Chapter 6

Hermione woke up to the sound of her son gurgling and baby talking in the other room. She shot out of bed when she heard a deeper voice in his room with him talking. Hermione forgot about yesterday's events completely. She was running into the room, unmindful all about her inappropriate dress. Once she reached the door, Hermione skidded to a halt at sight before her.

There stood Lucius Malfoy, her son's father, holding him and cooing softly. When she came stumbling in, he looked up to where she stood and watched his eyes go wide at the sight of her attire. Hermione never thought she would see the great Lucius Malfoy blush, but he seemed capable of it after all because he did just that,

"My Hermione, you do have a fetish for skimpy clothing." His eyes averted from her form to settle safely on their son, who gurgled happily. She had forgotten her clothing for a moment in her panic. "How did you get in here, Lucius?" She could not help sniping at him while summoning a robe to wear.

Lucius quired a questioning brow at her snarling attitude. Responding as politely as he could. "Did you or did you not say I could visit Leo today?" His lips quirked up in the corner as if to dare her to argue with him about it.

"I did, but I did not say this early in the morning. Once again, how did you get into my room?" Lucius sighed as he looked back down to his son. "I knocked this morning then tried the knob. Your door had not been warded or locked after last night. I came to check on my son and you as well to make sure both of you were safe; this is not a very smart habit to have Ms. Granger." His tone was chastising, and it grated on Hermione's nerves. She thought back, though, and tried to recall if she had indeed locked the door or not. Hermione did not remember doing so; she felt shame for forgetting something so important, but to be fair, she had been distraught over the whole day.

"You might be right that I did not remember to lock or ward my room, but nor does it give you the right to barge into it regardless." She lifted her chin in a show of stubbornness and defiance. Hermione would not let Lucius think he could walk all over her just because he found out he had a child with her now.

Something in Lucius's eyes flashed dangerously as his eyes settled on her once more. Setting Leo down gently back in the crib, he moved towards her as a predatory would stalk his prey. His blue eye gleamed with a look, Hermione did not recognize and could not name. It scared her though she backed up quickly, not realizing she had moved subconsciously towards her own room. Lucius said nothing until both had entered, and the door had shut, a silencing ward than erected to keep any noise from disturbing their son.

Hermione tried not to show any fear or tremble as Lucius came closer to her. She would not give into him this time. She would not let him seduce her only to walk away unaffected, thereby leaving her broken on the floor, crying again.

Hermione let loose a gasp when suddenly she felt his hands on the belt of her dressing gown tugging it so it would fall open. She tried to put a hand on his chest to push him away. He placed a hand over hers stopping her from doing so and sliding one finger under her chin to tilt her face upwards so he could look directly in her eyes than he spoke. His next words nearly made Hermione turn incensed with anger.

"If you did not wish me to come over, then why did you say I could? You never set a time, Hermione, so I figured I could come at whatever time might be convenient for me. "He fingered the strap of her nighty in contemplation. "Besides, if you did not wish me to come and see you in such clothing, you would have worn something more decent. Or were you expecting someone else again, and I got in the way of your affair once more." Lucius could not help the words spill out of his mouth. A surge of anger and jealousy at the idea of someone else touching, tasing, or laying wand to his little witch made his blood boil. He wanted to claim her as his, but if she were with another, he could not and would not do so.

Hermione gasped in hurt and anger at his low blow at the reminded of how they came together the first time, thereby creating Leo.

"How dare you." She hissed while jerking away from him, physically moving further away from him so his touch would not affect her so. "You who walks in here thinking he can kiss me and tease me only to walk away later as if nothing happened. I am not a toy Lucius to pick up and discard when it pleases you most. I happen to own no other nightclothes than stuff such as this because it makes me feel pretty. I have been with no other than you since Leo had was conceived, up until now. You do not get to come in here accusing me of waiting for another man when I have only ever been waiting for you!"

Hermione would have said much more, but she did not get the chance to because the next thing she knew was Lucius stood in front of her. His hands grasped her shoulders, and his mouth charged down onto hers in a hungry, rough soul-searing kiss. When he finally pulled back, both panted from the intense feelings that surged inside both of them.

"Tell me to go, Hermione." His voice ground out as he pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes shut while trying to maintain his composer with this witch. "Tell me to leave now and not come back because if you do not, I am going to have you. I am going to fuck you into that mattress over there, and anywhere else I can until we both cannot move. Do you understand?"

Hermione did not get the chance to answer because there came a loud shrieking wail that told her Leo wanted his presence known. Both adults groaned at it. Hermione began to move past him and out the door, but he stopped her by grabbing her wrist. She turned to look back at him and felt her breath catch in her throat as his gaze pierced her, freezing her where she stood.

"You did not answer me. Take care of our son and then come back, which I will hear your answer." Hermione could only nod words choked her too much as the force of his stare spoke much without him saying a word. It was all there in his eyes. The desire, need hunger, possessiveness, lust, and caring.

She quickly exited out the door as fast as possible to take care of Leo's needs before she could take care of her own. Leo cooed when he saw mommy coming, holding his chubby little arms out, asking to be picked up. Hermione did just that, then walked over to their chair and sat down. She took him to her breast so he could nurse after he finished with one, she switched him to the other. All the while thinking about Lucius in the other room waiting for her, she felt nervous and anticipation of the idea of them being intimate once more. Would she please him? She had only ever been with him.

Hermione looked down to see her son sleeping in her arms once more. Picking him up, she placed him in the crib than made her away back to the room on shaky legs. She did not even make it into the room before she felt two strong arms around her middle. "I take it Leo is asleep once more." She heard him purr into her ear while pushing her hair aside, nuzzling his face against her neck. Hermione felt her breath hitch as he pulled her back against him, and she could feel his length press into her arse.

"Lucius," came her soft, panting moan while she wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with his long, silky hair. "I want you."

"And I, you pet. I, too, have not been with anyone else since that day. I have focused only on Draco and myself of getting well after the war."

Lucius squeezed her middle while he buried his face in her soft curls. His lips trailed a path from her ear down the slope of her neck then to her shoulder. They left a fiery brand on her skin were ever they touched.

He very much wanted to peal this lingerie off her and bend her over the nearest surface and drive himself into her sweet depths. Two years it had been for both of them, and neither wished to wait a moment longer.

"You are going to have to model everyone one of your skimpy little outfits for me later, my darling, but for now, I wish to take it off you so I can see all that pretty package."

Hermione flushed at his words. She became slightly nervous than thinking of how her body had changed since having Leo; she was not as thin as she used to be, and her breast was heavier. Thankful, she had not gotten stretch marks as many women did because of her lotion routine, but still, she felt self-conscious about her body none the less.

Lucius must have picked up on her apprehension; he turned her around to face him. "Is something the matter Hermione? Do you not wish to do this after all? If that is the case, all you need to do is say so, and we will stop."

Hermione shook her head in denial while rubbing her hands over her arms. "It is not that Lucius, I fear you will not find my body appealing after having a baby. It is not the same as when we first were together." She looked down at her toes, waiting for his scorn or jibbing words. They thankfully never came.

Lucius did have to chuckle slightly, though, for him not to find her attractive would be a hard thing to accomplish indeed. No matter what Hermione looked like, he would find her beautiful, and he told her so.

"Darling girl, your body is beautiful to me no matter what. Let me be the judge of how this lush little body of yours looks shall we." Hermione looked up at him, then nodded. Lucius had begun stroking one of her much heavier breasts. He honestly could not wait to taste her again.

Reaching up, he pulled the straps down over her shoulders; the material fell to her waist only to catch on her hips, which were much rounder since having Leo. Lucius loved it though more to grab onto when it came time.

Pushing the slinky fabric all the way, so it pooled onto the floor, Lucius then took a step back, taking her all in. He groaned lowly at sight. This witch was lovely and did not even know it. Yes, she had filled out slightly, but her belly had a nice soft roundness to it, and her hips flared out more than before, but there was nothing about her that he did not desire.

"Come here." Lucius breathed huskily to her. She stepped into his embrace, and Lucius instantly buried his hands into her silk curls, tilting her face up to his for a soft, gentle kiss. When he pulled back, he spoke in a no-nonsense tone. "Do not doubt that I want you, Hermione, because I do." Lucius began to back her up towards the bed while hungrily kissing her mouth, his lips traveling down her neck to her shoulder. Hermione felt his tongue flick against the sensitive flesh where her neck met her shoulder, his teeth scraping against it as well.

"Lucius, please, I need you. It has been too long."

Lucius groaned. "I agree, darling, I do not know if I can be very patent." He vanished his clothing. He quickly cast a contraceptive charm on over her bell really quickly. Hermione just looked at him questioningly. Lucius chuckled before responding.

"Darling, unless we are planning to give little Leo a brother or sister, I suggest we use this in the meantime to keep safe until we are ready."

Hermione felt her eyes grow wide as a dawning understanding fell upon her. Of course, a contraceptive spell, why did I not think of such things the first time or this?

Because before you were too naive, and now your emotions and desires for this wizard have overridden, your good sense is why.

Hermione's brain supplied snidely to her. Funny how that voice sounded suspiciously like Professor Snape's voice in her own mind. She was shaking her head to dispel the swotty voice away so she could get back to matters at hand.

Lucius watched the emotions play over his witch's face as she processed things. He felt she was over thing everything too much, so he decided to remedy that. Lifting her, he pulled her naked body against his than tossed her on the bed cause a squeal of a surprise to issue forth from her throat.

Standing there in all his pale golden glory, Lucius stared down at her, his blue eyes taking Hermione in was she laid. Sprawled out on the bed, her legs slightly parted, her chest heaving from the adrenaline of being thrown.

She was simply beautiful, and Lucius hoped he would be the last wizard ever to get to see her like this. He had been the only wizard apparently by what she had said. That made him extraordinarily proud of the thought.

If he remembered correctly, she enjoyed being told what to do while having sex. Lucius had no problem ordering this witch around. A grin slid across his face as an idea come to him.

"Hermione, I want you to put your hands over your head and keep them there." He watched her eyes go wide again, but she did as he requested. Lucius crawled on the bed next to her then lay down. "Do not move, no matter what, understand?" His voice purred against her ear, tickling the fine hairs there and making her have to catch her breath. She could only nod.

Lucius continued to speak. "Last time, I did not get to play with you as I wished too. If I had, I would have done much more with you and for hours on end." While he spoke, Lucius skimmed a hand from her lips, running his fingers softly across her bottom lip. Hermione wanted to tease him in return, so she parted her lips and flicked her tongue out to taste the tip that rested there.

Watching her tongue peek out made his eyes grow heated, and a devilish smile turned up the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, you are a minx, aren't you my pet. Well, two can play at that game. "

Lucius moved his head down towards her chest. At the same time, the hand that had been at her mouth skimmed over her throat, down over her chest, to pluck a rosy nipple, then across her belly, until it traveled to in between her thighs.

Hermione squirmed deliciously as Lucius teased and toyed with her. He was never touching her exactly where she wanted it, but she did not worry. She knew he would satisfy her eventually.

When that eventually turned into five minutes, then twenty, Hermione began to grow impatient, needy, and frustrated. She wanted to move her hands from the top of the bed to touch herself or direct him to where she needed his hands and mouth to be.

Lucius had kissed her in every place from her neck down that were not places he knew would bring her satisfaction, such as her lips. Her breast though he very much wanted to or her wet core. Lucius had focused on every other place though making her pant, whimper, or cry out softly. He had shown her all of her other erogenous spots, though.

As his teeth came into contact with the sensitive flesh over her ankle, he watched in shocked amazement as her whole body shuddered. A high pitched wailing noise issued forth from her throat. If he did not know any better, he would swear she had an orgasm.

Hermione watched the gorgeous man above her with his long flowing white hair. Well-muscled form with the pale flat nipples and broad chest bring her to a shuddering climax without having to do anything other than kiss and lick certain areas.

"Hermione darling, did you reach completion without me touching you?" Lucius stared down at the witch in amazement. He had heard of such things but had never seen it happen before. When a blush stole over her face than traveled down to almost the middle of her chest.

"I did not mean too. It just happened while watching your lips and teeth on my ankle." She stated defensively in return.

Lucius lunged over her, his large body covering all of her softer, smaller one. His eyes blazed down at her with every emotion he felt at the moment. No one had ever wanted him and desired him the way this witch did. Lucius thought he would wait no longer, his need for her unquenchable.

Quickly devouring her mouth with his, he lined himself up against her than thrust forward in one smooth stroke. He had no worry she would not be read because of moments ago. Lucius felt his eyes almost roll into the back of his head as her tight sheath enveloped him.

"Lucius." Hermione sobbed as he claimed her body once more. He stretched her body to accommodate only him. Hermione felt so full that it brought tears to her eyes.

Lucius stayed very still, giving her time to adjust to him once again. He had to close his eyes and breath in deeply to try and keep calm. She felt so tight around him as if she were virginal all over again.

When after a few minutes, she began to shift under him impatiently did he then pull back and thrust forward. The couple clung on to each other, pushing and pulling. Their lips sliding against one another's in a heated kiss to tell each other without words how they felt.

Lucius gripped her hips, and Hermione wrapped her legs more securely around his waist as he pumped into her at a faster pace. The only sound in the room was their mingle breaths and flesh slapping against flesh, each trying to reach for that ultimate goal.

Eventually, the couple crashed over the edge of oblivion together, both crying out the other's name in abandonment. As they collapsed back onto the bed, Lucius made sure not to crush her with his weight by rolling on to the side of her.

Hermione stared at the ceiling while Lucius stared down at her while propping up his head on his hand. Neither spoke to lost in post-coital bliss for words.

Eventually, reality set in though when Leo gave a cry from the other room, and Hermione got up, threw on a bathrobe, then padded out into the bedroom to scoop up her son and play with him. Eventually, Lucius came back out fully dressed and looking as regal as ever.

"Would you like me to stay with him while you go and get freshened up?" He looked at her hopefully as she cuddled her son tickling the boy playfully. At hearing his father's voice, Leo reached out to Lucius, and to both their unexpected surprise, he looked right at him.

"Da," Leo said in baby talk. Lucius sucked in a breath while Hermione gasped. Her son had not spoken a word in all this time. Tears came to her eyes at hearing his first word ever. "That is right, Leo he is your daddy." She handed Leo over to Lucius, who looked down at the boy in wonder.

Lucius did not know what to say. He felt blow away that Leo would call him Da in such a short amount of time. He looked up at Hermione and smiled brilliantly. "You must get called ma all the time?" Hermione only shook her head.

"Leo has never spoken a word until today. You, Lucius, are his first word, congratulations." She tried not to feel bitter. She tried to be happy for him. Still, a small part of Hermione could not understand why her son had felt the need to say his first word ever to a veritable stranger than to her who had been there for him always. The baby books said that you could not determine what your child's first word might be, and you never know when it would come. She had always hoped though that it would be her title.

Lucius must have sensed how she felt because, as he looked down at Leo, a soft smile came to his lips as if he recalled another memory. "If it is any consolation, Draco's first word was Sev because he could not say, Severus. Not mum, not dad, not even Triffy. Nope, it was while Severus had been holding him that he blurted it out to the shock of Narcissa, myself, and Severus. Narcissa cried for twenty minutes, thinking she was a horrible mother because Draco said someone else's name and not ours. I had to console her by telling her that babies when they are ready to talk, will say the first thing that comes to them. It has nothing to do with how good or bad the parents are. That seemed to help.

He looked up over to her slyly. "Am I going to have to do the same for you, Hermione?"

She shook her head, no. "I have read all the baby books. I know what to expect, but I won't lie and say it does not hurt that being his mother, I would not be his first word, but someone who just came into his life is."

Lucius nodded. He understands her feelings. "I do not blame you for feeling that way. I have to admit, though, it felt nice to be someone's first anything once more." He leered at her slightly so she would catch his meaning without having to say it in front of their child—Hermione giggles before replying.

"Don't be naughty, Lucius. Haven't you had enough?"

As an answer, Lucius reached out and pulled her to him with an arm around her waist, before kissing her lightly on the lips. One of his hands sliding down to cup her bottom as he whispered. "You witch, never could I get enough."