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Chapter Ten
Hello! I hope everyone out there is doing well. I don't want to go on and on about reviewing, least I sound like a PBS fund drive. But honestly, I could use the feedback. And the money now that I think of it, but none of us write fanfiction for that purpose. Though Lordy knows I wish I could say as much.
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Chapter Ten
Lucius Malfoy stared out of the garden window, as if hunting for answers to the one question Hermione had asked so far. Trouble came with the fact all she asked was how he was doing. She walked over until she was standing next to him, looking out as well.
“Lovely garden,” she murmured. “Have you found what you wanted to say out there yet?”
He gritted his teeth for a moment. “I do believe I shall floo my solicitors. I will not put up with this harassment…”
“Then you haven’t heard yet, I suppose?” When he looked to her blankly, she went on, “Blaise Zabini was attacked and beaten rather thoroughly after leaving from speaking to you.”
“And you think that I…” She shook her head slowly to the negative. Lucius turned to Sirius. “Then why are you here?”
“We need to know what you two spoke about,” Sirius stated. “Blaise’s jaw was shattered. And while he’s healing, he can’t speak. That being the case this only leaves you to answer any questions we have about that meeting.”
“Then have him write…” Hermione snorted, drawing Malfoy’s attention to her. “What haven’t you said?”
“He isn’t awake. The healers had to spell him into a coma to induce healing. Some of the damage he sustained was spell related. That being the case, he can’t just take a potion to make it go away. That means he needs time and rest.” Hermione sighed heavily. “They don’t know if he’ll survive, even with all they’re doing.”
Lucius was silent a moment. “I’m sorry to hear that. What do you wish to know?”
“What do you know about Machiavelli’s Plume?” Hermione inquired.
“Other than myth and rumor, you mean?” Lucius walked over to the bar, pouring himself a drink. “My father told me a story when I was young.” He took a sip of his fire whiskey, looking to her intently. “When my father was in school, he was an associate of the Dark Lord. That’s when they discovered about the Plume in the first place. My father said that they tried to investigate it. They even went as far as trying to hunt down Marcus Delacour, whose family was said to be the keeper of the artifact. Once they found him, they threatened him, his family, anyone they could think of to make him speak.” He shook his head. “They never found out anything. All they could get out of him was that they were looking at the wrong history, whatever that meant.”
“And that’s all you spoke about?” Sirius asked, going to stand next to Hermione.
“That was about it. I told the young wizard that I would contact him if I thought of anything else.” He stood up slightly straighter as he added, “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a life I wish to live without the benefit of you being a part of it.”
“Believe me when I say, the feeling is absolutely mutual,” Hermione drawled. “Good day...” She cleared her throat adding dryly, “Sir.”
Once they were out of the manor house, Sirius asked, “What now?”
“Now,” she muttered mostly to herself. “We visit a library.”
***
When Hermione had said that they were going to a library, Sirius had thought that they would go to the wizarding library in London or at the very least over to Hogwarts. He looked around to the muggles staring at him oddly as he stood next to Hermione who was pulling out history books as if they were going out of style and knew that this wasn’t what he had been expecting at all.
“Why are they staring at me?” he asked her.
“Who?” she inquired, still paying more attention to the books than the man.
“Them!” Hermione looked over to the people who were doing the staring with a hard glare that had them hiding within their books once again.
“Because they were clearly born without manners,” she told him. “This is a good start. Let’s see if we can get one of the private study rooms to go over the material and I can catch you up with what I’m thinking.”
It was just their luck that they were able to get the last available study room. Hermione locked and warded it careful to make certain no one saw her do so. Next she set out the books at the large table as she went on to tell him what was going through her head.
“It came to mind that the reason why Mr. Delacour said what he did is because they were looking into the wrong line of history.” She handed him a book.
“You mean to say that they should have looked into muggle history rather than wizarding history?” he murmured as he looked at the cover of the book she handed him. “But why muggle history. For all we know we should be looking into goblin history.”
Smiling she said, “Given the way Professor Binns teaches wizarding history, which includes goblin history thanks to that war we had with them, do you honestly think any stone there would be left unturned leaving anyone who went through that class of his untutored in the subject?”
“Good point,” he replied, still looking at the cover of the book “So why get the books you did and what’s WWII anyway?” He waved the book. “I’ve never heard of such.”
“That’s World War II,” she explained, receiving a blank stare. Leaning back in her chair, she sighed, “This is going to be tougher than I thought.”
***
Once they arrived back to Sirius’s home, Hermione went straight upstairs to take a long soak in the tub. She had to give him a basic muggle world history spanning for more years than either of them cared to think about. Sirius ended up pouring himself a drink, wishing that she saw him as the womanizing ass everyone else thought he was if only to spare himself the history lessons.
But that, he thought as he walked slowly up the stairs to his room, wasn’t to be. Stopping just short of the bathroom door, he allowed his eyes to fall shut as he inhaled deeply. The spicy scent of cinnamon mixed with orange and lavender filled his senses as the steam from her bath drifted from underneath the door. He nearly groaned out loud as he could practically picture her in the hot water, soaking in the bubbles and essential oils. His hand went to the old wood of the door, as he allowed his head to drop to the surface of it. Sirius could nearly see her curvaceous body reclined with her eyes covered with a hot wet towel. What he wouldn’t give to be able to walk in, strip and slide into the bath and her warm willing body.
He made himself move away from the door and go straight over to his own room. Once there, he set his drink down and quickly did away with his pants. Lying down, Sirius closed his eyes even as his hand went around his straining cock. He used the drooling precum as well as spit to lubricate as he began to stroke himself to the images in his mind of Hermione licking and sucking his cock. Having been without for longer than he wanted to think about, Sirius came hard only seconds later. Panting he lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling.
Bill didn’t deserve her. Maybe he didn’t either, the dark wizard thought even as he sat up and took his drink in hand again. He had to let her know. But what was he going to do to prove it to the stubborn, smart witch that was taking up his every fantasy that her lover wasn’t the man she thought he was?
***
Okay, I have to admit that was a first for me. I felt it was necessary to write a male masturbation scene to show how Sirius felt towards Hermione. But at the same time, I didn't feel, well, comfortable doing so. If you have any tips or ideas on how to write that kind of scene better in the future, please by all means, tell me--LET ME KNOW!!! Thanks.
It's time for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "American Waste" by Black Flag. Chocolate dipped shortbread cookies and coffee (be careful, it's hot!) go out to Jennifer (no shock there) for getting the answer right. The fixings for the coffee are on the way as well, Jennifer, not to worry. If I missed you (I doubt it, as Jennifer was the only one to review this chapter or the last one), I'm sorry.
Since I've been receiving such a poor review turnout for this story, I've come to the conclusion that I will be discontinuing the Review Sing-A-Long until further notice. Thanks to all those who have played so far. Special thanks goes out to Jennifer, who kicks ass at this game. Hope everyone has a great weekend.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Chapter Ten
Lucius Malfoy stared out of the garden window, as if hunting for answers to the one question Hermione had asked so far. Trouble came with the fact all she asked was how he was doing. She walked over until she was standing next to him, looking out as well.
“Lovely garden,” she murmured. “Have you found what you wanted to say out there yet?”
He gritted his teeth for a moment. “I do believe I shall floo my solicitors. I will not put up with this harassment…”
“Then you haven’t heard yet, I suppose?” When he looked to her blankly, she went on, “Blaise Zabini was attacked and beaten rather thoroughly after leaving from speaking to you.”
“And you think that I…” She shook her head slowly to the negative. Lucius turned to Sirius. “Then why are you here?”
“We need to know what you two spoke about,” Sirius stated. “Blaise’s jaw was shattered. And while he’s healing, he can’t speak. That being the case this only leaves you to answer any questions we have about that meeting.”
“Then have him write…” Hermione snorted, drawing Malfoy’s attention to her. “What haven’t you said?”
“He isn’t awake. The healers had to spell him into a coma to induce healing. Some of the damage he sustained was spell related. That being the case, he can’t just take a potion to make it go away. That means he needs time and rest.” Hermione sighed heavily. “They don’t know if he’ll survive, even with all they’re doing.”
Lucius was silent a moment. “I’m sorry to hear that. What do you wish to know?”
“What do you know about Machiavelli’s Plume?” Hermione inquired.
“Other than myth and rumor, you mean?” Lucius walked over to the bar, pouring himself a drink. “My father told me a story when I was young.” He took a sip of his fire whiskey, looking to her intently. “When my father was in school, he was an associate of the Dark Lord. That’s when they discovered about the Plume in the first place. My father said that they tried to investigate it. They even went as far as trying to hunt down Marcus Delacour, whose family was said to be the keeper of the artifact. Once they found him, they threatened him, his family, anyone they could think of to make him speak.” He shook his head. “They never found out anything. All they could get out of him was that they were looking at the wrong history, whatever that meant.”
“And that’s all you spoke about?” Sirius asked, going to stand next to Hermione.
“That was about it. I told the young wizard that I would contact him if I thought of anything else.” He stood up slightly straighter as he added, “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a life I wish to live without the benefit of you being a part of it.”
“Believe me when I say, the feeling is absolutely mutual,” Hermione drawled. “Good day...” She cleared her throat adding dryly, “Sir.”
Once they were out of the manor house, Sirius asked, “What now?”
“Now,” she muttered mostly to herself. “We visit a library.”
***
When Hermione had said that they were going to a library, Sirius had thought that they would go to the wizarding library in London or at the very least over to Hogwarts. He looked around to the muggles staring at him oddly as he stood next to Hermione who was pulling out history books as if they were going out of style and knew that this wasn’t what he had been expecting at all.
“Why are they staring at me?” he asked her.
“Who?” she inquired, still paying more attention to the books than the man.
“Them!” Hermione looked over to the people who were doing the staring with a hard glare that had them hiding within their books once again.
“Because they were clearly born without manners,” she told him. “This is a good start. Let’s see if we can get one of the private study rooms to go over the material and I can catch you up with what I’m thinking.”
It was just their luck that they were able to get the last available study room. Hermione locked and warded it careful to make certain no one saw her do so. Next she set out the books at the large table as she went on to tell him what was going through her head.
“It came to mind that the reason why Mr. Delacour said what he did is because they were looking into the wrong line of history.” She handed him a book.
“You mean to say that they should have looked into muggle history rather than wizarding history?” he murmured as he looked at the cover of the book she handed him. “But why muggle history. For all we know we should be looking into goblin history.”
Smiling she said, “Given the way Professor Binns teaches wizarding history, which includes goblin history thanks to that war we had with them, do you honestly think any stone there would be left unturned leaving anyone who went through that class of his untutored in the subject?”
“Good point,” he replied, still looking at the cover of the book “So why get the books you did and what’s WWII anyway?” He waved the book. “I’ve never heard of such.”
“That’s World War II,” she explained, receiving a blank stare. Leaning back in her chair, she sighed, “This is going to be tougher than I thought.”
***
Once they arrived back to Sirius’s home, Hermione went straight upstairs to take a long soak in the tub. She had to give him a basic muggle world history spanning for more years than either of them cared to think about. Sirius ended up pouring himself a drink, wishing that she saw him as the womanizing ass everyone else thought he was if only to spare himself the history lessons.
But that, he thought as he walked slowly up the stairs to his room, wasn’t to be. Stopping just short of the bathroom door, he allowed his eyes to fall shut as he inhaled deeply. The spicy scent of cinnamon mixed with orange and lavender filled his senses as the steam from her bath drifted from underneath the door. He nearly groaned out loud as he could practically picture her in the hot water, soaking in the bubbles and essential oils. His hand went to the old wood of the door, as he allowed his head to drop to the surface of it. Sirius could nearly see her curvaceous body reclined with her eyes covered with a hot wet towel. What he wouldn’t give to be able to walk in, strip and slide into the bath and her warm willing body.
He made himself move away from the door and go straight over to his own room. Once there, he set his drink down and quickly did away with his pants. Lying down, Sirius closed his eyes even as his hand went around his straining cock. He used the drooling precum as well as spit to lubricate as he began to stroke himself to the images in his mind of Hermione licking and sucking his cock. Having been without for longer than he wanted to think about, Sirius came hard only seconds later. Panting he lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling.
Bill didn’t deserve her. Maybe he didn’t either, the dark wizard thought even as he sat up and took his drink in hand again. He had to let her know. But what was he going to do to prove it to the stubborn, smart witch that was taking up his every fantasy that her lover wasn’t the man she thought he was?
***
Okay, I have to admit that was a first for me. I felt it was necessary to write a male masturbation scene to show how Sirius felt towards Hermione. But at the same time, I didn't feel, well, comfortable doing so. If you have any tips or ideas on how to write that kind of scene better in the future, please by all means, tell me--LET ME KNOW!!! Thanks.
It's time for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "American Waste" by Black Flag. Chocolate dipped shortbread cookies and coffee (be careful, it's hot!) go out to Jennifer (no shock there) for getting the answer right. The fixings for the coffee are on the way as well, Jennifer, not to worry. If I missed you (I doubt it, as Jennifer was the only one to review this chapter or the last one), I'm sorry.
Since I've been receiving such a poor review turnout for this story, I've come to the conclusion that I will be discontinuing the Review Sing-A-Long until further notice. Thanks to all those who have played so far. Special thanks goes out to Jennifer, who kicks ass at this game. Hope everyone has a great weekend.