Disclaimer: I in no way own the Harry Potter series or characters so please do not sure. That title belongs to J.K. Rowling. I just like to play a bit with the characters but I always give them back unharmed.

I am however an author of my own series of books which can be found on under Nalana Phillips if you would like to read my originals stories.

Chapter 1

Hermione moved down the hallway, her heels clicking on the flagstone in the dungeons, making a slight echoing noise. She had done her hair up into a nice tight bun and had applied a light bit of makeup for this occasion. Hermione had to admit this was not a normal habit of hers, but she did it because she was meeting someone.

Hermione knew it was crazy and that she had only met this guy once before, but he had convinced her to meet for a clandestine meeting, and she had agreed. Randle Witshire had been charming and funny when they had bumped into each other on an excursion to Hogsmeade. He had told her that he would be up at the castle and would meet her in room 623 and to wear nothing but a black coat with red lingerie underneath. She felt silly, but she had done it because Hermione was tired of being the good girl and wanted some excitement before she left Hogwarts.

When she met Randle, he had seemed to see her as a woman, not a schoolgirl, not a chum but an actual female that he found attractive. They had chatted for what felt like forever then began exchanging owl letters after that. He had sent her a letter telling her that he wanted to take their relations to the next stage. The perfect opportunity would be when he came to the school to visit his family member that resided there.

Hermione had not asked who that family member had been because she just did not care. She had been too excited to see him again, so they had owled a meeting time and figured they would go from there.

She arrived at the door than slipped into the darkroom, the anticipation almost too much for her to handle. She felt like her body had pins and needles going through it.

"I am here, and I wore what you asked me too." She spoke softly in the empty room. She was waiting with bated breath for a deep voice to respond. While she waited, Hermione unbuttoned the coat she had worn over her skimpy outfit.

"My isn't this a surprise to be sure," Can a voice out of the shadows. Hermione grinned slightly, her back still turned from where the voice had registered from. The voice was silky, soft, deep, and melodious. It sent a thrilling shiver through her. At the thought of it whispered in her ear while thrusting into her from behind. She wanted to turn around so she could see him. Hermione pivoted slowly but could not see her suiter in the dark shadows of the room.

"I dare say, when I came in here, I never expected to find something so fascinating." Hermione frowned at hearing this. That cannot be right. He knew I was coming, so why would he say he did not expect to find me here?

Just then, out stepped a tall, broad man with flowing robes. His hair was one she would recognize anywhere, and it sends a chill through her of a different kind. This one was not so pleasant. While he spoke, his blue eyes traveled from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

"I must say, Ms. Granger, and it is my unexpected pleasure to see you looking…" Here he paused to leer at her slightly before continuing. "So, fetching."His ever-present cane held his wand in his left hand. He caressed the top of it with his thumb as if he would rather be caressing something altogether different.

"Mr. Malfoy. What are you doing here?" She hissed while crossing her arms over her almost bare chest, forgetting at that moment that she was practically naked under the coat.

Lucius Malfoy cocked his blond head to the side, giving her a bemused condescending smile before he decided to answer her angry tone.

"I could be asking you the same thing, my dear, but it is not hard to figure out. You came to have a tryst with that young gentleman I happened to run off from here, not ten minutes before you showed up." Hermione could feel her mouth drop open in shock. No! Her mind screamed in frustration; this cannot be happening. The one time I take a chance and do something daring just for myself, I get swindled for it. She could feel the tears begin to build, and her lips started trembling. She did not want this man of all people to see her cry, so she swiftly turns around to hide her face.

In doing so, she missed the man whose son tormented her for years look at her with some concern in his eyes. Lucius Malfoy may have had to play a Death Eater and contributor to the Dark Lord for many years, but that had not been who he truly is. He had to play a role just as Severus had done. Still, he had never been discovered until after the war ended, and he could help put all the faithful Death Eaters behind bars for good. He had been a spy well hidden in the ranks of Voldemort's inside circle, but no one had been told. Not the order of the phoenix, not Severus, not anyone. The only one who had known of his role had been Mad Eyed Mooney, but he had died in one of the battles, so he could never tell.

The only thing that kept Lucius Malfoy out of Azkaban prison for the rest of his natural life. Had been a pensive showing up at the Ministries of Magics office that had a clear note tell them to watch the memories in it.

He and everyone else had been extremely shocked when it had been played. They saw him clearly speaking to Moody, telling him that he could get all the information they needed on every Death Eater and Voldemort if he could make sure that Draco and Narcissa would be spared. Lucius had never mentioned himself because he did not think he would make it through the war.

Moody had readily agreed than they shook on it. It had followed for some time of Lucius giving him updates while at the Ministry of Magic every week.

Malfoy then had been exonerated with only a fine to help the repairs for the war. He gladly paid for it. Now he lived alone in his manor, he and Narcissa had gone their separate ways shortly after.

He was seeing this woman upset before him. Made him want to reach out to her and comfort Hermione for some odd reason. Yes. She is a woman now, not a child or a little girl, especially in that red outfit. His mind supplied for him that he firmly told to stuff it.

Moving up silently behind her, he then laid a hand on her shoulder in comfort, but it seemed only to make her jump slightly. Who could blame her? Your son called her a mudblood, and you had to pretend to hate her for your family's sake.

Lucius dropped his hand but still spoke as gently as he could. "Since I seem to have deprived you of your evening entertainment as a gentleman, I should offer my services instead." He purred near her ear than watch her back stiffen, and a gasp of surprise issue forth from those pink lips of hers dabbed with something to make them shiny.

Hermione spun around to gap at him after hearing his offer. "What are you implying, Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione tried to keep her voice as level as possible but knew she failed when it squeaked slightly at the end.

Lucius cocked an eyebrow at her than racked his eyes over her once more while licking his full bottom lip suggestively. "Here I thought you were supposed to be the brightest witch of your generation? If you do not understand what I am implying, then please, my dear, let me make it quite clear." In one swift move, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him than his mouth was covering hers in a searing kiss to end all kisses.

Hermione should have wanted to beat her fist on his broad chest. She knew she should scratch his face with her nails. She knew she should knee him in the groin then flee. She did none of these things because his mouth felt so deliciously wicked on hers. His tongue delved into hers with such expert ease, flicking and coaxing hers to play with his that she could not help but to give in.

When he finally pulled back to gaze down at her upturned face, the only thing she could do was stare dumbly at him, panting. Never had Hermione Granger expected to be kissed by a Malfoy. Not even if she lived to be a thousand would she have seen this coming. By the gods, he could kiss too. Lucius Malfoy was no boy she was pressed up against, no child who was into heavy petting. He was a man, a real man. He kissed like one, so she was pretty sure he would fuck like one too. At that moment, Hermione made her decision. She wanted him.

"Do you understand now, Ms. Granger." He purred against her lips, his deep voice like velvet across her nerves. His left hand splayed over her lower back right before the coat ended over her rear that had been covered in only a scrap of lace and some garters.

"Mr. Malfoy." She could not help moaning as she felt his other hand come up to the side of her face than slide to the back of her neck to keep her where he wanted her. One of her legs involuntarily slid up to wrap around his hip. A deep chuckle rumbled through him when he felt her do this.

"Lucius, please, and I think we understand each other just fine, don't we, Hermione?" Hermione felt her nickers dampen considerably at hearing her name role off his cultured tone.

"Yes." She panted slightly in return. Hoping he would kiss her once more or possibly do even more than that.

Lucius allowed his eyes to drop to her cleavage that the red bra she wore had pushed together and up. He usually could not say he was a fan of the color, but for her, he could become one.

"Tell me, Hermione, and the young man asked you to wear this for him. I take it you know each other well then?" As he spoke, Lucius had moved the hand that had been planted on her back up to the decalage of her chest, running the tips of his fingers back and forth over it, making her moan.

Hermione shook her head, minutely to his question. A whimper escaped her as she felt his lips kiss her right between the v of her breasts.

"No, we just began corresponding after meeting in Hogsmeade. He said he would be visiting here for a night to see a family member, and he wanted me to wear this for him when we rendezvous here in room 623." She flushed after admitting that she pretty much had been about to meet a perfect stranger to carry on with. "I know it was silly, but I wanted to have one last fling before leaving school, and I liked him, so I thought he might be the best person to give myself to because he sees me as sexy and a girl. Not a buddy, chum, or sexless." She flushed deeper and began to fidget with one of his buttons. Not being able to meet his eyes at revealing the knowledge that she still was very much a virgin at her age.

Lucius Malfoy's mind currently reeled from what the little Gryffindor had just admitted to him of all people. Maybe because they had just been in a passionate embarrass or perhaps because she did not fear him after all. The girl just admitted, though, that she is still counted amongst the innocent.

Lucius let out a fluent curse in French than pulled away slightly from her. "This will not do; this will not do at all." He mutters to himself. Lucius did not notice the crestfallen look that came across her face at his words and reactions.

"I am sorry, I will go." She uttered so softly it took him a moment to register what she had said. The next thing Lucius knew is that she had made it halfway to the door. Cursing again, he gave chase, realizing she had misunderstood him.

Hermione had just reached the handle and began to turn it before it had been pushed shut once more by a gloved hand propped over her head.

"Who said I we were done." He growled near her left ear. Hermione just looked over her shoulder at him in confusion. "If I am going to take that sweet little body and believe me, I am Hermione." He punctuated his words with a rock of his hips to her backside. That left no doubt about how much he desired her.

"I will not take you in a dark room with no bed and no light. I want to see all of you open and panting for me as I take you long and hard." As he spoke, his sinfully dark voice was whispering to her; he also nibbled her ear while running one gloved hand up and down her stomach in a caressing motion.

"Just give me a moment to create some ambiance." With that, Malfoy stepped back he pulled out his wand than taking off one of his supple gloves. He transfigured it into a makeshift bed than looked very inviting. "Now, for lights?" Hermione, without question, pulled her wand out than cast her bluebell flamed spell and a soft blue glow lit up the room.

She almost laughed at the look of amazement on his face as the little flames danced in the air, lighting everything up but casting shadows into the far corners.

"I do not think I am familiar with this spell. What book is it in. I might have to learn it because that could come in quite handy when I need light and cannot find a switch. Lucius looked over to her out of the corner of his eye. He watched a flush color, her cheeks prettily.

"Um, it is not in any book. It is of my design." Hermione looked sheepishly at him while fidgeting slightly. She could not be sure if he would be impressed, disgusted, or infuriated. With him, one could never tell how a Malfoy would react.

Malfoy stood, staring at her in shock. Here this witch who had not even turned twenty yet. Had admitted that she had created a spell already and a handy one at that. He could feel his blood heat more for her as the seconds ticked by, his trousers became uncomfortable very quickly. Scooping her up in his arms suddenly made her squeal slightly from the motion and caused her to wrap her arms around his neck. When he spoke, his voice had dropped to such a deep timber that he almost did not recognize it himself.

"Witch, I am going to take you. I am going to peal every article of clothing from that delectable little body of yours, and I am going to taste every inch. I will make you scream for more than and only then will once I have you a writhing sobbing mess will I place myself inside of you. Do not think for one second that I am going to stop after that either. I will plunder your honeyed depths time and time again until I have had enough." As Lucius spoke, he walked over to the bed and set her on it, and then he quickly got to work. First, peeling off his robs until he just wore his vest, shirt, and trousers. Reaching forward, he then took off the coat she had on since arriving.

Thankfully, the bluebell flames made the room slightly warmer than what it had been before, so her skin did not break out in goosebumps. That all changed when he ran his pale fingers from her neck, down her shoulders, until they intertwined with her fingers. Lucius gazed at her hungrily, his blue eyes devouring every inch of skin and silk. They took it as if they could not get enough.

"Do you have any idea how lovely you are, Hermione." His eyes shot to hers as he whispered such words. Hermione could only shake her head in denial. She had never been called beautiful or lovely before by anyone of her acquaintance. "No?" He questioned, arching an incredulous eyebrow.

Hermione shook her head again before answering his question. "No one has called me that except for you and Randle Witshire." She said, flushing. Hermione did not notice when Lucius reared back slightly to look at her face at hearing the name. She just spoke for the first time. "What was that name?"

Hermione repeated herself to him when he chuckled slightly. She did not understand what might be so funny. Though once his lips landed on her and his hard, firm body pressed against her softer one. She did not much care anymore—Forgotting all about the other in favor of the devastatingly handsome wizard above her.

At hearing that name, Lucius could not help laughing. So that was why she wore Gryffindor red and why the man he had driven off earlier sounded so familiar to him. He would not tell Hermione because she might end up hexing the person. Still, he could not help finding it slightly humorous in the process that he got to be here with her, and Randle did not.

Eventually, all thought of the other person fled his mind minutes later. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he could feel the heat of her core pressed against the bulge in his pants. No more thoughts came to him other than one, and that was how to remove her out of the outfit she wore as swiftly as possible.

Moving one hand over her to shoulder, he pulled one of the straps to her bra off than kissed her softly there. His lips moved from her shoulder, over her neck, to her ear. He nibbled the shell with his teeth than running his tongue over the sensitive flesh.

"By Merlin, witch, you are so deliciously sweet." He purred at her in a rough, gravelly voice. Lucius knew he had to taste her everywhere. Hermione moaned loudly at his words.

Hearing her loud cry, he realized that neither of them had cast any spells on the room other than the bed and flames. Quickly grabbing his wand, he fired off a silencing spell, a warding spell, and for added measure, a locking spell. Then he dropped his wand on the floor somewhere without a care for it at the moment. This sweet little witch became far more important after that.

Many thought Lucius Malfoy, a reprehensible scoundrel of the blackest kind. Many would claim he cheated on his wife with all sorts of witches and even some wizards, but all those stories were simply not true. He had always been faithful to Narcissa the entire time they had been married.

The gossip had come from the jealous, spurned woman who he had rejected the advances of, and a few men too. He had disregarded the rumors, and so had Narcissa thankfully, or she might have divorced him sooner.

So, it had been much time since he had a virgin beneath him in his bed, not since his wedding anyways. Lucius knew he needed to go slow and be gentle. Still, it became increasingly hard with this moaning, wanton witch who kept being responsive to every touch and kiss of his.

His head dipped down toward her cleavage, running his tongue through the valley of her breasts. Lucius pulled the straps down then hooked his fingers in the front to draw the cups off her breast so he could see the lush flesh with his own eyes and taste them with his mouth. Her nipples were a delicious Carmel color, and he wanted to suck on them for an indeterminant amount of time.

Hermione had never felt this pulsing need for anyone before. Lucius brought something out in her that she could not name and had never known existed. Not even with Randle had she felt the overwhelming sensation to let that person control everything and direct her the way they want too. She willingly gave up that to him.

He latched his mouth onto one perky nipple running his tongue back and forth over the sensitive peak while watching her through hooded eyes of her reaction. He brought his other hand up to play with the other one so it would not feel left out. Lucius continued to switch back and forth between them for some time; he could not get enough of the noises she made as he tortured her plaint flesh.

She writhed so wonderfully under him, her head tossing from side to side. her hair coming undone from the bun she had so painstakingly put it in, and her eyes were so full of desire that they now looked more back than brown.

"What do you want, kitten?" He whispered in his most seductive voice, wanting to put her at as much ease as possible. Hermione looked him in the eye and spoke only one word. "You."

Lucius tried not to groan at how husky her voice had become and the way that one word rolled off her tongue as if it were the sexist word in the world. Lucius never took his eyes off her while letting his hand trail downwards over her belly and down between her slightly parted legs. He did not even hesitate to slide his hand inside her underwear.

"You have me pet, what else do you wish." Tracing his fingers through her short, trimmed curls, he slipped his hand lover until it came into contact with her wet heat.

Hermione let loose a cry at the feel of his hand against her most secret place. A place she barely even touch herself. She wanted this. No, she needed this! If not tonight that she did not know when it might happen again. Wizards are not exactly beating down my door now, are they? Her self-deprecating thoughts became lost when she felt him slip a finger into her entrance pumping it in and out for a few moments. Then moving it upwards to find that little nub of flesh deep inside. When he touched moving his finger in a light circle before dipping it back down again, Hermione though her whole body would skyrocket off the bed from the overwhelming sensation.

"That seemed to make you stop thinking. I can tell when your brain is over analyzing things. You nibble on your lower lip." He chuckled against her ear then gave the shell a lick making her whimper as his fingers continued to tease her. After a bit, he then slid in two stretching her more.

Oh, Merlin! Hermione tried to stifle the wail that wanted to escape from her throat by placing a hand over her mouth. Still, Lucius did not seem to like that idea because he was quick to grab it and put it over her head.

"I want to hear your cries, witch. You will not deprive me of this." The growl that admitted from him as he lunged up over her settling his weight between her spread thighs. Lucius took her mouth once more, this time, not hesitating in plunging his tongue inside hers to swirl around and coax the appendage to play in return. He rocked his bulge against her so she could comprehend how much he desired everything about her.

Hermione clung to his broad shoulders as his kiss consumed her while his hand continued to tease her entrance making her whole-body shake and quiver. Finally, when the air became a necessity did, he only then release her mouth.

"Turn over, kitten." She heard him pant close to her, but at the same time, his voice seemed so far away because her head still swam from a moment ago. She did what he requested after a few moments, flipping over on to her stomach. Before she could ask what else, he had moved onto his knees behind her, pulling her and positioning her how he saw fit.

Hermione ended up on her knees with her bottom in the air. It felt a little disconcerting because she felt so exposed this way. It seemed to make him happy, though, for she heard him humming so she could not complain too much.

"I think it might be time to get rid of these." When Lucius spoke, his voice had taken on a rough quality that made Hermione shiver. She then felt him slide her knickers down over her rump past her knees and off her feet. Hermione could not help the shiver that passed over her body as she felt his hands run over her backside now that it had become from any restrictions.

Lucius stared down at this witch under her. She has such a lush arse. I just want to bite and suck the flesh or smack it and watch it also jiggle to see my handprint on her and watch such pale flesh turn a lovely shade of pink. She is new to all of this, so that I will wait for another time. If there is another time, suddenly, Lucius hoped there would be another opportunity such as this with this witch. When spoke again, he had to bite back all the things he wished to say to her but could not for fear of sending her screaming from the room. Instead, he thought it better to give her a command to follow.

"Spread your legs," she did but not enough for his liking. "Further. There you go, good girl." His deep voice praised her, making Hermione feel so wet and naughty as if she were his pet and him her owner.

Don't be silly; people do not do things like that. I am not his pet, and never would a man own me. By Merlin, though, does it feel so thrilling when he gives me a command, and I follow. His voice is so dark and rich sounding. Ugh, I never realized how sexy Lord Malfoy really could be until tonight. I know I always thought him refined and good looking…. oh, Merlin's saggy nut sack what is he doing? Hermione's train of thought became derailed suddenly when she felt the man behind her spread her open than something wet touch her between her legs.

She whipped her head around so fast that for a moment, she feared getting wipe lash, but when looking behind her, Hermione could not believe what she witnessed. Lucius Malfoy's face between her legs, and he seemed to be flicking his tongue against her center.

"Sir, you should not be doing something so unsanitary." Hermione knew she practically screeched it out while trying to cover her mound with her hand. Lucius, for his part, only cocked an elegant eyebrow at her before growling.

"Do not make me restrain you kitten because I will. Remove your hand and place it on the bed beside your head." She did as ordered but, at the same time, wondering why she followed his orders.

When Hermione did as requested, Lucius moved back into position behind her. He pulled her flesh apart with each thumb of his hands, then placed his mouth back to where it had been originally. Once in a while, he would glance up to make sure her hands stayed where he told them to. They did, of course.

Hermione became too focused on the pleasure Lucius Malfoy caused her with only his tongue. That she forgot all about her hands and any embarrassment she might have felt being in this position. Now she could only cry and plead as his tongue dipped into her core or moved down to flick against her clit in quick succession, causing her to buck and wail out for more. She felt his finger push inside her. Hermione thought she might lose her mind. He seemed to find something that made her see stars, continuously pressing it, causing her to shatter around his fingers. Her back arching while a scream tore from her throat.

Lucius watched the witch in red come apart on his fingers and mouth. He could not seem to get enough of the taste of her. She was so sweet, but he knew he could not hold out anymore. His length felt hot and heavy inside his trousers, so it would be time to get on with the main event.

Shame that I feel I could eat her all day and night and never get tired of it. Again, maybe some other time. Waving his hand, his clothes disappeared, and while she lay on the bed still shuddering from a post-coital bliss, he moved once more behind her. Nevertheless, this time he planned to bring her to orgasm in a much different fashion. One where they could both find release.

Pressing himself to her back, he then laid a hand against her belly and murmured the same spell to remove the rest of her clothes. He then rocked himself against her so she would have an idea of what he planned next.

"Are you ready, kitten? I am going to take you now. This is going to be the most comfortable position to lose your innocents, and the bonus is you will get to feel all of me when I work my way inside of you." Lucius purred in her ear, moving some of the tendrils of hair that had escaped her quaff. He then placed the head of his cock against her entrance and began pushing inside slowly.

At the feel of him beginning to enter her, Hermione felt her eyes go wide. He had not been kidding. She could feel every ridge and centimeter as he worked his way inside her tightness.

Lucius had to bite back a snarl and the urge to plow straight through into her waiting snug passage. "Bloody hell, you are so unbelievably tight. Oh, kitten, you feel amazing. Do you have any idea how hard it is not just to take you and make you mine." He could not help hissing through clenched teeth as he worked himself slowly in and out of her inch by inch until he came to her barrier.

She, on the other hand, felt enraptured as his length moved little by little inside. I do not see what all the women complain about. Oh, cerci, it feels so good. He is so thick and long and…

Lucius had pulled back then rammed himself through her barrier in one swift move, seating himself all the way inside. Hermione let out an ear-piercing shriek at the sudden fullness and breaking of her hymen. She did not wish for him to see her tears, so she buried her head in the coverlet and sobbed softly.

He let her cry, knowing the pain would pass. Lucius comforted her the best he could by laying kisses on her neck and back while murmuring words of caring, telling her to relax and that the pain would soon fade. It was okay to cry for the first time. After some minutes went by, he felt Hermione's whole-body sag.

"Are you alright, kitten," Lucius whispered against her neck to make sure he could get the go-ahead to move before he did it. After all, he was a gentleman and would never not have a lady's consent.

Hermione nodded her head slightly, only lifting her head up after she was sure her tears were dried. Even though Lucius had been kind and caring, she still did not want someone like him to see her tears if she could help it.

He leaned down and placed a kiss against her lips. The kiss turned heated after a moment, their lips locked, and that when Lucius began to move—pulling out, then plunging back in only slightly. When she did not wince or cry from pain is when he became bolder and moving fractionally faster or pulling out and sinking in deeper.

The noise she made became more encouraging, as well. They went from small little noises to mewling to outright wails of more and please harder. Lucius did not hesitate when he heard that and began to move harder and deeper. Bring one hand up. He started playing with her breasts. Squeezing them together or rolling her nipples between his thumb and for finger.

"Touch your self between your legs Hermione." He stilled his hips long enough to watch her move her hand down towards her neither lips taking pressing the tips of her fingers against her bud and rubbing. A soft cry escaped her. Lucius reared her blond head back to get a better view.

"That is, it kitten, you are tightening of so nicely. Keep doing that." He then began to pump his hips into her at a steady pace—flesh smacking against flesh, the only sounds within the room.

They went like this for some time. Hermione felt that coil inside of her began once more. She came so close to reaching that edge, but before she could fall over, Lucius paused than pulled out. Hermione wanted to rail at him for stopping, but suddenly he flipped her over. Grabbing both her legs, he slid them over his arms, bracing them on either side of his shoulders before sinking back into her in one push.

The move made him bottom out. It caused a sob of longing to be pulled from deep with her as his thrusts sped up. A faster pace being set than before. She had to grip onto the sheets as his hips began to drive against her while sexy growls emitted from his lips.

Hermione could feel her orgasm coming on once more like a freight train speeding towards her. The shrieks of more, yes, oh harder, she almost did not recognize coming from her mouth. He did everything she commanded when she commanded it.

"Come witch, fall apart all over me. I will catch you." She heard him pant next to her ear, his voice a low, seductive chant as he moved into deeper strokes, hitting inside of her till he could go no further.

Lucius watched her brown eyes shoot wide when he hit her cervix repeatedly. He watched her mouth drop open in silent surprise as she tightened up around his member that had found and hit that secret spot inside of her. He could feel his testicles drawing up but wanted her to release once more before he did.

Gazing into Hermione's eyes, as he continued to drive home into her snug walls, his blond hair swinging back and forth over them both, it danced against her flushed skin. It made a beautiful contrast to her pink-tinted flesh. Lucius could feel himself losing his grip on holding back because of the sight underneath him. Quickly reaching down, he found her little button and ran his thumb over it once, twice, and but the third time she had sunk her nails into his shoulders while screaming out her ecstasy to the rafters of the room. Lucius grinned down at her in that smug male satisfaction that he had made his witch lose all control.

After he began to push into her for all he was worth. He did not need much encouragement with her walls still fluttering around him in post-coital contractions. Lucius erupted inside with a groan than fell forward on to the dozing witch beneath him.

"That felt amazing, Lucius. Thank you." She softly murmured, her eyes already drifting shut with weariness and fatigue.

Lucius did not seem to hear her, though, if he did, he did not show it. His mind seemed to be racing all of a sudden. He knew he had to leave and quickly before he did something that they would both regret. I almost called her mine. She is not mine; this was a mistake. I need to leave and now. I cannot have this happen again.

Hermione knew none of this, though, because she had already slipped into the land of dreams. While she slept, Lucius gathered up his clothes threw them on, not caring in the slightest that they were rumpled. Just going to show his frantic state of mind to get out of there quickly. At the door, he took one more look back at the naked, sleeping witch. He knew he should regret what happened, but for some reason, he just could not bring himself too. Departing, he cast a charm on the door so no one could enter, but she could exit so no one would happen upon the room and take advantage of the situation.

"Goodbye, Hermione." He whispered with regret before beating a hasty retreat out of the castle and to the safety of his manor.