Chapter 10

Lucius was finishing desert at the Flint's house as his teenage self and the mudblood reached the cottage. It was locked and they talked about if it was safe to unlock it with magic. The mudblood suggested that they take the chance just after lightning had struck as the energy would be discharged. Lucius didn't think it was a full proof theory, but his younger self seemed more prone to try. The thunder rolled through the sky as he unlocked the door to the small cottage.

A cottage was a bit of a misnomer, it was more like a room. The mudblood seemed to think it was a hunting lodge that hadn't been used for quite a while. He had to agree it was better than standing out in the rain, but not by much.

Lucius tried to focus on the conversation around the dinner table, but somehow the intensity of the memories were at a peak. They were dripping wet and Lucius could feel the uncomfortable wet cold on his skin. It wasn't outright cold because they were still warm from running, but it was still an uncomfortable feeling.

The mudblood threw off her sopping wet cardigan and stood in the centre of the room. Her white dress was soaked through, leaving very little of her curves to the imagination. Lucius had never seen such a sight. She was looking at him and she was still breathing heavy.

Lucius was fairly proud that he was not an experienced man when it came to baser instincts, although he had gone through a period lately where it had been more evident that he had a baser side, but instinctively he knew the look on the mudbloods face. It was not a look he wanted to see, wanted in his brain. It was a look that filled his body with adrenalin, whether he liked it or not. He was not in control now, his hormone added teenage brain was in control. And his entire body was tightening.

He was kissing her now, passionately, with everything he had. Lucius stood up so sharply he knocked the chair over. The sudden movement seemed to jolt the other diners.

"I have to go." He said.

"But we still have the port."

"I'm sorry. I...I... I have to go." Lucius said and apparated from the spot.

Luckily his robes hid quite well his embarrassment. His body was flooding with sensation as he got back to his study. He couldn't even make a dent in the sensation through trying to suppress it. His body was on fire and he could feel the mudbloods firm flesh under his hands. And she was yielding completely. Whore, his mind screamed.

As much as he fought it, the pleasure he was feeling was undeniable. Her mouth was so sweet. He tongue was caressing his and he didn't care if it was messy. He didn't care about the sounds or the wetness, he just needed more. He could feel her pressed against his chest, her hips against his. He was molding her to him. Her leg was coming up his thigh and he could feel her opening her hips to let him in closer. Flush against his hardness.

He couldn't help the groan that slipped past his lips. It had never been like this. With the disgusting whore when he was sixteen or his wife. The need had never been there, not like this, driving him. It had always been something carefully controlled.

He was on his knees on the floor and she was straddling him. He was kissing the material covering her breasts and she had her hands in his hair. Her breath was deep and fast. He could hear it is his ear as she pulled his head closer to her.

Her backside was glorious as he grabbed it to grind her to him, to his hardness. It was the most glorious feeling, pure need. He tried to undo the buttons on her dress, but it couldn't get his fingers to work. In the end he tore them out. With the buttons out of the way, they got her wet dress off her and the bra soon followed. She arched back and her perfect breast were just by his mouth. He took one of them in his mouth and savour the silky feel of the firm, round mound. He could hear her groan and she was pressing her hips against him in her need.

"Lucius." She said in a strained voice. "Please."

He laid her body down on the small rug and struggled to get his own shirt off. With enough force it gave away and his body sung with sensation as he felt her heated skin on his. Her body cushioned his as he lay down on her. She had taken off her underwear and she was completely naked underneath him.

Lucius had never felt such a feeling of irrational victory in all his life. He had savoured many victories, but this was a complete celebration.

She was grinding her hips against him and her lips were desperately seeking his.

"Now." She whispered.

Lucius undid his belt and freed himself from the confines of his pants. The sensation as he sunk into her was mindblowing. His entire body hummed with pleasure and the feeling of completeness was palpable on his tongue when he sink down to the hilt. He wanted to stay here forever. He felt like every wound he ever had was healed.

He pulled out slightly, but the sensation was overwhelming. Sinking back down was heaven and she groaned loudly as hit the point of completely filling her. A repeat and the sensation was only getting more intense.

"Oh God." She yelled and was grinding herself even harder to him, groaning with every breath. All his sensations were now flooding inwards towards hid middle as he was about to come. He could feel her convulsing around his and he came with an explosion of sensation that completely robbed him of breath and vision. That was alright, he didn't need air. He had everything he needed in that moment already.

He felt like a god. That is what she had said, a god. He was lying on her, still inside her, just feeling her body underneath him. He was utterly spent. The urge to sleep was strong. Fall asleep in heaven, safe and free.

As the assault of sensation retreated, Lucius found himself on the floor in front of his favourite chair. He was in shock as he looked around the room. He found his wand and cleaned up the mess that resulted. He wasn't sure what had just happened. Maybe the fact that it was a remote memory made it much more intense, but this was not in accordance with his experience. Sex was never this intense. He had to sleep. Whatever had just happened, he would figure it out after he'd had some sleep.

Hermione had to wake Lucius to get him to roll off her. Having him on her was nice but it was making it increasingly hard to breath. Reality was slowly returning and Hermione could not believe what she had just done. She had just fucked Lucius Malfoy. A perverse part of her wanted to laugh, but her analytical mind was more stunned and concerned about the implications.

There were none, she kept on telling herself. This is the past, nothing changes the future. Although saying that, she realised with a cringe that Lucius the Death Eater may well remember that he dipped his wick in the enemy camp. She got up off the floor.

He was watching her now. She was standing in the middle of the room using her wand to dry her dress. Lucius was still on the rug, looking like the cat that got the cream. He was smiling up at her. He looked gorgeous lying there, perched on his elbow, flushed with his hair a bit tousled.

"You don't have to look so pleased." She said, trying not to smile.

"Why not? I am pleased." He said in a hoarse voice.

Hermione couldn't really hold the smile in any more. He was utterly gorgeous and she had just come harder than she ever had. There had practically been no foreplay, it was just 'fuck me now', and it had been absolutely divine. Her body was still tingling with the after effects. She had never been hot for a guy like that before. She couldn't even remember how it started, one instance they were inside and the next they were all over eachother.

He probably won't remember, Hermione told herself, surely he got laid all the time. Look at him, completely irresistible. Surely she would just be one in a string of girls who succumbed to his charms. He probably won't remember one spectacular episode on a field trip into the woods.

Hermione watched as he got up and lit a fire. His shirt was still off and Hermione couldn't help but feel little flushes of heat that had absolutely nothing to do with the fire he was nurturing.

"How long do you think the storm will last?" She asked.

"Hours." He said and looked back at her. "I wonder what we'll do to while the time away?"

Hermione had to chew her lip to stop herself from smiling again, but lost the battle when he came up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist. Hermione felt her stomach somersault as he pulled her back towards him. He was kissing her neck and shoulder. She couldn't help a shuttering breath as he started playing with the strap of the bra she had just put on. Kissing along the line as he gently moved the strap over her shoulder. Occasionally she would feel his warm tongue taste her skin and it gave her goosebumps.

It felt so good to be that close. Felt so right considering it was all so very, very wrong. But a deep kiss seemed to wipe away any justification or lack of it for what was happening.