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Seven
She should have expected this, Hermione thought as soon as his lips crashed down upon hers. Her body went up in flames like never before. Lucius used his hot tounge to slip inside her closed lips. Growling with satisfaction, he pressed her harder into the ground, ignoring her gasp of surprise. If Lucius was going to be honest with himself, he had wanted this, hell he had craved this female above all others for a long time. Even with his numerous lovers, he had never felt such carnal desires with any one except for Hermione. Lord have mercy, he wanted her here, right then and there on the ground. He felt her shyly open her mouth shuddering. No one, not any female made Lucius Malfoy shudder and this little slip of a girl was doing it with one small innocent action.
Lucius's eyes snapped open when he felt her touch the roof of his mouth and boldly take his tongue further into her mouth. He saw her mischievous eyes and felt his balls harden even more. He cupped her face in his hands, loving the silky feel of her skin in his hands. Snarling, he ground his hips into her sensitive spot, causing Hermione to arch her back off the ground. Oh good Lord, the man was a master! Hermione thought, wildly arching her back every time he ground into her. She slid her hands under his robes, feeling the smooth, muscular skin tense beneath her fingers. His skin was beautiful, soft and hard at the same time. His cords stood out on his neck from the tension in his body.
Fire raced through her veins, making Hermione's head spin. Right now if he asked her what her name was she didn't even know. His lips were magic, working wonders on her. Her heart was as loud as a drum and the wetness between her legs along with the painful ache was almost too much to beg. Moaning into his mouth, she pulled him closer; wanting him so bad it hurt.
"Oi! What are you two doing?" a voice called. Lucius and Hermione stopped, pulling apart. Their breathing was heavy, and Hermione could feel the wetness and his undeniable hardness. Gasping, she pushed him off. It was Flitch and if he caught them then it would be all over the school. Lucius looked at the girl pushing him off, her breasts pushing against his chest. The contact made him shiver and want to hex Flitch's dumb ass so he could carry on what they were doing.
"Lucius!" she hissed, and his gaze snapped back to her. Never in his entire life had he heard someone say his name with so much longing and tenderness. It was complete turn on, and he almost ignored Flitch.
"I'll call McGonagall!" he yelled. Pulling Hermione up, he threw her over his shoulder and ran. Hermione was shocked. The man may not look old but he was old. And now here he was, running as though his life depended on it. When he knew they were far away, he dropped Hermione on her pretty little arse.
Oh my god! I can't believe I just did that! With Lucius Malfoy! Hermione thought. She was horrified. He was her teacher and more so, he was an ex- death eater! What on earth had possessed her to do that, she didn't know. Before Lucius could utter one word, Hermione ran. She ran as though he devil himself was behind her.
Lucius Malfoy stood there, closing his eyes and waiting for his erection to subside.