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Heart pounding, blood pulsing. His entire body began to come alive as his erection. Here, in his bed was the girl... no, woman.... he had fantasized about for the longest time. Here she was, her ripe, 18 year old body, wrapped in the sheets on his bed, waiting for his touch, waiting for him to take her and ravage her.
What would people say if they found out? Here he was, a man of great standing in the wizarding world, bedding a mudblood, a peer of his son nonetheless. But he didn't care. Lucius Malfoy looked at the naked beauty with her round, perky breasts, lying seductively on his bed and decided he didn't give a crap what anyone thought. He had to have her.
"Are you coming to bed?" she asked "If you don't get over here soon, I'm going to start without you" she said as she began touching herself.
Immediately, at this temptation, Lucius joined the dark-haired beauty on the bed. He kissed her passionately. He could feel the hear rising off their bodies as she began to kiss him everywhere, moving ever so slowly towards he throbbing, erect penis. He began to feel pleasure beyond anything he had felt in years, as this young, virginal girl took his manhood gently in her mouth. He began to moan with pleasure. "Oh Hermione..."
Just as he felt ready to explode with passion he felt a sharp pain the right side of his face.
Everything stopped.
Stunned and confused, he awoke.
"Ok, who is she?" screamed his wife, Narcissa. His cheek began to sting, and as he slowly became more cognoscente, he realized that she had slapped him
"Who is who?" he muttered, wanting so badly to go back to sleep and finish what she had started.
"You know very well who? This woman you have sex dreams about every night! I'm sick of it Lucius!" yelled Narcissa, as she she got up and headed towards the bathroom.
"I don't know what the fuck you are talking about" he lied.
"Oh get off it! Every night for a month you moan the same name. I can't quite make it out... it sounds like Harmony or something." She paused. "So, is she good?"
"First off, its not exactly like YOU'RE performing your wifely duties." He said coldly. "But no, I am not sleeping around. As much as I would like to, you have me by the balls with that goddamn prenup I signed!"
"Look all I know is that I'm sick of hearing you moan that woman's name every night in OUR bed!" she shouted as she slammed the door. "I hope you're not fucking her. Because if you're not, you can go find her, fuck her, get if out of your system, stop having these dreams, and I can get a decent night sleep!" And with that she slammed the bathroom door.
Maybe she does have a point, he thought. Maybe all I need is some sex. I can do it discreetly. I'm a Malfoy, I can have anything I want. Granger's just a mudblood slut. I had her mother once years ago, I can have her too. God the Granger women have a presence don't they.
He thought back to the nights of passion with he shared with her mother many years ago. Patricia Granger. The memories of their torrid love affair flashed before his eyes. Then he thought of Hermione. She was so much like her mother; beautiful, smart, strong willed. Each day she looked more and more like her mother... more and more like that muggle bitch that had broken his heart so many years ago.
An evil smile spread across his face as he made his decision. Yes, Hermione Granger would be his. That beautiful, stubborn, smart, mudblood woman. He settled back to bed with a new determination that he would have her and nothing was going to stop him.
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Heart pounding, blood pulsing. His entire body began to come alive as his erection. Here, in his bed was the girl... no, woman.... he had fantasized about for the longest time. Here she was, her ripe, 18 year old body, wrapped in the sheets on his bed, waiting for his touch, waiting for him to take her and ravage her.
What would people say if they found out? Here he was, a man of great standing in the wizarding world, bedding a mudblood, a peer of his son nonetheless. But he didn't care. Lucius Malfoy looked at the naked beauty with her round, perky breasts, lying seductively on his bed and decided he didn't give a crap what anyone thought. He had to have her.
"Are you coming to bed?" she asked "If you don't get over here soon, I'm going to start without you" she said as she began touching herself.
Immediately, at this temptation, Lucius joined the dark-haired beauty on the bed. He kissed her passionately. He could feel the hear rising off their bodies as she began to kiss him everywhere, moving ever so slowly towards he throbbing, erect penis. He began to feel pleasure beyond anything he had felt in years, as this young, virginal girl took his manhood gently in her mouth. He began to moan with pleasure. "Oh Hermione..."
Just as he felt ready to explode with passion he felt a sharp pain the right side of his face.
Everything stopped.
Stunned and confused, he awoke.
"Ok, who is she?" screamed his wife, Narcissa. His cheek began to sting, and as he slowly became more cognoscente, he realized that she had slapped him
"Who is who?" he muttered, wanting so badly to go back to sleep and finish what she had started.
"You know very well who? This woman you have sex dreams about every night! I'm sick of it Lucius!" yelled Narcissa, as she she got up and headed towards the bathroom.
"I don't know what the fuck you are talking about" he lied.
"Oh get off it! Every night for a month you moan the same name. I can't quite make it out... it sounds like Harmony or something." She paused. "So, is she good?"
"First off, its not exactly like YOU'RE performing your wifely duties." He said coldly. "But no, I am not sleeping around. As much as I would like to, you have me by the balls with that goddamn prenup I signed!"
"Look all I know is that I'm sick of hearing you moan that woman's name every night in OUR bed!" she shouted as she slammed the door. "I hope you're not fucking her. Because if you're not, you can go find her, fuck her, get if out of your system, stop having these dreams, and I can get a decent night sleep!" And with that she slammed the bathroom door.
Maybe she does have a point, he thought. Maybe all I need is some sex. I can do it discreetly. I'm a Malfoy, I can have anything I want. Granger's just a mudblood slut. I had her mother once years ago, I can have her too. God the Granger women have a presence don't they.
He thought back to the nights of passion with he shared with her mother many years ago. Patricia Granger. The memories of their torrid love affair flashed before his eyes. Then he thought of Hermione. She was so much like her mother; beautiful, smart, strong willed. Each day she looked more and more like her mother... more and more like that muggle bitch that had broken his heart so many years ago.
An evil smile spread across his face as he made his decision. Yes, Hermione Granger would be his. That beautiful, stubborn, smart, mudblood woman. He settled back to bed with a new determination that he would have her and nothing was going to stop him.
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