Sixth Year, Part 3, 1996

Her stomach lurched and Hermione had the uncomfortable feeling that she'd been squeezed through a very small tube and spat out the other end. She stumbled as the portkey dropped her… somewhere. She looked around in confusion. She'd expected to appear in the Kensington townhouse she'd visited, but she was definitely somewhere else.

This place was darker, both in decor and in overall feeling. She was in a room filled with dark wood-paneled walls, a large grey stone fireplace, and a mix of furnishings that looked like both muggle and magical antiques with a decidedly masculine feel to them. The magic here felt heavier somehow.

"Lucius?" she called out.

"Happy birthday, pet."

She spun at the sound of his voice to see him leaning against a doorframe, dressed in black trousers and shirt, having apparently shed his waistcoat and outer robes.

Her face lit up at the sight of him, and she launched herself into his arms. He returned her embrace and patted her curls, and she heard him laugh lightly under his breath.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"Scotland. Another Malfoy property, once frequently used as a hunting lodge, although I'm not sure the last time anyone actually stayed here whilst hunting," he said. "Come."

She followed him through the house, marveling at the apparent vastness of the Malfoy family fortune. According to Lucius, the home had been built in the early 1700s by Aurelius Malfoy and was "on the small side" with just six bedrooms. She caught glimpses of mountains and forest as they passed windows, and she thought the views were breathtaking. It felt very isolated and rustic but also luxurious, a perfect place for them to be alone together.

He brought her to a bedroom, but instead of steering her toward the canopied bed laden with tartan plaids and warm knit blankets, he led her to a brown leather sofa in front of the fireplace. The sight of the large bed with its plush pillows and blankets made something inside her quiver with nervous anticipation, remembering his promise that he planned to 'take her' once she was of age in the wizarding world.

"Sit here. I have something for you," he said.

"You didn't have to get me anything. You've done so much for me already with the books and the lessons."

"I do not need a reason to give gifts. I give gifts when they are deserved or when I choose. Open it," he said, handing her a small box wrapped in shiny black paper and tied with white ribbon.

She made quick work of the ribbon and wrapping paper, revealing a black velvet box. Jewelry, likely. Her pulse quickened at the thought of him selecting jewelry for her. Her hands trembled as she opened the box to find a stunning bracelet. It appeared to be made of silver or platinum and had delicate links that twisted around each other in a manner similar to the vines on her wand. In the center was a solid circular silver disk edged in a silvery vine pattern. Her initials were engraved in the center of the disk in an elegant swirling font. The entire piece shimmered and glinted in the light in a way mere muggle jewelry never quite did.

"Oh, Lucius, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed, holding it up to examine it more closely. It was simple yet elegant and exactly the sort of piece she might have chosen for herself. It warmed her heart to think that he knew her well enough to select something so utterly perfect.

He smirked. "It's far more simple than I would have preferred, but you cannot return to school clad in precious gems or something from the Malfoy vault. It would raise too many questions."

She stared at him wide-eyed at the implication that he wanted to give her jewels.

"This...no, it's perfect. It's the loveliest thing anyone has ever given me!"

He held his hand out for the bracelet, and she gave it to him, allowing him to sit beside her and fasten it onto her left wrist. It clicked into place, and she felt a wave of magic brush over her as the clasp vanished.

"It's imbued with magic?"

"Of course. You will not be able to remove it. Only I can do that. It functions not unlike those galleons you charmed to hide your activities from Umbridge last year. Oh yes, pet, I know all about that. You can use your wand to send short messages to me, and I you. I will see your messages in my ring," he said, showing her the Malfoy signet ring on his right hand. "This way I need not fear an owl message being intercepted, and I can reach you easily, even in the muggle world."

She was overwhelmed as she lifted her arm to admire the bracelet. "Oh Lucius, I love it! Thank you so much!"

"It also functions as a built-in portkey," he added. "You can activate it just as you did my letter today. It will bring you here to this property, and the wards will alert me that you are here. I cannot guarantee that I will arrive straight away, but in the event of an emergency, you can call for Mipsy from here."

"An elf?" she asked hesitantly.

He arched an eyebrow at her. "Yes. I heard all about your little crusade from Draco. Mipsy is treated well, pet. Should you have occasion to see her or speak with her, do not insult her by attempting to provide her with clothes. She is my elf and has been told that while you are here, she may assist you."

She hesitated for a moment. Lucius had been so kind, and she did not want to insult him, but everything Harry had ever told her about Dobby and Lucius weighed heavily on her mind.

"What is it?" he asked, noting her hesitation.

"Elves are sentient creatures, and I do not believe in slavery," she said carefully. "Elves don't deserve to be enslaved or treated cruelly."

"Elf magic is different from ours, and the bond between them and us is best described as, I believe the muggle term is symbiotic," he said.

Her eyes widened at the use of his scientific term, and she opened her mouth to respond, but he shushed her with a wave of his hand.

"This is yet another subject that should be explained in depth to muggleborn students well before they arrive at Hogwarts, but is regrettably neglected by the current headmaster. Let us retire this discussion for another day. I am not dismissing your concern, but I have limited time with you today, and I wish to make the most of it," he said. He reached for her hand again and pressed a kiss into her palm.

At once her thoughts about elvish welfare were replaced with a prickle of gooseflesh on her skin and the reminder that at some point today, she was going to end up in that bed with the beautiful wizard before her.

He pulled her to him then and kissed her until she was breathless and writhing against him. When the kiss ended, he gazed at her as he rubbed a thumb over her swollen bottom lip.

"What is it?" she asked in a whisper, unnerved by the intensity of his stare.

"What you did at the Ministry - I never would have anticipated anything of the sort. You are extraordinary, pet," he said in a low voice. "I am so fortunate to have you."

Hermione crawled into his lap in response and kissed him again, overwhelmed by his words and the implied sentiment. It wasn't a declaration of love, but it was still deeply meaningful to her.

His hands slid under the edge of her robes, over the lace tops of her thigh high stockings, and she rolled her hips the way he'd shown her the last time they were together, drawing a soft groan from his lips.

She gathered every bit of her Gryffindor bravery to end the kiss and whisper into his ear.

"Lucius, I want you to teach me. Teach me how to please you. I want you to teach me everything."

She dared a glance back at his face, wanting to see his reaction. His eyes narrowed slightly and his hands reflexively gripped her hips even tighter, almost to the point of discomfort.

"You don't know what you ask," he said, a hint of a threat in his words, a tone of warning in his voice.

"I do. I want you," she confessed.

His expression darkened and then his hands slipped from under her robes. She sat in silence on his lap, meeting his gaze as he removed her outer robe and dragged down the zip on her dress.

"Strip."

It was a command, and something inside her clenched involuntarily. She pushed herself from his lap and stood on shaky legs. He'd managed to undo most of the zipper on her dress, so she tugged it down the rest of the way and slid the dress from her body, standing before him in bra, pants, thigh high stockings, and black heels.

She was beyond nervous that he'd look upon her, judge her, and find her lacking in some way, so she was surprised when he looked her up and down and murmured, "beautiful," under his breath.

"Kneel."

She looked at him in wide-eyed surprise, and he arched an eyebrow at her.

"Don't make me repeat myself, pet."

She knelt carefully on the rug, placing her hands on his legs for balance and then inched forward so she was on her knees between his legs. Her eyes were drawn from his face to his hands as he silently unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers. He gripped her right hand in his and brought it to the noticeable bulge in his trousers. With his guidance, she palmed his erection, feeling the shape of his cock through his clothing before he guided her hand into his pants.

"Wrap your hand around my cock and slide it up and down."

She gasped at the feel of an erect cock in her hand for the first time. It was hard, harder than she would have expected and very warm, and the skin slid as she moved her hand as instructed. It felt big, and she tried not to feel nervous at his apparent size. Lucius lifted his hips and shoved his clothes out of the way, exposing his cock to her innocent eyes. She'd never given much thought to the appearance of the male anatomy, but now looking upon it for the first time, she thought him beautiful.

"Grip it harder."

She obeyed and decided that she liked the feel of his cock in her hand. It was a bit exhilarating to know that she was pleasing him, that she was the reason his voice was strained, and his hips were moving in tandem with her hand.

"Now use your mouth."

She felt his hand in her hair, guiding her head down before gathering her hair in his fist. She knew from the giggles and whispers of her dorm mates that men seemed to like it when a witch used her mouth there, but she wasn't entirely sure how to best go about it. Obviously using her teeth was a bad idea but…

"Use your tongue and lick me, pet."

She hesitated for a moment but then leaned in and flicked the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock, where a bead of moisture had collected. It wasn't a taste she'd ever describe as delicious, but it was not unpleasant. She repeated the motion with a broader swipe of her tongue, feeling braver this time.

Lucius shifted on the sofa and his hands flexed in her hair, massing her scalp as words of praise and instruction poured from his lips. He fulfilled her request to teach, telling her how to use her tongue, her lips, how to take the plummy head of his cock into her mouth and slide her lips as far down as she could, stroking the underside of his cock with her tongue. He taught her how to keep her hand fisted around the base of his cock and how to move it in concert with her mouth.

The more he talked, the more strained his voice became, and Hermione realized that despite her lack of experience, he was enjoying her efforts. He obviously seemed to enjoy the visual of his cock disappearing into her mouth, as he'd dutifully kept her hair out of the way. As she slid her lips back up his cock, she flicked her eyes up toward his face. He was breathing through his mouth, and his head was tilted back, an enraptured expression on his face. She couldn't help the involuntary moan that slipped from her lips and vibrated around his cock. His eyes met hers then, and he thrust, the head of his cock pushing much further into her mouth than before.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, she thought in a panic. He was in her throat, and her air supply was suddenly cut off, and she couldn't pull away, couldn't move back because he had such a tight grip on her hair and her head. She tried not to gag. Her eyes began to water, and panic rose in her chest from the lack of oxygen. She made an incoherent sound around his cock, drawing another groan from him.

"Fuck, yes! Like that. You look so good there on your knees with my cock in your mouth," he hissed.

He loosened his grip enough for her to pull her head back and inhale sharply through her nose.

"Again. Just like that."

He thrust again, and she did her best not to gag as his cock brushed the back of her throat. It was awkward, but she figured out the rhythm of when to take in quick breaths and when to swallow around his cock. This was… honestly a lot more complicated than she'd expected. It was not unpleasant, once the fear that she would choke or suffocate passed, and it was obvious that Lucius enjoyed it. She was certainly learning a great deal that was for sure, but she was not sure this was going to go on her list of favorite things to do.

Then she looked up. She made eye contact with him again, and she was floored by his expression of desire. An unfamiliar feeling settled in her then: power. He may have been corrupting her innocence on this day, but she realised with a start that she had an enormous power of her own. Lucius Malfoy, one of the most powerful, desirable wizards in the world was coming undone because of her. The breathless curses slipping from his lips were because of her. The erotic moans and groans were because of her. The way he looked at her in that moment, the way his hands clutched at her curls...it was power, and she relished it.

He warned her before he came, but it was obvious that he did not intend to come anywhere other than her mouth. It was also obvious when he did come that there was no other option than to swallow, as he didn't appear inclined to let go of her hair. When he finally released her, she discreetly wiped her mouth and told herself that she needed to learn a wandless, non-verbal charm to freshen her breath.

Lucius tugged her into his lap, still breathing hard as he curled her body around him.

"Oh pet, you are so good," he murmured, lazily stroking her curls.

She tucked her face into his neck and shoulder and smiled, pleased with this newfound feminine sexuality and power. Her body thrummed with magic and desire. This was so wonderful! No wonder witches were willing to service a wizard with their mouths. She'd initially thought of it as inherently submissive, but she was undeniably turned on by how he'd looked and sounded and reacted as she pleasured him.

"I liked that," she admitted softly after a few moments.

"Did you?"

"Mmm hmm."

"You really are a treasure," he said, pulling her into a kiss. She was surprised he'd want to kiss her after her mouth had been there, but he snogged her thoroughly and his hands cupped her breasts and slid between her thighs. She gasped and arched into him when his fingers stroked the damp gusset of her knickers.

"Mmm...you really did like that didn't you?" His voice was tinged with a hint of wonder.

"More!" she demanded, emboldened by her newfound sexual power.

He laughed and stood abruptly with her, making her shriek and wrap herself around him to avoid falling. He deposited her on the bed and quickly shed his clothes, stripping down to his pants before joining her.

"More?" he asked, arching an eyebrow and reaching around to unhook her bra. Her eyes widened at the practised ease with which unfastened the garment and tossed it aside, and then rational thought was gone as his lips closed around her nipple.

He pushed her back into the pillows, moving his body on top of hers to suckle and nip at her breasts. She wove her fingers into his silky hair and arched into his touch. Yes, this was good, so so good, she thought.

He released her and sat up abruptly on his heels, making her whimper in dismay at the lack of contact.

"Please don't stop!" she cried out, instinctively opening her legs for him.

"Oh pet, I have no intention of stopping. Not today. You're mine, and I want you completely naked," he drawled imperiously.

She watched with breathless anticipation as he removed her heels and slowly peeled one thigh high stocking and then the other down her legs, deliberately digging the tips of his nails into the soft skin of her inner thighs.

"I wore those for you," she said, noting the careless way he'd tossed them aside.

"They look better on my floor." His smirk was downright sinful.

He remained between her spread legs and smoothed his fingertips again over her knickers before he palmed her mound. She rocked her hips in response, wanting him to touch her more intimately.

"And this? Did you wear this for me too?" he asked, nodding at the black satin and lace undergarment.

She wanted to respond, but her voice was suddenly stuck in her throat. She nodded mutely and arched into his touch.

"Beautiful."

She gasped when he grabbed the low waistband of her knickers and roughly jerked them down her legs. Her knickers joined the rest of her clothing on the floor, and he pushed her thighs wide apart.

"You're so wet aren't you? Did having my cock in your throat do this?" he asked. His fingers worked a tantalizing trail up her legs and over the soft thatch of neatly groomed curls between her legs. Her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned but did not answer.

He slapped her inner thigh, and her eyes flew open in shock.

"You will answer me, pet. Did sucking my cock make your pussy wet?"

She blushed furiously at the coarse words but nodded.

"Was it sucking my cock or swallowing my come that made you so hot?" he prompted.

Oh God, she was going to die of embarrassment, Hermione thought. Somehow talking about the act they'd just engaged in was far more embarrassing than actually doing it.

"Both," she finally whispered. "I… I like to please you."

His grin was positively feral as he finally, finally slid his fingers through the wet folds of her body, making her cry out when he brushed a fingertip over her aching clitoris.

"Of course you do," he said soothingly. "You're such a good girl, aren't you, pet?"

His fingers were wicked, or charmed with some sort of spell. That was the only conclusion she could reach because she could not understand how he could touch her body so intimately for the very first time and make her feel like this. How did he know her body better than she knew it herself?

"I want to hear you say it," he prompted, pushing one and then two fingers into her tight channel. "Say that you're my good girl."

She moaned and writhed under him. "Yes! Yes, I'm your good girl, Lucius!"

His hand moved faster, and somehow fingers were thrusting inside of her and rubbing at her clit and pinching and tuggle at her nipple all at the same time, and it was an overload of sensation.

"Yes, you are. And good girls get to come," he said.

His voice, his words, were silk sliding across her body. Her eyes fluttered closed, and then, then he touched something inside of her, and her body jerked, and she cried out and clutched at his arm, at the bedding, at something, anything to anchor her. Before she could even wonder how on earth he'd managed to provoke that kind of sensation in her, he did it again, and again, and her body was not her own. It belonged to him, it answered his every command, and he wrung sensation from her, until her body was so tightly coiled she was sure she would snap and break apart into a million pieces.

"Come for me, Hermione."

She squeezed her eyes shut. It was too much, too much stimulation, too much sensation, too much everything, and she couldn't possibly bear it. Moans and whimpers and cries and words of praise, pleas of mercy slipped from her lips.

And then...bliss. Completion. Perfection.

Nothing she'd ever done to herself, no secretive touches in the night under her blankets could ever compare to the spasms of pleasure that washed over her.

She was still recovering from an overload of sensation, her mind still blank when he positioned his body over hers.

"Take a deep breath, pet."

She obeyed automatically, grateful that she did when she felt a stretch and pinching sensation deep inside of her and then, oh God, his cock was inside of her! She gasped for breath and pushed at his shoulders. He was big, too big, and he was going to rip her in two.

"Shhh," he whispered soothingly, nipping at her ear lobe. "You're still so tight, pet. Relax."

She tried to release any lingering tension in her body, still overwhelmed at the sensations overloading her brain.

"So big."

"You're okay."

He kissed her then, and his lips and tongue were soothing and distracting, and she relaxed without realising it, curling her limbs around him. He moved within her, sliding out and pushing back in, moaning with pleasure into their kiss.

What started out as too intense, too much began to feel good. She clung to Lucius as he moved, her nails inadvertently digging into his shoulders and back. He paused long enough to grab her wrists and pin them above her head before thrusting into her again and making her cry out. His grip on her wrists was almost too tight, almost painful, but what he was doing with his hips, his cock was a pleasant distraction, especially when he thrust deep and his pelvis bumped her clitoris and sent little shocks of pleasure through her body.

Even in her relative innocence, she could tell when he was about to come as the steady pace of his thrusts accelerated and his moans and breathing became ragged.. Lucius in the throes of passion was wild and beautiful, and she wanted to remember this moment forever.

He came with a roar and then collapsed on top of her, his body pressed deliciously against hers.

~oOo~

Thank you so much for your patience. I can't post from my work laptop, and that's all I had with me on my trip. I avoided this scene for the longest and wrote around it before eventually coming back to it because I wanted to get it just right. It's Hermione's first time so it needed to have the awkwardness of first-time sex but also be sexy, especially since she has such an experienced partner. And it also has to be relatively true to who these characters are. That's a tall order, but I am so happy with how this chapter turned out, and I hope that you love it as much as I do.

Cheers,

Elle