A/N Oh my goodness you guys! Thank you so much for the lovely response. I'm awake at all hours of the day and night with the asshole baby and getting a notification on my phone at 3 am to tell me somebody has followed my story really raises my spirits. The baby is completely unappreciative. It's lovely to see so many of my old friends reviewing - I genuinely missed you all.
Just a brief word about the chapter ahead. I got a snippy review for Masterchef asking if I really expected readers to find Lucius attractive the way I was portraying him in that story. The honest answer was I hadn't thought about it. I love taking people's ideas on board, but I suppose I try to write the stories I want to read. I like exploring Lucius in different ways and sex god Lucius has been done to death...not saying I won't do it again some time, but for this story I've gone down a different route. Sorry if it's not to everyone's taste.
Also I wrote most of this in an underground car park while the baby slept in her car seat. Then I edited it while she chewed my shoulder. I'm not the greatest editor at the best of times, but there are probably a lot of mistakes here.
She's going to have sex with Lucius Malfoy. Hermione gulps enthusiastically at her third glass of champagne. Lucius summoned two more bottles around the point she agreed to sleep with him. She's not sure if the dizziness she is currently experiencing is due to her impending inebriation or her impending deflowering. Either way, she is certain that a certain degree of alcoholic lubrication will be required in order for her to complete the job.
In all her wildest dreams she has never imagined her first, or indeed any, time with this man. With Draco she was fully prepared to lie back and think of England. She supposes there is no reason it should be any different with his father.
Going on aesthetics alone Lucius is the more appealing prospect. Draco is too skinny for Hermione's taste. The man still hasn't shaken off the last vestiges of boyishness. Lucius on the other hand wears his years of experience as comfortably as he does his elegant robes. He is bigger and broader than Draco; his shoulders pleasingly wide in contrast to his narrow waist. His hands are large, but elegant too and Hermione begins to imagine his ringed fingers tracing the intimate plains of her body. He has always terrified her, but she can't deny the patrician beauty of his stern face.
There is something deliciously and inherently wrong with the idea of sleeping with him. It gives Hermione a sort of sick thrill; the idea of being intimate with this man, this Death Eater. Will he hurt her? She should be afraid, but instead her body tightens in anticipation and she is forced to acknowledge a side of her sexuality of which she had previously been unaware.
He is older, worldly wise, experienced. Surely submitting to him can bring nothing but pleasure.
"I want to enjoy this." Her words seem to startle him and he looks across at her and frowns.
"I beg your pardon?"
"This." She steps closer to him gesturing to the space between their bodies. "My first time. I want to enjoy it. You have to make me enjoy it."
He gulps and Hermione watches in fascination as he appears to choke on his own Adam's apple. She is touched by his reticence. She knows it has nothing to do with his own marriage; he and Narcissa are amicably divorced. Perhaps he is holding back because of her blood status? She considers this for a fraction of a moment before discarding it. The most likely answer is that his inherent chivalry forbids him to force his attentions on an unwilling bed fellow.
"I think it could be enjoyable for both of us, don't you?" She places her hand on his chest her fingertips just brushing the skin exposed by the vee of his shirt.
He pulls away and turns to face out across the lawn where the preparations for her wedding to his son are well underway.
"Miss Granger...Hermione." His voice is thick. "I think you misunderstand…"
"Misunderstand what?" Hermione is distracted by the fit of his well-tailored trousers over his neat backside. She wonders if he works out. Draco has mentioned stables somewhere perhaps he rides...the thought of Lucius' muscular thighs clamped around the sweating flanks of a prancing horse does something strange to her insides. Reluctantly, she drags her thoughts out of the gutter. He's talking again.
"I fear you did not fully grasp the significance of the Primae Noctis ritual as it pertained to my own marriage."
"I did." Hermione bristles at this suggestion of ignorance. "Your father slept with Narcissa on your wedding day."
"Yes." Lucius pushes a hand through his platinum hair before immediately smoothing the rumpled locks. "But you must understand, my marriage to Narcissa was engineered purely for political and dynastic reasons. Any intimacy between us would have been solely for procreation."
Hermione frowns as she tries to interpret the meaning behind his flowery speech.
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand…"
Lucius spins around to face her, and Hermione takes a step back. The look on his face is one of pure anguish.
"After our wedding," he forces the words from between clenched teeth, "Narcissa chose to wait and see if she were pregnant before becoming intimate with me." His face has returned to its habitual haughty mask, but two spots of colour have bloomed on his pale cheeks.
"Oh." A sneaking suspicion begins to dawn on Hermione, but it can't be, surely he's not saying…
"Draco..?"
"I love that boy as if he were my own." Suddenly he is the Death Eater Hermione remembers from her childhood and she recoils a little from the ferocity of his snarl. "You will not speak of this to Draco, do you understand me?"
"Yes of course I won't." She shakes her head. "It's really none of my business. I'm flattered by your honesty, but I don't understand why you're telling me any of this?"
"Merlin's beard!" He clutches his head in both hands. "Are you being deliberately obtuse? I thought you were famed for your intellect?"
"I…" Hermione stammers, she is completely lost.
"Following the Primae Noctis ritual Narcissa became pregnant with Draco. There was no need for intimacy between us. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?" He stares at her wide eyed, his chest heaving with exertion.
Hermione stares back. She feels her jaw drop as she eventually puts the pieces of the puzzle together.
"You're...you're a...you're a virgin?" she whispers the question as if someone else might hear.
Wordlessly she holds out her champagne flute for a refill before she sinks down on a chaise lounge by the window.
"How old are you?" She asks faintly.
He doesn't speak for long enough that Hermione thinks he is refusing to answer. "I'm fifty."
"Right." She gulps at her drink. "Didn't it ever occur to you to have sex with someone else? I mean you're an attractive man, you could have…"
"I made a vow to be faithful to my wife." His voice is frosty and Hermione takes a mouthful of champagne to cover her discomfort.
"Yes...sorry...of course." She can't let it lie. "But you and Narcissa have been divorced for years…"
"I didn't ask for your analysis of the situation." His voice is like ice and she can't really blame him. She's embarrassed enough at still being a virgin at the ripe old age of twenty five.
"Right." She takes another slug of champagne. At this rate she'll pass out and miss the event entirely.
"I apologise," Lucius says stiffly. "I am perhaps a little over sensitive when it comes to my lack of experience."
"I completely understand that." Hermione feels herself beginning to gush. "It's terribly frustrating being the only one of your friends never to have had sex. These last few years I've felt like some sort of pariah; as if there's something terribly wrong with me and everybody else is enjoying this big secret I'm not allowed to know.
"Quite," Lucius says without emotion. "Personally, I imagine the act to be much overrated."
"Do you think so?" Hermione looks at him with disappointment. "I suppose I was still hoping for something earth shattering." Lucius looks at her as if she had said she were hoping for the moon to turn pink and land in her back garden. They lapse into an uncomfortable silence.
"Should we get on with it then?" Hermione glances at the clock over the mantle. There are still several hours to go before the ceremony, but she has no desire to sit in awkward silence for the rest of the day.
"Very well." Lucius gives a heavy sigh and rises to his feet. "Shall you take the bathroom first or shall I?"
Hermione frowns. Is this some pureblood cleansing ritual of which she is unaware? She only showered a few hours ago. "What for?" she asks as she braces herself for his condescension. He does not disappoint.
"For disrobing, of course."
Of course. "Won't we undress each other?"
Again, she sees the impenetrable facade of Lucius Malfoy crack just a little.
"Is that the done thing?"
She shrugs helplessly. "I don't know. That's what they do on TV though."
"TeeVee?" Lucius looks confused. It's almost endearing.
"It's a Muggle thing.
"It seems rather overfamiliar to me."
"What does?"
"Removing each other's clothing."
"It's a lot less familiar than you sticking your penis in my vagina."
They lapse into silence for a few moments until Hermione blurts, "This is silly."
She can almost see his hackles rise.
"I can assure you I find nothing foolish in a ritual as old as Hogwarts, nor in my inexperience."
"Not that." Hermione waves aside his concerns. "It's silly we're making such a big deal of this. It's just sex. People do it every day."
"They do?" Lucius looks doubtful.
"They do," Hermione affirms, unsure which of them she is trying to convince. "We're two intelligent people. We should be able to give a good account of ourselves.
"We should?" Lucius continues to look unconvinced.
Hermione braces herself. Clearly she is the one who will have to take the initiative. Taking a deep breath she steps deliberately forward into Lucius' personal space.
"It really won't be that difficult." She attempts to convince them both. "We should start with kissing."
She reaches up and places her hands on his shoulders. He smells amazing; warm, spicy, and male. She wants to bury her face in his neck and take huge lungfuls of his unique scent. She refrains. It is difficult to ignore the fact that he has frozen statue still in her embrace. She reaches up balancing on the tips of her toes in order to reach his mouth. Their lips are millimetres apart. The brush of his breath is warm against her face and heat radiates from his body which dwarfs hers. She parts her lips in anticipation of their kiss.
"I really don't think this is necessary." Lucius takes hold of her upper arms in order to prevent the trajectory of her lips toward his.
"But you said my baby would be a squib."
"I don't mean the intercourse, obviously there's no avoiding that, but there's no need for fripperies such as kissing."
"Right." Hermione twists the enormous engagement ring on her finger a few times, and tries not to feel offended.
Lucius has moved away from her and she regards him closely as she considers her options.
"Do you have a particular objection to kissing?" she finally asks.
Lucius scowls. "Of course not, but I am at a loss as to why it is necessary in order for us to fulfil Primae Noctis. Surely it's quite demeaning enough that you have to have intercourse with me without you engaging in other acts of intimacy."
"You do know I was going to have sleep with Draco don't you? If it makes you feel any better I'm more attracted to you than I am him."
"What?" Lucius looks truly scandalised. "You mean you are not in love with my son?"
"Of course not." Hermione had assumed this would have been discussed. What did the Malfoy's talk about around the dinner table? "Our marriage is an convenient arrangement in which the mutual benefits outweigh the slightly unpleasant prospect of sex."
Lucius looks less shocked by this revelation. Hermione supposes that arranged marriage is a common idea in pureblood circles.
"I presume you agreed to provide an heir as your end of the bargain."
Hermione nods. "Which is fine. I want children anyway. Although not yet which is yet another reason why this ritual is so ridiculous. I'm jammed up to my eyeballs with Muggle contraceptives. There's absolutely no chance of me conceiving any time soon." She cocks her head to one side whilst she considers the implications of what she has just said. "Mind you, that still means I'm going to have to sleep with Draco at some point." She pushes the thought to one side. There's no point in dwelling on future unpleasantness.
She lapses into silence aware that nothing she has said seems to have made Lucius feel any better.
"Are you gay?" The question escapes before she can engage the appropriate filters.
"What on earth makes you think that?" he demands.
"Well, it just makes sense. Your position in society makes you feel that you can't come out. You could be secretly relieved that your father did the dirty work with Narcissa and, whilst you are not free to pursue your own interests, you at least don't have to force yourself to sleep with woman. You can tell me if you are, nobody should have to hide their sexuality."
"I am not gay!"
She backs away a little at his ferocity.
"The opportunity for intercourse has simply not arisen, and I have not sought it out. Is that so difficult to understand? We are not all driven by our base urges, you know."
"I accept that." Hermione nods. "But you are going to have to do it now, there's no getting away from it."
"I'm aware of that."
"In which case don't you want to at least do it properly."
"I didn't know I was doing it improperly."
She sighs. "What I mean is we should try to enjoy it; make it as pleasurable for each other as possible. So that even if you never do it again, and I only do it with Draco with my eyes shut at least we'll have had one memorable experience." She looks pleadingly up at him. She's not quite sure when this became so important to her. In the space of less than an hour she's gone from being resigned to enthusiastic. If she's going to have a chance to sleep with Lucius Malfoy she wants it to be perfect. He looks over at her his brow furrowed in thought.
"I really don't understand you." He finally admits.
"No one does."
"I'm still not entirely sure what you are asking of me and I expect you will have to take the lead and use your experience of the TeeVee, but I can see your logic." He takes a deep breath as if psyching himself up. "I am willing to do as you suggest."
"Right." Lucius has donned a small pair of reading glasses and summoned a parchment and quill. He is seated at the dressing table looking as business-like as it is possible to do whilst surrounded by hair brushes and perfume diffusers. His appearance is rather formidable and reminds Hermione of the one time she attended a Ministry meeting in which Lucius was present. He had left with the trade agreement the Ministry had planned to rescind extended for a further five years under vastly more favourable terms. He was not a man Hermione had every particularly wished to negotiate with.
In comparison to Hermione Lucius now looks much happier.
"I propose that we each set forth our primary objectives." He divides the scroll into two columns. "Where these are mutually achievable we should prioritise them. Where they are not we will negotiate." He looks up at Hermione over the top of his glasses. "Agreed?"
"Yes, fine." Hermione is still not convinced that hammering out a watertight contract is the way to have toe curling sex, but she's pleased to see Lucius looking so much happier and he's going to have to shag her eventually.
"My primary aim is to fulfil the dictate of Primae Noctis." He makes a note on the scroll. "I am therefore obliged to…to" he tails off and the twin spots of colour reappear on his cheeks.
"Ejaculate inside me?" Hermione helpfully supplies.
"Do you think you might be able to moderate your language?" Lucius snaps, as he frantically makes notes on the parchment.
"What? Why?"
"It's exceedingly vulgar, that's why." He is still refusing to meet her eyes.
Hermione bites back a retort. "How would you like me to put it?" she asks instead.
"For example you might say 'reach your completion' rather than 'ejaculate inside me.'" He mimics her voice with a disturbing degree of accuracy. Hermione rubs at her forehead.
"So you want me to talk as if I'm in a historical romance novel?"
"I just wish you didn't have to be so...blunt." Lucius is still making notes, or possibly doodling. Hermione decides to concede the point.
"Fine. I will make an attempt to moderate my language." She bites her lip for a moment as a thought pops into her head. "But in exchange I want you to kiss me." Lucius purses his lips.
"Fine." He makes a note on the parchment and Hermione thinks she could have asked for something more.
"I want to have at least two orgasms," she states.
Lucius gives a heavy sigh and rolls his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry." Hermione bites her lip again and thinks hard. "I'd like to reach the pinnacle of ecstasy at least twice." She looks triumphantly at him. Lucius is still frowning.
"I have been led to believe that the female orgasm is a myth," he says apologetically. "To be honest, Hermione I'm not sure the experience will be very enjoyable for you at all."
Hermione lets out an inelegant snort. "You're not getting out of it that easily. Two orgasms, Malfoy and I'm not doing all the work myself." She taps the parchment until he writes it down.
"Now you ask for something."
Lucius thinks for several moments. "I'd like you to keep your eyes closed."
"What?" Hermione stares at him. "Why on earth would you want that?"
"I would be less uncomfortable if I weren't under scrutiny."
"I'm not going to scrutinise you." Hermione twists her engagement ring again. "But I would like to look at you. How on earth am I going to imagine you every time I have se...make love with Draco if I don't know what you look like?"
Lucius looks taken aback. "Are you really going to do that?"
"Do what?"
"Imagine me when you're…" he waves a hand expressively.
"Oh that, yes, probably." Hermione feels a blush steal across her cheeks.
Lucius' face settles into smug; an expression Hermione is familiar with. She almost breathes a sigh of relief; embarrassed and awkward Lucius is not someone she is used to.
"Fine," he concedes. "You can keep your eyes open."
"Good." Hermione glances at the parchment. "Things still look a little one sided. What else do you want? And if it's to keep your clothes on forget it, it's not happening."
"I don't know." His face is shuttered.
"You must. Surely you've imagined being intimate. What did you think about then?"
Lucius is avoiding her eyes again. "I do not wish to take liberties with your person."
"That's the whole point," Hermione almost shouts.
"I'm inviting you to take liberties. I want you to take them. I'll certainly be taking liberties with you!"
Lucius' eyes crash into hers. His pupils are blown wide and he looks terrified. "I want to touch your breasts," he says defiantly. As if irrevocably drawn they both glance down at Hermione's breasts which are heaving as impressively as A cups can.
"That's a given. How are you going to give me two orgasms if you don't touch my breasts?" She snatches the parchment from his hands and scrawls on it. "I want you to give me oral se- perform cunniling- urgh I can't think of a euphemism…"
"It's fine, I'll do it." Lucius leaps to his feet and snatches the scroll from her hands. "I want you to suck my cock"
Everything freezes. Lucius' jaw has dropped, presumably in shock over his own audacity and vulgarity. His words hang a tangible entity in the air between them. Hermione isn't sure who is more shocked her or Lucius, but she knows without a shadow of a doubt that the time for talking is over. She takes back the, by now rather crumpled, parchment, and flings it over her shoulder before she hurls herself bodily at Lucius.
A/N And a round of applause goes to Rosie AKA the Artful Scribbler who totally guessed that Lucius was still carrying his V card...actually I think it was her idea...
Oh and yeah...it's not finished yet...sorry...
