Amorem Consentit

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Chapter 12 -

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Hermione sighed as she stretched. She was surrounded by warmth. She opened her eyes a slit. Her hand on each side found a warm chest.

Also, something hot and hard was pressing into her sides. Not one, but two actually.

She looked to each side and smiled at the sleep softened faces of Lucius and Draco.

It was so wonderful to look at her beautiful men.

She leaned up closer to Lucius and began to kiss his cheeks and chin. As soon as Lucius stirred, she turned her attention to waking Draco in the same way.

She felt excellent. She wanted to wake up like this every day. She would never tire of their beauty.

Draco smiled when he saw his goddess stretching and sighed when her hand slid into his hair.

"Wake up, Sexy," she whispered, grabbing his erection.

He moaned loudly. This was perfect, he thought as he thrust into her hand.

Hermione frowned when she saw Lucius was still mostly sleeping, and she leaned her head down. She pressed a kiss just above where his erection pointed at her.

Draco frowned at the display. He didn't want her face to be in his father's crotch.

Hermione giggled and squeezed Draco harder.

He was helpless under her touch.

Hermione smirked as Lucius' groaned and wrapped her other hand around him.

Lucius jerked awake when her small smooth feminine hand grasped him.

She liked being so powerful over these two strong men. And she loved their cocks. Such gorgeous perfect bodies were made for her pleasure.

Lucius leaned close and began to kiss her throat as he moved a hand toward her sex.

Both men were lost in a daze of lust. The naked woman next to them was all they could think of. Draco sat up and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

Lucius whipped back when he opened his eyes to see a blond head sucking on Hermione's nipple.

"What the name of MERLIN'S BEARD?" he exclaimed as he fell out of the bed.

“Just some pleasure,” Hermione answered, guiding Draco's hand to her heated core.

"Not appropriate," Lucius said, grabbing Hermione and pulling her away from Draco.

“How is this appropriate Father when you are holding my fiancée when you are naked and erect?” Draco asked angrily.

"It is normal to wake up with erection!" Lucius said, trying to ignore the witch as she snuggled against his chest.

"I love you, Lucius," she said, kissing his stomach.

“And is it normal to wake up with a naked witch in your bed?” Draco asked, fuming.

"Don't be angry," Hermione said, taking Draco's hand. "Share."

“I don't share,” Draco said trying to pull her away.

“I love you too, Draco!” she said and pulled him close.

"You love me MOST!" Draco said, tugging on her.

Lucius hauled Hermione away from Draco.

Hermione giggled and kissed Lucius' jaw.

“Shush, Lucius! Share!” she said as she untangled herself from his grasp.

"NO SHARING!" Lucius howled, tightening his grip and stepping back to be out of Draco's reach.

“I need both,” she sobbed.

“You just need one,” Lucius said as he held her tight away from Draco.

"Let's just have breakfast in bed together," Hermione said. "All three of us."

She ran her nails down Lucius' back roughly causing his hips to buck against her.

“Such hot men I have. No clothes allowed!”

"Clothing will not be worn," Lucius said, continuing to move away from Draco. "And you will dine alone with me!"

“No, she will be alone with me,” Draco said and came closer other back, trying to get her away from Lucius.

"Mine!" Lucius said, darting into the bathroom and spell locking the door.

Hermione cried out as Draco vanished from sight.

"LET ME IN! LET ME IN!" Draco said, banging his fists on the door. "How dare you kidnap my Hermione?"

“I want Draco!” Hermione cried, reaching for the door.

"I will satisfy you, my Dear," Lucius said, kneeling before her and spreading her legs.

Without further hesitation, he pressed his tongue into her. He rubbed his nose over her clit.

“Let me in you dirty old bastard!” Draco yelled from outside the door.

Hermione gasped and pulled Lucius head closer as her knees began to weaken. Lucius gripped her buttocks and lowered her gently to the carpeted floor.

"Taste so good," he moaned as he licked.

“Oh, Lucius!”

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Draco yelled and he kicked the door. Tears sprang to his eyes as he resumed beating the door with his fists. "Let me in!"

Lucius pulled back from Hermione.

"I ask your leave for a moment, my sweet," he said, looking down at her writhing form. "Miss Granger and I are quite busy at the moment. Come back later."

Lucius' skilled tongue was working wonders on her, and soon she was close to orgasm.

Finally Draco decided that he had forgotten to summon his wand, and soon the door problem was solved.

"LET HER GO, YOU FUCKING UGLY OLD MAN!"

Hermione keened and came around Lucius' tongue.

“Hermione, Love, did he abuse you?” Draco asked as he hugged her.

"No," Hermione said, "He has been wonderful...as always."

“Let's go to our rooms, Love?” Draco asked, wrapping a fuzzy towel around her.

"I want to shower," Hermione said, casting the towel aside. She reached a hand up and stroked the side of Draco's face.

“Shower with me?”

"Both of you," Hermione said, taking Lucius' hand. "Wouldn't be fair to just shower with one, and doesn't make sense for me to shower twice."

Her eyes begged them to grant her wish, even thought the pride of the men didn’t want to allow it.

"No," Lucius said, taking the towel she had thrown off and wrapping it around himself. "You must choose one of us."

“I want both! Or none!” she said and ran away.

She ran naked through the vast hallways of the manor, wondering where her rooms where.

"Hermione, wait!" Draco squeaked chasing starkers after her.

But she was faster than him. Looking for a place to hide of the men she run to the first door found.

She gasped as she looked around and saw thousands and thousands of books. Ladders three stories tall and attached to wheel runners stood in several places. A grand onyx fireplace stood gleaming in the middle of the back wall surrounded on either side by enormous windows. She walked down the steps that led to the main floor of the library and looked up to see a magnificent chandelier. And the ceiling was painted with the scenes of Merlin's great deeds. The reds, blues, yellows, greens were bright and true.

It was paradise to her. Books, millions of books all for her.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Hermione, let me in, Love," Draco called desperately.

She was too enraptured by the leather bound spines of the books to listen.

"Hello, Dear Witch," a voice greeted.

"Who's there?" Hermione called, looking around.

"Up here, above the fireplace," the voice called.

Hermione turned and looked at the life-size painting of...

"Merlin's ghost!"

"I assure you I am no ghost," the man in the painting said, and he winked at her.

“Who are you?” she asked scowling.

"I am the one and only Merlin," the painting said, and the man's eyes traveled over her form even as he gave her a flourishing bow that would have made Lockhart jealous.

“Yes, right, and it snows in Africa,” she answered and turned to the books.

"It does snow in Africa," Merlin said, smiling at her as he sat in a chair.

“You are a very obnoxious portrait,” she muttered, reaching for a book. “Will you shut up and let me read?”

"I have much to say.” He smiled at her admiring her pert bottom as she climbed a ladder. “A slightly wild temper, but that can be excused as you have an excellent shape. You will bear wonderful children,” the painting proclaimed.

"You're awfully presumptuous, and I don't like the way you keep staring at my arse."

Hermione climbed the few rungs of the ladder and grabbed a blanket that was folded on it.

"I think I shall shut you up now."

“No need to get dressed on my account, Lioness,” the portrait laughed.

Hermione levitated the blanket up enchanting it to cover the whole painting.

"I'd have to have been blind to have not foreseen this!" and the blanket fell off immediately. Merlin winked at her. "I see all that has been, and all that will be."

"Where are Filibuster Fireworks when you need them?" Hermione groused, wrapping the blanket around herself and charming it to stay.

"Sweet! Sweet! Let me in. I didn't mean to cause you upset," Lucius' voice called.

"Am I never to have a moment's peace?"

“We didn't mean to upset you!” Draco added.

“I see that what I prophesied has come true. My line will not end, but prosper. Those two dunces should've not let my prophecy down as some hocus pocus!”

"Don't believe in divination," Hermione muttered.

“Hermione, my love, please don't be mad?” she heard Draco plead.

“Ha, you probably have only seen some self-taught dunces call themselves seers,” the portrait puffed.

“Still, Divination is very unreliable,” she argued, trying to read a book on Herbology.

"Not when done by a genius!"

"The terms of my living here are becoming almost more than I can bear," Hermione said, pointing her wand at the painting. "Silencio."

The painting laughed. “You cannot silence me. Do you want to know what is afflicting you?”

"I want you to shut up! You are obviously a compulsive liar!"

“Me, the great Merlin, a liar?”

"You aren't Merlin. You're a quack, aren't you? No painting of Merlin was EVER commissioned!"

“That's not entirely true. This one was. For my son and daughter.”

"Will you shut up? I am through with you! You are an accursed nuisance," Hermione said, and she wandered off for a back corner of the library where she prayed to Merlin that she wouldn't be able to hear that damn painting.

“You will hear me out, little witch. Do you want to go mad?” the painting shouted.

"Madness is about the journey, not the destination!" Hermione shouted back, and she placed a silencing ward around her.

“Do you think I would be so easily ignored?” she heard the painting's voice whisper in her ear.

"DAMN YOU!" Hermione screeched.

"We're sorry, Love."

“Go and open the door for my heirs, sweet witch,” he said.

"I don't want any Malfoys near me!"

“You do. Your body is humming with need. You want both of them. You want them to devour you. You will not rest till you are pregnant.”

"No one asked your bloody opinion," Hermione muttered, and she walked toward the main floor double doors.

"Do I get to shower with both of you?" Hermione asked.

“Yes,” Lucius replied grudgingly.

"MERLIN NO!" Draco screamed. He was still up at the second story door.

Hermione walked over and pushed open a main floor door.

"Come in, Lucius," Hermione said.

“Ah, my heirs,” the portrait sighed happily.

“The portrait is speaking?” Lucius said in awe as he ran to the portrait.

"I didn't know he had the powers of stuffing it," Hermione said, with her nose buried in the book.

The portrait stilled then and stopped talking.

“Merlin hasn't spoken in 300 years!” Lucius exclaimed.

“Really? He seemed like he talks everyone who comes here to death.” Hermione continued to read her book, ignorant of Lucius nudity.

"Talk!" Lucius said, glaring at the painting.

Merlin stuck his tongue out at Lucius.

"Oh that is really mature!"

“What was mature witch?” Merlin asked, leering at her. “You are the prettiest witch I've seen in centuries.”

"Hey! Hey! Talk to me!" Lucius said, waving his arms.

Hermione rolled her eyes behind the book. "Lucius, is there anywhere in the library safe from his royal chatterbox?"

“Now witch, if you'd just part your legs a little you'd make me a very happy wizard,” the painting cooed, ignoring Lucius.

"I think you should go fuck yourself!" Hermione said. And she looked around desperately. "Why is there nothing to throw when you really need it?"

"TALK TO ME! TALK TO ME MERLIN!" Lucius said. "I want to talk to you!"

“I guess my heir hasn't turned out very smart, but all the inbreeding would do that. So now witch, will you show me what I want?”

"Do you think you are a player or something?"

“Well, I haven't seen a witch of such beauty, nude at that, for centuries. What's a wizard to do?”

"You have two hands," Hermione said, "And a wonderful imagination to convince yourself of being Merlin. I'm sure I could find a therapist for you."

“Hermione, ask him for a prediction! Something!” Lucius begged.

"Well, Merlin," Hermione said, setting her book down. She lifted the edges of the blanket she was wearing and mock curtsied to him. "What will be the first object that I throw at you?"

“You do not have an object to throw. But I know that you will have two children by two fathers within a year.”

This was whispered in her ear. Lucius could only see the lips of the painting move.

"You're insane," Hermione said, and she stalked about the library.

“What did he say? What did he say?” Lucius asked, looking hopeful.

"He said he is a crack-pot old fool."

“You are just as stubborn. But so are my heirs. They should willingly share your love,” Merlin whispered. “I know you are aching for both of them. You want them to please you.”

"I hope you understand when that painting is at the bottom of the lake tomorrow," Hermione said. "Merlin might like swimming with the fishes."

“You can't remove me! Nothing will move me!”

"What satanic bastard allowed that painting to be hung in this house?" Hermione demanded.

“Hermione, sweet, it is a family heirloom. It has been with us for the last thousand years. He hasn't spoken in 300 years.”

"I wouldn't mind if he waited another 300 to speak again."

"Don't be that way," the voice whispered in her ear.

“He has only spoken to few people in that century.'

“Hermione, Love, what are you doing?” Draco asked, scowling when he saw her standing next to his father in front of the Merlin portrait.

"Draco, Merlin is talking!" Lucius said pointing at Merlin.

"Father, that painting doesn't even move, let alone talk."

Merlin grinned and clapped his hands. “Now you three could show me some action. I don't mind watching,” Merlin said, waggling his eyebrows.

"I don't know if all these books are worth having to suffer YOU!" Hermione said, and she stalked from the library. "Sick voyeur paintings."

"Hermione," Lucius called dashing after her.

“Wait, Love!” Draco said and run after her.

Merlin clapped again. Now this is so going to be interesting. Unlike the centuries of stuck up Pureblood bitches.

Hermione sighed. Maybe the painting couldn't reach her when she wasn't in the library. After all he hadn't spoken before.

"I hate that painting. I hate him," Hermione muttered as she walked into the Lord's Suite.

She flung the door shut behind her, and set the book on the night table

“Darling, you're here,” Draco said with a happy smile.

"I vote that painting off the library wall," Hermione said, crossing her arms. "He is a sick pervert and suffering from delusions.”

“Honey, it is an heirloom, it won't talk again I am sure. Let me help you relax,” Draco purred as he cupped her breasts.

Hermione pushed him away even as heat pooled in her belly.

"You privileges of touching me are revoked!" Hermione said, and she wandered into the bathroom after snatching the book up. She warded the door behind her.

“What did I do, Love? Please let me in? I'll give you a nice shower!”

"You won't be a good boy and share," Hermione said, turning on the tap.

Lilac scented water flowed out and quickly filled the tub.

“I love you, and I want you to love me. I am only yours!”

"As you should be," Hermione said. "But I love you and Lucius! And I blame your crazy 'heirloom' in the library for it!"

“Let me in, will you? I can take your mind off thing,” Draco pleaded.

"No, I want to read. Now go away," Hermione said, even as her body begged to grip blond hair and have a thick Malfoy cock plow her.

Lucius walked into his rooms, wondering what Merlin had told Hermione.

“Father, she's in the bathroom, but won't let me in,” Draco complained.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she heard Draco's complaints. She cast a silencing spell around the tub so she couldn't hear them.
Bellatrix says:
Hermione rolled her eyes as she heard Draco's complaints. She cast a silencing spell around the tub so she couldn't hear them.

“We don't have to whinge to get into the bathroom,” Lucius said as he pushed the handle. The Door gave in, as he was the Lord and these were his rooms.

Hermione was sitting her back to the wall. She didn't even look up as Lucius walked across the floor.

"I suggest that if you want you testicles left intact, you don't get in this water," Hermione said, and she turned the page.

“But we both are here, Love,” Draco said and stepped into the tub.

Hermione's wrist flicked out, and she pressed a silver knife against Draco at the base of his penis.

"Get out!"

“Now, dearest, don't be so harsh to the boy,” Lucius said as he looked at the angry witch.

“You wouldn't hurt me, Love, I know it,” Draco said calmly.

Hermione pressed the knife closer to him. "I will make you sing two octaves higher if you don't get your nasty little bottom out of this tub."

Draco backed up as Hermione set the book on the ledge of the tub.

"Get out!"

“Dearest, what made you so angry?” Lucius asked smoothly.

"The 'heirloom' for starters," Hermione said.

Draco backed out of the water.

“It's the only painting of Merlin ever made. I apologize that he was lewd, but in true history books it is mentioned that he couldn't resist a pretty woman.”

"Stop it! Just stop with acting like it’s Merlin! It’s not Merlin!" Hermione said, picking up the neck rest pillow and screaming into it.

“Love, it is. Just look at the Gringotts record of the painting...”

"Will you just go away?" Hermione asked. "Just go away."

She hated the thought that she had been running around naked before Merlin. It was horrifying.

And he never shut up.

“Hermione I love you. I really do. Don't pay attention to the blasted painting. Let me show you what I feel for you!” Draco pleaded, kneeling next to the tub.

"I want to be Hermione-sandwich," Hermione said, crossing her arms.

“You will get that, Love,” Draco offered, looking pleadingly at Lucius.

"Of course," Lucius said, "if you give me that knife."

Hermione held the knife out to him. Lucius took it and set it on the sink counter.

“Now, Dearest, what do you wish we should do for you?”

Lucius knew that when a witch was mad, she needed some nice soothing.

"I want to sit on your lap, Lucius, and have a back massage. And I want Draco to feed me strawberries dipped in chocolate before bathing me."

Hermione opened her arms to them insistently.

“As you wish, Love,” Draco said and he frowned. She wanted Lucius to be there too. Not fair. Maybe Merlin had something to do with it.

"I will bathe both of you too!" Hermione demanded as both of her gorgeous men climbed into the tub.

“I am happy now,” she said when she had a man on each side.

"Draco, I want my strawberries," Hermione said, as she set to undoing Lucius' hair.

“Of course,” he flicked his wrist and the demanded food was in a bowl nearby.

“I want you to feed me, Draco,” she asked, looking hotly at him.

She leaned back on Lucius' chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. Lucius smiled and wrapped an arm around her stomach and rubbed in little circles.

“Now, you two, don't forget that I'm here, too!” Draco said, hiding his jealousy.

Hermione looked at him and ran her tongue over her lip before she spoke, "I'm waiting to be fed my chocolate covered strawberries."

“Okay,” Draco said and reached for a strawberry.

He dipped it slowly in the chocolate sauce as he stood before her. Hermione stared at Draco with heated eyes.

“You are gorgeous, Draco,” she purred.

She opened her mouth and extended her leg out, wrapping it around Draco's thigh and pulling him close.

“Come here, lover,” she said in a sultry voice.

He obeyed her order, ignoring the fact that she was also near Lucius.

Draco groaned and placed a hand on her cheek. He stared down into her glassy eyes as she leaned forward to accept the treat Draco offered. Draco groaned when she pulled back only after sucking the chocolate from the fruit. Hermione slid up against Draco and pressed her lips to his sharing the flavor of the divine chocolate.

Lucius felt jealous that she was close to his son, but also entranced as he watched them. If he was twenty years younger, it could have been him.

Hermione sighed as she released Draco's lips to fall back against Lucius. Lucius groaned when he felt his shaft gliding between Hermione's legs against her sex without penetrating it. He leaned down and began to suck on her neck.

“So nice to have both to play with,” she murmured as Draco sat down in front of her and took her nipple in his mouth.

Lucius growled and kicked Draco's away. Lucius slid a hand up and cupped her full breast before pinching her nipple.

“Lucius!” Hermione hissed and pulled back.

Draco grasped his erection and faked tears. He fell back and cradled himself. Hermione gathered Draco close, holding his cheek against her heart. Draco smirked at his father, and snuggled Hermione closer mouthing the word, 'mine.'

“Share, Lucius!” Hermione reminded the older man.

"He's faking it," Lucius accused. "He is masturbating right now."

“And even so, you tried to hurt him!”

"I would not kick him there! He is my son!"

Hermione moved away from Lucius.

Lucius reached out and palmed her bottom squeezing to pull her close.

"SHARE!" Lucius said, as Draco put himself between his father and Hermione.

“She's mine,” Draco growled, holding the witch close.

"Two babies by two men," a voice whispered in Hermione's ear.

Hermione shrugged, ignoring the voice.

“Aren't they handsome?” the voice continued, teasing her. “You want them both. And they don't want to share.”

"Go away!" Hermione said, and she pushed Draco away and slapped the water.

“What is it, Love?” Draco asked, reaching for her.

“Which one of you is playing mind games?” she asked, looking angrily at both.

"What is wrong, my sweet?" Lucius asked, reaching for Hermione as she backed away from them

“I think that using unauthorized Legilimency is horrible!”

"I am doing nothing of the sort," Lucius said, taking her and pulling her close. "I swear I wouldn't do that to you." Silver sparkles swirled softly around them.

"I WOULD NEVER!" Draco said, reaching for his Hermione. "I don't even know how."

“Ha, liars!” she yelled.

“Didn't you recognize me, witch? I am Merlin,” the voice said.

"DAMN THAT PAINTING!" Hermione screamed as she climbed from the tub and snatched Lucius' bathrobe. She ran through the door toward the library with water dripping everywhere. “Will you never shut up!” she yelled at the painting.

Merlin was silent as he stared at the dripping wet witch who stood with her legs a little open and the bathrobe hanging on her shoulder.

“So are you going to show me your womanly bits?” he asked, leering at her body.

"You're a pig!" Hermione said, wrapping the robe about herself tightly. "Will you just leave me alone?"

“Not until you listen to what I have to tell you about my prophecy.”

"Spill it," Hermione said, and she flopped down on the leather couch.

"Wait for me!" Lucius said, and the library door slammed shut just as he reached it. "I WANT TO HEAR!"

“Hear what?” Draco said at the lower library door. A gust of wind whipped through the library and blew him out.

Merlin said. "I just want to talk to the most attractive member of the household." Merlin leered at Hermione.

“They are members of the household too!”

"I'll let them in if you do something for me," Merlin said.

“What do I need to do?”

"Take that stuffy robe off, and pleasure yourself," Merlin said, biting his lip as he hid his hands under the table. "I've not seen a woman pleasured in so long."

Hermione scowled. What should she do?

"Please," Merlin said, staring at the tie on her robe. "Please."

“Why should I please you?”

"Why would you want to spite me?"

"Answering a question with a question is immature."

"Well I was painted by a gorgeous woman who got me all hot," Merlin groused. "Blame her for my personality defects. She liked to paint in the nude. And sometimes pleasure herself in between work!”

"You're sick!" Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Just tell me what you want to tell me, and I'll give you a peep show."

“I guess there's no other way you will show me more? I could offer you what you want...”

"And what do I want?" Hermione asked, clutching the robe more tightly around her body.

“I could tell you of my knowledge of the prophecy first. The more you show the more I could teach you.”

"How do I know that the knowledge you have is worth the price I am paying?" Hermione said. "You have sired an entire line of Slytherins. Excuse me for thinking that the starter of them would be a pathological liar."

“Now, now sweet, I am not that bad. It's a pity that here I am portrayed as an older wizard. If only the portrait would be of my younger self. You'd drop your robe in an instant!”

"If you looked anything like your progeny," Hermione muttered.

“Better!” he pouted.

"Doubt it."

“Oh, let me give you a mind image. I will show you how I looked like.”

She nodded and saw a picture projected in her mind. A young, tall muscular man standing shirtless next to a white horse. The man's thick blond hair shone in the light and his bright blue eyes were captivating. Hermione bit her lip as the image crooked a finger at her.

“That can't be you!”

Merlin winked at her. "I swear to you that that was me, little witch."

“Wow, just wow! In wizarding history, you are always described as the man who has the long beard and the piercing eyes.”

“I guess it's the trouble that I did my greatest deeds from the age of 250, when I began to look like that.”

"Hermione! Let us in!" Draco pounded on the door. "I didn't do anything."

“My heirs are good looking too, luckily my genes were strong enough to retain the good looks, or else they might have ended up looking like the Goyles.”

"Why don't you let them in? I think it's time I had another look at them," Hermione said, and she opened the top of the robe to expose her shoulders.

“Oh, I might be persuaded. Show me more!”

"You don't deserve more." Hermione said, and she tucked the robe about herself fully again.

“Fine, I will behave if you open the robe and let me see your chest. I will let them in, too!”

“You never behave,” Hermione pouted.

"I give my word as a gentlewizard."

“Fine!” she said and opened the robe. Merlin sighed as he took in her beautiful form. What would he give to have her!

"Beautiful," he said, fisting himself.

“Dirty old man!” she chided. No wonder that his heirs were so sex needy!

“Let me finish, sweet witch,” the portrait said as Hermione looked away in disgust. What a horrible portrait that one was. She'd never seen other portraits behave that way. Gross.

Merlin slumped back a moment later.

"Will you let Lucius and Draco in now? No offense, but watching you wank isn't as good for me as it is for you," Hermione said, jerking the robe around her shoulders.

“You know, maybe we both should look into some resurrection rites?” Merlin asked. “I am much better than my heirs.”

"Yeah, right," Hermione said, "And much less faithful. I think that is why the Malfoys are only able to be with a witch that they are bound to. Whichever witch thought that one up deserves a prize. Will you let Lucius and Draco in now?"

“Morgana, the wench, did it! She was jealous of my beauty!”

“White lilies. You should rather please me, not her. I am responsible for Muggleborns after all, too!”

"You are responsible?" Hermione said, "Someone has an inflated sense of self-worth. Let Lucius and Draco in."

“I am responsible as I bedded my fair share of pretty Muggles. Sp probably way far off, we might be related.”

"I refuse to be related to you by blood!"

“Probably you aren't as I know my friends also liked a pretty Muggle now and then.”

"Let Lucius and Draco in. The sooner you tell us about the prophecy, the sooner you can shut up," Hermione said as she played with her fingers and curled up in the middle of the couch.

“Fine, you are a feisty one. I always like my women wild and passionate,” he grumbled, letting the door open.

Lucius and Draco almost fell on their faces when the door opened suddenly.

"Well, I am not attracted to men in their two-hundreds at the present time," Hermione snarked. "Your perverted grandfather wants us to get down and dirty here where he can watch."

"EWWW!" Draco exclaimed. "Ewww. You could've kept that to yourself, Love."

"I didn't want to be the only one tormented by that image," Hermione said.

Lucius laughed.

“You both should be decent,” Merlin hummed and suddenly two pairs of robes appeared and covered the Malfoys.

"Thank you," Lucius said, and he slid onto the couch and wrapped an arm around Hermione.

Draco slid on the seat on her other side and began to kiss her neck.

“Now, old dirty codger, tell us what your prophecy is!” Hermione demanded, ignoring Lucius' hand on her thigh.

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I hope you all liked it. Wabbit has a fire proof suit and is still hungry. The thing that I am most curious about is why people read the whole thing when they don't like it and then they flame. Thoughts???

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