Over and Over
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. I wish I owned Lucius. I would keep him chained up in the basement.
Summary: Completed Hermione discovers a new side of Lucius Malfoy, but can he find that side of himself before it's too late?
I did a 'clean-up' on Sept. 5, 2005, hopefully all errors were fixed!
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Hermione gasped. Lucius Malfoy was kissing her! And it felt good! 'What if this is a trap?' Hermione asked herself. Before she could answer though, she felt his tongue brush against her lips, and she opened her mouth to him, forgetting what was right and wrong.
She tasted incredible. Lucius drank her sweet nectar, memorizing the taste of her kisses. He finally pulled away from her slightly, and looked back into her eyes.
"I'm sorry." he whispered, his lips inches from hers.
"Don't be." she whispered back, surprising herself, and surprising him more.
Lucius leaned in once again and kissed her, moving his hand from her hair, back down her side to rest at her waist. His other hand ran slowly up her bare leg, resting on her thigh just below were the skirt stopped. Hermione whimpered as he caressed her skin, causing him to kiss her harder.
Lucius was pressed completely up against her, and Hermione could feel his arousal pushing against her leg. She had lost control of all rational thinking, and wanted him desperately. This wasn't the Lucius she had always known and feared, this was a different Lucius, one that she was attracted to. She gently moved her hand between them, and laid her fingers on the bulge in his pants. Lucius let out a giant groan in her mouth as she began to rub him.
He broke the kiss once again. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were glazed over with a look of desire. "Don't do that love." he whispered. "I don't think I will be able to stop."
Hermione bit her lip before looking back up at him. She had never acted like this before, and didn't know why she was now. "I don't want you to stop." she whispered, squeezing his bulge for confirmation.
Lucius growled as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her quickly back to his chambers, locking the door behind them. He carried her into this bedroom before laying her down gently on the bed. He gently lowered himself over her, studding her face again.
'She's a mud…' Lucius tried to remind himself, before realizing he couldn't even call her that in his mind anymore. She wasn't anything more or less then Hermione.
"Are you sure…?" he asked her softly, remembering the way she had feared him just moments before.
Instead of answering him, Hermione reached her head up and met his lips with another scorching kiss. She ran her tongue over his teeth, before nibbling on his lower lip. She wasn't sure why she was in his room, in his bed, but she didn't want to leave.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what Harry and Ron would think. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if she was under some kind of spell or curse, but then Lucius kissed her ear, and she forgot all of those things, getting carried away in the passion he ignited in her that no one had tried to before.
She pushed him off of her, so that he had to stand up at the end of the bed. She sat up quickly. Hermione slid her hands under his robe, slipping it off his shoulders and allowing it to fall onto the floor. His shirt was easy; she tugged it loose from his trousers and pulled it over his head. She felt so wanton doing this, but it felt good.
His chest was built to perfection. Clothed, Lucius gave the appearance of bulk and strength, but naked, he proved to be a mass of large, smooth muscles beneath light skin, and lighter, curling hair that stretched from shoulder to shoulder and down his flat stomach. She'd never seen anything to amazing, and she gently touched him in curious amazement, stroking her hand first down his arms, then down his sides. "You're beautiful," she finally whispered.
"Men aren't beautiful." he said softly.
"You are." she said.
Lucius seized her wrists. His desire was becoming over whelming, and he wasn't use to taking things so slow. "Hermione…" he started.
She shushed him up quickly with a soft kiss on his lips as she freed her hands, sliding them up his arms. She brushed her hand over the dark mark, ignoring it. She leaned her head against his shoulders, taking in his scent as she explored him freely. She found his nipples and circled them with her fingertips, not realizing she was filling Lucius with a desire he had never felt before.
Lucius moaned softly as she once more slid her palm over the bulge in his trousers. It had grown since she had first touched it, she was sure. She swallowed and fumbled a little as she unbuttoned him.
He took her shoulders as she did. "I promise you…" he started to say.
"Shhhh..." she said. She didn't want to hear promises of things that would remind her of who she was with.
She slid off the bed and kneeled down to finish removing his trousers. She looked up and noticed his nudity. He was so close, and so big. Gorgeous, but big. She viewed his whole figure. The hair on his chest extended over his furrowed abdomen to join the quantity of light hair at the junction of his legs. In amazement, she looked up at his face.
He started down at her, his gray eyes intense. "Well, Hermione? What do you think?" he asked.
"I think I want to touch you." she said, enjoying the shock that crossed his face. She reached out and touched him softly, her hand stroking him once. She heard him hiss. She gently wrapped her hand around the shaft. His breath rasped above her. He touched her hair gently. She leaned in and softly kissed his member, and ran her tongue up its length.
Suddenly, Lucius couldn't control himself any longer. Pulling her to her feet, he began to unbutton her shirt.
"Lucius?" Hermione squeaked a little. He didn't seem to have heard her. He concentrated on disrobing her. Her clothes quickly dropped to the floor, forming a pile at her feet. Wrapping his arms around her, he gently laid her back down on the bed, quickly laying above her.
Opening her legs with the thrust of his knee, he placed himself between them, his hips pressing her hip, his chest against hers. She was pushing against him, anxious to feel him.
He grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his shoulders., sliding his hand beneath her neck, he lifter her face for a brief kiss.
His other hand disappeared. He touched her gently, his thumb grazed her lightly, but with such a passion that she cried out softly. She was wet and ready for him, he could feel it.
Lucius gently adjusted his position a little, and found her entrance, sliding softly into her.
Oh god, he was in her. It burned, and hurt, and she struggled a little. He paused, but didn't remove himself. His blonde hair was falling over his forehead and down his shoulders, tickling her skin. His face had a expression of confusion and surprise. "Hermione…" he started to say, but she kissed him to silence him.
She felt him began to thrust in and out, as his tongue mimicked the motion in her mouth. Her legs lifted to wrap around him, feeling him deeper. Her hips rocked with his motion, and she moaned against his mouth.
He adjusted his weight, leaning his chest against hers, forcing her down further on the bed. Lucius was amazed at this woman. He whispered in her ear. "Love, let me see you and hear you." he picked up his pace as he spoke to her.
"Yes.." Hermione could barely gasp.
"Do you feel how each inch glides in.." he continue, his voice rough and raw.
"Yes." she whispered.
"You are so warm inside, so tight." He drew the words out, making each one a counterpoint to the advance on her body, making her more aware of the motion, the heat, the pure sexuality of their union.
She tightened her muscles on him, and her climax struck at that moment, rushing over her and causing her to scream out.
Her release trigged his own, and Lucius bit his lip to keep from crying out how he felt. He didn't want to admit it right now. He couldn't admit it right now.
He rolled off of her, and laid down, gathering her to him, her head resting against him. Lucius laid awake for a long time, listening to her breathing, and trying to make sense out of the last two hours. His whole world was upside down now. He felt his arm began to burn, and slipped out of bed gently, preparing to go to Voldemort.
Hermione pretended she was still asleep, but she felt the heat in his arm, and knew where he was going. She waited until he left, before sitting up and letting her tears fall. How could she have been so stupid? Of course he was still evil Lucius. Death Eater Lucius. Why did she do this?
She had thought she had seen a different Lucius, but he was as anxious as ever to see Voldemort, and take part in the evil that surrounded him.
Hermione slipped her clothes on, and left his chambers, regret seeping out of every pore on her body. How could she have thought that he would change? She was just a game to him. A 'mud blood' whore. Someone to play with.
The tears ran down her cheeks as she quietly entered the restroom in her tower and washed off the remains of the evening until her skin burned.
She had thought she had fallen in love with a death eater, and she had learned her lesson right away. He would always be a death eater.