A/N: Hi everyone! I'm a long-time reader of fanfics but this is the first piece I wrote myself. I kid you not, this story came to me in a dream (a very hot dream), and I knew I needed to write it down to preserve it. I initially just wrote it for myself, but I figured why not share it with some other dream-riddled people? Hopefully it will inspire a few sexy dreams of your own…

UPDATE: This is now a three-shot! First chapter LM/HG. Second chapter SS/HG. Third chapter LM/HG/SS.

Warnings: Rated Mature for sexual content. Please do not read if not over 18.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter franchise.

An Open Mind… and Open Legs

"Do you treat all of your pregnant friends this poorly?"

Hermione's head whipped toward the fireplace in the corner of her private office, a familiar redhead smiling out of the green flames.

"Ginny!" Hermione shouted, jumping up from behind her desk. Her eyes darted quickly toward the clock, wincing guiltily as she noticed the time.

"There I was, starving, waiting on my best friend as James played hopscotch with my ribs. After 45 minutes of staring at the clock, I decided to drag my 9-month pregnant body onto my knees to give her a Floo call and see what the fuck that workaholic was up to."

"Ugh, I'm so sorry," Hermione apologized, rushing over to the side table where two takeout packages were under a stasis charm. She hadn't even heard her assistant come in and drop off the food. "I got caught up with a case."

"Yeah, yeah, I figured," Ginny rolled her eyes playfully. "Just bring that food through or I'll have to send a Bat-Bogey hex." Her head withdrew from the flames as she canceled the call.

Grabbing the takeout boxes, Hermione quickly stepped into the now-empty fireplace.

"Grimmauld Place!" she shouted, throwing a handful of Floo powder at her feet.

"Alright, so what is it this time?" Ginny greeted without preamble, already sitting at the kitchen table with her feet propped up on the chair next to her.

"Just a weird piece of evidence I found at a crime scene," Hermione answered as she placed the takeout on the table. Canceling the stasis charm, she began divvying up the Indian food on two separate plates.

"Merlin's beard, that smells delicious," Ginny moaned, sliding her feet onto the floor so she could lean over the table. She grabbed a piece of naan eagerly and dipped it into a pile of curry.

"Hopefully some spice will help the little guy come out," Ginny said through a mouthful of food. "Bloody sick of carrying around a quaffle in my stomach."

"I'm sure he will come out soon," Hermione smiled, watching as Ginny used her free hand to rub over the prominent bump on her belly. "At the very least, you should be able to magically induce labor by the end of the week if he still doesn't want to budge."

"Yeah, I guess," Ginny agreed before scooping up a forkful of rice. "Anyways, tell me about this weird artifact."

"It's not an artifact, actually." Hermione put her naan down on the table as she reached over to her beaded bag. After rummaging elbow-deep for a few seconds, she pulled out a key. "Our department was able to place a historical trace on it and it's less than a year old."

Ginny's eyes squinted. "Wait, let me see it?"

"There is a small magical aura but nothing malicious," Hermione explained, handing over the key to Ginny's outstretched hand. "But the strangest part is that there is an address etched onto the side, 301 Baker Drive, and there is no Wizarding address listed under that name. The street doesn't exist in all of England."

Ginny turned the key over her hands, holding the metal close to her face. She inspected the inscription for a moment before smiling.

"Oh, Hermione," Ginny's smile grew larger. "You're missing something obvious."

Hermione's jaw dropped in shock. "What do you mean? Do you know what it is?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," Ginny handed the key back to her friend before picking up her fork and continuing to eat. "And give me a second to relish the fact that I know something that you don't know, as I'm pretty sure that has never happened before."

An annoyed frown crossed Hermione's face. "Ha. Ha. Very funny." She began to examine the key more closely, hoping to spot something that she had missed. "Is this a weird Pureblood thing? Is that why I don't know it?" Hermione thought of the people in her department – four Half-bloods and two Muggleborns – and realized that none of them had Pureblood ancestry.

Ginny shrugged before conjuring a glass of water. She took a sip before responding. "Yes and no."

"Yes, it's a Pureblood thing? Or no, it's not?"

"It's both a Pureblood thing and not a Pureblood thing." Ginny scooped up some more rice with her curry. "It was given to Purebloods, but it's a Muggle address."

Hermione's mind whirled as she processed this information. "You're joking."

"Nope," Ginny shrugged. "It was part of the mandatory Pureblood reformation after the War. A bunch of Purebloods were required to take Muggle studies classes to promote anti-stereotype thinking and proper integration. My family was excused from it because we worked for the Order, but Harry helped with the development."

"Harry helped?" Hermione asked in disbelief. "And he didn't tell me?"

"The whole thing was sort of hush-hush. And you were so busy with your own projects, it probably never crossed your mind."

Hermione paused to think about the past 5 years since the War, and realized what Ginny said did have merit. She had practically buried herself in her studies and her work. And as someone who grew up in the Muggle world, it made sense that Harry would combine both non-magical and magical.

"I can't believe you didn't think to check a Muggle address," Ginny smiled.

Hermione groaned. "Ugh, I feel so stupid."

"Don't beat yourself up over it," Ginny pushed Hermione's plate closer to her friend, encouraging her to eat. "You should check the address out."

"Check it out?" Hermione asked around a mouthful of curry. "I thought you said it was for Pureblood reformation classes?"

"Yes, but the… er… facility is still open. It's more like a book club rather than a mandatory class. A lot of people go there to do research or work on Muggle practices, like the Internet or gardening or cooking and stuff. My dad is there practically every week."

"Interesting," Hermione commented, trying to wrap her mind around some sore of Pureblood-Muggle community center.

"Besides," Ginny grunted as she pushed herself out of her seat. After steadying her hands on her back for a moment, she began to waddle over to the sink to wash her hands. "The view alone is amazing and definitely worth it."

"Is it in the mountains or something?"

"Not sure, but I meant the view of a specific arse," Ginny said, shooting a leering grin over her shoulder at her friend. "The wizard that runs the facility has a bum that was sculpted from marble."

"Ginny!" Hermione shouted, choking on a piece of rice. Conjuring a glass of water for herself, she quickly gulped down her drink. "You're married!"

"Yeah, and that doesn't mean I can't spot a fine piece of arse when I see one!" Ginny shrugged, crossing her arms. "I just can't do anything about it."

Suddenly, Ginny's eyebrows shot to her hairline and an impish smile danced across her face. "But you could do something about it…" She looked Hermione over, taking in her friend's modest white blouse and tight pencil skirt. "I bet you haven't had a good shag in a while."

"Ginny," Hermione blushed, standing up quickly. She began smoothing down her skirt self-consciously. "I'm doing just fine on my own."

"Hermione, I know you're bloody fine on your own, I'm just saying that a witch needs a good cock pounding every now and then! And not to mention his long fingers, which could absolutely find that little spot just under–"

"It's the middle of the day!" Hermione protested in disbelief. "I can't just have a midday fuck on my lunch break!"

"Okay, fine, go after work," Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm just saying, I think you would really enjoy this place. And the… company."

Hermione's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Wait... I feel you're being intentionally vague. Do I already know this person?"

Ginny tried to put on a nonchalant look. "Perhaps…"

"Who is it?!" Hermione demanded, racking her brain for which of her acquaintances Ginny would think had a nice arse. Terry Boot? Oliver Wood? "It's not Viktor Krum, is it?"

"No, no," Ginny shook her head. "Good guess though. He does have a nice arse."

"What about–"

"Hermione, I'm not going to tell you." Ginny placed a hand on her friend's shoulders. "Just go with an open mind and I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Hermione sighed, itching to keep arguing the information out of Ginny, but she knew her friend's stubborn determination meant that her mind was made up. "Ok, fine. I'll go with an open mind."

"And open legs," Ginny winked.

Hermione scoffed, rolling her eyes. "It will be purely for research."

"Who says your research can't involve a thick cock pounding into your–"

"Thank you for the information!" Hermione cut her friend off and began making her way over to the Floo. "I need to get back to work!"

"Tell him I said hi!" Ginny called out just before Hermione disappeared into green flames.

—-

After work, Hermione typed the address into her Muggle GPS. Sure enough, Ginny was right. 301 Baker Drive was about a five minute walk from the Leaky Cauldron.

As Hermione walked, Ginny's teasing bounced through her head. And no, she didn't take an extra five minutes in the loo checking her hair. She just thought there might have been a piece of fuzz and she wanted to make sure she was clean. And no, she didn't brush her teeth because she was hoping for a snog. She thought there was some rice in her teeth and she needed to keep her mouth clean to prevent cavities. Hermione nodded to herself, strengthening her resolve about the purpose of her mission. I found this key at a crime scene. It's my duty to investigate this. For research purposes.

As she neared the corner of the block, she began counting the numbered stoops in her head.

295… 297… 299… 303…

Her steps faltered as her heart skipped a beat.

Where's 301? She whipped her head around, looking across the street to see if it had accidentally been squished between the even numbers, but only found the usual 298-300-302 sequence.

Is it under the Fidelius Charm? Hermione stepped closer to number 299, imagining a hidden space between the apartment and the connecting 303. But if I know the address, shouldn't I be able to see the building?

She inched further on the grass, withdrawing her wand to do a quick scan of hidden wards. She quickly went through all the standard Auror protocol charms, even adding a few spells she hadn't had to use since she was on the run in her seventh year. Nothing.

Suddenly, a dull warmth emanated from inside her coat pocket. She felt the warm metal through her button-up shirt, causing a slight shiver to run up her spine due to the abrupt change of temperature. Is that the key?

Cautiously, Hermione withdrew the key from her pocket with one hand, gripping her wand tightly in case the key was cursed. We didn't detect any dark magic back at the office. If anything, it has to be benign or dormant. And Ginny said it was safe…

She examined the key once more in her open palm, tracing her eyes over the now-familiar script engraved along the handle. 301 Baker Drive.

As she read the words again, she felt a familiar pull behind her navel. A port key?! Ginny could have given me a heads up! Hermione's mind whirled as her body spun through space, pulling her from the street and dumping her onto the ground moments later.

As soon as the soles of Hermione's leather boots touched grass, she rapidly cast through the diagnostics of her surroundings. Still in England. No injuries. Standard security wards. No other persons in her immediate proximity .

Her eyes scanned the area around her, her wand held steady and level as she spun in a slow circle. Her steps slowed as she took in the landscape, releasing the surprised breath she had been holding in.

An expertly manicured garden sprawled in different directions all around her, winding in lazy yet intentional arcs and splattered with every hue of the rainbow. Various birds flittered into the path before her, pecking at the grass for a moment before hopping under a bush and moving onto a new section. A warm breeze tickled the back of Hermione's neck, blowing a gentle aroma of flowers and honey. Unlike the air in the middle of Diagon Alley, the air here felt clean, crisp, and untouched. A quick flick of her wand detected what her eyes – and gut – had already told her: no dark magic.

"Excuse me, miss."

Hermione yelped as a small elf popped onto the grass directly in front of her. Forcing a smile onto her face – it's not the elf's fault I'm jumpy! – she peered down at the small elf. "Hello there…"

"Miss, I will be taking your coat for you?" the elf asked, reaching out her hands in Hermione's direction.

"Oh, well," Hermione stuttered, unsure what this elf was doing in the middle of a magical haven. "Thank you, but–"

With a snap, Hermione's coat was folded neatly into the elf's hands. "Would miss be needing a guide?"

"Oh," Hermione paused, taking in the information that the question implied. Does this elf work here? Is this some sort of private garden? Or a protected nature reserve? I was anticipating some sort of classroom or recreational room… She glanced around again, noticing a few people over a hundred meters away. Some were accompanied by elves, some were wandering alone, and some appeared to be closely inspecting the various plants, crouching on their knees to get a closer look.

Turning back to face the elf, she regarded the small creature more closely, noticing a freshly pressed dress and mismatching socks. A hired house elf?

"Actually, I don't-"

"I'll take it from here, Wimbly," a deep voice called from further down the path, behind Hermione.

Spinning around, Hermione felt her mouth drop open as she saw Lucius Malfoy saunter down the hedged path. His cane was resting casually in his hand, bobbing along slightly to match his long strides. A dark wool cloak billowed around him as he walked quickly in her direction, the fabric pulling tightly across his torso and shoulders before settling smoothly behind him in a whisper as he slowed his steps. His hair, still at its usual regal length, fell softly around his shoulders and biceps, framing his face in a less severe look than when she had first met him in her second year.

She swallowed thickly as her eyes scanned his body once again, noticing a lack of tension throughout his whole frame. Where before, an aristocratic rigidity had led naturally to an uncomfortable Death Eater persona, the man before her seemed entirely different, as if the end of the war had given him back the last decade of his life. His usual sneer was replaced with a soft mouth, lending to a genuinely-at-peace resting pensivity. He's definitely changed since I was twelve… she mused silently, tracing the elegant cheek bones that seemed to point directly toward his eyes. Bright eyes, with cloudy blue-gray irises, that seemed to be twinkling slightly as his mouth twitched into a smirk.

"Miss Granger," Mr. Malfoy's smirk stretched into a full grin. He dropped his chin slightly into a small bow.

Hermione's cheeks warmed, realizing she had been caught staring. You were just unabashedly ogling a former Death Eater! The color in her cheeks deepened as Mr. Malfoy reached out a hand in her direction, her body reacting on instinct as she met him halfway. His cool hand grasped her fingers lightly, his head dropping further as he pressed his lips lightly across her knuckles.

Hermione coughed slightly to cover the shiver that shot through her body from the contact. Pull it together, girl! There's no need to be nervous! "Mr. Malfoy."

"What a pleasure to find you here," he dropped her hand, and Hermione crossed her arms tightly in front of her. The smile remained on his face as he followed her quick movements. "And please, call me Lucius."

Am I about to be on a first name basis with a former death eater? This was the man Ginny wants me to sleep with? Hermione's tongue seemed to be glued to the roof of her mouth as her mind began to spin. Am I being a hypocrite? Aren't we all supposed to be turning over a new page after the War? And he did help the Order after the final battle, and gave a lot of useful information that helped us round up the last remaining servants of Voldemort. And he was cleared of all charges, after fulfilling the necessary rehabilitation program and not breaking parole for the past five years… Hermione nodded sharply, seemingly making up her mind on the matter.

"Hermione, then." A polite smile flashed across her face.

"Hermione," Lucius acknowledged with another small nod. "You must forgive my appearance," he waved his hand vaguely in front of himself. Hermione's eyes dropped down his frame, eying small patches of dirt staining his dark woolen trousers. She couldn't help the small blush that creeped back across her face as she imagined the Malfoy patriarch on his knees. "I was helping Severus out in the greenhouse, and this one was temperature controlled to be near-freezing."

"Severus is here?" Hermione perked up at the mention of her former professor-turned-mentor. After Severus Snape's near-brush with death during the War, the elusive spy had quit teaching and opened a small mail-order-only potions business. Hermione, planning to sit her NEWTs in the following spring but reluctant to return for a full school year plagued with memories of war and death, had struck up an agreement with Headmistress McGonagall. Hermione was allowed to intern at Snape's new business, keeping up the quota of potions for the Hogwarts' hospital wing while simultaneously preparing for her exams. It took Snape less convincing than Hermione initially thought it would, but after a month of starting his new business, he realized it was too much to take on by himself – not to mention the amount of people that could put up with his strict expectations and unpredictable temper were far and few between. That being said, Hermione knew he would never admit that he needed help, or that he secretly enjoyed teaching and tutoring. He claimed he just missed having dunderheaded First Years and detention students to allocate the mindless lab prep that he hadn't done since he was an apprentice. But Hermione didn't mind slicing slugs as he helped her get up to NEWT-level speed in her Potions, Defense, and Arithmancy classes. She met with the Headmistress once a week to review the remaining subjects. By the holiday break, Hermione was so far ahead of schedule that Hermione spent almost all of her time helping out in the lab and managing Severus' business for him.

Although she had stopped working for the potions business after sitting for her NEWTs in the spring, Hermione and Severus had remained friends. They corresponded frequently over letters, sharing various research finds (him from new potion experiments, her from investigations she was uncovering at work), and meeting up for tea or takeout or academic conferences every few weeks or so.

"Severus often utilizes the plants in my greenhouses for his little potions experiments," Lucius answered as he carefully took off his thick cloak. "He says I owe him an endless supply of ingredients in return for keeping that Mad Man off my ass." He handed the wool bundle to Wimbly, who was still hovering next to Hermione. In a crack, the elf disappeared with both of their coats. Hermione tried not to notice the way the muscles in Lucius' arms rippled as he rolled up his sleeves, cuffing the dress shirt at his elbows. A light sheen of sweat dotted his previously concealed shirt, which hugged his torso as if it was made for him. On second thought, it probably was custom-made for him.

"That sounds like Severus," Hermione smiled, imagining the snarky tone her former employer had used to deliver that line. She decided to test the waters a bit, curious to how Lucius would react. "But by Mad Man, did he mean Voldemort or Dumbledore?"

Lucius barked out a laugh, caught unexpectedly by Hermione's quip. She felt a flush of warm approval flutter through her chest, pleased she had been able to surprise the man in front of her and also that his laugh was genuine and whimsical – not the controlled purebred laugh she had been expecting.

"Quite right, my dear," Lucius' laughter remained a ghost around his lips, lingering in a soft smile. "And don't think you have to worry about saying his name around me. Severus finally got me comfortable saying Voldemort's name versus the Dark Lord." A grimace of disgust quickly flashed across Lucius' face before disappearing. "He also told me that I have you to thank for getting him comfortable with the idea."

Hermione huffed in disbelief, rolling her eyes despite the small pleased smile creeping across her face. "Oh, I doubt he used those words."

Lucius' grinned. "Right you are again. I believe the exact phrase he used was 'if I have to put up with that pestering little know-it-all cursing out Voldemort and Tom Riddle every time she gets a mere paper cut, you can put up with your oldest friend saying the name of a goddamn sociopath every once in a while.' Or, something like that," Lucius shrugged innocently, his smile contradicting his demureness.

"Ah, that sounds more accurate," Hermione nodded with a knowing smile. "But to be fair, it's much less satisfying to say Merlin's beard when you could be saying Voldemort's tit or Tom's taint."

"It really does humanize the bastard, doesn't it?" Lucius responded. "I'll have to keep those in mind next time I feel the need to swear in front of Severus."

"I believe sweet Riddle's rectum is his personal favorite."

Lucius rolled his eyes with a playful grin. "I don't know whether to trust you or not, but I do like to rile up Severus, so I'll take your word for it."

"Please do," Hermione smiled, imagining the expected moan of disgust from her former professor at her increasingly creative curses.

"In the meantime," Lucius held out his cane, gesturing further down the path. "I assume you're here for the tour…?"

Hermione's cheeks heated up. How did I already forget my plan that I was here for an investigation? "Actually, I'm here on business," she answered quickly.

"Business?" Lucius' brows quirked up in interest. His eyes ghosted down her body, taking in her tight jeans, leather boots, and thin button-up blouse. "Have the Auror uniforms really changed that much?"

"Oh, no," Hermione felt her blush deepen. "I'm not an actual Auror! I mean, I am, but I work in the research department, quite similar to the Unspeakables actually, but more on a criminal basis, so I just do investigations, but I don't mean that I'm here to investigate you, well, not per se, I just happened to find a key at one of the crime scenes, and it had an address on it, and when I mentioned it to Ginny she said she actually knew about this place so naturally I figured it would be safe to go on my own, and I thought I should check it out after work but when I got to the address it looked like the building was Secret-kept, and then when I got closer the key warmed and–"

"Hermione," Lucius cut in, holding up his hands to quell her stammering. "It's okay. No need to explain. I know the basic premise of your job, thanks to Severus, so I'm not surprised you're here. I just thought since you were here after five, it might have been by your own doing versus on a work assignment."

"Oh," Hermione responded dumbly, embarrassed that she had been babbling like a young schoolgirl. "I mean, it's not an official work assignment. I just found the key at work, but I'm here on my own." She shrugged, trying not to put her foot in her mouth further. "So, I guess it's half work, half pleasure?"

"I can work with half pleasure," Lucius' mouth twitched into a smile.

Hermione felt her stomach flip as she remembered Ginny's words from earlier. Determined to keep her eyes off his hands – and above his belt – Hermione met his eyes meekly. "Ginny says hi, by the way."

"Please tell Ginvera I said hello," Lucius nodded politely. "How is she doing?"

"Bout near to burst," Hermione sighed, imagining her waddling friend. "Baby James is two days overdue, which they say is common for your first born, but she just wants him out already."

Lucius nodded politely. "I haven't seen her since she toured the Manor herself. That was a few months ago, so I can only imagine how she's grown since then."

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you give her a tour, if it wasn't required for your rehab? You must have been done with the program well over two years ago."

Lucius gave her a pained smile as he gently guided her up the path. "My dear, there is a difference between the Ministry rehabilitation and one's own atonement."

"Oh?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Lucius nodded, holding his hands behind his back as he walked them through the garden. "Although I didn't know the extent of what I was doing at the time, I felt I needed to make up for my actions toward Ginevra during her first year at Hogwarts."

"Did you know the diary was a horcrux at the time?"

"No," Lucius shook his head, releasing a long sigh. "My only concern was getting a dark artifact, one that could be traced back to an unsavory past, off my property. Unfortunately for her, Ginevra was the perfect scapegoat for my scheme, as I had a personal… distaste… for her father at the time."

Hermione nodded. "That makes sense." She glanced up at him before dropping her eyes to one of the flowers bending over the path. "I'm glad you went out of your way to apologize to her."

"I requested that Mr. Potter set up the meeting," Lucius shrugged, seeming somewhat uncomfortable about the topic. "I didn't think my rehab would be complete until I accounted for all of the sins dealt by my own hand."

"I was tortured on your property, Mr. Malfoy."

Only years of Pureblood training helped Lucius maintain his footing after he nearly stumbled on the path. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to imply that I had not hurt you in some way as well."

"Have you atoned for that as well?" Hermione eyed him curiously.

Lucius hesitated before nodding. "Because your… torture was not done by my own hand, I figured the penance should be the same. I gave an anonymous donation to your department a few years ago."

Hermione's face scrunched up in confusion before understanding dawned on her. "That was YOU!" She stared at him incredulously, her mouth hanging slightly open. "That was enough galleons to completely revamp the entire department with all new equipment and paid my assistant's salary for over two years!"

Lucius shrugged before continuing down the path. "It was the least I could do after you had shed blood on my account. I also remodeled the entire Manor, hoping to erase any negative memories… would you like to see?"

Her stomach flipped nervously, gazing out at the Manor looming in the distance. Even a few hundred yards away, it seemed as intimidating as ever.

"We can avoid the drawing room, if you'd like," Lucius offered softly.

Hermione swallowed thickly, steeling her courage. "Yes, let's start with something else first."

Lucius smiled, reaching down to grab Hermione's hand and place it in the crook of his elbow. "Wonderful." He twisted suddenly, disapparating into thin air and taking her with him.

They popped onto the steps of the Manor, crossing the property in a snap. Unlike the last time Hermione entered these doors, she walked in on her own free will, without being dragged by the snatchers. Hermione appreciated that Lucius allowed her to hold his arm rather than his hand, knowing she would have felt trapped if it seemed like he was pulling her in.

She did her best to ignore how perfectly her hand felt along Lucius' arm. Suppressing a shiver, Hermione gave Lucius a small smile. Fuck, his arm feels muscular. It took everything in her not to give a little squeeze. Imagine how his arms would feel wrapped around your body–

"I wanted to keep the main part of the Manor open to the public," Lucius explained as he guided her through the front entryway. "There is access to the library, the kitchens, the ballroom, and the greenhouses in the back."

"The library?" Hermione's eyes began to wander, searching for the room in question. She had heard rumors over the years about the Malfoy library – it was said to hold generations of rare texts and limited editions of tomes in all languages.

"Yes, but unfortunately the room is reserved today for a private session with a historian," Lucius responded. "She's leading a seminar on the branches of alchemy."

"Ah." Hermione couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that she wouldn't be able to spend a few hours perusing the shelves and skimming through ancient lore.

"I guess you'll just have to come back another day to visit, my dear," Lucius smiled knowingly.

Hermione blushed. Was she really that transparent? "Thank you, I would like that very much."

"In the meantime, let me show you one of the newer renovations. It's only been open for about a month." He guided her down one of the hallways to the left, where the crowd seemed to be a bit thicker. Noise filtered down the hall as they continued, growing louder and louder as they reached a swinging door at the end.

A simple plaque was mounted on the wood. Hermione did a double take as she read the words.

"Does that say supermarket?"

"Yes, it does," Lucius said as he pushed the door open. He held the door for her, gesturing for her to step in first.

A cacophony of noises assaulted Hermione's ears. Colors and fluorescent lights and groups of people crossed in front of her eyes. She was frozen in shock, gazing around the area and well aware that her jaw was probably near the floor.

The spacious room was filled with countless aisles of products. From Muggle electronics and clothing – is that a hoodie sweatshirt?! – to fresh fruit and basic groceries, the entire space looked like something out of her childhood. A memory of shopping with her parents flitted across her mind, causing a wave of nostalgia to crash over her. She struggled to swallow the lump in her throat that had suddenly formed out of nowhere.

"I figured the Wizarding World needed to branch out from Diagon Alley," Lucius explained quietly, noticing Hermione's emotional silent state. "And I wanted to provide Muggle products so if people felt uncomfortable or unsure about shopping outside the Wizarding World, they could come here for their needs." He cleared his throat. "I didn't want someone to be excluded from broadening their experiences just because they were… self-conscious."

"This is incredible," Hermione breathed in awe, turning to face Lucius. "How come more people don't know about this?"

"It's still in the trial run, so-to-speak. I had a soft opening a few weeks ago, inviting all the people who had been here before for research or rehab. We need to iron out a few kinks before we broadcast this to the entire Wizarding world." Lucius shrugged. "The first week we had a major restocking issue, and I'm still getting used to dealing with Muggle money. Arthur Weasley has actually been a lot of help with the management of this place."

Hermione nodded, trying to cover her surprise that Lucius was on good terms with the head of the Weasley family. "I'm sure a lot of Half-bloods and Muggleborns would be eager to help as well."

"Yourself included?" Lucius raised an eyebrow in Hermione's direction. He began guiding them down one of the aisles. Rows of televisions surrounded them, causing flickering flashes of light to dance across their skin.

"Perhaps," Hermione conceded.

Lucius brought them through the electronic section and into the grocery department. "There's another place I'd like to show you."

"Okay." Hermione allowed him to escort them by the produce, bringing them to the far wall. An open doorway revealed a wide set of stone stairs leading downward.

"If people do their shopping up here, we sometimes host cooking classes after," Lucius explained. He began walking down the stairs.

Hermione followed, watching the elegant sway of his hair caress his shoulder blades as he walked. His cane still rested lightly in his left hand, and Hermione noted how his fingers curled delicately around the hard material.

A clattering of pans interrupted Hermione from her musing. As she reached the bottom step, she took in the room before her, seeing the pristine kitchen full of life.

A wizard and a house elf were co-teaching a class in the middle. She recognized the man as a graduate from Hogwarts but didn't know his name – he was a few years older than her. Fascinated, she watched the house elf demonstrate how to temper chocolate as the other man held the bowl up for the crowd of students. About twelve wizards and witches of various ages all carefully followed the instructions at their own stations, hoping to replicate the stirring of the molten chocolate.

The man leading the lesson noticed them approaching, giving Lucius a polite nod before addressing the room. "I'll be around to help check the temperatures in a minute. Keep stirring so the chocolate doesn't harden." He turned back toward the approaching pair. "Would you care to sample the chocolate, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Thank you, Mr. Kim." Lucius smiled, stepping away from Hermione to walk toward the front bench. "I think I would." He reached onto one of the shelves behind the station, grabbing a long skewer. His eyes quickly scanned the counter, looking over the plates of little bites and slices.

"Ah," he said, spotting something along the edge of the pile. Using his skewer, he stabbed a large red strawberry, watching as the juice slowly dribbled out from the puncture point. He lifted the fruit and dipped it into the bowl of chocolate, twisting the long metal rod a few times and covering the strawberry entirely in chocolate. Hermione stared in a trance as his hand twirled back and forth, rolling his fingers rhythmically around the skewer.

"Miss Granger?" Lucius asked, lifting the chocolate-covered strawberry in Hermione's direction. Jarred her from her straying thoughts, Hermione's mouth opened on its own accord as Lucius slipped the strawberry past her lips. She closed her teeth onto the middle of the fruit, feeling her eyes flutter shut as a rush of juice and chocolate coated her tongue.

"Mmm," Hermione moaned, tasting the divine combination inside her mouth. She felt Lucius slide the skewer carefully out of her mouth, a small bit of juice dripping over her lips.

Her eyes snapped open when she felt a hand softly grab her chin. Lucius slowly wiped his thumb along her bottom lip, collecting the leftover juices as his blue-gray irises burned into her own. She felt her cheeks flame as he let his finger linger on her lips. He raised his other hand with the skewer, opening his lips and slipping the remaining bite of Hermione's strawberry into his own mouth. He chewed unhurriedly, savoring the mix of flavors while locking eyes with Hermione.

"Delicious," Lucius smiled after swallowing the fruit, finally dropping his hand from her face. Hermione felt a rush of arousal as he licked some juice away from the corner of his mouth. She glanced over his shoulder, relieved to see the other wizard had already left to help the students.

Hermione took a long breath, sucking in the air to try to calm her pounding heart. She let her eyes wander around the room, finally breaking eye contact with Lucius. She could see him smile out of the corner of her eye and she knew that her cheeks were probably redder than the strawberry right now. Damn, I really need to get laid so I don't get flustered from a single piece of fruit.

Ginny's words whispered through her head. I bet you haven't had a good shag in a while. Who says your research can't involve a thick cock pounding into you? Hermione's blush traveled further down her neck as she pictured Lucius walking up behind her, bending her over one of the kitchen counters, and fucking her until she screamed.

"Hermione?" Lucius interrupted her lewd fantasy, causing her to give a small yelp in surprise as she turned around.

"Yes?" Hermione's voice squeaked out.

"There's one more room I'd like to show you, if you're interested. It involves a… peculiar kind of magic. I'd like to find out what you think of it."

All thoughts of being devoured on the kitchen counter evaporated from Hermione's head at the prospect of learning something new. "What kind of magic?"

Lucius started walking back toward the stairs as he explained. "It is definitely dark in nature, but it's been mostly stabilized."

"Interesting." Hermione followed him up the stairs. "Is it cursed?"

"Not exactly," Lucius said. "However, it was created by Voldemort."

Hermione's steps slowed. "What does it do?"

Lucius slowed his steps to match Hermione's pace. "It's best if I just show you."

"Is it safe?"

"Yes," Lucius responded immediately. "We had the entire grounds stripped of dark magic, but this is the only remaining entity. We were able to lessen the darkness almost entirely, but a few traces still remain at its core."

Hermione walked silently for a few moments, processing this information as she followed Lucius. After a few minutes of pensive quiet, they reached a long hallway. Standing alone at the end of the passage was a single wooden door.

As they approached the doorway, Lucius glanced at the still-silent Hermione. "My dear, I promise I shall not allow any further harm to come to you on this property."

Hermione regarded him carefully, finding sincerity in his eyes.

"I believe you."

A quick smile stretched across Lucius' face. "Thank you." He gave a nod toward the entryway. "It's just behind this door."

Lucius reached down and twisted the doorknob, pushing the heavy door open with his shoulder. "The first door is always the hardest to open," he explained, bodying the heavy wood forward. Hermione quickly slipped past him, hearing the door thud loudly as Lucius stepped into the room behind her.

The area was a perfect square, stretching about six meters by six meters. A large, overstuffed sofa dominated the space, covered in soft pillows. Aside from the couch and a plain door at the far side of the room, the area was bare of any other furniture or adornments.

"It functions similarly to the Room of Requirement," Lucius said, stepping forward and leaning slightly along the edge of the sofa's arm. "I obviously don't know how he did it, but Voldemort meddled with the Manor's wards enough to create a sort of pocket dimension of space. Draco was actually the first to discover and identify it – his experience with the Vanishing Cabinets actually helped us stabilize the magic enough to explore it."

"What was this room before?" Hermione asked, curiously running her hands over one of the pillows.

"It didn't exist," Lucius shrugged. "And it's never bigger than about ten meters or so. I don't know how he did it, but it's as if this room is another dimension. Snape thinks Voldemort was looking for a way to hide his horcruxes on a different plane."

"Interesting." Hermione's face twisted in concentration for a moment. Her eyes flickered around the room, searching for any differences. "Does it work the same way the Room of Requirement does? I just asked the Room for a blanket, but nothing changed."

Lucius stood up, motioning toward the back of the room. "That was the thing that took us the longest to figure out. It kept Severus up for two weeks straight, but Draco got it in about six hours, much to his chagrin." He walked toward the door in the back, watching as Hermione followed him. "The room only does one request at a time, and you have to ask it as you open the door. The space shifts according to your need, expanding or contracting to whatever space you imagine so long as it's within the ten-by-ten frame. Your request will be in the center of the room. And another door will appear in the back, if you want to move on to a new space or request. You only need to retreat back through one previous door to pop out in the Manor hallway, though."

Hermione's eyes lit up in wonder. "That's incredible! It's like an infinite loop of evolving rooms. I didn't think it was possible to create something that functions in the same way as the Room of Requirement."

"It's not," Lucius shook his head. "The Original Room utilized ancient magic, embedded within Hogwarts itself. This room was built on Dark Magic, and is much glitchier than the other Room. Although we've stripped it of as much Darkness as we could manage, there's still little temperamental undertones to the requests sometimes."

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned.

"Sometimes the Rooms are fine, granting the request with no problem." Lucius waved toward the couch.

"But sometimes…?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"Sometimes, the Room has a more… devilish quality to it."

"Devilish?"

"Trickster," Lucius corrected. "Ill-intended, even if it's not dangerous. We don't know why it glitches, and sometimes the room prevents magic. But certain requests have not come out in the way we expect."

"Like what?" Hermione asked curiously.

"See for yourself," Lucius nodded in the direction of the door. "Ask for a drink of water."

Hermione peered up Lucius, emotions warring behind her eyes. Am I really about to trust a former Death Eater with a request for a room specifically designed by Voldemort? Releasing the breath she was holding, she let the oxygen slowly seep back into her lungs and calm her heartbeat. Here goes nothing.

Grasping the door knob tightly, she twisted the handle. I would like a drink of water, she commanded in her mind, closing her eyes in concentration.

She pushed the door open, stumbling slightly as it swung open easily, unlike Lucius' first door. The first one really is heavier, I guess.

Blinking her eyes open, she took in the plain room around her. This time, the walls curved into a perfect circle, taking up roughly the same amount of space as the previous room. Gray tiles covered the floor without pattern, adding to the general blandness. In the center of the room was a small table with a single glass of water on it.

Her eyes flicked nervously to the back wall. "Where's the next door?"

"It doesn't appear until you close the current door." Lucius answered, gently shepherding her fully into the room so he could step in behind her and shut the door. Sure enough, as soon as the frame clicked shut, a new door appeared along the far wall.

Hermione took a step toward the water before she remembered Lucius' previous warning. "What's the catch?"

He gestured toward the glass. "You'll see when you take a sip."

Hermione glanced nervously at the table, which appeared to be standing innocently with a small glass filled to the rim. Stories from Harry flitted through her brain. She pictured Voldemort's cave, where Dumbledore had to choke down a burning potion that caused horrific memories to surface. She recalled an unquenchable thirst and Aguamenti not staying in the cup. Her stomach twisted nervously as she remembered the demonic Inferi Harry had described. She removed the wand from her pocket.

"Aguamenti," she whispered. Her eyes grew in horror as no water was summoned.

"Magic doesn't work in all the rooms," Lucius quickly reminded her as Hermione's face whipped to him in a panic. Her eyes flickered between fear and anger as she failed another spell, her wand remaining unlit after her shout of Lumos.

Slowly, she turned back toward the glass of water on the table.

"Is it poisonous?"

"No, no, of course not," Lucius assured, stepping closer and grabbing the glass. "It just… glitches." He shrugged and raised the glass to his lips, swallowing the cool water.

Instantly, the entire room began cascading with water. Hermione shrieked as water showered from the ceiling like rain, reminding her of Muggle fire alarms.

"This is what I meant by trickster," Lucius shouted over the pouring water, holding out his hands to the room. "Scared the living shite out of Draco the first time he tried to take a sip."

Hermione laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation, watching the rain pound against her outstretched hands. "I'm sure he looked like a drowned ferret," Hermione laughed again, imagining the lanky boy getting unexpectedly drenched.

Her laughter caught in her throat as she looked up at Lucius, who was staring at her intently. His waterlogged hair was stuck to the side of his face, highlighting the curve of his cheekbones. Two pink spots were dusted across his cheeks and his mouth was slightly parted, staring at her intently. She saw him inhale sharply as he slowly scanned his eyes down her body.

Hermione's own cheeks turned red, suddenly aware that her thin white blouse was practically transparent now that it was wet. She swallowed the lump that had unexpectedly formed in her throat. Allowing her eyes to slowly slide down Lucius' own body, she took in his light gray shirt, now dark from water and hanging off his torso like a glove. His broad shoulders gave way to firm biceps and a filled-out torso, hinting at a lean yet hard abdomen. His soaked pants did nothing to hide the appearance of a sudden bulge around his groin, causing Hermione to snap her eyes back up to his.

"Next room?" she squeaked out, feeling her pulse start to race.

"Yes," Lucius answered quickly, turning on the spot and hurrying toward the far door.

"Ask for a towel!" Hermione called out over the rain, jogging up to him as he turned the handle.

They quickly rushed into the next room before Lucius stopped short, almost causing Hermione to crash into him. Peering around his frozen body, she took in the room before glancing up at his shell-shocked expression.

"Another glitch?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, allowing the door to shut behind her. She stepped around him, throwing a knowing smirk over her shoulder as she began to make her way across the room to the new door.

Lucius coughed, raising an eyebrow of his own as if to challenge her to suggest differently. "Of course."

He followed her across the room, quickly skirting around the giant king bed that dominated the entire space. He had to turn sideways to make it through the tight passage between the bed and the wall. When he finally reached the far door, he was greeted with a still-soaking Hermione, who had her arms crossed in front of her and a knowing twinkle dancing in her eyes.

"Shall I try the next door, or do you want to give it another go?"

Lucius rolled his eyes, fighting a small smile. "Oh, hush, and open the door. I can't help what my mind asks for when I'm presented with the mere image of Aphrodite emerging from the ocean."

Hermione bit her lip as she turned the knob, trying to ignore the way Lucius' words caused butterflies to erupt in her stomach. Focus. Focus. Focus. I want to be dry.

She pushed the door open, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw a rack of towels in the middle of the room. What would she have done if another bed appeared, this time by her own doing?

"Ah, the glitch is fixed," Lucius said casually, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Wonder how that bed appeared in the last room…"

Hermione rolled her eyes, walking toward the towels and grabbing one. Before she could respond to Lucius, the room suddenly filled with a warm wind, swirling around them like a magical tornado.

"Another glitch," Lucius shouted over the wind storm, his hair whipping all over his face.

"It's like being in a blow dryer!" Hermione yelled back, laughing as the wind pushed her back a few steps. Her curls danced around her face as the storm sent her skidding into a side wall.

Lucius let out a laugh of his own as the warm cyclone pushed him along the opposite wall, facing Hermione from across the room. "Looks like we won't need a towel!"

Hermione looked down at her hand, dropping the now useless towel and watching it slap loudly into the wall next to her as the wind whipped into it. "Guess you're right!" She noticed her wand still in her other hand and figured she would see if her magic was back in this room.

"Lumos!" Hermione shouted, smiling as the tip of her wand lit up. "Hey, look!" she waved her wand in Lucius' direction to show him.

He withdrew the wand from his cane and tested his, too. "Same here!" Lucius waved his lit wand back at her.

Hermione tried to take a step toward him but was pushed back along the wall again by the wind. She looked over at the back wall, positioned adjacently to her right. The door sat innocently in the center, five meters away from both of them.

"How are we going to get to the door?" Hermione asked, motioning toward the frame.

Lucius tried a step himself, only to be pushed back in a similar manner as Hermione. "Do you have any spells in mind?"

Hermione paused, before waving her arm in an arc. "Finite incantatem!" The wind continued, undisturbed.

"You can't change the effects of the room," Lucius shouted. "We can only use spells that don't change the request, like Lumos or Accio."

He pointed his wand at the door. "Accio door! Accio doorknob! Accio door frame!" He grunted in frustration.

"We can't call the door to us, but maybe if we get closer to each other, we will have enough weight to fight against the wind?"

Lucius shrugged. "Worth a try, but how am I supposed to reach you?"

Hermione bit her lip, contemplating the best course of action. She pointed her wand at Lucius. "Accio Lucius Malfoy!"

Lucius stayed put, but shifted his wand toward Hermione. "Accio Hermione Granger!"

"You usually can't summon people, but I was hoping it might work since the Room has different magic rules." Hermione shrugged. "Guess not."

"Is there anything else we can try summoning?"

Hermione paused before biting back a smile. "Hold onto your shirt."

"My shirt?" Lucius asked incredulously, eyes squinting as if he hadn't heard her correctly.

"Accio Lucius Malfoy's shirt!"

Lucius yelped as his body was instantly pulled forward a step, his shirt contracting around him as it tried to meet Hermione's spell over the wind. She heard him swear as the shirt ripped around his torso, stretching away from him as it forcefully divested. He grabbed onto one of the sleeves just as the seam tore, causing him to slide forward another meter before the fabric was wrenched from his grasp and flew directly into Hermione's outstretched hand.

"Voldemort's tit," Hermione swore softly as she held the Lucius-less shirt in her hand. "I really thought that was going to work."

"Glad I could be your guinea pig," Lucius rolled his eyes, once again pressed back into the wall without the leverage of Hermione's summoning spell to pull him forward.

Hermione bit her lip again as she scanned Lucius' half-nude body, following the ridges of his pecs and the light shadow of his abs. Her mouth, even without the help of the Room's magic, was suddenly dryer than the desert as her eyes drifted down the defined vee muscles leading into his pants. "Do you have any other ideas?"

Lucius remained quiet for a minute, seemingly unaware – or politely ignoring – Hermione's ogling from across the room. Finally, he asked, "Do you trust me?"

Hermione's stomach twisted again, a mixture of attraction and uncertainty coursing through her veins. Reflecting on his actions all day, in addition to the enlightening conversations about his past five years after the War, Hermione needed only a moment of consideration before responding. "Yes."

Lucius nodded, raising his wand in front of him and pointing it at her. She watched him take a deep breath before casting the spell. "Incarcerous!"

Instantly, ropes shot out of the tip of his wand and encircled Hermione's body. She gasped as the ropes bit into her back, pressing against her skin and the wall. Her eyes widened in shock before she realized what he had planned.

"I'm going to pull us into the center so we can get closer to the door!" Lucius shouted, concern etched along the grooves around his eyes. "Is that okay?"

"Yes!" Hermione nodded. "It's brilliant!" She stumbled slightly as he began pulling her forward, using the ropes as leverage to pull himself forward a step as well. "I can't believe I didn't think of it!"

Lucius laughed as he pulled them forward another step against the wind. "My dear, you're surprised a Death Eater thought to use a rope-binding spell before you did? You're a member of the righteous Golden Trio."

"Former Death Eater," Hermione corrected him as she was pulled forward another step, nearly half the distance from the center. "And I've done some immoral things as well, so don't be so self-deprecating."

"What, did you cheat on an exam?" Lucius teased, gripping the rope tightly as he pulled himself a step closer. Hermione tried not to notice the definition of his muscles as he tugged the rope.

"I would never cheat on an exam," Hermione scoffed, her footsteps faltering slightly before she recovered. "And I was thinking more along the lines of luring Dolores Umbridge into the forest where she was consequently kidnapped and assumedly gang-raped by angry centaurs."

Lucius nearly dropped the rope. "You did what?!"

"Well, I only lured her there so she wouldn't torture Harry. I didn't know the rest of the things would happen." Hermione shrugged. "But I also didn't stop them from happening."

Lucius paused, staring at her demure expression before he resumed pulling the rope. "You, Miss Hermione Granger, are full of surprises."

"As are you," Hermione raised an eyebrow as she was pulled the final step towards Lucius.

They stood staring at each other a moment, their eyes flitting over the other's face as the wind whipped their hair between them.

Hermione looked between her billowing curls, meeting Lucius' eyes peeking through his own waving golden locks.

"Next room?" Lucius asked, raising his eyebrow with a small smile.

Hermione nodded, still wrapped in the magical rope. Lucius' arms reached out to encircle her waist, drawing her into his chest.

Hermione drew in a sharp breath, feeling his smooth skin against her restrained arms. He squeezed his arms tighter around her, causing Hermione to practically melt into his chest.

"On three?" he whispered into her ear, his breath causing her neck to break out into goosebumps.

Afraid she wouldn't be able to speak, Hermione nodded again, thankful she didn't have to look at his face due to the angle she was pressed into his body. I don't trust myself not to do something stupid.

"One… two… three…" Lucius counted, urging their bodies one step closer to the door. Although the wind was still strong, it was easier to fight the surges through their combined weight, and they reached the door soon after.

"Relashio," Lucius whispered, allowing the ropes to drop around Hermione even as his arms held her tightly against him.

"The door," Hermione motioned behind him. Now free of binds, her arms snaked around his waist, ghosting softly over his spine.

Lucius reached out blindly, eyes locked on Hermione, as he fumbled for the doorknob. Finally finding it, he pushed the door open and guided her through gently. He followed closely behind just as the wind slammed the door shut behind him.

Unlike the previous room, this area was dark, and they both blinked as their eyes adjusted to the light. "Lumos," Lucius whispered. He let out a frustrated sigh when his wand remained unlit.

"Lucius," Hermione said softly, still standing directly in front of him.

"Hermione," Lucius responded, reaching out to grab onto her with one hand so he didn't lose her in the darkness. He felt her breath ghost across his chest as his eyes began to adjust to the lack of light.

"...Is this a broom closet?"

Lucius' hands stilled. Squinting through the darkness, he reached out to the side and was met with a solid wall. He did the same on the other, finding more cool concrete. Reaching around Hermione, his hand found the far wall immediately, confirming her suspicions that they were only in a small, tight, unlit room. A broom closet.

"...Yes. I… think it is."

"Interesting." Hermione commented. He let out a long breath as he felt her body brush against the front of him as she turned to face the back wall. "Do you know why?"

Lucius paused, positive that Hermione must be teasing him again. Magic or not, there could only be one reason why a man would want to be in a tight, barely-lit closet with a beautiful witch. Remembering the way she unsubtly examined his shirtless body, he figured he might as well take the risk. Sweet Riddle's rectum, this better not backfire. "Must be the same glitch as before, with the bedroom."

She couldn't see his face now that she was examining the wall where the new door had appeared, but she still felt the heat radiating off his body. She glanced over her shoulder, taking in the rise and fall of his bare chest as he breathed deeply, his pale skin practically glowing in the darkness.

Even with practically no light, he could see her alluring smile as she looked up at him over her shoulder, eying him through her lashes.

"And what is it that you asked the Room for, Mr. Malfoy?"

He stepped forward slowly, closing the mere inches of space left between them. She heard his cane clatter to the floor beside them, echoing off the stone in the tightly enclosed space. Reaching for her hips, he spun her around so she was pulled flush against his bare chest. "You know very well what I asked for," he growled before slamming his lips onto her own.

She mewled in pleasure as her arms snaked around his shoulders, pulling herself even closer to him as his hands lowered to her ass. She ran her fingers through his hair, moaning as his tongue licked along the seam of her lips before dancing in for a taste.

He lifted her easily into his arms, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he pushed her back against the wall. They both groaned from the contact, feeling every inch of their bodies locked together as he began grinding into her against the door.

Hermione moaned again as Lucius pulled his mouth away from her lips, making a path along her jaw and down her neck. His hands continued to work her ass, pulling her against the prominent bulge in his pants as he ground her further into the door.

"I asked the Room for a reason to kiss you," Lucius whispered into her ear as he dragged his tongue back up her neck. "I asked for a small room so I could feel your body pressed against mine, like this." He ground into her again, causing her to let out another loud moan of pleasure. "I asked for a flat surface that I could fuck you against."

Hermione grabbed his jaw and slammed her lips back onto his, cutting off a moan of his own. Her tongue immediately began to explore his mouth as her hands wandered down his torso. She palmed his pecs, feeling his quick intake of breath as her fingers playfully pinched his nipples.

He growled, dropping his mouth back to her neck and sucking sharply, lightly scraping his teeth over her pulse.

"I want to devour you," Lucius moaned into her skin, switching his mouth to the other side of her neck where he began to make a matching mark. Hermione keened loudly, feeling a rush of arousal head southward through her body.

She reached behind her, fumbling for the doorknob before seeking purchase and twisting. Lucius stumbled forward a step with her still in his arms, adjusting as the door swung open.

"I figured we could use a little more room," Hermione explained as Lucius blinked to take in the brighter lights.

After seeing the room, he laughed and walked them both toward the marble kitchen counter in the center. He placed her on the edge, standing between her legs that were still wrapped around his waist. "This looks like an exact replica of the counter down in the Manor kitchen," he smirked, running one hand over the smooth familiar marble. "Was someone having some naughty thoughts on the tour earlier?"

Hermione blushed, unable to help the small smile that tugged at her lips. "Oh, hush. I can't help what my mind asks for when I'm presented with Adonis' rippling muscles." She dropped her mouth down to his collarbone and ran her tongue slowly along his pec, playfully dragging her teeth before sucking sharply.

"Minx," Lucius growled, pushing her back so she was resting on her elbows and he loomed over her. He hovered both of his hands above her torso. "Divesto!"

Hermione giggled as her shirt remained intact. "Looks like the magic is glitching."

Lucius groaned in frustration before taking both sides of her buttoned shirt and tearing it apart. Buttons went flying all over the makeshift-kitchen before Lucius tossed the destroyed shirt over his shoulder.

"There," Lucius said defiantly, dragging his lips over the edge of her bra. The delicate lace tickled as it brushed against her sensitive skin and Hermione couldn't help but release a wanton moan. "I guess we'll just have to do this the Muggle way." He trailed his tongue under the lip of the fabric, slithering slowly down between the valley of her two breasts. Opening his mouth further, he gripped the bottom wire between his teeth, pulling slightly. The bra shifted a few inches down her body, exposing her nipples over the top of the cups.

He captured one in his mouth, rolling the hard pebble between his lips and gently grazing it with his teeth. At Hermione's mewling in his ear, he reached up and grabbed the other nipple, swiftly twisting it between his fingers.

"So, tell me, my dear," Lucius said between wet kisses and tugs. "What were you thinking about on the tour?"

"Ungh…" Hermione moaned loudly, her head dropping back to push her breasts further into Lucius' mouth and hands.

"Ah, ah, ah," Lucius tsked softly, twisting one of her nipples sharply before removing his hand. He reached around and undid the clasp, allowing her bra to fall loose. He lowered his mouth to the bottom of her breast, intentionally avoiding the nipple. "Only good girls get taken care of." He slid one hand down her stomach, rubbing softly across the skin just above her jeans. "Be a good girl and tell me what you were thinking about on the tour."

"You," Hermione groaned, squirming to inch herself closer to Lucius.

"Yes, dear, I gathered that," Lucius smirked as he kissed the underside of her breast again. He blew softly across her nipple, his breath causing goosebumps to immediately erupt over the damp flesh. "Tell me what dirty thoughts appeared in that brilliant brain of yours." He grasped her hips, preventing her from moving any more on the counter.

"Fuck," Hermione swore, writhing against Lucius' hands as she tried to seek out more friction.

"Tell me and I may deliver," Lucius' voice sung out softly. The promise in his words was emphasized with one forceful thrust of his pelvic area, grinding against Hermione's jeans.

"Oh, God," Hermione keened, her eyes rolling back into her head. "I imagined you pouring that melted chocolate all over my body before you slowly licked it off." Hermione gasped as Lucius ground into her again, causing her voice to come out at a higher pitch.

"Is that all?" Lucius asked, licking a path between her breasts. He twisted one nipple and pulled slightly.

"And then I pictured you bending me over the counter and fucking me, still with all of your clothes on."

Lucius' mouth curved into a leering grin. "See, was that so hard?" His hands dropped toward her jeans, quickly undoing her belt. "Unfortunately, I can't ask the room for chocolate, and you already robbed me of my shirt, but I most definitely can lick every inch of you before pressing you into the counter and having my cock pound into your pretty little pussy."

Lucius tugged down her jeans and underwear in one quick movement. The fabric bunched up at her ankles, getting caught on her boots. He quickly dropped to his knees, flipping her bound legs over his shoulders and settling in between her thighs. "I promise to deliver on the chocolate as soon as we are out of here," Lucius vowed, looking her in the eye as his tongue darted out to take one long, full lick of her quim.

Hermione moaned as her eyes fluttered shut. Her head flung back as Lucius attacked her with thorough enthusiasm, lapping up her leaking juices before swirling his tongue into her entrance. It wasn't long before Hermione's legs began shaking around his head, feeling the familiar rising wave of her orgasm start to build. She tried inching back, overwhelmed with the sensation. Lucius gripped her hips tightly, pulling her further into his face as he sucked on her clit.

Hermione screamed as her orgasm racked through her, her hips lifting off the counter to press harder into Lucius' mouth. He held her closely as he eagerly drank her fluids, keeping her in place even as her orgasm started to fade. She felt her body twitch as his onslaught continued, drawing out the orgasm until she collapsed in a boneless pile.

"Delicious," Lucius smiled, licking his lips as he lifted her legs over his shoulders. He pulled her boots off before rolling the jeans over her feet. Hermione watched him through half-lidded eyes, unable to move her body to help him.

He rose to his full height, pulling Hermione closer to the edge of the counter before carefully turning her over onto her stomach. "Much better than chocolate, my dear," Lucius whispered into her ear, pressing her back into the hard planes of his abs. Hermione's head lolled back against his shoulder, her post-orgasmic bliss making her almost lethargic.

"Fuck me, Lucius," Hermione pleaded, sliding her ass against his crotch. The thick wool rubbed against her bare skin, causing a shiver to run through her body.

"Such a demanding witch," Lucius tsked, pulling his hips back as he pressed her torso face-down onto the counter. Hermione gasped as the cool marble pressed into her overly-sensitive nipples. "You forget that this is my house, and I shall do as I please." He began a slow path of wet kisses down her spine, feeling her squirm below him. His hands palmed her ass, warming the skin before slapping her slightly with one hand. Hermione jolted forward in surprise, her tight nipples sliding sharply across the counter. Her surprise turned into a moan as Lucius delivered a blow to the other cheek, causing the lip of the counter to press against her tender clit.

He spanked her a few more times, allowing Hermione's skin to pink smartly as her body squirmed against the onslaught. The juices of her arousal dripped down the inside of her thighs, coating Lucius' hand as he delivered a quick slap to her quim.

"Now, I wonder why you wanted me to fuck you in my clothes," Lucius pondered out loud, letting his fingers swirl along the liquid at her entrance. Hermione keened softly into the counter as one of his fingers danced into her entrance before retreating.

"Is it because you like my clothes so much?" Lucius asked, dipping the finger into her again and twisting, causing Hermione's legs to twitch as another moan ripped through her. "No, I don't think that's it…" Lucius withdrew his finger again, now glistening with her arousal, and circled her clit slowly. "What about because you enjoy the feeling of expensive wool against your dripping pussy?" Lucius punctuated his words with a quick thrust, rubbing his cloth-covered erection against Hermione's swollen vagina. Hermione mewled deeply, arching her back into Lucius just as he pulled his hips out of her reach. He chuckled softly as he ghosted his fingers over her clit again. "Although that may be true, I don't think that's the reason why you asked."

Lucius stepped back again, dropping his hands from Hermione. She was ready to protest but stopped when she heard the tell-tale signs of metal as Lucius' meticulously undid his belt. She glanced over her shoulder, watching Lucius lower his zipper slowly. He released a breath between clenched teeth when his underwear-covered erection sprung free from the wool trousers. The gray hues in his eyes were almost completely overtaken by his dilated pupils, and Hermione watched as he slipped his cock over the waistband of his pants.

He reached out a hand, pushing her fully against the counter again just as he pressed into the back of her legs. She felt the warm head of his cock slip against her lower lips, causing her to moan as the wool of his pants brushed against her reddened upper thighs.

"You see, Hermione," Lucius bent his body over her back, whispering into her ear. "I know the real reason why you wanted me to fuck you in my clothes." He shifted his hips slightly, allowing his cock to slide along the entrance of her pussy, coating himself in her fluids. Hermione bit her lip, choking back another moan as he teased her. "You wanted me to be so overtaken with lust that I had to fuck you immediately, not even taking time to disrobe properly before I slammed my cock into your needy little pussy." He slid his cock slowly into her entrance, finally allowing his length to fill her. Hermione moaned between clenched teeth, feeling Lucius' penis stretch her insides.

"That's what you wanted, right?" Lucius asked as he pulled his cock out of her entirely before slamming back in quickly. Hermione screamed as the sensation rushed through her body. "You wanted the big bad Death Eater to need your body so badly that he didn't even give you time to think, he just took what he wanted right there on the counter." He slammed into her again, causing Hermione's eyes to roll back into her head.

"Yeesss," she hissed, feeling waves of arousal crash over her body. Each thrust of Lucius' cock caused her body to slide against the counter, biting into her nipples and the edge of her hips.

"Well, my dear," Lucius' voice strained slightly as he continued the onslaught with his hips. "I'll have you know that I wanted to fuck your tight little body right there in the garden, even before we made it into the house." Lucius' hips snapped forcefully against her ass, causing the counter edge to rub against her clit. "I was already imagining taking you on all fours in the flower bed, and having you ride my cock on one of the benches, and watching your pretty little mouth take me behind the rose bushes." Lucius groaned as he felt Hermione's pussy clench around his cock, causing his pace to falter slightly. "By the time we got to the kitchens, I was so rock hard that all I could think about was spreading you across the table like an all-you-can-eat buffet and consuming every inch of you."

Hermione mewled at Lucius' words, feeling her orgasm building quickly. As if sensing her near the edge, Lucius reached one hand under her body, seeking the tiny bud at the juncture of her hips. He danced two fingers across her clit as he picked up his pace, slamming into her G-spot. Hermione's body tightened around him just as he pinched her clit, causing her orgasm to slam through her like a speeding train. She let out a deep scream as Lucius continued pounding into her, fucking her through her orgasm as she trembled. His rhythm became erratic, and she felt him give two final deep thrusts, moaning loudly in her ear as he finally came. His body slumped over hers, curling around her frame. She felt his breath move the curls of her hair as he panted heavily.

They stayed silent for a minute as they recovered, both of them sweating and breathing deeply. Eventually, Lucius withdrew from Hermione's body, allowing his limp cock to slowly slip out of her as he stood up.

"Riddle's sweet rectum, that was amazing," Hermione whispered softly, still not moving from her position over the counter.

Lucius laughed, carefully tucking himself back into his pants. "Well said, my dear."

Hermione rolled over, eyeing Lucius as he began smoothing out his hair with his hands. The normally pristine locks were slightly damp with sweat and fussed up along the edges. Hermione's eyebrows shot up her forehead as she watched him remove a simple black elastic from his pocket and tie back his hair into a low ponytail.

"Anything you'd like to comment on?" Lucius asked, noticing Hermione's surprised expression.

"Just didn't take you for the type to be sporting a Muggle hair tie."

Lucius rolled his eyes as he closed the distance between them. "With hair like yours, you must know that a Muggle elastic is much more efficient than a ribbon or a clip." He twisted a lock of her hair around his finger, watching the curl bounce slightly as he pulled it.

"I just didn't expect it," Hermione shrugged. She felt her pulse quicken as her eyes traced the strong line of Lucius' jaw, which seemed even more defined now that his hair was pulled back.

"Would you rather I use a brooch?" Lucius asked, slipping his hand further under her hair so it cupped the back of her neck. "Or, perhaps a bit of… rope?"

Hermione's chest began to rise quickly, her breath quickening as she remembered being bound by Lucius in the previous room. She could still picture how her restrained body felt pressed against Lucius' naked chest, helpless against his control.

Lucius smiled knowingly, taking in Hermione's dilated eyes and sharp breaths. "Ahh, I think you would prefer that." He dropped his lips to her neck, tasting the salty layer of sweat as he licked a path to her ear. "Does the idea of being at my mercy excite you, my dear?"

Hermione moaned in response, allowing her eyes to flutter shut as Lucius kissed along her neck.

"Yes," Hermione hissed, her hands reaching around to Lucius' back and pulling him even closer.

Lucius' arms slid underneath her and scooped her easily into his arms. "Let's see what the Room can give us, shall we?" Lucius asked, striding over to the door at the back of the room. Quickly twisting open the door, Hermione's moans echoed as the solid wood door shut fully behind them.

A/N: That's it for now! Toying around with the idea of making this a two-shot, where they make good on Lucius' promise of chocolate or ropes, but we will see. Also considering adding a little menage-a-trois with Severus (because I love me some Snape), but I can't decide if I want to add that layer yet. Let me know your thoughts!

A/N Update: This is now a three-shot!