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April, 2000
The days leading up to Draco and Astoria's wedding had done nothing but fill Hermione up with dread. She'd never even been to one of these society weddings before, so she was dreadfully worried about making some kind of faux pas, embarrassing not only herself, but Cassius as well.
To top that off, she wasn't looking forward to seeing Lucius with Narcissa again, especially when they were putting on a show of what a happy little family they made with Draco and their new, perfect daughter-in-law. This wedding just symbolized that she still wasn't really welcome in this part of wizarding society. She was sure that she would be the only muggleborn there, if not the first muggleborn ever in attendance at a Malfoy wedding.
She'd spent the day getting ready in her flat, desperately wishing that she had Daphne to help her get ready. Hermione knew that Daphne was already in her own personal hell, getting ready with Astoria and their mother. At least she'd gotten approval from the tall blonde that her dress was appropriate for the wedding.
Hermione had a long soak in the tub, before washing her hair. She spent an inordinate amount of time taming her hair, using all kinds of Sleek-Eazy's to smooth out any extra frizziness, leaving her hair in sleek voluminous waves. Really, she hoped that Cassius appreciated the amount of effort she was putting into her appearance, just to make sure that she didn't embarrass him.
Once she'd put on her makeup, Hermione was very worried that she looked overly done up, as she wasn't used to wearing quite so much. Still, she thought it made her look quite grown up, like a confident, young professional woman. She just hoped that the rest of the wedding guests didn't think that she looked like a clown.
Cassius arrived to Hermione's flat right on time, which was a blessing because Hermione was sure if she had to wait even five minutes after getting ready, she would have gone back and tried to change her outfit or hair or makeup. When she opened the door, Cassius had been positively gobsmacked, which mad Hermione terribly nervous. "Do I look okay?"
"Do you...wow, Hermione." Cassius said, regaining his composure. "You look amazing. All of the other girls at the wedding are going to be annoyed by how good you look." He promised before bending down to give her a kiss on the cheek in greeting. "Are you ready to go?"
Hermione nodded, taking his offered arm so that they could side-along apparate to Malfoy Manor. The building looked completely different from the last time she'd seen it. They were lucky to have an early spring. Everything in the garden looked green and lush.
Cassius walked them over to where the chairs were set up and got them a seat on the groom's side. Hermione looked around, her heart aching. Oh, everything about this wedding was just so perfect. It was classic and elegant. The decorations just exuded wealth and class, but it wasn't gauche or obnoxious, rather understated. It was perfect.
Hermione watched as Draco walked his mother down the aisle, seating her in the front row. Narcissa Malfoy looked perfect as always. She was practically glowing, radiating with pride for her son. Her long blonde hair was artfully pinned up, showing stunning cheekbones and perfect nose, and long slender neck. Hermione was sure that she was the fantasy of many a man, young and old.
It was difficult to see Lucius grab Narcissa's hand and give it a squeeze. Even from her location, Hermione could see the meaningful look that the pair of blonds shared and it made her heart clench in jealousy. Shaking her head, Hermione turned to focus on the ceremony.
The only wizarding marriage ceremony that she'd been to had been Bill and Fleur's before the war began, and you could just tell that the Malfoy ceremony was more traditional. Astoria looked beautiful, and she was obviously completely enamored with Draco. Her former classmate was more difficult to read.
In the blink of an eye, the ceremony was over, and Cassius and Hermione moved to dinner. They were seated with Theo and a few other Slytherins that Hermione wasn't familiar with. She felt a bit like the odd man out, though the two cousins tried to keep her included. While she was looking around the party, though, she made eye contact with Lucius.
He was practically glaring at her, or more specifically, the hand that Cassius had casually draped around her shoulders. It was the first time that she'd seen his eyes have so much fire in their depths, until she remembered just how jealous he'd been when she'd first gone on a date with Cassius.
Before she could feel guilty, though, she pushed away concerns about Lucius's feelings. He'd made his choice clear in regards to their relationship, and she was free to see whomever she so liked. Pushing her chair back, she smiled down at Warrington. "Alright, Cassius. You invited me to this party, so that means you have to dance with me." She said cheekily.
Cassius was eager to get out on the dance floor as well, taking her by the hand and leading her towards the band. He was a very good dancer, but then again, so was Hermione, so she knew that they were catching some attention. Still, she couldn't shake the feel of Lucius's eyes following every step that she took.
Many dances and several drinks later, Hermione was holding onto Cassius, having a wonderful time. "I'll be right back, I just have to run to the ladies." Hermione whispered in his ear, before turning away from the dance floor, towards the corridor that held the bathrooms.
Once she'd put thoughts of Lucius out of her mind, she was actually having a very good time, dancing the night away. She'd even spoken briefly with Draco, who'd seemed surprised to see her there, but who had been surprisingly pleasant.
On her way back from the bathroom, she was pulled into a little alcove, tastefully hidden by a large plant. "What the hell do you think you are doing here?" Lucius hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hermione gulped, not expecting her former lover to confront her this way. "Cassius invited me to come with and I accepted." She said, gathering her courage. She had every right to be here at the party that she was invited to, especially with no one the wiser about their previous tryst.
"Are you just trying to make me jealous then?" He demanded, pressing his body against her's, her back pressed against the cool stone of the wall. Hermione could already feel the beginnings of an erection pressing into her belly, and gasped.
"That was not my intention." She said quickly, heat rapidly pooling in her stomach. Oh, she had forgotten what it was like to be fully in the attentions of Lucius Malfoy. It wasn't her intention, she'd wanted to pretty much avoid him forever, but somehow she'd showed up.
"It's working." Lucius said, before kissing her viciously, his tongue thrust between her lips to tangle with her's violently. Each twist and touch had Hermione moaning low in her throat, her legs clenched together in need of friction.
Hermione dug her fingers into his long, silky hair, unwilling to let him go. Lucius broke their kiss before kissing down her neck and up to her ear. Each kiss felt like a bite and Hermione was sure that her neck would be littered with purple red bruises, but oh wasn't this amazing. She was completely swept away by passion. She'd missed him.
He trailed his hands down her sides, before slipping under the skirt of her dress. One hand squeezed her arse while the other hand pushed her panties aside. His fingertip glided between the folds of her sex, easily aided by her wetness. Lucius hissed at the sensation. "You've missed me." He said confidently. "You ache for me."
Hermione was unsure if he was taunting her, but she knew that he was right. Hermione sighed at the feeling of one of this long fingers entering her sopping channel, his thumb manipulating the bud at the top of her sex. He knew just what she needed to be sent right to the edge of orgasm. With his other hand supporting her weight, Hermione rocked her hips back and forth, desperate for more, her own hands working the zip of Lucius's trousers.
Merlin, she needed him inside of her. By the time that she was close, she had his cock in her hand and was stroking him up and down. How she'd missed the feeling of him - so hard, yet so velvety soft. She needed him inside her.
One more circle of his thumb and Hermione was sent over the edge, her face buried in his neck, a breathy whine that was unable to be kept silent. He didn't give her any time to recover, instead thrusting inside her immediately.
Hermione hadn't realized just how deeply she'd missed Lucius until this moment, but it was undeniable that they had a deep connection. She knew that he was still jealous and was trying to prove just how much better he was then Cassius, by the passionate movements he made, sending her body bouncing against the wall, but she didn't care. She loved having him inside her, and she already felt herself close to coming again. "Please, Lucius." She whispered, her eyes clenched together, completely concentrating on the feeling.
She felt his thumb seek out her clit again, and it barely took one touch before she was sent reeling, her body tightening around his intrusion. "Open your eyes." He said savagely. "I want to see you look at me while I am fucking you." When Hermione opened her eyes, she nearly gasped at the savage intensity of his face. His pupils were completely blown, with the thinnest ring of silver around them. "Does he fuck you like this?" He demanded.
Hermione shook her head fiercely, unable to lie to him. "No, no. No one but you." She squealed feeling his thumb renew it's torture of her, pushing her to the edge once more. She didn't think that she'd ever felt this sensitive before. The cold stone of the wall against her back, the ends of Lucius's long hair, the heat trapped between their bodies. Each sensation sent her reeling.
He pressed his lips against hers fiercely, needed to possess every ounce of her, rutting against her wildly. It was clear that he was just as close to ultimate pleasure as she was. Breaking his lips away, he pressed his face near her ear, whispering filthy things to her, making her shiver with desire. "Come for me, witch, and only me. Come for me one more time."
She went rigid in his arms before coming with a moan, her pussy fluttering wildly around him, making him spill himself into her as well. He held her there for a while, obviously not wanting to let her go, while the reality of what she'd just done washed over her.
She'd fucked Lucius Malfoy at his own son's wedding, while his wife was not far away, and she had her own date. She knew that she probably looked thoroughly debauched when he set her down, based on the smirk on his face. With one look, she could practically feel the ownership in his gaze.
Thankful for her long hair to cover the love bites that she was sure littered her neck, Hermione shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. What was it about this man that made her so powerless to resist. "I can't do this any more, Lucius." She whined.
"I can't let you go." He countered, honestly. He looked pained, and for once, Hermione could believe that their separation had hurt him as much as it did her. But, if she truly mattered to him, Hermione knew that he would do something about his so called non-relationship with Narcissa.
She couldn't respond to his words, so she instead just gave him a meek smile, bittersweet, before shaking her head and leaving the alcove. Hermione needed to go home. She couldn't stay at this party any longer with the knowledge of what she'd just done.
Lucius didn't try to catch her, letting her return to Cassius without incident. "I'm not feeling very well. I think I am going to go home." She told him.
His blue eyes swept over her face, and Hermione was left with a sinking feeling that he knew exactly what she'd done. His understanding look made her feel even more horrible. "Do you want me to take you back?" He asked, sweetly.
"No, you stay and enjoy yourself." She told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you so much for inviting me. I had a lovely time."
Cassius squeezed her hand. "I hope you feel better, Hermione." And with that, he let her walk away without incident.
She needed to get home so she wouldn't feel the weight of those gray eyes following her every move.