A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who favorited, followed and reviewed after last chapter! I know some of you are surprised that Hermione wasn't bothered by the fact that Lucius is married, but she believes that they are separated, and so it kind of slipped her mind. It will come up later. And I know she's a bit of a pushover to just tell Daphne everything, but Daphne is looking out for her best interests. She's a good friend. You can follow me on tumblr (nauticalparamour) where I post various things, sneak peeks, future fics, the like.

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October, 1999

Hermione knew she was caught, but wasn't ready to give in just yet. "Daphne, what are you talking about?" She said, picking up her fork to play with the tines.

"I am talking about you writing a note to Lucius Malfoy that had the words "miss your dick" in it?" Daphne clearly wanted to shriek, but she was able to keep a handle on her voice. Still it made Hermione wince to be scream whispered at.

Knowing that the charade was up, Hermione looked down a deep blush on her face. She certainly hadn't planned on telling anyone about what had happened with Lucius in Paris, but she couldn't very well hide it now. She'd wanted to enjoy having a secret lover for a while longer. How could she have been so careless?

"I...it's not a big deal Daphne." Hermione wondered if she could try to convince Daphne that she'd just read it incorrectly. One look at her face though, said that Daphne was deadly serious.

"C'mon, Hermione. I am worried about you." She told her, and Hermione could tell that her new friend was completely genuine. She wondered why the Gryffindors thought that the Slytherins couldn't be trusted, when she could clearly trust Daphne. "I mean, this is Lucius Malfoy we are talking about."

Hermione looked around, hoping that no one had heard them talking so far. Waving her wand, she cast a muffliato around their table so they could talk without being overheard. "I'm not entirely sure how it happened." Hermione admitted. "I guess it started when he kissed me at Harry's birthday party at the Ministry party."

Daphne could tell there was more to the story and crossed her arms over her chest again. "He obviously has done more than kiss you if you've seen his dick." She said, a bit sarcastically.

"Well, yes, I just said that was the beginning." Hermione responded, feeling so self conscious. "I tried to ignore him, really, I did."

"That was when you were sending him inter-office memos?"

"Yes, I figured if I didn't see him, I could forget that it had happened. But then he invited me for drinks. And I wasn't going to go, I had no intention of going." Hermione told her, wishing that she had something stronger than water to drink right now. "Then I went to dinner at Grimmauld and I was so mad at Ron, and wanted to prove to him that someone did like me, so I met up with Lucius. We made out." Hermione said guiltily.

"And then?" Daphne asked getting impatient. She was disappointed in Hermione, but that didn't mean that she didn't want the details.

"Last week when we went to Paris, he invited me to stay in his flat for the weekend." Hermione told Daphne, suddenly feeling apprehensive. "It was just so romantic, Daphne, and then I couldn't help myself, and then we slept together. Twice."

"Hermione!" Daphne scolded her. "I don't know if I should proud of you or disappointed in you." The blonde really couldn't belive that do-goody Granger would sleep with her married boss. And apparently she wanted to do it again.

"I know! I know it's stupid, and I probably don't mean more to him than...well, he seemed so ernest." Hermione knew that she seemed silly, and just hearing herself say the words aloud made her really consider them.

"Of course he seemed ernest, he's a Slytherin. He is willing to go to any length to get what he wants." Daphne grimaced. She didn't want to hurt Hermione, but she also didn't want the Gryffindor girl to get hurt because she didn't understand the social politics that the Malfoys played.

"I'd considered that." Hermione said meekly. "But, I also have just decided to see where this goes! Recently I've been going after what I want, and it's only been helping me. If this fizzles out in a week, so be it." She felt a lot less confident than she sounded.

"I don't want you to get hurt, Hermione, putting unrealistic expectations on the situation." Daphne said, before she was rudely interupted by the waiter, bringing them their lunch. She glared at the man, making him run away, wondering what he'd done to cause such a reaction. "I want it to work out well, but this is Lucius Malfoy. It will probably fizzle out. Quickly."

Daphne had known the Malfoy family her whole life. Draco had been especially annoying when he was younger, but he'd grown up to be less pratish. That didn't mean that he wasn't willing to use girls' feelings against them to get what he wanted. Why Astoria kissed the ground he walked on was beyond her.

Hermione looked down, clearly upset. "I already really like him." She admitted. She wasn't sure how, but her feelings for Lucius had come up suddenly and bowled her over like a wave.

"Then you should walk away now." Daphne insisted. "I mean...even if he wasn't your boss, which is just a whole level of...questionable ethics already, he is married to Narcissa. Did you forget about that little fact?" Daphne knew that, even if they didn't get along, Narcissa would never let Lucius go without a fight.

Hermione's cheeks colored. "We've actually talked about that. Lucius and Narcissa are separated." Hermione couldn't even believe that she hadn't thought about the Narcissa aspect, when she was away with Lucius. He never spoke of his family, and she'd completely forgotten.

"Are you sure?" Daphne asked, surprised. "When we were drawing up Draco and Astoria's betrothal contract earlier this summer, they seemed very much involved."

The brunette wrinkled her nose, considering the possibilities. She bet that they were just putting on a front. "No, I trust what Lucius told me. They live separate lives." She insisted. Hermione briefly wondered if the more ardently she believed it, was it more likely to be true?

"Alright, I guess." Daphne said, very uncomfortable with the situation. "I still think you should just walk away now, Hermione."

"That's probably smart." Hermione said, trying to weigh all the morals she had. "I guess...I won't instigate anything. Unless he is serious about a relationship, it would be better not to get involved."

Daphne rewarded her with a bright smile. "I think that's a great idea, Hermione. Now, did you see that tacky turquoise tie that Bole was wearing today? Merlin, that just might push me over the edge to file sexual harassment charges against him. The other day, he pinched my arse in front of a client!"

Hermione shook her head. "Just file it already. Honestly, I don't know how you put up with it Daph. I would be hexing people left and right if they treated me like he treats you."

"I just know...he's got a lot of powerful friends. I always hoped if I ignored him, he would leave me alone. But now threats aren't working either." Daphne said.

"Maybe you should tell Theo?" Hermione offered, before the girls devolved into a lively discussion of if telling Theo about Bole would constitute getting someone else to fight your battles for you.

After her discussion with Daphne, Hermione had focused on forgetting anything had happened with Lucius in Paris, but that she would just act normally, as though no sexual attraction existed between them. She'd burnt the little note that she was going to send him, and it was a bit satisfying to watch it disintegrate into ash.

Any lingering sexual desire that she had for the blond man was drowned out in a sea of paper work, discussing the trade of powdered auroch horn from Switzerland, which was truly asexual, if not a bit disgusting. She didn't even want to think about how much Persistent Oozing Fungus Removal potion could be brewed with the amount that they were importing.

Hermione was so busy with her work, that she didn't notice the hours tick by, and before long, everyone was leaving the office. Daphne stopped at her desk, looking a bit concerned, and invited her out for drinks with Theo and Blaise, but Hermione just waved her off. She was too deep into her calculations to stop now.

When she was finally done for the day, it was nearly half seven and there was no one else on her floor of the office, except for Lucius. She stretched, wincing at hearing how many times her back cracked, before the blond man was asking to see her in his office.

Once she'd stepped into the office, Lucius sent a locking and warding charm at the door. Her eyes probably widened comically when she realized just how alone that they were. He met her around the desk and began pressing urgent kisses against her face and the exposed skin of her neck.

She shivered feeling his hot breath against the shell of her ear. "I've nearly gone mad waiting for you." He told her in that sinful voice of his. When Hermione felt his fingers working on the buttons of her blouse, she pushed him back, Daphne's words at the forefront of her mind.

"Listen Lucius. I can't do this, it's not right." Hermione said, unable to meet his eyes, knowing she'd lose all of her resolve. "I won't insult you by saying this weekend was a mistake...but, well, you're married." She felt her shoulders slump, as though a massive weight had been placed on them.

But Lucius just pulled her tighter against his chest. "This weekend opened my eyes. As you know, Narcissa and I are separated, but continuing our farce of a relationship is only hurting the both of us. After seeing what a could have, the passion, the...romance, I've decided I can't go on like that anymore. I am going to begin divorce proceedings with Narcissa."

Hermione searched his eyes for any hint of a lie, but she only found herself reflected in his blue eyes. Her heart skipped a beat at his words. Of course, she didn't see it as he was leaving his wife for her, but it still meant that there was a possibility of something more with him.

Would it really be so wrong, knowing that he truly wasn't going to be in a relationship with Narcissa anymore?

His thumb swiped over her hard nipple, and even through the fabric she could feel the heat of his desire. A pulse of heat shot between her legs, throbbing. Merlin, she needed him.

Standing on her tiptoes, Hermione pressed her lips against his, slipping her tongue between his lips and sighing at the feeling of being so intimately joined with him again. He responded in kind, his hands moving from her waist to her wild, curly hair, pulling her firmly against him. After a moment of plundering her mouth, he walked her backwards, until her bum was against the cool wood of his desk.

Breaking their kiss, Lucius waved his wand, all of his papers neatly stacking to the side. She smiled, hoping up on the desk. Just because they were passionate was no reason to make a mess.

He stepped between her legs, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her insistently. Oh, how she'd missed him. She'd had an ache in her cunt for the past two days without him to fill her. Giggling, Hermione reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt, only to have him do the same with her blouse, pushing the silky fabric down over her shoulders.

With a sense of urgency, he pulled the cups of the bra down to expose her creamy flesh to him, before pushing her back. With a gasp, Hermione was simultaneously topsy turvy from the change in position and grounded by the feel of his lips and teeth on the peaks of her breast. Holding one hand against the back of his head, Hermione used the other hand to pull up her skirt.

Her world was spinning in desire and flush with passion, she needed him inside her. "Please, Lucius. I need you." She whispered in his ear.

Lucius made himself upright and Hermione watched as he loomed over her. He was all firm muscle and pale skin, smattering of dark blond hair on the top of his chest. He didn't look angelic, but rather like a warrior, come here to plunder her. When his hands finally released his member from his trousers, Hermione didn't think she could focus on anything else, but still helped him to pull her knickers down her legs, until they were just hanging off one of her feet.

He positioned the tip of his cock against her and hissed at the wetness. "So wet for me. I knew you wanted this just as much as me." And with that, he was surging forward, again and again, making Hermione squeal with each thrust.

Wrapping her legs around his trim waist achieved a deeper angle, one that had Hermione clenching around him with each thrust. He was so thorough, so hard, that with each stroke, she was sliding up the desk. Reaching her arms up to curl around the lip of the desk, she heard Lucius hiss. "Look at you, spread out for me like a feast."

He covered her body with his, kissing her neck and chest, while slipping a hand between them to manipulate the little button at the top of her sex. It didn't take long before she was snapping, coming around him, and moaning his name.

Lucius continued to circle her clit with his fingers through her orgasm was complete, and he was followed her over the edge into ecstasy. Collapsing against her, Hermione relished the wild beating of his heart, pressed against her breast.

She wasn't sure how long they stayed there, but by the time that they moved, she was sweaty and cool. Lucius stood and quickly righted himself. Hermione rearranged her skirt, and smiled when Lucius helped her button her blouse back up. When she was looking for her knickers on the floor, she found that he already had the scrap of black lace. "I hope you don't mind if I keep this as a souvenir."

Hermione didn't think her cheeks could be more red, but she nodded, excited that he wanted something of hers...well just what was he planning on doing with those? Deciding those kind of thoughts were for when she was alone in her bed, she pushed it out of her mind. "Thank you for the lovely evening, Lucius." She told him, only to have him bend over and press a sweet kiss against her lips.

"Goodnight, Hermione." He whispered, before releasing the charms on the door, allowing her to leave the office, excited about her secret lover once again.