Refashioning Affection

Chapter Twelve: A most enjoyable Evening.


Hermione moaned as Lucius’s hand slid up her leg, beneath the hem of her dress, to the lacy edge of her stocking.

Lucius pulled back as his fingertips brushed the soft bare skin of her thigh.

“I think these deserve a little closer investigation, don’t you think?” he asked with a smirk.

“I can think of a few things I would like to explore,” she whispered. Her hand cupped his hardness that had been digging into her hip since he had laid her out on the couch and begun to explore her curves.

“All in good time, my dear,” he promised as he kissed his way down her neck and across the neckline of her dress. All the while, his long, beautiful fingers drew designs along the lace wrapped around her leg.

“But for right now, if you have no objections, I would like to continue this in my bedchamber.” He nipped her throat.

“Lead on,” she said as she slipped her arms around his shoulders.

He pulled her into a tight embrace and Hermione suddenly felt the tight pull of apparation.

The pair reappeared on Lucius’s bed. Hermione wasn’t surprised to see the large room complete with a massive bed draped in the finest of fabrics. The dark-blue bedding was almost black and the mahogany four-poster was carved with vines, leaves, fruits and animals.

“What a beautiful bed.” She observed the carvings.

“It has been in the family for generations,” he explained as he nuzzled her full breasts. “I suppose you can figure out the meaning of the carvings?” he asked as one hand began to pull her skirt higher. The other, cradling the back of her head, was wrapped in her now loose hair.

“Longevity,” she hissed as his palm cupped her hot center, “fertility and vir…virility.”

“Indeed, but there will be time later for the history tour of the Manor. Right now, I happen to have a beautiful witch in my bed who is far more interesting than these old artifacts.”

“Is she now?” Hermione asked as she slipped the waistcoat from his form and started on the buttons of his shirt.
“Oh, yes,” his voice was at the dangerously low octave that sent a shot of pleasure through her body, “and there are many different…aspects…of her that I would like to explore.” His fingers were dancing higher to play with the edge of her knickers.

Hermione had finished with the long row of buttons and pushed open the garment. His bare chest was a work of art: pale, hard and perfect. “And what would those aspects be?”

“Let’s start with the deliciously naughty stockings your wearing and work from there.” With that he scooted down the bed so his face was even with her hip and pushed the dress up to her waist. “Oh yes, fascinating,” he murmured as he ran his tongue along the exposed skin above the lace.

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After an extensive exploration, leaving them both without a stitch of clothing, Hermione found herself staring into the molten eyes of Lucius as he hovered over her, cradled in her open thighs. The feeling was overwhelming. Her senses were on overload and she was positive that she would explode if he was not in her soon.

“Lucius, no more teasing; I need you,” she groaned as he ran the head of his cock teasingly up and down her soaked folds.

“I need you too,” he moaned. He was rock hard and slid easily into her tight passage. They both gasped at the contact.

Lucius was overwhelmed, she felt like no other. She was a perfect; tight beyond imagining and so hot it was almost too much.

Hermione had never been so wonderfully full or aroused in her entire life. Each nerve felt his thrusts, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her being. She clung to him as he brought her body closer and closer to release.

Lucius shifted back on his heels, dragging Hermione up with him and deepening their contact. She gasped at the new sensation.

She was still for a moment, adjusting to the new feeling. Lucius pulled her flush against him, their damp bodies molding together. He captured her lips and demanded entrance.

Hermione willingly gave control over to Lucius.

He pulled back to kiss her ear. “Ride me,” he half asked, half demanded.

Hermione smiled as she looked at him. His long hair flowed around him, his lips were dark red, and gods, he was handsome. She pushed his shoulders until he was flat on the bed. She leaned down to kiss him once before leaning back and doing as he asked.

Lucius watched as her body moved above him, taking him deep into her body. Her breasts swayed temptingly as she sought their pleasure. She was an utterly amazing witch.

As they raced closer to their climaxes, both lost the rhythm as the frantic needs of their bodies took control.

Her walls began to pulse and Lucius felt that telltale tightening. Hermione arched her back as her orgasm overcame her. She moaned deep in the back of her throat as lights exploded in front of her eyes.

Lucius came at the sight of Hermione. He had never seen so much passion in one person before.

Hermione rested herself against Lucius’s chiseled chest. He wrapped his arms around her and they both caught their breath.

“That was amazing,” Hermione said as she leaned back to look at Lucius. His face was relaxed and a lazy smile, not a smirk, was on his face.

“It was most definitely amazing, and exhausting. You have worn me out, woman.”

“So much for virility,” she teased then squealed as he flipped her over.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that, my dear.” And he silenced her with a kiss.

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A few hours later Hermione woke up to a strange banging sound from the hallway. Lucius was fast asleep, so Hermione decided to do some investigating.

She untangled herself from Lucius and the bedding and grabbed her wand. You never know who or what could be lurking in this old Manor. She shrugged on Lucius’s shirt and made her way down the corridor.

The sound of things banging into walls led her to the top of the stairs. She looked down into the lit entryway to see Draco Malfoy being pushed to the wall by none other then Ron Weasley.

“Gods, Weasley,” she heard Draco moan as Ron latched onto his neck.

“Like that, Malfoy?” Ron asked as one hand went between the blond wizard’s thighs to cup his obvious arousal. “Oh, you most definitely do.”

“What are you going to do about it?” Draco asked as his hands squeezed Ron’s arse.

“I can think of a few things; one involves you bent over a…”

“I guess I was right.” Her voice caused the pair to jump apart.

“Who’s there?” Ron demanded, drawing his wand at the same time Draco did.

“No need to curse boys,” she laughed as she walked down the stairs into the light.

“Mione!” Ron gasped at the sight of his life-long friend leaning against the banister draped in a large, white shirt.

“Nice to see you here, Granger,” Draco smirked as he took in her form. “Nice legs,” he commented.

“Malfoy!” Ron huffed.

“What? I haven’t even seen yours, yet,” Draco teased the redhead.

“What are you doing here, Mione?”

“My father, I assume,” laughed Draco. He had wrapped his arm around Ron’s waist and was playing with the buttons of his shirt.

“I have a thing for blonds, like Ron, apparently.” She smirked at the shocked expression on her friend’s face.

“So, where is my illustrious sire?”

“Fast asleep.”

“More like passed out.”

“Hermione, I never imagined…is he good?” Ron asked.

Hermione laughed and Draco groaned; he loved his father but he didn’t need details.

“You have no idea,” she mock-whispered.

“Well, let’s just hope the genes have bred true,” Ron commented as he began to pull Draco toward the opposite stairwell leading to the east wing.

“Oh, I will show you genes, Weasley,” Draco promised.

“As long as you aren’t wearing any, you can show me whatever you want.”

“Well, you boys have fun,” Hermione tossed over her shoulder as she made her way back to Lucius’s bedroom. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!” she teased.

She could hear Ron start to laugh but it turned into a groan, followed by a door slamming.

Hermione laughed to herself as she crept back into the room, dropping the shirt and crawling back beneath the duvet.

She soon found herself pinned under a very warm and very hard Lucius.

“I thought you left,” he whispered, voice rough from sleep.

“Of course not; just heard a noise and went to investigate.” She kissed him sweetly, he seemed so unsure of himself at that moment she felt the need to reassure him.

“What was the cause of this noise?” he asked as his lips travelled around her face.

“Your son and his new…mmm… lover.”

“Witch or wizard?” he asked as he leaned down to take one hard, rosy nub into his hot mouth.

“Ahh, wizard.”

“Mmmm,” he hummed around the aroused flesh, causing Hermione to shiver with want. He kissed from one breast to the other to treat the other to the same sweet sensation.

“This has been the most enjoyable evening of my life,” he said as he continued to pay homage to her chest.

“What do you say about making the morning just as memorable?” she asked, her fingers scratching along his scalp.

He nipped at her breast playfully. “A very good idea, my dear.”

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A/N and a very eventful morning in the works.... Thanks to my wonderful beta!

Voracious reader: We could only dream for a course like that...Hope this chapter lived up to Lucius's standards

kittycat30: What can I say the chase and foreplay is half the fun...hope the finale was worth the buildup :) I decided to write Ron as more of the goof-ball best friends who loves her to death because it leaves me room to play and not worry about any more angst then is pivotal to the story lol.

Thanks to all those who read!

xox Sarah