A New Order of Wizards - COMPLETE

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Chapter Twelve – Details for Ginny


Hermione stumbled out of the raised bed and winced at the pain between her legs. A nice bath should take care of that. She hadn’t taken a step when a hand grabbed her hair. Hermione looked back at the bed to find Lucius staring at her with his hand holding her in place.


“And you are going where?” Lucius inquired pleasantly.


“Well, after last night’s marathon sex I’m sore and I wanted to take a bath. If you had other plans, I’ll tell you true, I don’t think I’m up to it right now. How long does it take for a woman to recover who’s been – how many times? You could have warned me, you know. I’m new to this stuff and it was a little freaky at first. Try to keep in mind that you are dealing with an amateur.” She smiled at him, “I can tell that you definitely lost your amateur status long ago.” Hermione shook her head, “Can you let go of my hair, please? I want to soak for an hour at least.”


Lucius studied Hermione as she tried to loosen his hold on her tresses. He let go and watched her walk carefully over to her robe. When she bent down to get it she grimaced, unconsciously showing Lucius she was telling the truth. Ah, well, he thought, there was always tonight. She should be better by then. He moved over to the opposite edge of the bed and slid to the floor, then he walked over to Hermione, now in her little, pink fuzzy robe. He looked her up and down and then pulled her into his arms, drawing her into a hot, wet, very thorough kiss where his tongue identified every millimeter of hers before letting her go again. “I’m interested in tonight again. If you are recovered.” He stared into her unfocused, half-closed eyes intently, waiting for her answer.


Hermione opened her eyes slowly and tried to concentrate on what he’d said. Sweet Goddess, that man could kiss. “Oh, ah, yeah, of course. If I’m recovered.” Looking down and seeing his morning erection as a threat to her tender skin, she stuttered, “W-w-well, I’m off, then,” and quickly apparated away.


Hermione had a long soak in a lovely floral-scented bubble-bath, and then dressed in one of the chic casual dresses she could afford now that she had access to the Malfoy fortune. She wanted to look sexy and sophisticated when she went to visit Ginny. In the entire past year, she’d never wanted to talk to Ginny about her private life with Lucius because there hadn’t been any. Today she was going to get Ginny to pry the information out of her that she was bursting to tell. Luckily all the innuendos that she had tossed out about her husband’s abilities didn’t even come close to what she’d had last night in bed. She couldn’t wait to boast. She let a house elf know where she was going and apparated to the front door of Harry and Ginny’s house.


Lucius was apprised of Hermione’s destination and deduced that sex might be the subject of some of their feminine conversation. His reputation wouldn’t be tarnished today, he thought. But he smiled to think Hermione hadn’t even begun to know what she had for bragging rights. He paused and reconsidered. She might not tell her friends about some of the more intimate explorations he was going to introduce her to; she was too straight-laced for sharing those kinds of details. But it appeared she wasn’t going to be too straight-laced to actually do them if he was careful about leading her into his more erotic world. His only sore spot was having to participate in his activities with a Mudblood, but needs must when the devil drives, and Lucius was now being driven hard, having had sex reintroduced into his life. She had started it, but he would be her master from now on.


Hermione found Ginny in her cozy family room, sitting with her feet up on a hassock. She was six months pregnant and enjoying every minute of it. Good old Harry hadn’t wasted any time. Hermione was still mad at Harry for dumping her with Lucius, but she didn’t see any point in losing Ginny’s friendship over it. Too many mismatched couples had suffered the same fate for her to feel singled out.


“Hi, Hermione, you’re just in time for lunch. Hope you don’t mind if we don’t have coffee. I can’t abide the smell lately. But we have iced tea or hot tea.” Ginny rolled herself up off the sofa, coming to stand by Hermione. “I’ve got three months to go and already I have problems doing things. I’m so short it’s like walking around with a giant bludger stuck up my jumper.” Ginny looked at Hermione’s waist. “Still no little Malfoys, huh?” Ginny led the way to the dining room and sat on her chair with obvious relief.


“Not yet,” Hermione replied, sitting down at her place. “It’s hard to think about having lousy Lucius’ babies. Maybe I’m hexing myself subconsciously. The idea makes me squirm, frankly.” Hermione didn’t want his babies, but his cock was a whole other thing. She smiled inwardly. “I do think he’s lightening up a bit about our relationship, though. It’s been open warfare for so long that I thought I’d never see any break in his attitude. He was so devoutly attached to his dynastic heritage. If it produced members like Draco – and Lucius – I can’t see what the loss is all about.”


Ginny laughed at Hermione’s reasoning. “I agree one hundred percent. The fewer Pureblood Malfoys in the world, the better. You’ll be adding much needed new genetic material to that thinning family blood.”


Hermione felt she had to keep up her husband’s name a little, however, so she segued into her newfound sex life. “Lucius is thoroughly unpleasant as a companion in most respects, but I do have to give him marks in intelligence and inventiveness. That man has the twistiest mind. Luckily I get some use out of it in our private life.” Hermione sat back and waited for Ginny to do her work for her. She wasn’t disappointed.


“Oh, tell me, tell me,” Ginny said in rapture. “Has he done really bad things to you? And did you love it?” She sighed, “He has the most incredible reputation for sex, and his stamina! The stuff of legends! Am I right? If you had to get lousy Lucius, at least lover Lucius came along with him.” Ginny chuckled at her own joke.


“I can’t give you chapter and verse, of course, it wouldn’t be…well, I can tell you that last night I lost count of my orgasms. In a row. So I can testify to his stamina. I almost wanted to call him off.” Hermione twinkled at Ginny, “But not quite.”


“Just think, a whole lifetime of multiple orgasms. I know you didn’t want him, but I guess there’s always a silver lining to every Malfoy cloud. Your marriage to Lucius finally crushed the last of the Death Eater resistance, and the whole magic world knows that. When Malfoy succumbed to the edict that was the end, thanks to you. Harry will be glad to know you are getting something out of your marriage besides grief. And it will put him on his mettle to try to compete with your blond stallion.” Ginny gloated, “Wait till I tell Harry about the multiple orgasms. He’s tried to tell me it’s a myth. Hah!”


Hermione was a little shocked at Ginny wanting to tell Harry about her love life. “Why tell Harry anything? This is just girl talk isn’t it? I didn’t tell you expecting to have the information blatted about the Ministry of Magic.”


“Oh, don’t worry. Harry won’t tell anyone. He’ll be afraid to find out that everyone else’s wife is getting off a lot, except his. Plus, he’d worry if anyone would then ask him, ‘So, Harry, how many times does your wife come?’ No, I don’t think this information will go past Harry. But if it helps me, I’m going to tell him.”


With that Hermione had to be content, but she was going to think twice before telling Ginny any more details about her time between the sheets. It was interesting, though, to know she had something better than Ginny whom she’d envied for the past year, not for Harry per se, but for marrying someone she loved. It was nice that Hermione had got back a bit of her self-esteem, even though it was Lucius who had unknowingly accomplished it.
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