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Apparation and some powerful magic found Hermione in the middle of a very large, very soft bed, cleansed and completely dry, well almost. She stretched against the luxurious cotton bedding beneath her naked skin, her body and her senses gradually recovering from the magical transportation. Despite having spent next to no time in her own room, she knew this wasn't it, Hermione turned to face the man denting the soft bed linen on her left.
Lucius Malfoy was propped up on one elbow, a lazy smirk curving his mouth, his now dry blond hair falling in a familiar silky mass about his broad shoulders.
"I like to think I am a fit man for my age my dear, but I have to confess my knees would not have kept us upright for much longer. I hope you don't mind?"
She turned to face him, the polished red tip of her finger once again twinkled at Hermione, glinting in the firelit room, the young witch could have sworn it all but winked at her as it wound a mellifluous strand of his blonde hair around it, a vixen like smile curving her own mouth.
"Oh I think you are a very fit man … for anyone's age."
She saw his mouth twitch at her remark before her eyes left his face briefly, flittering about the room, it was twice the size of hers.
"Your room." It was a statement more than a question, her finger continuing to play with his hair.
"My personal suite." He replied watching her every move, his body already beginning to stir in arousal at the sight of her naked on his bed.
"No I don't mind at all." Her smile increased
"In fact I am surprised we remained in the tub for as long as we did."
This time Lucius chuckled; it was a low rumbling sound which she felt as well as heard.
His hand drifted to her hip, it moved softly and slowly down over her thigh to her knee, before wandering slowly back upwards.
"Oh I was enjoying myself far too much to even contemplate moving" He corrected himself smoothly.
"Changing locations."
His words were as provocative as his low tenor, Hermione's body reacting to them and his leisurely moving hand.
"I think I was quite possibly in my teens the last time I had a sexual encounter anywhere other than what one might deem conventional."
Still so polite, thought Hermione as an image of a young Lucius Malfoy, fumbling in a dark space at Hogwarts with Narcissa or another young witch danced across her mind. The other young witch suddenly becoming her, a very different time, a very different place, the late Professor Snape's potions store perhaps, the thought gathered momentum…
"That sharp little mind of yours is conjuring an image all of its own I think."
He really could read her a little too well, she tugged on the silky hair, which was now tightly wrapped around her finger, pulling his face closer to hers.
"Hmm I was thinking about fucking the dark threatening School Governor in the Potions Master's store cupboard."
The image she presented coloured his brain in glorious detail, along with her course choice of words, it stirred his body further. At that time, his pureblood ways of thinking would have been horrified and disgusted at the notion of such an encounter with a Mudblood. As a father he should have been too, she was after all young enough to be his daughter, she still was of course. But as a man, the scenario she described made his cock twitch and throb. He raised a curious brow.
"Thinking that now." He observed, his wandering hand reaching her breast. "But surely not back then."
Hermione's brown eyes twinkled and narrowed, pulling on the strand of hair, until his lips almost touched hers. His hand stilled against her breast, but his thumb continued to toy with the taut rosy peak.
"Back then Lucius." She said, her voice quiet and sultry.
"I would have used every potion in the store, locked you in and thrown away the key."
She leant forward and ran her tongue over his lips, her teeth nipping gently at the lower one. She spoke against the hint of a smile which tugged at his sensual mouth.
"However, knowing what I know now, that might have been a somewhat rash choice."
His hand began its roaming once more, this time it was a long artistic forefinger which took the lead, tracing the valley between her breasts and across her stomach until it reached the soft hair between her thighs. This time Hermione didn't remove his hand.
"Back then Hermione."
His voice was just as quiet, the tone so sultry she almost felt her toes curl. As was becoming a pattern he mimicked her words, and this time her actions too, running his tongue over her lips, his seemingly much sharper teeth not so gently nipping the lower one, she gasped in surprise and his tongue dipped into her mouth, now tracing the soft inner palate.
"Your actions would have been justified." He too spoke against her mouth.
His hand dipped between her legs; caressing the spot he'd been seeking before. Of course he was right, but this wasn't the way substantiate his point.
"However, I do find your however arousing more than just my imagination."
He slipped a finger between the soft feminine curls and into her already wet centre.
"It would appear I am not the only one."
His finger moved with dextrous precision, eliciting a soft mewl from Hermione.
"And what are you thinking about now?"
The vixen like smile returned to her lips, most of her thoughts were centred around his skilfully moving fingers, but she could read him with similar ease, knowing exactly the response he was looking for, in more ways than one.
"Hmm I was thinking about fucking the dark threatening former School Governor in a far more comfortable place."
It was a long time since Hermione had been the Miss Goody Two Shoes she had been at school, she was after all an adult now, a grown woman. But her actions, not to mention her reactions when it came to this man of all people, were something which surprised even Hermione herself.
If the bright red nail polish, which glinted against his pale skin was in some way responsible for those actions and indeed reactions, then the therawitch had definitely undersold its properties and its capabilities. Hermione couldn't remember the last time she felt so feminine or so incredibly sexy. She didn't want to demean the glistening red varnish in any way, doubt its powers or the therawitch's word, but she was well aware that those same actions and reactions were very much down to a very blonde, very Dark Wizard. Actual magic had nothing to do with it, he just pushed the right buttons, touched those feminine places and stirred the sexy side of her. His long capable fingers were definitely pushing those buttons, their slow deliberate movements stirring that side of her.
Those penetrating blue grey eyes twinkled with even more intensity at her words, this time there was no surprise in their depths, feigned or otherwise, just a wicked knowing.
Hermione contemplated pushing him and that handsome smug face, back into the sumptuous bedding and straddling him. The idea of having that sexual power over the dark wizard once again racing across her mind. In that tiny moment of contemplation, she found the soft luxurious bedding beneath her own back, his weight pressing her into the expensive linen. His knee nudged her long legs further apart, as her arms were gently but firmly pinned above her head into the square down pillows, that handsome smug face looming over her, his silky blonde hair falling about her own face. Despite their dip in the hot tub, his body and his hair still smelt of that intoxicating cologne, its spicy scent tickling her senses.
Hermione shifted beneath him to accommodate his weight, feeling his once again incredibly aroused body hard against her own. That he was undeniably in control shifted the dynamic completely, his features seemed to adopt that dark threatening look she had alluded to and a little frisson of fear melded with the excitement that coursed through her veins. His hips moved against hers, his cock nestling at the damp juncture of her thighs.
"Anything to oblige, my dear. Is this what you had in mind?"
Through an already blurring haze of arousal, something in his disgustingly sexy tone told Hermione, that he knew very well that this wasn't what she'd had in mind at all, but it would do for now. Something also told her that there would be another time to do what she'd had in mind, she added it to her mental list..
She opted for a nonverbal response to his question, her feet slinking up over his calves, the action opening her up to him, and allowing the head of his cock to slip between her wet folds. They wandered further up his limbs, her hips gently thrusting to meet and encourage him. In the watery tub, his entry had been swift, catching her unawares and leaving her robbed of breath, in the luxurious comfort and softness of his bed, his measured thrust into her more than ready body, was supremely unhurried. Although she wasn't caught off guard, Hermione was still left breathless; lying down, his more than ample body stretched and filled her so differently to the way it had done in the hot tub. His weight on top of her asserting that commanding power of his and sending a very different rush through her body, a body which willingly rose to meet him, a body which wanted to feel him as deeply as was humanly possible.
Lucius groaned at the soft sweet wetness that drew him further into her, caressing his cock like a warm silken glove. Basking in the bliss of her body, his brain cunningly wondered if he could keep her in his bed for the duration of her stay, his cock pulsed at the notion, and that soft wetness tightened in response, he groaned again, louder this time.
Hermione suddenly realised he had released her arms, they drifted to the broad expanse of his back, just as her feet had done over his lower limbs they slinked over his warm skin, enjoying the taught flickering muscles in his arse as he continued to thrust gently in and out of her. His mouth had found hers by way of her throat, the tongue had licked erotically at her neck now tangled with her own, in an unpredictable mix of rough and demanding, sweet and coaxing Hermione found herself more turned on that she could ever remember being. Who would have ever imagined Lucius Malfoy to be such a skilled lover? Lucius Malfoy lover, another three words she'd never imagined hearing or using in the same sentence. Hermione shivered involuntarily at the thought, such a naughty thought, such a wicked man, but her sinful body wound itself tighter around him, drew him further in to touch all those hidden places that filled her with ecstasy.
"Mmm, that's sooooo good." She said, as her mouth left his and her head fell back into the downy bedding.
Lucius propped himself up looking at her flushed face, enjoying her vocalisation, her eyes sparkled back at him. He slowly withdrew from her silky depths, before plunging with equal slowness back into her, deep into her, his eyes fixed on that pretty face, watching it flush even more and those brown eyes sparkle like stars in the night.
"Sooooo good." She mouthed silently at him, her soft hands gently stroking his rippling arse.
He repeated the action, slow, hard and deep. Never taking his eyes off of her face, he felt her body arch up into him, burying him deeper than he thought possible, this time he all but growled low in his throat, an animalistic sound which echoed his body's feeling.
His movements increased, slow became a little faster, again Hermione's body arced up into his, she began to meet his hastening pace, meeting him thrust for thrust. The soft hands which had caressed his arse, bared their claws and her newly manicured nails, scraped the length of his back. He cried out, unable to withhold the pain which mingled with the unrivalled pleasure pulsing through his body.
Hermione was once again engulfed in the delicious sensation that he was touching and stroking her everywhere, inside and out, his body was totally filling and fulfilling her, but she wanted more, and he gave it. Each time he pressed hard into her slick walls, she clenched about him, holding him tighter and tighter, making his withdrawal and re-entry harder and more potent. She heard him suck in, in sharp rapture, her own breathing quickening as pleasure galloped through her.
Their eyes remained locked neither wanting to look away, their expressions and cries fuelling the others enjoyment. His eyes were a fierce stormy grey, darkened in passion, hers twinkled brighter than ever. She could feel his skin beneath her fingers, perhaps more than she should have as her nails racked his back once more, drawing his weight back against her body, feeling every part of him on or in her. Still she threshed up against him, his cock working deep inside her with perfect exquisite precision. She clasped still tighter about him, feeling every inch of his veined shaft pulse, surging inside her.
Hermione all but screamed his name as her orgasm ripped through her, almost unable to breath with the shattering force of the pleasure which tore at every part of her, through it she felt his body stiffen. Heavy on her sensitised breasts she could feel his chest, his laboured breathing, his hips suddenly stilling against hers, his body shuddering against hers.
Lucius felt his seed shoot hard and fast from his throbbing cock, her body milking him of everything he had, shaking around his shaft in her own climax and taking him with her again…
Hermione woke to the sound of Lucius Malfoy's voice, it was distant and muffled, and for a moment, disorientated, she thought she was still half asleep. She stretched languorously, her body aching, but deliciously so from the previous night's exertions, actually she was fully awake, but very much alone. His voice drifting to her ears from outside, through a partially open window. Hermione was loath to leave the soft, warm comfort of his enormous bed, but curiosity got the better of her, wondering who on earth he was talking to at such an early hour. There was a dark robe slung over a chair next to the bed, she grabbed it, slipping her arms into the dark towelling, Hermione was immediately engulfed in the exotic, heady scent of Lucius Malfoy. Her senses reeled and for a moment she was thrown back into his arms, her body tingling everywhere at the recollections, wishing he was still this side of the glass.
An antique clock on the mantle over the fireplace, told her it wasn't such an early hour at all, it was in fact a little after 7.30am, Lucius had asked her to meet him at 8am for a shoot, and it sounded as if he was already outside, possibly organising things, waiting for her.
A cool gentle breeze greeted her through the slightly open window, it shifted a long drape at the side and carried Lucius' voice on it. Hermione cautiously peered around the heavy velvet curtain, not wishing to alert anyone else to her presence in his room, looking down onto the gravelled drive below. Her companion from the previous evening was talking to two men, one whom she could see clearly the other had his back to her and was partially obscured by a large potted palm of some sort. The man who was partly hidden and to whom Lucius appeared to be directing his conversation towards, was the same height as the blonde wizard, but much broader in stature. From what she could see, Hermione noticed he was wearing a dark Muggle type business suit and some rather heavy footwear, boots with a thick rubber sole, a bit too clunky for the suit, she mused to herself. Most of his head was hidden behind the green fronds of the plant, but she could see his hair, it was very short, almost spikey on top and a steely grey colour, no matter which way she leaned she couldn't make out his face. The third man, who was standing slightly back from the other two, appeared to be listening intently, hanging on their every word, and even from her vantage point, Hermione could see that his eyes were darting about all over the place as if he was keeping watch. He too was quite tall, pigeon chested and much fatter than the other two, the buttons on his also dark suit pulling around his substantial midriff. His grey shirt was fastened to the neck, where an equally drab tie was secured under his seemingly numerous chins. The weak early morning sunshine gleamed on his almost bald head, and his arrogant upright stance put Hermione in mind of a bodyguard, someone full of his own self-importance.
"A puffed up little cornflake." Hermione muttered one of her mother's favourite expressions out loud as she tried again, in vein to get a better look at the other man.
Lucius was nodding seriously at the grey haired man and pointing the puffed up cornflake in the direction of the entrance to the Club, he picked up a small suitcase at his feet and did as he was instructed. Lucius took a step back and gestured for the man to whom he'd been speaking to go inside. At this point the suited, grey haired man stepped out from the concealing leaves of the palm and Hermione could clearly see the face of Julius Nihil.
She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, her brain going from first to fifth gear in split second. She took a quick step back from the window, imaging her gasp loud enough to be heard on the ground below, but Lucius Malfoy and Julius Nihil remained engaged in conversation, concentrating only on each other, as she surreptitiously watched them head towards the entrance, completely out of her view.
Merlin's teeth what had she done? Sleeping with a former Death Eater was bad enough, but a man who was obviously part of Julius Nihil's plan, who clearly still practised very dark magic and whom the other practitioner had reached out to. Her surmises went from bad to worse, Hermione's brain was in overdrive, one wild thought after another falling into her head. This was why she never mixed business with pleasure, this was definitely a conflict of interest, she'd seen a very different side to Lucius Malfoy yesterday evening, last night, but ..
"Sod him and his bloody clichés." She muttered angrily to herself; this leopard had clearly not changed his spots at all, and she fallen for his line.
Hermione tugged the belt on the dark towelling robe about herself, another waft of Lucius Malfoy's spicy cologne invaded her nostrils, reminding her as if she needed reminding, of what she'd done. Her body needed no reminding tingling appreciatively, it was not apt to be as angry as her mind. She stomped across the room to the door, her hands buried deep in the pockets, stopping abruptly she returned to the window glancing out once more. The puffed up little cornflake had returned to the vintage black and yellow Rolls Royce car which had been parked on the drive, he removed another small case from its boot, before he sent the car down the driveway to the garage, its slim tyres crunching on the gravel. He glanced around once more, his piggy eyes drifting towards Hermione and the open window, she took a swift step backwards hiding amongst the folds of the heavy drapes.
So this is what Lucius Malfoy had meant about wining and dining his business associates, keeping the wheels oiled. She'd pondered his guest list at the time, but for some strange reason she'd never imagined that Julius Nihil would have been on it, perhaps she hadn't wanted him to be. Instead of him needing their capital, influence and connections, Hermione felt it was definitely the other way around, when it came to Dark Wizarding in England, the man with whom she had so easily spent the night was the one to be keeping sweet and who would without a shadow of a doubt be a key player in Julius Nihil's nefarious plan.
"Hmm, keeping him sweet." Hermione's speeding brain slid back to cruise in third gear, the cogs slowly ticking over, a plan of her own formulating.
Had she not been an Unspeakable and involved in Goldeneye, Hermione would not have known who Julius Nihil was, let alone anything about his plan, so for all intense and purposes now, she still had no clue who Lucius Malfoy's friend was, and she could remain just as oblivious should their paths cross. There certainly was a lot more to be gained by keeping Lucius Malfoy sweet, and despite what she now knew or at least believed, keeping his wheels oiled wouldn't be too much of a hardship.
Her brain might be full of wild surmises but, officially Hermione Granger was off the Ministry's clock, she had been ordered to take the weekend off. She knew nothing for certain about Julius Nihil's visit, or about the former Death Eater's involvement with him, although instinct not to mention past crimes told her it was nothing good, but neither instinct nor the past were proof enough of anything, to involve RM. That said she really should let him know that he was here, but then she was here, RM would just send an operative to observe the situation, and she was an operative, one well placed to observe anything.
Those thoughts she'd had about bringing Lucius Malfoy to his knees, well maybe she still could, in both senses.
