Disclaimer: I don't anything in Harry Potter. J.K owns all the characters and places.
Author's Note: This will be an AU story and the characters are OOC. Some of the dates in the story have also been changed to fit in with the story itself.
Summary: Hermione takes a break from the wizarding world, five years later she returns with her four-year-old daughter. Lucius Malfoy bumps into Hermione and her daughter whilst in Diagon Alley… A few weeks later and they're going on their first date. Post-Hogwarts & Second War. Will be AU & OOC. Some dates have been changed to fit the story.
Chapter 11
Twenty Four December 2004,
Lucius stood outside in Hermione's back garden, a laughing smile etched upon his lips as he watched Luciana as she tried to mount the broom, only to tumble off it every few seconds. "You need to lean forward slightly - Yes like that. Now kick off from the ground." He watched as she finally got airborne. "Lean forward more if you want to dive toward the ground but remember to pull yourself up the closer to the ground you get, if you don't, you'll crash and hurt yourself." Luciana tried to dive a few times, crashing every time. Thankfully Lucius had placed cushioning charms all around the garden for such instances. "Has Mama told you about the flying lessons and Quidditch at Hogwarts?" Luciana stayed sitting on the grounding after her latest failed attempt. She shook her head in the negative, her tiny fingers pulling at the grass in front of her.
"Hogwarts offers first year students flying lessons, which are a lot of fun if you actually listen to the instructor and not mess around. You'll learn all about flying and the techniques involved, even if you've had prior instruction." Luciana was listening intently; she couldn't wait until she got to go to Hogwarts. "What's Quidditch?" Lucius moved closer to where she still sat, joining her on the grass. "It's a very popular wizarding sport played on broomsticks above a large oval shaped pitch with a scoring area at each end consisting of three hooped goal posts, each at different heights. The object of the game is to score as many points as possible and ultimately catch the Golden Snitch, thus ensuring a win for your team. That is of course, if your team's points are not behind your opponents, then regardless of catching the Golden Snitch you will still lose." Luciana was listening to Lucius as he explained the sport, her interest having been piqued so much that she wanted nothing more than to try out when she got to Hogwarts.
"There are seven players per team, three Chasers, two Beaters, a Keeper and a Seeker. The Chasers job is to keep possession of the Quaffle, a leather ball that is passed between players throughout the game. The Chasers must attempt to score as many goals as possible by throwing it through one of the opponents three hoops. Each score is worth ten points. The hoops are defended by the opposing team's Keeper, who ideally tries to block their goals." Lucius had shifted into a more relaxed position so that he could transfigure some grass and pebbles into a makeshift Quidditch pitch. Charming the makeshift players to fly around as he explained the game to Luciana. She watched as the Chasers flew around with the Quaffle, tossing it back and forth until they threw it to the goal posts. Her eyes followed the movements with rapt attention.
"During the match, players from both teams are attacked indiscriminately by the two Bludgers. These are round, jet-black balls made of iron that fly around violently trying to knock players off their brooms. Beaters are there to help defend their teammates from the Bludgers; they carry short wooden clubs, which they use to knock the Bludgers away from their teammates. They also use these clubs to knock the Bludgers toward the opposing team in an attempt to either knock their opponent from their broom or from the course as a way to prevent that team from scoring." Luciana watched as two new players appeared in Lucius' demonstration, the little grass figures flew around smacking the Bludgers toward the opposition. Before her eyes the one grass figure fell from the broom as a Bludger connected with their side. "It can be a violent match, I won't lie, Quidditch is a brutal sport." Luciana continued to watch the makeshift players flying around.
"The final role is of the Seeker, a member from each team whose sole job is to catch the Golden Snitch. A small golden ball that is approximately the size of a walnut. The winged Snitch is enchanted to hover, dart and fly around the pitch, avoiding capture while remaining within the boundaries of the playing area. The Seeker will spend the entirety of the match seeking the Snitch in the hopes of capturing it in order to win the game. Catching the Snitch ends the game and will score the successful Seeker's team one hundred and fifty points. As the team with the most points wins, this often guarantees victory for the successful Seeker's team. There are times where the successful Seeker's team are points behind and the capture of the Snitch is not enough to earn victory but this is a rarity." Luciana watched as the tiny Snitch flew around evading capture as two Seeker's flew around after it. Lucius twirled his wand around and soon enough a full-blown Quidditch match was playing out before Luciana's very eyes.
Hermione was busying herself inside her kitchen when out the corner of her eye she saw her daughter zoom past the window. Running outside with a knot already formed in her stomach, she spots Lucius, his sights zoned in on Luciana as she flew around the back garden. "Lucius, what is the meaning of this?" Hermione's fear becomes even more evident when Luciana pushes the end of the broom handle down a bit too far, sending the girl tumbling to the ground below. "Lucius!" Screaming as she ran toward Luciana, she sent him a deadly glare when the sound of his laughter registered in her ears. "Hermione, love, it's alright. I've made sure to place protective enchantments all around your back garden. Look." Turning her gaze to where he'd pointed, she found Luciana giggling. Exhaling with relief, she made her way over to where he stood and smacked his arm. "You gave me a fright. What is she doing on a broom?"
Rubbing his arm with a chuckle, he gazed at Hermione. "I'm teaching her to fly." Rolling her eyes, she sarcastically replies. "Yes, I can see that… But why?" He shrugged. "Why not, she'll be learning about it at school, so I thought why not get her used to it now and under my supervision." Looking from Lucius to her daughter, Hermione reluctantly accepted that he was correct. She could recall the abysmal lesson she'd been put through in her first year. Shaking her head, she looked back to Lucius with a small smile, having decided that it would be best if he continued to teach Luciana so that when the time came, she wouldn't be in the same position she herself had been in all those years back. Leaning up on her toes, she gave his cheek a quick peck. "I could take you flying if you'd like?" Turning to face him again, she winced and shook her head. "Not that I don't appreciate the offer but I'm dreadful with flying and have a horrid fear of heights."
Cocking his head to the side, he gauges her expression before smiling. "Then let me teach you, I can show you exactly how it's done and how much fun it can be? Keeping her gaze on his silvery eyes, she once again shook her head. "Truly Lucius, I'm not the greatest flying companion." Moving forward until he was closer to her, he placed both his hands on her shoulders and smiled. "We can start slow, like when we were children. Closer to the ground with less of a chance to seriously injure ourselves…" He gestured to where Luciana was playing with the broom. "Then when you're ready to move higher, we can go from there. Trust me, I'll have you flying without fear." Hermione looked deep into his eyes, finding nothing but sincerity in their depths. Sighing out loud, she relented with a small nod. "Alright, but on one condition…" His smile broadened. "Name it." She rolled her eyes at his enthusiasm. "If I still feel uncomfortable with flying, we put an end to it immediately." He nodded in acceptance. "You have my word."
Moving to stand in front of him, she allowed him to wrap his arms around her waist, his lips brushing the side of her neck before he moved away. She squeezed his hand in acknowledgment, her eyes on Luciana as she got back on the broom to start flying around once more.
Later that evening Lucius and Hermione headed to bed, Luciana having already fallen asleep an hour prior. Hermione walked across her bedroom to her bathroom where she intended to have a shower while Lucius made his way over to the bed, already removing his clothing as he went. Sitting on his side of the bed in only his underwear, he pushed the covers away. He lay down with his eyes closed, waiting patiently for his witch to join him after her shower. The sound of the water running lulled him into a light slumber and not having realised this, he'd not heard Hermione's approach to the bed. With a naughty smile on her face, she moved to his side on her tiptoes to lessen the sound of her approach.
With the softest of touches, she trailed her fingers across his upper thighs before gently cupping him in her palm. Lucius' eyes opened with the feeling of her hand squeezing him. "Now that's a wake up call I could quite possibly get used to." Smiling down at him, Hermione continued to squeeze him, her thumb sliding across his clothed perineum. This caused him to involuntarily moan thus electing a giggle from Hermione. "You've got too many clothes on." Winking at him as she said this, she divested him of his underwear. Taking his semi-erect member into her hand, she leaned over to place a few kisses along his neck before claiming his lips with her own. "Naughty witch." Growling under his breath he grabbed her by the waist, flipping them over until he was hovering above her. His tip grazed across her stomach before he moved down to where it rested against her wet centre. "You're already this wet? Did you even dry yourself off after that shower?" He bit her shoulder before pulling her hardened nipple into his mouth.
"It's your fault, I was ready for bed but indecent exposure to my eyes caused my body to react." He chuckled around her breast, sending vibration through her sensitive nipple. A small moan escaped her mouth. Her fingers wound themselves in his long hair, nails scraping against his scalp with every flick of his tongue. "No more talking, my love. I want you to speak with your body." His teeth found the sensitive flesh underneath her breast earning a moan of pleasure as Hermione's back arched. Moving his hips downward, he entered into her warm wetness, her tight walls clamping down around him had him groaning at the blissful feeling. Her cries and moans filled his ears with every slow thrust of his hips. Sliding his hand between their joined bodies, he found her engorged clit. Massaging it first before he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, Lucius was rewarded with her hips bucking as a gasp escaped her.
Her legs moved up until her heels dug into his buttocks, urging him deeper still. Her hips began meeting his own with every thrust, he picked up his pace when the first fluttering could be felt. Moving his hand away from her clit, he grabbed both her thighs, lifting her up slightly to give him deeper access to her core. His thrusting became erratic, the twitching between his legs spurring him on. Hermione's cries became incoherent, her nails scraping the flesh of his back, her ankles interlocked around his waist. Lucius could feel the warmth beginning to build toward his imminent release. Hermione's entire body curled around Lucius as her orgasm hit, washing through her wave after wave. Bringing Lucius closer to her just as his own orgasm washed over him, his hips meeting hers one final time before his seed was spilling into her still spasming centre. Lucius pushed her into the bed with his hips, releasing the last of his load with a deep groan, his head falling to the pillow beside her.
After their minds came back to their bodies, Hermione felt as Lucius withdrew from her. Her sensitive walls quivering as he did so causing her to moan softly. He smiled before leaning over to kiss her. Curling into his side, her arm around his waist, she tangled her legs with his, bringing her centre flush against his upper thigh. "You'll have to wait, my love, I need to recover before we go again." Chuckling, she snuggled against him, eyes closing of their own accord. "I love you Lucius." Feeling his arms enclose around her, his scent filling her nostrils, she heard him reply. "I love you more." Both of them falling into a deep sleep almost immediately after.
Christmas Day, Twenty Five December 2004,
After spending time together in bed, Hermione and Lucius made their way downstairs, finding Luciana eagerly sorting the presents into three piles, hers being significantly larger than her mother's and Lucius'. "Merry Christmas Mama, Lucius." Hermione knelt down, placing a kiss to her daughter's forehead. Picking up a wrapped box, she handed it to Luciana with a smile, "Merry Christmas sweetheart." Lucius sat down on the couch with a cup of coffee already in hand, a small smile gracing his face a moment later. He watched as Luciana tore into the wrapping of her gift with Hermione picking up the bits of paper as she threw them to the side. Placing his coffee on the table, he retched forward and grabbed Hermione round her waist, lifting her from her position on the floor to settle in his lap.
She squeaked when his lips placed kisses against the side of her neck. "Lucius, not in front of Luciana." Her whisper fell on deaf ears, Lucius had already repositioned her to be seated sideways in his lip, his arms wrapped around her waist and his teeth nibbling on the flesh beneath her ear. "Lucius. Stop it." He chuckled but relented, not wanting to incur the wrath of his witch. "Look Mama!" Luciana was holding up a toy wand which shot sparks of red and gold into the air. "I got my own wand, now I can do magic like you and Papa." Lucius stilled as did Hermione, his chest filled with warmth and his eyes shone with his tears. To hide his emotions, he buried his face in Hermione's hair, letting a few tears escape his eyes, he breathed in deeply and cleared his throat. "My love?" Pulling away from her neck at the sound of her voice, he turned his shining eyes to hers.
"Those words are the best Christmas present I've received today." Turning to look at the little girl who was staring at him, he shifted from under Hermione and slid to the floor, pulling Luciana into his arms as he embraced her. "You've made me very happy, my sweet poppet. I love you." Luciana wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck. "I love you too, Papa." Hermione sat behind the two of them, silent tears of pure joy rolling down her cheeks, her own heart filled with so much love for both Luciana and Lucius. She was overwhelmed with happiness and couldn't help but to fall to the floor next to them and wrap them both in a hug. "This is the best Christmas ever." Kissing Luciana's forehead before kissing Lucius thoroughly, she let out a tear-filled giggle. "I love you both so much."
Later in the evening saw Hermione alongside Lucius as they sat at the dining table, his hand on her thigh and hers over his. "Mama, look, there's a bird." Turning her head, she saw a barn owl sitting on the windowsill. Lucius stood up and went to collect the parcel and letter it was carrying, treating the owl with a bit of sausage. "Who's it from, my love?" He lifted the letter and spotted a small note on the parcel. "It's from Mr and Mrs Potter." Turning around he smiled at Hermione and brought the parcel and letter toward her. She pulled the letter out and read through it, smiling before looking up at Lucius. "They both send their love and warm wishes to us for Christmas. Harry says they're having a lot of fun at the resort, Ginny keeps telling him how much she's enjoying the sunshine." Lucius chuckled and took the proffered letter from Hermione as she opened the parcel.
Lucius watched as she tore the paper from the box, finding a beautiful blue venetian vase that would go with her collection. "That is beautiful darling." Hermione nodded, pulling it out of the box to admire. "I'll write him back later." Placing the box onto the table, Hermione turned to her daughter. "Off to bed young lady." Lucius slid his arm around her waist, gently squeezing her to his side. "Night, night." He smiled and waved as Luciana darted away. "I'll be up in a minute to check on you." Turning slightly, Hermione placed her hand on his broad chest and pushed up onto her tiptoes to kiss his stubble covered cheek. "I'll be back down soon, my love" Stepping away from his side, she headed toward the stairs to check on her daughter.
Lucius cleared up the table, flicking his wand to send the vase to the mantle above the fireplace. He then sent the dishes to the sink and with another flick of his wand, the dishes were being cleaned and placed back in their rightful places. Nodding to himself, he made his way over to the lounge, sitting down and taking a sip of his wine he'd had during dinner. Hermione came down the stairs after about fifteen minutes, her hair in a messy bun and a smile as bright as the sun upon her face. "It's so wonderful having you here, my love. I can't believe it's only been a few months; it honestly feels like years." Bending down to give him a kiss, she wasn't prepared for him to pull her onto his lap and with a small gasp lost her balance. With her knees now either side of his thighs, she sat straddling his legs. "I know my darling, it certainly does feel longer."
Resting her forehead against his, she closed her eyes momentarily. "I love you." Her whispered words ghosted across his lips. "And I you." Tilting his head, he captured her lips with his own. Sliding his hands up her thighs, he looped his fingers around the belt hoops of her jeans. Their kiss deepened when she requested entrance to his mouth, slipping her tongue through his pink lips to meet with his own, battling for dominance before retreating with his following. Her hand was already in his pants, fingers wrapping themselves around his burgeoning erection. With a cheeky smirk, she pulled away from his lips and started pumping her hand, earning a moan of satisfaction in response. Lucius flipped them over, kissing along her jaw as he started to undress her, kissing down her chest to her bra-clad breasts.
Lifting his head, he looked at her heavy-lidded eyes before casting his own back to her heaving chest. He ran his tongue down the valley between her breasts, his fingers unclasping her bra and slowly removing it. Sucking a hardened nipple between his lips, he flicked his tongue across the rosy nub. "Oh yes my love." Smirking at her whispered words, he began playing with her other nipple. He loved the sound of her soft moans and so moved his fingers away from her nipple, sliding it down her abdomen to the waistband of her knickers. Lifting his lips from the slightly swollen nub, he moved to her abandoned breast. "Mmm, darling you're soaked through." Appreciating the effect he had on his witch, Lucius slowly ran his fingers along her still covered slit. "It's the effect you have on me, my love."
Hermione's legs fell open even more the moment his hand slid beneath her knickers, his fingers parting to slide down either side of her aching clit. Lucius picked up his wand and flicked it, removing his robes and underwear. "Ahh, now that feels much better." Hermione giggled, her eyes finding his silver ones. "You're too much." Wiggling her hips, she urged his fingers to move against her. "Patience my darling." Shifting to kneel before her prone form, he admired her soaked centre. Moving his hands down her thighs until he took hold of each knee, he pulled her legs open and leaned forward. His tongue slid from her sodden core to her throbbing clit, swirling around the engorged nub twice before sucking it into his mouth with a groan.
Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head, her hips bucking forward with each stroke of his tongue. "Please. Lucius please." Her hands wound their way into his hair, holding him close. Lucius moved down from her ravaged clit, slipping his tongue into her and running it along her walls before pulling away. Hermione watched through heavily lidded eyes as he lined himself up with her entrance. "Please Lucius." With one powerful thrust, he sheathed himself to the hilt. "Oh!" His deep groan accompanied her mewling cry. "You feel so good." Chuckling, Lucius leaned forward to capture her lips in a deep kiss. His hips began to slowly thrust into her warmth with Hermione's cries filling the room, Lucius brought her to her peak twice that evening.
