"Lucius, come in," she answered the front door of her home gruffly with a snarl, a harsh frown plastered on her pink lips. Peeking outside of the front door, once he had entered, she looked left and right and shut the door with a loud bang behind herself causing the wall surrounding the door to vibrate gently.

"What's happened now?" He asked softly, picking up on the heavy mood that was emanating throughout the home, pulling his travelling cloak off and hanging it neatly on a hook of the coat stand beside her front door.

"My decisions happened. There is probably going to be a very angry Weasley family bashing my front door down at any moment because I had their precious Ronald hauled off by Titus to be charged for sneaking contraceptive potions to me." She padded gently across the room to her kitchen where it appeared, she was well into imbibing her problems away with half a bottle of red wine already consumed.

"Ah. That will do it." He plucked the bottle of wine from the kitchen counter and began to read the label to try to break up the now awkwardness he felt standing there otherwise idle beneath her fiery and angry gaze. "You know, if you are trying to get pregnant your probably shouldn't be drinking," he said pointedly, looking at her with half a raised brow.

She snatched the bottle off him and topped off her already generous sized glass before downing half of it in one sip liberally. Her cheeks flushed pink against her normally pale skin the more she drank.

"I'm not pregnant yet and who knows if I ever will. Now I've to go get tested to ensure I can actually bear a child and his stupidity hasn't ruined my ability to reproduce." She slammed the glass down so hard the stem cracked slightly but not all the way through.

"So should we still do this, or should I come back another time?" He raised a brow at her high into his hairline and she mirrored his brow raise back at him as if he asked her a stupid question. He wasn't sure if he wanted his penis to be near someone as angry as she was right now for fear she might tear it off with her bare hands.

"Well. You are here so we may as well put you to good use." She shrugged taking another sip of her wine, carefully navigating her fingers away from the crack in the stem, so she wouldn't cut her fingertips.

"Wow. I can honestly feel how wanted I am right now," sarcasm dripping from every word as he rounded to the other side of the counter where she was standing and started fishing around in his pockets for a moment. "But first. I think we need to talk about contracts so we know what is expected and what will happen should such time come when you conceive a child that is mine."

She eyed him apprehensively as if he had just personally offended her on an intimate level. Placing her glass back on the counter she snatched the papers he had produced and began to read them over. Her eyes darting backward and forward but never looking up.
A few minutes passed in silence before she lowered them and peered at him over the papers.

"I agree with most of it. But the part here that says I can't come after you for any part of your estate or fortune is a little redundant. I am the Minister for Magic, Lucius. I could literally take the lot from under you and there is nary a thing you could do to stop me; however, I am not that type of person. And this part right here about you contributing money to help raise the child. Again, redundant because I don't want nor need nor seek any little bit of your fortune no matter how minute it might be. I don't want a single galleon of yours." She huffed, irate.

"It wasn't an option. The child is a Malfoy, and the child will be raised wanting nothing just like every Malfoy before it," he lowered his voice into an almost growl almost daring her to push

"Mmm. Well, we will see," she muttered coldly, jutting her chin out in defiance and putting the papers down on the countertop before plucking a stray pen off the counter and signing the contract. She didn't want his money to help raise the child and she certainly didn't want a stake to his fortune. She wanted none of his charity thank you very much. It was almost an insult that he would even have that thought in his head let alone put it into a contract but at the same time, she knew he was only protecting his assets.

"A pen, really? You are a witch. Embrace your heritage and use a quill."

She exhaled sharply out of her nose and looked at him pointedly. "First off, I came from a line of muggles, so using the humble ball-point pen basically is my heritage. And secondly, why would I want to carry around a quill, an ink-well and possibly spare nibs should the need arise when I can just whip this bad boy out and write instantly." She wiggled the pen violently in his face trying to get her point across.

He cringed visibly. There it was. That reminder again that she wasn't of pure blood. The one thing that forced doubt into his mind as to if he should procreate with the woman. "Perhaps heritage wasn't the word I was looking for. I just feel some things are better steeped in tradition." He shrugged.

"Tradition isn't always great, Lucius. It was tradition to burn witches at the stake but thankfully those practices fell by the wayside. Sometimes, change is a good thing." She folded the papers up and handed them back to him and watched as he tucked them back in his pocket.

"Sometimes, but not always." He looked pointedly at the woman and noticed the fire in her eyes mixed with possible contempt.

"What is that meant to mean?" She tilted her head to the side, licking her lips as if threating him to say the wrong thing.

"I meant nothing at all by it, Hermione. I just meant that sometimes tradition should be upheld, and it can be a good thing." Oh shit. Now he realised why she was so hostile now… The whole Malfoy tradition to fornicate and reproduce with purebloods only. "I didn't mean what you thought I meant Hermione so forgive me if I caused offence."

She held him under her gaze for a moment, wondering what he was thinking right at this moment. Interested to know what he really thought of her. She wanted to know how he really felt about giving her the child she so desperately desired. Wow. Times were tough for both when they had to resort to one another to fulfil what they both came to seek.

She was staring at him awkwardly and he wondered what she was running through her mind. Did she hate him as much as the look on her face right now indicated? Was she ashamed that she had to resort to him as her last option to create a child? Was she disgusted with herself for sleeping with him?

He couldn't stand being held under her awkward gaze for nary a second longer. So, he kissed her. The first thing he noticed was her soft lips that were wet and cooled by the wine she had been drinking. The fruity undertones still lingering on her lips. The kiss was slow to start as they adjusted to one another and in an instant, all of Hermione's worries began to melt away. Ron who? She would have said if someone had asked her about him right at that second.

His tongue pushed its way into her mouth and the bitter, fruity taste almost ensnared his senses and made his head spin slightly. He generally didn't partake in a red wine unless it was accompanied by a meal, but right now he didn't mind.

His long, strong arms wrapped around her body lifting her onto the countertop and the kiss never once broke as he did so.

Her head began to swim and goosebumps covered her body. This was exciting, this was titillating, and this was one of her fantasies she had never had Ron play out because he refused. He always said the kitchen was for food, not having sex. Actually, he held steadfast to the sentiment that every room was for its intended purpose only. The kitchen was for food, the bathroom was for bathing. Honestly, he was such a drag… And yet, she had loved that about him.

The kiss broke as a hand rested gently on her bare knee hidden just so beneath the black skirt she was wearing and fingers feather-light traced the outline of her knee before gently moving up her inner thigh and he listened to the breath hitch in her throat and she tried to close the gap between them. A kiss here, and a small touch there and it seemed she was putty in his hand.

His hand travelled further and further up her thigh until it met with her panties; the only thing stopping him from touching her where she so desperately wanted to be touched. Sliding his second hand up along her milky thighs he grabbed the offending item in both hands and pulled them down so they skidded over her knees and fell silently to the floor.

Her stomach clenched in anticipation as his fingers once again drew up her thighs ever so slowly it was torture for her.

She pulled back just enough to fumble with the buttons on his white shirt and undo them clumsily just as his fingers halted on her thigh, peppering her neck with small, fast kisses along the nape and down along the collar bone. His finger stilled on her thigh he felt her squirm beneath him as if willing his fingers to sink into her hot, wet heat.

"Tell me what you want," he breathed huskily in her ear, lips grazing the shell of her ear just so. Enough to make her suck in a shuddery breath.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

"Y… Yes. Please," her words escaped as a forced breath. She had never wanted someone to touch her as much as she wanted to be touched right now and she wanted to be disgusted in herself that it was the touch of Lucius Malfoy she was craving, she wanted to hate herself for that… She wanted to mentally scold her- oh my god.

Two fingers slid into her moist centre causing her to clutch him tighter to her own body in a bid to keep him close. A thumb gently began to rub her clit and she stopped breathing for the interim. This was like nothing she had felt before. Ron was always straight to the point, copulate and rollover. He was never one for foreplay but no matter how much she had suggested it, he never offered it.

Eyes shut tight she clutched his body with all her strength in a bid to steady herself. Each swipe of his thumb was dangerously close to sending her over the edge.

It was peculiar for him to have someone clutching onto you with such innocents, with such a need that in the moment you were almost their lifeblood. To be hung onto like you were all they needed right in the moment was humbling but to see Hermione Granger doing just that was powerful because she didn't need anybody and that in itself was exciting.

As she writhed beneath him, talons digging into the flesh of his broad shoulder as she clung to him like a koala, he used his spare hand to free his now erect cock from its cloth prison, pants falling down to his ankles. She was at the perfect height for him to sheath himself within her tight heat. Recoiling his hand from her wetness it shot around to her ass, grasping a cheek hard he pulled her forward lighting fast and she let out a rapid breath in surprise.

Taking his other hand, he guided the head of his cock to her hot entrance and thrust in hard. He noticed she relaxed against him a little when he did so.

Hands clawed feverishly at his back as lips pressed needily to his own, three thrusts in and a knocking on the front door roused them for their hormone-induced stupor.
"Shhh," Hermione whispered in his ear softly. "Keep going, whoever it is will go away."

He didn't have to be told twice. He went to thrust the fourth time and stopped dead in his tracks when the voice of Molly Weasley carried angrily from the other side of the door if that wasn't a mood dampener he didn't know what was.

"It's ok," she breathed huskily, lips swollen with kisses as nails dug heavily into his shoulder with delight. Half crescents marring the pale skin of his shoulder as he continued to thrust deep within her. He would be lying if he thought fucking her would be this easy. It felt… natural. Which was odd considering he thought it would be a task and a half to bring himself to sleep with her.

"They will leave in a minute." She bit his shoulder hard in a bid to stop herself from screaming out as he managed another five thrusts sending her closer to the edge of no return, not wanting to alert them to the fact she was there in the house and ignoring them.

Abruptly, Lucius stopped but still clutched her tightly to his chest.

"Lucius?" She looked up at him to see him staring across the kitchen and she followed his line of sight.

Oh, fucking hell. That was interesting. Shit was well and truly about to hit the fucking fan.

The wards, the fucking wards. How could she be so stupid? Ron must have added his family to the wards and never told her and now here she was getting fucked ten ways from Sunday by Lucius Malfoy. This was going to go down well.

"What the fuck?" He whispered gently in her ear lips grazing the outer shell of her ear teasing her when she knew she couldn't act any further.

"Good evening," Hermione tried to sound as casual as someone could sound when they were walked in on having intercourse with the least likely person they probably ever would be with sexually.

She gently pushed Lucius away and slid off the countertop, pulling her skirt down to her knee's once more. The bench on the kitchen offering them both some modesty at the current time.

"How can I help you?" Hermione followed up her question cheeks blazing red. She was certain she would have to revive Molly off the floor at any moment.

"Molly. Arthur." Lucius curtly nodded his head at them as if they hadn't walked in on him pleasuring their daughter in law on the kitchen countertops. He seemed to sense a theme here… People loved to walk in at the worst moments.

"What is going on here?" Molly whispered and Hermione wasn't sure if the question was directed at her, or if she was simply talking to herself in disbelief.

"Look. Molly, Arthur. I know why you are here. You are upset over Ron but yo-"

"Now we know why you had our Ron hauled away. So, you could cheat on him with… with… that." She pointed a finger harshly at Lucius who had now pulled his pants up.

"With all due respect, Molly. I don't like you, and you hate me, but I am sure I am worthy of a salutation other than 'that'." He made air quotes with his fingers. "And you honestly think I am low enough to stoop to the level to steal a married woman? I'm not that crass and you know it."

"Look. Ron cheated on me. He obviously hasn't told you that little snippet of information yet, has he? How he will be a father sooner rather than later and I'm not the mother! I bet he didn't tell you he was sneaking me contraceptive potion every morning to prevent me from having a child when he damn well knew that is what I desired most in life!" She stamped her foot hard on the ground showing her anger.

"Well, dear…" Molly began in her most patronising tone. "To be fair, a woman like you focused wholly and fully on her career shouldn't really be committing to motherhood. It takes everything you have, and your mind can't be elsewhere. What would you do with a child? Leave it at home with a house-elf all day whilst you are out at work? That is not a life for a child, you need to commit years of undivided attention and-"

"Stop. Just stop before you embarrass yourself anymore, Molly. Are you saying you agree with what he did to me? You come into MY home and start this shit about how I shouldn't have a child because my life and ideas don't conform to that of an over-bred and over-used broodmare who could have benefited from a contraceptive potion at one stage in your life when you kept pumping out children you couldn't afford!" She was almost screaming at the elder witch now, face beet red with pure anger coursing through her veins and Lucius was sure he was going to have to drag her out of this situation before she killed Molly.

"Arthur can you believe what she is saying, this is an outrage! This… This is pure and utter disrespect, this is-"

"Molly. Just leave. Leave now and diffuse the situation before someone ends up hurt," Lucius offered sternly.

"You can't talk to my wife like that!" Arthur stepped forward, whipping his wand from his pocket and aiming it steadily at Lucius who didn't even bat an eye at his gallant display of chivalry.

"Arthur. Whilst your show of chivalry is inspiring, I suggest you lower your wand." Lucius grabbed the other man's wand between thumb and forefinger and forced him to lower it.

The two men stared at one another. Lucius's fiery eyes almost willing Arthur to do it, take the shot he had always wanted. Lucius knew he was too soft to do such a thing.

"Good. Now. On your way." Lucius raised a single brow high into his hairline as if threatening him to say otherwise.

"Please," Hermione's voice full of desperation. She had been through enough today and didn't want to have to endure much more before going to bed and forgetting about it all for a few hours.

Without another word said, and knowing full well they wouldn't get far with Lucius there, they both turned and walked out of the door they had stormed through. Both knowing full well even though the war had ended years ago, Lucius Malfoy was still dangerous and never to be trusted.

"I'm assuming the mood has been killed?" Hermione asked gently.

"Well and truly. Molly Weasley is very much an erection killer but for what it is worth it was very good before we were intruded upon." He straightened his robes and left into the night with little more than a wave over his shoulder.

Well. Today sucked.