Well my brain is finally getting back to a little normality so the words are starting to flow once more. Thank you all for sticking with me and the story and I hope it is giving you a nice distraction to the world outside. Thank you all too for your lovely reviews, follows and fav they too encourage a person to put "pen to paper" so please feel free to review constructive comments are always welcome. As always I apologise in advance for any errors, whether they be grammatical, spelling or something entirely different. I honestly don't mind you finding these I will always go back and check and if I feel you are correct I change. If you are however just reading to pick holes and purposely find fault, please don't bother reading my fics or commenting ...

So on with Chapter Nineteen I hope you enjoyit ;-) and if you are remotely interested, yes all of the chapters are still titled from Ian Fleming's original books this one comes from The Man With The Golden Gun...

A puddle of red and white silk finally shimmered around Hermione's high heels and a devilish satisfied smirk settled on Lucius Malfoy's lips. His expressive grey blue

eyes feasting on the sight before him. Apart from the glistening pool of gossamer about her ankles, his overactive imagination had pictured the young witch naked,

save of course those silver sandals he'd seen peeping from beneath its scarlet hem. The scrap of delicate white lace she wore beneath it fuelled both his imagination

and his arousal beyond reason.

Hermione shivered under his appreciative and lustful gaze, a shiver which had nothing to do with being cold, her body was on fire, the heat rising as that gaze shifted slowly over her, taking in every inch as if he were seeing it for the first time. Instinctively she straightened, the action pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts forward, his flittering gaze fell to the dark budded peaks, that devilish satisfied smirk intensified.

Lucius recalled her words from a short time ago "tormenting and merciless" she had accused him of being, well accused his thumb of being, as it had moved over one of those enticing nipples. It wasn't the first time such words had been bandied about when describing him, but Lucius Malfoy got a strange thrill out of them being used with such blatantly sexual connotations. He was unaware that an inoffensive and quite unremarkable digit could be either of those things, he however played on the fact. The words, in which ever context they were used still appealed to that much darker side of his nature. His hand moved with that same deliberate slowness, as it wove a path over her body, his forefinger slipping beneath the lacy elasticated edge of her panties, stopping in the centre, and moving to her belly button.

Hermione took a sharp intake of breath, the action tickling her already sensitive skin. Their eyes remained locked as his hand travelled over her midriff, caressing her ribcage before encasing her bare breast. Lucius all the while ensuring that his thumb was living up to its aforementioned reputation.

Hermione shivered once again with anticipation. Her brain trying desperately to remind her of so much, past, and present whilst her body remained unconcerned, was totally consumed by excitement and desire. Her exasperated brain gave up, knowing it was fighting a losing battle, it would save the recriminations and "I told you so's" for later, if there was a later of course. Whatever else Lucius Malfoy had in store for the young witch was pushed to the back of her mind along with the past. She was very much looking forward to what his mouth had in store in the present…

Her eyes bored into his, steely grey melting into chocolate brown. As his hand continued to roam over her body, Hermione felt the weight of his touch increase forcing her to take a step backwards and out of the puddle of shimmering silk. The devilish smirk which curved that sensual mouth of his increased and Lucius took a step forward, avoiding treading on the glossy material. The action causing her to instinctively move backwards yet again. The smirk disappeared; those steely grey eyes twinkled like flawless gemstones as the back of Hermione's legs collided with the bed, catching her unawares and off balance, gravity did the rest and she tumbled backwards into the softness of his king sized bed.

This time Lucius positively salivated as he devoured the vision in front of him. Her standing in that puddle of iridescent silk had been something but sprawled on his bed in those tiny lace panties and high heels was something else entirely. The unexpectedness of her fall and subsequent landing had left her legs slightly apart and in a very inviting pose.

His ever organised mind pondered and debated his options; the mere thoughts arousing him even more and he shifted against the restrictive confines of his clothing.

Hmm now did he push the delectable young witch up the bed, allowing himself the comfort of lying between those long slender legs, his blonde head, as she had put it buried between them, or should he pull her forward and kneel between them just as she had done to him?.

The thought of his own comfort was far outweighed by that darker aspect of his nature. Pulling her forward appealing to that side of him so much more, starting with action itself. He placed one large pale hand just above each of her knees, his thumbs gently circling the skin as they slid enticingly upwards and back down again. Lucius felt her shift under his touch, and he repeated the action, his grip a little firmer, and as his hands returned to her knees they bit into the soft tissue pulling her sharply towards him.

Hermione cried out both in surprise and in pain as his long fingers furled around her flesh and he dragged her harshly through the soft, cool cotton of his bedding to the very edge of the bed itself. The sound transforming into a moan as surprise and pain melded incoherently with surprise and pleasure, his velvety touch once more caressing her skin. The unpredictable combination of rough and gentle, mixed with his lustful look and unnerving silence excited her more than really it should. Her eyes had closed as she had fallen into the luxurious fibres of his bed, they drifted open again as she lifted her head from their softness. The Dark Wizard loomed roguishly over her, that infamous smirk of his almost splitting his features in two, his eyes glinting pools of pure intent as he nudged her legs wider apart with his own. The young witch shifted on to her elbows, almost challenging him and the smirk drifted into a lustful smile, the pool of intent darkened, and Lucius loomed even closer.

Once of those large hands of his sweeping over her upper body like he was casting some intricate spell, well in a way he was…over her…His featherlight touch was as mesmerising as it was arousing. His other hand continued to stroke her leg, gliding easily from her knee to her inner thigh and back again, always stopping short of any proper intimacy. Hermione found herself moving into and against his fingertips, craving his touch, wanting that intimacy.

His blonde head swooped with the speed of a hawk, his mouth latching onto her breast with the same precision. Hermione was robbed of the sharp breath she was about to take, sensation flooding her body, heat searing low in her belly as she arched into him. His hand moved in unison with his mouth continuing their seductive dance along her skin, eliciting the maximum pleasure. His thumb purposefully not quite reaching its intended goal, skimming just inside the leg of her panties, the tip brushing against the lacy edging. Hermione's body quivered every part of her tingling with anticipation as his mouth released her tightly budded nipple, shifting to the valley between her breasts, his tongue leaving a glistening wet trail as he travelled slowly downwards.

Still resting on her elbows and lower arms she watched that blonde head glide lower. With his hair still caught in the thin strand of dark ribbon, she could see his face clearly, intent and desire seeped from every pore. Focus and consideration had never looked so sexy or so hungry.

He quickly fanned the fire he had already lit within her, his eyes drifting briefly to meet her own before returning diligently to the task quite literally at hand, his fingers stroking her through the silk of her panties, before in another of those swift precise movements they slid beneath the delicate material to caress her damp feminine curls. His gaze had returned once more to her heated face watching her reaction to his touch keenly. As his long fingers slid between her folds, dipping in to her feminine heat, a vixenlike smile spread across Hermione's face, his wet fingers circled the small bud of sensitised nerves and she writhed gently against his fingers. They slipped further inside her, the heel of his hand exerting just enough pressure to increase her need for him. Hermione shifted her weight onto one arm, the other reaching up towards his face, she inclined her head, silently asking him to come closer. He did, all the while his fingers continued to move skilfully beneath the silky material that still covered what was left of her modesty. Hermione repaid the favour, stretching upwards her lips brushed Lucius' with feathery tenderness, whilst her fingers ripped the thin strand of ribbon from his hair. The action immediately engulfing her in a curtain of blonde intoxicatingly scented hair. The scent enough to cause her to moan out loud.

It was Lucius' cue, to bury his blonde head well and truly between her legs.

Hermione cried out in earnest, her panties magically vanishing as his fingers were replaced by an equally accomplished and dexterous tongue. She willingly arced into the heat and pleasure of his mouth, his hair tickling her legs as it fell across them. Still propped on her elbows Hermione watched as the formidable Dark Wizard lapped at her most intimate of parts, the picture she had envisaged materialising before her eyes, but as he lifted her leg, raising it over his shoulder, opening her up to him, she fell back into the soft bedding, savouring the sensation and the sensuality of him. Everything was forgotten, save his mouth, whatever happened Hermione would never be able look at Lucius Malfoy again without feeling his mouth and his tongue pressed so intimately upon her, in her. Even if it was with this man and that her fate were sealed, at least her last thoughts and feelings were to be ones of intense pleasure. No fighting, no torture just this.

"MMM." She pressed into his nuzzling face, Merlin's teeth just how bloody good did this feel, swearing she felt him smile against her.

The man held nothing back, enjoying the giving as much as he had relished the receiving. His hands and his mouth allowing her body to silently and not so silently guide him, responding to her moans, cries of pleasure and use of his name, with a delicious power and energy.

She tasted so good, so sweet, with each moan and cry that sweetness increased a musky wetness coating his tongue, smearing his lips, driving him to illicit more and to please her more, to hear his name breathlessly tumbling from his lips. His cock was rock hard yet again, but he fought the urge to wrap his hand around it, that incessant need heightening his own pleasure and fuelling his actions. Instead his fingers continued to wander from one breast to another and knead her soft thigh and buttocks.

His tongue was joyously unrelenting, hot, wet, and blisteringly accurate, it dipped in and out of her. Sucking on her sensitive flesh like she was some succulent fruit and long slow purposeful licks as if she was a melting ice cream, lingering and flickering deliberately over her. Hermione felt his hands roaming over her body, pinching and scraping, stroking and caressing. Everything began to meld into one single ball of simmering pleasure which seeped through her entire body engulfing her until eventually it boiled over with scorching velocity.

"OOO Luc, aah…"

A jumbled of sound fell from her lips wanting to call his name but moaning in ecstasy at the same time so that came it out as an incoherent muddle. She felt his hand slip between her legs, that mercilessly tormenting thumb pressing inside her, a finger, his tongue, his hair tickling her legs.

"Yes, Yes Yes" She cried out.

Bucking against the inexorable pleasure which assaulted her body, Lucius pressed back harder, feeling his teeth, his tongue, his fingers all at once washing over her. Hermione's release came with wave upon wave of crashing sensation which juddered through her. Her legs tightened about his neck, her hands gripping the bedding beneath them, the sounds of her ragged breathing filling the silent night air.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal and a sated bliss settled on her body, Hermione once again propped herself up onto her elbows. Lucius blonde head still between her legs, if not entirely buried. He had an equally self-satisfied smirk on his face and seemed in no hurry to move. She wriggled further forward, allowing herself to slip of the efnd of the bed, feeling his arousal as she slid onto the floor pinioning herself between him and it. This time it was her arms she wound tightly around his neck and she kissed him full on the lips, a long, slow kiss. Finally she drew her head back, her lips full and swollen from the intensity.

"Hmm so that is what I taste like." She said, once again mimicking his observation.

His eyes narrowed darkly.

"I was of course right Miss Granger."

Hermione inclined her head, her arms still around his neck.

"You do taste much sweeter" He dipped his head to hers, repeating his action from earlier, allowing his tongue to move along the seam and this time delve into her mouth.

"It's incredibly erotic to taste yourself so intimately on another person." He remarked slowly.

"Isn't it just." Hermione replied.

"I have to confess my dear, I would never have imagined quite how arousing it was to have someone's legs wrapped so tightly about your neck in the throes of passion either."

"Were you worried Lucius, did you think I might try and suffocate you as I came, so I could make my escape, came as I went as it were."

Lucius couldn't hide his amusement at her words or at the picture she painted.

"Oh very good my dear. But what a way to go."

Hermione couldn't argue with him there, the thought having crossed her own mind early. The thoughts however very much bringing them or rather her, back to the reality of the situation she was still very much in and the fact the time was ticking by.

A sneer formed on his face, a very knowing glint twinkling in those blue grey eyes of his.

"So Miss Granger tell me, just how do you intend of getting out of this unspeakable situation?"