Lucius\' Bookshelves

Chapter 14

“If you could do anything in the world, what would you do?”

Hermione looked over at Lucius, the glass of scotch cradled in her hand. “Well, if I didn’t have to work, I’d probably study. There’s so much to learn, so many things that I’m interested in. I mean, I wouldn’t become a full-time student. I’d like to take maybe one class at a time, so that I could really get into the subject – whatever it happened to be. I’d like to be able to study a bit, exercise – swim or ride or something - read a lot, and, erm…” she paused, blushing.

Lucius grinned. He’d definitely like to make sure that her day included a lot of ‘erm’ too. “No burning desire to continue to work for the Ministry?”

Hermione shook her head, rolling her eyes at his deliberate – and – p – pun. Another slice of Lucius’ life that she would have never imagined existed. “No. I’m not sure what I’ll do, wor working for the Ministry is certainly not on my short list.”

Lucius’ eyes snapped to hers. “What do you mean, ‘you’re not sure what you’re going to do’? Hermione,” his voice lowered, “I told you yesterday that I can give you almost anything you want.” The grey eyes narrowed. “Did you not believe me, or do you just not want anything from me?”

Hermione quickly shook her head. “No. I didn’t mean that – I just didn’t realize that you were serious.”

“One thing you will quickly learn about me, Hermione, is that it is a rare occasion when I say something that I don’t mean.” He paused, deliberately softening his voice. “However, if it bothers you to be a ‘kept woman’, let me deposit a sum of money in an account for you at Gringotts in exchange for cataloguing my library. It will be your money – I will not have access to the account, other than to make the deposit.” Well, and to make sure that she had any other money she needed. But there was no need to tell her that. He had to handle this delicately, so she didn’t think he was trying to buy her.

Hermione smiled. “Thank you. That’s nice of you, but the Ministry is already paying me to do that, and I might as well do it at their expense.” She still felt a little hesitant about taking Lucius\' money.

Lucius cut her off again. “The Ministry? I know what the Ministry pays. Besides, it wouldn’t be right for me to take a copy of your work with out paying you a decent wage for it.” Damn you, Hermione. Don’t argue with me.

Lucius’ voice was soft, but his eyes were still steely. Hermione nodded, smiling. “Okay. You’ve twisted my arm.”

“Good. There is a stipulation, however.” He paused dramatically.

Hermione nodded, “And what is that?” she asked calmly, waiting for him to explain, a small smile on her face.

“I will not have you working more than 3 hours a day. I’d like you to have some free time for,” he paused, smirking, “other pursuits.”

Hermione struggled to keep a straight face as she nodded. “As you wish.”

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Hermione was still swimming laps, and didn’t notice Lucius walk over to the hot tub, remove his thick terrycloth bathrobe, and slide into the steaming water. Lucius watched Hermione as she stopped swimming, removed her swim cap and goggles, and pushed herself out of the pool. The cool water of the swimming pool had tightened her nipples into hard buds, and the form-fitting swimsuit accented her full breasts, flat stomach and strong body. He couldn’t help but stare, knowing that she wouldn’t see him until she came right over to the hot tub, because the hot tub was elevated above the height of the pool, and the patio.

Hermione walked up the several steps to the hot tub, and was surprised to see Lucius there, his hair damp, hanging loose, his upper torso exposed. Oh gods. She still wasn’t used to the reaction his body caused in hers. Damn. The muscle tone on him. His powerful shoulders. She swallowed.

Lucius smiled. Hermione’s lust was apparent, as his soon would be. His eyes kept being drawn back to the material of her swimsuit puckering over her nipples. Gods. He’d love to take them in his mouth, one by one, teasing her, making her mewl with pleasure. A little teasing might be in order here.

She settled herself into the water, letting the heat drive away the lingering cold from the pool, noticing briefly that Lucius’ nipples were hard, too. So she wasn’t the only one who was interested at the moment. “This feels so good,” she sighed, closing her eyes, seeing if it would bring a reaction from him.

Lucius smiled. She thought she was going to tease him? He’d just have to return the favor, and show her that he wasn’t even thinking in that direction. “Do you want something to drink? I tend to get thirsty in here, and I always find myself summoning something from the elves.”

Hermione opened her eyes. Gods. Her pulse was hammering in her veins. “Uh. Yes. Please. Some cold water would be really nice.”

Lucius chuckled. “Water? You don’t want anything else? Wine? A beer-“ he was cut off by Hermione’s spluttering.

“Beer? Are you kidding me?” A broad grin belied her tone. “I wouldn’t have thought that you would have even had beer here… I mean, you’ve got a wine cellar that’s larger than my apartment in London. And I wouldn’t have taken you for a beer drinker.”

Lucius’ eyes glittered. “I’m not. The elves can bring in any thing – from anywhere – at a moment’s notice. House elf magic, you know. Do you want a beer?”

“Uh. No. Thanks. Um. I guess wine would be nice. But some water too – swimming always makes me thirsty.” She paused, still controlling her giggles. “Beer? Who’d have thought?”

Lucius rolled his eyes jokingly. Gods. Did she realize that she was one of the few people who had ever laughed at him? Well, and lived to tell about it, he amended quickly.

Within moments, the drinks arrived next to Lu. H. Hermione stood up and stepped over to Lucius, slipping suddenly on the tile of the hot tub. Lucius grabbed her hand ostensibly to right her, and pulled her to him. Putting her hand out to brace herself, Hermione grabbed Lucius’ shoulder. The combined forces resulted in Hermione on Lucius’ lap.

Hermione found one of her hands around Lucius’ shoulders, while the other was firmly in Lucius’ grip. She blushed deeply. “I am so sorry. I’m not usually so much of a dork,” she laughed nervously, not wanting to have to remove herself from Lucius’ lap.

Lucius couldn’t help but whisper a brief prayer to the gods for the minor miracle that delivered Hermione to his front door weeks ago. She squirmed in his lap as she settled herself in his arms. “Not at all, my dear. I just assumed that you wanted to see me, but you were too shy,” he smirked.

“I’m shy? You were the one lurking in the hot tub, not bothering to warn me. And besides, you’re the one with the bewitched tiles, making them extra slippery. You were probably just waiting for the opportunity when I would fall into your arms,” her indignation was belied by the grin on her face.

Lucius continued to smirk. “I think you just didn’t know how to get my attention in a subtle manner, and so you found yourself resorting to more obvious tactics.” He paused, watching her trying to determine if he were teasing. “Of course, it would have been more successful if you had managed to end up facing me, and not with your shoulder in my chin.” His smirk broadened into a smile.

Hermione tried glaring at Lucius but she couldn’t keep a straight face long enough to be effective. She started to giggle, and he ran his fingers along the lines of her shoulders. Gods. He wanted her Nod Nodding, Hermione stood up briefly, and tried not to knee Lucius in the chin as she brought one leg over him. She settled back down uncertainly, straddling him, trying to keep from immediately pressing her groin to his.

Lucius put his arms around her back, and pulled her into him, his lips meeting hers, her arms around his neck, the drying strands of his hair tickling her fingers. Hermione didn’t pause to think; she opened her mouth, and willingly met Lucius’ tongue with hers. She buried her fingers in his h and and he groaned deeply, pulling her closer to him, his own fingers snaking through her hair.

Hermione slid up Lucius’ thighs until she felt his cock pressing against her. Lucius’ mouth withdrew from hers, and began to slowly work down her throat, his mouth nipping and teasing as the woman in his arms squirmed with pleasure.

Gods. Such exquisite torture. He planned on taking her right here, but he wanted her to be a quivering mess before he did. She made such lovely noises. He slowly raised his hips, pressing his cock against the lycra-covered cleft between her legs, as was rewarded with her grinding her hips against him in response. He grinned hungrily before he lowered his mouth to her hard nipple, nipping at it through the material. Hermione leaned back to give him better access, his mouth sending bolts of heat to her core with each ministration, while her own fingers teased the strong line of his jaw.

A growl deep in Hermione’s throat, coupled with the rhythmic working of her hips against him told Lucius that she was definitely getting close. Hermione’s fingers were now brushing over his nipples lightly, his own fire burning. He moved to cup her sex with his hands, wanting to tease her through the material.

“Mr. Malfoy! Young Master Draco and Master Harry have arrived!” The shrill voice of the house elf tore into Lucius’ haze of sensations. Hermione practically leapt off his lap, her face ralthalthough from the heat of the water, their activities immediately prior to the interruption, or embarrassment, he couldn’t say.

“Already?” was all Lucius could choke out. “Damn. I just owled them yesterday,” he muttered. He looked at Hermione, lust still blazing in his eyes. “We’ll have to take this up again later, I’m afraid,” he told Hermione, trying to control his desire to take her regardless of the fact that his son and his son’s lover were in the foyer.

Hermione nodded disappointedly in response. “I guess I’ll go get changed.”

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A/N: Glad to hear that you liked the spanking! It was a lot of fun to write, and there is most definitely a dungeon scene coming up, although it may take me a bit to get there. I have been working on the next chapter, and this part was originally part of it, but the next part (i.e. Harry’s and Draco’s reaction) is already a bit longer than I had anticipated, so I thought I’d just post this now, and get the rest up when I finally get it finished. (This damn work stuff keeps interfering with my entertainment. Gah!)

Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews – I am glad that everyone is enjoying this. Lucius is such a fun guy to write, although it is sort of difficult to get him a little bit out of the ‘complete and utter bastard’ role that he does so well! (And while the little beer interlude is sort of out of place, it just cracked me up when I wrote it, and I couldn’t bear to take it out!)

Also, thanks for the emails. I haven’t had much of a chance to answer them lately (again, it is this silly work stuff), but I am going to try to catch up this afternoon. Thank you all, with extra special thanks to the Lady who shall remain nameless who has been feeding me a steady diet of Jason Isaacs pictures. *sigh.