Wow, thanks for all the reviews guys! You are a twisted bunch, especially those "guest" reviewers. Don't worry though – I love you all.
A few quick explanations and comments based on your feedback:
- So not wrong to love Lucius and Narcissa even though they are twisted and a bit mad. Come on, there's a reason DarkFics are so damn popular!
- What happened to Theo?... oh, he's around.
- Will she confront Lucius? Yes, next chapter for sure
- Can there be another scene with Lucius and Hermione with no real world consequences (ala – sexy dream, polyjuice potion)?... I am not opposed to this. A few of you raised it and I would like to throw this to you guys to decide. Cast your votes on that. FYI (I probably would do the dream). We are all team Draco but more than a few of you think Lumione is hot too.
- There are some naughty people out there wanting Lucius to watch Draco and Hermione. I mean... come on ya' sickos. Just kidding. That would be a twisted and hot scenario that's not out of character for my Lucius. I could definitely write it in somehow but I want to get some more feedback before committing to that.
- Did Lucius or Narcissa think of Draco or Hermione's feelings? No. That's not really in their character. They care more about the end game. The end rather than the means. Also, Narcissa is pretty twisted. After all, her sister is Bellatrix… how could she be totally normal?
- EVERYONE'S OBVIOUS DESIRE FOR ME TO WRITE SMUT. I am actually amazed I made it this far without really doing that though to be honest.
So with that in mind. I have written for your reading pleasure, almost 3000 words of Dramione smut. I feel like I owed them a good time after so many chapters keeping them apart.
I tried to keep this somewhat* classy and avoid anything TOO explicit because I really like this story and don't want someone to get it taken down. Though I might be pushing the limits of that in a few spots.
This is rated M for Adult content. SERIOUSLY ADULT CONTENT. If you don't like – don't read. If you shouldn't be reading this… don't.
I don't own HP.
** if smut is not for you, skip this chapter and resume at the next one, it will go back to more like how it's been. The summary of this chapter is - everyone gets it on and it's hot.
Enjoy your smut perverts - no judgment… I'm writing this after all ;)
After enjoying his sweet kisses for a few moments she pulled back but kept her head turned to face him. Gently she lifted her hand to stroke his cheek.
"How can you forgive me?" she asked sincerely, still feeling worse than terrible about what had transpired between herself and Lucius.
"It's remarkably easy as it goes," he responded casually, nuzzling her hand and keeping both hands firmly planted around her hourglass waist.
She cast her eyes down and mumbled, "I don't understand."
He used his hand to lift her chin and stared into her big brown eyes.
"How many things have you forgiven me for Hermione? Spending years calling you a mudblood and conspiring with my father and the dark lord to eradicate you and people like you? To attack your friends? For doing nothing as my disgusting family tortured you in my own house? For stealing your memories and thinking it was a game? Yet you forgave me," he said gently, placing a kiss on her forehead before continuing.
"I know that forgiving is not really something people think I am, and I'm not...But if one kiss is the only wrong you have ever committed against me in the face of all I have done to you, I have no right to hold it over you...but don't do it again," he said darkly, dragging his lips down the side of her cheek.
She exhaled loudly and allowed herself to melt into him. Finally, she understood, and it made her care for him more.
She was glad she had chosen to be honest. She had too many secrets in this life and it felt good to be with someone who saw her as she was and accepted her anyway.
She wasn't perfect.
She wasn't Gryffindor's golden princess.
She wasn't beyond reproach.
She was flawed just like everyone else, but for some reason he was one of the special few who saw that and liked her anyway. She felt like her heart grew in that moment, but relief soon grew into something else entirely as she felt him snake his arm around her back and lift her from the floor.
She giggled as he carried her like a paper doll into her room and threw her down on the bed.
"I've wanted this for a while," he breathed as he crawled on top of her.
Hermione but her lip and squirmed under the weight of him. She looked up at him with eyes that invited him to do dark things with her and it took all of his willpower not to have her on the spot with little regard for anything else…but he wasn't going to do that this time.
No, Draco knew that there was only one first time with someone. He needed to take his time. He needed to be deliberate and measured. He could do that. He was good at that.
"Too long," she said breathily, tugging at his shirt.
Draco groaned.
"You're killing me lioness," he moaned as he kneeled over her and raised his arms so she could rise and remove his shirt. She smiled wickedly as she threw it across the room.
"How so?" she giggled as she began to trail languid kisses down his neck. He put his hands either side of her head and lifted her face to meet his.
"If you keep pushing me I won't be able to control myself," he said seriously, looking into her lust filled eyes with equal passion.
"What if I don't want you to?" she asked provocatively as she rose to her knees so they were facing each other, kneeling on the bed.
He growled as he slid his hand behind the back of her head and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head backwards and causing her to arch her back and bring her neck forward. Her chest strained against her flimsy black nightgown. She made a sharp intake of breath as he began to kiss, suck and lick at her neck.
"Fuck it," he muttered against her skin as he tore at the nightgown, ripping the straps and causing it to slide down her body. She moaned at the feeling of the silk sliding down her skin. All the while he continued his assault on her neck and senses, using his tight grip on her hair to keep her in place.
"Draco that was expensive," she scolded, though not feeling like she had much authority at this particular moment.
"I'll buy you five more," he purred as he made his way slowly and torturously along her collar bone.
"Money doesn't solve everything you know," she said cheekily, enjoying being mischievous.
"Stop being naughty when I'm trying to ravish you," he growled, using his free hand to slap her shapely behind. She squeaked delightedly.
"Who uses the word 'ravish,' Draco Malfoy?" she teased, unperturbed by his dominant stance over her.
"You're really testing me here Hermione," he warned, finally turning his attention to her magnificent bare chest.
"You love it," she responded.
He could hear her smirk, despite the fact that he was still holding her to attention, her face directed to the ceiling.
"I do," he smiled as he began to alternate between kissing and kneading her breasts with his free hand. He yearned to be inside of her but he had sworn to himself he would take his time. Or at least, SOME time with this.
Meanwhile, Hermione felt intoxicated by him. She felt her womb flutter as he bit her gently, feasting on her exposed chest. She knew she should probably feel vulnerable, but somehow she knew he was only going to take her somewhere she wanted to go.
Slowly he tore himself away from her faultless globes and lifted his face to meet hers again, lavishing her body with kisses on his way back up. Hermione moaned softly which made his manhood throb.
He carefully untangled his hand from her hair and let her free. She dropped her face to meet his and leaned in to explore his mouth some more with her own.
She felt like she was on fire, their kisses were all consuming. She had no time to wonder how he might have felt about it because she was too caught up in the moment with him for even a moment of self-consciousness.
She flashed him a devious look as she began to trail kisses from his neck down his chest. He made no move to stop her as he liked where it was going.
"You know," she said, her lips still on his hard stomach, "I think I might know how to say sorry for earlier," she purred seductively.
"Don't tease me," he said, his swollen manhood straining against the confines of his dress pants.
"I am hardly teasing you Draco," she said, licking the skin above the waistline of his trousers.
She had dropped her stance to kneel before him as she quickly removed his belt and threw it somewhere on the floor to join his shirt. Her own torn nightgown was still clinging to her body, hanging around her waist.
Draco looked down on her and thought it might have been the most erotic sight he had ever seen.
She pulled his trousers down to his knees and licked her lips at the sight of him.
She had heard rumours over the years about the size of his…wand... so to speak… and for once it appeared that the gossip had not been exaggerated. She could not have been more delighted by the revelation.
He was certain his eyes rolled back into his head at the feel of her wet mouth encircling him. He wondered how the hell she got to be so good with her mouth, then immediately regretted that line of thinking.
She was a perfect vision on her knees before him, legs spread, mouth open. He had to stop her before it went too far. Historically he had plenty of stamina and restraint, but clearly that was not going to be the case with her. She was too much for him.
She was like a living fantasy. He reckoned that he had always fantasized about her, long before he even knew it was her he was dreaming of.
Gently, he took her hair and pulled her up to plunder her mouth with his tongue. He pushed her back onto the bed with the intention to return the favour.
She attempted to remove the remnants of her torn night gown but he insisted she should leave it on. He liked the disheveled look of the beautiful witch and wanted to keep her as she was.
He skimmed his hands underneath the barely there piece of silk and slid down her panties and tossed them away. He then ran his hands from her knees up her inner thighs, parting her legs as he did so.
He could see that she was ready for him, her sweet nectar dripping from her entrance. She arched her back as he began to explore her with his mouth, marveling at the fact that she somehow tasted better than his wildest fantasies.
She moaned as he pinned her legs with his arms so he could worship her without the interruption of her squirming beneath him.
He could feel her tightening as he expertly used his mouth and fingers to drive her to the brink, but he refused to let her go over the edge without being inside of her.
Reluctantly, he sat up and smirked at the disappointed look on her face. Her disappointment was soon replaced with delight as he lined himself up at the junction between her thighs and plunged into her with one swift movement.
She let out a sweet moan as he spread her legs even further so he could invade her to the hilt. Draco felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Hermione didn't know what she felt, other than absolute pleasure.
He leaned down to kiss her passionately, trying not to succumb to his desire to plunder her relentlessly. Hermione clearly had other ideas though, as she began to rise to meet his thrusts more frantically.
He gave in to her demand and began to make love to her more aggressively, delighting in the view of her from above, taking him completely, her chest glistening with sweat as it bounced.
He stayed like this for a time, watching her as her whimpers became screams of pleasure under his persistent thrusts.
He felt her tighten as she reached her peak. Hermione leaned up and pulled at his neck to bring his face down to her. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him with more passion than any witch had ever gifted him with.
She moaned into his mouth as she fell over the edge into a blissful release. He moved slowly to ride it out with her and when he was sure she was finished, he let himself explode inside of her as she nibbled his earlobe, her legs still tightly around his waist.
Lucius, finished with Narcissa for the moment, stood regarding the antique watch he used to keep an eye on Hermione and his son.
He smiled to himself when he saw that they were in her bedroom. The dots that represented each of them were all but on top of each other.
He loved being right, and he loved that idea that at least one Malfoy was going to be inside of the beautiful young Gryffindor that night even more than he loved being right.
Narcissa came up behind him and encircled his waist with her arms, pulling him into a warm embrace.
She smiled when she saw what he had been looking at.
"So it worked then?" she asked happily.
"It appears so," he smiled back.
"Oh to be young again," she mused.
"We're still young," he responded in mock outrage. His wife giggled, she knew he was funnier than he was given credit for.
"What do you think they're doing?" she asked, her tone darkening.
Lucius smirked. He adored his wife's twisted mind.
"What we're about to do my love," he responded, twirling a lock of her hair.
"How?" she probed seductively.
"Well…" he said, sitting down on the couch and pulling her down to straddle him.
"He'll be a gentleman about it….the first time," he said, grabbing her behind.
A few minutes later Draco and Hermione lay in the afterglow of what they had done.
He had taken her into the spooning position and was gently stroking her hair as they regained their breath from their frenzied love making.
"That was…" she began.
"Incredible," he finished, "You were spectacular," he added.
She smiled, feeling safe in his tight embrace.
Eventually the discomfort of the mess he had made within her gave her enough motivation to leave the warmth of his arms and she pulled away from him, leaning toward the bedside table to grab her wand to clean up.
"Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, grabbing her from behind.
"I need to clean up this mess you made," she responded indignantly.
"Oh no you don't," he responded playfully, noting the trail of his seed dripping enticingly down her milky white thigh. He had rather an amazing view from this vantage point.
"What?" she responded, somewhat confused.
He rose to his knees, pulled her backwards so her behind was flush with his pelvis, dragged her up by the hair and whispered in her ear.
"I'm not done with you yet…and I like you dirty," he responded as he entered her roughly from behind. She was more than ready for him. Dripping with their combined arousal from the last time, she stretched easily to accommodate him.
True to Lucius's prediction (unbeknownst to him), Draco was done being a gentleman and he was going to spend the rest of the night doing whatever he wanted with the 'filthy little mudblood' he was falling in love with.
There it is folks. A massive long bit of smut for you. Please R&R and give me some answers to the questions I asked at the start of the chapter.
Be kind, smut ain't easy!