A/N

Hi Everyone, Thank you again for all the faves, follows and reviews – I appreciate each and every one and I apologise for any I haven't replied to. We've been travelling around and it's hard to keep up on my phone.

Sorry for the slow update too – it's much harder to find time to write on holiday than when I'm at work!

I was totally going to crack on with the plot in this chapter but some of my most respected reviewers intimated that actually they would like a bit more smut…..who am I to go against their wishes? For those of you who like a little plot with their lemons I promise it's coming….


Lucius gazed down at the girl on her knees before him. He had never seen her look so subservient before and it excited him, even whilst he immediately rejected the idea of being aroused by having a Muggle girl kneel at his feet. It reminded him too closely of a past he no longer wished to remember. This was not how he had planned things. He hadn't thought to dominate her. Although she had undoubtedly enjoyed what had transpired between them it was hardly the sensual exploration Lucius might have imagined.
His cock pulsed angrily in his trousers, reminding him in no uncertain terms that, whilst the girl might have begged for mercy, his own release had been completely denied. She was leaning forwards, her hands resting on the floor, her spine curved as she drew in great shaking breaths of air. Her blouse was sticking to the skin of her back and tight little curls adhered to the nape of her neck. Her dishevelled state rendered her even more desirable than she had seemed before.

Lucius couldn't help himself. His fingers found their way to his fly which he swiftly unbuttoned. His cock tumbled out to greet him as soon as the buttons were out of the way, and he wrapped his hand around the aching length, glad to be free of the confines of his trousers.

At first he was content just to stroke himself whilst he gazed down at the girl in front of him. She showed no sign of moving from her position on the floor.
"Stand up, Miss Granger."
She flinched a little at his words, but obediently scrambled to her feet, still not looking at him, Lucius wasn't sure if she was avoiding his eyes through shyness, modesty or something else…anger perhaps.
"Hands on the table."
She glanced over her shoulder then and her eyes widened as she couldn't fail to witness his hand gently stroking up and down his cock. She tore her eyes away from him and quickly complied, placing both hands flat on the scrubbed surface of the kitchen table.
Lucius stood behind her and purposefully ground against her backside. His cock, this time, nestling between the cheeks of her buttocks. He leaned forward, covering her body with his own and reached for her wand which lay discarded on the table. He placed it beneath her fingers.
"Release me."
Her hand clenched around the wood. Her finite incantatum was whispered so quietly that he wasn't sure he actually heard it, but the bonds dropped away, freeing his left hand and he gratefully stretched out his arm the muscles protesting over their prolonged confinement. He brought his hands to her hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh there. She pressed her buttocks back against him, he smiled and leaned over her once more, bracing one arm on the table beside hers.

"I need your assurance, Miss Granger, that our wager is over, I am the victor, am I not?"
"You are," her voice was hoarse from screaming.
"Good." He rocked himself against her again and she caught her breath. "Now, was there anything else you wanted from me?" He kept his voice light, deliberately taunting.
"I..I don't understand," she stammered.
He leaned forward, forcing her body down onto the table with his weight, pressing his lips against her ear.
"Wasn't there something you needed my help with?"
She squirmed until she could turn her head towards him. "How did you know about that?"
"Let's just say" – he ran his hand over her hip again, not daring to touch between her legs where he suspected she was still a jangling mass of raw nerves – "there are few secrets in the academic community. If there's something you want, all you have to do is ask."
"I have a scroll."
He rather admired her fortitude, it was obvious that she was finding rational speech difficult but she forced the words out anyway.
"I have a scroll that needs translating, my friend told me that you could help."
"Show me."
"What?" She raised her head slightly off the table to try and look at him, he did not release her.
"Show me the scroll."
"I'm a little incapacitated at present." There was a hint of her usual fire in her voice.
Lucius bit her neck, eliciting a whimper. "You're a witch are you not? Summon the scroll." He tapped her fingers which still lay over her wand. He also pulled back a little. She remained bent over the table as his pelvis continued to grind against hers, but she could at least get her elbows underneath herself. She summoned the ugly purple bag while Lucius continued to stroke her hips, rubbing his cock back and forth against her backside just enough to keep himself stimulated.
She drew the scroll out and pushed the bag aside.
"Here." She handed it up to him.
He leaned forwards again, pinning her beneath him once more as he unfurled it on the table.
"This is exceedingly complex, Miss Granger." It was, it had taken him weeks to translate.
"Can you read it?"
"Yes, but it's a lot to ask." There was a note of sorrow in his voice.
"I'd be very grateful if you could help me." She sounded desperate, he wasn't sure if it was from academic fervour, growing arousal or a combination of the two.
"You would?" He feigned disinterest and adjusted his cock so it now slid between her thighs to rub against her, still soaking, pussy. "What might you offer me in return for my assistance?"
She moaned as he began to drag himself backwards and forwards against her open lips.
"What do you want?" Her words were barely more than a whisper.
"I think you know quite well what I want." He leaned forward once more, flattening her out, allowing himself a taste of the skin at the back of her neck. "I want you to want me."
"I do want you." She sounded almost surprised at the admission.
"Then ask me to fuck you." He was already lining himself up with her channel, ready to drive into her.
"Please fuck me, Mr Malfoy."

Mr Malfoy, it was on the tip of his tongue to correct her. He'd never had a lover address him so formally before, but there was something exciting and illicit in her continued use of the honorific, it made him feel powerful, even more so than the position in which he held her. He poised, waiting to thrust into her, wanting to savour this first taste of possession.
"Wait!" She tensed slightly beneath him. "Please be gentle." Her small hand reached out to grasp his wrist, where his hand was braced on the table. Her thumb lay just below the end of his dark mark. He hesitated. Nobody had ever asked him to be gentle before. Perhaps, without meaning to, he sought out this commonality in his lovers. They did not seek tenderness. Pleasure, sensuality and skill; certainly these might be expected of him. But gentleness? He wasn't sure he even knew how.
He began to ease into her, painstakingly slowly. In truth, there would have been no other way to take her. She was so tight and swollen, presumably from her previous orgasms and from his vigorous ministrations, that her vagina was almost too narrow for him to navigate. As it was he was forced to pause several times to allow her to adjust to his size. She whimpered as he filled her. At first he feared that he was causing her pain, but during one of his pauses she thrust back against him in such a manner that suggested she had no desire for him to stop.

Finally, he was sheathed fully within her with the soft swell of her buttocks pressed against his lower belly. It felt divine. She was hot and tight and delightfully welcoming. Lucius was painfully reminded that he had not had sex since before the beginning of the second Wizarding war and if he were not very careful this delicious encounter was going to be over before it even properly began. He gazed at the range and mentally began to recite the ingredients of chocolate fondant.
"Are you alright?" Her voice was constricted, presumably by his crushing weight holding her against the table.
"I'm fine." He took several deep breaths, hoping that she would not question him further. She remained silent but she did wriggle her hips invitingly against him. He shifted his weight to pin her even more firmly against the table.
She huffed out a sigh. "Mr Malfoy?"
"Yes." He was beginning to regain his equilibrium and allowed himself to press a kiss against her neck.
"You're being too gentle." She shifted again and this time he allowed it.
Gradually he began to withdraw, still leaning over her, still pressing teasing kisses onto her flushed skin. When he had pulled out almost completely he eased himself back in once more. She sighed again, this time with pleasure. He continued to stroke in and out of her, his confidence increasing as she adapted to his girth. She kept up a barrage of tiny sounds all of which indicated her extreme approval of his actions and, almost unconsciously, he began to move more rapidly inside her.
He was so hard now; harder than he'd ever been in his life. His cock felt like it might explode at any moment. He could feel his balls drawing up and the base of his spine beginning to tingle in anticipation of his impending orgasm. It wasn't enough though, he wanted her to come with him. Already she was writhing in ecstasy beneath him, mindlessly chanting his name and begging for more but he wanted to feel her contracting around him as she lost control fully.

He pushed two fingers, still coated with her, now dried, secretions against her lips. She opened them willingly and sucked hard, her tongue flickering over his fingers as she had done before. He wondered if she had guessed what he intended or if she simply enjoyed sucking on his fingers. Either way, when he withdrew them from her mouth they were slick with her saliva and he lowered them to between her legs where he unerringly found her clitoris.

She gave a little wail as he began to rub at the swollen bud but, judging from the continued gyrations of her hips, she was enjoying his actions even if she were still oversensitised from earlier. He hadn't been certain she would be capable of coming again. He had left her for too long and her final orgasm had been so immense he had almost thought she was going to pass out. Already though he could feel the, now familiar, fluttering in her pussy, infinitely more pleasurable around his cock than they had been around his fingers. Her breathing too was beginning to give her away, her moans becoming more ragged as she let out short, rapid pants.
"Harder."
Lucius almost stopped his thrusting. "I beg your pardon?" Had she not been extolling him to be gentle only a short while ago?
"Please, Mr Malfoy, fuck me harder, I'm going to come."

He wanted to tease her, he really did, but he was close to the end of his tether and the urge to pound into her willing flesh as hard as he could was simply too strong. He shifted his weight, one hand gripping her hip and the other pinning her to the table by the back of her neck. He snapped his hips back and forth, enjoying the slick sounds of her pussy swallowing his cock and his balls slapping against her thighs. She felt divine, her hot wet sheath clenched around him like a warm welcoming fist. He ignored the ache in his lower back and the cramp in his thighs, focussing on nothing but slamming into her as hard as physically could.
Then she was screaming. Eclipsing even the sounds she had made during her previous orgasm as she began to clench around him, the force of her orgasm almost bruising in its intensity. Lucius had fond ideas of riding her raw for the rest of the night, unfortunately these were thwarted by the relentless pulsing of her vagina, coupled with her wails of pleasure and the helpless backward thrusting of her hips. Before he could stop himself he exploded inside her, ramming his cock right up against her cervix as what felt like an implausible amount of his seed gushed out to coat her tight walls.

They remained locked together for an indeterminate length of time. Lucius felt physically incapable of moving. His entire body was limp and exhausted and hers beneath him felt so soft and warm and welcoming.
"I can't breathe," she whispered apologetically.
He raised himself slightly off her, pressing his lips against the back of her neck which was once more damp with sweat. Reluctantly, he straightened up and tucked himself away, doing up his trousers and retucking his shirt.

Hermione turned to face him uncertainly, her own hands going immediately to the front of her blouse which she began to button with more haste than accuracy.
"That was erm…" She untucked the front of her skirt from its waistband and reached behind her for her wand. "…very educational, thank you, Mr Malfoy. I apologise for taking up so much of your time." She raised a trembling hand to her hair which looked wilder even than Bella's ever had. "I had better be going." She refused to meet his eye, summoning the ugly purple bag and walking backwards towards the door, her wand held slightly in front of her as if she feared she might need to ward off his further advances.
"It was no trouble, I can assure you." He finally found his voice. He wanted to reach out to her, to suggest that they retire to the library for a while and after that to his bed, or to the sofa, he didn't particularly care. Somehow he found himself unable to articulate the words. She seemed so desperate to leave that he suddenly lacked the confidence to convince her to stay. "I shall owl you when I'm finished."
She looked blankly at him and he gestured to the scroll which still lay, forgotten, on the table. "The translation," he reminded her.
"Yes, of course. Thank you, I can't tell you how grateful I am. Really. I'm sorry I must go, I have an appointment with my….erm chiropractor." She turned then and fled, actually fled. Lucius stared after her, too surprised to mount his pursuit.

Slowly he lowered himself to sit once more at the kitchen table, staring incredulously at the spot where, moments before he had brought Hermione Granger to her fourth orgasm of the afternoon. After a moment he wandlessly summoned the remaining chocolate fondants and began to eat one straight out of the mould. He still couldn't quite believe she had left like that. Lucius Malfoy was not the sort of man woman walked out on. He mindlessly began to eat another dessert. Maybe he was losing his touch – surely not. He had made her come four times, no woman could ask for more. Hermione Granger was an ungrateful wretch, her surmised; she would not be allowed to escape so easily. He simply needed another plan.