A love like Tinted Glass

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((Authors note: Okay so.... Basically... I have the greatest reviewers ever. Thank you guys SO much for welcoming me back. I'm sorry for being gone for so long. I know we're all eager to get on to the next chapter, but I want to take a moment and respond to some reviews. Hang tight!

Yavanaa: Thanks for joining in and reading along! I'm glad you like it.

Cullens_Pet: Thanks dear! I'm glad you stuck around. I always hate it when stories I love get dropped so I'm trying really hard to finish this one. I have a feeling it might be pretty epic. But... I think it's time for some smut. It was a silly question, wasn't it?

Dawn: I really appreciate your review. Your words are so encouraging to me, and I'm glad to hear the details about what I'm doing right. I was really striving to do something in this genre in a style of fic's that I like, but with a twist that's a little harder to predict, and harder to navigate through. I really want to challenge Hermione, and the relationship that I'm building between her and the Malfoys. Thank you for reading, and I hope to hear more from you in the future.

Angeles: I missed you and your reviews! Thank you! I hope this chapter sates you for a while. I still haven't gotten Lucius into a bottle yet. But I'll work on it!

Voracious Reader: You as well! I'm glad to see you've stuck around! I'm very thankful that you've branched off from your otp to read my drabble here. I'll do my best not to disappoint. Hermione is a strong witch, and it takes a lot to keep her down. She isn't a wish-washy waif and isn't one to play the victim, so I'm really throwing my all at her. Ginny is just a mercy gift, and I'd realized when I wrote the last chapter that I hadn't used her nearly enough. Glad for your approval! I look forward to hearing from you hopefully after this next chapter!

Hope: You bring up a few very valid points, but I would firstly like to point out that Hermione was not calling Ronald a bigot. She was calling Seamus a bigot. And the definition of bigot is any person that discriminates against another person for any characteristic that one may possess, whether it be sex, race, appearance, religion, etc. So the idea that Hermione was trying to get across to Seamus was that he was being just as bad as the Death Eaters who are the epitome of a bigot. I am not saying that Lucius is not a bad man. I'm also not saying that he hasn't broken the law. In this particular instance, Lucius Malfoy has not been tried and found guilty with any plausible evidence in a court of law to have committed a crime. In any judicial system, one is innocent until proven guilty, and that is the basis for that statement. I appreciate you vocalizing your concerns, but I had hoped that all of this was obvious from the text. Thank you for reading, and I hope this clears up that issue for you.

**Last minute edit since she reviewed just as I posted**
Christi: Hahahaha I'm really really glad you enjoy it! I hope this chapter came quick enough for you XD! Also, I think you'll be satisfied with the amount of Draco smut here!

OKAY! Enough of that. How about we get to some smut?? ENJOY!))

Chapter 10: Infectious....

“...Draco.... “ Lucius sighed as though the very name was a burden to him, looking at his son. The creature that his son had become, paced by the heavy blackness in the sky where the moon usually glowed bright. It had been a later night for the new DADA professor than he would have preferred, but McGonagall, the damned shrew, had insisted that he attend the late night staff meeting. It was well past curfew when he finally managed to slip up into the Head's tower, and further more, into his son's room. It was the peak night of the New Moon, and though Draco would have most likely slept the morning and afternoon away, as evening set the teen was uncontrollable. Or he would have been, had Lucius not had the fore-thought to bind his son to the bed, with a particular set of ropes he'd purchased from one shady store in Knockturn Alley.

Even as he slowly divested his gloves, and cloak, propping his cane beside a chair, Lucius kept his eyes focused on his only child. The heir to his fortune and lively hood. His flaxen-haired son who currently writhed atop the mattress as though he were in pain. It seemed that Draco had long since kicked the coverings from his lithe young body, so as Lucius forced himself into a mindset where he could take care of this issue, he was voyeur to the undulating, and very naked, show before him. Already, thanks to his condition, Draco was aroused, his hips rolling upward every so often as though seeking relief from his torment.

Despite the circumstance, Lucius could not deny that his son was beautiful, even in such a state. Regardless of the lack of a moon in the sky, Draco's skin was cast a silver-blue that was nearly hypnotic, in the way it's iridescent hue's fluctuated with his movements. It was Quidditch and good breeding, though, that had lent it's hand to the advanced development of the young Malfoy's musculature. Just like his father, but younger, he was toned, and fit, and with every movement, the ripple and shift of the subtly pronounced tone was seen. A perfect display of male virility, accompanied by the desperate appearance of the teen turgid arousal. In many ways, the two Malfoy's were alike. And physically there was little exception. Stripped now to his own skin, Lucius felt though, that he paled in comparison to the radiance that his son had acquired.

Lucius was a bit taller, a little broader than his lithe son. And his hair obviously was longer and a much more distinguished shade of platinum. His jaw was a bit stronger, Draco having inherited a much more angular chin from his mother. The elder Malfoys cock, while a bit longer than his sons, was just a tad thinner than the teens wider, stout length. Together, and apart, they were intimidating to behold.

“What will I do with you, boy?” Lucius drawled. He found that speaking like the situation was normal made it easier for him. Had circumstance not arisen to place them in such positions, Lucius Malfoy would never have touched his child like this. He would never have broken the Father-Son relationship they had upheld so well over the years to tread into such dangerous waters. But... This was his fault. And he would never be able to make it up to Draco. So all that he could do, was to ease the pain of it.

Receiving a whimpering growl in response to his question, Lucius watched as Draco snapped his head up, hauling his upper body up just as much as the bindings on his wrists would allow to glare at his father. Tonight was different from the few nights leading up to this moment. Before, Draco had been subject to an animal mindset, vacant and desperate without consciousness. But there was a clarity in his eyes tonight. A clearness that only the New Moon brought to him.

“Untie me!” He demanded. The tone of his voice was even more pleasing to behold. Sighing, Lucius shook his head, and resisted the unexplainable draw that he felt to obey the demands of his son.

“You know that I cannot, Draco. This is not the first New Moon we've suffered together. You will remain tied, and I will drain you of this ungodly need you feel.” Lucius had come up along the side of the bed, looking Draco over as he tried to decide just exactly where to begin........

It was around midnight, when Hermione found herself no longer sleeping, but instead staring at the canopy of her bed. Blinking in surprise, the Head Girl winced, and lowered a hand to her abdomen. She had to pee. When she'd finally returned to her dorm, and locked herself in her room for the night, she'd been too afraid to use the restroom before bed. Sighing, the witch looked at her clock and rolled her eyes at the time. With a heave and a stagger, Hermione got out of bed and hobbled to the bathroom, knocking almost tentatively before letting herself in. It was a sigh of relief that fell from her lips when she found the bathroom empty. Completely devoid of naked Malfoys. Rushing to the loo, she went about her business, relaxing almost immediately. It wasn't until she'd flushed, and gone to the sink to wash her hands that she finally heard it.

Moaning.

From Draco's room.

It sounded like Draco and.... Shivering, Hermione shut off the tap and dried her hands, frowning as she walked closer to the door, her ear straining to hear better.

“Hnnn.....” Jerking back from the door, the young witches eyes widened drastically. That had, with out a doubt, been Lucius Malfoy's voice. Hurrying away from the door, Hermione took a few deep breaths as she tried to rationalize what she'd heard.

“M-Maybe one of them is ill...” She finally settled on, immediately deciding to believe that, rather than the more nefarious options. Stalking back over to the door, she sucked in a great breath, sealing it into her lungs as though it might keep her upright, and raised a hand to knock on the door. Her knuckles faltered just a centimeter away when she heard yet another moan, followed by a harder to swallow sound.

“FUCK!” That had been Lucius's voice again, and he didn't sound very ill. Neither did he sound as though he were in pain. It sounded as though... Well... As though he were in pleasure. Shuddering, Hermione felt a heat of a blush rise to her cheeks. She couldn't do this! It was OBVIOUS what was going on, but she was caught in the middle of a moral battle inside of herself.

“Oh bugger...” She gasped finally, her lungs deflating with the breath she'd held. Just as she was about to retract her hand, the door swung open and once again, she was a deer caught in the headlights.

Initially, her eyes were centered on a smooth, sweat soaked chest. Swallowing hard, and feeling the color drain from her cheeks, she glanced downward first, only to release a panicked squeak, her hand clamping over her mouth, and her eyes squeezing shut, tightly. She had just gotten a very clear, very very clear, view of a perfectly erect, red tinged, twitching, cock. And she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to know if it had been Draco's, or Lucius. But that decision wasn't up to her, it seemed. The moment that seemed like it would last an eternity came to a crashing close when the eldest Malfoy's voice rang across the bedroom to where she stood.

“Draco.... Step away from the girl and get back in here....” There was a level of defense and panic in the Professors voice that made Hermiones stomach drop.

“That would be rude, father. She was just about to knock, anyway.”

Draco's voice was eerily calm, and smooth. The sound of it immediately opened Hermiones tawny gaze, and drew her eyes up to meet the glacial blue orbs of the one person she'd considered her person enemy for the last many years. And what she saw had her entranced almost immediately. There was something very different about Draco. And she couldn't look away because of it. Something in the dark glow that he seemed to emanate, the chillingly warm draw of his eyes, the lazy smirk across his lips that she swore she could practically taste on her own in flesh-memory...

The way his hair fell lazily around his face was sinful, and the aura that rolled off of him in paralyzing waves had Hermione caught, rooted to the spot. Like a mouse hypnotized by a snake ready to strike. She was weightless, and disoriented, but all at once eternally focused on this creature.

“I can smell it... She's aroused.... How very naughty, Hermione....” Draco taunted. And even though she knew that she was blushing in response, she could hardly feel the heat rise to her cheeks. Her doe eyes were wide and focused on Draco.

“Draco, stop this right now and come back here. I don't even know how you got unt-”

“She wants to be touched.... By both of us.” Draco interrupted. Lucius' voice had almost become the anchor that Hermione's mind needed to claw her way from the trance she'd been put in, but the younger Malfoy had interjected before she could break to ice, and get to freedom. “I can see the things she desires most, father. She might not even realize she wants them yet, but she's thought about the taste of your cock, and mine, how it would feel to be filled by either of us.... This little virgin here has quite a dirty mind.” Some deep part of Hermione's mind new she should object, deny, and run away, but she couldn't control a single part of her body. A body which she could feel growing hotter the longer she looked at Draco.

“Well, Hermione? Won't you come in and join us?” Draco asked smoothly. When he reached forward and gently grasped the flesh of her bare upper arm, Hermione felt almost as though his hot skin had scalded her, until she finally became startlingly aware of her own body. Until a second ago, she'd felt sweltering hot, but when Draco's hand woke up the nerve-endings in her skin, she realized it was her insides that were molten, and boiling. But thanks to her thin white panties, and black tank top she'd worn to bed, not expecting this altercation, her skin was freezing cold. Staggering into the room like a new born sheep unsure of her own legs, Hermione finally had control of her mind, thanks to the split second that Draco's eyes averted from hers. Looking at Lucius instead, she realized she must have looked frightened, from the look of pity that was on the mans face. A man, who she realized was just as naked as his son. And from the way that the bed was rumpled, and covered in a few questionable stains... She knew her suspicions had been correct. Lucius and Draco Malfoy were having sex. Together.

Feeling faint, Hermione couldn't bring herself to run. Not with Draco's warm, enticing hand still holding onto her arm gently. She wasn't sure when his touch had gone from scalding to soft and welcomed, but she found herself almost leaning into him. “See, Father? If only you could see the things she wants me to do to her...” He sighed softly, catching Hermione in his gaze once again. His breath was like warm, sweet cinnamon, making her eyes droop as she felt a warm blanket of comfort and arousal fall over her. She felt as though she'd been swept off her feet, and she was oblivious to the fact that she had been. Quite literally.

Handling her like she was a blanket, Draco lifted her with ease, laying her out on the bed and crawling up beside her, his hand sliding to her waist, where her tank top had ridden up to expose the soft curve of her midriff.

“Draco! Stop right now! You can't just rape this girl!” Lucius demanded once more. “Malfoys are above such depravity!” Snapping his head up to look at his father fiercely, the young mans touch maintained the lull he'd lowered Hermione into as he cast the same spell over his father.

“It's only rape if she doesn't want it. And trust me, she wants it. She's soaked. If you behave, I may let you have a bit of her as well.” He replied smoothly. Lucius fought against the enticing gaze.

“Will she still want it in the morning when you're back to normal?” He posed, his voice wavering against the strength of this sexual being. Draco's smirk was slow building, and devastating.

“If I do my job right, tonight, then yes. She'll want it for the rest of her life.” He purred. The erotic tone of the younger blonds voice was enough to quiet and contain his father, the older man sinking to sit on the edge of the bed, watching the young witch below Draco in defeat.

Returning his attention to the muggle-born witch under his hand, Draco lowered his head, blond hair falling in almost a curtain around there faces. It really had grown quite long. Taking in her scent, Draco's plush lips slid over hers once, and only after she leaned to seek the touch of them again did he catch her mouth in a commanding, deep search of tongue and teeth. His pearly whites tugged hungrily at her pink lips. Under his expert ministrations, her mouth was rendered pink and swollen by the time he'd drawn away. Her eyes were closed lightly, those very same lips parted as she took in a few hitched breaths.

Smirking to himself, Draco's mouth found new perch, along her jawline, brushing along her hyper-sensitive skin. At the hard edge of her jaw, the teen's tongue flicked out, teasing at her earlobe before he nipped at her neck firmly, drawing a gasp and a slight arch of her spine from the head girl. She was growing hotter and hotter inside, until all that filled her mind was a need for relief. Something to quench the growing fire inside of her. Drawing her hands up over her head, Draco resting them there and shifted to straddle his long time rivals hips, letting his fingertips drag lazily down the length of her limbs. His touch was brief when his hands slipped over her clothed chest, lingering just long enough to feel her hardened nipples. Even though he protested the situation, Lucius felt his loins stir anew at the sight before him. Granger was much more receptive than he'd thought she could be, even in his most private fantasies that he'd formulated. Lucius tried to tell himself that it was just because of the state that Draco was in, though, and resigned to watching with quiet, but hungry eyes. He'd never admit that this was something he, of his own volition, was enjoying watching.

Tracing his fingers along the bunched hem of Hermiones top, Draco lavished in the way that the slender waist beneath his grasp raised from the bed, to seek more of him. Without waiting for any more sign to continue, the Slytherin pushed the cotton fabric up, revealing more and more of the pale white skin. He didn't pause until the fabric was gathered well over Hermiones head, almost binding her hands together there. In the stark starlight leaking in through the high-paned windows her skin was electric and silken, a creamy white that would have made Draco salivate even if he were acting normally.

Tracing his slightly calloused fingertips along the exaggerated curve of the girls full breasts, Draco almost sighed in pleasure. He was having no problem taking his time now. Even as his thumbs caught over the wrinkled, dusty pink buds at the peaks of Hermiones chest. She was at the very least a high C-Cup, and Draco was pleased at the way they filled his hands when he splayed his fingers over them and squeezed. Feeling the hardness of her nipples against his palms, the young Malfoy growled lightly, his hips thrusting a little, to grind his hard, and weeping length along her navel. A thick trail of pre-cum was left in his wake, but Draco refused to rush himself, instead focusing on the task at hand.

Tweaking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, Draco watched Hermiones reactions as though he were memorizing her movements. Even Lucius let out a soft hum of approval when she called out softly at the rougher touch, arching again as a shiver shot through her spine, no doubt straight to her sex, which even the elder Malfoy could sense was drenched in her own juices.

“Feel her skin, father. It's like the finest cream.” Draco breathed in his melodic voice, a single hand leaving the young woman’s chest to grab Lucius' hand, and bring it over to take his place. The new Professor had hesitated until his masculine hand finally slid onto her skin. The delicate way she quivered under his touch was enough to shatter his resolution to keep out of this. She felt delicious. How could a mudblood be this desirable? Shifting on the bed to kneel above her head, Lucius took over Draco's insistent touches, discovering all the small spots on her skin that made her gasp, and blush deeper. Even if he didn't get to touch another part of her, Malfoy Senior would be perfectly content with the evening.

Draco was not so easily sated. While his father worked over the girls chest, Draco shifted down further, and pressed a tender kiss to her navel. Followed by the drag of his tongue, catching up the bittersweet trail of his essence that he'd left on her skin. Her hips jerked in reply to the touch, and with a curious eyebrow raised, Draco dipped his tongue into Hermiones bellybutton, and licked up a few inched. The groan of pleasure, and automatic reaction that had her hips pressing up to him was a pleasant surprise to him, and caused him to repeat the tease many more times, while he allowed his hands to wander.

Warmly, Draco slid his palms down her wide hips, and along her surprisingly firm, yet soft thighs, and then back up, where he dipped his fingertips under the waistband that held her prim white underwear on her body. Trailing kisses down from her naval to press insistently over her thinly veiled mound, Draco breathed in deep, to take in her scent. She was intoxicating, and the energy she was radiating had him feeling high. Letting his tongue dip out and press into the already damp fabric, getting a diluted taste of her, the Slytherin suddenly felt ravenous. His teeth nipped lightly at her labia through the fabric, and he tried, in vain, to taste her better this way. Between Draco and Lucius, Hermione was floating, and gasping, moaning loudly and writhing in pleasure. Her hands were gripping firmly onto the elder Malfoy's muscle-bound thighs to anchor herself there, and her own legs were trembling and spread wide for the younger man.

(Yes, I'm leaving it here. Because I want reviews. I want y’all to let me know just how far you'd like to see them go in this session. Talk to me and maybe I'll have a new chapter posted later this evening!))