Love Thy Enemy

CHAPTER 14: Wonky Wine







It had taken her an hour, but Hermione finally convinced Lucius to join her at the Potter’s house for dinner. He wasn’t happy about it, but he felt he could indulge her, and it didn’t hurt to stay on Potter’s good side. He was the golden child of their world and head of the Department of Auror’s in the ministry.





It hadn’t proven to be too terrible. Potter was relatively easy to converse with and was a little more friendly than Lucius would have expected, all things considered. Dinner had been quite palatable; apparently the lady of the house had learned to cook from her mother. Lucius was talking with Harry and Hermione when Ginny entered the room carrying a tray of wine filled goblets.





“I would have helped you Ginny!” Hermione said, accepting the glasses Ginny offered for her and Lucius.





“Nonsense, enjoy the wine, I picked it up in Italy after a match, very sweet with a slight smoky taste.” She said, smiling over the rim of her glass as the Malfoys drank.





“It is quite good Mrs. Potter.” Lucius said a rather amazed look on his face.





“Not all of the Weasley’s are without culture.” Ginny laughed. “Why don’t you show Lucius around Hermione, while Harry and I tidy up a bit, then we can have a chat.”





“Well I’ll help….” Hermione was interrupted before she could finish her offer.





“No, you are a guest, give Lucius a tour.” She shooed them out of the living room and turned to Harry.





“What have you done?” He asked suspiciously. Ginny had of course told him about the fireworks she had witnessed between Mione and Lucius when she had gone for tea, as well as Hermione’s reluctance to give in to it.





“Nothing, it was just a little lust potion.” Ginny was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.



“You what!” Harry set his glass on the table and looked towards the staircase that Hermione and Lucius were now climbing.





“They needed a little push, so I pushed.” She shrugged as though it were no big deal that she had essentially drugged their dinner guests.





“Damn it, those two are going to be shagging up against Mrs. Black’s portrait in short order!” Harry grumbled as he fell onto the sofa.





“Oh, it wasn’t that strong of a potion, just enough to nudge them a bit.”











“Ginny redid the entire place when she married Harry.” Hermione said as she guided Lucius down the hall. She set her empty glass on a table at the top of the stairs and tugged on the collar of her silk blouse. It was a bit warm up there, and she found herself loosening another mother of pearl button and tugging the shirt open a little more





“I remember it as being darker and rather depressing.” Lucius said, following behind his wife and admiring her rounded backside encased in the tight, pencil skirt. He set his glass alongside hers on the table and tugged at his tie, it was too hot in the house. He removed his robes and tossed them over the stair rail, then unfastened his waistcoat.





“It was much the same when I first came here. Sirius had been in prison for so long, the house had been left to decay with only Kreature to care for it. He’s old and cantankerous….” Hermione felt Lucius press up against her back, his hands resting lightly on her waist. “What are you doing? I don’t feel the spell?” She asked softly, leaning back against him.





“I don’t know.” He said, turning her in his arms and pulling her tight against him. “I suddenly can’t seem to think about anything but tasting you.” His head dipped and his mouth locked over hers. His tongue slid inside to tangle with hers as he pushed her until her back met the wall. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, the same uncontrollable desire coursing through her.





Lucius wasn’t sure what was happening, he was always in control of himself, always, in every situation, but he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. The kiss was rough, his lips bruising and his tongue was investigating every inch of her mouth thoroughly.







“Why do I want this so much?” Hermione managed to utter against his lips. “Ginny!” She said breathlessly as Lucius’s lips trailed along her jaw and down the side of her neck.





“Don’t like redheads, Weasleys, or other men’s wives.” He whispered against the base of her throat while cupping her breasts in his hands.





“Lucius, please…we have to stop.” She moaned softly when he pushed his knee between her legs and pressed his thigh up against her aching center.





“I cant…” He sucked softly on the upper swell of her breast revealed by her open buttons. “I want to take you here, right now.”





“No, we can’t….I don’t want my first time to be against a wall in my friend’s house.” Her fingers threaded through his hair and she tugged sharply, pulling his devilish lips from her flesh.





“First time?” He asked, trying to make sense through the fog of lust that clouded his brain. His hands slid inside her blouse and shoved the silky cups of her bra aside in order to caress her bare skin. “You are mine alone?”





He sounded so pleased at the prospect of being her first. Hermione fought against the heat that threatened to overpower what little common sense she was able to retain.





“Please!” She pleaded as he sucked one turgid nipple gently. He cupped her hips in his hand and pressed his thigh tighter between her legs, rocking her gently over him.





“I won’t take you, just touch me.” He ordered. “Your little friend slipped us a lust potion…..” He groaned low when he felt her fingers fumbling with his trousers before stealing inside and wrapping around his tumescent length. “Trust me….that’s good, hold me tighter.” Lucius slid his hand over her stomach and under the elastic leg of her underpants, silently praising Madame Elaine for outfitting Hermione with stockings and not pantyhose.





“Lucius?” She was panting so heavily she feared she would faint when his fingers parted her and slid into her wet heat.





“Sweet mercy, you are so wet!” He groaned against the side of her neck, fighting the desire to thrust inside her and make her his. Her hands tightened on his shaft and she stroked him, slow and steady within her tight little fist. “So good, faster now…..I want to be inside you so bad…..you have no idea how good you feel around my fingers do you?” He thrust one long finger into her channel and his eyes rolled back at the feel of the hot, sleek walls clasping tight around the sensitive digit.





“You are making it hard to stop!” She said, stroking his swollen member harder and faster as he stroked her sex at the same time.





“Don’t stop, the potion will not let up until we both come.” He was breathing roughly against her shoulder. He could feel the tension at the base of his spine, his balls pulling close to his body in preparation of his release. He thrust his finger deep inside her, his thumb worrying the firm nub of her clit, circling faster and faster until he felt her tighten and spasm around him. He smothered her cry with his lips as he thrust into her fist again and again, reaching down to cup the head of his cock as he spilled his seed into the palm of his hand.





They were both perspiring and flushed; Hermione’s arms still wrapped around his shoulders as he wiped his hands on his handkerchief and righted his clothes. He pulled her close, kissing her forehead gently as they tried to regain their normal breathing.



“I swear I will get her back for this.” Hermione pressed her lips to the side of Lucius’s neck without really thinking about it.





“It was rather diabolical, for a Weasley.” Lucius said, exhaling slowly as he tried to calm his racing pulse. “I had not thought to find you innocent.” Hermione stiffened in his arms and shoved him away.





“Just because I’m a muggleborn does not make me a whore, Lucius.” She said angrily.





“I never called you a whore.” He said. He was slightly disappointed to lose the sweet afterglow of release, but more comfortable back in familiar territory.





“No, but you implied it. I’m twenty-one Lucius; did you think I spent my time at school shagging my life away?” She spat, cursing at the tiny buttons on her shirt as she struggled to refasten it.





“Not at all, though I can’t say I have ever been in intimate contact with a muggle female who wasn’t a whore.” He sneered.





“You really are a jerk, Lucius. I really don’t want to hear about your past exploits, especially right after you have had your hand up my skirt!” Hermione almost felt like crying, but she wouldn’t give him the chance to see her tears.





“You started this argument, I was merely pleased to discover that my wife had not bedded half the men on the damned planet, it was you who decided to pitch a fit.” Lucius grabbed his robes and pulled them on with more force than was necessary.





“You are right.” She said softly from behind him. He frowned and turned to look at her, slumped against the wall, her head hanging low.





“What?” Had she just admitted she was at fault?





“I over reacted. I was ashamed and I took it out on you, I’m sorry.” She said as she pressed her hands against her eyes to stop the tears from falling.





“Why are you ashamed?” He asked, walking back to her and nudging her chin up, forcing her to look at him. “You did nothing wrong, WE did nothing wrong.”





“I don’t love you, I don’t even like you but I can’t control my reactions to you. How can I want you?” Lucius wasn’t sure whether to be insulted, or to comfort her.





“You didn’t have a choice, the potion….”





“I feel that way without the potion, Lucius.” She admitted, figuring it no longer mattered after what they had just done.





“I’m pleased to hear it. But it is still nothing to be ashamed of. Lust and desire do not necessarily have to go hand in hand with love, or even an amicable relationship.” He stroked the back of his fingers along her cheek. “I can’t hide my reaction to you, and I am not particularly partial to you either.”





“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” She shook her head slowly as she realized that her fairy tale was forever out of reach.





“But this is how it is, and we have to find a way to live with it.” He pushed her hair back from her face, the gesture almost tender. “Let us go and bid your sneaky little friends farewell, Hermione. We do not have to discuss this now, we have plenty of time.”





She followed him down the stairs and into the living room where Ginny met them with a bright smile.





“Enjoy your tour?” She asked, ignoring the nudge from Harry to shut up.





“You have made many lovely changes to the Black home.” Lucius said cordially. “Dinner was lovely, thank you. We must be off, I have several meetings tomorrow and Hermione has appointments as well. I trust we will see you both at the ball?”





“Of course. We are looking forward to it.” Ginny said, a smug smile on her face as she noticed the soft blush on Hermione’s cheeks.





“Oh, and Potter….at the ball, I trust you will prevent your wife from tampering with the wine?” Lucius smiled and pulled Hermione into the fireplace behind him. Ginny’s laughter following them as they returned home.







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Oh come on! You really didn’t think they were going to fall that easily did you? I’m sorry my friends, even a little nookie will not keep these two from arguing LOL