All the way II: And Even Further

With his hand on the small of her back, Severus guided Hermione into their bedroom. As soon as they were in bed, he pulled her to him.



She was his world. Not that Eileen wasn't, because she was, but it just felt like Eileen would always be there, around the house, around the school, around him. He felt that he could protect her easier than he could protect his wife. His silly, foolhardy wife, who just happened to own his heart and soul.



Severus just couldn't get over it, which he found strange, because it was Hermione who been attacked, in her own home, with her parents, by Death Eaters. He didn't even want to think about what would have happened that night. And he didn't dare ask, for he was scared of the answer, quite selfishly.



Hermione amazed him. She simply amazed him. He had never realized her vulnerability, but now he looked back, there where times when she had looked so helpless and exposed.



And Severus realized that, whatever he had thought before he found out about that event in her life, she was never open with him. She hardly ever cried, she was rarely anything but happy, almost always smiling, always agreeing with every one.



She may mask it well, but she was closed to every one; even him.



But sometimes, her mask cracked. Like today, when - for the first time in ages - she had shown worry. For her daughter. For the future of her friendship with Weasley. And maybe, for herself, slightly.



Hermione rested her head on his chest. Severus stroked her cheek, absentmindedly, his mind buzzing, trying to work out what to do to stop the repeated emotional blows that kept crashing down on his wife, trying to work out a way to protect her like he was be able to protect his daughter.



And Severus realized that he could protect his daughter because Eileen did not have the mask that her mother did.



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Annie pulled the invisibility cloak tighter around her as she walked passed the wall for the third time. When she turned around, the door had appeared and she hurried through.



"At last..." Lucius drawled as she pulled the cloak off, "I was beginning to think you weren't coming "



Annie threw the cloak of the arm of a chair and looked around the dimly lit room, finally finding him sprawled on his back, on a large double bed.



"Well," She smiled, "You can't hide anything from me in here."



"Why would I want to hide something from you?" He smirked as she crawled onto the bed next to him.



"I'm hoping you wouldn't." Then she smiled teasingly and crawled over the bed, to his side slide, her hands over the silk sheets suggestively, "Looks like you already have something in mind."



"Maybe..." He said as she, at last, knelt next to him.



Slate grey eyes flashed. One long fingered hand curled in her flaming hair, while the other snaked around her shoulder, pushing her down to meet his mouth with hers.



Electric. That was the only way to describe the sensations being produced by the hand moving over the skin of Annies' back. She had never felt like this. Never felt this excited. This explosive.



She knew he was new at this. All new. Because it would be all around the school if some one had managed to bed Lucius Malfoy, the great Slytherin charmer.



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Lucius knew he was conceited when he wondered how he had managed to get the hottest girl in the school in this position and then proceed to answer himself with because I’m me, of course. He also knew she was in one hell of a position!



He had never read a romance novel, but he supposed this part of his life would be described something like this;



Her skin was like nothing he had ever touched, like satin and silk, hot and yielding under his gently caressing hands. His blood was rushing in his ears, his heart racing. His was vaguely aware of their clothes being disposed of, but his need, his hunger for her was too great.



Lucius nearly snorted aloud; what ridiculous nonsense those stories were. He was not going to admit he actually felt like that. He was not.



Although, he wasn't quiet sure where his shirt was. Or hers for that matter. And where was her skirt! Not that he was complaining of course.



Hey! Nice view!



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Annie was amazed at how slate grey eyes could melt into liquid mercury so easily. It surprised her at how hot that was. Hell, Lucius was hot all over.



He seemed to be a bit overwhelmed, leaving Annie to rid them of their clothes. Not that she minded; the less clothes the better. He even seemed arrogant now, when he was breathing heavily, when he was touching her so carefully, yet so hungrily, when he was kissing her with so much passion and so much fire. He just lay there and let her do most of the work.



However, she had the feeling that, once this new experience was over, he would be far more domineering. He would be in his finest hour, controlling her pleasure. That would be an ego trip.



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Lucius wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he was sure he must be dreaming, because this was too good. He knew he would die from this pleasure. He knew it.



She was every where. Her hands. Her mouth. Her hair. Every where. And bloody mother of Merlin! She was so hot, and sexy, and just plain gorgeous.



The noises. She was making the most beautiful noises as his hands became acquainted with her body. And his heart almost stopped; her hands were so much better than his own.



He had never known feelings like this. Not just the physical feelings, the emotional ones, as well, but they were pushed from his mind; her mouth was so much better than her hands.



And then he was lost. Flying, soaring, turning, floating, high, higher. Shuddering, shivering, moaning, pulling, pushing. And then she came up and kissed him. And he could taste her and him, and heaven and earth, and everything in between. And then he was falling, back down, back onto the bed, back beside her, back to the pleasure. The unrelenting, unyielding, unforgiving, torturous pleasure.



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When Annie was sure that his body, at leased, had recovered and was ready, she took a deep breath and moved over him. It was now or never.



What was she thinking? She was never nervous. Never. Not even now. Ok, she was now. But she was feeling so much euphoria, she couldn't stop now.



When she sunk down, before he was even in, she could see the insecurity in his eyes. He reached up and stroked her hair.



"You know..." He whispered, "You know I’ve never done this. I might not be... you know... what you expect..."



Annie smiled gently, "I don't expect anything."



"Good," he sighed, "Because I... don't know if I’ll be very good..."



Annie kissed him, "Fine, coz I don't know what I’ll be like either. We can find out together."



Confusion was evident on his face as Annie took a deep breath and pushed herself down.