Experience

Lady Lynn: Are you sure about that? Hmm, well, I hope you like this chapter...



Lisa: Yes, I wanted to give them that camaraderie, as I have a couple of theories about Salazar, one of them might even make it into a fanfic of it’s own. Lord Voldemort was rather spoilt wasn’t he? I enjoyed writing Salazar Slytherin I must admit. I kind of like him...



Anon: Thanks! I hope this pleases you then, as for writers block, I did have it on Wednesday. It’s better now.



Jade: The wait is over.



Skye: Okay, if you do pass food to my crisper drawer please don’t send vegetables. Chocolate, Sweets, Alan Rickman are all accepted. Yeah, I was thinking of Movie Voldie when I was writing it. Hope you like this one.



LaBibliographe: Yes, he was incapacitated as far as speaking Parseltongue is concerned. He can still do magic though, so yes, what will he do now? The rumour that Harry wanted spread is simple... Heir of Gryffindor after he pulled the sword from the hat! As for Lemons, not in this chapter, but in the next chapter, I promise!



Mary: Well, I hope you like this chapter. This one is another full chapter I can assure you of that. It’s 18 pages long in word!



Lyssa: Yep, Lord Voldemort didn’t do what a true Heir of Slytherin should have done. And that is bear fruit! As for Snape and Hannah... NOPE. I can’t imagine Snape with a Hufflepuff, sorry. As for getting some, that will happen shortly.



Angel: Nope, Snape is not going to be a very happy bunny, I hope you like this chapter, and yes I think it is cool that Hermione is Rowena’s heir... I always thought that she should be.



Candymac: Hmm, not in my stories. Sorry. Ron already has Patil but he really wants Hermione. Voldemort though, well, wait and see what happens next eh? Yep, Lucius needs some serious loving.



BuffyXO: Told you so! But yes, the founders interactions were great to write. I actually find humour very difficult to write so; it’s always good when people say that I make them laugh. Thanks also for thinking that I have a knack for this pairing, my mother pairing is SS/HG but I don’t seem to be able to write them AS well. As for the bathrobe scene with Rowena looking on... well, that makes me laugh!



Dee Dee: This is a plot story I have been wanting to see in fanfic for a long time. I hope that Jo does give us a bit more of an insight into the Founders in the next book, as I am rather curious about them. Nope, it doesn’t look too good does it?



BuckyKattGirl: Next chapter, I promise. I am sorry that chapter disappointed you but I wanted to open Lucius eyes, and that was the only way I can think of.



Purrfus: Thanks, I love that triangle myself. I have designed a wallpaper; would you like it? It’s for this triangle. My email if you want it is, bellasnape1@yahoo.co.uk. Email if you want it.



Sahira: Hmm, well, that might be impossible. Snape is a very difficult muse to get rid of. I tried to but it didn’t work.



Citten: Here is the update. I hope you have got to the internet fast enough to read it. As for what Voldemort will do? That’s all going to come up in future chapters as well as lots of other things.



Anon: I think most of us would like to smack his bottom wouldn’t we? Thanks for liking this. I hope you like this one as much.



Saturday – Continued



Hermione, Lucius and Hannah landed straight in the Library in his Mansion. Lucius called Gloop to the room and ordered Gloop to make food for Miss Abbott and two more guests. Gloop bowed. Hannah gasped at the Mansion.



“You know,” Hannah said. “I thought Draco was boasting.”



Hermione shook her head. “So did I.”



Lucius smiled. “I trust that I can leave you to entertain Miss Abbott, Hermione?”



Hermione nodded and Lucius brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. He turned to walk out of the room and Hermione smirked as she tilted her head to one side to have a look at his cute butt. He walked out of the room and Hermione shook her head and turned around to face her friend.



“Hannah,” she said. “I am not at all surprised about you and Harry. But I am surprised by who I really am.”



“It doesn’t surprise me,” Hannah said her brown eyes steadfastly looking at Hermione. “There had to be a reason why you’re the smartest Witch, and it is to do with blood.”



“One of the other reasons that I am confused though is this, why did the Basilisk petrify me if I was as pure as Voldemort?”



Hannah shrugged her shoulders. She was about to sit down when the door opened. She thought it best to remain standing in case it was Lucius. It turned out to be much worse than Lucius. Hannah’s complexion paled considerably at whom it was that strode through the door.



“How are you, Hermione?” Snape asked. Hannah looked from Snape to Hermione. Something had happened between the two of them.



“I’m fine,” Hermione answered coldly.



“Hermione,” Snape said. “I have a question to ask you.”



“Haven’t you already?” Hermione asked.



“Funny, you’re companionship with the Weasley family have indeed sharpened your wit,” Snape replied smoothly. “You know how I feel about you, and you can’t deny that some small part of you is attracted to me. I wish to marry you, Hermione.”



Hermione was about to reply when Lucius practically stormed into the room and grabbed Snape by the throat.



“Lucius!” Hermione exclaimed harshly.



“What have I told you, you dog? Do I have to spell it out for you’re seemingly deaf ears and stubborn brain to comprehend my meaning? G. E. T. O. U. T. A. N. D. L. E. A. V. E. H. E. R. A. L. O. N. E!”



“Well, one things to be said about you, Malfoy. You’re an excellent speller!”



“That’s Lord Slytherin to you!” Lucius growled.



“Delusions of grandeur to boot!” Snape sneered.



“Stop it!” Hermione said. “Please, both of you. If you have any love for me at all then please stop acting like children!”



“Certainly,” Snape said silkily.



“Severus,” Hermione said sternly. “Believe me, if things were different and you’d made your presence known to me before I met Lucius again then perhaps I would have accepted you. But, I can’t. Something happened this morning, and it has changed us for the better. You see, Lord Voldemort has been stripped of his heritage and it has passed over to Lucius, and it turns out that I am Ravenclaw’s heir. Rowena and Salazar both want us to marry to join the two houses together.”



“What?” Snape said blinking.



Hermione sighed. “Rowena, Salazar, Godric and Helga are still around. They have come back to help us repair the damage that Lord Voldemort put the world in, in the first place. Look, Severus, I’m very sorry but I am now betrothed to Lucius.”



Severus eyes glittered dangerously as he looked at her. “You’re Ravenclaw’s heir?” Severus asked.



“Yes,” Hermione replied.



“Salazar has chosen Lucius as his heir?” Severus asked in a low dangerous voice. Hannah found herself fingering her wand. If he so much as hurts her friend then he’ll be for it. She was Helga’s heir and she was prepared to live up to her status.



Hermione stared into Severus eyes without blinking. Severus turned to Lucius and his lips curled in a snarl.



“You haven’t seen the last of me, Malfoy.” He turned his dark gaze to Hermione and he stepped up to her. He placed a firm hand on her shoulder and brought her within his grasp. His fingers dug into her like pincers and he bent down and whispered this in her ear. “You shall be mine, Hermione. I won’t leave this life without you, and, trust me my dear, I will finish what I began with you yesterday.”



He sniffed in her scent and then spun on his heel. “Good riddance!” Lucius muttered. He turned to look at Hermione and she started to cry. He held her in his arms.



“Why can’t he just take no for an answer?” Hermione asked.



“Think about it, Hermione,” Hannah said quietly. “It’s probably the only answer he’s ever wanted to hear from you.”



She was shaking in her fiancée’s arms. Hannah walked up to her friend and started rubbing her back. Harry had just stepped through the fireplace with a very bewildered Ginny in tow. He frowned at the sight of Hermione crying. Whomever it was that had upset his friend would find themselves on the sharpest end of a Crucio.



“What’s happened?” Harry asked.



“It’s Snape, Harry, he asked Hermione to marry him and she said no, and he wouldn’t accept the answer as final. He’s probably going to hurt her.”



“I told you he wasn’t to be trusted,” Harry said. Ginny let go of Harry’s hand and ran up to Hermione. She looked into her friend’s eyes and wrapped her up in her arms. It seemed like it was one of those weeks.



“See,” Ginny said. “This is what happens when I’m not there to look after you.”



Hermione laughed and the unshed tears fell out all at once and she stopped laughing. Harry walked up to Lucius and shook his hand.



“It looks like we’ll have to work together,” Harry said. “I don’t like it though.”



“Well,” Lucius sighed. “Neither do I!”



Hermione walked over to the bookshelves and picked one up. She began flipping through it.



“I suggest we all find history books and start to read them,” Hermione said. “There has got to be something in one of these books that might explain what happened today.”



“Remember, Hermione, we do have a party to finish organising.”



“I’ll do that,” Ginny said. “I can organise things you know, I have organised things before.”



“Thank you,” Lucius said. “But I’d rather do this one myself. Perhaps you can take my place with reading the history books, instead?”



Ginny scowled at him and he laughed. Hermione shook her head and glared at him. Lucius smile was impish as he slipped out of the room. Harry looked around and realised he was in a room full of women. He groaned. Hermione handed him a history book and pointed him to a seat. She handed Hannah and Ginny one to. Ginny skipped over to Harry and sat on his lap. Hermione shook her head.



She sat in a single chair and curled her feet up. She laid the book flat on her lap and began to read. Harry and Ginny were whispering and Hermione had caught them kissing a few times. She frowned disapprovingly but left them alone. Ginny was perhaps the only normal thing Harry had in his life and she didn’t want to interfere with that.



She continued to read until Gloop popped into the Library and he bowed down to her.



“Mistress,” Gloop said. “Master has told Mistress and her friends to come upstairs to get ready for the party.”

Harry shut the book immediately as did Hannah and Ginny. Hermione was too far gone in her book; she heard a faint mumble of something but that was it.



“Hermione,” Harry said snatching the book out of her hand. “Your boyfriend wants us to get ready for the party.”



Hermione frowned at Harry; she didn’t like the way he joked about it.



“He’s not my boyfriend,” she said hotly. “He’s my fiancée.”



“Whatever, he wants you upstairs to get ready for the party,” he replied. He took her hand and yanked her off the chair.



“Ouch, Harry, do you want me to have two arms?” Hermione asked. She rubbed her hand when he dropped her arm.



“Well lover boy wants you with him,” Harry explained.



Hermione was blushing furiously. All four youngsters walked out of the library. Gloop was standing at the top of the stairs.



“Master wishes you to be with him,” Gloop said. “Gloop will show Master’s guests to their rooms.”



“Rooms?” Hannah asked.



“Yes, Master wishes you to stay with him,” he said. “He has already sent for your clothes. He also has asked for your sizes and measurements. Master has new robes for you for this evenings party,” Gloop said. Hermione looked at the elf and then at her friends.



“He what?” Harry fumed.



“Just take it for what it is, Harry, a goodwill gesture. It’s the way he is; he’s a very generous man really.”



Hermione looked at her friends. “Well, I for one am glad.” Hannah said. “I was wondering what to wear.”



Ginny looked closely at Hermione. “Why has he bought us new robes?”



“It took a little while for me to accept it,” Hermione said. “He’s opened a bank account for me, and he’s depositing a hundred gold galleons for me every day. He’s brought me new robes. I have a free slate at Madam Malkins AND at Magicures. Even the Leaky Cauldron has been told not to accept a sickle from me.”



“Don’t you find that irritating?” Ginny asked. “I mean its like he’s taking over you.”



“It felt like that at first, but I can’t help but like it now.”



Ginny smiled but it had a pitying quality to it. Hermione went into what she supposed as their bedroom now and Gloop showed Hannah, Harry and Ginny their quarters.



Harry and Ginny were shown in one room with a double bed. They looked at each other and were just about to complain to Gloop but he had left. Harry looked at Ginny.



“Okay, so we’ve had sex but are we ready to share the same bed every night?” Harry asked.



“Looks like we’ll have to,” Ginny said. “Although I am surprised that my mother has agreed to let me stay.”



They walked up to the large bed and both had boxes with their names written on them. Harry opened one of his boxes and he gasped at the contents. He brought out the burgundy red robes with a gold lion on the back and he opened up another box and he brought out a pair of trousers: a waistcoat, and a gold silk shirt. The other box was a pair of burgundy dragon skin shoes.



He couldn’t believe it. There was a note on the pillow. He looked through it once and then read it aloud.



Dear Harry and Ginevra



This is just to make up for all the trouble I have caused you two over the years. It might surprise you to know that Draco actually respected you a little for standing up to him. I don’t want to replace your father but please, consider me as a father.



Ginevra, I am truly sorry for what I have put you through. I hope you like the robes I have picked out for you. It won’t erase the past or the memories but I hope that it might help to heal the scars.



LM



“You can’t blame him for trying,” Harry said. He was about to throw the note in the bin until he heard a gasp. Ginny had taken out her robes. They were beautiful. She pressed the silk fabric against her skin.



“They’re green,” she said. “Green has always been my colour.”



“Hmm, its not as green as a fresh pickled toad,” Harry said.



“Will you quit that one already?” Ginny asked. “How many times do I have to say I’m sorry; I didn’t want you to be embarrassed, but...”



Harry grabbed her and kissed her before she could finish her sentence.



“I was embarrassed at the time,” he said. “But I wouldn’t mind that happening again.”



Ginny blushed and looked him in the eyes. She brought up the fabric to his eyes. “They match your eyes.”



“You know,” Harry said. “If only you were in my year.”



“Why?” she asked.



“Never mind,” Harry sighed. He patted and stroked her hair. “Come on let’s take a shower together, huh?”



Ginny giggled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She placed her sweet lips on his and he brought her closer to him.



~*~*~



Hannah was all alone in her chamber. If only she had mentioned Ernie McMillan: Lucius might have made him come here and she’d finally be able to tell Ernie how she felt about him. Hannah had been fancying Ernie for a while now, and she was too shy to say anything to him. Perhaps she could ask Hermione and Ginny. They’d help her. She was pleased that on that particular night both of them were in the greenhouses with Professor Sprout.



She was looking at Hermione with Lucius and Harry with Ginny with a light smile but a heavy heart. She truly did feel left out. She wanted to tell Ernie so much how she felt about him, but she couldn’t. She smiled a little at the thought of approaching Ernie. She was slightly nervous at the actuality of the event happening. She walked up to her bed and found boxes with Miss Abbott written on them. She opened the boxes and she blushed at the butter yellow robes that he had brought her. On the back of the cloak was a big black and white badger. They were beautiful and she loved them. Hermione is one lucky woman, Hannah thought. But then, she would go for the best, wouldn’t she!



~*~*~



Hermione looked at Lucius and he was smiling in the mirror. He was completely naked and instead of diverting her attention she was drinking in every muscle and every inch of flesh on his body. He walked up to her and tilted her chin up. She smiled up at him.



“Well,” he said. “Why don’t we shock society and go commando?”



“That means no underwear,” Hermione said. “No, I won’t attend our first official ball together au natural.”



“Pity,” he smirked. “I am sure there is nothing for you to be ashamed off. Your ancestress said of me that I have nothing to hide.”



Hermione raised her eyebrow. “You were flirting with Rowena Ravenclaw?”



“No,” Lucius sighed. “She was one sharp woman. No wonder Salazar liked her.”



“Yes,” Hermione sighed. “No wonder.”



“Besides, Salazar flirted with you,” Lucius said.



“He did, didn’t he,” Lucius scowled at the way her eyes lit up with that thought.



“You know,” he replied, “I think I am going to have to lock you up.”



Hermione giggled. “I think I am going to have to do the same with you, Lord Lucius.”



“Let us change robes,” Lucius said. “Our guests will be arriving soon.”



Hermione nodded. She opened her boxes and she looked up.



“They’re beautiful,” she said. She dragged out a dress with a mother of pearl brocade and silver stitching on a cream background. She brought out the shoes with pearls sewn on the front of them. She brought out her robe; it was white satin with silver lining. Hermione smiled.



“The colour of angels,” Lucius murmured wrapping his arms around her waist. “For that is what you are to me.”



Hermione was probably speechless for the first time in her life. She also felt herself come slightly. She turned around and kissed him with a voraciousness that he didn’t think she was capable of. Her legs climbed up his and she wrapped them around his waist. Lucius pulled her away from him.



“What?” she asked frowning slightly.



“We can’t,” Lucius said gasping slightly. “We have to get ready for a party.”



“Screw them!”



Lucius raised an eyebrow. “Naughty, naughty girl! What shall I do to chastise you?”



“Well,” Hermione said, “if you catch me you can spank me!”



“You’re on!” he said.



Hermione ran around the bed and he followed but she dodged him. She ran around the other side. He stayed that side and they looked each other in the eyes. He stepped at the same time that she did. They played this for a while but Gloop appeared in the bedchamber.



“Sir, where are the first guests going to sit?”



Lucius sighed. He had to spank her a bit later. He smiled and went into the shower. He came out of the shower and she walked in after him. She had to have a good long bath, she wasn’t the Mistress yet; surely she wasn’t going to break any protocol.



She had her bath and she dried her hair using a spell. She put the underwear on that she had just found. She hooked the stockings on and slipped her feet into the shoes. She then put the dress over her head and was just about to put the robe on but Lucius had come into the room to check her progress.



“Hello,” he murmured. “Don’t worry about being a little bit late. I’ve told them that some unexpected business prevented you from getting ready on time!”



She smiled. He walked up to her and brushed her hair aside. “I won’t be too much longer.”



He smirked as he caught how wonderfully shaped her breasts were in this dress. He held her close to him. He then walked up to the desk and opened a box. Hermione gasped at the pearl choker with the black pearl dropping like a tear in the centre.



“For you, my love,” Lucius said in her ear as he gathered her hair up and smiled as he placed the choker around her neck and clasped it around her. He then placed a tiara on her head.



Hermione looked into a full-length mirror. “Oh Merlin!”



“What?” Lucius asked worried now.



“I am beautiful,” she said. She swung around and she looked down at herself. “Is this what Severus, Kingsley, and Blaise seen all along?”



Lucius shook his head. “No, Hermione. This was how Draco saw you.”



Hermione faltered. Draco had seen her like this, and he never said anything to her, even when alone? Why? Didn’t he know that she actually had some soft spot for him to and that if he said sorry she’d have gone out with him before anyone could say Slytherin? She looked in the mirror again and sighed.



“Our son shall be called Draco to,” Hermione said.



“I don’t think I could cope with that,” Lucius said. “No, lets start afresh. But perhaps a grandson called Draco would be nice.”



Hermione nodded. Perhaps it would have been a bit cruel to Lucius for him to have another son called Draco. She looked at her reflection again. Lucius handed her a pair of earrings and she took her pair off and hooked them in the hole. They were tiny pearls hanging on a silver hook.



“Ready?” Lucius asked. She smiled and nodded. She regarded him for a moment and sighed. He looked devilish handsome in emerald green and silver robes. The Slytherin Snake adorned his back and the silver satin shirt was opened at the top to reveal how sexy his chest was. It left little to the imagination. Hermione saw them together in the mirror, how could she compare next to him?



Lucius opened the door to the ballroom. There were a few people Hermione recognised from the Ministry and a few she recognised from elsewhere. But her eyes fell on a pair of very good friends. Remus and a very pregnant Tonks were standing in the corner looking very out of place. She walked up to them and Tonks hugged her, and Remus smiled patting her shoulder.



“Wow,” Tonks said. “You look amazing!”



Hermione blushed. “Well, I wouldn’t look like this if it weren’t for Lucius meddling.”



“Who would have thought that all it took to tame my uncle would be you!” Tonks exclaimed. “He actually hugged me and apologised for not being a proper Uncle to me. He said he’d begin now. What have you done to him?”



“Actually,” Remus said. “It should be what he’s done to her. I heard on the grapevine that it was you who truly secured my position in the Ministry by turning Umbridge’s skin green and giving her a pair of toads legs.”



“I did,” Hermione said. “And I haven’t lost a nights sleep for it.”



“You go girl!” Tonks exclaimed. “But, er, can you tell Lucius that technically he’s not my Uncle, though.”



“And break his heart?” Hermione asked. “He lost his immediate family. Family is important to him, Tonks. You are all he has left. Please, don’t make me tell him that.”



Tonks sighed and pursed her heart shaped lips together. She looked down on the floor. “Oh all right, but I am not comfortable with this.”



“He’s changed,” the slightly younger Witch said. “He has. Let this evening be your guide. Besides, you didn’t see how upset he was at the thought of letting Remus down. He defended Remus valiantly in front of Umbridge.”



Remus eyes widened in shock. “Really?”



Hermione nodded. She looked at her friend and sighed. She rubbed his arm and was about to speak when someone walked up to her. It was Mrs Zabini. She looked imposing in her African clothes. She was wearing a particularly stunning yellow headdress and robes. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Hermione now felt dull compared to her.



“Why didn’t you visit my son?” she asked.



“Because Lucius told me that you didn’t want me to see him again,” Hermione said.



“I didn’t want you to see him for two days, but I had no objection to you coming to see him after the operation.”



Hermione narrowed her eyes. “What?” she asked.



“I actually liked you,” the woman said. “But it appears I am wrong.”



Hermione looked up at the woman. “Mrs Zabini, I can assure you that I would have come but I was under the impression you didn’t want me to see him ever again.”



The woman looked at Hermione and stared right into her eyes. “I think you are speaking the truth,” she sighed. “So, Lucius didn’t want you to see him?”



“Hmm, he’s become rather jealous of late,” Hermione said. “I know; why don’t we ask him together?”



Mrs Zabini smiled. She took Hermione’s hand and led her away from Mr and Mrs Lupin giving both a look of such profound disgust that left Hermione feeling cold. She was glad for Lucius jealousy; perhaps Mrs Zabini would not be the most suitable mother-in-law.



They found Lucius talking to some Wizards who looked important. Hermione tapped Lucius on the shoulder and he turned around.



“Can the three of us have a word?” she asked in a sweet voice. Lucius winced. He knew that voice.



“Excuse me,” he said. He walked off with Hermione one side and Mrs Zabini the other side.



“Why did you lie to me?” Hermione asked. “I’ve just been informed by Mrs Zabini that I could have seen Blaise on Friday; and if I had I would not have been alone in your office where Snape had almost had me for lunch!”



Lucius gulped as he stared into the eyes of the formidable Mrs Zabini. “Well,” he said. “All I can say is I am sorry. But, Hermione, I was scared that he might have asked you out.”



“And what would have been wrong with that, Malfoy?” Mrs Zabini snapped.



“I have extremely strong feelings for Hermione, and I didn’t want your son to have her. You’re a Slytherin, it’s the way we are.”



Mrs Zabini rolled her eyes. “Well, I hope you can look into his eyes and tell him you’re the reason his heart is torn in two. I suppose you would have dated him more if you had seen him again,” she said to both Hermione and Lucius.



“Yes,” Hermione replied.



Lucius sighed and wrapped an arm around her waist reminding her exactly whom it was she was supposed to be dating. Hermione tried to free herself from his grip. Hermione looked at Lucius narrowing her eyes. Mrs Zabini walked away from Lucius seething. She did actually like Hermione. Blaise needed a strong woman and she was strong. She also liked the power that emanated from the young witch. She looked at Lucius and smirked as she thought of how she could separate them so that her son could have the woman of his dreams.



“Sorry, Hermione, but I told you what I am like,” he said. “You do still love me, don’t you?”



Lucius looked at her and jutted out his lower lip and his eyes sparkled innocently. Hermione elbowed him in the ribs. “Just, please, don’t lie to me again. And I will see Blaise. I have to see him to tell him I’m sorry.”



Lucius sighed. He kissed her forehead. “Yes, my dear.”



Hermione had turned to look at Remus and Tonks and found that they were chatting quite animatedly with Harry, Ginny and Hannah. She felt a little jealous. How come they weren’t that animated with her?



“I want to talk to my friends,” Hermione said. Lucius nodded. Hermione walked up to her group of friends. She smiled as she approached them. She noticed that Harry and Hannah were sporting robes to do with their heritage but she had mother of pearl. He did it again, she fumed. He brought me robes that resembled a wedding dress just to get the message across that I’m spoken for! Oh, he’ll get punished all right. I am a sexually frustrated bookworm! Watch out!



“Hello,” she said. Hannah had grabbed her arm straight away.



“Wow!” Harry breathed. “You look stunning!”



“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Hermione said. “And Ginny don’t you look lovely.”



“Thanks,” Ginny said blushing. Ginny actually looked prettier when she blushed. “All thanks to your lover boy!”



Hermione looked at Remus and Tonks, both thought that they were good friends. Neither knew that they were lovers.



“What?” Remus asked. “You two are lovers?”



“No,” Hermione said. “We’re affianced. We haven’t even had sex yet.”



Tonks blushed a little as she stroked her stomach.



“He’s old enough to be your father!” Remus exclaimed.



“You’re a fine one to talk!” Hermione snapped. “A few short years and your wife could be your daughter. So its one law for one and one law for another is it?”



“No,” Remus said. “But you are a Gryffindor and he is a Slytherin.”



Harry and Hannah swapped looks. Neither had told these two what extraordinary event happened today.



“Salazar Slytherin isn’t as bad as all that!” Hermione exclaimed hotly. “He was quite funny actually.”



“How do you know?” Tonks gasped.



Hermione realised her friends hadn’t said anything about today and clamped up.



“She’s a know-it-all,” Hannah supplied for Hermione. “She’s probably built up her own impression of him.”



Hermione looked down at her feet. “Thanks,” she whispered.



“Let the dancing commence!” someone shouted from the band.



Hermione felt Lucius behind her. She turned around and he held out his hand. His robe had been discarded somewhere and Hermione’s jaw dropped to the ground when she saw what he looked like without the robe. Hermione knew he was sexy, and she knew that he was absolutely wonderful to look at but she didn’t realise he was this hot! She realised also that perhaps she might have a fight on her hands to as she scanned the room and saw a few Witches almost drooling at the sight of him. She grabbed his hand and led him confidently to the dance floor.



Hermione spun on her heel and faced him. She let go off his hand and unclasped her cloak. She flung it aside. A few Wizards began to drool at the sight of her. She kept her dark brown eyes fixed on his light icy blue ones. She smirked playfully; she put her hands on his hips and he placed his hands on hers. He pushed her towards him and smiled down at her.



“Let’s have a few ground rules here,” Hermione said. “I’ve noticed Witches looking at you... and if I am not to touch any other man then you’re not to touch any other Witch – got that?”



“You’re the only Witch I want to touch,” Lucius snarled. She faltered slightly. That stumped her! He thought smugly. And what made him all the more smug was that he meant it. The rest were hags compared to her.



The music started and they began to dance. Lucius took her hands and twirled her around and caught her with expert ease. He swung her around and lowered her towards the floor. He kept his eyes on hers the whole time. Her heart pumped inside her chest. Lucius could almost see it. He swung her back up and clamped her tightly to his body. He swayed her from side to side. His hands rubbing up and down her body. His hands sure are strong and hot! Hermione thought helplessly. As is he! She gulped as he swung her around and caught her again. His chest was against her back and they swayed their bodies to the beat still keeping eye contact as his hands rubbed all over her stomach and chest. Hermione felt her breath hitch inside her throat. Why oh why do I have to feel like this when there is a whole crowd of people watching?



“You truly are beautiful, Hermione,” Lucius whispered in her ear. “You know what I want to do? I want to rip that dress off your body. I want to spread kisses all over your hot, sweaty, naked body. I want to feel your vagina against my erect penis. I want to suck your breasts like you would a lollypop on a hot summers day. I want to place cream and strawberries on various parts of your body and lick the cream off you and take the strawberries in my mouth and as I’m biting I want the juice to dribble into your bellybutton so I can lick it up.” He swung her around again and this time she landed face to face with him. He was practically making her faint with what he promised to do to her. “I want to make slow passionate love to you from sundown to sunup, and vice versa. I want you’re body underneath mine. I want my body underneath yours. I want to see you bouncing up and down on my member. I want you to scream my name as I am screaming yours.”



Hermione found herself flushing in his arms. She felt how hot his hands actually were as they crept all over her body and all of a sudden she felt naked. She looked at him. “I want all that to,” she whispered breathlessly. His hands wandered down to her butt and he pushed her to his body. She felt his pulsing member against her.



“We’re making love tonight, Hermione, even if Merlin himself strolls through the door!”



Hermione smiled. When the music stopped they looked around and realised they were the only two that were dancing. Harry was leading Ginny to the dance floor but stopped when he realised how they were dancing. He looked at Ginny and she shrugged her shoulders. Hermione found the heat was getting to her.



“I need air, or I’ll faint,” she said. Lucius nodded, and led her to the big floor to ceiling French doors and helped her onto the patio. The crowd converged and mumbled things like: ‘Did you see that?’ ‘I thought he was still in deep mourning for his late wife?’ ‘Who is that young woman?’ ‘Bitch!’ ‘So, what exactly has been going on between those two for the past week?’



“Are you sure they never had sex, Harry?” Ginny asked.



“I believe her, but I think that they will tonight,” Harry replied. “Oh boy, Ginny, get naked soon because I had a mental picture of that in my head!”



Ginny giggled. “Well, if they were looking for a scandal, they certainly found one.”



Hannah looked at the two people standing outside. “I’m going to give her a drink; she looks parched.” Hannah walked up to the table and poured some water in a tumbler and walked to the patio. “Here, Hermione, a drink of water.”



“Thanks,” Hermione said. Hannah walked away. It wasn’t any of her business if they had sex or not; so what if they did.



“I am going to announce it now,” Lucius said. “Not about us being the heirs, but about us!”



Hermione looked at the crowd. “Are you sure it’s the right thing to do?” Hermione asked.



Lucius nodded. She drunk her water slowly, and it regained her balance and composure. Lucius smiled at her. He led her back into the ballroom and the crowd finished their silent muttering. He led her to the front of the ball and put a sonorous on his throat.



“Everybody,” he said. “I have an announcement to make.” Hermione squeezed his hand and was thankful that he had decided to take the reigns on this one. “As some of you know, I have been mourning the death of my wife and son and have turned over a new leaf as they say because of it. Well, this Monday I started to come alive again. Why? Because I undertook Hermione Granger as my secretary, and every minute I spent in her company made me realise something. I wanted to spend the rest of my minutes with her by my side. She’s a wonderful witch and now forgive me,” he turned around and produced a box from his trousers pocket. “Hermione Jane Granger, please do me the greatest honour and become my wife? I want to help, protect and advise you for the rest of my life. I don’t need months or weeks. One week was sufficient enough to make me realise that it’s you that I want. You have given me hope, and you have made my heart beat again for the first time in months.” He got down on one knee. “So, please do me the honour of becoming Mrs Malfoy?”



Hermione looked down into his eyes. He looked so sexy down on his knee like that looking up at her. She took his face in both her hands and stroked his hair aside.



“Yes, Lucius, yes I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you!” She took the ring and placed it on her finger. “I love you.”



Lucius looked down on the floor, no one had ever seen him look so humble before. He looked up again and stood up on his feet and wrapped his arms around her waist and swung her around with her feet in the air. She laughed. He set her down and began kissing her properly on her lips in front of the crowd.



The crowd were stunned. No one knew what to do. But Harry decided to do something about that. He put two fingers in his mouth and whistled and cheered. He began to clap loudly; Ginny clapped and cheered to and soon the whole room was clapping and cheering, whether they were pleased with the news or not.



No one noticed a black Wizard creep slowly and silently out of the room looking dejected and heartbroken. Kingsley Shacklebolt decided he would never love again!



A/N – Oh dear oh dear! Snape is not a happy bunny! Mrs Zabini isn’t happy either, and neither is Kingsley. The promise of Lemons is holding firm, and now they are engaged! What will Sunday bring? Find out in the next exciting chapter of EXPERIENCE!



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