A/N: Okay, I finally decided that I suppose I will put some good old fashioned smut in this chapter. I'm not sure if I will write this chapter to move the plot along. I may, and I may not ... because I am God! Hehehehe at least with this story! ^_^
Anyway, onward and upward! Hehehehe.
Oh yeah, I decided to add another point of view. Lucius will be appearing. Perhaps not very often, but I needed to toy with him for a while. ^_^
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Chapter 5 -- To Dream Or Not To Dream
After talking to Ron, Hermione knew that he would confront Harry. She wasn't looking forward to seeing Harry's reaction, so she decided to bury herself in the library for a while.
She settled into an unused corner, and dusted off her favorite Hogwarts book, "Hogwarts, A History". As she sunk low into the oversized, plush armchair, she heard a voice that made her sit up straight, her ears perked. Lucius!
"I don't know what to do. This girl, she's ... intoxicating. And worse, she's a student. And ... even worse than that, she's not even pureblood."
Hermione peered through an opening in one of the shelves, and found that Lucius was right on the other side. Who was he talking to?
"I can't help feeling this way about her." Hermione saw the blond's head shake slowly, and then heard him say in a low voice, "All right, Lucius, just go to bed and forget about her."
He's talking to himself? About me? Hermione couldn't help thinking as she watched Lucius hurry out of the library. She sat for a moment, stiff, thinking about the one-sided conversation she had heard. Then, she decided to try and concentrate on her book. She sank into the red chair and opened the history. Her eyelids drooped as she read, and she found that it was quite warm in the spot she was sitting. "Maybe, I'll just rest my eyes," she said softly, and her eyelids closed.
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Lucius walked through the cold, dark dungeons toward his living space. He wrapped his cloak tighter around him. Damn that foolish Dumbledore, he thought angrily, as the cold bit through his cloak and chilled him to the bone, can't even keep this fucking castle warm! His long, blond hair flowed down his back, and ended at his waist. It was thick, and gave Lucius a little protection on his neck, from the cold.
He reached his chamber, and after giving the password, stepped into it. The warmth was blissful. Lucius couldn't help the smile that came to his lips. At least the old coot has enough sense to keep me happy in here, he thought, as he stripped his cloak from his shoulders. He slowly undressed, staring in the mirror at his beautiful, toned body. At last, he was in nothing, and sighing, he laid in bed, and tried to sleep without dreams.
Her lips brushed against his slightly, teasingly. She wanted him to savour this feeling. He felt a fluttering in his stomach, and he slowly ran his hand through her long, brown hair. She kissed him again, with agonizing gentleness. Her hand was on his cheek, and she caressed his cheek, then his neck. She slowly, always slowly, began to place pressure on the kiss, making it deeper. More intimate.
He let his lips part, just enough for her to slip her tongue in. As her tongue met his, he felt the heat of her mouth, and he couldn't take the wait. He slipped one of his hands lower, down to her waist. He pulled her shirt out of her pants, and cautiously slid his hand up her bare skin, to meet with her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra, he noted with surprise, but the thought was banished as he felt the hard tip of her nipple extending to his fingertips. He pushed against it, and he felt, and heard, her moan of pleasure. He smiled as he pulled away from their kiss, and pushed her down onto his bed. He would take her this night.
She wanted him now. As he watched her, she removed her shirt, and unbuttoned her pants. He also removed his shirt, but he wanted her to take off his pants, so he left them on. He moved toward the bed, and she smiled seductively. He laid on top of her, and again his hands moved to her breasts. He rubbed her nipple in between two of his fingers, and she moaned. He gathered her right breast in his hand, and drew his mouth down to it. Instead of engulfing the nipple within him, like she expected, he began to rub a finger across it, while breathing his hot breath on it. The combined heat of his breath and the friction made her gasp, and he smiled as her hips bucked. She was ready for the next level.
He was very aroused by her. His erection was becoming painful, being trapped in the tight pants that he wore. However, he would not let his pleasure come before he let her know how good, just how good, a lover Lucius Malfoy was.
He slipped one hand down toward her crotch, while his other hand paid attention to her breast. He kept in eye contact with her. Always. Her eyes were full of lust, and when his hand met the warm, slightly moist skin of her crotch, she moaned lightly, and her eyes begged him to take her. But, he would make her wait. Oh, yes, he would.
His fingers slipped in between the lips, and found her hot button. He wanted to play with her; he pressed down lightly. Her legs twitched, and she let a gasp loose. He knew that she would enjoy what he had to give her. He slowly pressed again, while moving his fingers in a forward-backward motion. She groaned with pleasure, and her hand reached out to his groin, ripping the fabric when she got there. As his erection grew into full view, her lustful eyes looked at it, and widened. Taking him into her hands, she began to run one hand up and down the shaft, while her other hand massaged the base. The friction began to take it's toll on Lucius, and he moved his fingers faster inside her. She was bucking against him, eager for his fingers to slip off of her button and into her hole. He whispered huskily, "Be patient love."
"God, fuck me, Lucius!" she replied, as an orgasm rocked her. She was pulling on his penis, rubbing faster and faster, making him want her so much. He couldn't take the heat anymore. He positioned himself over her, pulling his wet fingers from her crotch. His pulsing penis was aching for the tight opening, and he placed the head against her. She felt the hot point, and shoved her hips wildly against him. She was now in control, even though she was under him. She was pushing and pulling. She rolled him, so that she was on top, and she began to pump. Slowly at first, then, as the pleasure became intense, she began to rock and ride harder and faster. She kept changing positions, so that each insertion hit a new, raw nerve. She was groaning so loudly, that Lucius was sure everyone in the castle could hear. Of course, he was just as loud.
Faster and faster, the world spinning as each insertion brought them closer to the limit. As one, they both screamed, and the world became black.
Lucius awoke with a start, and realized that his bed was soaked. He looked down, and saw what the mess consisted of. He curled his lip in disgust with himself, and got up to get his wand and clean up the mess. He would, of course, tell no one of this dream.
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Hermione woke too, at the same instant. She was still in the library, and to her embarrassment her hand was down her pants. She was extremely wet, and her face went hot at the thought of anyone seeing, or hearing, what she had done. She quickly got up and looked around the library. Luckily, it was closed, and no one had realized she was still in there.
She walked swiftly to the Common Room, still not quite believing what she had just dreamed.
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A/N: Okay, so I've never written a sex scene before. Just don't flame me too badly. And yes, I know I didn't put any Draco/Harry in this chapter. You'll just have to wait to see what happens to them. ^_^ Review while you're waiting.
Anyway, onward and upward! Hehehehe.
Oh yeah, I decided to add another point of view. Lucius will be appearing. Perhaps not very often, but I needed to toy with him for a while. ^_^
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Chapter 5 -- To Dream Or Not To Dream
After talking to Ron, Hermione knew that he would confront Harry. She wasn't looking forward to seeing Harry's reaction, so she decided to bury herself in the library for a while.
She settled into an unused corner, and dusted off her favorite Hogwarts book, "Hogwarts, A History". As she sunk low into the oversized, plush armchair, she heard a voice that made her sit up straight, her ears perked. Lucius!
"I don't know what to do. This girl, she's ... intoxicating. And worse, she's a student. And ... even worse than that, she's not even pureblood."
Hermione peered through an opening in one of the shelves, and found that Lucius was right on the other side. Who was he talking to?
"I can't help feeling this way about her." Hermione saw the blond's head shake slowly, and then heard him say in a low voice, "All right, Lucius, just go to bed and forget about her."
He's talking to himself? About me? Hermione couldn't help thinking as she watched Lucius hurry out of the library. She sat for a moment, stiff, thinking about the one-sided conversation she had heard. Then, she decided to try and concentrate on her book. She sank into the red chair and opened the history. Her eyelids drooped as she read, and she found that it was quite warm in the spot she was sitting. "Maybe, I'll just rest my eyes," she said softly, and her eyelids closed.
******
Lucius walked through the cold, dark dungeons toward his living space. He wrapped his cloak tighter around him. Damn that foolish Dumbledore, he thought angrily, as the cold bit through his cloak and chilled him to the bone, can't even keep this fucking castle warm! His long, blond hair flowed down his back, and ended at his waist. It was thick, and gave Lucius a little protection on his neck, from the cold.
He reached his chamber, and after giving the password, stepped into it. The warmth was blissful. Lucius couldn't help the smile that came to his lips. At least the old coot has enough sense to keep me happy in here, he thought, as he stripped his cloak from his shoulders. He slowly undressed, staring in the mirror at his beautiful, toned body. At last, he was in nothing, and sighing, he laid in bed, and tried to sleep without dreams.
Her lips brushed against his slightly, teasingly. She wanted him to savour this feeling. He felt a fluttering in his stomach, and he slowly ran his hand through her long, brown hair. She kissed him again, with agonizing gentleness. Her hand was on his cheek, and she caressed his cheek, then his neck. She slowly, always slowly, began to place pressure on the kiss, making it deeper. More intimate.
He let his lips part, just enough for her to slip her tongue in. As her tongue met his, he felt the heat of her mouth, and he couldn't take the wait. He slipped one of his hands lower, down to her waist. He pulled her shirt out of her pants, and cautiously slid his hand up her bare skin, to meet with her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra, he noted with surprise, but the thought was banished as he felt the hard tip of her nipple extending to his fingertips. He pushed against it, and he felt, and heard, her moan of pleasure. He smiled as he pulled away from their kiss, and pushed her down onto his bed. He would take her this night.
She wanted him now. As he watched her, she removed her shirt, and unbuttoned her pants. He also removed his shirt, but he wanted her to take off his pants, so he left them on. He moved toward the bed, and she smiled seductively. He laid on top of her, and again his hands moved to her breasts. He rubbed her nipple in between two of his fingers, and she moaned. He gathered her right breast in his hand, and drew his mouth down to it. Instead of engulfing the nipple within him, like she expected, he began to rub a finger across it, while breathing his hot breath on it. The combined heat of his breath and the friction made her gasp, and he smiled as her hips bucked. She was ready for the next level.
He was very aroused by her. His erection was becoming painful, being trapped in the tight pants that he wore. However, he would not let his pleasure come before he let her know how good, just how good, a lover Lucius Malfoy was.
He slipped one hand down toward her crotch, while his other hand paid attention to her breast. He kept in eye contact with her. Always. Her eyes were full of lust, and when his hand met the warm, slightly moist skin of her crotch, she moaned lightly, and her eyes begged him to take her. But, he would make her wait. Oh, yes, he would.
His fingers slipped in between the lips, and found her hot button. He wanted to play with her; he pressed down lightly. Her legs twitched, and she let a gasp loose. He knew that she would enjoy what he had to give her. He slowly pressed again, while moving his fingers in a forward-backward motion. She groaned with pleasure, and her hand reached out to his groin, ripping the fabric when she got there. As his erection grew into full view, her lustful eyes looked at it, and widened. Taking him into her hands, she began to run one hand up and down the shaft, while her other hand massaged the base. The friction began to take it's toll on Lucius, and he moved his fingers faster inside her. She was bucking against him, eager for his fingers to slip off of her button and into her hole. He whispered huskily, "Be patient love."
"God, fuck me, Lucius!" she replied, as an orgasm rocked her. She was pulling on his penis, rubbing faster and faster, making him want her so much. He couldn't take the heat anymore. He positioned himself over her, pulling his wet fingers from her crotch. His pulsing penis was aching for the tight opening, and he placed the head against her. She felt the hot point, and shoved her hips wildly against him. She was now in control, even though she was under him. She was pushing and pulling. She rolled him, so that she was on top, and she began to pump. Slowly at first, then, as the pleasure became intense, she began to rock and ride harder and faster. She kept changing positions, so that each insertion hit a new, raw nerve. She was groaning so loudly, that Lucius was sure everyone in the castle could hear. Of course, he was just as loud.
Faster and faster, the world spinning as each insertion brought them closer to the limit. As one, they both screamed, and the world became black.
Lucius awoke with a start, and realized that his bed was soaked. He looked down, and saw what the mess consisted of. He curled his lip in disgust with himself, and got up to get his wand and clean up the mess. He would, of course, tell no one of this dream.
******
Hermione woke too, at the same instant. She was still in the library, and to her embarrassment her hand was down her pants. She was extremely wet, and her face went hot at the thought of anyone seeing, or hearing, what she had done. She quickly got up and looked around the library. Luckily, it was closed, and no one had realized she was still in there.
She walked swiftly to the Common Room, still not quite believing what she had just dreamed.
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A/N: Okay, so I've never written a sex scene before. Just don't flame me too badly. And yes, I know I didn't put any Draco/Harry in this chapter. You'll just have to wait to see what happens to them. ^_^ Review while you're waiting.