Glad you are all still here, usual request for forgiveness along with thanks.

So the new Mrs Malfoy is missing her husband...

Every time Hermione woke up, she missed Lucius. She missed how the bed dipped next to her under his weight or how she was wrapped around him in a chair or on the sofa. She missed the intoxicating scent of him, despite having taken to sleeping on his cashmere sweater. She missed finding a heavy arm pinning her to the bed. As the week wore on she began to miss his physical presence more and more. It was only Wednesday evening, after only three days her body was physically aching for his touch. Everything that came into contact with her skin, sharpening her need for him. She had even taken matters into her own hands, it didn't help. It wasn't Lucius' hands, his skilled caress, it simply made her desire for him stronger. She needed him. Her frustration was making her cranky and short tempered, it was also interfering with her concentration. Something which Draco noticed during their study period on Thursday morning.

"What?" She had snapped at him, when he had asked her the same question for a third time.

"Sorry Ferret, my head is all over the place today. I just don't seem to be able to concentrate." She admitted somewhat sheepishly.

"Awe missing my father." He teased.

Given her current mood, Draco didn't get the wrath he was expecting, instead she went bright red, and shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Hermione went silently back to her book.

Draco bit his lip trying to hide the huge grin that was threatening to split his face. Of course she was missing his father, it wasn't all she was missing. Normally he would have teased her mercilessly, but given the tough week she'd had and the letter she had from Potter, Draco thought better of it. Tomorrow was Friday, but he wasn't sure that a weekend with nothing to take her mind of her obvious frustration, was going to help very much.

Advanced Potions was their last lesson before the weekend started. Professor Slughorn, who had returned yet again after the last master left, had set a rather complicated paper for homework. Draco had groaned but Hermione relished the task, it would hopefully take her mind off of "things".

Taking full advantage of the situation, and it would appear, Hermione, Draco, had asked her if she wouldn't mind grabbing the notes, as there was something he needed to do. He had mysteriously vanished, leaving Hermione to copy down the vast and detailed notes. She had a sneaking suspicion Draco was heading off for one of his rendezvous with Nemessia Fellows, for which she was ridiculously jealous and didn't blame him in the least. She had hoped she might see Lucius, but he hadn't said anything in his owl earlier, other than that he had some business to attend to and of course how much he was missing her. Perhaps she should have been less cryptic in her own messages and just told him that she wanted to see him, needed him. Heat suffusing her body at just how much she wanted and needed him.

Gazing aimlessly at the note laden blackboard, Hermione thought perhaps she would go into Hogsmeade with Draco tomorrow. Surely there would be something in Paradise Glossed that would help with her current predicament. She'd glanced at some of the toys and potions they had on display when she'd been in there the last time. Wondering what possible need anyone could have for such things. She was beginning to understand that need all too well, and how it wanted quenching. Scribbling down the last of the notes, she closed her book and left the potions classroom.

Not realising just how late it had gotten, until she walked into the stone cold silence of the shadowy dungeon corridor. Since Professor Snape had taken up his post as Defence Against the Dark Arts Master, there was never anyone to be found in the dungeons, once classes were over.

Hermione's small heels clicking on the cobbled floors as she walked slowly along the dimly lit corridor. She paused momentarily, remembering her first encounter with Lucius on this very spot. He was never far from her thoughts. Her body tingling at the recollection, even here, there were so many reminders of him.

A clicking sound still continued against the hard cobbled floor.

"Are you lost Miss Granger?"

A somewhat amused sounding voice drawled from behind her, just as it had done a few months before.

A shiver ran through Hermione, love, excitement and desire raced neck and neck through her body. Hermione recognised that tone in his voice, and quelling the urge to simply rush into Lucius' arms, she turned slowly to face him.

Love and excitement were putting in a good race, but as she came face to face with the overwhelming presence of Lucius Malfoy, dominating the narrow space, desire streaked ahead.

Hermione was totally and utterly lost, and just as before geography had nothing to do with it.

"Completely Mister Malfoy." She hardly recognised her own breathy tones as she took a step towards him.

She practically devoured him with her eyes, taking in every part of him. Even through her lust filled gaze, Hermione realised he must have been at the school for a while. He looked utterly relaxed and devilishly handsome. There were no signs of any recent travel. Not that Lucius Malfoy ever looked anything other than flawless, even after apparition or flooing. But there was no outdoor cloak covering his immaculately tailored robes, and the fingers which curled around the serpent head of his cane were not gloved. His mode of address, whilst a playful reference to their previous encounter here, was delivered in a manner which seemed to indicate he were somehow party to her request to use single name.

Like hers, his long hair was tethered with a small strand of ribbon, his black, to match the clothing he wore. The look in eyes reflected the unashamed need in her own as it took in her slight form. The gazes collided, her honey brown holding his slate grey with a smouldering intensity.

Lucius wondered what hardened his body more, the simple, beautiful sight of the young woman he had married. The fact that she looked so deliciously appealing, not to mention incredibly hot in her school uniform or the fact that she obviously wanted and need him as much as he wanted and needed her.

This time the sexual tension crackled like a firework display.

Hermione could feel hot, wet need, throbbing and pooling between her legs. Lucius' nostrils flared, a knowing look glinted in his eyes and a wicked smirk tugged at his lips.

"Perhaps there is something I can assist you with Miss Granger?"

His voice was low and sexy, caressing her skin with its velvety soft tones. Hermione chewed on the inside of her bottom lip, her body practically screaming for the man before her, latent desire oozing from every pore. She took a step closer, the small satchel she had been holding, dropped to the floor. One of her hands came to rest on the solid wall of his chest. The other coasted provocatively over the front of his trousers, whilst not actually touching him intimately.

Her lips drifted to his ear, her warm breath caressing the shell: "That is very kind of you Mr Malfoy".

Her soft cheek brushing against his slightly stubbled one. The roughness eliciting an even more wanton reaction in the young witch.

"Would you fuck me?" Hermione rarely used coarse language, never seeing the point. Today she saw the point.

For a fleeting moment she worried that Lucius might not approve, especially when he gripped her wrist painfully between his fingers, a shocked hiss of breath escaping his lips, a severe look accompanying the obligatory raised eyebrow.

"Such filthy language from such a beautiful mouth." He mused kissing her hard, his lips crushing hers.

His fingers were still biting painfully into the thin flesh at her wrist, her small hand splayed against the pressure. He steered her hand lower and thrust himself against the palm.

"You see what your profanity does to me?"

Hermione pressed her palm hard against his sheathed arousal, it twitched at her touch, a low guttural moan escaping from the dark wizard.

With a swift flick of his wand the door to the potions classroom opened behind her. Lucius stepped forward. Hermione finally felt him. His potent arousal and impatient desire burning against her belly.

She savoured the feel of him before back backing into the now empty classroom, which she had left only minutes before. Once Lucius had passed through the solid wooden door frame, it swung shut and she heard the lock drop into place.

Lucius' hands moved under her black robe. Shifting to the hem of her skirt and beneath to caress the silky bare softness of her thighs, where her school stockings ended. He found her uniform turning him on even more than it had done before. She might be his wife, she might be of age, but to his throbbing cock and fanciful mind, this was illicit sex with a student in a Hogwarts classroom.

His deft fingers dipping into her damp knickers, brushing over her deliciously bare lips and slipping into her wet folds, this thumb teasing her with light assured precision.

Hermione gasped, every inch of her drowning in sea of sensation, her body instinctively arching into him. Again he moved forward, pushing her backwards until she could go no further. Her arse colliding with the solid edge of the table, he placed his cane on it and Hermione felt his strong hands lifting her onto the cold flat surface. His hand returned to its ministrations, his fingers curling inside her, his thumb drifting idly over her core and that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Hermione took his face in her hands, looking flirtatiously into his eyes as she writhed lightly against his touch. Feeling that unusually stubbled cheek once more, it was the only indication that he been working and travelling all day. It gave him an added edge, a roughness which added to the base instincts which were flooding her body, exacerbating her already burning need for him

His lips were deliciously soft as always, as they covered hers, drawing her in deeper and becoming more passionate. His long skilled fingers mirroring the action of his tongue, dipping into their own damp fissure, and pushing her so quickly towards breaking point.

Hermione leant back on the hard surface of the table. Her head falling backwards under the onslaught of his kisses. His mouth felt exquisite as it left hers, greedily devouring the soft ivory skin of her neck and throat, savouring the taste of her. A long low moan escaping her lips as it continued to move over her exposed skin, finding more and more of her sensitive flesh to plunder. His deft fingers dispensing with the small buttons on her cotton shirt and then the fastening on her simple white bra.

The feel of his hot breath was slowly unravelling her. His lips taunting and suckling at her, until his name tumbled from hers in a breathy almost strangled cry.

His searing mouth moved unhurriedly down to her breast, taking one hardened, aching peak, sweetly but firmly in his mouth, his sharp teeth, nipping at the puckered flesh. Her groan saw his lips once more upon hers, devouring it in a feverish kiss, before slipping back to the other exposed and tightened bud. She all but screamed as his tongue swept over the swollen peak with a luscious wet heat.

Her own fingers moved to the back of his head pulling him against her, urging him on with scorching intensity, as he continued to torment her.

Her hands moved from his head to his chest, tugging at the buttons which secured his shirt. The first three surrendered willingly to her frantic fingers. The fourth was, due to the position they were in, annoyingly, just beyond her reach. She tried again, her fingers just millimetres from their goal.

Sensing her frustration, Lucius moved. Releasing the tightly budded nipple from his mouth, he stood briefly to capture her lips once more. As his tongue slipped into the moist cavern, slowly exploring its heat, he felt Hermione's fingers drift to the remaining buttons. Freeing them, she yanked the shirt from his trousers, exposing his chest to her hungry eyes.

There was dull clink of leather against metal, the soft purr of a zipper being lowered, and the gentle rustle of material as his trousers fell to the ground, Hermione finally freeing him from the restrictive confines of his clothing. This time it was Lucius' guttural moan which filled the air of the silent classroom, her small hand connecting with his now exposed and rigid flesh. Her gentle fingers caressing the shaft and brushing over the weeping tip.

His own fingers continued to stroke her wet folds, Hermione's eyes fluttering shut as she enjoyed not only her own pleasure at his hands, but the obvious pleasure she was inflicting on him.

This wasn't about the sensual removal of clothing, this was raw unadulterated need. Hermione felt her knickers pulled to one side, and the throbbing head of his cock at her entrance. Her eyes drifted open once more, looking at the striking, commanding man looming over her. She wanted him so much. Maybe this should have been a gentle, loving reunion, although she doubted their all-consuming need for each other made it any less loving. Even if perhaps the location was questionable.

Hermione pulled Lucius forward, capturing his mouth as he entered her. They groaned against each other, swallowing their respective cries of pleasure as they moved rhythmically together. It was only their need to breath that forced them apart from time to time.

He thrust gently into her, enjoying the hot, wet heat that gripped him. Something he had missed so desperately over the last few nights and mornings. A groan of satisfaction slipped from his mouth into hers, as she lifted her long legs around him, drawing him in deeper, urging him to move harder and faster.

Lucius needed no second telling, she'd asked him to "fuck her". He heard her words over in his head, so carnal from her usually sweet mouth, they attacked his base need, hitting straight at his groin. He wanted to hear her say it again. His mouth left hers and drifted to her ear.

"Say it again…tell me what you want". He commanded in that hushed imperious tone of his.

Placing her hand on his bare chest, she could feel his heart pounding frantically beneath it, Hermione gently shoved him away. Looking into his faintly flushed face, a small smirk lifted her lips and she licked them provocatively. Tilting her hips sharply towards him, her bared breasts rising and falling, she writhed against him, her eyes riveted to his.

"I want you to fuck me Lucius. Fuck me now."

Lucius all but growled in response to her words. Drawing out slowly, and pulling her to the edge of the table, before thrusting long and hard into her silky juices. She felt so good, incredibly tight, deliciously wet and so hot. He loved this wanton side of her, how her body reacted to him, how she made him feel. He'd imagined various incarnations of being reunited with his young wife, of surprising her at school, taking her in his arms. A quick fuck, her choice of words not his, in the potions classroom hadn't been one of them. The moment he'd entered the dungeons, one of those fantasies they had talked about in the library, had commandeered his brain, and his body. He didn't want to quash any romantic ideas she might have had, testing the water with the words from their first encounter. The look on her face and her body language had been all he needed.

Hermione moved her legs higher around his body, deepening their union, maximising the angle and the pleasure. His cock sheathed deep inside her, reaching and stroking all of those secret places that had ached so desperately for him. Her inner muscles tightened blissfully around, his throbbing shaft.

Lucius knew she was close, so was he.

His gentle steady thrusts accelerating into an almost hammering ferocity. Her legs tightening around his waist as Lucius lunged forcefully into her, sending her headlong into a crushing wave of release. Her inner walls convulsing and shuddering around his shaft as it drove into her, had Lucius calling out her name as his own climax spilled into her.

Lucius practically collapsed against her, the two of them panting heavily as they lay sated over the hard table. Hermione trying to catch her breath under his weight but clinging to him in the same instance, not wanting to relinquish him in any way.

The hard surface of the table and his softening body had other ideas and eventually they both reluctantly moved. Lucius hoisting up his rather crumpled trousers and Hermione adjusting her bra and shirt.

"I am not sure I will ever be able to concentrate in potions again." Hermione said wrapping her arms around Lucius' neck, drawing him back to her.

A wry smile curled Lucius's mouth a wicked glint lighting his eyes. "What a shame Severus is no longer potions master."

"We could try the Defence Against the Dark Art Classroom next." Hermione suggested, her stoic expression not hiding the laughter in her eyes.

Lucius pulled her to him. "I thought perhaps we might be a little more conventional next time and use a bed." He couldn't hide a grin at her look of mock disappointment. "

"Whilst being chair of the school governors has its advantages. I doubt Minerva would see those stretching to, fucking my wife in all of her classrooms."

"I suppose you have a point."

Still seated on the table Hermione wrapped her legs around Lucius', her hands resting on his arse. "Mmmm, I see why you wanted me to say it again, it's really rather erotic, when used in the right place. So my darling husband, talking of the right place, just where do you intend on being more conventional?"

"Here." He laughed at the shocked expression on Hermione's face.

"Well not here exactly, but like I said, being the chair of the school governors has its advantages. Now where was that hideous painting you showed me the last time I was here?"