Fantasy House

Hermione was walking down the hallway when she heard "Miss Granger" coming from the bathroom. She stopped and backtracked a bit.



Lucius was standing at the sink and looking none too pleased. He held a razor in his hand and was tapping it furiously against the counter top. He gazed at her.



"If you would mind?" he requested. "I\'m not usually one to ask for help, however, Severus gave me this," he held up the razor to show her, "and that thing," he pointed to a can of shaving cream," then left me without instructions of how to use them. He said I could use them to get rid of this atrocious beard I seem to be developing."



Hermione smiled. She had completely forgotten that some of the wizards would probably like to shave. Of course, Severus would know how, having lived with a Muggle man most, if not all of, his childhood.



She stepped into the bathroom, careful not to shut the door. "It\'s not difficult," she informed him, walking up to the sink and turning on the tap. "At least, I don\'t think it is. I\'ve never shaved a man\'s face myself, but I\'ve watched my father do it several times. It can\'t be that hard."



"Shave?" Lucius asked, trying the new word on his tongue.



She looked at him in surprise. "Don\'t tell me you\'ve never heard of shaving before?"



He shrugged. "Should I have?" he asked as she pulled a wash cloth out of the closet and put it in the water.



"I don\'t know," she answered as she took a bit of soap and put it on the wash cloth.



She turned to Lucius and reached up to his face with the cloth. He pulled back a bit. She sighed, "Hold still. I\'m just washing your face."



He raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. "I do find it a bit amusing, though," she told him as she cleaned his face. "I mean, not knowing about shaving. I suppose you Purebloods have your own method of getting rid of unwanted hair. Parvarti mentioned it once to me, but I didn\'t pay much mind. Which is really odd for me, isn\'t it? Normally I am constantly interested in how Purebloods do things, especially as most of the time, it differs from the Muggle way."



She rinsed the cloth and brought it to his face to clean off the soap suds. "You\'d be amazed at all the things Muggles have learned to do without magic," she continued. "Then again, you\'ll probably learn a lot of them over the next few... well, however long we are here. I\'ll be really interested in teaching you different Muggle things. Well, if your interested, that is."



"Do you always talk this much?" Lucius asked as she wiped away the last bit of the suds.



She blushed and gave a small smile. "Only when I\'m nervous," she confessed. "You must know how intimidating you are..."



Her eyes widened and she clapped a hand over her mouth. He looked at her amusingly. "You find me intimidating, Miss Granger?" he asked, slowly.



"Well, I..." she faltered for a moment. Then she shook her head and said more forcefully, "You can\'t expect otherwise, Mr. Malfoy. For as long as I\'ve known you, you\'ve struck an astonishing pose. I remember the Ministry, Sir. You and your Death Eater group nearly killed the lot of us."



"You were quite foolish, Miss Granger," he commented.



She reached for the can and sprayed some cream into her hand. Putting the can down, she rubbed the cream between her hands before reaching for Lucius\' face.



"I am not a clown!" he sneered.



She rolled her eyes. "That you know what a clown is is amusing in itself, Sir, but I\'m not trying to make you look like a clown," she told him. "This is shaving cream. You put it on to prevent razor burns and to help soften the skin. Trust me. You do not want to shave without it."



He gave her a leery look. But, at her raised eyebrow, he allowed her to put the stuff on him. "It\'s cold," he complained.



She giggled. "I know. It comes from a can. The tin in the can keeps it cold. Close your mouth."



As he did so, she swiped a bit of it across his mouth. Using her pinkie, she drew a line over the opening of his lips. "Ok, you can open it now," she directed him.



She turned to the sink and cleaned her hands of the stuff. Once that was done, she rinsed the razor, then looked at him again. "Could you..." she stopped and blushed. Closing her eyes, she willed her heart to stop pounding. Why the heightened nerves all of a sudden? She opened her eyes and, feeling a little braver, she started again, "Could you lift me onto the counter? It would be easier to reach you if I\'m not constantly reaching up and I would hate to nick you by accident."



His hands fell down to her waist and circled it. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach at the touch. He lifted her easily and she sat on the counter, with her legs on either side of him.



The room suddenly seemed charged with electricity and Hermione wasn\'t entirely sure why. She swallowed a few times and rinsed the razor again. Her heart was beating a tattoo in her chest and she wondered if he could hear it.



She brought the razor to the side of his face. "Let me know if I press too hard?" she requested.



He did not nod, but the look in his eyes told her that he understood. What was that look? She didn\'t think he meant to intimidate her, but, perhaps... No. She wouldn\'t analyze it, because if it was what she thought it was... No. She would leave it alone and just shave his face.



She took her time as she swiped the razor down and rinsed it off. There was something truly erotic happening between her and Lucius, but at the same time, it was... therapeutic. Who would have thought Hermione Granger would be shaving Lucius Malfoy\'s face? A week ago, she would have called bollocks. Then, something that happened earlier today was brought forth to her mind.



"Why did you offer to split the money between Severus, Remus, and myself?" she asked as she rinsed off the razor and started on the other side of his face.



He raised an eyebrow and did not answer right away. Finally, he questioned in return, "What do you know of the settlement between my wife and I?"



"You mean, your ex-wife?" she asked before she could stop herself. She gasped, "I\'m sorry, Mr. Malfoy. I don\'t know why I just said that."



"It\'s perfectly fine," he told her. "You are correct, Miss Granger. She is my ex-wife."



She gave him an apologetic smile and continued, "I only know what Harry has told me. It was half, wasn\'t it? And an estate in Manchester, correct?"



"As well as one in Marseille in France and one in Venezia in Italy," he said.



"Lift your chin up," she instructed as she started to shave his neck and under his chin. "That\'s a lot of property for one person."



"I own even more, Miss Granger," he informed her.



"Of that, I have no doubt," she said. "But, I\'m still confused. Why us? And what does your ex have to do with it?"



"There is a clause in our divorce settlement," he told her. "Any money or property I gain from here on out, she gets half a share of it. Ouch!"



"I\'m sorry!" she said quickly as she reached for a napkin. She put the razor down and pressed the tissue to the wound. "I don\'t understand. How was she able to rob you so blindly?"



He glared at her for a moment. He hated getting cuts. But, then he relaxed. "Narcissa was never a Death Eater, Miss Granger. And I was one of the most supportive ones. Add to the fact that your friend, Mr. Potter, kept me from being sent to prison. I wasn\'t exactly the most well-liked person in the court room. Many people think it justice for what I\'ve done."



Her eyebrows furrowed. "But, you didn\'t do anything," she said, honestly. Seeing the blood had stifled, she lifted the razor again. "I don\'t care that you were a Death Eater. You never really did anything, Death Eater-ish, save break into the Ministry. I mean, you\'ve threatened lives, yes, but you didn\'t kill anyone. Harry proved that during the trial."



"Your compassion astounds me, Miss Granger," he said, though not really sarcastically. "In the eyes of most of the Wizengamot, what Mr. Potter proved, or didn\'t prove, does not really matter. Especially when Narcissa is viewed as a saint. She was a mother who was just trying to do what she could to save her son and her ill-fated husband. They would have given her everything I had were it not for her sudden conscience. She agreed to half of everything and not a penny more for as long as I live. The clause was added by her lawyer shortly after. And soon after that, she added her own clause stating that I still had to pay regardless of whether I, or she, remarry."



"What a bitch," Hermione growled. "So, you\'re giving the money to us because it would be useless to you. She\'d get all the winnings. At least, this way, you still win."



He nodded. "It doesn\'t help the fact that, just a few days ago, Narcissa announced her engagement to Blaise Zabini."



Thankfully, Hermione had the razor away from his face at that moment. "That was a low blow," she hissed.



She had never been one to feel sympathy for Lucius Malfoy. In fact, had she not just spent the last couple days with him, she would have believed he deserved it. A part of her still felt that way, but she squelched it.



"And then she has the audacity to report you and Draco missing?! I bet she knows exactly where you are and is laughing it up," she growled. "How could she do that to you? After all you\'ve been through together?"



He shrugged and leaned closer to her. "Very easily," he told her. "I\'d expect no less from a Slytherin."



His eyes were hooded as he glanced at her lips and then back into her eyes. The room seemed to charge again and Hermione was suddenly very aware of how close he was to her. The hairs on her arm stood on end. "Mr..."



She got no further as his lips pressed against hers. His hands, which she just realized had never left her waist, pulled her closer to him as he tried to deepen the kiss. She gasped, and he plunged into her mouth.



She was kissing Lucius Malfoy! This was insane! She should put a stop to it! Push him away! But, she found herself drawn into the kiss as she closed her eyes. A soft moan came from her throat and he growled in response. Lucius Malfoy actually growled!



He pulled her even closer to him and buried a hand into her hair. His other arm wrapped itself around her waist. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her feet locking with one another right above his buttocks.



As he trailed kissed down her throat, she let her head fall back, reveling in the feel of him. Her eyes opened slightly as he kissed her neck. He licked her earlobe and teased it lightly with his teeth.



"Not in the bathroom!" she gasped, suddenly.



He lifted his head and looked at her curiously. She panted. The look in her eyes told him that she did not want to stop. "Let\'s go elsewhere," she requested.



He nodded and picked her up. Kissing her again, he walked with her body wrapped around his. Her hands were threaded in his hair and he trialed more kisses down her throat.



He opened his eyes to see where he was going. He knew exactly where he wanted to go. Finding the right door, he pushed in open and walked inside. He used his foot to close the door behind him and heard a satisfied "click" of the lock.



Hermione couldn\'t be bothered with where they were. All she knew was he had found a couch and placed her upon it. Then, he was on top of her, kissing and touching. She was still a bit sore from yesterday\'s interaction with Severus and Draco, but she did not really care at that moment. No. Right now, Lucius had his hand on one of her breasts and his lips attached to another. His erection was pressed against her thigh and she wanted it inside of her.



"Lucius," she breathed between gasps.



He lifted his head and placed a feather-light kiss on her lips before going back to his feast of her breasts. He switched to her other breasts as his hand trailed down to her core. She cried out when he touched her there. She could feel him smile against her breast, though she did not care about what it meant. She\'ll think on it later. Right now, the feel of his fingers rubbing against her wet entrance was enough to send her into a full crazed mode. Her foot pressed against his back as she tried to draw him closer.



He lifted his head and stared at her as his fingers played at her entrance. "What is it you want, Miss Granger?" he asked.



She should feel dirty. She was underneath Lucius Malfoy. He was touching her everywhere. Instead, she whispered, "You."



He slipped a finger inside of her and slowly pumped it, curling it around her g-spot each time he did. She gasped and threw her head back. She pressed herself against his hand and he chuckled softly. But, she could tell it wasn\'t in humor. Or at least, not sadistic humor. He was enjoying himself.



"More, please," she begged. She lifted her head and kissed his lips.



Her nails scraped his shoulder as one of her hands snaked into his blond locks. She pulled his head down with her as she deepened the kiss. He took his finger out of her and placed his cock at her entrance.



He broke the kiss and stared down at her with his steely eyes. "Tell me what you want, Miss Granger," he commanded.



"Please," she whispered.



"Please, what?" he asked.



She rubbed herself against the head of his cock. "Enter me, please," she begged, looking at him imploringly.



He gave her a Malfoy smirk, what did that mean?, and plunged inside of her. They both groaned at the feel of him filling her. Yes, she was still sore, but, gods, he felt incredible there. Then, he started moving.



Later during that day, she would question the wisdom of having sex with Lucius Malfoy. She would wonder what the implications were for sleeping with a divorced man more than twice your age. And she would be in complete fear at the idea that she was to sleep between him and Severus later that night.



However, at the moment, she could care less. At the moment, all her concentration, all her thoughts, were centered on the feel of Lucius moving inside her. She looked up into his face and could see his eyes were closed. Why was that? Severus hadn\'t closed his eyes. Nor had Draco. But, Lucius\' eyes were shut tight.



Then, he opened them and she was nearly shocked by the steely lust that she saw in his gaze. She did not fully grasp what it meant, but as long as he kept moving inside her, she found it didn\'t matter.



He quickened his pace and Hermione winced a bit when her head hit the arm of the couch. Thankfully, Lucius caught this. He grabbed her waist and pulled them both further down the couch, away from offending couch arms. But, he did not stop moving inside her. And she was happy with that.



"Lucius," she whispered, closing her eyes half way, loving the feel of their bodies.



As their combined pleasures mounted, she found herself unable to think anymore. All she could do was feel. He held onto her waist and used it as leverage to pound even harder into her. He was practically sitting up now, her bottom half quite nearly in the air. She tried to prop herself up on her elbows, but found it to be quite difficult when he was moving so hard and fast. However, he did hit her g-spot quite a lot, so she wasn\'t complaining.



She gasped, cried out, and moaned as he pounded. Then, she cried out as she climaxed. Closing her eyes tightly, she was blinded for white stars. But, he didn\'t stop. He kept pounding into her. As she started to come down off her high, she opened her eyes and stared at him in amazement.



Where did he get the energy? Honestly, while she wouldn\'t exactly call him old, he was by no means young. And yet, he continued to... well,.. She realized what he was doing as she felt herself start to become excited again.



They weren\'t having sex. And, by no means was he making love to her. No. He was full out fucking her. That\'s what that smirk had meant. It had been his intention all along. She wondered briefly, very briefly, if he had really needed help with shaving at all, or if it had been just a ploy. It sounded like a very Slytherin thing to do.



She gasped as he leaned over her and continued to pound. Sweat was glistening his brow and chest. He kissed her lips and she could feel the wetness of them, again, from sweat. Then, she noticed that she was sweaty, too.



She reached up to push her hands into his hair and was amazed at the lack of tangles. How did he do that? She made a mental note, somewhere in the back of her mind, to ask him about it later.



"Come for me, my sweet Hermione," he growled as he continued with his ministrations.



She opened her eyes and saw the determined look on his face. Was it even possible? Could she come again? Yes, yes, she could. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt him move insistently.



Then, she climaxed again. This time, he came with her. Their voices shouted out in union. As he emptied his load inside of her, he pulled her close to him. He moved her around so that she could lay atop him on the couch. As he moved, his now sated cock slipped from her body and fell uselessly onto his thigh.



They lay on the couch for several minutes until Hermione chanced a glance around the room. She laughed out loud at the irony. Raising an eyebrow, he looked down at her. "What?" he asked.



"We\'re in the library," she laughed.



He smirked.



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Draco had a really bad taste in his mouth. He really didn\'t like the taste, either. He went to the bathroom and saw that there was quite a mess. The water was still running in the sink, too.



The blond wrinkled his nose in disgust. What sort of animal leaves the water running and a mess? He had an idea, but he wasn\'t going to point fingers.



He turned and left the bathroom, deciding to get something to eat instead. Perhaps that would get rid of the taste in his mouth.



He searched the refridge and grabbed an apple. He could hardly believe what he had just witnessed. The moment Lucius and Hermione closed the library door, the TV had clicked on.



Draco must be a glutton for punishment because he found he just could not turn away. He watched the entire thing.



It wasn\'t that his father was having sex that disgusted him. Watching his father have sex with Hermione Granger didn\'t disgust him much either. Well, it did, but that wasn\'t what gave him the bad taste in his mouth.



While he certainly could have lived without seeing those two fuck, the thing that bothered him the most was currently situated between his legs. He actually had a hard on. He enjoyed watching his father have sex. More importantly, he was actually upset that he couldn\'t have joined.



Disgusted with himself, he threw the apple into the sink. He couldn\'t eat. And now the boner was starting to hurt.



He should refuse to give it any attention at all. Stupid cock. He should not feel like this towards his father.



At first, he thought it was because of Granger. He did find her incredibly hot and he couldn\'t wait to have sex with her again. But then, he realized he hadn\'t been looking at Granger when his boner sprouted.



No. He had been looking at his father. Watching the expression of lust clearly written across Lucius\' face as he lost control. And then, the thought, it had been a small thought, crossed his mind that he wouldn\'t mind it so much if his father gave him that look.



And Mr. Cock decided he liked that idea!



Stupid cock.



But, as Draco sat at the table, rubbing it, he found he wasn\'t completely appalled by the idea. He should be. Very much so. But, he wasn\'t.



The idea of Lucius touching him very much intrigued him. He had heard of the man\'s exploits, though he never believed them until now. Was Lucius really the "sex god" many of the girls in his House had spoken of. Of course, they wouldn\'t know personally. Lucius was no pedophile. But, they had heard stories from their mothers about Lucius and expected Draco to follow in his footsteps. Course, Draco did not disappoint. Draco couldn\'t count the number of girls he had been with thanks to his father.



Draco rubbed his cock more forcefully. He knew he shouldn\'t, but at the same time, he also knew blue balls were quite painful. So, he sat in his chair at the dining table and continued to rub himself, all the while thinking of Lucius.



What kind of son was he? What sort of boy fantasizes about his father while wanking? He was a sick bastard, that much was for sure. Probably got it from his mother\'s side. His Aunt Bella was always sticking her hands in men\'s trousers that she shouldn\'t.



Well, no. He couldn\'t say that. Bellatrix was a lot of things, but a whore wasn\'t one of them. Her main priority was pleasing the Dark Lord. In. Every. Way. Possible.



He was happy he blew his load before thoughts of the Dark Lord could predominate his mind. That would have been a huge buzz kill.



As he came off his high, realization of what he just did hit him. He just wanked off to his father.



As he cleaned up his mess, he became even more disgusted with himself.

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Author\'s Note: Two chapters in two days, Tassana? Wow! I\'m so proud of myself. Don\'t everyone get used to this, though. I don\'t know when my next chapter will be, as I\'m going through a move currently.