"You'll sleep on the floor," she insisted, throwing an extra cushion and a thin blanket to the ground.
He hadn't exactly expected her to let him stay, but Lucius also didn't want to risk leaving her flat in case you wouldn't allow him back inside. He leaned his cane against the table and lowered himself to the ground.
The space between her bed the wall and the crib was so narrow that he could neither stretch his legs nor turn around properly. Lying on the hard floor in the darkness, he only waited for Rose to start crying so he could stand up again.
Hermione was lying on her back. Covered by her blanket she stared at the ceiling. She couldn't actually make anything out in the darkness, but she didn't feel like sleeping either. Her hand wandered down to her leg.
Rose was sleeping and she had had a difficult day. Playing with the hem of her knickers, she wondered if her intruder was sleeping as well. Her hand reached into her underwear and she let her fingers run across her nether lips. She was so wet and needy.
Hermione wanted to make herself feel good, after all the stress, she more than deserved it. But someone was besieging her tiny flat. He had more than enough money to get himself a hotelroom yet he was lying on her floor.
She also couldn't just forget about him. Every few moments he let out a groan. Turning around he bumped a limp against her bed. Not only was that loud but it also made her bed vibrate which was the last thing Hermione needed in her current situation.
Maybe if she started touching herself, he would get the hint and disappear. Or he would stay just to mess with her. She slammed her hand against her mattress, this was so frustrating.
Turning around, she wanted to get at least some sleep if she was denied any satisfaction, but someone made noises. And it wasn't Rose.
"Shut up, someone wants to sleep," she barked at the old man on her floor forwing one of her stuffed animals at him.
"Do you have any idea how hard the floor is? Do you think that a man my age and size can rest well in such a position?"
"Fine, you may sleep in my bed, but only if you stop annoying me."
Groaning loudly, he lifted his body from the floor. He made his way to her bed but Hermione didn't move an inch.
"My side," she said, stubbornly, not moving away from the edge of the bed. If he wanted to stay here, then he had to play after her rules.
Mr. Malfoy clumsily rolled over her. His weight pressed her deep into the mattress. It was a strange feeling to be so close to Draco's dad. His hair tickled her and his body rubbed against hers. Hermione felt his hot breath against her face. He was lying right on top of her.
He moved his body, trying to get to the other side. For a moment he paused and let his head rest next to hers.
Being so close to him, Hermione inhaled his musky scent. He didn't smell bad for a man his age. She wondered what his hair felt like. It always looked so smooth and silky. Protected by the darkness, she reached out and touched it. She wasn't disappointed, his hair felt wonderful, he didn't deserve it.
"Fuck me."
Her demand must have rejuvenated him. He lifted his head and playfully bit her neck. Shivers went through her spine. Her legs wrapped against him and she pressed him closer against her body.
Hermione let go of his hair and reached for a wand. With a swift flick of her wand, they were both naked and she cast a silencing charm to not wake Rose.
His big hand cupped her butt and, he buried his face between her breasts. Mr. Malfoy moaned as he inhaled her scent. Pinching her erect nipples, he made her squeak.
Her nails dug into his arms and her breathing got heavier. She ground herself against him. She needed him. Hermione hadn't realized how horny she was. Luckily, he didn't leave her wanting for long.
Mr. Malfoy positioned himself at her entrance. "Miss Granger," he moaned, thrusting into her. He stretched her nicely. Hermione felt so full and eager. She couldn't wait for him to start moving.
He nibbled on her neck and began moving. His thrusts got quickly harder and harder.
She felt his hot breath against her sensitive skin. Arching her back, she met his movements. Her walls clenched around him.
He brought his hand down between them and rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves.
A tingling sensation went through her entire body. She was so close.
Grunting loudly he came. Breathing heavily, he continued stroking her until her muscles spasmed uncontrollably. Waves of pleasure wandered through her entire body. She scratched over his back as her orgasm hit her. Hermione couldn't care less if he got hurt or not.
Completely spent, Mr. Malfoy collapsed onto her.
Panting, she pushed him of herself and turned away from him. "This doesn't mean anything."
As his breathing evened out. His thought sorted themselves. Lucius couldn't believe what he had done. He had never meant to risk his marriage, but as he was crawling over her petite frame, inhaling her sweet scent…
It had been years since he had last been with someone and the way Miss Granger had ordered him. Who was he to deny her anything?
She smelled so good, it was driving him insane. Her butt fitted perfectly into his hand and she didn't require any foreplay. Miss Granger was wet and ready to fuck.
She was so tight around him. He knew he wasn't going to last long. Rubbing her, she had become even tighter around him. All thoughts left his mind. For the first time in ages, he had been at ease with himself.
Now he was lying next to a girl his son's age wondering if she would tell his wife. The worst part was that he felt so much better now. Lucius fell asleep quickly after her, not thinking too much about what had transpired between them.
"Where Is Rose?" Harry asked.
That was just what she needed. If Rose wasn't keeping her from doing her work someone else did. Since when was the archive even so popular.
"It's Mr. Malfoy's day," Hermione grumbled, putting the book back onto the shelf.
Harry gloatedt. "So, you're giving him a chance? You'll see having someone to help you out isn't such a bad thing."
Hermione grunted. "The sex wasn't bad."
"Hermione!"
"What?"
Harry gasped. "Tell me you haven't slept with Mr. Malfoy."
She returned her focus back to archiving the new arrivals. "His wife had thrown him out and he decided to spend the night at my place. I thought I might as well put him to good use."
"You can't have casual sex with the father of your child. If there are feeling involved, you only get hurt."
"I fail to see your problem."
"My problem is that you slept with my father-in-law. How am I ever supposed to look Narcissa in the eyes?"
"She had thrown him out," Hermione said stubbornly.
Hermione got Rose changed and fed her the first bottle of the day. Once her daughter's needs were all met she laid her down again and went to the bathroom.
"Occupied." Mr. Malfoy was under the shower.
Water splashed down his naked body. Shamelessly, Hermione stood there and watched him. Her eyes traveled down, straight to his chock. He looked quite big. She bit her lip and undressed.
He didn't fight her as she joined him in the small cabin. She took the soap of the reck and let her hands run over his body. Staring at him, she could tell that her touch wasn't without and effect.
He took the soap out of her hand and cleaned her as well. Hermione hadn't known before that her breast were a part of her body that needed to be cleaned very thoroughly, but she was appreciative of his effort none the less.
His big hands trailed her curves. Tingles went through her entire body. Instinctively, she rubbed her legs against each other. Boldly, she reached out and stroke his length. He was hot and throbbing in her hand.
The air was thick and breathing became harder and harder. The continuous drops of water created an interesting sensation on her skin.
Hermione turned around and placed her arms against the wall. She flaunted her butt.
Mr. Malfoy raised his hand and spanked her.
"Do you like that, Miss Granger?" Pressing his front against her he whispered into her ear. His tongue caressed her ear lobe and electrical jolts went through her spine.
He petted her ass cheek. His gentle touch felt strangely good on her abused flesh. She could get used to that.
"Make me come." Hermione rubbed her rear against him more daringly.
With his strong arms, he grabbed her hips and dragged her a bit further away from the wall. At that height, it was easy for him to penetrate her. With a hard thrust, he entered her. Rubbing her clit, he gave her no time to adjust before slamming into her with full force.
No one has ever treated her that roughly, yet Hermione found it oddly pleasing. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage and her breathing was labored.
"Mr. Malfoy," she moaned.
Her muscles were twitching and her insides clenched around him. His balls slammed against her with each of his powerful thrusts. Hermione was gasping for air. She was so close.
She let out a loud cry as her orgasm hit her. For a moment all her strength left her body and she fell against the wall. He didn't stop thrusting into her until he was completely spent letting her ride out her orgasm.
Exhausted, she sank to the ground. It took her a moment to collect herself. The hot water was still falling on her.
Rose started to cry. Hermione washed his sperm off her before leaving the shower. She wrapped herself in a towel, rushing to her daughter.