Song inspiration; REACT Ella Henderson Robert Miles.
Author's note; unapologetic cheating. Don't moan. I'm not condoning cheating, but it does happen. As the story progresses you will see far more about the dynamics in Lucius and Narcissa's marriage.
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After avoiding Narcissa's probing glances and steering her away from the room where he'd had the most glorious fuck of his life, Lucius felt rather annoyed at his wife. It wasn't fair, he knew, and yet he couldn't shake the feeling that she was intruding. Her presence had after all forced him to abandon the delicious golden girl far sooner than he would have.
"Why are you here?" His tone was laced with the annoyance he tried to hide, somewhat unsuccessfully. Narcissa never came to any of his events anymore and she hadn't since the early days of their marriage. It was obvious that the therapist she saw on a regular basis had suggested it or perhaps she'd sensed his desire for her not to be there. Perverse was just Narcissa's style.
Narcissa stared at him, her face impassive, one eyebrow arched. "Well, you sounded so eager for me to not to be here I thought I'd rather like to attend. After all, it's been years since I did. My therapist suggested I take a more active interest in your life, so here I am."
There it was. He'd known her reasoning would be somewhere along those lines. One of the perks of being married for so bloody long.
Lucius scoffed and took the proffered glass from Antonin, who had followed them to the bar with his own wife in tow.
Narcissa stared at her husband, Lucius knew that she was well aware that he was angry with her. He avoided her gaze and took a deep swig of his drink.
"You have an interview in ten minutes." Tony reminded him with a loaded glance. "You might want to get ready. You know, wash up and shit."
Wash up? What was he playing at? Lucius had showered after the marathon.
Antonin sent him yet another loaded glance and he realised that although he did have an interview, Antonin was trying to remind him to wash the sweet scent of pussy off before his wife noticed.
Lucius smirked dryly at his long time friend and deliberately pretended to run his hand over his face in a gesture of tiredness, inhaling deeply as he did so. Fuck, Hermione smelled better than actually candy. His cock twitched in agreement, far from sated.
Antonin all but rolled his eyes.
"That's a good idea." Lucius rose to his feet and left to do his interview, stubbornly refusing to erase Hermione's scent from his fingers and mouth.
It was probably the last time he'd ever see her and he wanted that perfect memory to linger as long as humanly possible.
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Monday morning brought the launch for the charity for which Lucius was spokesperson. There was much to do, there were to be interviews and a press conference as well as an introductory speech for the governing body.
Their new offices were brand new, tiny and orderly. He'd met most of the staff who had been hired for their small endeavor, except his assistant. Lucius had been asked to sit in for that interview but he'd been busy with a voiceover job which was now finished.
He walked into the small office which was to be his, dressed in dark wash jeans, a sludge green t-shirt and a really worn leather jacket. He held a large cup of Starbucks Americano coffee, black, no sugar. He was ready to start the new week despite squabbling with Narcissa for most of the weekend. Her pettiness reached all new heights when she felt threatened and despite his casual denial, he knew she suspected him of being up to something the day of the marathon.
He sat down at the larger desk and answered a few messages before the camera crew arrived. A soft sound alerted him to the door opening and he swung around in the office chair to greet his assistant.
However, it wasn't his assistant.
It was Hermione.
What the hell was she doing here?
She was dressed in black skin tight jeans, a loose light blue pinstripe button down shirt and a pair of black ankle boots with relatively short heels. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun and she wore no makeup that he could tell.
Once again his was blindsided by his reaction to her. It hit him in the solar plexus like a kick to the balls. He couldn't breathe.
Fuuuuck. Did she have to look so goddamn edible?
Finally he found his voice. "What are you doing here?"
How had she found him? Was she a fan after all? Was she stalking him? Not that he actually cared. She could have any purpose and he'd be good with it, as long as he could look at her and touch her…taste her…fuck…God, he was in deep.
Hermione had frozen the moment she saw him, her golden, thickly lashed eyes widened and she bit her lip. He saw her fingers visibly tighten on the books she carried.
At the sound of his voice she moved towards the other desk and place the books she held onto its surface. A small smile played at the edges of her generous lips.
She walked towards him on slightly unsteady legs, before stopping a mere foot from his chair and held out her hand in a business like manner.
"I'm Hermione Granger. Your new assistant."
Lucius lifted a brow at her outstretched hand, said a prayer for restraint and took her hand in his. His hand was much larger than hers. It enveloped hers entirely. Her hand was small, soft, with perfectly manicured medium length nails.
It trembled in his.
There was a weird burst of kinetic energy as their skin touched and both of them stared at the other as if mesmerized.
She couldn't be his assistant! He'd never get any goddamn work done with a constant raging hard-on.
"Who hired you?"
Did it truly matter? She was going to work with him. Every day. Fuck.
Hermione stared at him from under her lashes. "I volunteered. I was hired by a woman called Sandra, I believe she's a committee member."
Lucius realized he was still holding her hand and dropped it as if burnt. All he could think of was how her fingers felt running through his hair and clutching at his shoulders while he ate her out.
"Are you aware of who I am?" He had to know her motivation, whatever it was.
Hermione smiled, bit her lower lip for split second and replied. "You're Lucius Malfoy, spokesperson for this charity and a few others besides."
He smirked. "Anything else?"
She raised her eyebrows. "Are you asking if I'm aware that you're an actor? The answer is yes, I know you're famous, but I'm not a fan - at least not in the way you think."
She was quick, he liked smart women. Beauty and brains -what a combination.
"I'm a fan of your philanthropy. You're a humanitarian and I respect that and I long to emulate it. That's why I volunteered."
Lucius was taken aback. No one had ever said that to him before. His desire to change the world and make it better, one small act of kindness at a time, usually flew under the radar. His triumphs as an actor usually took precedence over his work with the many charities he supported. He usually had to remind people about his personal endeavors.
Hermione moved away, back across the room to her desk. Her scent stirred and assaulted his senses. He was blown away by it. It was like she'd bathed in fucking candy. He wanted to eat her, starting with that delectable cunt. His cock stirred forcefully at the thought. Pink, ripe folds of sweetness on his tongue…
There was a knock on the door and Lucius turned to the welcome intrusion to distract himself from Hermione Granger and the scent of candy hearts which seemed to follow her around.
It was the camera crew. They asked where to set up and Lucius was distracted enough to forget momentarily that his new assistant was none other than the woman he'd shagged on a desk at his friend's house the previous Friday night.
Uncharacteristically, Narcissa and his children showed up later that day to support him. He put on his most convincing nonchalant expression and even survived the surreal moment when he introduced his family to the young woman he wanted to fuck senseless, as his new assistant.
He wasn't sure if he imagined the look his wife shot at him when she saw Hermione up close. Maybe it was his guilty conscience. Or maybe Narcissa's sharp gaze had taken in just how gorgeous Hermione was and she was suddenly reminded of the fact that her husband was a man.
But then he realized with a jolt of surprise, that he didn't feel truly guilty about his relations with the lovely Miss Granger. It was as if she were separate, apart from his family, much like a hobby, something he did just for himself.
Unlike the distant past, when his genuine guilt over his infidelities had to be masked with drugs and alcohol, this time around, there was nothing to mask.
His dangerous and quite frankly addictive attraction to Hermione was his.
Hermione acted as if she didn't know him in the biblical sense and chatted to his wife as though his head hadn't been between her legs just two days ago.
Lucius was impressed.
The day passed smoothly and after everyone had left, he tidied up with a few of the committee members and Hermione.
Lucius caught Hermione watching him as he sat at his desk, shutting down his computer. She looked away as soon as he noticed her staring and he smiled to himself.
Finally everything was back in place and almost everyone had gone home.
Lucius wasn't sure why he lingered. It wasn't as if anything could happen between them here, where there could very well be prying eyes as well as security cameras.
But Hermione lingered too, until they were once again the only ones in the building.
As she stowed the last of the files into a drawer and straightened. He stopped to stare at her, his jacket on and his car keys in his hand.
Her profile was perfect as she looked away from him and bit her lower lip again. It must be a habit, he mused, smirking ever so slightly as she became noticeably agitated at his scrutiny. He liked her flustered.
"Can I take you home?" He wasn't sure where that had come from. He hadn't intended to offer, but any more time spent in her company was a good thing.
She released a soft shuddering sigh and nodded.
"If you could."
He continued watching her, drinking in her artfully messy curls, golden eyes and pouty lips. He toyed with the keys and they jingled, the sound oddly flat in the silent room.
Hermione faced him bravely. "We should talk - about…you know…what happened.."
Lucius stared intensely, visually eating her up. His gaze dropped to her lips just for a moment and then lifted to her eyes. He raised a brow. "What would you like to discuss?"
She dropped her eyes from his, pursed her lips and busied herself getting her slouchy handbag ready to leave.
Finally she turned to him, bag over her shoulder, chin raised defiantly. "Well, obviously it won't happen again. It can't, we work together and it would be weird and you're married."
Lucius smiled.
"Is that what you want to discuss? My marriage?"
"No, of course not. I mean, there isn't anything else to say. It happened and it's over. We must be professional from now on."
There was a loaded pause. The tension was palpable, oppressive, the air was heavy with it.
Lucius wanted nothing more than to take her right there on the desk, or perhaps the floor or even up against the wall..the location wasn't important, the only thing that was important was sliding his cock into her heavenly body again.
He nodded but didn't reply. "Are you ready to go home?"
Hermione cleared her throat lightly and nodded. "Yes, I'm ready, but maybe I should take the bus. I don't want to trouble you."
Her unspoken reasons for wanting to refuse the lift were clear and Lucius smirked. She didn't want to be alone with him in the tight confines of his car. She was nervous, excited. He could sense it.
She licked her lips, leaving a faint sheen of saliva on the plush flesh. Lucius watched the small movement with undue concentration, his gaze predatory, deadly. He wanted to kiss her more than anything he'd wanted in what seemed like forever.
Hermione froze, like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
"It's no trouble. I'll take you home." Lucius reiterated and he stood to one side to indicate she should go ahead.
Hermione hesitated for a moment before she went ahead, out of the door with Lucius at her heels.
The door closed with a soft click and she shivered.
They walked the short distance to Lucius's black Jaguar which was the only car left in the parking lot.
He unlocked it and opened the door for Hermione which seemed to surprise her.
Once they were both in the car's smooth, comfortable leather interior Hermione drew in a shuddering breath.
Lucius paused to look at her, his fingers on the ignition. Her eyes were closed as she drew in a slow, deep breath. Her eyes opened and she returned his stare, her lips parting ever so slightly.
Lucius's eyes narrowed and his gut clenched with need.
Hermione broke their eye contact first by pulling the seat belt across her body. The Jaguar purred to life and they pulled away smoothly.
"Where do you live?" He sounded calm but his body was clamouring for the feel of her. In the confined space her scent was lethally concentrated and it was fucking with his head. He was half erect and nothing definitive had happened.
"Allerton." She sounded almost breathless.
Lucius nodded. He was familiar with most parts of the city having grown up in Liverpool.
The Jaguar leapt forward powerfully as they reached the motorway and Lucius put his foot down. His large hands held the steering wheel with the casual ease of a man who liked driving and was good at it. The street lights glinted off the massive signet ring on the ring finger of his right hand. His wristwatch caught the lights passing overhead too, its large, chunky, masculine dial just showing from beneath his sleeve.
He caught Hermione's eyes flicker towards him a few times and he met each glance ever so briefly, while still focusing on navigating the lanes of late night traffic.
The tension was thick and Lucius slowed the powerful car, delaying the end of their journey. His hand rested lightly on the gear stick, beside her slender thigh.
"Have you lived in Liverpool long?" Lucius broke the silence. He used the controls on the steering wheel to turn down the music.
Hermione looked at him, he could see her in his peripheral vision even though his gaze was fixed on the now open stretch of road.
"I was born here but I grew up in London with my Dad. I moved back here a couple of years ago when my Mum needed me. Then I started university and - I just stayed."
"Which university?"
"The Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts." She paused. "I want to be an actress."
It was beginning to make sense to him. Was her attraction to him nothing more than a need to form an advantageous connection? He recalled his own youth and the driving need he'd possessed to further his career.
"When did you graduate?" Lucius ignored the elephant in the proverbial room.
Hermione released a shuddering breath it seemed that she'd been holding. "I haven't."
There was an awkward silence.
Fuck! She was still a student? She was barely legal. He'd fucked someone only marginally older than his daughter.
"Before you go thinking I'm too young for y…" she trailed off miserably. Hermione tried again. "What happened between us was perfectly legal. I'm twenty-three."
Lucius smirked.
"It shouldn't matter at all, right? Since you don't intend to do it again."
Hermione bit her lip. It really was the most delicious habit. Lucius eyed her sardonically.
She gave him the rest of her address and soon Lucius pulled up outside a tasteful Georgian semi-detached house with a neat front gate and a well tended, miniature front garden.
"Thank you." She said, ever so slightly breathless.
Lucius turned a sideways in his seat, to face her across the small distance. His elbow was on the door, the fingers of his right hand resting against his temple. He regarded her with amusement, easily picking up the tells of her continued attraction to him. He felt it too, in every fucking nerve ending.
Hermione was so fucking gorgeous, he wanted to grab her, drag her into his lap and kiss her until they were both breathless and then fuck her until they were both seeing stars.
His body reacted with savage need to that thought. He was grateful for the thick denim fabric he wore, because it made it less noticeable that he was sporting a massive erection.
He put the Jaguar into first gear and turned off the engine, his hand still rested on the gear stick.
He saw Hermione stare at his hand, moisten her lips and force herself to look away.
He chuckled and her head snapped back around.
"What's so funny?" Her voice was soft, tinged with a little agitation.
"You want me, but you really don't want to admit it." Lucius's voice was deep, pure sin.
He could hear her breaths speed up as he watched her small hands curl into fists, nails biting deep.
"No, I don't. It can't happen again, it's not right." She sounded less sure now, almost pleading with him to agree.
With lightning fast reflexes he caught her around the neck again, firm but gentle, pinning her to the car seat. It wasn't about brute force but rather the act itself. Lucius suspected that Hermione was the kind of woman who liked his naturally dominant personality.
Narcissa had always been afraid of this particular side to her husband and he'd listened. Keeping his interactions with her normal and gentle.
Hermione however, gasped and then whimpered at his show of brute force, her own hands lifting to gasp his wrist, holding onto him instead of pushing him away. It was the most exquisite non verbal consent.
Lucius smiled, slow and deadly, as golden eyes met glittering blue.
Hermione's lips trembled. Lucius watched as a million emotions flitted across her face.
He allowed his thumb to graze her chin and then that plump lower lip she liked to bite so much.
"Tell me no and I'll stop." Lucius tugged ever so slightly on that lip, his cock lengthening and growing harder by the second.
She pressed a brief kiss onto his thumb and then she freed herself from his grip and rapidly climbed out of the car.
Lucius watched as she walked to her house and let herself in, his head resting against the headrest, his jeans uncomfortably tight.
That was a definitive 'no' from Hermione. Hecwas surprised that the he sense of loss and disappointment was crippling.
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Author's note; thoughts on this chapter? All comments are welcome and treasured. I read every single one. What would you like to see happen in future chapters?