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Ok, here is the third chapter. Sorry it took so long, had a bit trouble with some thing. I would like to give a huge thank you to those who offered to be my beta for this story and now I have one. I've also got a few remarks that the story is eventless, but I assure you all there will be happening a lot further in the story. But if you think the story is bad and eventless, don't read it, read something you like instead. And now before the story continues I would like to say Thank you! To everybody who has reviewed my story. Ok enough with the 'thank you' and on to the story, hope you like it. //LadyEvergreen
Chapter 3
Hermione led Ginny out of the castle and didn't stop until they came to a secluded little rose garden. Even though it was winter the bushes were filled with beautiful ,blood red roses, glowing in contrast to the thin layer of snow on the ground.
Before Ginny had the chance to ask her friend what was wrong, Hermione threw her arms up in frustration.
"What am I going to do? How could I be so stupid? He has a wife and I actually agreed to...," she said frantically.
"Calm down 'Mione! Now take one thing at the time. What did you do? Why are you so stupid? And what did you agree to?"
"I kissed Lucius Malfoy, a death eater, twice and I agreed to meet him in the entrance hall seven o'clock tonight." She sighed and sunk down on a stone bench.
To Hermione's surprise Ginny burst out laughing. Shaking her head she sat down on the bench next to Hermione.
"You have really gotten yourself into quite a mess my friend, but who knows, it might be worth it."
"Worth it? What do you mean?"
"I'm sure you will see tonight. Now come on, it's freezing out here and it looks like it's about to snow again." With this she got up from the bench and started walking back.
"But Ginny wait! So, you think I should go?" Hermione called and ran after her friend, as small glittering snowflakes began to fall.
"Yes, I do. Now come on before I'll freeze to death."
*30 minutes later*
Hermione walked back and forth in her room. It was 15 minutes until she was going to meet Lucius and—wait, since when did she call him Lucius? Shaking her head she crossed the room once again and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Her hair looked like she had recently got out of bed and her eyes were half closed and looked like she was hardly awake. Taking a quick turn she headed to her private bathroom. This was one of the advantages, along with having her own room; she got for being Head Girl. She smiled at the memory of how happy she had become when she found out that she was to be head girl.
Turning the attention to her reflection Hermione groaned. What was there to do about this? Deciding that it was hopeless to make her hair look decent, she pulled it up and tied it loosely with a black, velvet ribbon and let a few strands of hair fall down the sides of her face. 'Black velvet ribbon. Like Lucius.' 'Oh no, girl don't even go there. He is not to touch!' Scowling at the voices in her head she applied a bit of makeup to fix her eyes and gave her reflection one last glance.
"I think I'm developing a double personality. This Malfoy thing is definetly NOT good for me." she muttered and closed the bathroom door.
Deciding to wear only a white shirt and a black skirt, she headed towards the entrance hall. The closer Hermione got to where she was to meet Malfoy; the harder it got to keep a straight face and not look like she was about to have a mental breakdown .
But when she came down the stairs there was no one there, only a single white rose floating in the air with a piece of parchment attached to it.
Hermione took the rose and smelled it carefully. It was not just the usual sweet scent of a rose; it seemed to hold all the secret scents of every corner of the dark night. Smiling she read the attached note which was written with a florid, yet masculine, style.
Good evening, Miss Granger,
How nice of you to come. Unfortunately, I could not be here when you arrived, but please join me in room 21. If you do not know the way, the rose shall help you"
Lucius Malfoy.
Confused Hermione looked at the letter. Room 21, she had no idea the rooms at Hogwarts had numbers; 'Hogwarts a history' never said anything about that. Suddenly the rose started glowing. She let it go and it started to float up along the staircase. Following the pale, pearl white glow she was soon on her way, up a creaky staircase, to one of the towers of Hogwarts. At the top of the stairs the white rose stopped glowing and attached itself in Hermione's hair. The wooden door in front of her was made of darkest ebony and on it was what looked like a family crest. An M encircled with roses and a small raven in the corner. Below the crest, the number '21' was written in silver.
'I wonder what kind of room this is' She thought, tracing the marks on the door with her index finger. Just as she touched the raven, it let out a small sound and moved it's wings and the whole crest started glowing in pale silver. With a soft click the door unlocked and opened. Hermione carefully took a step into a circular room. It was not very big and didn't hold very much furniture. The only pieces of furniture were an ebony bookshelf, a deep red day bed and a large grand piano turned to face one of the windows, which overlooked the lake.
Pale, soft moonlight was the only thing that lit up the room apart from a silver chandelier. The gleam of the moon fell on the person playing a familiar tune on the grand. His silver blond hair was falling gracefully over his shoulders and gleamed in the moonlight
"The Moonlight Sonata," she said mostly to herself, not able to take her eyes off the man by the grand.
"Yes, suitable, isn't it?" Lucius said without looking up.
"Indeed, it is" Hermione answered while walking up behind him. The soft glow of the moonlight made him look almost surreal and she felt a shivering, yet hot feeling run through her body.
For some reason all the nervousness was gone and the schoolgirl was now replaced with a more mature and defiantly more daring Hermione Granger. He seemed to have that kind of effect on her.
"Mr. Malfoy, you never told me why you wanted to see me."
"Don't you think that is rather obvious, Ms Granger? I got the impression that you wouldn't mind seeing me again. Or am I wrong?" He said and she could almost hear him smirk at his own words.
Letting the last tone fall Lucius stood up, towering over Hermione. Slowly he started circling around her, drinking in every curve of her body with hungry eyes. Hermione watched every move he made, not letting her guard fall. She was determine that he wouldn't have his way with her. Well, at least not before she had gotten the answers she wanted, and she knew she had to ask him before she lost control of the situation.
'Wait; hold it, what was that? Was she going to let him have his way with her at all? Sure he was a very handsome man, but he was a death eater and far to old for her. Well, he was not that old.' Hermione mentally kicked herself. When were the annoying voices in her head going to stop popping up out of nowhere?
Following him with her eyes she opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it.
"As for your questions about my marriage, I did have a wife and still have on paper but she has been living in France for quite a time now and I highly doubt that she will come back other than to sign a divorce." he stated calmly.
"But I thought wizard marriages was everlasting, something about the eternal bonds of hearts, and that divorces only existed in the muggle world."
"Ah, but you see Ms Granger, there are two types of wizard marriages; The eternal bond which you speak of, mostly used in cases of true unquestionable love and then there is the most common type which allows you to take out divorce if you wish to, which by the way is about the only thing except music muggles succeeded in."
"But don't you love your wife Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione asked, curious about what kind of relationship a man like Lucius Malfoy would have to his wife.
"Well, never truly. I did become quite fond of her company over the years, but we grew apart as expected from an arranged marriage."
"Arranged?"
"Yes. Arranged. But I do not believe that my marriage is so interesting that we have to discuss it all night. I think I can imagine a few things I rather do." He said silkily, moving closer with panther-like movements.
"I am sure you can, but I like to know what I am dealing with. Wouldn't want to have a mad Mrs. Malfoy after me, accusing me of stealing her husband," Hermione said dryly and took a step back.
Chuckling slightly he followed her, but she backed. As she backed once again he took a few more steps and this continued until she hit something hard with her legs.
"No need to run Granger, you will give in to me eventually, and you know it," he purred in a low seductive voice and gave her a push so she was fully trapped between him and the grand, feeling his fast heartbeats against her chest.
"Really, do you think so?" Hermione snorted playfully, raising an eyebrow, running her fingers across his smooth cheek and through his blond hair.
"No, I don't think so Miss Granger. I know so." And with this he swept her up in his arms, placing her on the grand. Her feet touching the keys and making small sounds that echoed trough the room.
"Someone needs to teach you, Lucius Malfoy, that you don't know everything," she whimpered as he placed small kisses along her jaw line, continuing down her neck with the lightness of butterfly wings.
Feeling him smile against the soft skin in the crook of her neck, she felt hot jolts running through every inch of her body, making her cheeks flush in a slight shade of pink.
"Then perhaps you can teach me a lesson someday," he murmured quietly before catching her lips with his own.
His embrace was strong, possessive, as if he was determined to not let her get away and Hermione wasn't to try either. Once again she felt her body melt into him and she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, losing herself in the moment. This kiss was not as soft and careful as the others, this one was rough, passionate and possessive and there was no doubt where this was going to lead.
For a moment she came to her senses and understood what was to happen and broke away from him.
"Stop this, we can not." She breathed, her breath hitching in her chest as Lucius lightly nipped her earlobe.
"You do not sound convincing, my Lady." he whispered, tracing kisses along her ear and then capturing her earlobe in his mouth again, sucking it lightly.
It was useless; she didn't have either the strength or the will for that matter, to stop him. Moaning softly she laid back, giving him full access to her body. As Lucius slowly unbuttoned her shirt, he looked down on the young woman in front of him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyelids half closed in passion, she was a truly beautiful arousing sight, with her tussled hair partly hiding her face and the pale skin glowing in the light of the chandelier.
Suddenly looked up and stared him straight in the eyes, hers gleaming like the stars on the night sky. Her eyes were no longer the innocent ones of an innocent young girl. They were now darker and shone with passion and desire, showing exactly what she wanted. Without taking his eyes away from hers, he pulled her up into a sitting position and pushed the white shirt of her shoulders.
"Do you want this?" he whispered, looking her straight into her eyes.
"As if I would be able to stop you if I didn't," she snorted. "But I do know what I want and believe me; I would be highly disappointed if we didn't continue"
"You do have a point there, Hermione," he chuckled, nuzzling her hair.
Her heart swelled at the sound of her name coming from his mouth, touching her ears like velvet.
"I always have a point, Lucius dear," she said with a smile, bending her head down and kissed the skin of his neck, earning a moan from deep inside his throat.
"Indeed." He smirked and gave her a slight push so she was lying on top of the grand. (A/N: Think "pretty woman" scenario here)Trailing feather light kisses on her belly Lucius found himself amazed that the girl actually gave in to him so easy. He had expected her to put up somewhat of a fight, at least until she realized it was useless to try. But no, here she was, lying in front of him, happy to go along with whatever he suggested. Pushing all current thoughts away, he concentrated fully on pleasing the beautiful being beneath him.
"You know Lucius, you are far to overdressed," she muttered as he unbuttoned her skirt, pulling it off her hips.
"Again you have a point, my dear," Lucius said with a small laugh and took a step back to take in the sight of her lying on the grand only wearing underwear. It still surprised him that he had even looked at her in the first place. She was nothing but a muggleborn, 18-year old witch, but still she enthralled him in a way he couldn't explain.
Deciding that she had been deserted on the grand for far too long, Hermione got up, hopped off it and walked over to Lucius. The thick, heavy, black robes he normally wore were lying on the day bed and he was clothed in a black, silk shirt, deep blue, wool vest and black, wool pants. After unbuttoning and throwing the vest aside, she quickly started on the shirt until Lucius stopped her hands.
"A bit impatient, are we?" He chuckled, again attacking her neck with his mouth, nibbling softly with his teeth, creating goose bumps on her skin.
"Yes, I've never been a very patient girl," she muttered and with a final tug she managed to get his shirt of and threw it aside on the floor.
"Indeed, that is very interesting Hermione, but I think I'll have to teach you patience someday." He chuckled, but they sound was soon replaced by a moan deep in his throat when Hermione kissed her way down his neck and muscular chest.
"We need a more comfortable place for this than the floor," he whispered, voice dark and raspy with desire.
Looking around the room for something to transform into a bed Hermione's eyes fell on the daybed by one of the windows. Taking up her wand, which was laying on the floor with her clothes, she transformed the daybed to a huge soft bed with black. silk sheets.
"Excellent choice, my dear," he chuckled, lifting her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
*****
Hours later she lay in his arms, looking through the window at the moon and the stars outside.
"Is anything bothering you my pet?" He whispered, his fingers playing with a lock of her hair.
"No Lucius, not at all. Everything is perfect. I was just wondering..."
"Wondering what?" he asked as she turned to face him.
"Why you did this? Why you even bothered to talk to me that evening in the library?"
"Do you regret coming here tonight Hermione?" Lucius asked lifting up her chin so she looked him straight in the eyes.
"No I don't, never. But why did you even asked me to come here? Last thing I knew you loathed me as much as your son does," she snorted.
"I've never loathed you Hermione. I just thought that you were below me. And besides, you are an intriguing young woman. You interest me, Hermione."
"I'm glad to hear that, but as you said I am below you. I'm a muggleborn you know," she snorted.
"I'm perfectly aware of our difference in the social matter, but I have been watching you as long as I've been in this castle and as for intellect there are few who reach your level and that please me."
"Really, I got the idea that the reason why you brought me here wasn't my intellect," she teased and giggled as he pulled her in to his arms, rolling her around so she was on top of him.
"You are indeed a very intelligent young woman Hermione, but let us not talk now. There are far more pleasing thing we could do," he smirked, his lips meeting hers.
Fire was burning inside Hermione's body; she had never felt like this before. One touch from him was enough to fill her with desire and drive her crazy. His kisses were like fire on her pale skin and she responded to his body in a way she never even dreamed would be possible. Just a few hours ago, he had made her see stars in dark swirls of passion numerous of times. Sighing in bliss she gave in to him and all current thoughts left her and nothing was more important than the moment when their bodies joined.
The sun was streaming through the window waking Hermione up. Cuddling closer to the warmth of the man beside her something hit her. 'The sun is up, it must be morning!' She was suddenly very awake and quickly climbing out of bed and collecting her clothes. "Leaving me so soon my dear?" a sleepy voice was heard saying from the bed.
"I have to. I've already missed half the transfiguration class" she said. Quickly she putt on her clothes, transformed a blanket to look like one of her school robes.
"If you just tell Professor McGonagall where you were I am sure she will be prepared to forgive you for missing her class," he smirked from where he sat in the huge bed, propped up on pillows
"I highly doubt she will," Hermione muttered placing a chaste kiss on Lucius lips before rushing out of the room.
Watching the door slam closed, he chuckled to himself.
"Oh my dear, you never know. You never know."
******
Hermione ran down the stairs and through the corridors towards the transfiguration classroom.
"Accio transfiguration books," she muttered as caught the books in the air while rounding a corner. But what she didn't catch was a look of Professor Snape who was coming around the corner in the same time. And with a loud thud she ran straight into him.
"Oh, I'm sorry professor. I'm late for class and I..."
"Save the excuses Ms Granger and go to class," he snarled and left her, continuing his walk.
'He must be ill! He didn't take any house points for running straight into him.' Hermione thought surprised but relieved.
As Severus walked down the corridor he thought about Ms Granger. 'Poor girl probably thought I was ill. But I have no desire to know more about what she has done this morning.' he thought with a slight grimace.
Hermione reached the classroom and knocked on the door
"Enter." McGonagall's stern voice came from inside.
Trying not to be noticed she slipped to her seat beside Harry and Ron.
"Miss Granger, how nice of you to join us this morning. Did you oversleep?" the professor asked sternly.
"Uh.. Yes, I did. I'm sorry professor," she said quietly opening her books.
"Well, don't let it happen again, and 5 points from Gryffindor for being late."
The rest of the class was rather eventless and they were soon heading back to the common room to get their books for the next class- potions. In the common room they were greeted by Ginny who was doing her homework.
"Uh, 'Mione, why do you have frays at the bottom of your robe?" she asked, taking a closer at Hermione's robe.
Quickly looking at her robes Hermione realized her mistake. She had not been doing the spell fully and the frays were, as Ginny said, left on her robe.
"I.. Ginny can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Yes, of course. Boys, why don't you meet 'Mione in the dungeons?" Ginny winked to Harry and her brother.
"Ok, see you girls." They said and left the room without further questions.
"So 'Mione, where were you last night. I couldn't find you?" Ginny said trying to hide the amusement in her voice.
"I went to see Lucius as you told me and he wasn't there but he had left me a rose with a note, and the rose lead me to a room in one of the towers where he was waiting." Hermione explained, speaking very quickly and very quietly.
"But why didn't you come back later? Oh..." Realization suddenly dawned on Ginny's face. "No you didn't do that Hermione. You didn't sleep with him, did you?"
"Well...uh.. I..."
"You slept with him! You actually slept with Lucius Malfoy!" Ginny shrieked.
"Sschh , someone may hear you! And to answer your question is yes, I did." Hermione said, feeling a goofy smile spreading on her face.
"So it was that good? Come on. I wanna hear details. Maybe he can teach his son some things!"
Hermione smiled at Ginny's eager questions. It was no secret that she had been in love with Draco for over a year and was now out to get what she wanted. She was quite sure Draco wouldn't turn Ginny down; he had been giving her rather appreciative looks lately. Yes, this time of year was defiantly going the way people wanted it to.
"I'll tell you some later, but not everything, I don't think you want to hear every detail. But I have to go to class now." Hermione said in an innocent tone. Ginny didn't say anything; she just gave her friend an amused look and returned to her work.
With a smile playing on her lips Hermione left for the dungeons. Yes, this day had begun very nice indeed and hopefully it would stay good even though next class were potions.
But what she didn't know was that potions class would be more eventful than expected.
End of chapter 3.
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Ok, here is the third chapter. Sorry it took so long, had a bit trouble with some thing. I would like to give a huge thank you to those who offered to be my beta for this story and now I have one. I've also got a few remarks that the story is eventless, but I assure you all there will be happening a lot further in the story. But if you think the story is bad and eventless, don't read it, read something you like instead. And now before the story continues I would like to say Thank you! To everybody who has reviewed my story. Ok enough with the 'thank you' and on to the story, hope you like it. //LadyEvergreen
Chapter 3
Hermione led Ginny out of the castle and didn't stop until they came to a secluded little rose garden. Even though it was winter the bushes were filled with beautiful ,blood red roses, glowing in contrast to the thin layer of snow on the ground.
Before Ginny had the chance to ask her friend what was wrong, Hermione threw her arms up in frustration.
"What am I going to do? How could I be so stupid? He has a wife and I actually agreed to...," she said frantically.
"Calm down 'Mione! Now take one thing at the time. What did you do? Why are you so stupid? And what did you agree to?"
"I kissed Lucius Malfoy, a death eater, twice and I agreed to meet him in the entrance hall seven o'clock tonight." She sighed and sunk down on a stone bench.
To Hermione's surprise Ginny burst out laughing. Shaking her head she sat down on the bench next to Hermione.
"You have really gotten yourself into quite a mess my friend, but who knows, it might be worth it."
"Worth it? What do you mean?"
"I'm sure you will see tonight. Now come on, it's freezing out here and it looks like it's about to snow again." With this she got up from the bench and started walking back.
"But Ginny wait! So, you think I should go?" Hermione called and ran after her friend, as small glittering snowflakes began to fall.
"Yes, I do. Now come on before I'll freeze to death."
*30 minutes later*
Hermione walked back and forth in her room. It was 15 minutes until she was going to meet Lucius and—wait, since when did she call him Lucius? Shaking her head she crossed the room once again and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Her hair looked like she had recently got out of bed and her eyes were half closed and looked like she was hardly awake. Taking a quick turn she headed to her private bathroom. This was one of the advantages, along with having her own room; she got for being Head Girl. She smiled at the memory of how happy she had become when she found out that she was to be head girl.
Turning the attention to her reflection Hermione groaned. What was there to do about this? Deciding that it was hopeless to make her hair look decent, she pulled it up and tied it loosely with a black, velvet ribbon and let a few strands of hair fall down the sides of her face. 'Black velvet ribbon. Like Lucius.' 'Oh no, girl don't even go there. He is not to touch!' Scowling at the voices in her head she applied a bit of makeup to fix her eyes and gave her reflection one last glance.
"I think I'm developing a double personality. This Malfoy thing is definetly NOT good for me." she muttered and closed the bathroom door.
Deciding to wear only a white shirt and a black skirt, she headed towards the entrance hall. The closer Hermione got to where she was to meet Malfoy; the harder it got to keep a straight face and not look like she was about to have a mental breakdown .
But when she came down the stairs there was no one there, only a single white rose floating in the air with a piece of parchment attached to it.
Hermione took the rose and smelled it carefully. It was not just the usual sweet scent of a rose; it seemed to hold all the secret scents of every corner of the dark night. Smiling she read the attached note which was written with a florid, yet masculine, style.
Good evening, Miss Granger,
How nice of you to come. Unfortunately, I could not be here when you arrived, but please join me in room 21. If you do not know the way, the rose shall help you"
Lucius Malfoy.
Confused Hermione looked at the letter. Room 21, she had no idea the rooms at Hogwarts had numbers; 'Hogwarts a history' never said anything about that. Suddenly the rose started glowing. She let it go and it started to float up along the staircase. Following the pale, pearl white glow she was soon on her way, up a creaky staircase, to one of the towers of Hogwarts. At the top of the stairs the white rose stopped glowing and attached itself in Hermione's hair. The wooden door in front of her was made of darkest ebony and on it was what looked like a family crest. An M encircled with roses and a small raven in the corner. Below the crest, the number '21' was written in silver.
'I wonder what kind of room this is' She thought, tracing the marks on the door with her index finger. Just as she touched the raven, it let out a small sound and moved it's wings and the whole crest started glowing in pale silver. With a soft click the door unlocked and opened. Hermione carefully took a step into a circular room. It was not very big and didn't hold very much furniture. The only pieces of furniture were an ebony bookshelf, a deep red day bed and a large grand piano turned to face one of the windows, which overlooked the lake.
Pale, soft moonlight was the only thing that lit up the room apart from a silver chandelier. The gleam of the moon fell on the person playing a familiar tune on the grand. His silver blond hair was falling gracefully over his shoulders and gleamed in the moonlight
"The Moonlight Sonata," she said mostly to herself, not able to take her eyes off the man by the grand.
"Yes, suitable, isn't it?" Lucius said without looking up.
"Indeed, it is" Hermione answered while walking up behind him. The soft glow of the moonlight made him look almost surreal and she felt a shivering, yet hot feeling run through her body.
For some reason all the nervousness was gone and the schoolgirl was now replaced with a more mature and defiantly more daring Hermione Granger. He seemed to have that kind of effect on her.
"Mr. Malfoy, you never told me why you wanted to see me."
"Don't you think that is rather obvious, Ms Granger? I got the impression that you wouldn't mind seeing me again. Or am I wrong?" He said and she could almost hear him smirk at his own words.
Letting the last tone fall Lucius stood up, towering over Hermione. Slowly he started circling around her, drinking in every curve of her body with hungry eyes. Hermione watched every move he made, not letting her guard fall. She was determine that he wouldn't have his way with her. Well, at least not before she had gotten the answers she wanted, and she knew she had to ask him before she lost control of the situation.
'Wait; hold it, what was that? Was she going to let him have his way with her at all? Sure he was a very handsome man, but he was a death eater and far to old for her. Well, he was not that old.' Hermione mentally kicked herself. When were the annoying voices in her head going to stop popping up out of nowhere?
Following him with her eyes she opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it.
"As for your questions about my marriage, I did have a wife and still have on paper but she has been living in France for quite a time now and I highly doubt that she will come back other than to sign a divorce." he stated calmly.
"But I thought wizard marriages was everlasting, something about the eternal bonds of hearts, and that divorces only existed in the muggle world."
"Ah, but you see Ms Granger, there are two types of wizard marriages; The eternal bond which you speak of, mostly used in cases of true unquestionable love and then there is the most common type which allows you to take out divorce if you wish to, which by the way is about the only thing except music muggles succeeded in."
"But don't you love your wife Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione asked, curious about what kind of relationship a man like Lucius Malfoy would have to his wife.
"Well, never truly. I did become quite fond of her company over the years, but we grew apart as expected from an arranged marriage."
"Arranged?"
"Yes. Arranged. But I do not believe that my marriage is so interesting that we have to discuss it all night. I think I can imagine a few things I rather do." He said silkily, moving closer with panther-like movements.
"I am sure you can, but I like to know what I am dealing with. Wouldn't want to have a mad Mrs. Malfoy after me, accusing me of stealing her husband," Hermione said dryly and took a step back.
Chuckling slightly he followed her, but she backed. As she backed once again he took a few more steps and this continued until she hit something hard with her legs.
"No need to run Granger, you will give in to me eventually, and you know it," he purred in a low seductive voice and gave her a push so she was fully trapped between him and the grand, feeling his fast heartbeats against her chest.
"Really, do you think so?" Hermione snorted playfully, raising an eyebrow, running her fingers across his smooth cheek and through his blond hair.
"No, I don't think so Miss Granger. I know so." And with this he swept her up in his arms, placing her on the grand. Her feet touching the keys and making small sounds that echoed trough the room.
"Someone needs to teach you, Lucius Malfoy, that you don't know everything," she whimpered as he placed small kisses along her jaw line, continuing down her neck with the lightness of butterfly wings.
Feeling him smile against the soft skin in the crook of her neck, she felt hot jolts running through every inch of her body, making her cheeks flush in a slight shade of pink.
"Then perhaps you can teach me a lesson someday," he murmured quietly before catching her lips with his own.
His embrace was strong, possessive, as if he was determined to not let her get away and Hermione wasn't to try either. Once again she felt her body melt into him and she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, losing herself in the moment. This kiss was not as soft and careful as the others, this one was rough, passionate and possessive and there was no doubt where this was going to lead.
For a moment she came to her senses and understood what was to happen and broke away from him.
"Stop this, we can not." She breathed, her breath hitching in her chest as Lucius lightly nipped her earlobe.
"You do not sound convincing, my Lady." he whispered, tracing kisses along her ear and then capturing her earlobe in his mouth again, sucking it lightly.
It was useless; she didn't have either the strength or the will for that matter, to stop him. Moaning softly she laid back, giving him full access to her body. As Lucius slowly unbuttoned her shirt, he looked down on the young woman in front of him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyelids half closed in passion, she was a truly beautiful arousing sight, with her tussled hair partly hiding her face and the pale skin glowing in the light of the chandelier.
Suddenly looked up and stared him straight in the eyes, hers gleaming like the stars on the night sky. Her eyes were no longer the innocent ones of an innocent young girl. They were now darker and shone with passion and desire, showing exactly what she wanted. Without taking his eyes away from hers, he pulled her up into a sitting position and pushed the white shirt of her shoulders.
"Do you want this?" he whispered, looking her straight into her eyes.
"As if I would be able to stop you if I didn't," she snorted. "But I do know what I want and believe me; I would be highly disappointed if we didn't continue"
"You do have a point there, Hermione," he chuckled, nuzzling her hair.
Her heart swelled at the sound of her name coming from his mouth, touching her ears like velvet.
"I always have a point, Lucius dear," she said with a smile, bending her head down and kissed the skin of his neck, earning a moan from deep inside his throat.
"Indeed." He smirked and gave her a slight push so she was lying on top of the grand. (A/N: Think "pretty woman" scenario here)Trailing feather light kisses on her belly Lucius found himself amazed that the girl actually gave in to him so easy. He had expected her to put up somewhat of a fight, at least until she realized it was useless to try. But no, here she was, lying in front of him, happy to go along with whatever he suggested. Pushing all current thoughts away, he concentrated fully on pleasing the beautiful being beneath him.
"You know Lucius, you are far to overdressed," she muttered as he unbuttoned her skirt, pulling it off her hips.
"Again you have a point, my dear," Lucius said with a small laugh and took a step back to take in the sight of her lying on the grand only wearing underwear. It still surprised him that he had even looked at her in the first place. She was nothing but a muggleborn, 18-year old witch, but still she enthralled him in a way he couldn't explain.
Deciding that she had been deserted on the grand for far too long, Hermione got up, hopped off it and walked over to Lucius. The thick, heavy, black robes he normally wore were lying on the day bed and he was clothed in a black, silk shirt, deep blue, wool vest and black, wool pants. After unbuttoning and throwing the vest aside, she quickly started on the shirt until Lucius stopped her hands.
"A bit impatient, are we?" He chuckled, again attacking her neck with his mouth, nibbling softly with his teeth, creating goose bumps on her skin.
"Yes, I've never been a very patient girl," she muttered and with a final tug she managed to get his shirt of and threw it aside on the floor.
"Indeed, that is very interesting Hermione, but I think I'll have to teach you patience someday." He chuckled, but they sound was soon replaced by a moan deep in his throat when Hermione kissed her way down his neck and muscular chest.
"We need a more comfortable place for this than the floor," he whispered, voice dark and raspy with desire.
Looking around the room for something to transform into a bed Hermione's eyes fell on the daybed by one of the windows. Taking up her wand, which was laying on the floor with her clothes, she transformed the daybed to a huge soft bed with black. silk sheets.
"Excellent choice, my dear," he chuckled, lifting her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
*****
Hours later she lay in his arms, looking through the window at the moon and the stars outside.
"Is anything bothering you my pet?" He whispered, his fingers playing with a lock of her hair.
"No Lucius, not at all. Everything is perfect. I was just wondering..."
"Wondering what?" he asked as she turned to face him.
"Why you did this? Why you even bothered to talk to me that evening in the library?"
"Do you regret coming here tonight Hermione?" Lucius asked lifting up her chin so she looked him straight in the eyes.
"No I don't, never. But why did you even asked me to come here? Last thing I knew you loathed me as much as your son does," she snorted.
"I've never loathed you Hermione. I just thought that you were below me. And besides, you are an intriguing young woman. You interest me, Hermione."
"I'm glad to hear that, but as you said I am below you. I'm a muggleborn you know," she snorted.
"I'm perfectly aware of our difference in the social matter, but I have been watching you as long as I've been in this castle and as for intellect there are few who reach your level and that please me."
"Really, I got the idea that the reason why you brought me here wasn't my intellect," she teased and giggled as he pulled her in to his arms, rolling her around so she was on top of him.
"You are indeed a very intelligent young woman Hermione, but let us not talk now. There are far more pleasing thing we could do," he smirked, his lips meeting hers.
Fire was burning inside Hermione's body; she had never felt like this before. One touch from him was enough to fill her with desire and drive her crazy. His kisses were like fire on her pale skin and she responded to his body in a way she never even dreamed would be possible. Just a few hours ago, he had made her see stars in dark swirls of passion numerous of times. Sighing in bliss she gave in to him and all current thoughts left her and nothing was more important than the moment when their bodies joined.
The sun was streaming through the window waking Hermione up. Cuddling closer to the warmth of the man beside her something hit her. 'The sun is up, it must be morning!' She was suddenly very awake and quickly climbing out of bed and collecting her clothes. "Leaving me so soon my dear?" a sleepy voice was heard saying from the bed.
"I have to. I've already missed half the transfiguration class" she said. Quickly she putt on her clothes, transformed a blanket to look like one of her school robes.
"If you just tell Professor McGonagall where you were I am sure she will be prepared to forgive you for missing her class," he smirked from where he sat in the huge bed, propped up on pillows
"I highly doubt she will," Hermione muttered placing a chaste kiss on Lucius lips before rushing out of the room.
Watching the door slam closed, he chuckled to himself.
"Oh my dear, you never know. You never know."
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Hermione ran down the stairs and through the corridors towards the transfiguration classroom.
"Accio transfiguration books," she muttered as caught the books in the air while rounding a corner. But what she didn't catch was a look of Professor Snape who was coming around the corner in the same time. And with a loud thud she ran straight into him.
"Oh, I'm sorry professor. I'm late for class and I..."
"Save the excuses Ms Granger and go to class," he snarled and left her, continuing his walk.
'He must be ill! He didn't take any house points for running straight into him.' Hermione thought surprised but relieved.
As Severus walked down the corridor he thought about Ms Granger. 'Poor girl probably thought I was ill. But I have no desire to know more about what she has done this morning.' he thought with a slight grimace.
Hermione reached the classroom and knocked on the door
"Enter." McGonagall's stern voice came from inside.
Trying not to be noticed she slipped to her seat beside Harry and Ron.
"Miss Granger, how nice of you to join us this morning. Did you oversleep?" the professor asked sternly.
"Uh.. Yes, I did. I'm sorry professor," she said quietly opening her books.
"Well, don't let it happen again, and 5 points from Gryffindor for being late."
The rest of the class was rather eventless and they were soon heading back to the common room to get their books for the next class- potions. In the common room they were greeted by Ginny who was doing her homework.
"Uh, 'Mione, why do you have frays at the bottom of your robe?" she asked, taking a closer at Hermione's robe.
Quickly looking at her robes Hermione realized her mistake. She had not been doing the spell fully and the frays were, as Ginny said, left on her robe.
"I.. Ginny can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Yes, of course. Boys, why don't you meet 'Mione in the dungeons?" Ginny winked to Harry and her brother.
"Ok, see you girls." They said and left the room without further questions.
"So 'Mione, where were you last night. I couldn't find you?" Ginny said trying to hide the amusement in her voice.
"I went to see Lucius as you told me and he wasn't there but he had left me a rose with a note, and the rose lead me to a room in one of the towers where he was waiting." Hermione explained, speaking very quickly and very quietly.
"But why didn't you come back later? Oh..." Realization suddenly dawned on Ginny's face. "No you didn't do that Hermione. You didn't sleep with him, did you?"
"Well...uh.. I..."
"You slept with him! You actually slept with Lucius Malfoy!" Ginny shrieked.
"Sschh , someone may hear you! And to answer your question is yes, I did." Hermione said, feeling a goofy smile spreading on her face.
"So it was that good? Come on. I wanna hear details. Maybe he can teach his son some things!"
Hermione smiled at Ginny's eager questions. It was no secret that she had been in love with Draco for over a year and was now out to get what she wanted. She was quite sure Draco wouldn't turn Ginny down; he had been giving her rather appreciative looks lately. Yes, this time of year was defiantly going the way people wanted it to.
"I'll tell you some later, but not everything, I don't think you want to hear every detail. But I have to go to class now." Hermione said in an innocent tone. Ginny didn't say anything; she just gave her friend an amused look and returned to her work.
With a smile playing on her lips Hermione left for the dungeons. Yes, this day had begun very nice indeed and hopefully it would stay good even though next class were potions.
But what she didn't know was that potions class would be more eventful than expected.
End of chapter 3.
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