Deliciously So... (Editing)

Disclaimers and thanks: I do not own any of these characters (if only), only Blinky and Pisky are my own.

Thank you all for reading my story, I’m dazzled by how many of you have actually read it, I must confess it was supposed to be a oneshot but am already at chapter 10.

Thank you for my reviews, please please keep the coming. They really do help, and it’s a pleasure to know how you feel with my updates.

I thank Persephone who is a lovely person and a great beta reader. Arigatou, sensei. *bows*

Twilight Lady: Yes, indeed. I really feel for my poor sweet Lucius *grins* Right scratch the poor…on second thoughts also the sweet should go as well…and I certainly wish he was MINE! *sigh* Hope you liked this one.

Angel: I think the title says it all…ENJOY! ^.^

Mistress Malfoy: Absolutely love evil death eaters…lemons? Read on! *evil laugh* p.s. I can’t post on Enchanted Granger, it won’t recognize me, any ideas?

99: I couldn’t kill Blinky…(I hope I won’t have to do it). The breakfast scene was certainly fun…both for the food and the company *giggles*

Faye: *taps chin thoughtfully* What couldLucius do in his Library? ^.^

Die Hexe: Please, love. No more Umbereit. Right round one for the bet. How long will it take for you to snap? Hermione as well for that matter…Sirius is a goner…

LaBibliographe: Whenever I hear Lucius’ voice in the films I’m swooning all over the place, I find his soft and cold whispers so ….(you get the idea, right?) I had to put it in! As for your questions, number one is answered here…I’m afraid there is no mysterious person in our dear Death Eater’s head, I suppose it’s either the voice of cold reason (as I doubt he has a conscience) or the voice of his inner desires. As for number three, who knows? *evil laugh*



Lust in the Library

She heard the doors close behind her with a soft click, and noticed that there was a fire burning in the grate at the opposite end of the room.

“Needs a little light, don’t you think?” said a cold voice behind her. Instantly the curtains opened, causing the whole room to brighten as dramatically as Hermione’s own eyes as she took in her newly illuminated surroundings.

The Library was enormous to say the least, and decorated in late 17th century designs. It was a circular room and from what she could tell had a bookcase lining the entire wall, complete with a sliding ladder, large glass windows to her left and right; The wall opposite her held the fireplace, upon which sat a magnificent gold clock. Hanging above the mantelpiece was a picture at least seven feet high of a knight in shining armour battling a black dragon. Like most pictures in the wizarding world, this one was animated with a life of its own, and to her horror, showed the knight being burnt to a crisp before the dragon attempted to bite off his head.

In front of the fireplace were four armchairs with emerald green velvet, a small coffee table between them. She then noticed, to her utter amazement, that surrounding the chairs were two more bookcases, slightly curved, and at least nine feet high.

“So what would you like to read?” he purred in her ear.

“I-I,” feeling him so close was unnerving. It made her feel as if she was in the coils of a snake that was slowly squeezing her. “I’ll take a look around,” she said hurrying away.

She stepped into the centre and looked up, noting with astonishment that the library continued for another two floors. Her attention was then drawn to the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and the way it sparkled as it caught the sunlight. The marble staircase leading to the second floor, started from near where she had entered and spiralled all the way up. She noticed her mouth was open and decided to close it before he tried to do anything with it.

“Should you want to read on a specific subject, the picture at the end of each shelf should give you a clue as to what it holds. No book is to leave the library without my permission, understood?” He drawled behind her, but noticed she was too enthralled by the sight around her to be truly listening to him.

“Surrounded by books, Miss Granger,” a soft whisper sounded near her ear, “Does that bring back any memories?” she shivered. He grinned and moving her hair away from her neck he bent down and trailed his lips lightly down, “Or does it give you any ideas?” She stepped away and positively ran to the other side of the room, between the bookcases where she could no longer see him.

She glanced around her and concluded that she must be in the History of Magic section, or something like it, as she recognized many of the titles. Looking in front of her, there seemed to be names like “Herpo the Foul”, she noticed a small oval hanging next to the wood at the far end of the bookcase and saw it was a picture of a snake, supposedly this was the Magical Creatures section.

She walked around passing the fireplace, trying not to look at the man sitting in one of the chairs and to ignore the dragon who if she was not mistaken had just burped, no doubt trying to digest the unfortunate knight. She saw this bookcase had no picture and, after looking at the other side as well, decided she would ask.

Still not looking back, she called over her shoulder, “Erm, what are these books? There’s no picture to identify them.”

“Those are novels or poetry,” a bored voice sounded behind her.

“Like Blake? Milton?”

“Of course not; I would not keep such Muggle trash in my house.”

“But…”

“I suggest, Miss Granger, that you do not try my patience. After last night’s little episode, I think you know how, unpleasant I can be if I get angry,” he smiled coldly

‘Little episode?’ He had almost killed her for God’s sake! He had then decided to do something else to her; she was not entirely sure whether she was content with such a change…

How dare he insult something he clearly knows nothing about? Trash he calls it! Still, I have no desire to anger him…

She suddenly felt something behind her, and a black clad arm reached out in front of her to grab a book then handing it to her.

“Here, I suggest you read this. It’s about Muggles: A philosophical approach on how useless they are,” he smiled coldly.

“You really think that?” she asked suddenly

“Well yes. But I must say there are exceptions…Muggles can be lovely whores.”

“What?”

“I believe it’s one of the most useful things about them. Other than for pleasurable reasons, I don’t see what so many wizards find in them.”

Fleeing yet again, she walked over to the window to look out at the gardens…If they were to lose the war, what would happen to the Muggle population? What could they do to defend them? Muggleborns weren’t much better off really. The only difference was that they knew what was coming…

“Once you’ve found something to read, I suggest you sit down. I could maybe offer you a cup of tea. Perhaps some biscuits to go with it? Or do you still want to go hungry?”

Before she could answer her stomach did it for her, causing her to blush violently.

“Well that settles it,” he announced, before sauntering off.

Damn him! I don’t want his food, I want to get out. From her place at the window, she could only see the vast lawns, a fountain which consisted of a pool with three raised basins one on top of the other, the largest on the back of three hippocampus statues in the centre; and what could be a maze… Could there be any structural maps of the Manor in the Library?

She decided to take a look upstairs. The second floor was structured like the first, except it had a magnificent railing around the centre that looked down on the floor below, giving her a perfect view of the Lord of the Manor reading his Daily Prophet. How could he be so calm? How could he abduct someone and then be so nonchalant about it? He lifted his eyes from the paper and saw her staring at him. He smirked at her and gestured toward the tray on the small table, where a silver pot and a plate of biscuits were clearly visible.

She continued walking around the second floor, reaching the stairs to get to the third floor, aware that his grey eyes were still on her, observing her every move. The third floor contained, from what she could see, a very extensive collection of Dark Art books… Maybe she could find something here! If she found out some information that could help Harry, she was certain she could send it to him one way or another. Forgetting her current situation in the light of the possibilities at hand she started reading hurriedly through the titles. Horcruxes…horcruxes…

“Find anything interesting?” a cold voice said near her.

“I-I,” she stammered, her mind frantically searching for a viable excuse.

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure you can come back to it later; your tea awaits you... Come.”

With that, he started walking back toward the stairs, the blonde hair cascading down his back a sharp contrast to his black shirt. Sighing, she followed him a safe distance away. When they reached the armchairs, she sat down and watched him as he did the same.

“Do you take milk in your tea?” he asked cordially.

“Erm, yes please,” she said quietly. How can he expect me to have a normal conversation with the man who has…oh, god, I can’t even think it…damn it…the bastard who has raped me?!

“Sugar?” he smiled. He was really enjoying himself. She was so confused, poor dear. Delightful, really: how she loathed him, but was too scared to show it. He saw how she shivered every time he got too close. Was it fear? Or anticipation? He couldn’t wait to find out.

“One, please,” and she watched as the teapot levitated and poured some tea into the exquisitely decorated china cup on the tray; the milk jug followed suit and a single lump of sugar dived into the cup. He handed her the cup on a saucer, his fingers lingering on hers as she took it from his hands. Her hands shook and she almost spilled some of the steaming liquid, but caught herself quickly.

“Help yourself to the biscuits. I didn’t know which were your favourite, so I asked for a few types.” He pointed at the platter. Hermione noted that his idea of a ‘few types’ consisted of no less than five biscuits of the same sort, and there were so many: shortbread, butter cream, chocolate ones.

“I’m not really hungry,” she said firmly. She would not be played with this way.

“Oh, what a shame. But please, take one at least. The Elves made them specially for you.”

Ok, was he trying to make her feel guilty? Him?! But he was right of course. He’d made his servants work under God knows what conditions and then it all goes to waste because of her… Damn him.

She picked the most simple and light looking biscuit among the other rich ones. As soon as she bit into it, her eyes widened in shock. It was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted! It was light and sweet, with a strange lingering taste afterwards. It smelt almost flowery.

“Ah, I see you like Violet biscuits. Good to know. From the look on your face, it was the first time you tasted one. Yes?”

She nodded her head slowly and finished the rest of it. She then licked her lips to make sure there wasn’t any sugar on them.

He had been feeling extremely content with himself, as he had been able to see he was affecting her in more ways than one. Her discomfort was evident in the way she avoided him. The way she shrunk from his gaze. But when she absentmindedly licked her lips, he was lost. His mind clouded with the memories of the previous night’s fantasies. How that tongue had darted in his mouth, dancing with his own. How she had used those lips to plant soft, hot kisses on his chest. He felt his guard breaking as he became lost in thought. He was interrupted however by the slight clattering of china as she placed her cup back on the tray.

“Mr. Malfoy, why am I here?” she asked in a quiet voice.

“You are in the Library because you requested it,” he said calmly as if speaking to a small child.

“That is not what I asked.”

“You should then specify what you want to know if you want to avoid such misunderstandings”

“Why am I here in your Manor?”

“We’ve been through this before, Miss Granger. I didn’t think you had failed to comprehend. It seems the most intelligent witch of Hogwarts is losing her touch.”

“Mr. Malfoy, You have brought me here. You have…you have raped me! You keep me here as a prisoner. You insult me! You almost killed me! But then you treat me like this, as if I’m a guest. As if we are on good terms. You are a hypocrite! I am not just some object that you can act upon thoughtlessly. I do have feelings!”

“What are these feelings, pray tell?” he asked icily. The girl was asking for answers that he didn’t have. It was irritating him.

“I-I…” She faltered, unsure if she really dared to say her mind.

“You?”

She decided to take the plunge: “I hate you. I despise you. You’re a murderer! You’re a cruel man! You are arrogant and selfish and...”

“Enough,” he hissed, leaning forward and pressing his index finger against her lips, “I will not be spoken to like that. You are here because I wish it. You are being treated this way because I am merciful and thought you may want some comforts. If however, they are not appreciated, they will be removed immediately. Even your filthy Muggle parents must have taught you to show gratitude where it’s expected?”

“Gratitude?!” she gawked. What am I supposed to be grateful about?!

“Yes, gratitude. I wonder what those parents of yours taught you. Maybe I should go and pay them a visit, tell them how they should have brought up their daughter,” he mused.

“NO!” she gasped, her eyes boring into his, her fear like an icy wind causing her fiery hate to flicker and dance in their depths.

“I am not usually so kind, but I have decided to let this little outburst go unpunished. As long as it is the only one, I’m sure we could get along quite well.” He lifted his finger.

She stood up immediately and walked to the high window to her right…Get along quite well! Don’t make me laugh. For some strange reason, he wants me. He wants my body, as if I were a mere object. As if I were a doll…

She felt him behind her even though she had not heard him approach. “Miss Granger, you belong to me,” he whispered near her ear, she shuddered. He licked her neck, “You must obey me.” Her breath caught in her throat: he was dominating her. She felt shivers run down her body starting wherever he touched her.

“Let me go,” she pleaded, as his arms encircled her body from behind. He breathed in the scent of her hair, the perfume of the roses still lingering on her. He could remember clearly, last night she had moaned her pleasure. She had enjoyed his touch. Soon it would be she who would spend sleepless nights trapped in dreams of desire.

He spun her around and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth immediately. She pushed against his chest, trying to pull away but he held her fast. He broke the kiss and started ravaging her neck, sucking, biting, licking, leaving her white skin tender. As soon as her mouth was free from his violent kiss she started sobbing.

“Let me go. Let me go!” she cried.

He ran his hands up and down her back, grasping her buttocks. He pushed her against the window and kissed her again, one of his hands reaching down to her thigh, the other resting on her breasts. Pulling away, he pulled her jumper off and cast it to the floor. She let out a cry of distress or disapproval, he couldn’t tell which, he couldn’t care really.

He whispered huskily, “Forget the pain; if you please me I will return the favour. I won’t cause you anymore pain unless you want it. Give in to me,” he commanded, as he pressed her tighter against him.

Hermione couldn’t breathe anymore. Her heart was beating frantically and she started feeling an incredible warmth within her. It was slowly washing through her body, making her breathing even more strained. She was gasping out of air. All her senses seemed magnified: she could hear her own heart pounding in her ears; she could feel his touch on her skin, his hot mouth on her flesh; she could smell his scent, a strange fresh perfume she couldn’t quite place. Not to mention that she could still taste the sweetness of the biscuit that kept returning to her.

He started kissing her throat, his tongue probing her skin, tasting her. He pulled down her bra, her full breasts coming free. He then trailed his mouth down to her breasts, arriving close to one of her nipples. He took one of them in his mouth, circling it softly with his tongue, then flicking it over and over. Pulling away he blew softly on the wet skin, and felt her shiver.

As soon as he clamped his hot mouth on her breasts, she felt something change inside her. She was feeling quite good. Have you gone insane, Hermione?! You are enjoying these bastard’s ministrations? She screamed at herself.

Trailing one hand down, he moved it beneath her skirt finding her knickers, he started stroking her womanhood from behind the cloth. She stifled a cry. “D-don’t,” she gasped.

“Don’t?” He smiled. Moving aside the material, he caressed her flesh. Bending down he took her other breast in his mouth and continued to suck its peak, nipping it, stroking it with his warm tongue. She jumped as the sensations he was provoking started to overwhelm her. He pushed a finger in her core. “Don’t what?” he asked softly, as he started moving his finger inside her. He started feeling her getting wetter and wetter. He added a second finger and he heard her moan.

“D-don’t…ah…don’t…” She couldn’t understand what was happening to her, she couldn’t understand how she could allow this to happen. She was letting him do this to her! She hated him! He was stealing her pride! Her very soul! But still, she wanted him to continue. She didn’t want these sensations to end…She didn’t want him to…“Don’t stop!”

“As you wish.” It is working… He added a third finger and she moaned again, gripping his head she held him to her chest.

“Ah…yes…oh…” What was she doing?! She loathed this man…he was a murderer! Her rapist! He… “Ah.”

He suddenly stopped his thrusts and she cried out with disappointment. His arctic eyes bore into her own that were ablaze with passion. “Kiss me,” he purred, “Kiss me, and I will send you into oblivion…” He hadn’t even finished talking when she had claimed his lips hungrily, her tongue darting around. It certainly is working… He continued his assault on her pussy, could feel her warm flesh pulsing around him. He worked her nub with his thumb. He could hear her moaning in his mouth. She still tasted of violets.

“Oh…yes…ah” She groaned pulling her head back. Her moans were like kisses to him, arousing him even more. He could feel she was almost there. He pushed his fingers in a couple more times when she met her release. She came letting out a cry, she found her release. Her juices gushed around him as her inner walls clenched his fingers tightly. She clung onto him as her legs gave way. He brought her down to the floor where he leant her against the window as she was trying to regain her breath.

“Did you like that, Miss. Granger?” He asked her softly.

“Yes.”

“Would you like to feel that way again?”

“Oh Gods forgive me, yes.”

He smirked, she was really something. He started licking his fingers, tasting her juices. “Delicious…” he sighed, “Taste yourself.” Placing one of his wet fingers on her lips, she opened her mouth tenderly and let him push his finger in. He groaned as he felt her suck his digit, her hot tongue darting around. He felt his hard-on give a jolt as he imagined her mouth sucking something else…

“First you must do something for me. It’s only fair.”

“Yes…” she said softly.

“Kneel for me.” He stood up and let his trousers fall to the floor. She knelt and looked at him puzzlingly. Removing his erection from his boxers he looked down at her. “Suck my cock, Miss. Granger.”

Her eyes looked uncertain for a minute before they glazed over again. Putting one small hand on his shaft she stroked him, earning a moan from the wizard. She paused for a moment she’d never actually seen his cock really well before. She hadn’t seen any cock at all. She saw a drop of pre-come on the head, she licked it off. She then started licking the whole shaft, toying with his balls, she licked them too. She felt him cling to her head.

“Yes, you’re being very good. Take it in your mouth, stroke it with your tongue. Surround it with your lips,” he said as he stroked her hair

She opened her mouth and slowly, ever so slowly, started to swallow his cock. Feeling her hot, wet mouth surrounding him was making him reel. But he held on, trying not to lose it just yet. She felt him touch her throat, and was about to gag, but relaxing her throat she swallowed him inch by inch.

He stared at her in disbelief as she kept taking more and more. He knew he was of considerable size, and was quite proud of it. But not many women could take him completely in their mouths the first time they tried. This girl was managing to take him almost whole. “Gods…” He felt her tongue lick the underside of his cock. Letting out a gasp he pushed hard, and found she had him all. The head was stroking the side of her throat. He started thrusting in her, once…twice…he picked up his pace and continued.

Soon he was groaning, he could see her head bobbing up and down, her breasts jingling with the movement. She started handling his balls with her right hand.

“Shit,” he said out loud. He felt he was getting closer and closer. When he was about to reach his climax, he tried pulling her off him, but she wouldn’t budge, and instead picked up the pace.

“No…Stop…ah...I’m about to…fuck,” and he came in her mouth, his creamy seed spurting down her throat. He was sure she would choke, but proving him wrong she swallowed hard. Letting his now spent organ fall from her mouth, she licked her lips, an innocent smile on her face.

“Good girl,” he gasped. Stepping out of his trousers, he knelt down near her. “Lie on your back and spread your legs.” She happily obeyed. Ripping away her wet panties, he stroked her thighs. Parting her lips with his left hand, he stuck two fingers of his other hand in her while he licked and sucked her core. He found the tiny nodule in between her folds and he stroked it back and forth, working it mercilessly until she raised her hips, arching her back. In less than five minutes she had come, and licking up her juices avidly he pushed his tongue in her warm folds. His ministrations were accompanied by her moans and her pushing his head even further against her. She reached her peak soon afterwards and lay with her eyes closed and panting for breath.

He was considering letting her have some peace, but as he started to get up, she clung to his shirt, pulling him down. She crushed her lips on his hungrily, tasting her own juices in his mouth. She moaned eagerly and let one of her hands start to unbutton his shirt, while the other started stroking his hard organ. She took one look at him and started sucking his chest, mimicking what he had done just moments before. He groaned as he felt the heat of her tongue.

“Take me again,” she whispered huskily, pulling him on op of her, “Take me again.”

He did need her to say it again. Placing his hard cock at her entrance he started pushing in slowly.

“No! More, more!” she cried running her nails down his back scratching him. He let out a gasp of pain and thrust completely in her, burying himself in her depths. She was as tight as he remembered, and equally hot. But she was wetter, and her muscles were still contracting from her previous orgasms. It was heaven. He started moving in her, grinding against her inner walls. He was accompanied by her moans and gasps of delight, while she urged him to go faster, begged him to ride her harder.

He pounded into her mercilessly, looked at her face red with passion, eyes aflame, her hair flying around her as she arched her back. She climaxed with a scream and he followed her soon after. He removed himself from her and leant against the wall. When his breathing had returned to normal he looked down at her.

Getting up he took out his wand and cleaned them up, conjuring their clothes back on. Picking her up in his arms he apparated into her room and placed her on the bed. Capturing her lips in hungry kiss, he stroked her face as he saw she was quickly falling asleep. Smirking he walked out of the door and started pacing through the corridor.

“Lucius,” a sneering voice called to him.

Looking to his right, he saw Severus leaning against the wall.

“Yes?”

“You seem quite pleased with yourself. One could even say that you are extremely satisfied”

“You could say that. Did you need me for something, Severus?”

“Oh, nothing in particular. I’ve only found that one of my phials of potion is missing…”

“Terrible. Anything important?”

“Nothing immensely valuable or life-threatening.”

“What a relief.”

“Yes. By the way, do you have any idea who could’ve taken a Lust Potion.”

“No, not really. Sorry.”

“You know, I doubt anyone has ever had such a fun time in a Library.”

“Why you voyeur! How did you get in may I ask? I had warded the doors.”

“Honestly, Lucius. One does not need to break any wards to observe through a window. If you wanted privacy, you shouldn’t have chosen such a revealing location,” he sneered.

“Ah, well, you know, the rush of the moment,” he smiled, completely unabashed, “What were you doing in the gardens by the way?”

“I needed some fresh moss for a potion,” he shrugged, “How much did you give her?”

“Five drops,” he smirked.

“Five drops! It’s a wonder she didn’t go into some post-orgasmic fit.”

“Oh well, that’s what normally all my lovers do.”

Snape snorted with laughter. “Really?”

“I can assure you I have never had any complaints. Of course, you’d have to take my word for it as I’m not inclined to prove it to you personally. You’re not really my type you see.”

The dark haired wizard shot him a disgusted look before he shrugged it off. “Thank God for that.”

Smirking the lord of the Manor said “Now, Severus. I’m afraid the show is over for now, I have some accounting to do.” Turning on his heel he laughed and said “Next time I should get you to pay for tickets.” And he disapparated, his laugh sounding in the empty corridor.

Author’s Note: Lemony enough for you? I know I’ve been really naughty with this chapter, but I enjoyed myself and I’m sure Lucius did as well…eh eh eh
I’m quite busy this period with my studies so I can’t be certain how long it will actually take to write the next chapter. I hope you liked this update. ^.^