The next moment, both were strolled the hallways towards an area of the manor she never visited. They stopped at a set of enormous mahogany doors and he pulled them open to reveal the room behind them.
Inside was the most picturesque room she'd ever seen. A large baroque sitting room that looked like it belonged in a French museum, beyond the sitting room was a massive bedroom with a large bed adorned with ivory sheets and drapery. Hermione was left speechless by the beauty of the chamber that it took her a while to snap back into reality. It wasn't like her to get dazzled by pretty things but something in her wanted to study every antique.
"This room looks like it should be displayed in the Louvre" She commented out loud.
Hermione continued looking around the room and admiring its beautiful details. Lucius followed her and stared at the beautiful women examining the room in wonder. She didn't fly to the pretty shiny things but gravitated towards the beautiful old paintings and ancient knick-knacks laying around. On one of the nightstands was a small chest that was in his family for centuries. It wasn't particularly beautiful, but it was very dear to him, an heirloom from his mother's side of the family.
"How precious…" Hermione said, tracing her hand across the top.
Lucius replied, "It has been in my family for generations. You may open it if you wish."
She flipped the small latch and the box creaked open as the top was lifted from the base. Inside was a plethora of ornate ancient jewelry that looked like timeless and priceless pieces. Hermione saw a single unpolished oval pearl and picked it up. It was lumpy yet had a beautiful cream color to it, hide among a stack of diamonds and jewels.
"With each generation, the matriarch left behind something dear to her. My mother contributed that pearl. She found it as a young girl while living in Greece."
Hermione placed it back in the box in the exact spot she found it. She tried to keep her face unaffected while asking, "What a lovely tradition…and what has your wife contributed?"
Hermione almost completely forgot about the fact that Lucius was still a married man.
"She finds it to be a juvenile custom"
She placed the lid back on the box and flipped the clasp closed. Her eyes never left the chest. Lucius could sense that the mention of his wife made her uncomfortable and added.
"Most marriages are unfortunately made for convivence, Hermione. Over the years, Narcissa has become completely entangled with the dark lord's missions alongside her sister. There has never been a relationship unfortunately."
Hermione replied, "I understand but something about it still feels immoral."
She took a seat on the edge of the bed and Lucius stayed in his spot.
"We have different traditional understandings of marriage. Muggles mostly marry for romance and the wizarding community sees it as a social and strategic venture. If it makes you feel more at ease, I do not harbor any romantic feelings towards Narcissa."
"You don't owe me any explanations" She replied.
"But I will still provide one. I do not want you getting the impression that you are encroaching on my marriage. There was nothing to intrude on."
Hermione started swinging her feet off the large bed and bit her lip. She felt so tongue-tied in this situation.
Lucius continued, hoping to add comfort "It has been quite refreshing to share my home with you lately, Hermione. Someone of such kind nature and intelligence. Never would I have thought I could find such a well-suited equal."
Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red. She stopped fiddling her feet and watch Lucius approach her and place his one hand on her thigh. He leaned in closer to gently kiss her lips before saying, "And not to mention beautiful."
He gave her another kiss and continued, "and how I would not mind kissing those lips every day for the rest of my life."
Once the kiss ended, Hermione looked down and smiled. She didn't know how to react to such sweet comments. If anyone in her life had ever told her she would be in this situation with Lucius Malfoy, she would have laughed in their face but now…it was the only place she wished to be. Publicly, she had to admit that the man gave a damn good impression that he was a cruel and uncaring man but privately he was as gentle and compassionate. If she ever mentioned a single thing Lucius had said or done for her, they would call her mad.
Lucius moved his hand upwards until it reached the small of her back, moving his thumb against her spine ever so gently.
"You know, you aren't the most unattractive man." Hermione joked. Lucius chuckled and smiled, causing her to marvel at him. He was a handsome man but when he smiled, she was ready to melt.
Hermione didn't waste any time and decided to push beyond her shyness again, taking both her hands and placing them on either side of his face. She captured his lips in a passionate kiss that felt beyond anything they previously shared. Both felt their need for each other growth and Lucius pressed himself between her legs to get closer to the beautiful witch in his bed.
Although Hermione had been here for a mere week, Lucius savored every moment he had with her. She was truly an intelligent woman that loved to talk about something new she read or have a gentle discussion about something they had read in the newspaper during the morning. The first time he had seen her truly smile to him was at breakfast on the third night of her stay, vowing to himself that he would do anything within his power to make her that happy every day. Right now, he felt her smile against his lips causing him to embrace her even closer.
On the occasion that Hermione sought comfort via embracing, Lucius gladly let her play with the ends of his hair or buttons on the beautiful shirts he wore. Something about her made his never want to let her go. It was as if she had a magnetic pull and he could truly feel content when she was in his presence and safe. It wasn't worth thinking about too much for Lucius, what mattered was that Hermione was safe, that she was getting slowly but surely healed from her traumatic experiences, and that she seemed to somehow reciprocate what he felt.
Lucius gently lifted Hermione closer to the center of the bed as he climbed on top of her. Hermione let her hands fly back to the buttons she has always been compelled to and started undoing them without breaking away from their kiss. When she managed to get his shirt slightly open, Lucius broke away to look down at the flushed face of Hermione before noticing her hands never left the bottom button of his shirt, dangerously close to the button of his trousers.
He propped himself up on one arm leaving the other open to explore. Lucius kissed her neck while reaching underneath her sweater, running his cool hand across her stomach. Hermione let out a small unexpected moan when his hand reached between her breasts, releasing the clasp of her brassiere.
Once she heard the snap of the clasp, she sat up to help take off her sweater. Lucius looked at the gorgeous witch below him, visually taking in all the little details of her abdomen such as the scattered black dots below her breasts, the perkiness of her nipples, and the creamy color of her skin. Lucius took the opportunity to take off his shirt while she continued to stare at his own body.
He let his right-hand cup her right breast while his thumb rolled their way around her nipple. Hermione's hand combed through his hair as a sign that she enjoyed his touch. He moved closer towards her upper chest before capturing the same nipple in between his lips. This caught Hermione slightly off guard and a quiet whimper left her lips. Lucius continued to lay close attention to her breasts, loving each and every whimper that left her lips.
While one hand traveled to her waist, the other made its way down her abdomen and to the button her of trousers. With one hand, he unhurriedly undid the button and unzipped her confining trousers to move his fingers ever so gently across the very top of her panties.
He detached himself from her nipple and moved away to see a very content Hermione.
"Would you like me to continue, precious?" He asked. Hermione nodded with a tender smile and put both hands on his shoulders to help push off his shirt. Once he was free from the soft fabric, she noticed the dark mark on his left forearm and tried her hardest to ignore it but Lucius noted her slight hesitation.
"I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable" He whispered.
Hermione replied, "You confessed that you don't follow him anymore and that's all that matters now Lucius." She gave his cheek a gentle kiss before he smiled and captured her lips in his own.
His hands returned to her trousers and he pulled on the sides to slide them off of her hips. Hermione helped and kicked the pants and knickers off her legs and onto the bed. Lucius lifted himself off of her to get his own pants undone and she couldn't help but notice the length was pressed against the fabric of his pants. Once he removed both his trousers and undergarments, it was visible that he was highly aroused by her.
Lucius leaned back down to kiss her as his hand went in between her legs to slowly run a finger against her folds. This caused a reaction out of Hermione, making her wrap her arms around his neck so she could deepen the kiss.
One of his fingers gently entered her to see if she was ready for him and to his surprise, she was as aroused as he was. After several moments, another finger joined her center to prepare her for himself.
"Are you ready Hermione?" Lucius whispered against her lips, looking into her eyes.
"Yes…please don't stop." He felt his cock twitch at her response and positioned himself at her entrance. Once he found her center, Lucius pushed into her tight and warm core. Hermione let out a gentle whimper while he got himself fully inside her. Once Hermione was comfortable at his size and length, she grinded her him against his as a sight to continue.
What came next was beyond anything she expected. Lucius held both of her hips in his large hands while continuing to her mouth, both letting out raspy moans. There was a pressure that was building up inside of her mixed with pleasure and bliss she never imagined experiencing. One of her hands was resting on the back of his neck while the other gripped his biceps for added leverage.
"oh god, Lucius." She unconsciously moaned, causing him to speed up.
"So beautiful" He whispered against her lips.
Within a few moments, both were reaching a buildup that deepened anything they have ever felt before. To Lucius, he was in utter bliss having Hermione moaning his name and being the cause of her own pleasure. He continued a bit deeper and faster before long, they were both reaching a climax that left them speechless. Lucius laid still for a moment before Hermione brought herself to kiss him.
"Thank you for making that wonderful," Hermione whispered.
"Of course, precious. It will only get better with familiarity." He replied, carefully stroking her cheek.
"You want to do this again?"
"It is up to you, my dear."
Hermione smiled and allowed herself to give him another peck on the lips.
"I'd like that."
Lucius rolled off of her to lay down on the bed, bringing Hermione closer to his chest. Both fell into a comfortable silence before slowly drifting off to sleep.