It's been a year. Life happens, I'm afraid. Sorry to keep you waiting, but I cannot tell you how incredibly good it felt to have the desire and motivation to write this chapter and round off the story. I still LOVE writing for these two and may well drop a few one-shots in the near future.

You may want to revisit the first two chapters to remember where we left off, but if you don't, Hermione is spending the night with Lucius in a hotel room after bumping into him the day before. Let's just say they've put their previous antagonism aside ... Enjoy. Love from me. x

It may not always have been this way, but Lucius Malfoy now proved to be a man of his word.

He did indeed fuck her all night.

And Hermione, never one to forego a challenge, did her fair share of fucking him right back.

By the time dawn crept through the curtains, their bodies, limbs hot and entwined, finally gave into deep, sated, erotic exhaustion, and they slept so profoundly that even the dead envied them.

-xoOox-

In her dream, Hermione was in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. She was pressing herself against the door while something – someone – was pounding on the other side to get in. She pushed with all her strength against the hard oak of the door, preventing whatever was on the other side from getting through. But they pounded still, insistent, demanding …

'Housekeeping! Housekeeping!'

And then she turned to see Lucius Malfoy – dressed in the deep black leather of a Death Eater – pacing rapidly from the other end of the Great Hall towards her. His wand was drawn and pointing straight at her. Despairing panic rose in Hermione. His eyes were brightly dark with intent, his mouth fixed into a slight snarl. She didn't have her wand; he'd disarmed her; he'd stripped her of her magic. He strode faster now. He was nearly at her. Malfoy opened his mouth to spit out his curse:

'Shit! I forgot the bloody Do Not Disturb sign!'

She awoke suddenly, her heart pounding. Lucius Malfoy was indeed there, and throwing himself from the bed in haste.

'Uhh … no, thank you! We're fine!' he called in alarm.

It was too late. The room attendant was already in the room and was met with the sight of a naked, long-haired wizard bearing down on her while gesticulating wildly for her to turn and leave.

The room attendant gasped and spun on her heels, muttering endless apologies and shutting the door rapidly behind her. Lucius double locked it and muttered a silencing charm.

'Bugger it!' he said, turning back to Hermione. 'Sorry. Sometimes I forget how primitive Muggle communication is.'

At last, Hermione was back in the real world and couldn't stop laughing as she replayed the scene in her mind. 'You didn't have to leap out of bed! A simple shout would've been enough.'

Lucius ran a hand through his hair in embarrassed realisation. 'Yes, well … never mind. At least it's given her something to talk about.'

Hermione threw herself back onto the bed. 'God, that woke me from a vivid dream.'

'A bad one?'

She turned slightly away. 'Yes, a bit.'

'Oh?'

'You were in it.'

He waited silently.

'I thought you were going to curse me. You had your wand raised … and …' She sighed. 'It's alright. Then I woke up and … that happened.'

'It was only a dream.' His voice was calm, soothing.

'Yes.' But he had been a Death Eater. He had borne down on her like that in the Department of Mysteries once. Goosebumps crept over her skin and she rubbed to rid herself of them.

'Mind you, part of it was true …' Lucius continued. 'My wand is indeed raised … and pointing right at you.'

She looked back. He stood proudly before her, naked and fully erect. She splurted out a laugh again, grateful to banish the darker thoughts. 'Don't you need a rest?'

Lucius quickly straddled her on the bed, smirking down with intent. 'Not when I look at you.'

She bit her lip teasingly, then, in a move she'd perfected on the run, grabbed him, spun him over and reversed their positions, pinning him beneath her. He frowned briefly, but only with expectation.

'Well, you see, Mr Malfoy … after last night's exertions, I'm all hot and bothered and so …' She leant down, teasing him with her plump lips … 'I'm going to have a shower.'

And she leapt from him and hurried to the bathroom.

He sank into the bed with a groan. 'You teasing little fucker!'

She threw only a laugh back at him.

'I'm as hard as nails!' he continued. 'I may have to take matters into my own hands.'

'Don't you dare. I want you brimful of anticipation when I come out.'

He groaned loudly, a deep baritone rumble which did nothing to dim her own desire. Smiling to herself, she turned on the shower and rejoiced in the hot water as it ran over her.

Fucking hell. What was she doing? She had just had practically non-stop sex with a former Death Eater, a man whose every ideal and principle were in stark contrast to hers … or at least had been.

And, she could only admit, it had been great sex. And by that she meant great sex.

They were so in tune. There was no embarrassment, no hesitation, no questioning; they both just seemed to know what the other wanted and do it.

She stood in the shower, suds pouring from her, the steam enclosing her. She could leave: thank him, tell him it was fun but that they both knew that was it. A one-off. Over.

But …

It was Saturday. She had no plans. And she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so bloody alive.

She stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around her body, looking at herself in the mirror. She waited for the shame to come. It didn't. Instead, she thought she looked damn hot. She bit her lip and smirked at herself. Using a quick drying spell on her hair, she then ruffled it into a state of tousled sexiness.

The only plan she had was lying on the bed waiting for her, brimful of anticipation, as she had commanded.

'Took your time,' slurred Lucius when she returned. 'I made you tea.' He held out a cup to her.

'Ooh, you total star.'

Lucius sniffed out a laugh. 'That's not something I've been called before. My turn in the shower.' He pushed himself from the bed.

'What time is check out?' she asked.

'Tomorrow.'

'You booked two nights?'

Lucius just smirked.

'What if things had gone badly?'

He turned to her and cocked an eyebrow. 'Between a former Death Eater and a muggle-born ally of the Chosen One? What could possibly have 'gone badly', Miss Granger?'

She stretched herself out seductively on the bed. 'Well, I suggest, Mr Malfoy … we keep seeing how badly things can go …'

He smirked but continued to the bathroom. 'All in good time … wait.'

She wouldn't argue with that tone.

Hermione leaned back and took a sip of tea. Perfectly steeped, perfect amount of milk, but then, he had seen how she liked it in the café the other day. Still, it was impressive.

Lucius wasn't long in the shower. He emerged, towelling dry his hair; she found it ludicrously sexy.

'Have you ever had your hair short?' she asked.

'Not since I was about ten.'

He took her empty cup and lay down beside her on the bed.

'Perhaps you're like Samson,' she said.

He glanced at her quizzically.

'You know, in the Bible. All his strength was in his hair.'

'I know the story.'

Hermione pushed herself onto her knees and threw a leg over him, straddling him again. She sat tall on him, running her hands over his torso, letting her nails scratch a little as she went. He inhaled sharply but did nothing to stop her.

'And are you my Delilah?' he asked, reaching up to cup her breasts. 'Will you have my hair cut off while I lie sleeping, rob me of my power … and leave me impotent?'

Hermione spat on her hand and reached down to his cock, which needed little encouragement. He was stiffening before her eyes.

She smirked. 'I don't think you need to worry about that.' She stroked along his burgeoning erection and moved down the bed. In all their activity in the night, she hadn't yet taken him in her mouth.

She was level with it but still held it in her hand, gripping it and running her thumb lightly over the head. He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth.

'Merlin, you witch … I need it.'

She knew his cock could feel her warm breath and her taste buds oozed need, but she held herself back, shooting him a vicious glare.

'Oh, that tone is familiar, Malfoy. Old habits die hard.'

'Fuck, I want it!'

His hips rose off the bed, but she avoided his searching cock.

Hermione held herself back, as a drop of pearlescent desire leaked from the tip and ran down the head. 'I don't respond to demands from Death Eaters.'

He bit back another retort, the muscle in his jaw tightening.

'Ask nicely … Malfoy.'

His nostrils flared and he glared at her. She was so wet she rubbed her legs together to gain relief. God, this reminder of their past dynamic was turning her on more than ever. But he'd better not keep her waiting long. She was as desperate to taste him and have thick cock head fill her mouth as he was for her to enclose him in the warm wetness of her cheeks.

Almost spitting the words out, he said at last: 'Please.'

'Please what? Be clear.'

'Please … suck it.'

And giving him a satisfied smirk, she finally sank down onto him and closed her lips in tight, letting her tongue dance on him as she did so.

'Fuuuck!' he exclaimed, pushing himself further into her mouth. By now she was too enthralled to question it and went at him desperately, relaxing her throat to let him edge deeper.

God, he tasted good. God, he felt good. Desire was strange; the way the hunger to give head became as strong as the pleasure of receiving it. She went at him with total conviction and lust, rolling her tongue, pulling in her cheeks, relaxing so much that she drew him into her throat itself. It had never been like this with others. This wasn't a chore; she loved it, and she craved feeling him come off in her mouth, tasting him, swallowing him down.

She broke off briefly to slur up at him. 'Come in my mouth. I want you to. I want to feel it.' He groaned in response.

She contemplated edging him, keeping him on a knife edge, but she was loving sucking him hard and fast and he was so close that he couldn't be held off. He threw a hand down to her head, tangling his fingers through her hair, making her wince. She used the pain and went at him more desperately yet.

'Coming, witch, coming … coming …'

His words became a groan and he spurted hot and wet into the back of her mouth, once, twice she felt it, the spasm, the swell, a third time, pooling on her tongue. She caught it all, held it there until his pleasure had completely subsided then pulled off gently, knowing how tender he'd be, not wanting to waste a drop. She lifted her head from him, pulled the strands of damp hair from her face and made sure he was looking at her. She swallowed.

His eyes closed and he breathed out, the longest sigh of complete bliss.

Hermione came and lay next to him, whispering in his ear, 'I love the taste of you.'

Lucius smirked, eyes still closed. 'When I've recovered, I'll show you how the feelings are mutual.'

He'd gone down on her the night before, and her clit throbbed expectantly at the memory of it.

'Promise?'

'But of course.'

She ran a hand over his chest. 'When did you … you know … start thinking of me differently?'

He sighed a little. 'It's complicated.'

'Indulge me.'

Another sigh. He was thinking it through. 'I reassessed my whole life after the war … no, before that … during it. I knew … I knew for an age that I was wrong, but I was too cowardly to admit it, and so I did the only thing I could … I dug in, proclaiming my beliefs strongly to fool myself into my convictions. And I was terrified. Azkaban robbed me of any vestige of self-respect and confidence. I was too scared of the Dark Lord, of the emptiness beyond … but … then it ended and I slowly found the strength to … to change.'

'Did you expect to return to Azkaban after the war?'

'Of course.'

'And when you were pardoned?'

He was silent for a moment.

'I felt worthless. I almost felt like locking myself up in there. I didn't deserve freedom, I knew that. Narcissa did, Draco even … but not me. I lacked their strength.'

'You turned your back on Voldemort too.'

'Only because of them.'

She pushed herself up. 'Lucius … you did it and you've come through it, that's all there is.'

He smiled softly. 'You are so forgiving.'

'What more can I be?' She kissed him softly. 'But you didn't answer my question … when did you start to feel differently about me?'

'I suppose I always felt differently about you. That's why I was so vile to you. I had to be or I would start to admit my mistakes. But, it was during the trial … you were so dignified, so restrained … after all you'd suffered, partly at my hands. The night I was reprieved, I went home and cried … not for me … but for you, for all you'd been through.'

She held him close.

'But … as for … wanting you … that started before.'

'Oh?'

'How could I not? How could anyone not? You are stunning. And you had this fire, this steely light in your eyes which never dimmed. That time you were in my house, tortured, imprisoned … and you came out of it with that light in your eyes still burning. Gods, you were incredible. I wanted you from then on.' He gave a little sigh. 'There. Now you know.'

'Lucius …' she whispered, her eyes hot with tears.

He glanced down. 'Your turn.'

Hermione sighed. 'I hated you. I always hated you. Everything you stood for repulsed me, but … you were so … intriguing … and so elegant. I just found it fascinating really. I found the contradiction of it compelling. But I was young and caught up in other things and didn't recognise what it actually was for years.'

'What was it?'

'Attraction. I couldn't admit it even if I'd realised. But then … God, it's awful to admit, to be honest.'

'Go on.'

'It was that terrible night … you were at your worst.'

'The Department of Mysteries?'

'Yes. You walked down that long aisle towards us … and stripped off your mask and your face looked so beautiful in the light … I was petrified, I'd never been so terrified, but I remember your face so clearly. And you said … you said …'

'You really should learn to tell the difference between dreams and reality,' he interrupted and she was taken right back to that moment.

'Yes … And you said it in this way which just … I didn't realise at the time as I was so scared but … I guess … it was when I thought back later that I acknowledged what it did to me.'

'And what did it do to you?'

'It turned me on so much. You were so phenomenally attractive at that moment. In amidst all that fear and anxiety, you made me … want you. And I was so ashamed of that. I buried it for years. It's only been recently that I've dug it out again.'

'I didn't intend to do that. I wanted Potter to give me the prophecy, that was all.'

'I know but …' She turned away, ashamed again.

He leant over and planted the softest kiss on her mouth and then, kissing as he went, he moved down her body, kissing her breasts, her belly, the rise of her pelvis, until he was at the end of the bed. He parted her legs and stroked a thumb along her slit, ending at her clit.

'I seem to recall promising you something earlier.'

Her belly churned with longing and she let out a mewl of expectation. He was inspecting her, his brows furrowed, his eyes intent on her.

'You are gorgeous.' His fingers were opening her for him. 'You are gleaming with lust.'

She threw up a hand to stifle a gasp of longing.

'This … my beautiful Hermione … is most certainly reality.'

And he bent his head to her and licked, long, slow, from the bottom right to her clit. And he closed his mouth on her and sucked, licking, sucking, hard, soft, dragging her over his tongue.

He pulled back only to push one then two fingers deep up inside her, curling them around to press hard on the perfect place.

'Oh my God!' she cried, clenching her hands on the sheets. 'Oh …' She tried to stifle her cries.

'Don't be quiet. I want to hear you.'

He was back, sucking her clit almost painfully into his mouth, rolling his tongue round it, licking, stroking …

'I can't … I can't … ' she moaned. 'There, oh that, oh that … too good, too good …'

'Never too good,' he slurred between sucks. 'Come on my mouth, witch.'

As he dragged his tongue a final time, she shattered. 'Oh God, oh God, Lucius!' she cried, bucking off the bed with the force of her climax. He pressed her down hard and his fingers inside dragged her orgasm on so that she could only stare above her in mad-eyed, open-mouthed, frozen wonder as it raged through her.

He kissed her gently, licking her softly as she came down, avoiding her tender clit, which throbbed on for some time with the aftershocks of ecstasy.

It was her turn to stare at the ceiling in stunned recovery. Lucius came to lie beside her and, leaning close, whispered against her ear, 'And I also love the taste of you.'

She smiled contentedly. 'That was amazing. You're amazing.'

He lay back with a sigh. 'This whole thing is amazing.'

'Do you think if I hadn't bumped into you the other day we would ever have done this?'

'Who knows?'

'I mean, do you think there was a fateful inevitability about us?'

'Perhaps … but then we'll never know as, between us, we managed to smash all the prophecies in the Department of Mysteries a few years ago.'

She laughed but it soon died on her lips. 'Oh God, that was a dreadful day.'

'Apart from realising you found me devastatingly attractive,' he smirked.

She gave him a playful whack. 'Don't. That was the day Sirius …'

He sighed. 'You're right. I'm sorry. Don't think about it.'

They lay quietly for a while, content with silence as much as chat.

After a while, she got up and stretched, walking slowly to the window. She could see the London Eye and beyond to the skyscrapers of the City.

'These summer showers keep coming and going. I don't mind though. I like them. The petrichor keeps me going into the winter.' She half-expected him to ask what she meant. Most people did. Lucius didn't.

'I agree.'

She smiled across at him. 'It's a good word, isn't it?'

'Petrichor? One of the best.'

She stretched up, lithe and naked, and continued to look out over the rooftops of London. She could feel his gaze on her.

'I love words. I love the way they sit on my tongue as much as their meaning,' she said.

'I love the way you sit on my tongue.'

She sniffed out a laugh.

'And I love …' She heard a rustle of bedsheets and quick padding footsteps. '… your arse.' And suddenly he was behind her and had grabbed the object in question in two hands. She yelped in surprise.

'Oy!'

'Did I shock you? I do apologise, Miss Granger.' His head descended to her neck and he kissed and nuzzled while continuing to caress and squeeze her bottom. She let her head fall back against his shoulder.

She felt him hard and ready again in the small of her back and when she pushed back against it he almost growled out his lust.

'You have the most perfect arse, Hermione. I want to fuck you from behind. I want to watch your arse while I drive into your pussy. I want to dig my fingers into it and pull you back onto me while I shaft you hard.'

She almost let her mouth drop open in shock. It was the same voice which had sneered at her, the same voice which had belittled her … and now it was spouting filth. Beautifully mellifluous and well-rounded filth, however. And as soon as the initial surprise wore off, she realised how completely right it sounded.

'Tell me again.'

He grinned and turned her round, taking hold of her chin in his hand, locking eyes with her. She could disappear into the silvery grey of his.

'I said … I want to fuck you hard from behind. I want you kneeling before me and I want to thrust my rock hard cock into your hot, wet cunt over and over and over again until you come screaming.' He cocked an eyebrow. 'Do I make myself clear?'

She considered resisting. She considered wrestling back control, but her belly was turning over with such need that she knew this was exactly how she wanted it. Hermione nodded.

'Then back to bed… on your hands … and knees.'

Hermione returned immediately to the bed and climbed up onto it, positioning herself invitingly before him.

Lucius knelt behind her and ran his hands adoringly over her rump, ending with a not insubstantial smack over her right cheek. But before she had time to register it, he'd positioned himself and thrust. He filled her instantly.

'Owf!' she exclaimed, almost falling forward. He gripped her hips hard and pulled her back onto him with a grunt.

'Fuck, witch! You are magnificent!' Lucius settled himself inside her, breathing hard, enjoying the feel of her on him.

'Please,' she whimpered, her turn to beg.

He simply adjusted and dug his fingers a little harder into her hips. 'Hm?'

'Please move. Please, Lucius … move in me.'

'You fit me so well. You're made for me, do you know that? Your cunt is made for my cock.'

She was desperate for the friction of him inside her. 'Show me … please,' she implored again, pushing back for more.

At last he started to move. Slowly at first, stroking fully along her, pulling out almost completely before sinking back as deep as he could. She moaned, a low vibration of pure satisfaction. 'Don't stop that. Don't ever stop that.'

She could drift like this forever. Her mind cleared, her soul settled, and all that existed was the regular thrumming beat of him in and out of her, in and out, in and out, filling, retreating, completing, withdrawing, fucking and fucking and fucking. Coming didn't matter, all that mattered was the rhythm and the regularity. If she were a cat, she would purr, but as it was, she simply whimpered occasionally, a soft little murmur of bliss.

But then strong hands reached under her belly and pulled her up flush against him. He almost fell from her but adjusted quickly so that she sat up, impaled on his cock, while his hands took hold of her breasts.

His mouth was at her ear. 'Perfect woman, perfect, beautiful woman.' His fingers brushed over her nipples and she moaned for more. He read her instinctively and began flicking them, teasing them, as she pushed herself up and down on him still, keeping that rhythm.

'More,' she murmured, and his fingers duly closed on her nipples, squeezing tighter, bringing an exquisite sheen of pleasure pain which made her suck in sharply.

'More?' he inquired, pinching a little harder.

The pain soon morphed into sheer feeling. 'Yes … more.'

He pinched harder, tugging on her nipples. 'So hard and tight,' he observed, his voice thick with desire.

She worked herself on his cock and the nipples in his fingers were tugged exquisitely as she did so.

And now the inexorable rise to pleasure took hold. Her breathing shifted, her skin prickled, and the catch in her voice was clear.

'Do you want to come?' he asked, and one hand duly slipped from her breast to find her clit.

'Oh, fuck, yes … I want to come. I have to come.'

He teased and rubbed her clit enough to bring her to the edge, then brought a hand to her back.

'Down again.'

She was back on all fours and he was gripping her hips With a sharp intake of breath through his nose, Lucius fucked her from behind again, relentlessly now, intent on his own pleasure as much has her own.

'Perfect fuck,' he moaned, driving in and out of her harder than ever.

Hermione reached under. With his cock catching her perfectly inside and all he'd done before, it only took a touch of her ready clit for her to shatter.

A wordless moan of shocked awe rose from her as her orgasm gripped hard. He followed almost instantly, feeding off the sound and feel of her. Lucius didn't still, but kept driving forward through his own pleasure until he cried out with the intensity of it. He threw his head back as he felt it bursting from him, deep into the heat of this woman.

-xoOox-

At length, he stilled and stopped. Silence surrounded them: the muggy heat of post-coital bliss.

She started to ache and slowly fell forward, away from him, her head at the foot of the bed. He took in deep recovering breaths and fell back onto the pillows, eyes closed.

'I don't think I can ever move again,' Hermione said after a while. She turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.

Lucius reached down a hand to her. She took it and was pulled back up to lie beside him, resting her head on his chest.

He stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head occasionally.

'I'm sorry.'

She barely heard it, wondered if she'd imagined it. She glanced up at him. 'What?'

Lucius looked down, held her eyes and repeated it. 'I'm sorry.'

Hermione didn't respond but her eyes pricked hot with threatening tears and she nestled down into him to hide them.

They slept then, another deep restorative sleep.

When they woke it was after 12. Hermione stretched and pulled herself out of bed, walking to the window. There was blue sky now, although more rain clouds lurked on the horizon.

'It's so beautiful here. Let me know what I owe you for the room,' she said.

'No need.'

She turned to him. 'It must cost a fortune here … please.'

'No. It was my idea. Next time.'

Next time …

Was this going to be a regular thing, a real thing … could they do this in public? It hurt to think about it.

She glanced back at him. He smiled softly across at her. It didn't matter. Right here, right now, it didn't matter.

'I took the liberty of booking a table for lunch downstairs,' Lucius added.

'The Savoy Grill?'

'Indeed.'

'Ooh, that'll be amazing. What time?'

'Half an hour.'

'Shit! You should've said before.'

'Apologies … I was otherwise engaged.'

'I'll jump in the shower again quickly and throw on some clothes.'

She dashed past him.

'Hermione …' He stopped her before she closed the bathroom door. 'Thank you.'

Apologies and gratitude from Lucius Malfoy. They worked. She rushed over, took his head in her hands and kissed him deeply. 'Beautiful man,' she whispered against his lips.

She could have simply stayed there kissing him forever, but her tummy rumbled; they had certainly built up an appetite.

'Go and get ready,' he said. 'Lunch awaits. My treat.'

And if the last few hours were anything to go by, Lucius Malfoy would satisfy her hunger for a long while to come.

Oh yes indeed. Hope you enjoyed. If you have time leave a comment or a fave, it always makes me smile. And I'll try to write more, promise. x