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A/N: Lots more Hermione Lucius goodness ahead.

Every Friday night Hermione would go to 'Lost'.

Every Friday night she danced with Lucius Malfoy, setting her body on fire.

Every Friday night she, well, she didn't know what to call it. She eventually started referring to it as shagging. And they did it every Friday night.

And every Saturday morning he's gone, her sheets still smelling faintly of him.

Every time they run into each other at the Ministry they insult the other with hatred in their voices. They acted the same as they always had. No one would be able to tell they were shagging each other senseless one night a week. And more than likely, no one would believe it if they told them.

The one night stand every Friday night was Hermione's salvation. It took her out of a work filled life she hated and into a world of pleasure and passion. It brought a smile to her face and a flush to her cheeks her friends thought was caused by her sudden casualness. But her casualness was brought about by a certain Ice Blue eyed man that had proclaimed his hatred for her and all her kind when she was only a child.

It had been 7 months, Hermione counted on her calendar, surprise registering on her face. Seven entire months since she had started her one night stands with Lucius Malfoy. She hadn't realized it had been quite that long. And she had just took it for granted he would be there every Friday night waiting for her. But she never had any reason to question that, because he always was there.

Hermione closed her calendar and slipped into a pair of jeans and an off the shoulder top before heading to the Leaky Cauldron for her weekly walk to 'Lost'.

She downed her drink quickly, flashing the bartender a smile and a wave before she walked onto the dance floor, maneuvering her way to the middle.

Her hips swayed with the music, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. It wasn't too long before she was met with his lips on her neck, nipping lightly.

"I like your shirt tonight," he said deeply in her ear.

His voice still sent chills all the way down to her toes and back up. She moaned as his lips went back to her neck and her arms wrapped their way up and around his head. She moved her hips back to meet with his, desperate for friction.

She spun in his arms, her front now pressing against his chest and her hand playing in the hair on his neck. He had it pulled back tonight, a first she noticed.

Hermione's hips swayed to the music as he ran his hands over her backside and down to her thighs. He moved back up slowly, pressing her harder against him, needing the closeness of her body. He had never needed a woman as much as he found himself needing her. And every morning it was harder and harder to slip out before she woke up. He was to the point where he didn't care if people knew, he just wanted her.

Lucius never wanted her eyes to light up for another man, never wanted her body to know the touch of another man. He never wanted her to need another man. The thought of her eyes clouding over just before she climaxed for anyone other than him brought a surge of rage over his body that would sometimes make him tremble with rage.

But right now she was in his arms, letting him touch her and hold her any way he desired. This sent a pleasing sensation throughout his body and he purred into her neck as she pressed herself against him harder. His body reacted to her soft hands under his shirt, to the way she leaned back to press her breasts flat against his chest when he gently bit her neck.

His hand tangled in her hair and brought her lips up to his. "Let's go," he said before she grabbed his hand and led him outside.

It was chilly outside, but it didn't matter. As soon as they stepped outside she wrapped herself around him and apparated straight into her bedroom.

Lucius gripped the back of her thighs tightly and lifted her up. He walked over to the bed as she unbuttoned his shirt, eventually ripping it the rest of the way off and pressing her mouth to his chest. He groaned and laid her down on the bed underneath him, detaching her body from his. It was torture, but only for the few seconds it took him to flatten himself against her, taking her lips in his own again.

He pulled away long enough to pull her shirt over her head quickly and attach his lips to her breast. He loved the way her hands gripped his hair, knowing the lust filled look that was on her face. He let his free hand drift down to her pants and he took his time undoing them before pulling away to slide them down and onto the floor.

Before he could lean back down she sat up and crawled over to him. She got on her knees and kissed him hard, her tongue demanding his as she quickly unbuttoned his pants and lowered them to the floor.

Her lips left butterfly kisses all across his chest and down his stomach. He could feel her breath on the lower part of his stomach and he closed his eyes briefly.

When he looked down at her she was looking up at him, an angel with a honey colored halo surrounding her. Lucius couldn't take it anymore, he needed her now. Pushing her back onto the bed, he crawled over her before thrusting into her.

He heard her moan as he buried himself completely in her and an animal instinct took over. He moved in and out of her fast, losing himself in her body. Her moans were soon joined by his low ones, that some would say were growls. Her hands reached around and grabbed the back of his thighs, pulling him deeper and deeper each thrust.

Lucius felt her body start to tremble, starting to crash into pleasure and he followed. Sweating and breathing hard he laid down beside her, keeping his arm wrapped around her stomach. She turned so she was facing him and snuggled into his frame.

Lucius smiled. He could definitely get used to falling asleep like this. He bent down and kissed her forehead, stroking her hair. They laid there in silence, Hermione starting to drift off into sleep.

"Promise me you'll never let another man touch you," he whispered to her.

Hearing this Hermione woke from whatever dream state she had been in. "What?" she finally said, pulling back far enough to see his face.

"Promise me," he said lowly.

Hermione tried to open her mouth to say something, anything. But she didn't have any words prepared, she didn't know what to say. There were so many reasons to not make a promise like that. And only one to agree. As he started moving against her again that one reason was starting to out weigh the hundreds against it.

Hermione moaned and wrapped her leg around his, letting his hand drift past her curls and into her. Her back arched and she felt his kisses on her neck as he worked his fingers inside her.

He pulled his hand away and quickly thrust himself into her waiting body. She quivered around him, loving every move he made. She shifted her weight and rolled them over so she was on top, rocking her hips gently.

Her back was arched and her head was back with her eyes closed as she moved slowly on top of him, torturing them both. A small 'oh' escaped her lips when he grabbed her hips and thrust hard into her. She looked down at him, the sweat on his forehead, the consuming look in his eyes and the way his face looked as he moved inside her.

There was no doubt about it, she wanted this man. All thoughts of refusing him were lost as she felt the familiar waves of pleasure pulse through her body.

"Promise me," he said in a thick voice.

"I promise," she moaned as the last wave passed through her, bringing him along with it.

Author Babble:

Well, that was an interesting turn!