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ooo and so the plot thickens... love you all and love the reviews :) I just had to post this before I get tanked tonight and might forget *lol* ps: don't forget to read the OFC's hehe Flame and Pandora! - Love Esme
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Hermione was too caught up in her own victories and
the giddy excited feeling she got when she stood near
Lucius to realize just how much Viktor had to drink
that evening.

He and Ron had retreated to a far corner of the
extravagant ballroom and were in the middle of a very
high stakes drinking competition. Viktor was on his
18th shot of fire whiskey, while Ron was on his 19th.
Harry had chosen to mediate the game; his bet was on
Ron, an Irishman with a good several inches on Viktor.
It was Ireland vs. Bulgaria all over again Harry would
coax.

Ron won when he gulped down the 20th shot; face redder
than his hair and his bow tie half twisted off
him. Viktor still managed to stand from the table, his
hot Bulgarian blood simmered at losing, and boiled
over when he saw Hermione dancing with Lucius, they
were pressed so close together and Lucius casually
slipped his hand over her ass, quickly, before anyone
else noticed he rested his hand back on her hip.
Viktor stormed from the table while Harry helped Ron
off the floor after falling from his chair in
excitement of his victory for Ireland.

Viktor stumbled through the crowd of people and
accidentally bumped into Narcissa while she was
dancing with Kingsley Shackbolt. “Oh Mr. Krum!” she
said in a breathy voice. Narcissa had had a few too
many glasses of merlot that night as well and had
fallen against the Bulgarian. Viktor’s hands fumbled
to help her stand properly and he roughly grabbed her
tight little ass. He effectively pulled the proverbial
stick from Narcissa’s ass that night and she gave him
a lustful wink as Viktor disappeared back into the
crowd.

Lucius and Hermione had never noticed the shuffle
between Narcissa and Viktor as they danced in a
comfortable silence. The pair kept catching each
other’s eyes. Hermione could not decide where to
keep her eyes, every part of him made her want to rip
his clothes off. She felt herself grow light headed
when Lucius smiled warmly down at her. Viktor slowly
and clumsily caught up with them, feeling light headed
himself, he roughly gripped Lucius shoulder. “Get off her Malfoy” he slurred.

Lucius looked disdainfully down at the drunken seeker.
“Can I help you?” Lucius said snidely. “You’re trying to put a hole in my woman!”
Viktor snarled in rage.

Hermione covered her face in embarrassment as people
started to notice the scene Viktor was making.
Suddenly Viktor took a swing at Lucius, but the blonde
caught his arm tightly in his strong hand. “Mr. Krum,
you’ve had entirely too much to drink tonight I think
you better settle down” he gracefully informed Viktor
in a low and threatening tone.

The Bulgarian’s eyes flashed in anger, but quickly
rolled back into his head as he passed out drunk,
slumping against Lucius’s shoulder. Lucius gave
Hermione an annoyed glance as he quickly drug Viktor
off the dance floor. Lucius would have gladly thrown his
drunken nuisance of a guest into the dungeons for the night,
but knew Hermione would never stand for it.

He grudgingly trudged past the secret door to the dungeons, hidden
in the fine cherry wood paneling of the ballroom. Hermione tagged along
behind them, a deep crimson blush on her cheeks. Why did every ball
she attended with Viktor end in some form of scandal? She thought bitterly.

Lucius unceremoniously dropped Viktor onto a large leather couch
in the hallway adjoining the ballroom. “I am so sorry Lucius, I’ll take him home now, he’s
made such a scene as it is… and this night was so perfect too” she
said dejectedly. “You will do no such thing, he is in no shape to floo
back to the Ministry, nor apparate, I insist you stay the night” he said sternly.

Her face turned an even darker shade of crimson “We really shouldn’t we’ve
imposed upon you enough tonight” she trailed on.

“It will be a great insult to me if you do not
acquiesce to my request Hermione” he said silkily. She
gave him a pleading look and he took her hand in his

“You will stay in a guest room, many officials are
staying as well, it is no bother to accommodate my
prized employee” he soothed as he patter her hand.

“Thank you for your hospitality, and I can’t apologize
enough for Viktor’s actions tonight” she said as she
pushed a few stray curls from her eyes. Lucius trapped
her hand between his and tugged her closer to him

“You don’t need to apologize for his actions, it’s your
actions that I am a little disappointed in actually”
he whispered curtly. “what are you getting at?” she
whispered back angrily.

“Not here, it is unimportant at the moment, let me show
you to your rooms” he said with a nod. Hermione
followed Lucius as he levitated Viktor through the
hallways of the Manor, quite tempted to drop him down
several flights of stairs. They made it safely to a
large guest room and Lucius dropped Viktor on the
floor next to the bed. “You will find everything you
need here, something to sleep in, and your bath is
adjoining this room” he drawled.

Hermione looked down at Viktor lying supinely on the
floor, he had made a fool of her tonight, and she
decided he could stay on the floor. She gently grabbed
a pillow from the bed and tucked it under his head. To
Lucius great pleasure, they would not be sharing a
bed tonight. He wanted to throw her on the bed and
never unsheathe himself from her folds again, but
swallowed his lust and bade her a goodnight. When he
shut the door behind him, she leaned against the door,
wishing he had never left her room. She could still
catch his expensive scent that made her loins flood
with arousal. She slumped against the door and slid to
the floor, she wanted him so bad it was hurting.

As he left her room, he popped her coin into his mouth
and sucked on it gently as he went back down to the
ball. She felt the sensation sear through her and
rubbed at her breasts furiously over her red dress.

She stared at Viktor’s unconscious body on the floor.
What a fiasco, how could he be so careless tonight? He
Didn’t deserve to be fucked tonight she thought
darkly. Lucius made her so hot tonight she couldn’t
stop thinking about him as she undressed and slipped
into her steaming hot bubble bath. Just thinking about
him pressed so closed to her while they danced made
her hands roam her body.

She could feel him sucking on her coin at various
times, and she found her release by her own hands in
the bubble bath. She enjoyed the orbs; she had become
attached to them by now. Lucius gave the elves his
directions and was saying goodbye to all his guests.
Many officials and guests stayed over that night in
Malfoy Manor and Lucius was ensuring no one would be
interrupting what he had in store for his Hermione
tonight. How often would he get the chance to fuck her
in his own home, with half the Ministry just a few
rooms away? he thought with a devious glint in his eye.


He had everyone squared away and he retired to his
room. Narcissa was passed out drunk in their bed, and
she was spread out on both her and his side of the
bed. He unceremoniously rolled her over to her side
and covered her under the blankets.

He sat in the darkness of his vast bedroom, his hands
folded across his stomach and a look of deep
contemplation across his aristocratic face. He was
thinking of her, again, he scolded himself. She was
luminous when she slipped her arms around him, he had
never been held like that in his life, her arms were
full of warmth and acceptance and joy, she didn’t care
who saw, she just needed to embrace him.

It melted all the ice that had encased his heart for decades.
After the scene Krum made tonight, he would be in the doghouse
and she wouldn’t be seeking her release from him he thought smugly.
It would be perfect to swoop in and woo her after Krum’s party foul tonight.

He wanted to talk to her, be with her somehow, and
right now he thought impatiently. Lucius kept
“Hermione’s coin” with him at all times and discreetly
took it from his robe pocket and popped it in his
mouth. He sucked on it greedily as his mind flooded
with thoughts of her warm inviting arms.

Hermione was tossing and turning in the large ebony
bed she was in. Her nipples were hard as diamonds and
the orbs were pulsing obscenely. She needed a release
and she looked over at Viktor, he was fast asleep on
the floor. "Why did I agree to this?” She thought
desperately. Suddenly she heard light footsteps
outside her door and saw the candlelight and shadow
peaking from underneath her door. Her breath stilled
as she saw a folded length of parchment slide beneath
the door.

She noticed the candlelight never left the doorframe
while she read the letter, Lucius elegant handwriting
was hard to read in the pale moonlight. "I'm outside
your door obviously, join me in the ballroom for a
midnight snack? Everyone is sleeping, no one will
disturb us or ever know we were gone from our rooms.
- L"

She had felt his presence outside the door, she seemed
to recognize his magical signature easily. He seemed
to make the air still and electrified.

She looked down at what she was wearing, a gossamer
sleeping gown that hit just above her knees, she
pulled a silk robe around her quickly, and smoothed
her hair before she creaked the door open wide enough
to catch sight of one silver eye, a couple thick
strands of platinum hair falling into over it. "What
now?" she asked in a chastising whisper. He tried to
pry the door open wider his fingers brushing over
hers. "Can’t you read?" he spat back at her. She
wanted to laugh aloud at how silly they must look
sneaking about like a pair to teenagers. But they were
not teenagers, and he was a married man she chastised
herself.

She was going to shut the door on his manicured
fingers but the curiosity and lust overcame her. She
couldn’t help but want a better look at him, what was
he wearing? What did he sleep in? She wondered,
knowing there was but one way to find out.

She looked back at Viktor, head buried into the
pillow, the muscles of his back rising and falling
with each breath. She slipped the only pair of shoes
she had on, the red satin slippers and went back to
the door.

She slipped out into the hallway, her wild curls, and
skimpy nightclothes aglow in his candlelight. He
wrapped an arm around her and lead her down the
hallway as if she were blind, which effectually she was
for it was so dim and dark in the hallways.

As her hand gripped his massive bicep she felt herself
getting wet with just the thought of his muscular body
under that robe “Oh God its SILK! She groaned to
herself. She could feel everything under the thin
fabric, his warmth, and brawn all wrapped up in an
expensive silk wrapper she wanted to peel off with her
teeth.

She was so close to him as he guided her down the
hall, she felt the flex of his muscles, and she thought
she could hear his heart beating. “That’s not the
sound of my heart beating love” he drawled.

How could she forget he could read minds? She blushed
in the darkness at the thought of his knowledge of her
wanting to peel his clothes off with her teeth and was
privy to the fact that he made her heart skip a beat.

She needed to calm down she told her self so she
clamped her mouth shut and tried to keep her thoughts
off of his body so close to hers. Though it never left
her mouth she wondered how did he know where to go in
this darkness? How could he see?"

"I know these hallways well Hermione, and no I cant
see in the dark” he said sarcastically. She could hear the
clicking of her kitten heeled shoes on the hard wood of the hallway.
She studied him in the darkness, the glow of the moon cascading over them as they walked
through the hall; she noticed he was barefoot and only
in a long black silk robe. Exactly as she imagined
earlier when she stepped foot in Malfoy Manor.

He guided her to the large ballroom doors and they slipped through the heavy wood doors. Lucius threw up wards once the gargantuan doors closed shut. The room was mostly dark aside from a scattering of candles; it seemed to her that the candles made the banquet table seem to blaze in the surrounding darkness of the room.

Lucius still gripped her arm in his and guided her to the table. It was filled with bowls of fruit and deserts that looked so sumptuous.

He padded over to the to the table, and pulled out a
chair for her. "Couldn’t sleep could you?” he asked quietly. She eyed him cautiously "not really" "me neither too much going on right now you know?”

She was lost in her thoughts of putting the new elf rights into action, mixed with the idea of Lucius being fully bare under that robe.

Lucius slid up behind her and rubbed her shoulders.
"You think too much you know, you'll give yourself
worry lines" She rolled her eyes at him "I suppose
you’re right I usually over analyze situations" she
said, dripping with innuendo.

He reached over her and placed a couple strawberries
on a plate in front of her, he poured a little pool of
hot chocolate sauce to the side of the ripe
strawberries. He dipped a strawberry in the chocolate
and brought it to her lips.

She took a modest bite of the strawberry while Lucius
held it between his long delicate fingers. Lucius let
a satisfied smile spread across his lips as he pulled
her hair back over her shoulders and she nibbled on
the strawberry. She snaked her lips gently over his
fingers.

He tossed the stem of the strawberry over his shoulder, dipped his finger in the chocolate, and dabbed a
little on her bottom lip. She slowly licked his
finger before wrapping her lips around it and sucking
gently on his chocolate coated digit.

He couldn’t help but get hard, watching her suck his
digit into her mouth, her soft pink lips felt like
heaven on his skin. He imagined them being put to
better use elsewhere.

He slowly pulled his finger out of her mouth and
she picked up a handful of grapes and stood to face
him. "Your turn for a snack” she beamed at him. His eyes were heavy lidded as he could see her breasts through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She slowly popped a grape into his mouth, her fingers brushing his lips, and trailing down his chest.

He started to walk around the chair to her but she
backed away. She was backing away slowly from him,
still popping the grapes into his mouth until she had
nothing left in her hands. She broke into a run
through the ballroom but he caught her around the
waist. She let out a rain of giggles as he grabbed her
up, her feet kicking in the air. "You little tease"
he growled into her neck.

He flipped her around and tossed her over his
shoulder, her ass in the air as she dangled off his
shoulder. "Put me… put me down" she shrieked
breathlessly. "Not yet love” he said as he smacked
her ass lightly. "Ohhoh that stung!” she groaned.

She felt herself sliding over his silk clad shoulder and enjoyed the view of his ass under his robes as she
lightly pounded his back with her fists. He sat her
on the large banquet table and pulled the belt on her
robe. He placed his palms on the table and leaned into
her, pinning her between his arms. He ghosted his lips
over her lips before licking her neck slowly up to the
lobe of her ear.

Hermione leaned her hands back on the table as Lucius
slipped the robe down her shoulders and snaked his
fingers under the hem of her nightgown. She slipped
the robe off and he pulled her nightgown over her
head, shaking out the loose curls down her back. She
sat naked on the table and let Lucius run his hands
over her thighs.

She undid the knot on his robe as he spread her legs
wider for him and placed two light kisses on the
insides of her thighs and on two kisses on her
nipples. She wrapped her arms around his neck and
trailed kisses up his jaw to his ear; she nibbled
lightly on his lobe, sucking gently on it. He let out
a low groan and pushed her hips farther back on the
table.

He released her and reached for the chocolate. He
dipped a strawberry in the chocolate and trailed a
light drizzle on her lips before licking it off,
replacing his tongue with his lips he sucked in
her lower lip and claimed her mouth.

He smeared the chocolate-coated strawberry on her
right breast and with just the tip of his tongue,
lightly licked it of, flicking his tongue against her
taut nipples. The silver orbs hard and taut after he
sucked greedily at her nipple. Her took her entire
breast in his mouth and swirled his tongue over her
hard peaks. “Lucius” she whispered aloud as she ran
her hands through his hair.

He slowly brought her to the brink of screaming out
his name as he trailed the strawberry over her skin,
and sucked, licked and kissed it all away. He dipped
the strawberry into her belly button as he pushed her
onto her back, her legs dangling over the edge of the
table. His tongue probed her belly button.

Hermione felt his hot tongue gliding over her skin and
felt her pussy quivering with anticipation. He was
teasing her, sucking, and nibbling on every part of her
but her pussy, aching to be filled by him. She let
out an impatient groan as he marked the inside of her
thigh.

He was slow and meticulous, tasting every inch of
Her, enjoying her slowly like a fine wine to be
sipped and savored. She decided to she wanted a taste
of his milky skin herself and reached for the plate.

She rubbed two fingers into the chocolate and stroked
them over his nipple. She ran her tongue across his
chest and flicked it across his nipple. She trailed
her hand down his washboard abs and ran a single
chocolate-coated digit down past his belly button.
She licked and sucked the chocolate off his stomach
and right above his cock. Her hair tickled his thighs
as she trailed kisses over his hips and stomach.

She gave him a devious look before she grasped his
cock and coated her fingers in chocolate and lightly
smeared it over the tip of his cock. She drenched his
tip in the hot chocolate sauce and brought her fingers
to his mouth, he sucked fingers clean while she
trailed kisses back down his stomach.

She took his cock completely into her mouth and
greedily sucked the rich chocolate off him. He
wrapped a hand into her hair as she bobbed her head up
and down on him, he lout a low growl of pleasure when he
hit the back of her throat. When she had sucked all the chocolate
off he felt as if he were about to explode.

She released his cock abruptly and lay back down onto
the table on her back. He quickly grabbed his cock
and positioned it at her entrance. "No no no, not so
fast" she teased as she covered her opening with her
hand.

“You need me to sink myself inside you right now as
badly I need to” he said in a hoarse whisper. His
eyes filled with a burning lust. "Finish what you
started" she smirked as she spread her legs wider. He
raised a golden eyebrow at her with a sexy smirk.

He drug her back farther down the table and she
planted her feet at the end as he spread her wider.
With his fingers, he painted the chocolate onto her
pussy lips and inside her, rubbing the warm chocolate
on her clit. He dropped to his knees as he sucked his
fingers clean.

He liked her lips slowly before shoving his tongue
inside her. He gorged himself on her chocolate covered
folds and sucked on her clit hungrily. As he sucked
her pussy lips into his mouth he stroked his cock, he
was ready to burst because she had brought him so
close with her velvety mouth.

In between his hasty and greedy sucking of her folds,
he would trail kisses all over her thighs and stomach
before sinking his tongue back into her. She needed
him to sink his long hard cock into her so badly and
he was avoiding her clit on purpose.

She wriggled her hips and let out a whimper. "Lucius…
please" He was pumping his cock furiously as he buried
his face into her folds. 'Come for me" she sighed, but he was
already there. With just a few more strokes of his tongue, he brought her j
uices down, over his lips and chin.

Her body spasmed in pleasure and she bucked her hips
off the table. “LUCIUS!!!” she wailed as his come
rocketed through him. She gathered her mind together after he turned it to mush.

She leaned up on the table and looked down at Lucius.
He was on his knees his lips puffy and pink and
glistening from use. He still had his cock in his hand
and she licked her lips as the sight of his come. He
watched as her chest was heaving still and his stormy
gray eyes danced in the candlelight.

She felt so satisfied, yet she knew she wanted more
and more of him. She rested her feet on his shoulders
and looked at him playfully. She studied his face,
something was there that wasn’t before, she was so
curious about what he meant when he said he was
disappointed in her actions. It burned her a little
more than she cared to admit.

He gazed at her profile in the light of the candles
and moonlight, why was he always in darkness while she
always in light? He pushed that from his mind as he
rose from his knees.

“What’s wrong?” she asked warily.

He could not hold his tongue any longer and grabbed her
hips as he stared at her menacingly. His face mere
inches from hers “how can you call that Neanderthal
your fiancé?” he spat at her vehemently. She was
taken aback by his question, she thought he meant to
chastise her for something she did tonight, not some
silly detail about her personal life.

“I care deeply for Viktor and though he did not show
it tonight, he is a very decent person and I refuse to
sit here and listen to you insult him! She barked.

He looked her incredulously “Why do you settle for less? When you deserve so much more?” he questioned in exasperation. “unlike you, I do not plan to marry for money or power” she wanted to say she was going to marry for love but the words wouldn’t come, instead Lucius cut her off.

“For love? Are you sure he is capable of such a
complex emotion?” He said haughtily. Her chest heaved
and her shoulders squared, he LOVED it when she was
mad, it brought out the best in her, her fire and
determination burned brighter than ever. “Why must you
always be a pompous ass?!” she shrieked at him.

“You deserve better! You deserve everything! And you never said you were to be wed, and to Viktor
bloody Krum no less!” he bellowed as he gripped her
shoulders painfully. “What do you care?!” she raged
back at him. “Because I love you!” he hissed as his
jaw clenched, but not in anger, but from the searing
pain from knowing he could not call her his, she would
not take his name, nor wear his ring or bear his
children, and he knew deep down it tore him to shreds.

His words hit her hard, she felt like her heart had stopped beating as the words hung in the air.
She stopped struggling against him and sat there
numbly against his massive chest. She looked like a
deer caught in the headlights, had she not felt the
deepest need just to see him this morning alone? Did
she not promise to marry Viktor because she was
horribly afraid of dying a spinster? Just like
Professor Trelawny had predicted for her. Did not this
man, practically walking perfection, contradict
everything in her monotonous and gray existence?

She held her hands, not knowing how to act or feel.
She wanted to wrap herself around him and never let
him up for air as long as they lived; she chose to
stare at his glorious chest instead.

He towered over her; his eyes were mournful pools of
mercury. “He cannot possibly understand what a complex
and brilliant witch you are” his voice was barely
above a whisper. He slowly wrapped his arms around her
and pulled her closer to him. He had resigned himself
to possessing her body, but not her heart; he knew she
could never love a man like him. He slowly brought her
head to his chest and just held her close.

They enveloped one another for what felt like an
eternity, but in truth, it was only a few moments. He
could feel her trembling against his chest, absorbing
her tears. He wished he could absorb all her pain as
he stroked her hair. “I do not wish to cause you any
pain, I know you do not feel the same and I don’t
expect a reply, I just want the best for you”. A small
sad smile graced his lips “hell, we changed the world,
but there are always those things we cannot change”.
She stopped her sobbing and looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes.

He had those little lines around his eyes Hermione
loved so much, they only appeared when he smiled, and
to her they were the most beautiful things in the
world. His smile was full of bittersweet sadness and
she didn’t think, only acted.