The wedding had been lovely. Standing next to Harry as his 'best-woman' and watching as he married Draco Malfoy, Hermione hadn't been able to keep the tears from flowing freely down her face. There was no one else that deserved a happy ending more than Harry Potter. He was her best friend and that he had finally found his happiness with his former arch-nemesis, well, Hermione hadn't been nearly as shocked as most others.
A reception on the manicured lawn of the newly re-modelled Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire was breathtaking. Fairy lights had been artfully strung through the trees and along the bannisters of the patio. A large dance floor was surrounded by tables covered in grey silk with white lilies as the centrepieces. Hermione was sitting at the head table, smiling as Harry and Draco shared their first dance as a married couple, smiling at one another, whispering private words in each other's ear. All around her there were happy couples, swaying on the edges of the dance floor, arms draped over shoulders, nuzzling necks, leaving kisses along cheeks. The envy was boiling in her gut as she sipping the expensive champagne, but she kept the happy smile plastered on her face.
As the song ended, Hermione wandered from the table towards the bar at the back of the marquee that had been set up. The bartender handed over another glass of champagne and she glanced around. Harry and Draco were circulating through their guest, Ron was following Astoria Greengrass around like the lost puppy he was, and she could see Pansy attempting not to fall for the charm Neville was giving her. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted long platinum blonde hair standing on the balcony that overlooked the lawn.
Though he was twenty years her senior, Lucius Malfoy was still the silver fox he always had been. After the end of the war, he had paid his debt to society, given his wife the amicable divorce she desired, and had suddenly become the wizarding worlds most sought after bachelor. Hermione had been around the Malfoy patriarch several times since Harry had begun dating Draco and she had to admit she found his dry wit and sarcasm refreshing.
What he did to her knickers was an entirely different story.
Looking up at him, he caught sight of her and raised the glass in his hand towards her with a nod of his head. Returning the gesture, Hermione turned and tamped down the blush on her cheeks. The man looked like walking sex. Deciding to put the man from her mind, she walked around the edge of the marquee, swaying to the music, and attempting to avoid Cormac McLaggen who just couldn't understand why she refused to dance with him. She once again found herself at the bar, sipping on another glass of champagne when a silky voice to her right caught her attention.
"Why isn't a beautiful woman such as yourself out on the dance floor?"
Turning, she found Lucius standing behind her, a tumbler of what looked to be firewhisky in his hand. His eyes were staring deeply into her own, a small smirk playing at the edges of his mouth.
Straitening her spine, Hermione raised an eyebrow. "I don't find many boys here to be interesting to me."
Lucius laughed and tossed back his remaining drink before setting it on the bar, it was refilled before he even had time to move his hand.
"Perhaps you need a man then, Miss Granger?"
It took all of her strength to keep her knees from weakening. Lucius made a habit of flirting with her when they were all together but she had never thought much of it. This though, this felt different.
"Any suggestions?" She asked coyly.
Grabbing his drink, he brought his right hand to the small of her back, just above her arse. She could feel the heat from the palm of her hand through the black acromantula silk of her dress.
"Care for a drink in my study?"
She nodded her head and allowed him to lead him out of the marquee and towards the manor, not caring if anyone saw them. They walked quietly up the path back and through the quiet halls until they reached his study. The door closed quietly behind them, before she could do or say anything, large hands were running up and down her waist. Her entire body shuddered with delight when she felt Lucius pull her long curls over her shoulder and his lips ghosted over her neck, up to her ear.
"You don't need a boy, Hermione. You need a man." He whispered just before he turned her around to face him.
His hand gripped her arse and he walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the back of his desk. He lifted her as though she weighed nothing, sitting her on top of the rich mahogany. Hermione felt her dress rip as he pushed her legs open so he could stand between her legs. She could feel his hardness against her stomach and the moment his tongue entered her mouth, she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped.
Without stopping his thorough exploration of her mouth, Lucius pulled the thing straps from her shoulders, the top of her dress pooling around her hips as his hands came up, tweaking a nipple with his fingers.
Deciding he was wearing too many clothes, Hermione began working on the buttons of his shirt, pushing his shirt off and began fumbling with his belt. Once he had helped her divest himself of his clothes, they wasted no time.
The moans and cries of pleasure he was pulling from her as he thrust in and out of her, harder and faster, his head tilting down to capture he nipple between his lips, couldn't have been silenced with even the strongest of silencing charms. This was far from her first time but Merlin, no man had ever made her feel like this before. The way he looked in her eyes, the smile he gave her, it was everything she wanted.
When he finally brought her over the edge, he held her tightly against his chest and he emptied himself inside her.
"I hope that won't be a one-time occurrence," Lucius told her softly as he pulled out of her gently ad ran a finger down her face, pushing her hair away.
"I hope not either."