Chapter 10:
A/N: Alright, well I set myself up for a hard chapter simply due to exhaustion and the added fun of lemons. I apologize for the long wait, my husband caught the flu and I've been trying to get him up to snuff – so that put a pause on both my writing and the betaing. Anyways, here goes and I hope I don't disappoint!
September 10th, 1999
"Dear, you can just put those over there for now. We'll finish unpacking it all after dinner." Andy absently motioned towards the furthest corner of the guest room and Hermione floated the last of her boxes in that direction, smiling slightly at the older woman's distraction.
Andy nodded as Hermione set the boxes down and then walked out of the room to go check on the cooking food and her mischievous grandson.
Hermione glanced around the sparse room and sighed. She had decided only the day before that she would sell her London flat and move in with Andy to help out; and as happy as she was with the decision, it didn't make the reality of giving up her full flat any easier. However, she knew that it was the right step to take in her heart.
Sinking onto the queen sized bed, she lay back and let her head rest on the soft pillows. At least Andy knows the meaning of comfort … this bed is soft! Hermione glanced once more around the room and decided that the mahogany and dark blue coloring would just not work. She grinned and began transfiguring the furniture and changing the color scheme to something more her style.
The bed went from a large four-poster to a white-stained sleigh bed, and the dressers were stained to match the coloring of the bed. The wall color was repainted a cool mint green, something soothing after a long day at work.
She sat back on the bed and pulled her legs under her so she could take in the changed room and decided how else she wanted to manipulate it, when she heard, "Oh! Teddy, no don't touch that! Teddy! NO! PUT THAT DOWN THIS INSTANT! Oh, oh dear. Hermione?!" She scrambled off the bed and went tumbling out of the room, half afraid of what she would see on the other side.
Falling out of the doorway, she felt her jaw drop at the stunning feast laid out before her and a smirking Andromeda standing with Teddy in her arms. A small poster hung on the far wall, with the words, "Welcome Home, Niney!"
Bursting into tears, she enveloped Andy and Teddy in a huge hug. She hadn't felt like anywhere was home in a long time. Her parents had been fairly cold towards her since the war, feeling that she had taken away their decision on how to deal with the threat. In the past few weeks, they had been especially distant, having learned that she was living with Ron. That was a fun conversation. Despite being learned people and fairly open minded, her parents weren't as understanding when it came to sex and boys.
Grimmauld place had been shut down after the final battle, Harry swearing that someday he would return and make it livable once more. He also had put down the idea of renovating Godric's Hollow, deciding that it would remain as it had for the last twenty years – a testament to the sacrifices of the first war. So Harry had taken a flat in Coventry, close enough to London that apparition wasn't straining and far enough that he didn't get many visitors.
The Burrow had always felt like a place she visited, never another home like it had for Harry. So Hermione was left with her small flat in the middle of London, but that had never felt very homey either, and looking back she supposed it was due to never being fully content with Ron there.
But now, in the arms of Andy and Teddy, Hermione felt like she had found a new family of sorts, the ones that didn't have anyone else to look after them when the war was over. In Hermione's mind, it just seemed right.
She let go, wiping her tears on her sleeve, and the three sat down to the lovely dinner Andromeda had prepared. Andy grinned and said happily, "Dig in!" Teddy took the lead, ladling up a spoonful of potatoes and shooting them across the table at Hermione, cackling madly. Hermione gasped as Andy laughed and then with a sneaky grin, took a dollop of her pudding and slung it directly at Andy's forehead. The matron gaped for a moment, and then a war of food began to fire itself at both the curly-haired girl and the small blue-haired infant.
The happy group fought their way through the evening, the start of many happy evenings in the small cottage.
Meanwhile, Ron was sitting at the kitchen table of the Burrow, flanked by Ginny and Harry, facing his formidable mother. All four were sharing a cup of tea, waiting for Mr. Weasley to come home from work. Ron was shuffling his feet uneasily and Harry kept nudging him in the side.
Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes, "Ron, spit it out."
Ron spluttered for a moment before sighing and answering, "How do you always know?!"
She grinned at him, "You mean aside from your constant twitching and Harry's horrible attempts at subtlety? No offense dear," she turned to Harry, "but you really would have made a horrible Slytherin."
Harry grinned and nodded his head, taking the hint and punching Ron in the arm to get him talking.
Ron grimaced and rubbed his bicep, "Alright, alright. I … Hermione … wearen'ttogetheranymore."
Mrs. Weasley tisked, "Of course you aren't. I could have told you that a month ago. What are you going to do now?"
Ron gaped slightly, but responded, "I've moved in with George at his place over the shop." He rolled his neck, "It'll work out for both of us. Hermione was always harping on me to get him out and about."
Mrs. Weasley grinned and stood up to pour another cup of tea for herself. Ginny frowned slightly and turned to Ron, "But Hermione can't be planning on staying in that flat all by herself!"
Harry shook his head slightly as Ron remarked, "No, she put up the flat for lease yesterday and I think she's moving in with Mrs. Tonks tonight."
Ginny pouted, "She could have let me move in with her! I'm stuck here with Mum and Dad, and it's not like Harry will let me move in with him."
Harry rolled his eyes, "Gin, we've been over this. I'm not comfortable with that yet."
Molly sat back down and narrowed her eyes at her youngest child, "Nor would your loving parents let that happen. You are simply too young for that!" When Ginny spluttered and looked at Ron, Mrs. Weasley quickly added, "Look at what it did to Ron and Hermione. You need to develop as a person first, and then let the relationship stem from that."
Harry nodded, "I'm not ready to be that old yet Gin. I had my childhood taken away by that snake; let me hold on just a bit longer. I don't want a family until I'm ready to provide for them, until I'm emotionally stable to take care of others."
Ron was slowly turning green during the conversation, a fact Mrs. Weasley didn't miss. She nodded at Harry's wisdom, "That's why I had reservations about Ron and Hermione moving in together. Responsibilities need adjusting to. Isn't that right Ron?"
Ron gulped, "Well, that's another thing. Hermione and I didn't work, that was true; however, there might have been something else I didn't mention."
Mrs. Weasley raised her eyebrow, "Oh, and what's that?"
Ron ran a hand over his eyes and mumbled softly, "I got Lavender Brown pregnant."
A wave of silence ran over the room, broken a minute later by the loud squeaking of the door. Mr. Weasley walked in, a slight bounce in his step as usual, noticed Mrs. Weasley's pale face and agape expression, Harry's stunned visage, and Ginny's slowly rising temper, and asked quietly, "What'd I miss?"
Ron raised his head to look his father in the eye, "I'm going to be a father, Dad."
Mr. Weasley's briefcase thumped down, and he sunk into a chair summoned by his wife, "Oh Merlin, I think I'm going to need a drink."
November 10th, 2017
Hermione lounged on the chaise in her sitting room, exhausted after a long day at work. She had been arguing with the Auror department for the past week about the home-raiding process. Despite being married to one of the most famous Purebloods, Hermione still gunned for the pro-Pureblood laws. However, she did ensure that some of the anti-Pureblood laws also got tweaked; it wouldn't do to become one-sided.
Hence, when she found out that the old Pureblood families were still being raided for dark objects; she immediately set out to remedy the prejudices behind the law. She contacted the Aurors and as one of the higher members of the Department of Law Enforcement, she was able to carry the project on her own.
Albeit, the Aurors had been particularly stubborn about not changing the laws, and Hermione knew who was probably behind it all in the first place. Harry and Ron were still fairly prejudiced against all the old families. Hermione knew she needed to change the laws now before they decided to raid the new Malfoy Manor and walked in on her and Lucius in an unfortunate position.
She giggled, imagining the reactions of the two men. A cough behind her startled her and she turned lazily, "Yes dear?"
Her gorgeous husband stood in the door, elegance personified, eyebrow raised at her languid appearance. She had shucked her business robes and remained in just a black leather corset and a pair of black boy short panties. She always had a thing for leather, and it made her giddy to wear it under the conservative robes she always wore. She saw the darkened look on Lucius' face and smirked, it also made him rather frisky.
"Hmm, what have you been up to?" Lucius braced himself against the doorway to his wife's sitting room, giving off his usual nonchalant air. However, inwardly, he marveled that even at the age of thirty-eight, his wife still made him feel like a young buck. His eyes rolled over her tightly bound chest, the corset pushing up her breasts to the point he could tell the nipples were only moments from popping out.
She grinned, "Oh nothing, I sent Harry and Ron a Howler today for being bigoted arses." Stretching, she arched her back and flexed her legs.
He smirked, "Finally caught on have you?" He glanced over her body. Her legs were still firm and slightly muscled, due to the laps she swam in the morning, he supposed. Her eyes were half-lidded and he could tell that she had been close to napping when he had interrupted her. He, however, had no intention of leaving, now that he had found her in such a relaxed state. It had been a few days since either of them had had enough energy to even carry a conversation, much less actually enjoy the other's company. "I'm surprised it only took you twenty-six years to figure it out."
He had already hung his robes up in his own dressing room, so he quietly pulled of his shirt and waistcoat, leaving only his slacks on. His socks and shoes had been taken off with the robe; he absolutely hated confining his toes.
She snorted and closed her eyes again, relaxing back into the cream colored, suede chaise, one leg over the back and the other bent with her foot on the soft cream carpeting. "Mmm, they simply won't compromise about this raid issue. I'm tempted to simply give them a show when they come here." She crooked her finger at him, eyes still closed.
Not one to ignore the beckoning of his sexily-clad lady, he stalked over to Hermione and sat down at the end of the chaise, picking up her small feet and placing them in his lap. She glanced towards him and grinned, taking in his still muscled chest and abs. How she loved to run her hands over the fine planes of that chest, tweaking the overly sensitive nipples and licking his sides ever-so lightly, making him purr like the giant cat that he was. "Have I mentioned how much I love those slacks on you? I can't imagine who picked them out. Must have been one intelligent witch."
"Or a well informed witch that knew which shops to look in. But I will agree, they feel wonderful against my skin as well – a necessary detail." He ran his hands over her feet, massaging the arch and pad gently, working the tense muscles and tendons. She moaned and pushed her foot into his hand, demanding for more.
He traced his fingers up her ankles to her claves and worked the knots. She whimpered slightly as he hit an extremely tender spot and opened her eyes to watch him. His white-blonde hair fell freely past his shoulders, curtaining his face. She watched his long, elegant fingers work magic on her skin; the muscles in his upper back and bicep rippling as he flexed his fingers.
Hermione spread her legs, so that now her husband was in between her lower legs, and she began stroking his responsive sides with her toes. He shuddered in return, and she could feel the smoldering in his eyes as they gazed at her. She smirked and raised an eyebrow at him, continuing to run her foot over his sides and lower back.
"Witch," he grumbled before sitting up onto his knees and kneeling flush over her, his body softly pressing her own into the chaise.
She returned in a husky voice, "Glad you admit it after all these years."
He let his long hair curtain the two into their own little world and after gazing into each others' eyes for a moment, claimed her lips in a lusty kiss.
At first only using his lips to ply her into submission, he massaged her upper lip and then her lower lip into compliance, and was then granted entrance into her warm mouth. He stroked his tongue against hers, inviting it out to play. She began to return the bruising kiss. Her lips working against his, each fought to dominate the other and capture them entirely. Her tongue began to stroke against his, compelling it to thrust harder and more sensuously. She nipped his bottom lip lightly and grinned against his lips when he growled lightly.
His hands were running over the supple black leather, caressing the tops of her breasts and the sensitive area of her lower back. She was arching into his hands, willing him to peel of her clothes and take her as he normally would. However, he slowed her down, basking in the shared lust and love that they had forgone in the previous days. "Missed this, my love," he growled as he trailed kisses along her jaw and she clenched her hands in his long hair.
Moving his lips to the sensitive area behind her ear, he ran his hands down her thighs and crooking the knees, pulled her flush against him. She ran her hands up his chest and began playing with his nipples, eliciting a groan from him. She felt him buck slightly against her hips and clenched her thighs around him. She curled her fingers in the fine blonde hair on his chest as he gave a particularly nice lick at the spot behind her ear. "Need you love," she gasped, arching into his chest once more.
He licked his way down her throat and began to nip and lick her breasts, freeing them over the corset with his other hand. He loved simply lowering the corset, and then having her breasts pushed up and over the edge as though on a platter for his enjoyment. He licked the dusky peach colored nipples that graced her luscious breasts. Taking one in his mouth, he felt it harden and peak in arousal. Replacing his mouth with his fingers, he kneaded and tweaked while taking the other nipple and repeating his treatment.
Hermione, extremely sensitive in her chest area, was writhing beneath him, thighs clenched. She groaned and brought her hands to his pants, quickly undoing the button and zipper. He stood to pull them off and she kicked off her panties at the same time.
Her eyes a dark chocolaty brown gazed into his dark grey stormy eyes and pleaded with him to join her. He crawled back onto the enlarged chaise and went between her spread thighs. Pulling her hands into his and entwining their fingers, he brought her arms over her head and pinned her down. She arched up against him once more, brushing her nipples against his own hardened disks. He grinned down at her and commented, "Patience, patience my dear."
Deliberately he ran his cock against her slick folds and she whimpered at the contact, circling her hips to entice him in. He smirked and positioned himself at her entrance, her legs going around his hips in anticipation. Then with a thrust he was home. Her soft inner tissues clenched him like a silken glove, the throbbing heat making him almost lose control. She arched to take him more fully. Lucius was a well endowed, and sometimes Hermione had to work a bit harder to take him in fully, but every time it was worth it.
After leaning down once more and catching her lips in a deep kiss, he began to thrust anew. Slow, determined strokes meant to catch every sensitive spot in her, meant to set her skin burning with a fever of arousal. She whimpered and moaned, arching her hips in abandon, attempting to make him go faster.
Her eyes flew open and looked into his own, "Make me yours Luc! Dammit make me feel that cock!"
He chuckled and nodded his head, "As the lady wishes." With that he pulled out fully and slammed home, the slap of flesh echoing in the quiet room. He quickened his pace, arching his lower back to get that one special spot in her. As she let out a particularly loud keen he knew he'd hit it.
She was clenching down on him in the aftermath of a minor orgasm, glorying in the feel of him literally piercing her with his cock. She ran her hands up his muscled back and dug her nails into his shoulders; he rewarded her with a loud growl and a hard thrust placing her back on the edge again.
His hand snaked between them, his fingers brushing through her curly patch of hair to find her clit. He rubbed it lightly with his thumb, making sure to tease her slightly by catching just the outside of it. She whimpered and encircled her hips enticingly again. He grimaced as his cock gave a throb of delight and ground his thumb into her clit, now pounding fiercely into her. The chaise was slowly scooting across the carpet with the force of his thrusts, and the slap of skin on skin could be heard around the room.
With a loud scream, Hermione tumbled over the edge, her vaginal muscles clenching Lucius in the vise-like grip he loved. He pumped a few more times and finally let himself follow his wife over the edge. He collapsed half on top of her, but repositioned so that he was on the chaise and she was draped over his couch.
She lay her head contentedly on his chest and murmured softly, "Good heavens, I'd forgotten how wonderful that simple position could be."
He chuckled, "With me dear wife, any position is wonderful."
For once she nodded in agreement, "You know something my husband, I think you're right."
They lay there in the afterglow of their orgasms, watching the moon slowly make its way across the windowed ceiling.
However, just as they were about to fall asleep, they heard someone call, "Mr. Malfoy?!"
Hermione gasped recognizing the voice, while Lucius remained where he was, content to ignore the world for a few more minutes.