Chapter 18: Office negotiations...

Previously...

George immediately wrapped her in a strong embrace, feeling his shirt dampen once more, he realized that perhaps the Spanish Inquisition could be temporarily disbanded, at least until she had found a proper hanky.

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He decided that he would wait; let Hermione and George tell everyone, he thought. For once he was going to keep his nose out of her business and let the two decide when they wanted to tell other people. He would not make himself the center of drama-related attention, again.

Poor Harry never did choose to listen to Hermione's advice at the right times.

George's Flat, next am

Mmmm, thought Hermione, unwilling to wake up from the first peaceful slumber she'd had in a long time. She shifted slightly and then groaned as pain shot up her cricked neck. Well, damn. She opened her eyes, slowly blinking the sleep out. She blinked twice more, trying to register the red chest hair she was facing.

It registered.

She panicked.

And, in doing so, she effectively untangled herself from her partner and toppled to the floor in an ungraceful heap, eyes closed, praying she was in some sort of nightmare. Oh gods not Ron!

The first thing George noticed as he was rudely awakened by a loud thud was the pile of limbs lying next to his couch, clothed in his Puddlemere Quidditch jersey and a pair of knickers. The frizzy curls gave away the figure however, and George had to tamp down on the previously hopeful thoughts that perhaps he'd gone out and drank a bit too much. Alas.

"Hermione?" He asked curiously, unsure as to why she was on the floor in a heap.

Her head shot up, eyes widening in surprise. "George?! Oh thank Merlin!" She stood up quickly. "I was worried for a moment."

George pondered the statement for a moment, debating whether he would go after the part where she wasn't worried about waking up with him half-naked, or the part where she was worried about waking up with a man. He went for the latter, figuring the former would only bring trouble into their heretofore, happy existence. "Who'd you think it was?"

She glanced at him guiltily, "Err, well, Ron; to be honest."

George chuckled, "And hence the horror." He stretched his arms out, relieving the cramped muscles after a night on the couch. "But my dear witch, I fear your powers of observation fail you." He winked at her curious expression, "If it was Ron, you wouldn't be wearing Puddlemere colours."

She grinned, "So I wouldn't." She stalked into the bathroom as he got up and made his way back to the kitchen.

"D'you want anything?" He called to her, pots and pans clanging, echoing with his words.

"No, I've got to go pick up Teddy. He's been fairly tetchy lately; I'd be surprised if Harry got a wink of sleep last night." She glanced into the mirror to check her hair and jumped at the sight of George leaning against the doorframe. "Oh!"

He grinned, but his tone turned serious, "Now, you know we're going to have to talk more about this, don't you?"

She sighed and nodded. "Yes. But let me deal with it first and then we can talk." She turned to him and looked him in the eye. "But to answer the one earlier question, I'll just say, Dolohov made sure there wouldn't be a continuance of my blood. Nasty little curse, that."

George sucked in a breath and then pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, love."

She nodded and took comfort in his embrace for a moment, but then stepped away. Things always seemed a bit more bearable in the light of a new day. "I've got to go. Thank you. Thank you, George."

He shrugged, "Anytime."

She grinned and walked to the floo, tossed some powder in and spoke, "Potter's Wonky Feint," trying not to giggle at the personalized name he'd given her. Given Harry's fame, the Ministry had set up some extra security measures that required each person connected to his floo have a personalized word. It allowed Harry to know who was coming through and allow them access.

She tumbled out in her usual graceful helter-skelter style, landing sootily on Harry's welcome mat. "Hey, Herm," he said casually, helping her up and cleaning her off with a quick spell.

She caught him smirking at her and raised an eyebrow and asked defensively, "What?"

He chuckled, "Nothing. Good night?"

She shrugged, walking past him to look at the sleeping Teddy. He'd worn himself out so well that he was sleeping like a rock. "Went to George's and slept over. I was too tired to floo home." She turned to study him, taking in his bloodshot eyes and bedraggled appearance. "So Teddy was up all night, again?"

Harry grimaced. "Yea, couldn't figure out what the kid wanted. He finally zonked out around five or so."

She nodded. "Sounds about right. He's been doing that for the past few nights, I'm tempted to take him into the Healer's. He doesn't seem upset during the day though, that's what I can't figure out." She ran a hand through her hair. "Oh well. I'm not going to worry about it right now. I've got to get Teddy to day care and then get ready for work myself."

She picked Teddy up, careful not to wake him and turned to Harry once more, "Thanks for taking him last night, I needed a break."

Harry nodded, "Whenever you need another one, don't hesitate to ask. It's just me and my lonely self here."

Hermione chuckled, "Don't say things like that or you'll come to regret them. I might just take advantage of you, Mr. Potter."

Harry smirked, "I hardly think I'm the only one you've taken advantage of recently."

Hermione blushed thinking of Lucius and wondering if they'd been that obvious in avoiding each other. She flipped her hair, hoping to throw Harry off. "I'm certain I don't know what you're talking about."

Harry chuckled, "Sure you don't Herm. Anyways, I've got to go get ready for the day. I'll catch you later?"

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She nodded and went back once more to the floo and muttered the address to her home, stepping in, and spinning home.

After a shower, a change of clothes, feeding Teddy as well as herself, trying to calm him down, getting her papers ready for work, and then answering a few owls that had arrived while she was out, Hermione was rather wiped. It was only 8am. Joy.

She glanced up as one more owl, well this was more of a raven, flew in and settled on her windowsill. She took the note, offering the raven a treat in return, noting that it waited; apparently the writer expected a response. She groaned and sat down at her kitchen table for a moment to read it out.

Miss Granger,

I'd appreciate it if you and young Mr. Lupin would join me for lunch today at 12:15pm. Send your response with Poe.

Yours,

Lucius Malfoy

Hermione snorted, Poe. Of course that man would name a raven after the poet. She summoned a pen and wrote a quick reply on the return side of the parchment and sent it off with Poe quickly.

She went and picked up Teddy from his pen in the den, murmuring, "Looks like you're coming with me to work today, young man."

He gurgled and clapped his hands in response, which in turn caused Hermione to chuckle and roll her eyes.

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"I see you brought the tyke to work," a voice drawled from the entrance to her office.

Hermione didn't bother to glance up at the intrusion, but answered cheerily, "Yep! He's been outside in the secretary offices with Sylvia all morning, she's been fabulous with him. I'm thinking about just hiring her as nanny and have done with it." She looked up at him and frowned. "How exactly did you get past her, by the way?"

He chuckled deep and low, causing Hermione to squirm at the flutter in her lower abdomen and the slight shiver between her legs, as though in anticipation. This didn't escape Lucius' notice, but he didn't remark on it. Instead, he closed the door softly and murmured a locking charm on it. "I told her we had some," he paused, turning to wash his gaze over her once more, "tricky negotiations to work out and that it might be best if she took Mr. Lupin to the park for lunch. I gave her the afternoon off."

Hermione did look up at that and reclined in her chair, raising an eyebrow at him. "And just, Mr. Malfoy, what negotiations do you think we're going to have that requires my door to be locked ... all afternoon?"

He chuckled in that velvety voice again, causing her to fight a reaction once more, and answered throatily, "Well Miss Granger, I do believe I'm going to fuck you senseless on your desk and then I'm going to take you to dinner." He stepped towards the desk she sat behind, slowly stripping off his black leather gloves, finger by finger.

Hermione watched his hands, licking her lips unconsciously while trying not to imagine the imagery he had just vocalized. She failed. Submitting to a groan that had been building since he'd entered the room, she smiled faintly. "You cheat."

He smirked, "I get what I want."

She looked up at him saucily, slowly spreading her legs to allow him a hint of upper thigh as he skirt rode up, exposing her black silk stockings and the black lace garters that held them up, "And what is it you want, Mr. Malfoy?"

This time it was he who was mesmerized, despite being far worldlier than the young witch could ever hope to be, he was felled by that secret love of her's for older lingerie tactics; specifically that of lace garters, silk stockings and often the lack of knickers that went with it. His fingers twitched around the gloves he held in his right hand, and he gripped his cane a bit harder with his left. However, he did drawl softly, "You, Miss Granger."

She chuckled huskily, knowing that her diversion had worked and slowly trailed her hands up her tan silk shirt, following the darts that outlined her pert breast and smoothing her palms over the breasts themselves, smirking as Lucius' voice caught almost unnoticeably. She began undoing the buttons, slowly, one at a time as Lucius stood across the desk simply watching. She hooked her silk clad legs over her chair's arms, allowing her skirt to ride up completely and scrunch up around her waist. As she unbuttoned the last of her shirt, she pulled the ends out of her skirt and allowed it to fall open, exposing her black lace demi-cup bra to Lucius' hungry gaze. She looked him straight in the eye and slowly trailed her fingers over the tops of her breasts, down the hollow between them, over her slightly unused abs and down between her legs. As she fingered herself slowly, agonizingly slowly, she allowed her eyes to close and let her head fall back to rest against the black leather chair.

She heard a rustle of sound as Lucius was finally galvanized into action, but didn't open her eyes or stop her fingers from pleasuring her clit.

Lucius slowly, unable to tear his eyes away from the undeniably sexy image in front of him, I'm never going to be able to sit in this office again, placed his gloves, cane and robe on the chair next to him. He shucked his waistcoat of black velvet, undid his belt, and pulled off the black silk cravat he'd worn, placing them all with the other items. Then moving slowly to the minx on the other side of the desk, he unbuttoned his white collared shirt. Placing himself between her and the desk, he kneeled on the floor in front of her. He ran his hands over the black and tan oxford heels she'd worn, up her silken covered calves and finally over the expanse of skin allowed where the garters met with the stockings. She whimpered as his nimble fingers lightly tripped over her skin, wanting them to join her own that were working far faster than they had been before.

He smirked and pulled her hand away, causing her to bring her head up and look down at him with heated eyes that told him to finish or die. He chuckled and bent his head forward; nuzzling the well-trimmed curls that partly hid her treasure from him. She groaned and threw her head back against the chair once more. He slowly ran his tongue over her slit and pressed it against her clit enticingly. She lifted her hips slightly intimating the increased pressure she desired. Pulling back slightly, he ran two fingers over the slick path his tongue had traced. She whimpered again and rotated her hips more deliberately. He slowly inserted a finger into her slit, relishing the way her walls clamped against the digit, pulling it into her waiting womanhood. They both groaned and Lucius snapped.

Pulling her up roughly from the chair, he placed her bodily on the desk, situating himself between her legs and trapping her between his arms. She looked up at him with wide chocolate eyes, lips parted mid-gasp and hair tousled out of its neat twist. He was enchanted, in a word.

Lucius stood over her, white-blonde hair curtaining his marble features. His eyes stormed at her, lips pursed in a smirk that resembled the cat that'd caught the canary. His shirt was opened to reveal taught muscles and slightly scarred pearly skin, marred by what she figured were whip marks and other curse scars. She felt a noticeable bulge in his pants and pulled her hands from where they'd clenched onto his biceps when he'd transitioned her to his chest. She ran her hands inquisitively down his chest, stopping to play with his sensitive nipples and then the ripples of his abs as he clenched them in an effort to stay calm. As her hands trailed to his fly, she glanced up at him from beneath her lashes and he groaned once more. "Gods."

He claimed her mouth forcibly, seizing her lips with his own in a passionate kiss that wiped her mind of any other activity and caused her hands to fumble from the button she'd been undoing. Lucius slowly pushed her down onto the desk, fanning out her hair and bring her naughty arms up above her head. Slowly tracing her lips with his tongue and fluttering kisses, his hands worked their way to her sides where they traced circles on her skin for a time until she was squirming for more friction, more touch, more anything!

She arched up against his body, bringing her legs up around his hips, attempting to pull him forward against her hot, needy core. Bringing her hands to his long hair, she pulled his head to hers and forced his mouth to commit to hers. His hands found their way to her breasts and pulled the bra down, which pushed them up a bit farther. He thrust his hips slightly against her own as she arched once more, but did nothing to remove his pants. She growled and let go of his mouth, "Luciussss."

He chuckled and whispered against her skin, "Patience, little tigress." She growled once more and pulled his head down, but he resisted and brought his mouth to her nipple, laving it with his warm tongue. She uttered a half-sob and flung her head back, banging it on the desk with a grimace. One of his hands continued to massage her other breast while the other made its way down between her legs to press back into her now well-slicked womanhood. He pressed two fingers into her and began thrusting slowly as he placed small nips along her breast and then up her collarbone to the one place he knew would make her squirm. He bit softly at the crook of her neck, right where it met her collar bone and then suckled it with a vengeance.

Hermione arched up violently, pulling his fingers in almost up to the knuckle, clenching around them as her mouth opened in a silent scream. He grinned and withdrew the now dampened fingers, pulling her away from the precipice she'd almost soared off of, earning a glare from her hazy eyes. He soothed her by tracing his other hand over her finely boned cheeks and down the soft, smooth skin of her neck, chest, and tummy. He fumbled with the buttons of his fly and then pushed his trousers and pants down, pulling out his now almost painful erection from its confines. He stroked it quickly, allowing Hermione to watch his hand move up and down, enjoying her tongue tracing wet paths across her swollen lips. Her hands slowly inched their way to his cock, pulling his own away and replacing it with smaller, nimbler hands. She smoothed the precum over the reddened head and began to work his cock tantalizingly with light feathery touches and then a quick, tight stroke followed once more by soft touches. He hissed softly, "Yesssss," and thrust his hips into her palms insistently.

She smirked and pulled her hands away, leaning back on her elbows and bringing her feet to rest on the desk, knees bent and legs spread in invitation. Lucius looked down to see her glistening curls and folds practically begging for his cock, her eyes an invitation for another sort of pleasure altogether. He wrapped one arm around her, supporting her back and scooting her closer to the edge of the desk as he smoothed the other hand over her moist lips, pert breasts and tender skin.

He looked her in the eye and asked softly, "Protected?" He was aware of the pain that flashed through her eyes, but knew that now was really not the time to pursue it.

"Yes," she whispered. I won't tell him now; I have no use for pity. Who wants something broken anyways? She shook away the thoughts and focused on the truly handsome features of the man dominating her, taking away her ability to think, forcing her to feel for what felt like the first time.

He grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance, maintaining the eye contact, daring her to remember this time around. As her eyes glinted back up at him, awash with passion, lust, and even a hint of trust, he thrust home aware of the content feeling that was something she alone gave him.

"Ahhh ohhhh," she whimpered at the intrusion, her walls clasping around his girth. Her legs entwined around his hips, embracing him with her entire body, her arms already entwined in his hair and he looked down at her with smoldering eyes. He thrust again, and again, each stroke deliberate and sensuous. She attempted to rotate her hips and meet his thrusts, but he resisted. Finally as he withdrew slowly, she clenched her thighs around him and pulled him back in, growling. "Fuck me," she said slowly, deliberately and in one of the sexiest, commanding voices Lucius thought he'd ever heard. "Now."

So he did. He pulled out and thrust viciously back into her, causing the desk to shake and a few piles of paper to shift slightly. He thrust again and again and again with increasing power and speed, bringing her hips to his and arching her back with his arm. She arched and circled his hips, undulating her abdomen to meet his thrusts with clenching walls and warm, moist cavernous heat. The desk was shaking properly with papers strewn across the floor as their moans and whimpers filled the office.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, "Fuck ... ung... yes, sweet Merlin!" Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, "Oh gods! Yes yes right oh! YES there there again yes!" Squeaky, squeak.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, "Ung yesss yesss keep fucking doing FUCK that, ung yessssss," smack, smack, smack.

Thump, smack, squeak, thump, smack, squeak, thump, smack, squeak, "Please ... oh pleassssssssssssssssssse."

Hermione was emitting a high pitched whine, back arched, head thrown back, curls awry, skin sweaty hips and abs undulating as if she were a harem girl herself, attempting to throw herself over the precipice Lucius had driven her towards.

Lucius' hips were flexing brutally into her, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing around the room. One arm held him up over Hermione, bicep flexed, skin glistening as the other pulled her closer and brought one leg over his stationary arm. He fucked her in earnest, the new position allowing him to hit her sacred spot over and over and over again until she was whining mindlessly, teetering over the abyss. His buttocks clenched as he thrust, the globes well-defined and marked by her heeled shoe digging into it.

Finally, as he bent and claimed her lips, tongue dueling with her own for dominance, she screamed into his mouth, her walls pulsating in pleasure around his cock milking him for all he was worth. With another deep thrust he finally let go of his tight reign of control and followed the curly-haired brunette over the cliff, mind blanking as his cock pulsed within her, staking his primal claim, and enjoying the feel of her body shuddering in the aftershocks of her own pleasure.

She thumped onto the desk, her legs falling from his arm and from around his waist to lie limply on the cherry wood. He sunk into the leather chair, drained. They both lie quietly for a few moments before she pulled herself up and leaned her weight on her elbows. He opened one eye to look at her thoroughly fucked appearance and couldn't help the satisfied smirk that graced his features. To his shock she returned it.

She slowly stood up and stepped to the chair, straddling him in it. She bent down, her lips a hair's breadth away from his and murmured, "Thanks," before giving him a chaste kiss on the lips and straightening back up.

He couldn't stop the chuckle but responded, "You're quite welcome. Anytime, milady." He made a mock bow, as ridiculous as it was with him being seated, trousers and pants around his ankles, shirt opened and hair tousled.

She looked over her shoulder at him from the corner that she was redressing herself in and smiled satedly, "I was hoping you'd say that."