Experience

Lisa: Thank you, description is one of my downfalls so I am glad I managed to get my vision across. Yep, it doesn’t look too good re: Mrs Zabini and Snape, does it?



Faye: If you remember Lucius said it didn’t take him long to realise that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. A week is too soon? My mother knew as soon as she laid eyes on my dad that she wanted to marry him, and would have done the next day! They were engaged in little over three months and married a year after they met, but mum would have married my dad the next day if he asked as she knew it was the right thing to do... If you know, why wait? I feel sorry for them to.



Sahira: Yeah, a lump came to my throat when I wrote that. I am glad you like it and here is a long awaited update.



angel: No, Hannah and Blaise – no. Hannah has already thought about the one she wants to end up with. As for Blaise – well...



skye: Chocolate covered Rickman would be cool. Lol, at being sent prototypes... six foot bags? I don’t think so... anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.



Annie: Yeah, she did. But I reckon he broke a few to.



Mary: Mrs Zabini, Snape, Lord Voldemort... wow, the couple have a lot of trouble don’t they... it ain’t over yet!



BuffyXO: Thanks for that. Yes, there is a lot of blocks and lots of trouble ahead, and there’s only another week to go. I felt for Kingsley to. As for Kingsley being the dark, dejected person well – I am trying to write things I normally wouldn’t with the minor characters... besides, Snape is more the dark rival... I hope you like this chapter.



Heather: You and me both... not to sound stupid or anything but what is EMO? I hope this is well worth the wait.



LaBibliographe: Snape, Snape, Snape... yeah, what is he going to do? I got as I was writing it an uncomfortable atmosphere. Maybe because I don’t like Remus... lol! But I got a slight uncomfortable atmosphere when I was writing that scene... He he... find out this chapter!



Dee Dee: Mrs Zabini is a big worry, and I’m not sure about Snape... but hey, he might help someone or himself... or not, it depends where the muse takes me. As for Lucius and Hermione lemons... Hope they were well worth the wait.



Firewall: Don’t you mean Hannah? And no, no Hufflepuff will be with a Slytherin in my stories. I don’t think that they will work. Yeah, I imagine that is what they were really like. I hope chapter 13 is what you’ve been waiting for.



Ms L: Wow, and there’s LOADS on this site. Thanks. I hope you like this addition.



BuckyKattGirl: Lemons are here, sorry they took so long.



jcm: Yep, drama. I love drama. I hope you like the dramatic element here. I hope I am continuing to reel you in my little fish – hahaha!!!



Criosdan: As Hermione, here ya go!



H and Anon: H, okay, do you like the story? Anon, update is here.



SmileZ: Red is the exact opposite, it reminds him she is somewhat forbidden, that’s why I chose that colour. It worked. As for Harry, aw, he didn’t know. I am sure if he did he’d have run a mile before seeing Lucius Malfoy naked. Yep, tonnes of competition! Flattered but I don’t swing that way either... thanks for thinking I rock. Yeah, not even half way through and they’ve done so much already.



ShilohDarke: I hope that this thrills you even more. Loved your update.



snapeslave: And you got it... enjoy reading this chapter.



Intermission



Hermione and Lucius looked forward to their night of passion but it seemed the guests had other plans. They looked at each other with hot longing gazes. The guests that took the longest to leave were Remus and Tonks. It was as if they were doing it deliberately. Hermione knew it was rude to go to bed before the last guests had left. Hermione looked at her watch: If they don’t leave in five minutes I’ll make them! she thought.



Lucius looked at Hermione with a clear look of frustration in his eyes. He wanted them to leave as much as she did but protocol and manners dictated otherwise. It’s not as if they’re saying anything important. He thought. He wanted to be nice to them, as they were effectively family, but if they did not leave in five minutes he’d make them.



Remus looked at his old student and a man he had considered an enemy for most of his life. He narrowed his eyes at Lucius. He wanted to stay here as long as he felt he could. Possibly, if I stay here as long as possible then perhaps they’d be too tired to do anything.



Tonks looked at Hermione and turned her attention to Remus. She sighed and looked down on the floor; she sort of knew why Remus was reluctant to leave but couldn’t he let go already? She understood that Remus kind of felt a little left out; Sirius had Harry, Ron cared for Pettigrew so Remus latched on to Hermione and looked on her as a daughter. Tonks decided to take this into her own hands.



“Come on let’s go Remus,” she said. “I’m getting tired.”



“Really, I’m wide awake,” Remus said.



“I’m tired,” Tonks said taking his hand and getting up. Remus got up but reluctantly.



Lucius got up and Hermione followed. Even Harry and Ginny were getting a bit fed up with having to stay up. Remus glared at Lucius and nodded his head coldly in the blond’s direction. Lucius smiled.



“See you at work,” Lucius said.



“Looking forward to it,” Remus replied. He looked at Hermione. “See you on Monday.”

Hermione nodded. Tonks led Remus out of the sitting room and everyone followed them. They watched Remus and Tonks apparate back to their home. They all wandered back into the Manor.



“Goodnight,” Hannah said brightly. She skipped up the stairs and went into her room. Harry looked at Ginny and smirked. He whispered something in her ear that made her blush. He let go of her hand and she ran up the stairs; he followed. Lucius shook his head and looked at Hermione.



“Come, Hermione,” he said. Hermione smiled cheekily as he led her up to their room.



Lucius looked at the young woman before him and he was feeling nervous all of a sudden. This was it; he was about to give himself to the second woman in his life. He knew all the rumours about him; but hardly any of them were true. He had a couple of girls before Narcissa but he didn’t have any feelings for either of them. He had feelings for Hermione though.



Hermione looked at Lucius and looked down on the floor. She wasn’t nervous but she was shy. She couldn’t wait for Lucius to start. She wondered if she should make the first move, as he seemed to be taking a bloody long time to make it himself. He grinned at her.



“Nervous?” he asked her.



“Hmm, considering I almost did it with Snape, you think I’m nervous of you?”



Lucius tilted his head to one side. “Great,” he said. “Because I am.”



Hermione was flattered. “Thank you.”



His eyes sparkled with apprehension. He took a tentative step her way and lifted her chin up so that their eyes met. His heart thumped in his chest as he brushed his lips against hers. She moaned with pleasure and he smiled.



“After tonight there is no going back, Hermione, you must know that!”



Hermione nodded. She started unbuttoning his waistcoat and shirt. “Can I ask you a question?”



“Ask away,” Lucius said.



“Why did you buy everyone gowns and robes representing their station and yet you bought me this?”



“Well,” Lucius sighed. “This was on order before I found out who you were. Still, I think that this would have suited you far more than the Ravenclaw blue.”



“I look good in blue,” Hermione said.



“I know,” Lucius smirked. “But this makes you look like an angel.”



Hermione looked up at Lucius and she smiled at him. “Well, it looks like I’ll just have to get used to you spoiling me, doesn’t it?”



“I knew you’d come round to it eventually,” Lucius said. He tucked a coil of her hair behind her ear and leant in to kiss her jaw. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed as their bodies moved closer together. She turned her head up exposing her throat to his satin lips. He spread a line of hot feathery kisses along her jaw and down her throat. He placed his hands around her back and found the zip to her dress. He stepped around and slowly let the zip travel down her spine kissing the flesh being exposed inch by inch. Hermione moaned louder with each hot touch on her back. Once the zip had reached the bottom of the line at the small of her back Lucius spread the dress further apart sliding it off her arms. He pulled the dress off her body and she stepped out of it.



“Your turn,” she said. He nodded.



She finished unbuttoning his waistcoat and shirt. She kissed his chest. He fisted his hands in her hair as her tongue circled around his already erect nipple. She pinched it with her teeth and glanced at him to see his reaction. His eyes were hooded and there was a kind of far away look in them. She knew she was doing something right. She smiled as she stepped away to view her handiwork.



“You didn’t finish the job, Miss Granger, I order you to make me fully naked.”



“You know I said I wasn’t nervous,” Hermione replied. He nodded. “Well, I am now.”



Lucius smirked. “Why don’t you go lie down on the bed and let me come to you then. I understand.”



Hermione smiled and sighed with relief. She kicked the dress out of the way and ran over to the bed. She laid down on her back awaiting her Lord to come to her. Lucius looked at her and his eyes began to sparkle and glitter. This is not going to be so bad after all.



He took his shoes and socks off and then let down his trousers. He had gone commando and Hermione blushed at the sudden exposure of his very erect penis standing to attention.



“It won’t fit,” she gasped. “Surely, it won’t fit.”



Lucius stalked up to her and placed his hands and knees on the mattress. He was grinning like a Chesire Cat that had found the extra thick double cream. She smiled back at him. She hadn’t gone commando. Lucius found the white underwear he had chosen for her quite stunning on her. He knew she’d look sexy but he didn’t picture it the way she looked now.



“Rest assured, Hermione, it will fit.”



Hermione gulped. She had only had Blaise and his was not nearly as big. She stroked his sides and stopped when she reached the nape of his neck. He smiled when he felt her light touch on his skin.



“Lucius?” Hermione whispered.



“Yes, my dear?” he said.



“I never would have thought that I’d be gaining this much experience when I put the suggestion in the box.”



“Hmm,” he said. “Well, you are at the age where you should be getting as much experience as possible.”



He murmured before he swept a hot gaze down her body. He unhooked the suspenders from the stockings and kissed her thighs. She held his head there. Oh Merlin, please! She thought. Please, release me.



Lucius let his hands crawl up her body and she arched her hips up as his hands touched her. He slithered back up her body. Her breasts were alert and ready to be sucked. They were straining against the cups of her corset. Lucius took one in his hot mouth and began to suck it. He stroked down her sides as she raised her body up further and urging him to take all her breast in his mouth. She grasped his hair as he sucked in her breast inside his hungry mouth.



She sighed and moaned, and began to feel the restrictions of the corset as her breasts strained against the silky fabric. Lucius reached around and unclasped the corset at the back. She smiled at her lover. He slid the straps down her arms and peeled it off her body.



“Hermione,” Lucius whispered. He placed his mouth on her bellybutton and sucked around the skin. She began to giggle. He liked the sound of her giggle vibrating through her body onto his.



He licked from her naval to her chin and smiled as he captured her lips with his. He pulled down her panties and stroked her triangle.



“Oh, Lucius, please don’t make me hang on.”



Lucius grinned. “I want to worship you more, Hermione.”



Hermione laid her head back on the mattress. “This is sweet torture, such sweet torture.”



She clamped her hands around his head and looked down on him smiling. He looked up at her. His smirk grew even wider. If he was nervous before he wasn’t now. He felt that this was right. He felt right. He looked into her honey eyes; they were glowing amber with the passion that she was feeling. She was so damn beautiful.



She was stroking his face, brushing his blond locks aside. “Hermione, you are indeed to be worshipped.”



She sighed. “Then do so,” she said. “Quickly, before I break apart.”



Lucius captured her lips with his again; he rolled his tongue around inside her mouth. Her hips rose up and she began to grind against him. He groaned as he felt her vagina press against his penis. He slid his tongue further inside her mouth. Hermione ran her hands up and down his back and she gently dug her nails into his sweaty slippery flesh.



He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. Both were puffing and panting. He kissed along her jaw line again and spread even hotter feathery kisses down to her breasts. He again took one in his mouth; he licked the dripping sweat and sucked her taste. He inhaled her scent. He swapped breasts and then sank further down her body. He got to her legs and the scent of her sex invaded his nostrils, he almost lost his resolve that moment but he regained control.



He kissed every inch of her thigh and licked her kneecap. He slid his tongue down her shin and held her calf in his hands as he raised her feet. He looked at the toes. The big one was only slightly misshapen. He looked at the toe and then he looked into Hermione’s eyes.



“What happened to your toe?” he asked her.



“An accident when I was little,” she answered.



“It doesn’t look like an accident. What happened, Hermione?”



“A girl almost burned my feet when I was little during a play when she was acting a village peasant and I was the local Witch... the teachers stopped her just in time.”



Lucius eyes burned with fury. “A muggle did this?”



“I was in the muggle world,” she said. “It’s nothing. I’ve learned to live with it, so can you!”



Lucius frowned. He dragged the toe to his mouth. “Looks like I’ll have to kiss it better,” he purred.



Hermione sighed as he sucked her toe. His thumbs were pressing into the soul of her foot, massaging and easing it. She laid her head back letting him do what he wanted with her.



He licked the centre of the sole of her foot causing her to murmur and groan. He gently placed the heel of her foot back on the mattress. He then began to massage, lick and suck her other foot. His hands then began to caress her other calf as he licked and kissed her other shin. He licked her other kneecap and kissed every inch of her other thigh; and the scent of her sex invaded his nostrils again. This time he did lose control.



He pulled her leg down so that her face met with his and he stared at her. He spread her legs wide apart and placed his hands palms down on the mattress beside her head. He positioned his penis at her entrance and she nodded. He gently slid his erection inside her wet walls and she gasped.



“Did I hurt you?” he asked her.



“No,” she sighed. “But oh -!”



He slipped out of her but only for a second; he thrust harder into her. She threw her head back on the mattress panting so hard. He loved the look in her eyes. He slipped out of her slowly again only to thrust harder than the first time. She felt her emotions rip and a whole new meaning of the word happiness turned up in her own personal dictionary.



She was about to lean up to kiss him, but he had taken control, and now he was pushing and pounding into her like crazy. Six months of not having had sex had taken its toll and now he was being sated and used his body decided to take control. He grunted and groaned as he kept thrusting inside her body.



She moaned, murmured, and purred as he continued thrusting and pushing inside her. She twisted underneath his body, and the black satin sheets were sticking to her body. She raised her head up and began to lick the sweat off his throat. The salty taste of the sweat on her lips made her thrust upwards.



She clamped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his naked butt pushing him, urging him to go as far inside her as possible. He kissed her face and she licked her lips in anticipation for his tongue to go inside her mouth. She parted her mouth wide wanting it to go deep inside her mouth.



He obliged her and as he was kissing her he thrust deep inside her body. He broke the kiss as her vagina met his balls; she thrust up as he thrust down. Their bodies connecting in such a way that Hermione felt they would never be separate entities ever again.



She thrust up and yelled his name as he thrust down. He thrust down into her again causing her to scream his name and he groaned out hers; his face twisted with the effort as he emptied his seed into her unprotected womb.



He flopped down on her and smiled as he stroked her sweaty hair aside. “Wow,” he breathed. “Wow. Absolutely brilliant! You were absolutely brilliant.”



Hermione blushed. “I may be inexperienced but I can tell you did most of the work.”



“Exactly the way I like it,” Lucius said. “You did use your initiative when I wanted you to. You were so wonderful.”



Hermione smiled as she looked into his bright, shining, beautiful blue eyes. “You look more alive now than you ever have done.”



Lucius turned his head and nuzzled into her neck. He pressed his lips against her neck. “You did that to me.”



Hermione turned her head around and her lips landed on his eye. He sighed against her neck causing her skin to form gooseflesh. She looked at him. He slid off her body and laid flat on his back staring up into the roof of his bed.



“I don’t remember feeling this happy since I got the letter, and even then it is magnified a hundred times.”



Lucius grinned. “It’s supposed to be like that. It sounds like I did my job right.”



Hermione blushed as she turned around and propped her elbow up and placed the side of her head in her hand to look at his profile. “Can I say something?”



“Go on,” Lucius said turning his head around to look at her.



“When you dragged me into the shadows to avoid Umbridge on Monday, I, um, kind of wanted you to kiss me then, does that mean I’m a slut?”



“No, of course not,” Lucius said reaching over and placing a coil of damp hair behind her ear. “There is nothing wrong with wanting to kiss someone you are attracted to on the first day. I wanted to kiss you then to,” he said.



Hermione sighed. He reached out and placed an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. She snuggled into his embrace letting their sweat mix and mingle. Lucius reached up and dragged down a couple of pillows and placed one under her head and then one under his. He pulled the sheets over and wrapped them up. Soon they were wrapped in a green and black satin cocoon.



“Sweet dreams,” Hermione murmured.



“I will have sweet dreams, don’t worry,” Lucius sighed. He kissed the top of her head as she snuggled further into his body. She felt strong and safe in his arms. Protected. She felt that she was not going to be harmed at all if she stayed in his big strong arms.



He felt loved again. He felt alive. He also felt as if he had a use again; another reason to live. When Narcissa and Draco had been taken from him he had lost that reason; but tonight – tonight, he had another reason to live. He had a new reason to look at the sunshine and smile, a new reason to feel grateful for the food and drink.



He looked at the sleeping woman in his arms and smiled. The moonlight crept into the room outlining her frame in its silverescence. Her golden hair was haloed in its luminescent quality making the crown of her head shine.



She looked so beautiful sleeping against his body; she looked so sweet, and innocent wrapped up in his arms. She didn’t seem like the type of woman to turn a witch in a half toad. She didn’t seem the type of Witch to write the word Snitch across a girls face with a carefully constructed charm. She most certainly didn’t seem the type of woman to play the jealous game.



He watched her breathing. Her breasts rose and fell with each soft passing breath on his chest. He rolled her on her back so that he could see her in the moonlight. Now I wished I had let Draco follow his heart in the first place, he bitterly thought. If I had he might be alive now. I have taken what should have belonged to my son.



“Don’t feel guilty, father,” a voice said in the room. Lucius looked up and a pale light crept out of the shadows. “I forgive you. She wants you. She loves you. She might have given me a chance, father, but she would not have married me. She wants to marry you. I am here to absolve you of all your guilt.” Draco’s evanescent form walked up to them. He tilted his head to one side. “I wished I could have taken her to the Prom.” He looked up into his father’s eyes. “Go to sleep, father. Dream of the woman lying in your arms. Dream of the child that you may have just given her. Dream of happiness. Please, father, do not feel guilty again. I forgive you!”



Lucius sighed at his son. “I hope you know that I did love you in my own little way.”



But the silvery vaporous form of his son had disappeared. Hermione stirred and murmured in his arms. Lucius sighed again as he settled down and held her tightly to his body and drifted off to sleep with her in his arms.



They were in a garden. His garden. Hermione was wearing a flower print dress with a straw hat; a girl ran up to them holding a bunch of daises and buttercups in her hand and gave them to her mother. The girl had silver hair and silver eyes. She was pale and beautiful. He heard her laugh and it was just as silvery as her hair and eyes.



Hermione turned around and picked up a toddler. It was a boy. He had apple cheeks, and brown curly hair and eyes. Freckles covered his face and nose. His laugh was earthier; and he seemed a big, boisterous boy. The sun was shining and they were happy.



Then something happened. Something horrible. Storm clouds gathered and rain began to fall. Lightning struck and Hermione looked at her children. The boy had changed. He was no longer bright eyed and smiling; he had turned. His face contorted in anger and his eyes glowed red...



Lucius woke up sweating. He turned to look at the sleeping form of Hermione. Her brow creased and she moaned and tossed her head, Lucius knew she must have had a similar dream to him. No, please, not her. Not her!



A/N – Sorry this took so damn long gals. I had writers block half way through the lemons... what a time to get them eh? Anyway, here’s more. So, what did you think?