Feeling

Feeling: Chapter One


The floorboards creaked under her, as she moved slowly to her destination. The cold breeze, that blew into the shack, made her shiver. Now and then a snowflake would accompany that breeze. She pulled her cloak tighter around herself, as she wondered about her sanity.

Why was she doing this again? The question was answered with the increased beating of her heart. Yet she refused to acknowledge the feeling that rushed trough her. She couldn’t allow it to be like this.

He was her enemy.

She knew this. But it was like she couldn’t resist the forbidden fruit, as she was yet again yearning to taste it as she did before. She wanted to feel the juice, as it overflows her mouth with sinful pleasure and drips from her chin onto the sheets.

He was like her personal brand of heroin, she decided. So forbidden, yet so good.

The door handle was grasped by her fingers and pulled down so slowly and carefully it made her panic for the briefest of moments.

Could she really do this?

But the choice was taken from her, because at that moment the door opened by the other party in their sinful relationship. He stood regal and tall, yet his chin wasn’t turned up and he wasn’t looking down on her, like he had to do in public. His robes were neatly tailored. His beautiful hair fell around his head and onto his shoulders. His face was brought out by his piercing silver eyes, which seemed to almost have softened at the sight of her.

All in all, he was perfect.

He extended his gloved hand out to her, which she took. He grasped her finger tenderly, and pulled her into an embrace. His nose found her neck and buried itself in the tender flesh, while he pulled her tighter to him. Why was he acting like this? Every time he does this, it gets harder to deny what she felt for him.

He breathed in deeply, printing her scent deep into his memory. Then he lifted his head just a little and whispered to her, his voice low and seductive:

“I want you. All of you. Are you willing to give me what I desire?”

The air around them got thicker with a tension that both knew wasn’t anything else but sexual. His tongue found her earlobe and gently traced it. His hands traced lower, until they found her hips. He pressed his groin into hers, so she knew just what she did to him.

“Are you willing to give yourself to me?”

He slowly kissed a line from her ear to her lips. Slowly his lips found hers in a sensual kiss. His tongue parted her lips, slowly tracing them in the process. Then he parted from her and whispered against her lips, yet somehow, he managed to make it sound like a loud command:

“Answer me.”

Her head was spinning from the pleasure he brought her, with just his lips. Even if she tried to deny it, she has never felt like this with anyone else. His sensuality was so overwhelming. Every time she saw him, he overwhelmed her with his grace and mind. The sly remarks he said, the manipulating words that only his house knew of. And although she knew she will regret this later, like she did every time, she surrendered herself to him for the night with a simple two-word answer.

“I am.”

His eyes took on a pleased glow. Then, he attacked. He touched her cheek with his fingers, for a brief moment, then traced them down her neck and shoulders, then finally stopped at the top of her cloak. All the while his mouth devoured hers in a battle for dominance. He unbuttoned the buttons of the cloak with expert fingers and soon, the cloak was left forgotten in a heap across the floor.

Next were his robes. They followed the cloak to the floor, as Hermione explored his naked chest, trailing her fingers downwards, in search for the button of his pants.

His lips left hers with a nip, than trailed a series of kisses down her neck, where he paused to suck the skin just above the collarbone. He stripped her of her school uniform next and ripped of her bra. Then, with expert fingers, he traced her nipples and pinched the lightly. After that he soothed them with a gentle brush of his thumbs.

Her hands finally managed to strip him of his pants and so, she was now exploring the muscled stomach, circled his bellybutton and traced the thin line of blond hair that disappeared behind the boxers hiding her treasure. She had to stop for a moment when he attacked her neck and nipples, but continued, determined to reach what she sought.

But alas, he interfered with her plans, when he picked her up, like a groom would a bride and carried her to the bed.

Soon he had her pinned down, her arms above her head, as he kissed and licked her chest, every where, but where she wanted him to the most. Finally, after she almost kneed him for ignoring her needs, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked harshly. She moaned and trashed in his arms, desperate to get free of his grip, so she could entwine her fingers into his blond hair.

His mouth soon left her breasts to travel lower. He looped his tongue into her bellybutton, then traced lower until, he finally, reached the hem of her panties.

Here he stopped. He sat back on his heels. His hands left her arms and took hold of the thin garment, slowly pulling it down her legs. After they were off he threw them aside. Tracing his fingers back up her legs and then sides, he laid himself over her. His hand then trailed lower again, in search of her treasure. Soon he was playing with her, as he took over her mouth again, his tongue teasing hers.

Her hands, finally free, grabbed his boxers and ripped them off. His cock was finally free from all restraints. She grabbed hold of the long pole, her finger not completely closing around it. He groaned into her mouth then and dragged his hands away from her need.

His wand was in his hand before she knew it. He whispered a spell, she could only assume was a contraceptive. Then he threw his wand aside and they both absentmindedly heard it clank somewhere on the floor of the shack. But it hardly mattered to both of them.

He looked at her one last time and commanded her in a seductive voice:

“Say it. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me or I will walk away.”

She looked at him shocked. This was the first time he said something like that. The possessiveness in his voice was so clear it scared her. Why was he acting like this?

She was so stunned, that for a moment all she could do was stare at his face as he looked at her with an unreadable gaze and watch his chest, as he breathed deeply. His body was covered with a thin sheet of sweat, making him almost glow in the moonlight that seeped trough the window. Oh god. This man truly looked like an angel. A fallen angel. It was ironic how the night and the moonlight blended so well on him. He was the perfect child of darkness. Her enemy. Yet right then and there all he was to her, had nothing to do in the world they usually lived in.

He was getting up now and with a start, she realized he intended on leaving. Her entire body was seized in panic. No! He can’t!

“Wait!”

He stopped and turned to look at her. His gaze was so intense that she suddenly couldn’t stand to look at him. She turned her head away and hugged herself.

“Please. Don’t go.”

He climbed back in the bed and embraced her. She raised her arms and took hold of his beautiful locks. He parted from her just slightly and whispered:

“Then say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

She knew that if she said that, everything would change. They were walking on a thin line. She knew that once that line was crossed, there was no going back. Yet she found herself not caring as much as she should. And that scared her. Yet, she at that moment realized, that if he left right now, she wouldn’t be able to take it. It was illogical, senseless and stupid, but she had to be with him. Even if the whole world would condemn her.

So she pulled up the Griffindor courage from deep inside her messed up thoughts and emotions. Her hands trembled and she had to grip his hair tighter to pull herself together. Here it was. The moment, everything as she knows it will change. She pressed her lips against his neck and murmured quietly:

“I’m yours.”

He hugged her tighter, then released her and pushed her down on the bed. He grabbed her knees and pulled them apart, then settled himself between her legs. Her arousal was still there and so was his. They knew that playtime was over. They were both too far gone.

He raised her arms over her head and tangled their fingers together. His gaze was soft as it settled on her. The tender look in his eyes made her heart jump in her chest. His lips parted slowly, as he dipped in for a kiss. Then he took hold of his cock and positioned himself. His lips never left hers as he penetrated her. At that moment their eyes locked together and it felt, as if he penetrated her soul.

He was very big, so her walls almost couldn’t take him. But then his hands left hers and caressed her sides gently, making her relax and accept him. After a few moments, where they only stared into each others eyes, tasting the forbidden fruit, it became too much.

He steadied himself on his palms and fully looked at her, tracing her figure with his silver eyes. Then he slowly pulled out, savoring each millimeter of her tightness. She had to close her eyes.

It felt so fucking good.

He froze just before the tip of him could glide out. Then he showed back in with a hard thrust. Hermione moaned loudly and grasped his forearms for support. Even he let out a small grunt at the pleasure that flew trough them both.

And it began.

He never took his eyes off of her, as he fucked her like this moment was his life. And in a way it was. In a matter of months, she unknowingly became the most important thing in his life. Not even his family outran her, even if they are very close at the top. She was the line that kept him sane in this war. She was the reason why he decided to help the Order. Even if she did not know that detail yet.

If it weren’t for her he would still have been clouded by the Dark Lord. He knew better now. Yet although he knew that even if he told her that now, she would not have believed him. He will prove to her, he was a changed man.

And so for the next few hours all they could see and feel was each other.

He took her on the bed, then turned her over and fucked her from behind, bent over her form, kissing her neck.Then he pulled her off of him and pulled her up, leading her to the wall where he slammed her against it, pulled her legs up and over his forearms. Then his cock found its way home. After a while he whispered into her ear: “put your arms around my neck and hold on tight.” That was all the warning she got, before he pushed away from the wall and transported them to a desk. He laid her over it and embraced her tightly. His pace then changed. It all got very tender.

His head was buried in her breasts, almost like a child would do to a mother. His hips were moving slowly, yet his strokes were firm and hard. Hermione was overwhelmed. She never knew sex could have ever felt this good. Sure this wasn’t the first time they had sex, but this time was completely different. It was on a whole other level. The feeling she experienced were something she was never prepared for.

His head lifted and she could see his glazed over silver eyes. He was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. Then his lips parted and his tongue flickered out to trace them. She almost melted from the sensuality of it. He smiled at her then and said: “tell me again. Tell me you are mine.”

“I’m yours. And you are mine.”

He looked at her in surprise, then smiled at her and kissed her lips. After they parted he whispered:

“That I am.”

He lifted her off of the table then and stumbled his way to the bed. He could feel her muscles clamping down on him. He was eager to feel her climax. His pace changed and soon he was at his end too.

Then her hands touched his chest and his fingers took hold of them. The lid of their release toppled over. Both were taken by surprise as the pleasure exploded trough them. Their magic suddenly came forth and entwined. They were linked completely at that moment.

They stayed like that for a while. He was laying on her, but she didn’t seem to mind. She seemed to be thoughtful. Then she said:

“Lucius? I… I think I---“

She was cut off, when he yelled in agony all of a sudden and gripped his forearm.

And suddenly reality crashed on them. He looked t her with a sorrowful look and stood quickly, searching for his wand with his eyes. He picked it up and spelled himself clean. After that he dressed himself and turned back to her. He looked at her with an unreadable expression. She sat up and extended her arm. He pulled her too him and handed her an envelope.

“Give this to the Headmaster. Tell him you found it on your parole of the grounds. It is important that he gets this.” He caressed her face and turned too leave. Hermione didn’t know what to think. Her mind was a mess. Why was he giving her this? Was it harmful to Dumbledore? Her train of thoughts left her when he doubled over.

“I have to go! Please give it to him as soon as possible.”

He was almost out the door when she shot forward and hugged him from behind. She was so scared for him. What if he got hurt? It was then she decided. She will tell him.

“Lucius, I love you.”

He froze in wonder at her words. Did she really? He turned around and took hold of her chin. The pad of his thumb caressed her cheek as he gently kissed her on her lips. Pulling back slightly he whispered: “I love you too.”

Then turned and hurried out the door. The pain of the Dark Mark was on leaning toward unbearable.

After he left the room, she just stood there with her hands on her lips, her cheeks aflame because of his words. Then she snapped back to reality. She dressed quickly and exited the small shack, into the winter night.

She hurriedly walked to the beautiful castle called Hogwarts. It stood royally in the middle of the snowy landscape. Yet she didn’t notice, just walked faster then before.

She has a letter to deliver.