Hermione paced the floor to Lucius' office, firewhiskey in hand as she waited for him to return. Her heart beat an unpleasant staccato in her chest, unsure if she trusted that he would be safe or if she believed he would be harmed by Rodolphus. She'd intercepted Harry at the Manor, telling him of what had occurred. He'd somehow managed to track her magical signature back through the Floo to wherever she'd come from. She believed that the brothers had taken her to wherever Rodolphus had been holed up, but actually had scarcely a clue.
After Harry had departed, she'd been left on her own to worry and stew over all the things that had happened, and all the things that might still happen. The residual gratitude she'd had at being found was lying under a layer of anxiety that the person whom she felt was the radiant other half of her world was currently risking his very life for her. She didn't know what she would do if he was hurt. If he died. She shuddered at the thought, pulling her arms closer to her torso.
She'd managed to find a long, soft dress shirt and pair of drawstring pants of Lucius' to cover herself with, and his scent lingered on them. She grasped the collar and burrowed her nose into it, inhaling deeply. Her heart stuttered again, and she felt tears gather at the corners of her eyes. She knew. She'd known for so long that his presence mattered, that seeing him was what helped her get out of bed in the morning, that his touches and chaste caresses kept her buoyant when the rest of the world wanted to drag her down. But, she'd lied to herself and chocked it up to friendship. To companionship. To family. To the belief that they were their own special kind of family.
But tonight. Tonight, when it had all been laid bare. When her nerves had been tested, and the life she'd believed in had been stolen away, she'd known. She loved him. He possessed her heart in ways she was afraid to admit even to herself. If he didn't make it...
The Floo blazed to life, and Hermione cried out as Lucius stepped through. She dropped her glass onto his desk with a clatter and ran towards him. He looked up, startled at the sound, and caught her as she threw herself against him.
"Lucius" she exclaimed, arms winding around his neck, head burrowing into his shoulder. His arms encircled her, pulling her tightly against him, shushing her softly.
"Shhh, I'm here, I'm alright" Hermione sobbed, unable to hold it in.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... I was so afraid..." she couldn't get the words out, but she knew she didn't have to. She knew he could finish it for her. One arm remained around her waist, and the other slipped up to cradle the back of her head as he pressed his lips against her temple.
"I know. I know. You silly woman, I know what you did and why you did it. And I will always follow you, Hermione. Always", he murmured into her hair. Hermione pushed gently back, catching his eyes with her own, wide and shimmering with unshed tears.
"I love you, Lucius" the words tumbled out before she could stop them, but she knew she didn't want to. Even if it meant the end of everything that had been, she needed him to know. He was the other half of her whole, and she'd almost lost her chance to tell him.
His nostrils flared, and she felt the hand in her hair tighten, pulling her head back gently as he leaned forward and slanted his mouth over hers. She whined against him, closing her eyes as his lips slid sweetly, gently, into place. His tongue requested entrance, and she opened her mouth to let him in. She felt the arm around her waist slide down and tuck under her bottom, encouraging her to lift up. She jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist in response, and she felt a tug at her belly button as they apparated from his office.
As they landed, Hermione opened her eyes, not surprised to find them in his bedroom. He deposited her softly at the end of his bed in a seated position, and she whined a little again as he stepped back, away from her. A faintly amused smile quirked his lips as he let go, sliding his fingers down her arms to her hands, and then letting them drop into her lap. She tilted her head back to take him in, eyes wandering across the features of his face that she knew so well, had memorized over the years. Her brow furrowed at the fading purled bruise above one eye, and she reached up towards him. He grasped the hand in his own, opening the palm towards himself and and kissing it, before replacing it in her lap again.
"Nothing" he graveled, "It's healing. It will be fine" At that moment she took in the rest of his appearance – sleeves rolled up, fading bruises across his knuckles, blood spattered across his shirt and slacks. Consternation scrolled across her features, and his softened as he took in her expression, "It's not mine" though he offered no other explanation. Hermione didn't need any.
Lucius looked up, for a moment, and ran a hand raggedly through his hair, unbinding it from it's tie. It slipped loose and settled around his shoulders. He took a deep breath before looking back down, grey eyes pinning her to her spot on the bed. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, one at a time, before peeling it off of his torso and tossing it off to the side. When it was gone, he stepped forward again, landing on both knees in front of Hermione. She instinctively dropped her legs apart, allowing him to get closer. He placed his arms gently on the outer edges of her legs, thumbs brushing the edges of her thighs. She could see the emotions play across his features, and echoed in his eyes.
He watched her for a long moment, his eyes playing across her own face. His presence, the physical being of him in front of her, was settling to her, and she felt her tension begin to ease. Her eyes caught his again, and he lifted his left hand to brush her cheek, a small smile settling onto his lips. She turned her head to kiss his knuckle as it passed her lips. He took in a sharp breath, and she looked back at him, butterflies coming to life in her stomach.
"I wasn't raised to show much emotion," he began, and she startled a little at the words, "In fact, for much of my young life it was frowned upon. If I felt something, I was meant to hide it. Feelings were for the weak, and to be exploited. Love didn't exist in our homes, our lives, our marriages"
He paused, his gaze becoming more intent, "I didn't love Narcissa. Perhaps, I became quite fond of her. And she was kind to me, within the confines of our marriage. She knew her part, and played it well, but we had a home. And a family. The first I knew of love was when Draco was born. The moment I saw his face, I knew I loved him" Hermioned nodded, reaching forward to stroke his hair.
"I've made a mess of most of the things in my life. I lost many people who didn't live long enough, partly because of my stupid pride. But you... I don't know how or why the stars aligned, but I consider myself the luckiest man alive to have you in my life. You've shown me an existence I'd only read about, allowed me to feel more than I ever thought possible, and have opened me up to a world I never thought I would be able to touch. Hermione, I love you doesn't even begin to tell you how I feel about you"
He stood up then, both hands catching her face in them, leaning forward to press her backwards along the bed, "You are my sun and my moon. You are the stars in my sky, and breeze in my sails. You lift me up when I don't think I need it, and you keep my heart beating when I do. When I don't think I can take another breath, you're the reason I do. I couldn't exist without you, and don't want to imagine a world in which you weren't there. My heart is yours, always, forever"
And then his lips were on hers again, and she felt the tears she'd been holding back slip down her face as he descended on top of her. Her mouth opened, allowing him entrance, and their tongues tangled languidly as she returned his feeling in the only way she could. She could feel him smile against her mouth, and a bubble of laughter lifted up through her. He tilted, pulling her so they were on their sides, face to face, and drew back. She bumped her nose against his, placing another chaste kiss against his lips.
"I'm yours, Lucius. I have been for years. Yours and yours alone" she said gently, eyes watching his as the words settled on his ears. He closed his lids tightly for a moment, and she was surprised to see a dampness at the corners when they opened again, "You softy" she teased lightly. He laughed, and growled mockingly as he dove back for her mouth, hands pulling her more urgently against him.
Hermioned moaned against his mouth again, this time with a different urgency, and she felt Lucius' reply in his throat. Her fingers danced along his back, before skimming lightly along the smooth planes of his skin. He groaned throatily into her mouth as his own hands traveled up beneath the dress shirt and grasped reflexively at her waist. His hips ground forward, and the evidence of his arousal pressed against her hip.
Hermione mewled, rubbing forward against him, one of her palms splaying against his buttock and rocking him against her again. Lucius growled, and his lips latched onto her neck as he suckled, his own fingers working their way up to her unbound breasts. He cupped them in his palms, lightly squeezing before plucking at her nipples. Then they were back out, urgently slipping buttons through their holes to get her shirt loose.
Hermione chuckled a little at his urgency and reached up to help, at which he slapped her hands away. Surprised, she raised an eyebrow at him, and was rewarded with an impish smile. Her lips curved, and she reached down instead, hands outlining his erection through his pants. She was rewarded with an urgent groan, and she stroked him through the fabric, listening to his barely controlled noises at her touch.
Buttons undone, Lucius pushed the shirt off her shoulders and down to her wrists. She obligingly moved her arms back to help get it off, but he stopped it at her wrists, twisting the fabric so she was unable to move her limbs. A wicked gleam glinted in his eyes as he grabbed the fabric in one hand, and used the other to reach down into her pants for her core. She panted, and whined, allowing her legs to fall apart and giving him access to the most intimate part of herself. He leaned forward and licked her neck from shoulder to ear as his fingers slicked and plunged through her folds.
"Lucius" she cried out as one, and then two fingers slid into her.
"Hmmmmm" he murmured against her neck. She wriggled against the shirt, desperate to wrap her arms around him again. He chuckled against her, abruptly freeing her wrists and standing up. She whinged at the loss of contact until she realized he was unbuttoning his slacks. His erection sprung free as he dropped them down, turgid and weeping with precum. Hermione squirmed her arms out of the offending shirt, and untied the string at the top of her own pants. As soon as the tie was loosened, Lucius grabbed them near her ankles and pulled them off. Then he was on top of her again.
"Hermione" he whispered against her mouth, falling full and hard against her. She moaned back, her legs falling open, pressing instinctively down towards him, "Never again, Hermione. Never again will you be alone. Never forget how much I love you"
She cried out as he drove forward, and drove home, his cock sliding into her wet heat. He paused a moment, groan on his lips as they took each other in for the first time. She felt her pussy pulse around him spasmodically, appreciatively. Lucius grasped her hips and buried his head into the crook of her shoulder for a moment, breathing heavily. "Witch, you feel so good" he murmured into her damp skin. She whimpered, rolling her hips against him, seeking more friction. He chuckled against her before pulling out slowly, and pressing back in. She cried out, loudly at the feel.
Lucius began with a slow, teasing pace. She could feel every inch of his length as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in against her, and she mewled at him, "Oh gods, Lucius. Please, give me more" He grunted, and grasped her left thigh, lifting it up as he bended her knee, allowing him deeper access. She hissed his name again, and her fingers dug into his back and hip simultaneously.
Lucius growled at the pain, and snapped his hips forward more forcefully. Hermioned cried out at the sweet ache, and the sound seemed to set something off in him. His pace increased, and he pounded forward into her heat, grunts and groans the only sounds between them. Lucius used his free hand to reach down and grasp under Hermione's hips, tipping them up so that each thrust hit a sweet bundle of nerves inside of her. Her groans turned to shrieks, and she felt her orgasm approaching swiftly.
"Lucius" she cried out, her head twisting to the side, "I'm going to come" He grunted in appreciation, and increased his efforts, snapping his hips more precisely as he felt her tighten around him. She howled as she began to come, walls fluttering against his dick, back arched as she exploded around him. He clamped his mouth onto hers as she came, holding her tight against him. A bubble of laughter slipped through her lips as she began to come back down, only to be lost in a gasp as he flipped her over.
Lucius grasped the globes of her ass and moaned appreciatively as he surveyed her from behind, "I thought about this so many times when you were leaned over my desk"
Hermione trilled, "You weren't the only one" and Lucius groaned as he lined himself up with her center and thrust back in.
"Someday, I will take you over it" he promised, voice low and next to her ear. She shivered at the sensation, and he began thrusting in earnest again. She returned the effort, meeting him thrust for thrust as he sought his own release. It didn't take long for his own pace to become broken, stuttered, and she felt his fingers circle around her clit as he began to lose control. "Come with me Hermione" he whispered in her ear, and she felt herself begin to go over the ledge again.
This time she could only moan wordlessly, as she felt him thrust hard once, twice, and then still within her as he reached his own peak of relief with a cracked cry. She could feel him leak out of her, and a mix of arousal and cum start to slip down her thighs while he was still inside of her. She shuddered, her orgasm long and strong against him.
After several breathless moments, Lucius released her hips and fell forward over her back, kissing her neck sweetly. "You are every bit as amazing as I thought you would be" he murmured into her ear before pulling out and away. She keened at the loss of their connection, but he shushed her again, as he fell to his side and brought her with him, face to face. He reached up and brushed a curl out of her eyes before kissing her on the nose.
Hermione could feel herself grinning giddily, and could do very little to stop it. To her surprise, Lucius smiled and laughed at her expression. "All I want to do is make you smile like that, every day, for the rest of our lives"
As she leaned towards him to capture his lips in her own she replied, "I think that can be arranged"