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However much she had loathed Lucius Malfoy in the past, Hermione had to admit she'd often wondered with childlike curiosity which had shamefully developed into somewhat of an adolescent fixation, what it would be like to run her fingers through his long sleek blonde hair. Right at this moment in time the answer was, Yuk not very pleasant.

Lucius frowned at her. Much as he might want to convey a thunderous expression of annoyance at her exaggerated gesture of revulsion and wrinkled nose, it actually made him smile. He had to acknowledge she was right, she was holding the proof distastefully between her fingers.

"Is that another of your magic free pleasures?"

Lucius raised an amused eyebrow as her pretty face flushed once more at the words. "But of course it is my dear, just look around you." He articulated his point with an elegant sweep of his hand.

Hermione wondered if this was the same melancholy man she had been talking to in the library not two hours ago. Drowning his sorrows in Firewhiskey and apparently feeling his age! The same man that Draco had pleaded for help with because he had sunk into a dark depression. As now it appeared that same man was having some fun and clearly at her expense. She should have felt aggrieved but she didn't, in fact she found the entire situation quite enjoyable. She also felt a little smug that this drastic turn of events seemed to be solely down to her, who had done very little, save a little verbal sparring and a shave.

How could a simple pleasure as he called it bring about such a transformation in a man?

A lot of things had changed in the last few years. A lot of things had changed in the last hour or so.

"Hmm I think Mr Malfoy, you have more bottles and lotions than I do"

"Lucius" He corrected, his palm still appreciatively stroking his newly shaved jawline.

Suggesting that Hermione Granger take a razor to his face was one thing, if nothing else but for the pure novelty and curiosity of doing something she had perceptibly never done. Proposing anything else might be chancing his arm just a little bit. She was after all here as a favour to his son. Hmm but then again Draco had asked her here for his benefit too, that much he had ascertained. But that might be stretching the point just a bit too far. The prospect of explaining to Draco why Miss Granger had left his house so quickly was not a conversation he wanted to have. That was off course if she left him in a position to explain anything.

As a child Hermione remembered the out and out torture of having her bushy main of wild hair washed, dried and brushed by her mother. Lifting one of the copious bottles of shampoo that adorned the glass shelves she turned to face Lucius, devilment getting the better of her.

"Is this something else I should try?" She asked in feigned innocence, a wicked smile lifting her lips. Was she poking the bear just a little too hard she wondered?

Lucius ran a contemplative finger and thumb along his now very smooth chin. His penetrating grey eyes locking with hers.

"Why do I suddenly feel more alarmed than I did at the prospect of having you take a three inch blade to my face?"

Hermione heard Lucius mutter something and the large black tub behind her began to fill, a gentle mist of steam filling the air. Her mouth suddenly going dry. In her head she had envisaged him bent over the sink or the tub not in it, not naked! Her entire body flushed from the tip of her toes to the roots of her hair. Merlin how was she going to get out of this without looking like an embarrassed little girl. Which right at this moment was precisely how she felt!

Her brain didn't have time to process the thought any further or formulate any reasonable objections. It was too busy processing the sound of a belt buckle being unfastened and the soft whir of a zipper dropping. She hoped the gentle mist of steam would turn into a swirling fog…

The irritating little voice was back, screaming at her to turn her back or find something, anything to remove from a shelf. She found herself silently chastising it and telling it to sod off, totally transfixed by his unhurried and inconsequential movements. He neither rushed nor belaboured the action.

Staring was rude but she couldn't help it, her eyes shadowing his every move. He was simply stunning. Embarrassment gave way to a much more adult emotion, heat pooling low in her belly.

As he slipped the trousers down over his broad hips, Hermione couldn't fail to notice the lower part of his body was as well defined as the top half. That glorious pale skin reminding her of some perfect sculpture. Her tongue moistened her suddenly very dry lips and she swallowed hard. Desperately trying to drag her eyes away from the narrowing trail of blond hair.

Hermione wanted to tell herself that this wasn't happening, the immaculately tailored pants sliding down his long muscled legs and pooling around his ankles told a very different story.

Lucius stepped from the dark puddle of material at his feet without a second thought and lowered himself into the tub.

As he submerged himself in the hot water he took a very deep breath, sorely tempted to wandlessly change the temperature to ice cold.

If the truth be told he'd been certain that Hermione would turn away, not that he had wanted her to, but he hadn't intended to strip in that way either. It was just, as a man it was impossible not to enjoy the way her eyes had roamed appreciatively over his body, how her skin had blushed as she did so.

What Lucius hadn't been prepared for was his own reaction. A rush of arousal he could handle, so to speak. His body had been all too acutely aware of her since she had first touched him. The surge of emotion that flooded his body as she took in his naked form was something he hadn't anticipated, it caught him completely unaware.

A deluge of water over his head put paid to any further thoughts on the subject and he spluttered pushing his wet hair from his face.

"A little warning would have been nice" He grumbled.

"Ha" she said depositing a second cup over his head. "Now you know how it feels"

"Hmm, I think my son has a lot to answer for…..… Mmmmm that feels gooooood"

The long rather sensual moan was out before he could stop it. Hermione's small thin fingers kneading his scalp, the aroma of his very expensive shampoo invading his nostrils.

The pressure against his neck was glorious, her strokes alternating between feather-light and tantalising, to firm and reassuring. Lucius was completely lost as her hands worked their own kind of magic, one coming to rest on his brow as she massaged the base of his skull, her fingers strong and steady. She ran her hands nimbly across his head, all the time working the sandalwood scented gel into a frothy lather. Pausing at his temples her thumbs moved in small mesmerising circles. Using her slender fingers like a comb, her neatly manicured nails scrapping deliciously against his scalp, she dragged his hair back from his face. Rubbing it like you would a child's against the nape of his neck.

He felt Hermione gently guiding his head back, so his face was tilted towards her. Supporting his neck she allowed his hair to fall over her arm and down his back. She wasn't looking at him Lucius noticed, regarding her from beneath his partially closed eyes. Her gaze was fixed firmly on his hair, a smile quirking her lips as she stroked the foam away from his face. He felt another cascade of water being poured over him much kinder than before. This time her warm brown eyes met his stormy grey.

For a second time Hermione had to concentrate hard. Initially it had been so as not to sever any major arteries or take chunks out of his desperately handsome face. Her concentration now was all a pretence. Well outwardly anyway. Washing hair, even Lucius Malfoy's took little skill or effort. Keeping her mind and body under control whilst she did so was another matter entirely. She fixed her eyes on the long blonde locks that slipped between her fingers, avoiding looking anywhere else. The briefest glimpse of his hard body had left Hermione tingling with a need she was trying hard to supress.

She was wavering between wanting to put as much space between her and the powerful enigmatic man as was humanly possible or jumping in the tub with him. The rather husky moan that emanated from his lips as she rinsed the last remnants of the spicy smelling shampoo from his hair was drawing her strongly towards the latter.

Perhaps the infliction of a little pain would put paid to the throaty sounds he was making! Hermione, ran her hands harshly over his long clean mane, the hair squeaking as she dragged it back from his temples and squeezed out the excess moisture. Bunching it at the base of his skull forcing his head backwards and allowing their eyes to meet once more.

Her breath hitched….. There was the face she recognised His eyes now almost the shade of slate, totally unfathomable. Those stunningly sculpted high cheekbones, his beautiful alabaster skin and that infamous smirk.

Lucius didn't move, holding her gaze pointedly. He could see the emotions dancing across her face, she was torn, between what he wasn't entirely sure. But something deep down inside him hoped one of the choices was to kiss him. The way she was tugging on his hair was incredibly erotic, although something told him that wasn't supposed to be the idea. As her hands tightened in his now beautifully clean hair, he couldn't help another soft moan that escaped his lips. Watching as Hermione's chewed once more on her bottom lip, it took every inch of willpower he possessed not to reach out and touch her.

Oh Merlin she wanted to kiss that arrogant mouth, taste those incredibly soft looking lips.

Practically transformed visually back to the Lucius Malfoy she knew and up until about two hours ago, despised, Hermione realised he was quite simply one of the most handsome, no beautiful men she had ever laid eyes on.

He was almost entirely at her mercy. Naked, dripping wet and wandless. Although the words vulnerable and helpless were not those you would use when describing Lucius Malfoy, Hermione was sure if he wanted to turn the tables a few utterances of wandless magic would reverse the situation very quickly.

She took a slow steadying breath and edged closer, dipping her head, her cheek barely touching his.

"Don't dry it." She whispered, her warm breath caressing his ear, her lips brushing against the shell. Grabbing a towel from the large pile at the side of the tub and a brush she had caught sight of, Hermione walked back into the Lucius Malfoy's bedroom.