She turned the shower to warm water and quickly declothed. As she stepped in, she was glad to be out of the clothes she had been wearing for the past week or so. She let the warm water heat her up, and cleanse not just her body but her soul. She thought of all the things Lucius had said in those letters. He had called her beautiful. He had said that she deserved a man that respected her. She smiled. He was right. She absolutely deserved a man that could respect her. She thought of the few times she had met Lucius, strategically avoiding her repressed memories from the war. She thought of his beauty, his grace, his long blonde hair.. his firm, strong body.. she wondered how his lips would feel on hers.. how it would feel to have him inside of her... her clit throbbed with need. She answered this need and began to touch herself. She bit her lip and moaned softly. She imagined him slamming her against a wall, bending her over his desk... her body shook as she came on her fingers. She used the water to clean her hands and began to wash her hair.
Back at Malfoy Manor, Lucius was in his study, sitting at his desk and waiting for Hermione to respond. He had begun to eagerly anticipate her letters, her soft handwriting, the way she worded things.. he longed to hear her voice. Neither his wife nor his son knew he was speaking to her. There was no way they could know of his strage fascination with her, either. But his so-called fascination that he held for so long was beginning to become an obsession. Thoughts of her clouded his mind. He glanced down and noticed how firm his cock was. He couldn't go to Narcissa. She wasn't what he wanted. He wanted Hermione. He unzipped his pants and slid off his trousers, beginning to pump his hand up and down on his cock, jerking himself off. His breathing quickened. He thought of her immaculate breasts, of claiming her tight pussy. Given the chance, he would do it right over his desk. He wanted to hear her moan as he thrusted into her. He shivered and came, squirting his fluid onto his hands. He used a spell to clean himself off and reclothed, embarrassed and regretful.
