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Hermione felt pangs of dread and fear as she approached Malfoy Manor. The last time she had visited this place things had gone very poorly to say the least. She could still picture Bellatrix Lestrange gleefully screaming "Crucio!" and causing Hermione to writhe in pain. She clutched her small bag close to her chest as if to protect herself.
From a distance, the place looked the same. Its wrought iron gates prevented trespassers from entering. Hermione had no doubt that Lucius wove all sorts of enchantments to prevent unwanted guests from breaching the grounds, but as Hermione neared, the gates parted and she strode to the front door.
As she walked toward the entrance, the imposing structure somehow seemed less frightening to Hermione. Knowing that there wasn't a cadre of murderous Death Eaters on the other side of the walls who would be only too eager to slice her apart eased her nerves. This time Hermione Granger came to Malfoy Manor as an invited guest. Knowing this, the Gryffindor held her head high as she grabbed a brass knocker and clanged it on the ancient oaken doors of Professor Malfoy's hideaway.
As she waited for a response, Hermione reflected on her preparations for the evening. She had selected an attractive red dress. It ended just above her knee, and showed no cleavage or any of her back. She didn't want to make herself any more vulnerable than she already was heading to Professor Malfoy's estate. Her duties as Head Girl and numerous other obligations at Hogwarts prevented her from dressing up very often and she felt pretty for the first time in ages, and for that she was grateful to Lucius. Black heels a little higher than she was comfortable with complemented the ensemble. Hermione had to practice walking in them for hours before she finally left the castle for Malfoy Manor.
Lucius's invitation by owl hadn't come as much of a surprise. He had promised Hermione, after all, that he would bring her to his manor. The small black owl that had delivered Lucius's invitation a few days after their unlikely dalliance had silently waited as Hermione immediately scrawled a response accepting the proposal. Professor Malfoy had explained in the letter how they needed to communicate secretly, since they had spent a great deal of time together over the past few weeks and he didn't want to raise any eyebrows, particularly those of Headmistress McGonagall. Hermione realized that, fellow Gryffindor or not and even with all they had been through, if Minerva McGonagall found out about the Head Girl's affair, the headmistress would have no choice but to expel her from Hogwarts. Hermione could only imagine what sort of punishment would await Lucius.
The door opened noiselessly, interrupting Hermione's thoughts. A female house elf was waiting for Hermione. "Miss, we've been expecting you" she said pleasantly. "Please, follow me."
"Thank you," Hermione smiled at the elf to hide the shock that he had a house elf after Dobby, but guessed that wasn't something he was willing to ever compromise on and that he had probably replaced him with this elf right away. "What's your name?"
The elf's ears perked up and she smiled at Hermione, revealing impeccably clean teeth. "I'm Mipsy, Miss, thank you for inquiring."
"It's lovely to meet you, Mipsy," Hermione said, offering a hand which Mipsy warmly received. After a very long handshake, Mipsy grabbed Hermione's finger and gently pulled her inside the manor. Hermione had to bend over to accommodate the elf, very glad that no one could take a peek at her from behind at this secluded location because her dress was riding up more than she was comfortable with.
"Master Lucius said a nice young witch would be dropping by this evening, but he didn't say how lovely you would look," Mipsy kindly offered. Hermione blushed.
When she entered, Hermione had to stifle a gasp. When she had last "visited" the manor, it had been decorated with some of the most lavish fineries of the wizarding world. Rich paintings, velvet-covered furniture, and ornate (and ostentatious, in Hermione's opinion) chandeliers had adorned every square inch. Some of the paintings had even urged Bellatrix on during her attempts to, as one put it, "break this mudblood tramp." The echoes of their laughter as Hermione nearly died had receded months ago, but she would never forget their sound. She hoped that the Ministry of Magic had the confined pieces under the most closely guarded lock and key.
The manor was not completely without its charms. Lucius had managed to keep the ornate dark emerald and black curtains. A number of banners hung from the walls displaying what looked to Hermione like a house crest. A handful of new chandeliers had replaced the older ones, although the current pieces did not seem quite as lavish.
At the sides of the room, two staircases, with onyx balustrades supporting gilded rails, ascended to a balcony before the hallway of the manor's second story. At the center of the balcony, clad in a form-fitting black suit, the polished emeralds in the eyes of his iconic serpent-headed cane gleaming, platinum locks combed gracefully about his shoulders and wearing a half-smile, stood Lucius Malfoy.
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The sight of Hermione Granger ascending his staircase to greet him gratified Lucius Malfoy. As Mipsy tugged the Gryffindor up the stairs, Lucius politely smiled at the house elf. "Thank you, Mipsy," he told her. "That will be all." With a snap of her fingers, the house elf vanished.
The master of Malfoy Manor turned to his new favorite student. "If I could award points off-campus for dress, Granger, I would be forced to laud Gryffindor with somewhere in excess of 500 of them for your outfit," he offered her.
If the complement truly humbled her, she didn't show it. "Thank you, Professor," she said back. "You're also looking quite handsome. The manor looks quite nice, if I might add. I was afraid the Ministry had confiscated all your belongings."
"Not all," he answered, slightly forlorn at the loss of his possessions.
"I see," Hermione said. Lucius saw her awkwardly wring her hands around the handles of her bag, at loss for conversation. Lucius gently brushed his fingers against her arm.
"Why don't we head someplace more private," he practically whispered.
Her eyes widened slightly as she managed a sheepish, weak "okay." Lucius knew he had her.
He led her down the hall, no longer adorned with portraits of his pureblood ancestors. He hoped this would somewhat relieve the scars of Hermione's previous experience, something he was well aware she would be thinking about. After a casual stroll, they reached the bedroom at his wing of the manor. Far away from my marriage bed, and from where Narcissa slept, Lucius silently told himself, satisfied that he could rechristen his manor with this young new conquest.
He opened the door to the master bedroom, holding it open for her to walk through first. A gentleman must keep up appearances, he told himself. He led her to a small circular table in the corner of the room next to a respectable cupboard of assorted alcohols.
"Can I offer you anything to drink, Hermione? Cognac, scotch, bourbon…"
Hermione smiled but shook her head, "No, thank you."
He pulled out a chair for her and, using his wand, poured whiskey for himself. He removed his jacket before taking a seat and rested his cane against the table. "I'm glad you decided to join me here today. I've been rather lonely of late," he admitted.
Hermione gave a small frown. "Why is that? Don't Draco and Mrs. Malfoy still live here?"
Lucius suppressed a wince. "Draco spends almost all of his weekends, even when allowed to leave the grounds, at the castle, preparing for NEWTs and keeping up with his Head Boy duties. Narcissa" – he had to stop himself from spitting out the name – "no longer lives here. Since we are getting divorced."
Hermione seemed almost crestfallen at the news. "Oh, right, I'm sorry to hear that," she said.
"It's quite alright, Miss Granger. I'm better off." He let out a long sigh. "It gives me more time to plan grueling lessons for you seventh years.
Hermione laughed politely at his remark. "Perhaps you should try harder, then. I haven't found them all that challenging."
"You don't seem to find anything challenging, Hermione," he retorted immediately. He saw a spark in her beautiful brown eyes that let her know she was enjoying this. He decided to tease her back. "Except, perhaps, discerning proper student/teacher boundaries."
She blushed. "Yes, well, it seems both of us have a bit of a hard time with that boundary, Lucius." He liked that she used his first name. She had been discreet enough to refer to him as Professor Malfoy after their previous encounter, but here she could be more open, and he took her use of his first name as a sign of her ability to relax around him.
Lucius took their dance one step further. Without looking away from her, he put his hand on her knee, the palm directly against her kneecap, fingers gently grasping her leg. "If I didn't violate that boundary, I couldn't do this," he intoned deeply.
Hermione's eyes widened again and she nervously squirmed in her chair before letting out a small moan. "No, you most certainly couldn't, Lucius," she told him.
He resisted the urge to slide his hand up her dress and simply said "Let's do this properly." He finished his whiskey and rose from his chair, offering her a hand. Without pause, she took it.
Lucius leaned in to kiss her. The height difference between them was minimal, especially with Hermione in heels, and their lips had met enough times before to know how best to arouse each other, so their first kiss of the night was electrifying. Lucius felt a jolt run down his spine and between his legs. He briefly pulled away to look into her eyes, to take in how her hair cascaded to her shoulders, before closing his eyes for another kiss.
As his tongue forced Hermione's lips apart and they battled for supremacy, Lucius dared to put a hand on her back, which made her moan in approval. She returned the favor by draping her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers together at the nape of his neck, underneath his long blond hair.
She pulled away slightly. "Lucius…" she whispered.
"Yes, Hermione?" he answered softly into her ear before nibbling the lobe.
"I…like the way you touch me." The girl was clearly enjoying herself, but didn't know the proper way to express what she wanted.
"I'm glad, Hermione," he smiled. "Do you want me to touch you more?"
She nodded wordlessly.
"Do you want me to touch that lovely derriere I've watched for weeks? This dress accentuates your hips and arse quite wonderfully, Miss Granger."
Her chest heaved as she started breathing harder. "Yes" she managed to blurt out.
He gladly obliged. His hand wound down her back, fingernails gently tracing against the crimson fabric he longed to tear away from her body. He placed his palm on her cheek before squeezing slowly, digging his fingers into her flesh over her clothes, which made her moan again. "Oh, Lucius….more" she said.
"Not just yet. You'll have to work harder if you want more." He could see her eyes darken as she prepared a retort but he kissed her before she could respond, loosening his grip on her arse and bringing his hand to her hip. With his touch, he guided her to his bed and gently pushed her down onto it on her back. As she wriggled her hips to move her legs up onto the high four poster, he was suddenly reminded of her youth in the nervousness on her face.
"Are you a virgin, Hermione?" Lucius asked, untucking his shirt from his trousers and unbuttoning it as he watched her get comfortable on his bed.
"No, sir," she replied, although she suddenly felt like one. She knew that this would be so much different than what she experienced with Ron.
He was thankful, but didn't let her know that as he got onto the bed with her, pulling her close to him so that her lithe body pressed against his bare chest and he was able to let her feel his erection confined in his dress trousers. He deftly ran a hand up her calf to her smooth, pale thighs and then ventured under the hem of her dress, watching her eyes for any sign to stop.
But she let him continue, moaning softly as his fingers found the wet patch on her panties, making him smirk, "How long has this been here, Hermione? Were you thinking of this all day?"
"I was…" she sucked in her breath, running a tentative hand down his chest and to the zip of his trousers.
"You naughty girl," he whispered into her ear in a sinful voice that only made her dampen her panties more against his fingers, which were teasingly rubbing her mound over the thin fabric, "You loved my fingers in your pussy the last time, didn't you?"
Hermione blushed, kissing his chest to avoid his gaze. She absolutely did and nodded so. She was surprised that her body seemed to be acting on its own accord, touching him because she needed to feel him. That urge simply hadn't been there with Ron.
Lucius tugged her panties to the side and slipped one finger inside of her, gently pumping it into her tightness and adoring the little moans that resulted from it, "What are you wearing underneath this dress, Hermione?"
His question prompted her to sit up on the bed, and she let out an involuntary moan because the angle allowed him a deeper access with his finger. He kept touching her as she pulled the dress up over her head and off of her, showing him a simple white bra and matching panties. Lucius smirked at the virginal sight, wondering if she owned underthings of any other color and vowing to himself that he would certainly change that. But for now, it was a turn on, coupled with the fact that she was his student and someone he should never touch.
To distract herself from being nearly naked again in front of him, she unzipped his trousers and Lucius kindly helped her along by stepping out of them, once again revealing his huge bulge in tight black boxer briefs. She grazed her hand along the length of it.
"Patience, Hermione," he teased her, pushing her hand away with the one he wasn't pleasuring her with. He kept his touches light enough to make her wetter but not push her over the edge. When her hands began to fist into the blankets on the bed, he gently eased his finger out of her and undid the hook on her bra, pulling it away from her body and starting to cup her breasts. They fit perfectly in his hand, just enough, and he watched as her eyes fluttered close and he lay her back down on the bed, taking the opportunity to remove his briefs and move over her.
Lucius decided to keep her little white panties on to tease himself with the sight as he stroked his cock to the point of nearly throbbing in his hand. He hadn't been so hard for a woman in so long, or so ready so quickly. Part of him knew his ego would be a bit torn down at how fast he was going to come, but he had been touching himself almost to release the entire day, not being able to stop thinking about this young witch in the very position she was in: nearly naked and underneath him.
Hermione opened her eyes and looked up at him, biting her lip before he descended on her and kissed her. She arched up into him, passionately kissing him back, but drew back with a gasp when she felt his hard, leaking cock press against her stomach.
"Oh…oh…" Hermione said when she looked down between them and saw his cock, hard and aching for her. She had only seen his impressive bulge, but this sight made her instinctively reach down and wrap her hand around it.
"Just like that, Hermione," Lucius hissed in pleasure into her ear as she found a rhythm that he liked. He kissed between her breasts and licked and kissed her nipples as he grew to the point of pain in her hand. He wanted release so badly and decided that he shouldn't have to wait. If he had his way, which he was certain he would get, he would have her to himself in the manor all weekend and properly bring her to orgasm over and over, but now he just wanted to be selfish.
"Turn over and get on your hands and knees," he tried to control his voice when he ordered her to do so, trying to not let the need and pleasure of her hand make it crack. She obeyed him, getting on all fours underneath him. He pushed her hair over one shoulder and ran one hand down her flawless back and spent a moment taking off her panties and cupping her arse cheeks, noting that he wanted to see them red before the weekend was through. "How badly do you want this?"
Hermione was surprised at how quickly they had gotten to this point, but she would be lying if she said she wanted to wait longer. Her body was beginning to crave the way any touch from him made her feel. And besides, she knew it was just sex. She hardly expected him to waste their time with anything intimate, "Badly, Lucius. I need it now."
Despite the blush the came to her cheeks when she admitted how she really felt, her embarrassment was lost with the reward of his cock gently nudging inside of her. Lucius was gentle with her at first, positioning himself slowly as to not shock her, and then he finally allowed himself his first exquisite thrust into the tight sleeve of her pussy, crying out from the feel of it.
Hermione dug her nails into the bed and moaned, uninhibited, in pleasure. She didn't even recognize the sound coming out of her, but she couldn't help it either. It hurt a bit when he first pushed inside…mostly because he was so much bigger than Ron and she felt Lucius move all the way inside of her, to places she wasn't aware existed. He kept his hands on his hips, controlling her movements as he started to thrust in and out of her and the pleasure started to build inside of her. After a few moments, he took her even faster, moving so that his chest pressed against her back and he began to pinch her nipples every time he pulled out of her. His hot breath was on her neck and her body shook. She was scared she would collapse if he wasn't holding onto her, but he kept pounding into her, relentlessly, and yet she loved it. She begged for more, screamed out his name, and finally, orgasmed. She saw everything-and then nothing. The last thing she remembered in her haze of bliss was Lucius grunting out her name as he came.
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