Well my thanks as always for Favs, follows and reviews. They really do give a girl heart to write. I love that one or two of you are spotting the Bond stuff, just a little folly of my own which is amusing me, but glad you are enjoying it too. So for anyone interested this chapter title comes from Thunderball, my apologies for any errors etc etc and I hope you enjoy...
She could see his reflection in the depths of the tub, the darkness of the water and the man who loomed above her surfacing in every shadow. She could almost fell his breath.
Hermione slid off of the wooden bench, turning her body fully around in the tub, her arms hugged the edge of the giant oversized barrel, and she let her chin rest on the back of her hands. Her gaze was level with his expensive well-polished boots, his feet slightly apart, and glinting between them was the silver base of his ever present cane, although come to think of it, she couldn't remember seeing it early in the evening. No, she recalled, he definitely hadn't had it when they were walking in the gardens, her thoughts were only momentarily distracted as her gaze continued to drift up the length of the Dark Wizard at a leisurely pace.
Hermione Granger had watched this man from the shadows as a child, he'd never know the tears she'd cried because of him, for herself, for her family and for her friends, was she really contemplating doing what she pleased with him now? Many times over the years she had thought about bringing him to his knees, and she certainly couldn't deny she was having the same thoughts now, but in a very different way.
Whatever had been going on in her mind when she posed the question to Lucius Malfoy, had increased tenfold compared to what was going on in her mind right now. Her eyes moved yet further upwards over those long darkly clad legs, noticing how unforgivingly and snugly his well-tailored trousers clung to his broad hips. She skipped his upper body until warm honey brown, met twinkling blue grey.
Once upon a time, an older, but still rather naïve Hermione Granger had contemplated revenge; it had been one of the reasons behind her joining the Unspeakables. She had always known Draco Malfoy's father was a Death Eater, had stood at the side of Lord Voldemort, had been responsible for so much violence and hatred. But ironically her job had altered her perspective, it became about justice, not revenge, and keeping the magical world safe for the future, not dredging up the past.
But before, a hurt and vengeful Hermione Granger had envisaged getting him in her sights, setting a trap, if only she'd know it would be this easy, back then there would have been no time for sweetness, the idea of kissing him would have been an abhorrent bitter taste, not one laced with fine cognac. But now revenge was the furthest thing from her mind. Oh she certainly had this particular Death Eater in her sights, and she would hate to be this close and be denied anything, but what she wanted to do to him now bore no resemblance to what she had wanted to do to him for many years.
Her breasts brushed against the rounded wooden side of the tub, bringing her back to the present, her nipples tightened with the friction, she withheld the little groan which burbled on her lips, the action giving her voice a husky tone.
"I was just wondering how our evening would have ended had we not been interrupted."
Her words were almost coy, however her flagrant honesty, left little room for misinterpretation as to what might have been. Her sultry tone left even less room for misinterpretation as to what she wanted it to be.
Lucius Malfoy's penetrating eyes never left hers, his clipped aristocratic tone as sultry and husky as her own.
"I told you Miss Granger, it was I who had the ulterior motive, and that it was decidedly … male."
"Hmm" She mused aloud, licking her lips appreciatively.
"I have to confess Mister Malfoy, despite your admission, I had poo pooed any notion that you would look at me in such a light."
He kicked off his boots and magically discarded his socks, those eyes of his still firmly fixed on her.
"I am a man my dear not a fool, the two are not mutually exclusive. In any light, you are a very beautiful and incredibly sexy woman."
One large hand remained resting on the silver serpent head of the cane which sheathed his wand, a euphemism danced across her mind as the other rose to release the buttons on his black shirt. Hermione watched transfixed as those long elegant fingers, carefully slid each tiny one nimbly from its fastening, swapping his cane to the other hand as he removed his silver cufflinks and dropped them into his pocket, the black cotton shirt tugged single-handedly from his trousers and discarded. Her gaze might have skipped his upper body previously, but as his broad chest and powerful upper arms were fully revealed Hermione found herself drawn to it. Her eyes darting over the feathery covering of dark blonde hair which darkened even more as it tapered into a tantalising vee and disappeared beneath the waistband of those sharply tailored and now even more snugly fitting trousers.
Her words might have left little room for misinterpretation, but his actions left none whatsoever.
She chewed on the inside of her bottom lip, both in nervousness and in anticipation, this was a cork she could definitely not put back on the bottle, even if she wanted to…she didn't. Her eyes drifted appreciatively over his partially exposed body, was the Dark Wizard really going to strip?
With the same dexterous sleight of hand Lucius Malfoy released the button on his trousers, in the deathly silence there was a gentle whirring sound as he lowered the metal zipper and a dark mass of material pooled around his bare feet, answering her silent question. Hermione's brain told her to worry her lip a little harder, instead she found herself licking it.
Seeing the fine cotton of his shirt, the exquisite tailoring of his trousers, Hermione's brain had of course envisioned that Lucius Malfoy would enjoy only the feel of the best silk so close to his more intimate parts. In this instance the young woman was very much mistaken, pleasantly surprised, and maybe even a tad Lucius Malfoy preferred something a little more abrasive next to his impressive, more intimate parts, the much rougher feel of the wool of those exquisitely tailored trousers. She might have been expecting dark luxurious silk, but there was nothing, well nothing in terms of underwear anyway… his hard aroused body was as powerful and proud as the man himself.
The stopper was definitely out of the bottle, his wand fully unsheathed. Hermione tried not to stare, moving her eyes begrudgingly from his pale erect flesh, to his equally hard but contrastingly dark cane.
"You won't need the wand." She said, her eyes now drifting from the ebony and silver cane he still clasped, to his face.
He moved closer to the tub; Hermione struggled to keep her gaze above his waist.
"That depends." He responded in the same husky but decidedly more menacing tone, his own eyes glinting with intent.
"On what?" She asked moving suggestively against the side of the wooden cask.
The Dark Wizard allowed his wand to fall to the ground, it clattered unceremoniously onto the bamboo matting which covered part of the floor, and he took another step forward, finally lowering himself into the heated bubbling water. His powerful and aroused body quickly coming behind her, flush against her back, he pressed her harder against the edge of the tub.
Hermione's body moved of its own volition, instinctively pushing back into him, thrilling at the powerful erection which strained against her arse. His hands moved to her pert breasts; Hermione let out a breath she didn't realise she had been holding as he squeezed them almost painfully. He pulled her backwards further and firmer into his embrace, and his mouth came to her ear, his sharp teeth grazing the soft lobe, his breath caressing her cheek as he spoke in that same husky menacing tone, it sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through Hermione.
"Your definition of safe sex."
This time she couldn't contain the small moan which dropped from her lips as her nipples skimmed the palms of his hands.
"I doubt there is anything safe about sex with you Mister Malfoy." The words were out before she could stop them, but she didn't care, instinctively knowing they wouldn't stop him, she doubted anything would now, the small chuckle at her ear confirming her suspicions.
"Isn't that the point my dear."
Was it? That little voice asked in the back of her head; the sex and just about everything else in her relationship with Ronald Weasley had been very safe and Hermione had often found herself hankering after something a little more adventurous, risky even. Talk about going from one extreme to the other.
Lucius Malfoy's surprisingly sensual mouth moved from her ear, tracing an erotic path down the side of her neck to the nape, his teeth all the while nipping and scraping as he worked his way between her shoulders. His body was still firmly pressed against hers, he seemed to be touching her everywhere, overwhelming both her body and her senses with his touch and it felt so bloody good, she wanted more.
Hermione twisted around in his arms, enjoying how his body rubbed against hers. The hands which had moments before tormented her aching nipples were now splayed across her nibbled shoulders. Her breasts brushed against the hard wall of his chest, the pebbled peaks now teasing him. The flat planes of two well-toned stomachs rested against each other, and below, his solid erect cock pressed against her feminine curls, burning heat pooled between Hermione's legs.
One slim forefinger came to rest just below his Adam's apple, it bobbed as he swallowed at her touch. One vivid Veela red nail glinted wickedly in the dusky light, the blood red stark against his pale skin. Hermione could hear the therawitch's words from earlier as they reverberated around in her mind, she really should know better than to question or doubt any form of magic, or the power of any potion after all of these years, even if it did come in the harmless guise of nail polish. Moving back as far as the hard edge of the tub would allow, the tip of her finger travelled lower, over his pounding heart, following that fine feathering of dark blonde hair. Beneath the water she knew it had reached the point where it darkened still further and trailed into that tantalising vee, she also knew that there was no expensively tailored waistband between her and Lucius Malfoy's incredibly aroused flesh. Her eyes were as bright and wickedly glinting as the varnish which tipped her nails and she saw his Adam's apple bob again; much more pronounced this time as he swallowed much harder.
The bubbling water came to just below Lucius Malfoy's shoulder blades, his long blonde hair rested and drifted on the surface, his piercing grey blue eyes locked with hers.
"Decidedly male". She said holding his gaze as her finger followed a tormenting and erotic path to the very tip of his body.
The shudder and heavy breath exhaled by the Dark Wizard was as sexy as it was satisfying, her fingertip toying with the swollen head of his cock beneath the warm gently frothing water. Her hand coiled around the shaft and slid slowly down towards his body, enjoying the buoyant feel of his flesh, the heavy breath became a strangled hiss.
Up until now this had all been rather one sided, very much about Hermione Granger, and somewhat uncharacteristically Lucius Malfoy was cheerfully losing the discreet battle of words and understated movements he'd been having all night with his son's former classmate. For him, until this point his actions and reactions had been very controlled and restrained; there was nothing remotely subtle about her movements now, and he desperately strove to hang on to that control and restraint, but his reactions were out of his hands and quite literally very much in hers. As for his actions…
From the moment he had seen her sitting somewhat surprisingly at his bar earlier that evening, he'd even more unexpectedly, had only one thing on his mind. His aching body had been ridiculously impatient, wanting to be where he was now, hours ago, but he could wait, well at least until after a leisurely dinner, some polite well placed conversation, and a little blatant flirtation, all accompanied by the best his wine cellar could offer. Over the years the former Death Eater had acquired a modicum of patience, and as an older and hopefully wiser man, he had also learnt not to rush things, especially not these kind of things and especially not with a witch like Hermione Granger. He had no doubt whatsoever that the woman, once referred to as the brightest witch of her age, could match him on every level, magical or otherwise. The fact that they had been verbally duelling all evening, physically striking each other in the most artful of ways, but she had maintained the upper hand, was testament to that. He may well have been the one with the ulterior motive, but that she had all but incited the situation he now found himself in was also further proof if it were needed, she was not only a beautiful and unbelievably sexy woman, but she was also a very confident and extremely capable one. She might well have his hard cock in her hand, but the Dark Wizard was under no illusions, any false or unwelcome moves on his part and who knew what spell or hex would befall him.
With the untimely arrival of the owl and the need to deal with some urgent business Lucius Malfoy had imagined his ulterior motive had been well and truly thwarted. The beautiful and sexy Miss Hermione Granger would hardly be expecting his return or waiting on it, she was here for the weekend; he was confident he had not missed his opportunity entirely. His body however had not been so easily placated or quickly cooled as his thoughts, strolling back into the gardens had of course not helped, simply reminding his still aching body of how his evening should have ended, and where he could be right now had it not been for the feathery interruption. A suitable charm would turn the water in one of the hot tubs into a cold tub, cooling his ardour, whilst the relaxing jets soothed his frustration. Finding the delectable Miss Granger, unfortunately neck deep in the dark frothy water had been to say the least an unexpected bonus. This time there would be no interruptions and this time there would be far less subtly, he only had so much patience and his body would not be denied again. The mild war of words had reached a ceasefire, the gentle battle of movements, a laying down of arms. This was undoubtedly naked warfare; the ordnances had definitely changed, a lascivious smiled curled his lips, his own very powerful weapon very much enjoying being in someone else's clearly quite capable hands.
Hermione Granger held his throbbing flesh in her hand, she had definitely upped not only the ante.
