Thank you for all the nice reviews. I sincerely hope that you won't be disappointed (fingers crossed). This was something that popped into my head and wouldn't go away. Here's hoping that you enjoy it. Maybe not what you were expecting…..
Hermione felt the familiar pull of apparition and found herself no longer seated in the comfortable leather chair in the library, but on the edge of a large four poster bed. Her eyes darted around the room in alarm taking in the dark very masculine tones.
"What the…." She muttered out loud.
Hermione swallowed hard. Divested of his black shirt, Lucius Malfoy was leaning against a door jamb leading from what was obviously his bedroom to another room, his dressing room perhaps or a bathroom. Naked from the waist up, revealing a broad well-toned torso that she struggled to tear her eyes from. This was definitely more skin than she had ever seen on display and it was very unnerving. Quite gorgeous, but none the less very unnerving.
"Mr Malfoy!" Hermione's voice came out a few octaves higher than usual as she stood up indignantly, her legs wobbling slightly.
"Lucius, please" He instructed smoothly, not in the least bit perturbed by her demeanour or it would appear the fact that he was half naked in his bedroom.
"Miss Granger, or would you allow me to call you Hermione?"
He smiled, moving further into his bedroom. It was at this point than Hermione noticed something in his left hand glint. It wasn't his wand, nor was it his obligatory serpent headed cane. To her horror she realised it was a very sharp straight edged razor. Slightly open with what appeared to be a bone or ivory handle clasped between his long elegant fingers. Hermione gasped her brown eyes widening in absolute terror.
"There are some things that a man needs to do without the use of magic."
Totally oblivious it would seem to the fear he was inflicting on his young companion. He held the razor aloft with some considerable pride.
"It was most enjoyable talking to you" He declared matter-of-factly "And I thought we might continue, whilst I endeavoured to ditch the how was it you put it… grunge look."
Hermione's panic was replaced by total confusion as he chattered on. Her eyes drawn to his long fingers as he caressed the handle of the vicious looking instrument like a lover. Before sliding his thumb along the sharp blade.
Merlin's bloody teeth, the man was going to shave. Hermione slumped back down onto the bed. Gripping the silver coloured silk bedspread in a multitude of emotions, ranging from anger, to relief and a certain amount of incredulity.
"You could have bloody well asked." She spat at him.
Lucius was a little taken aback at her venom, not having given his spontaneous but well-meant actions a second thought. He then took in the situation he had unwittingly created.
He had without warning or consent apparated a young woman to his bedroom. A young woman he hadn't seen in a considerable amount of years. His son's friend and a woman with whom he did not have the most unblemished of histories. Now here he was, partially naked and holding what could only be described as a lethal weapon. Taking all this into account Lucius suddenly considered himself extremely lucky she hadn't reached for her wand and evanescoed him or worse!
His head dropped slightly and his pale face unbelievably flushed. That revolting mop of so called blonde hair falling over his face. Despite all of this, Lucius was unable to bring himself to apologise, because frankly he wasn't the least bit sorry, in fact with the exception of wielding the razor and clearly frightening the poor girl half to death, he quite liked the scenario. Hermione Granger on his bed, him half naked, what wasn't to like? His lower body stirred in agreement.
Having recovered from the initial shock of being apparated without any notice and then finding herself deposited on Lucius Malfoy's bed. Hermione waited for her breathing to return to normal. The sight of him clad in only a pair of well fitting, impeccably tailored black trousers was really not helping with that process at all.
Trying desperately to drag her eyes away from his surprisingly well-toned upper body with the spattering of dark blonde hair which she could now clearly see, Hermione's eyes once again fell on the glinting razor. Was he really going to use that she wondered?
The thought of him doing mundane things like shaving or showering hadn't occurred to her. She felt sure he would have a charm to cover both eventualities, saving any unnecessary Muggle type exertions.
Lucius noticed her wide brown eyes fall on the razor and then wander back to his face, her unspoken question obvious.
"As I said some things are better without the use of magic. Feeling the dangerous closeness of a very sharp blade and how soft and smooth it leaves the skin is one of those pleasures."
Talking of dangerous closeness...she didn't dare contemplate what any of the other magic free pleasures were, but Hermione's brain was way ahead of her and her face flushed at the contemplations. Heat suffusing her body.
Lucius caught the flush on her skin and couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking about.
She looked so pretty and waif like in the huge room. He had an overwhelming urge to scoop her up in his arms, hold her small body against him and experience its soft warm delights.
Trying to get the conversation back on some sort of track Hermione heard herself asking if he needed a steady hand and if it was very hard. Oh Merlin, not the best choice of words, Hermione silently berated herself. Rephrasing now would simply emphasise the double entendre, hopefully it had gone straight over Lucius Malfoy's head. The mischievous twinkling in his grey eyes and the raised eyebrow told her it clearly hadn't.
"Perhaps you would like to try?" He asked, in a dangerously low tone.
Hermione looked at Lucius as if he taken complete leave of his senses. "Try!" She exclaimed "On what may I ask?"
"Me" He said slowly in his aristocratic drool, extending his hand and the razor.
Hermione regarded the Dark Wizard as if he were completely mad. Her body was still trembling at the succession of shocks he had already inflicted on her system. Now he was prepared to let her loose on his devilishly attractive face with one of the sharpest implements she could ever recall seeing. Perhaps Draco should be more worried about his father than she had initially thought.
"Miss Granger, Hermione. I am sure that your learning skills are still second to none. I do not doubt for one minute my neck and face will be perfectly safe in your capable hands".
He regarded her shocked face with wry amusement.
"I am placing my trust, quite literally in your hands." He said smiling earnestly. "I am certain that in order to get you into this house my son will have told you I have changed. I am equally certain that despite your affection and loyalty to Draco you will have doubted this greatly and I do not blame you. Call this a leap of faith."
Hermione contemplated his words for a moment before moving a little closer to the intimidating man and carefully taking the glittering object from his outstretched hand. Her own shaking slightly, this was not a good start. She looked up into his striking but scruffy face and then glanced back at her own hand. "You promised Draco" That irksome little voice chided again. "Yes but not to slit his father's throat" she muttered inaudibly "I hope Lucius Malfoy has a reparo charm that works on severed arteries."
Silently she followed Lucius through into the next room.
Hermione felt as if she had entered an inner sanctum. His bedroom was intimate of course, but this was something completely different, somehow more personal. An almost cave like sanctuary in varying darkening shades of purple and grey. Nothing like she had imagined, not that she had spent any time imagining Lucius Malfoy's bathroom. If she had however, a spectacular marble fireplace and a black freestanding tub with silver lion's feet would not have pictured highly in the mental image. But they were the two items which dominated the room, which was almost as big as the one adjoining it.
Incredulously it occurred to Hermione, prior to his vagrant look, this was a room where Lucius Malfoy liked to spend time. Recalling how he always used to look she could understand why. It was like a Muggle Spa, a very exclusive Muggle spa.
Lucius watched with interest as Hermione surveyed the room, her eyes darting curiously from one object to another, dropping down into a small armchair he made himself comfortable: One leg draped casually over the other. A very bizarre sense of delight ebbing through his veins.
The hot moist towel had felt so good as she'd wrapped it around his face, allowing it to cool as he had instructed, before removing and repeating the action. He had tried not to laugh when her tentative fingers had dropped the small badger brush before adroitly applying lather to his face and neck.
Their eyes had met and there had been a brief pause before Lucius felt the cold scratch of steel against his skin. A fission of apprehension and heady delight coursed through his veins it was a strangely potent cocktail, which heated his blood.
He had shown her how to hold the implement and the angles to use, he was however still expecting a hesitant touch. He was pleasantly surprised at the firm confidence with which she applied and handled the blade, her other hand keeping his flesh taught so as not to cut him.
Even in such a mundane gesture her hands felt thrilling against his skin. His eyes fluttering shut as her actions became even more assured and the sharp blade dragged across his face, he relaxed against her touch. Only the gentle sounds of the razor scraping his skin, the odd splash of water and their breathing could be heard in the still room.
Lucius couldn't remember the last time he had felt so peaceful and at ease. Ironic really considering someone who had once hated him so much, had a razor to his throat.
He savoured the moments, it had been a very long time since he had enjoyed the sensation of someone touching him in any way, or doing something for him, no matter how modest the task. Actually what he was relishing was the fact it was Hermione Granger touching him, doing something for him, after everything that had happened. And those feelings weren't borne out of some ridiculous sense of supremacy, he was genuinely revelling in her touch.
Lucius was also experiencing something else he hadn't in a long time, fortunately a large black towel dropped in his lap was hiding that.
Something's are better without the aid of magic he had said. With that in mind Hermione had been determined to do this without any calming or steadying spells. She concentrated hard, willing her hand not to shake. Shaving anyone with this instrument of torture would be task enough but Lucius Malfoy!
How in Merlin's name had this even happened? A few hours ago she was convinced the dark wizard wouldn't give her the time of day and this certainly wasn't how she had envisaged helping Draco's father.
Her concentration waned momentarily, she felt the blade judder and she held her breath waiting for the sight of his red or would that be blue blood, to streak the white lather that covered his face. Fortunately it didn't come, Hermione let out a sigh of relief drawing her attention firmly back to the task in hand. Amazed as her steady strokes cut uniformly through the thick soap leaving silky smooth skin in their wake.
She found the process oddly therapeutic and curiously satisfying as little by little his face became more recognisable. It was a peculiar sensation, the way she could almost feel his skin through the blade, as if were an extension of her fingers. By the time she reached his chin and top lip Hermione was in an almost trance like state, so deep was her concentration.
The rich creamy lather had dripped onto his lips and Hermione used the soft pad of her thumb to remove it. The action much slower than she had intended it to be as she traced the outline of his slightly parted mouth.
Lucius's eyes drifted open, watching her through his hooded gaze. She wasn't looking at him at all, just his mouth, totally absorbed in what she was doing. Typical Hermione he thought absently. The innocuous action was so incredibly erotic it sent a wave of excitement through his already aroused body, causing a pulse to throb in his neck. He closed his eyes once more and stifled a groan as she ran her small hand over his now smooth face.
"How did I do?" She asked. Breaking his reveries and taking a stepping back to admire her handiwork, totally oblivious to the effect she was having on her subject.
Lucius sat up carefully in the chair shifting uncomfortably and thankful for the towel that still rested in his lap.
"Are you ok?" She asked watching his rather awkward movement.
"Just a little stiff" He replied, managing to keep his face straight and giving nothing away. "It's that old age I mentioned"
Hermione raised a neatly plucked eyebrow. "I very much doubt it" She said, her eyes once again falling upon his well-toned upper body, a man 10 years younger would be only too proud of.
Lucius smirked running his own hand across his face. "Impressive, no nicks, blood or bits missing…. very impressive but then I expected no less."
Hermione wrinkled her nose at him. "You just need to fix this now." She touched his hair, like she were picking up something very unsavoury.