The Storm

A/N: This is a new story. It was an idea that would not go away. What if Lucius and Severus were in a relationship where Severus was the dominant one and Lucius was the sub? I know that Lucius is often the dominant one, with Severus offering himself up to him, so I wanted to change it up. I also wanted to add Hermione for my own purposes. Haha! Enjoy!! Chapter two is almost done. Up by tomrrow, maybe? Review, perhaps?

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Lightening raced across the sky, the dark clouds blocking out the stars that were scattered across the sky. Heavy rain fell from the moody heavens, drenching the poor earth below it. The wind rattled the trees and the windows of all the houses along Grimmauld Place. Leaves that had been blown from their branches swirled around the homes that line the brick street, whispering against the stones and mortars. Thunder came out of no where to shake the ground even further, blasting the hot and heavy air with noise.

Hermione Granger was feverish.

She was standing at an open window in a drawing room at Headquarters, watching the summer thunderstorm. The hot air rushed over her in waves and only seemed to heighten her frustrations. The rain lashed against the pavement, making the roads below her slick. She worried about any Muggles driving around tonight, or anyone out in this tempest, which immediately caused her thoughts to turn to Harry and Ron.

She missed them. They had managed to convince her that her place was at Headquarters, helping out and making sure things ran smoothly. At first she had argued, cried, and screamed at them until she finally broke down, realizing that they were actually right for once. The Order needed her levelheaded calm and ability to know the answers whenever a question was asked. The Order relied on her and her place was here at Sirius’ ancestral home.

Still, it burned. She could still feel Harry’s arms around her and Ron kissing her forehead goodbye. She huddled herself down into Harry’s button down shirt, a white cotton number that smelled like both Harry and Ron. She had taken to sleeping in it with nothing underneath; enjoying the way the fabric ran across her body and reminded her of her boys. Gods, did she miss them.

“Can’t sleep, Miss Granger?” The warm, cultured voice of Lucius Malfoy startled her and she turned, frantic with worry. Then she remembered that he was playing double agent with Snape and her heart slowed down. The hot wind blew the hem of her shirt across her legs and his eyes watched how the fabric skimmed her creamy thighs and raised gooseflesh in the tiny light that the lamppost outside provided.

She might as well be wearing nothing.

She folded her arms around her ribcage. “How did you know it was me?” He cocked his head ever so slightly, still regarding her, except now there was a hungry look in his eyes. His lips moved into a smirk and Hermione trembled ever so slightly.

“No one else has hair like yours,” Hermione bristled at this comment, her hair having always been a sore spot for her. Lucius used the distraction to take a step forward. “I like it.”

Did he just complaint me? “Po- Polyjuice.” He took another step towards her, shrugging in a lazy, aristocratic way.

“Why would someone impersonate you in your own house? This place is practically impenetrable.” He had a point that she could not argue against. She looked over her shoulder to the outside, where the rain steadily fell and then turned to address him, only to find him within close proximity to her. She gasped at his sheer beauty, the high forehead, the crystal blue eyes, the strong jaw line and those oh-so-damnable lips. Her lips felt dry and she licked them, blushing for no reason when he smirked at her. “Beside, you’re no longer an errant second year, Miss Granger.”

“How did you. . .”
“Severus and I share many things, Miss Granger.” He leaned into her, his eyes taking up her entire world as she was consumed by them. “Many, many things.” He practically purred the last part, making sinful, wicked images dance in her head. Her blush deepened and she turned to the window so he wouldn’t be able to see her face, only to have his reflection stare back at her. She looked down at the rain splattered windowsill, anywhere but those incriminating eyes. Anything to not see him looking so hungry at her, anything to not see that desire that was there, that excitement, that smirk that said he knew what she was thinking and what she wanted.

Anything to not give herself away anymore then she was.

“Are you . . . blushing, Miss Granger?” Oh Gods, how could he not have seen? She wished that she could float out the window and dissolve against the pavement with the rain and be washed away and not have to worry about those deep blue eyes. She suddenly felt a hand at her shoulder, sweeping away her long curls to expose her neck. He placed his hand there and frowned, then grinned at her in the window. “You’re feverish. Perhaps you would like to lie down for a while?”

Her eyes flashed up to his reflection, filled with anger. She prayed that he would not see the raw hunger she was feeling, the raw need to have him inside her, to have anyone inside her. It had been a long time since she had been filled by a man and Lucius, fucking Malfoy, was looking to be the perfect candidate.

“I would never want to lie down with you.” He smiled at her with his lips closed, looking more then triumph.

“I never said you had to lie down with me.” Her hand flew to her mouth, her face coloring to a shade that would have matched Ron’s hair. “You are a very presumptuous young woman.”

“I . . I didn’t mean that we . .uh,” she focused on the windowsill, wishing she could escape. Wishing for something.

Lucius smiled behind her, enjoying the young woman’s embarrassment. He couldn’t understand why he was playing her like this, but he knew he enjoyed it. From the moment he had seen her at the window, the light outside telling his body that she was naked under her flimsy shirt, he knew that he wanted to have her. He had felt the way his body had responded to her, his arousal pushing against the material of his expensive pants. She hadn’t realized what she was doing to him yet, but she would soon.

Lips descended on her neck from behind her, licking at that sensitive spot that always made her moan. Teeth grazed across her skin, lighting a fire inside of her that she knew she would not be able to put out. She didn’t know what Lucius was thinking, or why he was doing this, but she found herself moaning and pushing back into his body.

His hardened arousal pressed into her back, its’ long, thick length rubbing against her ass. She started moving against him, causing her shirt to ride up, exposing her ass to him.

He looked down and smiled. “Your ass is delectable,” he ran his hand against her plump flesh, kneading and rolling the skin under his fingers. She forgot herself, leaning into him and placing her head against his shoulder, moaning and closing her eyes. He spread her cheeks with his hand and began to rub the crotch of his pants up and down her crack, delighting in the sharp intake of air that followed this motion, the friction of the fabric making her wet and ready.

He reached a hand up and began to stroke her nipple though her shirt, feeling it peak under the flimsy material. He watched her expression in the window, marveling at how much she was getting into this, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

His hand retreated from her nipple, earning him a cry of derision. He smirked, and then unbuttoned the top button of Harry’s shirt with one hand, slipping his fingers inside and splaying them across her skin. Her eyes flew open, catching his own in the glass pane. His eyes were on fire, pools of liquid blue bleeding into her retinas. He unbuttoned the second button and that singular movement seemed to snap Hermione from her trance, her body jerking away from his.

“What are you doing?” Her voice came out breathless and hushed, a low whisper instead of the strong question she wanted it to be. He placed his lips against her neck again and sucked, moving down the line of buttons and opening the third one, exposing her chest to him. A gust of wind blew in through the window, hardening her nipples to the point of pain, her over-sensitized flesh reaching a boiling point.

“I am only doing what you want me too, what you’ve dreamt off,” he stopped moving against her, keeping his erection firmly pressed into her crack though. He finished unbuttoning her shirt, leaving it to hang open around her body. His eyes dipped down to the junction between her legs, practically growling upon seeing the tidy, brown curls that decorated her sex. He ran his hands back up her torso, over her breasts and to her shoulders. He slowly slid the white material off her body, Hermione putting up no resistance as the shirt pooled around her feet, leaving her exposed in front of the open window where anyone could see.

“You look delicious, Miss Granger,” he breathed in her ear, his hands descending once again down her body, resting on her thighs.

“Hermione,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering at his touch. “Call me Hermione.”

“As long as you promise,” he nipped her ear and spread her legs, running a hand down to stroke her slick folds. “To scream my name for me.” He flicked her clit and she hissed, her body coiling tightly in upon itself. He slipped his other hand down to her opening, and carefully thrust one finger into her more then ready opening. He stroked her most intimate region, bringing her to that brink over and over again, only to back off and leave her frustrated. She keened against him, and began to pump herself against his fingers, feeling both ashamed and aroused. She rode his hands, finding his rhythm, when abruptly it all stopped and he removed his hands from her.

“Brace your arms against the windowsill.” Hermione looked questioningly into the window at him only to find his eyes filled with lust. He was still fully clothed, his hard body looming over her. She swallowed and, keeping her eyes trained on his, slowly bent so that her hands gripped the sill. Rain beat against her whitened knuckles, the warm water causing her to shiver.

She began to panic as she felt her hands become bound to the wood of the windowsill, rendering her unable to run away in panic. She tried to struggle, only to hear a very masculine chuckle behind her and then the rustle of clothes. She stopped moving, knowing from this position that Lucius could see deep into her open body. It aroused her to know that he was undressing while staring into her gaping hole, causing even more of her natural lubrication to seep out of her body and slicken her thighs. She heard his clothes drop onto the floor and then the singular sound she had been equally dreading and anticipating.

His pants unzipped, the sound of the metal teeth echoing through the room.
“I said to brace yourself, Hermione,” her name came out like it was a word unfit for use and he grabbed her hips, pulling her until her body was taut, her torso parallel with the ground. Her arms strained in this position, her back as flat as any table top. His hand came back up to her opening and he sighed, then roughly took his foot and kicked her legs open even wider. She moaned at the sudden pain that came from her hips being forcibly moved.

“Yes, that’s it. Moan for me.” He thrust, hard and long and painfully, into her wet, swollen cavity. He pushed until he was all the way in, his balls resting so delicately against her body. Her pussy clenched around and he slapped her ass fiercely. “Keep doing that, dear one, and this won’t last long.”

Hermione didn’t even realize she had clenched down around him. He felt so good, so big, and she was stretched beyond her limits. It hadn’t been this way with Ron, or Viktor, and she knew that it would never be this good again.

Lucius pulled out slowly, earning a strangled moan from Hermione, expecting to see her popped cherry juice on his cock. He was shocked when he came out clean, albeit soaked, then shoved his surprise away. Hermione was attractive, with breasts and hips to kill for, so why shouldn’t she have been fucked before?

Still, he would taunt her about this.

“So your books aren’t the only things you regularly open.” He slammed back inside her and she groaned.

He began to ride her with long, hard strokes, bottoming out with every thrust. Her fingers continued to grip the windowsill, her arms beginning to ache from the stretched out position. Her head flopped hopelessly at his abrasive thrusts, moaning uncontrollably. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room, the smell of sex mixing with the intoxicating scent of fresh rain.

“Who was it?” Hermione wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly. Was he seriously asking about her past lovers while he fucked her up against an open window? “Well?”

“Vik . . Viktor,” she groaned out, her voice harsh and rough.

“I’m shocked. Weasley didn’t try to fuck you?”

“You didn’t let me finish.” Lucius hissed and thrust bruisingly hard into her, all the way to his root, and held himself there, an anger bubbling up inside him.

“You let that ogre touch you?” He slapped her ass, and then did it again when she didn’t answer.

“I thought… we were in love.” She leaned her head back and tried to move against his body, desperately wanting to continue fucking him.

He smirked down at her sweaty back. “Obviously you weren’t, or this would be his cock wrapped in your delicious folds.” He swirled his hips around, not pulling out, corkscrewing his cock in her wet depth. Then without warning, he pulled out and slammed himself back into her. “There’s no need to worry, though. I’ll make you forget all about those boys.”

And he did just that. He rode her hard, as only a man with his experience would. He slapped her ass occasionally, eliciting sharp moans and grunts from her. He grabbed her hair and pulled, Hermione shrieking in pleasure. He smirked and leant over, biting her neck and then laving the spot with his tongue.

“So the prude likes pain, huh? I think I like this development.” He re-fisted her hair, pulling it even tighter, and slapped her ass harder then he ever had before, leaving behind a stinging, red imprint of his hand. She moved back against him, screwing her eyes shut and continuing to moan.

Suddenly, her hands were released. She gasped, falling forward unto her hands and knees. Her arms buckled under the weight of her body, causing her face to crash down into the ground, her rounded ass sticking up into the air. She heard laughter behind her and felt her face flush. Lucius had managed to not break contact with her body and continued to ride her, sneaking a hand around her body to pinch her nipples, which were dragging painfully against the carpet.

“You’re such a hot little fuck. I wonder if you were like this for those two boys you played around with.” He gripped her hips with his fingertips, knowing that she would have marks from his hands. He didn’t care. This was about claiming her, making her his. He wanted her crawling back to him when the pressure got to great, when her fingers weren’t enough, and when her little man-boys failed to satisfy her.

He trailed his finger down her torso to her clit and began to flick it. Her body jerked at the sudden contact, her forehead rubbing uncomfortably against the carpet. She could feel her body beginning to tighten and knew that any moment she would come. She felt her heartbeat pick up and knew that Lucius could tell. He began slamming into her even harder, gasping and grunting himself.

“That’s right, Hermione. Come for me. Drench me with your juices. Scream my name.” He pinched her clit and it was over. Her eyes tightened painfully and she howled, screaming out his name for the entire house to hear.

“Lucius!” Her world started to go black around the edges, the pleasure so intense that it hurt. He rode her hard through her orgasm, building to his own. He felt his cock twitch and draw up and knew that it was time.

“Fuck!” He shouted, emptying himself inside her. His movement stilled as he shot load after load inside her hot channel, the walls of her body trying to soak up his juice. Hermione just laid there with her ass in the air and allowed him to empty himself completely, still trying to come down from her own high. Lucius’ cock eventually stopped spurting inside her and he groaned, slowly withdrawing from her body.

“I trust that you will tell no one about this.” She just weakly nodded her head as he stood up. He Scourgified himself and then looked down at her. She was still bent over on the ground, with her opening winking up at him and oozing his essence. He smirked at the mess he had made of her.

“Gods, it hurts.” She moaned form the floor, still hunched over.

“That’s how you know it was a good, solid fucking and not just some boy playing with his wand.” He hurriedly dressed himself and looked down at her. She still hadn’t moved and he sighed. “You’re going to have to get up. If Potter or, Heaven forbid, Weasley decide to come back they might just be forced to take advantage of you. And besides, we can’t have anyone knowing what we just did.” And with that, he turned and walked away to the sight of her still on the ground, ass up in the air, and shaking her head in the affirmative.

Little did they know that a certain Slytherin had seen it all.


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