Hey! Sorry for the delay. This is chapter 30 and I hope you like it. I am not sure if I am going to upload before Wednesday so… MERRY CHRISTMAS! or HAPPY HANNUKAH! I appreciate your support above all things. Thanks a lot.
So…well… here it is; chapter 30… enjoy!
Chapter 30: Extreme feelings, extreme reactions.
"The ideas, I must confess, matter to me more than men" Andre Giró once wrote and in Lucius Malfoy's case the idea of killing the man he hated so much and to drink the elixir of his power was a very attractive idea. That was what attracted Lucius Malfoy; the idea of achieving something that had been floating around in his head for years.
But the noises of the night before had taken over his head and he could think of nothing more but of Miss Granger's moans while being pressed against the mahogany wall of his own house. He could do nothing about it, of course and thus breakfast was being eaten in the tensest of atmospheres.
"I heard wonderful sounds last night, did you not, Narcissa, my love?," Lucius asked once they were seated around the table; he at the head of it as the Lord of the Manor he was.
No one there, not even Severus dared say a word for the shadow of Lucius Malfoy's words was uncomfortable enough to judge. Instead of talking, Severus and Hermione stretched their hands to reached one of the many plates on display at the large table. Oddly enough, they both chose fruit for they were not in the mood for the heavy winter dishes that the house-elves had prepared for their master, mistress and guests even though I suspect that Hermione's real reasons were related to SPEW.
While Goglin poured some strawberry tea in Lucius porcelain cup, everyone else in the dinning room- that is except Narcissa herself who was enjoying her black pudding, a common mix of fat and blood that is often served for breakfast in the Magical World- tasted the sweet juices of pre selected items such as oranges, tangerines, watermelons, grapefruits, apples as big as a Quaffle and green grapes which Severus kept imagining feeding Hermione with even if they were in immediate danger.
And mark my words: they were.
They got immediate pleasure out of every bite for each one represented heaven for their palates. Little did Hermione know, however, that Lucius Malfoy was, just then, realizing how that little creature sucking that amazingly big piece of grapefruit with sugar on top could stimulate extreme feelings in pure blood wizards who ignored or rather chose to ignore her heritage. The reason he could comprehend their actions, both his son's and his best friend's, was because she was stimulating him as well. Luckily enough, Narcissa was too focused on her pudding to notice.
His porridge was getting colder and colder and suddenly he remembered how much he used to love marmalade on a woman's breast for breakfast after a long night of passion.
Perhaps- and this is just a random thought- Lucius Malfoy was a romantic after all. To repress our nature is a foolish little game to play indeed because a person's true essence can be depicted in unusual situations such as the one he found himself into.
He rolled his eyes at himself, knowing perfectly well that he could not act on his feelings. He was not in love; make no mistake. But sometimes the love of the flesh for the flesh is even more strong and difficult to resist. Most probably, if given the chance, he would kiss her rosy lips and then wash his teeth with extreme caution, just in case.
"So, Hermione, fancy some scones?," Lucius casually asked shaking his head as if trying hard to erase any thoughts regarding Miss Granger from his head. He, then, made a quick movement with his left hand which indicated Goglin what he wanted him to do. And so Goglin ran from one end of the table to the other- where Hermione was seated- and knelling beside her he offered her some home made scones with a last formal bow.
She wanted to stand and shout a thousand insults to the man in front of her. But instead, she smiled politely and took a scone from the basket Goglin was holding above his head. And with that, the elf returned to his Master's side where he awaited further orders.
"Did you sleep well?," he inquired looking straight into her eyes while evilly playing with his fingers.
"I certainly did," was all she answered while taking a bite out of her scone; the filthy scone of slavery but a scone which could save lives, her own even.
"And what about you, my friend?," Lucius asked, his time turning his head right to face Severus.
"I slept wonderfully, but I thank you for asking about it all the same," Severus shortly answered trying to avoid any kind of conversation regarding the night before. It could certainly help their plan due to the fact that Hermione's moans and little sighs proved that the marriage was not fake but they both felt that what had happened the evening before was something rather personal and thus not a topic of conversation to openly discuss with Lucius Malfoy or his wife for that matter.
"Does old Dumbledore approve of such noises in his castle?," Lucius once again enquired to anyone who could give an answer.
"I am afraid I do not understand what you are talking about, Lucius. Why don't you speak clearly?," Severus asked crossing his fork and knife in a cross over his plate.
"Touchy," Lucius whispered, then added in a higher tone, "I was just wondering if Dumbledore allowed such displays of affection in his school considering that students can hear many of the noises Narcissa and I heard last night," he finished with a hypocritical grin on his face; his light blue eyes filled with a kind of rage he had never had towards Severus Snape. He was jealous.
"Your son should know," Severus said standing up from the red velvet chairs, "I think that these superficial subjects of conversation are of no help to our plan. Can we leave the ladies eating while we continue enjoying our tea at your personal chambers?," Severus suggested while grabbing the cup with his right hand and walking slowly to where Hermione was to kiss her forehead. He was marking his territory.
"Of course," Lucius said almost in a whisper trying not to look on Hermione Granger's direction. He wanted to avoid watching the kiss. Somehow he found no sick pleasure out of it, something strange for a Death Eater like he, "Are you ready?," he asked after a few seconds.
"As I will ever be," he muttered for no one but Hermione to hear who smiled slightly in order not to arise suspicious of any kind.
And with that the two men left the dinning room where their two wives were left eating their breakfast in the most utter of silences while their husbands discussed the way in which their life task's could be achieved; extreme feelings towards Hermione Granger aside, of course.