Diamond in the Rough

As she bolted through the doorway she heard him scrape back his chair and it crashed to the floor. She veered to the left and pressed herself up against the wall. He ran by her, blond hair streaming behind him. His back to her she readied her wand and waited. He stopped dead center in the morning room and cocked his head to the side. He was elegant as always in well tailored dark grey pants that hugged those long legs and muscled backside. A hunter green silk waistcoat emphasized his trim hips. She took the time to reluctantly appreciate the view as he turned slowly around to face her. She did a little wave with her wand as he began to slowly walk towards her. Like a large cat stalking his prey.

“I don’t think so,” her voice slightly trembling. She pointed her wand at him.

He stopped and held up his hands, “Poppet.” He said in a rumbling, silky voice. Damn it, that voice alone set things a humming within her. How had he become so attractive to her that with just a look or the sound of his voice she now wanted to rip off his clothes and have her way with him. Sex had never been that big a deal for her before. Damn him.

“There’s no need for that.” He whispered and began making his way towards her again. She had a sudden flash of when she had been in the Department of Mysteries eight years ago. Lucius Malfoy had uttered very similar words then.

Steeling herself against a curl of desire she made her voice harder, “I mean it Lucius, stop.” She stepped into dueling position facing him.

He quirked an elegant eyebrow and watched her intently, his eyes flashing silver. “It appears we are at an impasse.”

“So it appears.” She eyed him warily.

He studied his well-manicured fingernails, looking both bored and arrogant. Damn him. His hair tumbled gloriously around his shoulders. “Well then, if we are at impasse, I have work that is waiting for me,” he then apparated out of the room.

She whipped around half expecting him to come up behind her but he wasn’t there. She cautiously walked out of the morning room into the entrance hall, those damn painted nymphs flittering around the chandelier. Where was he? She walked across the foyer and peeked through the door of the library. The room appeared to be empty, with her wand still at the ready, she walked into the library.

She had been meaning to spend some serious time in here. There were wall to wall books everywhere. Her eye caught the staircase, she had forgotten that the library had a second story. Looking up she saw more wall-lined books upstairs. “Oh my goddess, this library is massive.” She itched to explore every single one of those shelves. She wondered how he had the library categorized. She could see that some of the books were behind glass cases.

He leaned against the wall and watched her enter the room. He smirked; her stealth skills were quite appalling. Put her in a room full of books and she forgot about everything but the books. He walked quietly behind her as she walked towards one of the many shelves. She ran the tip of her finger over the book spines in a light caress. He heard a soft, “Oh!” as she began to peruse. He was amused but still rather irritated with her. A muscle twitched in his jaw and he moved in.

She glimpsed a shadow play across the books; Hermione whirled around catching Lucius under the jaw with her wand. “I think not,” she whispered as she walked forward forcing him to walk back until they stood in the middle of the library. With a wave of her wand she whispered, “Incarcerous,” Lucius felt ropes tie around both his feet and hands.

“Hermione, release me this instant,” he demanded.

“No.”

“Now!”

“You aren’t in any position to be issuing orders Lucius.” With another wave of her wand she levitated him over to the couch.

Lucius twisted and bucked within his bonds. “Hermione, you are going to be one sorry...”

Another wave of her wand and his voice was silent. She laughed softly at the stunned look on his face. She looped another rope through the rope binding his hands. She then ran it around the short legs of the couch and pulled hard. His long muscled arms stretched above his head bending slightly at the elbow. She did the same to his bound legs anchoring him quite firmly to the large leather couch. He twisted and tried to turn his body but he was well and truly caught. Anger radiated from him.

She took her time looking him over. He was amazingly lovely when he was disheveled it seemed to throw all his pristine haughtiness to the wind. She smirked.

She sat down on the coffee table facing him. “We need to get a few things crystal clear, husband of mine, “ she said softly, moving his white blond hair off of his forehead. “You will not dictate the direction of this relationship. We are in this marriage together.” His brow furrowed and he glowered at her, “I’m quite willing to discuss us, even discuss what you’d like from me, however, you will stop treating me like I haven’t a brain in my head.” He looked steadily at her seeming to finally pay attention.

She smiled down at him and said in a soft voice, “I like your hair mussed Lucius; it makes you seem much more approachable.” She ran her fingers into his hair massaging his scalp with her fingernails. Lucius’ eyes closed and he pressed his head against her fingers. All of the anger seemed to seep out of him. If she hadn’t silencio’d him he’d be purring she was sure of it.

“In fact, I quite like how you’ve been put together overall, Husband.” She ran a finger to his waistcoat and popped the first button open; she lifted her head to watch his face as she unbuttoned the remaining buttons. His eyes became a cloudy grey and heavy lidded as he focused on her fingers. His waistcoat opened and fell to either side of him. She ran her small hands up his abdomen to his chest and pulled his fine light grey linen shirt from his trousers. Putting her hands on either side of his shirt she gripped it and pulled the shirt apart ripping it open. Buttons flew everywhere. His eyebrows raised, his eyes widened and darkened to molten silver. He then closed his eyes when she moved her hands to his bare skin. Goddess, he was wonderfully sculpted; his skin seemed to have a golden hue. She dipped her head down and took a dusky nipple into her mouth. She sucked, nipping the tip slightly as she raised her head to see his face.

His face a careful mask, he knew she was gauging his reactions. “Oh come now Lucius I suspect, you are enjoying yourself quite a bit, are you not?”

He continued to watch her. She ran her right hand down that hard, muscled belly to his trousers. She unfastened them and dipped into his pants. “Lucius you naughty boy, no underpants.” She looked at him and caught a smirk on his face until she wrapped her hand around his very large, thick, hard cock. “What have we here?”

Releasing him, she stood up looking down upon him, enjoying that he was hers and at her complete mercy. His cheeks were slightly flushed. She waved her wand and his clothes were gone. He was magnificent. A fantasy brought to life. “Much better,” she whispered and ran her fingertip along the inside of his leg similarly to how she had run it across the books. He strained against his bonds. “Shhhhh,” she whispered.

She took her shoes off and straddled his thighs. He pushed his hips up towards her and she smiled grasping him in two small hands. The plumy tip was weeping and she knelt down to lick off the pearly drops. She scraped her teeth along the tip and he thrust his hips again. She sat up and gave him a very self satisfied smile that made him so hard it was painful.

She looked down at him and with a wicked gleam in her eye she whispered, “I want to hear you groan for me,” and waved her wand. She pulled her hair up on her head securing it in place with her wand then dipped her head down to take him into her mouth. He groaned and growled out her name. She licked and sucked taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She grasped him with one small hand and in concert moved her hand and mouth up and down his shaft. He cried out, bucking and twisting to no avail, he was bound but good. Gods, he was so close, right at the edge and somehow she seemed to know that. She stopped.

Damn her, he was in agony. He watched helplessly as she stood up and slowly began removing her clothing. He desperately wanted her to put her mouth and hands back on him, “Good gods woman, touch me.”

“Now, now Lucius remember our discussion, you don’t dictate to me.” She smirked at him.

“Please Hermione?”

She smiled down at him an impish grin on her face and whispered, “He can be taught.” She stood before him completely and gloriously naked. She climbed back on him and positioned herself over his weeping cock. She slowly lowered herself on him, feeling his size slowly stretch her in the very best of ways until he was deeply seated within her. He pushed up and she began to ride him in that time old fashion. Her small hands pressed against his chest as she built a rhythm and movement that began her ascent. He matched her rhythm as best he could given his constraints. She cried out as she climaxed hard and he quickly followed her as her inner muscles milked him with her orgasm. She collapsed on top of him breathing hard.

“Poppet, untie me, please.”

She sat up pulling the wand from her hair and he watched that golden brown mass tumble about her in riotous curls. She waved her wand and his hands and feet were free. She looked down at him with just a wee bit of caution, wand in her hand resting lightly across his chest. She then squeezed her inner walls reminding him he was softening inside of her. He groaned and thrust his hips up gently. She leaned down and kissed him, whispering, “Behave Lucius or I’ll bind you in a less tender fashion.”

A wicked smile lit his face and he held out his hand. They gazed at one another for a long moment. She nodded smiling slightly and placed her wand in his hand. He placed it on the side table. He grasped her waist, scooting up so he was somewhat sitting up. He slowly moved his palms up her soft belly then over her breasts, squeezing, caressing and cupping.

He leaned down to suckle both pink tips then sought her mouth with his. His lips teased, and he sucked slowly on first her top then bottom lip as if she was a succulent treat to be savored slowly. He leaned back slowly admiring his little bookworm turned firecracker. She had surprised him yet again. She had provided him with a fantasy he had always wanted. He had played this game before certainly however, he had always had to ask for what he wanted. She had just taken him quite boldly and aggressively because she wanted him, she’d asked no permission. He couldn’t have been more pleased. He leaned in and kissed her again; laying butterfly kisses up her throat and ear.

He swept her hair away from her ear and whispered in a low, silky voice, “When it’s my turn to bind you Poppet, I can promise you, you will be tender after I’m done with you but it will be a hurt in the best of all possible ways.” He captured her mouth again in a kiss that definitely curled her toes. Heat pulled low within her again, she had absolutely no doubt he would fulfill his promise and have his big, death eater way with her. Damn him, she couldn’t wait.