Daughter of Leda
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The Insufferable Git
Lucius didn’t have to wait as long for her letter. It seemed the Gryffindor tactics actually worked – regardless of how Slytherin it had been of him to resort to them. He had been angry when writing his, and the letter did serve to diffuse that anger slightly. It also served to challenge him to work harder for her, regardless of how unintentional that might have been on her part. After all, if you swing something a Slytherin values before him and say that you want to give it to him but just fear the consequences – the one thing you can be sure of and should fear is how determined he will be in pursuing it.
It wasn’t that he didn’t understand what she meant, or didn’t know that it might complicate things for both of them. He wanted her, and he was used to getting what he wanted. She’d enjoy it, he knew he could make sure she would, and so he was left with very few acceptable reasons not to seduce her.
He quickly penned a note to her and cast a few spells over it. His heart raced as he waited for her to receive it, knowing she would be furious with him.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
Hermione was dressed for bed, having given up on the idea of studying. She’d tried for two hours after sending the note to Lucius, but she just couldn’t concentrate. She jumped in surprise when she heard tapping on her window, and went quickly to retrieve the note an owl was waiting with.
She looked down at it, at her name written in Lucius’ hand, and immediately opened it. As soon as she broke the seal she felt a tug in her stomach and watched her room fade away.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
Lucius looked up at the sound of someone else entering the room and went to help steady her from the force of the portkey. He touched bare, soft skin, and looked down at her in surprise. She was wearing a long shirt that hung loosely on her, extending just below her hips and hinting temptingly and the curves beneath it. For a moment he forgot to breath, but was reminded when he felt the force of her hand across his face.
“How dare you, Lucius?” she screamed angrily.
He was quite glad he’d thought to cast a silencing charm on the room, though it had originally been thought of for different reasons. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I knew you wouldn’t come if I just asked and I needed to see you.”
“Bloody hell! How could you, Lucius? You insufferable git!”
Lucius thoroughly enjoyed seeing her so upset, regardless of how sorry he should be feeling for it. And he was sorry. Sort of. It was just that the way her eyes gleamed in her anger, going from molten caramel to something even more beautiful and alluring, had an effect on him that went much further south than his regret could manage. She was screaming, but had not yet bothered to put much effort in pulling away from his arms. As he held her tightly he could feel his trousers becoming more and more uncomfortable from the way her soft curves were struggling against him. “I understand why you are so angry with me, Hermione, but please talk to me.”
“Talk?” she asked through a clenched jaw, “You want to talk? Fine, then. Start talking!”
“I...” he started, trailing off. He’d been so busy thinking of how to convince her to talk to him that somehow the plan of what exactly to say had slipped his mind. He was a Malfoy, though. He could manage this. “While I fully appreciate your concerns and don’t wish to do anything you might regret, I had thought that perhaps there was another side to the argument. Perhaps the way to avoid regret would be by indulging in exactly what frightens you so much.”
“Excuse me?” she said, a mixture of shock and residual anger written across her features. “Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?”
“One time, Hermione. Just once,” he whispered seductively. “Get it out of your system. We’ll both be able to think clearer for it.”
His breath warmed her neck and his hands rested on her hips, pulling her closer to him. Her mind was spinning, trying to fight the desire that she had been trying so desperately to contain since their first meeting after Leda’s letter. To be truthful, there had always been something about Lucius Malfoy that had been alluring to her, but it had never developed into anything so very dangerous until recently. “How do you think my having sex with you, and all the emotions that would entail for me, would clarify things? Not to mention how much I’d hate myself for taking part in adultery.”
“It always comes back to that, doesn’t it?” he asked her while searching her expression for some hint that he had hope. “I’ve begun to wonder if it’s not just a convenient excuse for you rather than an actual conflict of morals. You know my situation with Narcissa. You know that my marriage is nothing but an arranged alliance between families. Never have I loved her in that way, and never has she expected me to be faithful although it wouldn’t kill you to realize that I have not taken nearly so many witches as rumor would have you believe. Not nearly so many as other wizards in my situation.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that it is wrong,” said Hermione, clinging to her last shreds of determination. More of Leda’s words flashed through her mind. It is intent, not method, which is of greatest import. She hadn’t meant the words for this type of situation, although, for all Hermione knew, perhaps she had. It made her decision more complicated, but simplified it at the same time. Morally it might well be wrong for her to give in to Lucius, but morals were already so tainted and twisted by the situation that there seemed to be no right answer regardless.
Lucius saw pieces of her thoughts flicker in her eyes, and finally she relaxed against him and merely stared at his chest without truly looking at him. She had resigned herself to some decision, though Lucius wasn’t completely certain what that decision was. Tentatively, he kissed her forehead, tucking strands of hair behind her ear and out of her face. She looked lovely, and when she made no objection he kissed her again, moving to her cheek, then the tip of nose. When she finally looked him in the eyes he moved just slowly enough to give her an opportunity to refuse him and kissed her lips softly.
At first he was quite gentle, his kiss speaking of affection without demands. When her body relaxed further, though, he deepened it. He sucked on her lower lip, and just barely explored her mouth with his tongue. When she moaned softly he broke away for a moment. “Should I take that as a ‘yes’?” he asked with a smile.
She could have said something in return, but Hermione was too busy mourning the loss of his lips against her own. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him closer to her once more, kissing him back in order to show him her desire. One thing could be said for Lucius – he could take a hint. Holding onto her firmly he apparated her to his bedroom, quickly assuring her that they would not be disturbed and moving his hands under her shirt.
“No knickers?” he asked with surprise.
Hermione blushed. “Well, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be around to notice.”
“I have no complaints, I assure you,” he told her, grinning like a schoolboy.
“Umm...” mumbled Hermione, her face growing steadily more crimson. “You should probably know. I’ve never done this before.”
Lucius went quickly through several emotions. The first was surprise that someone as beautiful as she had never been with anyone, though he quickly reminded himself that she was still quite young after all. Next was satisfaction, knowing that it was he that she was giving that gift to, and a certain determination that he would make himself the only man to ever touch her. Finally there was guilt. It was an emotion mostly foreign to Lucius, but he’d encountered it enough in his youth to at least recognize it. How could he take something so precious from her, when, as she had pointed out, he was married to another?
“I hadn’t realized,” he said softly, “and perhaps through your example Lucius Malfoy has begun to develop a conscious. Are you certain, Hermione? If you have doubts, tell me. I won’t pressure you further.”
The tenderness in his voice, and the expression on his face which she told herself most certainly could not be what it appeared to be, overwhelmed the doubts that had in fact been lingering in her mind. Whatever he did or did not feel for her, he had shown a respectful side of his personality that allowed her to trust him fully and the ache in her hips reminded her just how much she wanted this. “I’m sure.”
A/N: So it would seem my Muses are steadily returning to me. (Yay!) I finished this chapter early this morning and was tempted to wait a day or two to post it, since I did just post the last chapter yesterday, but I have decided I'm not that cruel. I have the next chapter half written, though its only fair to point out that reviews help my Muses along. ;)
Citten -- Well now that my mind is in full lemon-writing mode I should probably not address Lucius' "reactions." hehe. I don't care for Narcissa either but unfortunately we are going to have to wait a little while to be rid of her, but I promise I will get to that part (already have that scene written, actually).
Poet_lover -- Yes, well, we get that moment in the next chapter. Although, sadly (but still amusing to the darker side of my humor), even after getting to that point nothing is really solved and we will have to settle back in for some angst-filled exchanges.
It wasn’t that he didn’t understand what she meant, or didn’t know that it might complicate things for both of them. He wanted her, and he was used to getting what he wanted. She’d enjoy it, he knew he could make sure she would, and so he was left with very few acceptable reasons not to seduce her.
He quickly penned a note to her and cast a few spells over it. His heart raced as he waited for her to receive it, knowing she would be furious with him.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
Hermione was dressed for bed, having given up on the idea of studying. She’d tried for two hours after sending the note to Lucius, but she just couldn’t concentrate. She jumped in surprise when she heard tapping on her window, and went quickly to retrieve the note an owl was waiting with.
She looked down at it, at her name written in Lucius’ hand, and immediately opened it. As soon as she broke the seal she felt a tug in her stomach and watched her room fade away.
x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x
Lucius looked up at the sound of someone else entering the room and went to help steady her from the force of the portkey. He touched bare, soft skin, and looked down at her in surprise. She was wearing a long shirt that hung loosely on her, extending just below her hips and hinting temptingly and the curves beneath it. For a moment he forgot to breath, but was reminded when he felt the force of her hand across his face.
“How dare you, Lucius?” she screamed angrily.
He was quite glad he’d thought to cast a silencing charm on the room, though it had originally been thought of for different reasons. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I knew you wouldn’t come if I just asked and I needed to see you.”
“Bloody hell! How could you, Lucius? You insufferable git!”
Lucius thoroughly enjoyed seeing her so upset, regardless of how sorry he should be feeling for it. And he was sorry. Sort of. It was just that the way her eyes gleamed in her anger, going from molten caramel to something even more beautiful and alluring, had an effect on him that went much further south than his regret could manage. She was screaming, but had not yet bothered to put much effort in pulling away from his arms. As he held her tightly he could feel his trousers becoming more and more uncomfortable from the way her soft curves were struggling against him. “I understand why you are so angry with me, Hermione, but please talk to me.”
“Talk?” she asked through a clenched jaw, “You want to talk? Fine, then. Start talking!”
“I...” he started, trailing off. He’d been so busy thinking of how to convince her to talk to him that somehow the plan of what exactly to say had slipped his mind. He was a Malfoy, though. He could manage this. “While I fully appreciate your concerns and don’t wish to do anything you might regret, I had thought that perhaps there was another side to the argument. Perhaps the way to avoid regret would be by indulging in exactly what frightens you so much.”
“Excuse me?” she said, a mixture of shock and residual anger written across her features. “Are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?”
“One time, Hermione. Just once,” he whispered seductively. “Get it out of your system. We’ll both be able to think clearer for it.”
His breath warmed her neck and his hands rested on her hips, pulling her closer to him. Her mind was spinning, trying to fight the desire that she had been trying so desperately to contain since their first meeting after Leda’s letter. To be truthful, there had always been something about Lucius Malfoy that had been alluring to her, but it had never developed into anything so very dangerous until recently. “How do you think my having sex with you, and all the emotions that would entail for me, would clarify things? Not to mention how much I’d hate myself for taking part in adultery.”
“It always comes back to that, doesn’t it?” he asked her while searching her expression for some hint that he had hope. “I’ve begun to wonder if it’s not just a convenient excuse for you rather than an actual conflict of morals. You know my situation with Narcissa. You know that my marriage is nothing but an arranged alliance between families. Never have I loved her in that way, and never has she expected me to be faithful although it wouldn’t kill you to realize that I have not taken nearly so many witches as rumor would have you believe. Not nearly so many as other wizards in my situation.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that it is wrong,” said Hermione, clinging to her last shreds of determination. More of Leda’s words flashed through her mind. It is intent, not method, which is of greatest import. She hadn’t meant the words for this type of situation, although, for all Hermione knew, perhaps she had. It made her decision more complicated, but simplified it at the same time. Morally it might well be wrong for her to give in to Lucius, but morals were already so tainted and twisted by the situation that there seemed to be no right answer regardless.
Lucius saw pieces of her thoughts flicker in her eyes, and finally she relaxed against him and merely stared at his chest without truly looking at him. She had resigned herself to some decision, though Lucius wasn’t completely certain what that decision was. Tentatively, he kissed her forehead, tucking strands of hair behind her ear and out of her face. She looked lovely, and when she made no objection he kissed her again, moving to her cheek, then the tip of nose. When she finally looked him in the eyes he moved just slowly enough to give her an opportunity to refuse him and kissed her lips softly.
At first he was quite gentle, his kiss speaking of affection without demands. When her body relaxed further, though, he deepened it. He sucked on her lower lip, and just barely explored her mouth with his tongue. When she moaned softly he broke away for a moment. “Should I take that as a ‘yes’?” he asked with a smile.
She could have said something in return, but Hermione was too busy mourning the loss of his lips against her own. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him closer to her once more, kissing him back in order to show him her desire. One thing could be said for Lucius – he could take a hint. Holding onto her firmly he apparated her to his bedroom, quickly assuring her that they would not be disturbed and moving his hands under her shirt.
“No knickers?” he asked with surprise.
Hermione blushed. “Well, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be around to notice.”
“I have no complaints, I assure you,” he told her, grinning like a schoolboy.
“Umm...” mumbled Hermione, her face growing steadily more crimson. “You should probably know. I’ve never done this before.”
Lucius went quickly through several emotions. The first was surprise that someone as beautiful as she had never been with anyone, though he quickly reminded himself that she was still quite young after all. Next was satisfaction, knowing that it was he that she was giving that gift to, and a certain determination that he would make himself the only man to ever touch her. Finally there was guilt. It was an emotion mostly foreign to Lucius, but he’d encountered it enough in his youth to at least recognize it. How could he take something so precious from her, when, as she had pointed out, he was married to another?
“I hadn’t realized,” he said softly, “and perhaps through your example Lucius Malfoy has begun to develop a conscious. Are you certain, Hermione? If you have doubts, tell me. I won’t pressure you further.”
The tenderness in his voice, and the expression on his face which she told herself most certainly could not be what it appeared to be, overwhelmed the doubts that had in fact been lingering in her mind. Whatever he did or did not feel for her, he had shown a respectful side of his personality that allowed her to trust him fully and the ache in her hips reminded her just how much she wanted this. “I’m sure.”
A/N: So it would seem my Muses are steadily returning to me. (Yay!) I finished this chapter early this morning and was tempted to wait a day or two to post it, since I did just post the last chapter yesterday, but I have decided I'm not that cruel. I have the next chapter half written, though its only fair to point out that reviews help my Muses along. ;)
Citten -- Well now that my mind is in full lemon-writing mode I should probably not address Lucius' "reactions." hehe. I don't care for Narcissa either but unfortunately we are going to have to wait a little while to be rid of her, but I promise I will get to that part (already have that scene written, actually).
Poet_lover -- Yes, well, we get that moment in the next chapter. Although, sadly (but still amusing to the darker side of my humor), even after getting to that point nothing is really solved and we will have to settle back in for some angst-filled exchanges.