The legacy of the Diary

Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan

Chapter 11 – Lucius Oil

Hermione felt the agile fingers of Severus Snape unhooking her bra, and she slipped the straps down her arms, pulled the bra from underneath her and shivered as she felt the velvet bedspread against her nipples. She felt the nipples rise and a familiar moistness immediately swell between her legs. Face down on the bed, she jumped as she felt the hands once again, this time each side of her buttocks, pulling down the white underwear, slowly, slowly over hips, thighs, knees, calves, feet and finally tossing the fabric casually onto the floor. He was trying to seduce her again, and she had to admit, it was working.

She smiled, nuzzling her face into the soft bed, the slight chill in the room making her exposed skin tingle and heightening the sense of arousal and expectation. She listened, as carefully, Severus poured the oil into his hand, his breathing soft and even, she could almost picture the look of concentration on his face as he replaced the stopper fastidiously. He spread the oil to the other palm now, warming it gently before placing a hand over each shoulder blade.

Here jue jumped as his hands made contact, she loved that feeling ot qut quite knowing where he was and what he was doing that was brought on by not being able to see him, her head buried in the pillow she was holding. From her shoulder blades, his hands ran synchronously up and outwards to each shoulder then downwards into the small of her back, brushing her buttocks. The feeling was electrifying and at the same time intensely relaxing. She could feel him kneeling at her side, his hot breath on her back, their breathing in time with one another.

Suddenly, a vision hit her, like a bolt of lightning illuminating a darkened room on a stormy night. It was as though she were on the ceiling, looking down on her own body, lying on the bed below. A wizard was poised over her, hands on her back, but the wizard’s hair was not black, it was long and white-blonde. He was naked and at the base of his spine where two perfect muscular mounds met, two snakes intertwined themselves in a small black Celtic tattoo.

The vision left her as quickly as it had come and she was once more, eyes closed, face into the soft velvet and lace pillow. Hermione decided she must have just been imagining things, after all the massage was incredibly relaxing. She buried her face further, moaning softly as the swift hands continued to squeeze and pummel her back and buttocks, moving down each thigh in turn. Shivers went through her as he teased the back of each knee then rose again, his hands sweeping dangerously close between her legs. She didn’t want him to know how aroused he had made her so quickly.

She felt hair brushing against her as he bent to pick up the bottle for more oil. Ah, that flowing blonde hair! Her sex throbbed with desire and anticipation. No! Wait! Black hair? – what was she thinking?
Hands re-oiled, he returned to her glistening body. As he came into contact with her shoulders and neck, another, more powerful vision flashed again. This time she seemed to be simultaneously enjoying the sensations in her own body but able to watch from outside herself.

A blonde wizard was straddling her; his hands still holding her shoulders, the oil making him slip over her effortlessly. He now had a knee on either side of her thighs and she could feel his erect penis pushing against her as he lay forward, his chest on her back. His oiled hands continued to caress her shoulders and neck, kneading and stroking. This time she decided to stay with the vision – though she wasn’t sure she was being given a choice. She felt woozy, the combination of the powerful scent, not fully understanding what was going on behind her, and the feel of the dextrous thumbs, pushing up her spine at the back of her neck, firing pleasure receptors.

She descended into her body, fully feeling the hot body on top of her and began to pant involuntarily as the hands moved down her arms, slipping between the bed and her body to fondle her breasts. She let out a groan of pleasure and one hand immediately withdrew, as he lifted his body a little to make room for his arm, his hand sliding its way down her back, over her buttocks then continuing down between her legs. She arched her back automatically, craving his touch. His hand found the slick flesh and slid a finger into her, making her gasp. The finger withdrew then another joined it, turning her gasps into groans.

She could feel him rhythmically start to rotate his hips, manoeuvring himself so that the tip of his cock pushed against her from behind. She let out a little strangled moan of frustration, she wanted him so much. Her knuckles tightened on the pillow she grasped, now above her head, and his hand withdrew, she could sense his eagerness. His hands slid once again around her body, back to her breasts, but not stopping for long. The hands worked their way down her body, past her abdomen and onto her hips.

A hand under each side of her hips, he effortlessly lifted her. She clutched the pillow even harder, her breasts and arms bearing her weight as her rear quarters lifted high and exposed in the air were suddenly slapped. She gasped but at the same time pushed herself upwards to receive a second slap on the other cheek, before she felt the smooth, manicured hands caressing the twin mounds, now beginning to glow. Again, eagerness, but it was hard to tell whether it was his or hers. The result was the same – his hands returned to hold her hips and he jerked the hips back as he thrust forward, the long, hard erection filling her completely. His thrusts were forceful and animal, powered not just by his own body but also by the strong hands holding and guiding her hips. It felt wild and brutal, she could feel him pushing deeper, deeper inside her, harder with every plunge. Oh yes, this is what she wanted, what she craved, she had to tell him, to scream it.

“Yes, Lucius, please don’t stop…”

The illusion shattered like a mirror, into a million shards. As she cried out it was as though she had woken herself from a daydream. The raginondeonde was gone. She raised her head to see Severus kneeling beside her – his hands innocently on her back and a look of sheer incredulity on his face.

He withdrew his hands as though he were pulling them from a red-hot surface, and looked at the oil-streaked fingers. Damn. Lucius. Malf She She had called out his name with passion and hungry lust. He had done this. Somehow he had caused this. Or maybe deep down she wasn’t able to bury her subconscious desires for the blonde wizaHe jHe jumped back and off the bed, making his way to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Hermione sat up, mortified. “Severus, please, come back. I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me.” There was no answer from the bathroom. She sat on the bed, knees hugged up to her chest, forehead resting on her knees. Gods! What had she done? Surely the first rule of lovemaking is not to call out the wrong name. But lovemaking? Her body ached from the brutality she had just experienced. Yet it was evident Severus had been at her side, massaging her sedately. Had she dreamt it? But she didn’t understand, she hadn’t been mistaken, it wasn’t a dream, she hadn’t slept. Yes, her eyes had been closed, but not in sleep. Lucius Malfoy had been there – she was sure of it. Or it had felt as though he was there. She was confused.

Severus stormed back out of the bathroom, picking up his clothes as he went. Angrily he thrust legs into his trousers and wrestled with shirshirermiermione watched him, feeling helpless – what could she do? She tried to open a dialogue again.

“Please Severus, stop! Just stop and lets talk…”

“Talk..?” His voice was like acid and his eyes narrowed as he spat out the words. “I have nothing to say to you and nothing I want to hear from you. It’s obvious where your loyalties lie!”

“Severus?” Her voice pleaded but he continued to rant e dre dressed.

“This is what you were expecting from Malfoy isn’t it? You both knew. No wonder he created all this!” He swept his hand round in a disgusted gesture.

Hermione dropped to her knees then propelled herself off the bed. She stood naked, next to the bed, starting to tremble but not sure if it was rage or tears.

“He created it? You said you did it for me, I thought you really did care but I was wrong!”

Severus flung his cloak round his shoulders and headed for the door. He opened it and turned to look at her, an insult balancing on his tongue. But he resisted the urge. She stood by the bed, naked, trembling and quietly crying.

“I cared for you more than you will ever know.” He turned and slammed the door as he left.

Hermione climbed back onto the bed, wrapping the black velvet counterpane around herself, sobbing softly, not sure if she was crying for herself, Severus or Lucius. It was nearly an hour before she rose to use the bathroom, relaxing in the bath before re-dressing. As she left the bathroom, she noticed a ribbon on the floor. She lifted the black velvet to her face rubbing it against her cheek and smelling the aristocratic blonde’s fragrance. walkwalked through, surveying the room again – so Lucius had done this? Her brain felt so tired and confused she didn’t know what to think. She finally donned her robes and turned to leave. An invisible force pulled her back to the bed and she turned to pick up the crystal oil bottle placing it in a pocket of her robes along with the velvet ribbon.She left the Room of Requirement and headed for her own rooms, turning right down the corridor.

In the other direction, further up the corridor, Lucius Malfoy leaned against a pillar, which conveniently hid him from sight. His face was a study in evil smirks. Should he follow her? No – not tonight. He would bide his time a little longer. But he turned and left with the satisfaction of the knowledge that the night had not been a complete loss after all.