The Burden of Being Lucius

For callywaggy on LJ who suggested Lumione in a forced relationship with meeting her parents, perhaps some Muggle living. It's not exactly how I envisioned it playing out, but my muse was being unbelievably fickle. I hope you enjoy it.
Warnings: NC-17, M/F smut, oral, language
Word Count: 3776

It had been years, seven long agonizing years since she had seen him in the heat of a duel. It was seven years ago this very night when she developed the proverbial schoolgirl crush on the bad boy. Back then the urge came out of nowhere. She couldn't explain why she felt so turned on as he was led away from the Department of Mysteries by the Aurors. Apparently her burgeoning sexuality knew no bounds, even though she understood two few important facts: One, he was in league with the enemy. It was never a smart move to fraternize with the enemy. Two, he was physically and emotionally unavailable. He was about to be packed off to Azkaban and he was, seemingly, devoted to the eradication of her kind. Hermione had decided then and there that unrequited love was indeed a bitch.

Just looking at him across the Ministry Ballroom made her knickers wet. She hated herself for this uncontrollable reaction she had to Lucius Malfoy. She couldn't put her finger on why she found him so damn appealing. She knew if she didn't do something about this soon, either nip the attraction in the bud or shag him to a state of unconsciousness, she would slowly go insane with want.

Hermione only watched him when his focus was clearly on someone else, involved in some other conversation. The last thing she wanted was for Lucius to be able to see her attraction plainly displayed on her face. She knew the attraction was the fruits of a very silly schoolgirl crush, but that did nothing to quell the burning desire she felt for the unattainable man.

Right before she turned around after obtaining a fresh drink, she felt his presence. He was so close he was practically breathing down her neck. “Ms Granger? What an unexpected pleasure to see you here.”

She silently counted to twenty, begged Merlin for strength and slowly turned to face the man who had wanted to kill her as a child. “I could say the same for you, Mr Malfoy. I trust you are well.”

He sighed as if he were bored with the conversation already “As well as can be expected given my wife divorced me two years ago, my son despises me and I'm still on probation for another three years.

“I am dreadfully sorry to hear about all that Mr Malfoy.”

“Lucius. Please call me Lucius. Thank you for your support. Alas, none of my current woes were unexpected. The divorce had been a long time coming. I'm certain you can understand Draco's hatred of me. The only thing that is most inconvenient is my probation.”

“And why is that Lucius?”

“Well, the community service and the reparations are rather tedious, but what is really difficult to manage is the relinquishing of my wand for the duration of probation.”

Hermione was astonished. “You've been unable to channel you magic for seven years?”

Lucius nodded slowly.

“It's incredible it hasn't driven you insane. How do you cope with the magical build up? Do you channel your energies into Potions? Professor Snape mentioned that eased his suffering during his probation.”

“Compared to Severus, I was abominable at Potions. No, I find my release in a much more primitive way” Lucius commented obtusely.

“And what way is that?” Hermione asked, clearly interested in the answer.

“Sex magic” he whispered into her ear.

Hermione blushed furiously. “How does...I've never...Oh Gods!” she stammered before she took a deep drink of her champagne.

Lucius smirked at her obvious discomfort. “You've never what, Ms Granger?”

Hermione took a cleansing breath before she spoke. “Really, if we are going to discuss such personal matters, shouldn't you address me as Hermione? As for what 'I've never'...I've never heard of that being a reliable release for restrained magic. How does it work?” she asked, obviously missing the double entendre of her own question.

Lucius was amused at her apparent innocence. “Surely you are old enough to know 'how it works'.”

Hermione's face flushed again. She mentally berated herself for not thinking her question through before the words slipped out of her mouth. “I didn't mean that the way it came out.”

Lucius chuckled at her obvious embarrassment. “Of course you didn't Hermione. Naturally you're curious about things you have yet to experience. I imagine that Weasley boy was not very adept at making the earth move for you. With the type of magic we're discussing, that term has both figurative and literal meanings. Which begs the question, has the earth ever moved for you?” Lucius asked with a gleam in his eye.

“Do you honestly think I would have asked how the magic worked if it had? As for Ronald, we weren't in a relationship long enough to figure it out” Hermione said casually. “He couldn't even make me move, much less the earth” she muttered under her breath.

Lucius didn't hold back his mirth at her snide comment. Composing himself, he asked if she would like to dance. She took his proffered hand and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor.

The night quickly passed in a whirlwind of dancing and alcohol. She was so caught up in being in Lucius' arms she didn't notice the incredulous looks from her friends or the covetous glances from the women. It was approaching midnight before she stopped to take note of the time.

“Lucius, it's so late. I really need to be getting home” Hermione said as she stifled a yawn.

“Let's go collect our cloaks and I'll escort you home.”

“There's no need for you to take me home Lucius. I am far from being intoxicated. It's perfectly safe for me to apparate” Hermione reassured him.

Lucius tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her close to whisper in her ear, “I would be deficient in my duties as a gentleman if I didn't see you safely home.” He urged her toward the exit.

They arrived at the cloak room only to find it unattended. They waited for a few moments before losing all patience and sought to retrieve their own outerwear. They couldn't simply summon them, as only the attendant has the authority to do so. “Damn, my check number is a double digit. It's going to be towards the back of the room” Hermione said as they moved deeper amongst the racks of unclaimed coats.

Somehow, Hermione's feet got tangled in a fallen coat and she pitched forward.

“Oomph!” she groaned as she found her face buried in Lucius' chest, his hands grasping her shoulders. “Excuse me Lucius” she said before she looked back to see what she tripped on. “That's odd. I know I stumbled on a coat, but the floor indicates otherwise. How peculiar.”

He raised a brow at her confusion. “Odd indeed. One would think your tumble was a carefully orchestrated plan to fall into my arms” he said, smirking at her blush.

“It wasn't my intention...I didn't mean...” Hermione stammered, unable to coherently express herself.

“It doesn't matter what made it happen. It provides me with the opportunity to do this” he said when he pulled her close.

His lips were upon hers before she even realized what was happening. His mouth was cool and masterful. 'Potent as fire whiskey' she thought for a moment before a rush of sensation blotted out everything but her most baser needs. When Lucius stroked her tongue with his, tiny bursts of white light exploded behind her closed eyes. “Mmm!” she moaned. She grabbed his shirt collar to pull him closer.

Lucius broke away first, struggling to catch his breath. Hermione brought a hand up to her mouth, tracing a finger across her swollen, tingling lips as if trying to imprint what just took place into the deepest recesses of her memory. Her other hand was busy straightening his shirtfront and collar. She was attempting to smooth out the wrinkles caused by her attentions, but earned a lesson in futility as her grip had thoroughly creased the expensive fabric. “Damn” she whispered under her breath.

“I apologize Hermione” he said quietly. “I should never have kissed you like that.”

Hermione's face fell. “I see. Perhaps we should locate our cloaks so we can leave this damnable room then. I wouldn't want you to think I was coercing you into something you were against.” She turned away, determined to find what she needed so she could make a hasty exit before the threatening tears fell. As if the enchantment had been broken, their cloaks seemingly fell into their hands, allowing for a brief but uncomfortable silence in the tiny room.

As they left the room, Lucius quickly called after her, “Hermione, wait.” Hermione stiffened at the sound of his voice. “It wasn't my intention to...”

“To what?” she interrupted. “Kiss me at all? To think I believed we were actually having a pleasant evening that could have progressed to something more” her voice taking on a sad, wistful tone.

“What I was attempting to say was it wasn't my intention to cheapen our kiss by turning it into a quick tumble in the cloakroom.”

“Oh” Hermione sighed, not quite knowing how to respond to Lucius' openness.

“I wish to continue this in a private locale. May I escort you home?” he asked, silently desiring a positive reply.

Instead of vocalizing her wishes, she moved closer to him and kissed him again. Their hands moved of their own volition. His went to her hair, removing the pins that kept her coiffure so restrained. Hers returned to his shirtfront and collar, rumpling the fabric in her clenched fists. Lucius felt himself harden at the thought of how she would respond in a more intimate setting. They broke apart, seeing in each other's eyes what was wanted, desired. They pulled themselves together and hurried towards the floo.

Unknown to Hermione and Lucius, their passion just outside of the cloakroom door was being intently watched by a most unscrupulous reporter. In her mind, Rita Skeeter could see what her quick quotes quill would create. Taking note of their rumpled states before watching them drag themselves to the floo, Rita mentally spun a damning article, taking note of how impatient and rushed they appeared to be.

Oblivious to the few glances the last remaining celebrators were casting at the couple as they waited for floo availability, Hermione and Lucius remained close, not waiting to lose the tenuous connection they had managed to establish. Hermione tossed in the shimmery powder, quietly said the location of her home and pulled Lucius through the floo with her. Rita mused once again as they disappeared into the swirling green flames “Hmm! Anxious...”

Hermione's home was a quaint Muggle cottage in the country. Lucius, having never been exposed to many things Muggle, took in his new surroundings with a wary eye. “Relax Lucius” Hermione whispered to him softly. “It's only a house. I promise no harm will come to you here.” She paused briefly before adding in a husky tone, “Unless you enjoy that sort thing.”

When their eyes met, she could clearly see his predatory look. “You'll figure that out in due course. Take me to your bed” he commanded.

Hermione shivered at his tone. She pulled him down the hallway to her bedroom. Aside from her personal library, her bedroom was the one luxury she afforded herself. It was lavish in its few appointments. The primary focus being her four poster bed, which was sumptuously swathed in dark blue satin. She could hardly wait to slide between those sheets with Lucius.

Closing the door firmly behind them, Lucius brought Hermione's body flush to his, his growing arousal pressing insistently into her belly. One hand rested at the small of her back, his other stroked her face as he spoke softly to her,”Tell me you want this Hermione, that you want me.”

Her own hands left his waist, slid up his shirtfront and grasped his collar, pulling him close. “I want this Lucius. I want you” she breathed before she pressed her lips to his.

Lucius lost himself in the warmth of her lips, his tongue exploring the contours of her mouth. His hands were quickly drawn to her neck, making short work of her halter dress. Once the ties were free, Lucius wasted no time pushing the dress down to her hips, baring her unrestrained breasts. He caressed her exposed flesh, rolling her nipples between his fingers, arousing them to almost painful points.

He released his mouth's hold on hers, allowing his eyes to peruse her semi-nude form. “Exquisite” he whispered before he bent his head to lave her breasts.

Hermione moaned, burying her hands in his hair, urging him closer. As he worked her into deeper arousal, she shimmied her hips, allowing her dress to drop to the floor.

When Lucius felt the fabric hit the floor, he urged her back towards the bed. Her thighs hit the edge and they tumbled into the bed's satiny softness.

“That is completely unfair” Hermione whispered frantically.

“What is?” Lucius asked as one hand slid surreptitiously down to her waist. Easing past the lacy fabric of her knickers to explore her most intimate secrets. “This?” he asked as he moved his fingers along her aroused folds.

“Ooo!” she moaned incoherently. “You're...uh...still...oh...dressssed” she hissed when he slipped a finger inside of her.

“Then take care of it. I'm busy” he said as he kissed his way down her body. Snatching her wand off the night table, Hermione cast a modified Divesto, leaving him completely naked with her in stockings and shoes.

“Much, much better” Hermione spoke as she replaced her wand. Glancing down at him, she exclaimed “Oh my Lucius! I had no idea...”

Lucius' tongue against her clitoris quickly stifled any further commentary. She squealed as his fingers brushed against a particularly deep stop within her. Her shoes fought for purchase against the slick bed coverings as she pushed herself against Lucius' face, encouraging him to continue his erotic assault. “Ah! Ah!” she gasped, unable to elucidate her need, her desire to come. She whimpered her displeasure when Lucius withdrew as her walls began to clench around his fingers.

“Not yet. Not yet” he whispered against her lips as he situated himself between her welcoming thighs. “I want to be inside you when you come.”

When he eased himself into her wet heat, it was a pleasure unlike any he had ever known before. “Sweet Nimue” he moaned. He stilled himself, reveling in the tightness which engulfed him. He dropped down to his elbows, covering her body with his. He slowly rolled his hips, creating a counterpoint motion to Hermione's slow movements.

Hermione raised her hips and quickly shoved a pillow beneath. She spread her legs in a wide V, angling her body up toward his, opening herself up to Lucius' deep penetrations. “Oh Lucius” she moaned. “Right there, yes.” Holding on to the back of her thighs, her shoes clacked against the headboard from the intensity of his thrusts.

As Lucius picked up the pace, Hermione felt her orgasm edge closer once more. “Don't stop Lucius. Don't stop!” she cried. Hermione quickly moved one hand from her thigh to her pleasure nub, swirling and thrumming it, seeking an oblivion only her orgasm could provide.

Hermione felt mer muscles clench uncontrollably, her toes curling in her shoes as sharp bursts of sensation radiated throughout her body.

Lucius felt his own body tighten, slowly forming a knot at the base of his spine and pulsating outward. It was difficult to describe, but he equated the sensation to how he felt when he had bouts of accidental magic as a child. An overwhelming need welling up inside of him, which then let loose in a powerful burst of uncontrollable magic. “I'm going to come Hermione. Come with me” he panted, frantic to ease the restlessness which accompanied his inability to properly channel his magic.

Then in one final thrust, Lucius and Hermione both screamed their pleasure as their orgasms washed over them, their bodies seeming to meld together as one.

An intangible force swept through the room, leaving in its wake a path of destruction. The electricity went haywire. The lights flickered, the alarm clock shorted out. Every glass surface exploded. Picture frames, windows, lights all shattered from the impact of the powerful magical wave that pulsated throughout Hermione's bedroom.

As the magical furor died down, a peaceful feeling washed over both Hermione and Lucius while they came down from their peaks.

Hermione clutched Lucius close to her, not wanting the mind-altering moment to end. “Dear Gods!” Hermione exclaimed one she finally regained use of her voice. “I never knew it could be like that.”

“Like what? Describe it to me.”

“So overwhelmingly intense and explosive. Is that what it's been like for you since...” Hermione trailed off, not wishing to remind Lucius of his life's unpleasant restrictions.

“No” Lucius said matter of factly. “I can honestly say that since I've been unable to access my wand, sex has never been that powerful or gratifying. I do wish to apologize for destroying your boudoir. It's been a while for me.”

“The magic is much more destructive when you've been unable to release it?” she asked.

“Yes” Lucius said, wanting to know where this line of questioning was leading to.

“Then for the safety of others and ourselves, we should channel your magic as often as possible. Don't you think?” Hermione asked uncertainly.

“Of course. I believe an entire weekend of 'release' is in order” he offered, quickly understanding her train of thought.

“Absolutely” Hermione said before Lucius kissed her again.

They spent the remainder of their weekend almost exclusively in Hermione's bed, save for the occasional repast or bath. It was sheer bliss for them both, each reveling in their newfound intimacy together. Although, subsequent couplings didn't end with the decimation of Hermione's things, the pleasure they shared was indescribably intense and fulfilling.

Their weekend of decadence and debauchery was interrupted extremely early Monday morning by a Ministry owl incessantly pecking on the kitchen window while Hermione prepared their breakfast. She opened the window and the owl flew in, delivering its post to the table and leaving as quickly as it came.

“It's a letter from the Minister” Lucius said as he quickly scanned the missive. “He is expecting me in his office at 10 o'clock. Damn! What could he possibly want with me now?” Lucius asked rhetorically.

“At least it gives us ample time to eat and for you to have another 'release' before your meeting” Hermione mentioned casually.

“Indeed” Lucius agreed, though the order of events became slightly altered when Lucius took her against the kitchen counter, not giving food a single thought.

Shortly after breakfast and a shower, Lucius left by floo, arriving at the Minister's office promptly at 10. He was met by a disgruntled Kingsley Shacklebolt who shoved the Daily Prophet in his face, which he quickly read.

War Heroine Embraces the Dark Side

As you all know from my previous front page spread I, Rita Skeeter, had the distinguished honor to exclusively cover the 5th Annual Victory Celebration.

There were many in attendance who liberally celebrated through dance and drink. Hermione Granger and Lucius Malfoy apparently have an entirely different concept of what constitutes celebration. After spending most of the evening on the dance floor together, they were seen entering the unattended cloakroom only to exit minutes later looked very flushed and disheveled. They seemed in rather a hurry whey they were last seen exiting by floo...together.

Are there simply sparks flying between a Muggleborn and a 'Reformed' Death Eater? Or is this some sort of immoral game they like to play with one another?

Expect more soon!

Loyally Reporting,
Rita Skeeter

Kingsley asked “Is this true?”

“What are you referring to: Ms Granger and I leaving the cloakroom disheveled or the immoral game part?” Lucius questioned snidely.

“Is it true that you and Ms Granger had a dalliance the night of the Victory Ball?”

“How is it your business if we had?”

“It's my business because not all of the Pureblood laws have been amended or repealed.”

Lucius visibly paled at the Minister's bold statement. “You can't be serious” Lucius exclaimed, clearly disturbed by the implication.

“Deadly serious. If there's even a slim chance she might be pregnant, you know what needs to happen. You're familiar with how society reacts to illegitimate children and single parents. There would be an uproar if you didn't do something to remedy the situation. This is Hermione Granger we're talking about. The wizarding world will have your head on a pike for besmirching her good name.”

“What am I expected to do now?”

“You were married to Narcissa Black, were you not? I'm certain she practically forced you to stay on good terms with quite a few respectable jewelers” Kingsley said casually.

Lucius was seething at the Minister's flippant remarks. “Of course I know several jewelers. Is there anything else you wish to spring on me today? Random acts of torture, perhaps?” he asked through a clenched teeth.

“No” Kingsley sighed. “Though there is an unfortunate situation you need to be made aware of.”

“How could this day possibly get any worse? So tell me, what is this 'situation' you're referring to?” Lucius asked in a dry tone.

“Now that Draco has finished both University and his apprenticeship, he is entitled to receive a majority of his inheritance.”

“I know that Minister. What does this have to do with anything else we have discussed today?”

“He's ready to take ownership of the manor” Kingsley said vaguely.

“And...” This entire conversation reminded Lucius of Bellatrix's Crucio's...long, drawn out, and painful.

“He's demanding sole ownership.”

“Meaning I'll no longer be welcome there. The ungrateful brat. Fine, I'll establish another residence within Great Britain. Any other surprises for me? I don't believe my heart can take much more” Lucius said facetiously. “Are we finished Minister? Apparently, I need to see a jeweler about a ring.”

“That will be all for now” Kingsley said in obvious dismissal.

'The first pleasant weekend I've had in decades gets blown all to Hell by Rita Skeeter and her cursed quill. Damn it! How will I explain to Hermione the we need to become engaged and possibly live together? Oh Gods! According to Malfoy tradition, I'll need to ask her father for her hand in marriage.” Lucius nearly heaved as a wave of panic swept though him. “Buggering Hell!”