Refashioning Affection

Chapter Thirteen: Everything was going so Well.

Hermione woke in the warm curve of Lucius’s body. The sun was bright and peeking through the heavy curtains.

She searched for a clock and was shocked to see that it was nine a.m. She never slept that late. Granted, she wasn’t thoroughly ravished every night either.

Hermione carefully rolled onto her back to stretch her sleepy muscles. She was unaware that Lucius was watching her every move through half-lidded eyes.

He honestly could not get over this witch, or just how much his ideas of her had changed. He had always known she was brilliant, and she had grown into a very beautiful woman; but he had never imagined how suddenly his feelings for her would change or how strong they would be. They had escalated far beyond just lust and admiration.

As she arched her body, the sheet slid down, exposing her chest to his gaze.

Her firm round breasts were just shy of a handful with rosy tips. He couldn’t help himself; he reached out and cupped one, kneading the plump flesh.

“You are stunning,” he whispered, his voice rough from sleep.

“I’m sorry I woke you.” She always seemed to avoid compliments.

“You didn’t wake me, but even if you did, I couldn’t be angry waking up to such a lovely witch, naked in my bed,” he said as his hand traveled to the other breast.

Hermione rolled onto her side and ran her hand through his tussled hair. “Let’s have a shower,” she suggested.

Lucius smiled and pulled her up and out of the tangle of sheets and led her to the bathroom. He kept on smiling at her over his shoulder and she couldn’t help but return the gesture.

The bathroom was incredible, as was to be expected.

“Would you like to shower or have a bath?” he asked has he wrapped his arms around her and pulling her body flush against his own. He looked down at the curly head resting against his chest and let his hands mold to her soft curves.

“I rather like this position,” she explained as she peppered his chest with soft kisses, “so, let’s have a shower.”

He kissed her forehead and reached over to open the glass door of the large shower stall.

The showerhead was the size of a dinner plate and the water started immediately when Lucius stepped onto the mosaic tiled floor.

They moved under the warm spray of the shower, Hermione moaning as she dropped her head back and let the water wash over her.

Lucius stood in front of her, moving his hands over her hair to her back. She could feel his erection, hot and hard on her thigh and grinned.

“There was something I wanted to try last night, but I never got the chance,” she explained as her hands dropped to his hard cock, lightly running her fingers over the length.

“By all means,” he offered.

“Excellent,” she murmured. Lucius growled at her as she lowered herself to her knees.

His cock was magnificent. Just the right length and girth to fill her perfectly, and she fully intended to explore every inch.

She started with a play of gentle kisses up and down while cupping him in her small palm. Lucius let out a groan as he watched her, and the feel of her soft lips was the sweetest torture he could imagine.

He reached down to cup her neck carefully. She took pity as she watched his hard flesh turn deep red and his arousal began to bead on the tip.

She used the tip of her tongue to swirl around the head, taking in his flavor before she took the first few inches in her hot mouth.

Lucius leaned back on the cold, tiled wall to keep himself upright, he moaned out her name as she sucked him deeper.

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After a long shower they made there way back to the bedroom and helped each other dress. Hermione transfigured one of Lucius’s shirts into a skirt and another he made to fit her.

“Are you sure you want to stay for lunch?” he asked.

“Ashamed of me?” she teased.

“Not in the slightest, but they will all know now, and find great joy in teasing us about it.”

“Never fear, Lucius, I am sure I can handle it.”

“Severus and Draco can be rather ruthless when put together.”

“Those two I know I can handle.” She kissed him on the side of his neck and they made their way to the informal dining room.

They walked in to find Draco, Severus and Ron sitting at the table. The men rose as they entered.

“Miss Granger,” her former potions master greeted, his perfect smirk on his lips. She smiled at him, “Good afternoon, Headmaster.”

“Granger, Father, good to see you both up and about.”

“Son,” Lucius gave his son a glare.

“I could say the same to you and Ron.” She smiled at the two of them. Ron had the Weasley blush working its way up his neck but Draco just smirked.

“Hi, ‘Mione,” Ron greeted.

She smiled at him, the blush wasn’t the only thing on his neck; she could see a love bite just below the collar and winked at him, causing him to blush more.

“Let’s sit, shall we?” Lucius gestured to the table laden with all different dishes.

He pulled out the chair to his left for her to sit and then the men took their places. Draco sat to the right of his father with the Headmaster next to him; Ron to the left of Hermione.

Draco watched as his father briefly grasped Hermione’s hand before he began to eat the first course of parsnip and leek soup.

“You may have been right, Uncle,” Draco said.

“About what?”

“Me having competition as sole heir of the Malfoy fortune.” He smirked as Hermione looked up with wide eyes.

“Draco,” the warning voice came not from his father, but Ron.

“What? This old manor could use some little blonde, curly-haired geniuses running amuck.”

“Don’t be silly, Draco.” Hermione forced out a laugh.

“Come now, Granger. I think you would make a good step-mum.” He winked.

“That is enough out of you, Draco,” said Lucius. He had watched Hermione’s body go rigid as his son chattered.

“Father, you need a good little witch-wife…”

“Draco, enough,” Severus ordered. All the men at the table seemed to have tuned into Hermione’s discomfort at the teasing.

“You said yourself, Uncle, Father needs someone to keep things in order around here.”

Hermione had gone rather pale during the taunting. She knew that Draco didn’t mean anything by it, but it had caused some unpleasant memories to rise to the surface of her mind.

“Draco, really,” said Ron as he reached out to rest his hand on Hermione’s shoulder.

“I’m alright, Ron. I must be off, actually,” she lied as she rose, her soup not even half-eaten.

“Hermione, don’t listen to my son. He is just being a brat,” Lucius implored.

Hermione stood up and the men followed suit. “No, it is fine, Lucius. I have some research to do.” She kissed him briefly on the cheek.

“Stay put,” she told the men. “Enjoy your lunch.”

“’Mione…” Ron started to walk toward her.

“I am fine, Ron, promise. Good afternoon, gentlemen.” She made a quick exit through the floo, leaving a very confused Lucius behind. He went to follow her but felt two hands on his shoulders: one belonged to Severus, the other to Ron Weasley.

“Give her some time to cool down. ‘Mione is a bit of a hermit when things like this happen,” Ron advised.

“Anyone care to explain to me what just happened?” asked Lucius asked looking between his son and Ron.

“Draco just brought up the one thing that scares Hermione the most.”

“Marriage?” asked Draco.

“Yes and no, but that is her story to tell,” explained Ron.

“Well, she is not here to explain it to me since my son decided to run his mouth as usual. While I debate whether or not he still needs the power of speech, I will ask Mr. Weasley to give me some clue as to why Hermione flew out of here like the hounds of Hades were on her tail.” His silver eyes looked a bit wild.

“His name is Samson Grey,” Ron said.

“What?”

“That is all I can tell you, Mr. Malfoy. It is her story and her choice whether or not to share it with you.”

“Go to her tomorrow, Lucius, and ask her then,” suggested Severus.

Lucius slumped back into his chair, his appetite completely gone. Everything had been going so well and now it seemed like he was back at square one.

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Hermione was currently curled up in her favorite chair, buried in a pile of blankets, berating herself.

Why was she such a coward? Why did she let him haunt her so much?

She burrowed deeper into her cocoon, blocking out the world.

The fire suddenly went green and the head of Harry Potter popped up.

“’Mione?” he called out, scanning the room and finding her curly hair rising above the colorful blankets.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes…kind of,” she answered.

“Can I come through?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” she said.

In moments Harry was kneeling in front of the chair, his arms wide open. Hermione quickly wrapped herself around her friend.

“What happened?”

“I will never get rid of him. He will always be in my head, taunting me.”

“Grey?”

“Draco was just making fun of Lucius and I and he started going on about marriage and children and being a good little housewife and I felt like I was suffocating. I ran out like a cowardly little lamb.”

“’Mione, you know what Grey told you isn’t true?”

“How would I know? I run whenever anyone gets close. And I think I have ruined things with Lucius; what if he wants all those things and I can’t give them to him?”

She was shaking and Harry pulled her into his lap.

“You are a strong witch, Hermione and you deserve to have everything you dream of. If Lucius cares for you like Ron says he does, you have nothing to fear.”

“Except myself,” she whispered into his neck as they sat there.

As night fell, Harry put Hermione to bed and went home and called Ginny; she would be able to help.

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A/N So Hermione must face herself...

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