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Can I just say... the last time I checked I had 80 reviews! This story was first meant to be a one shot and look how it blossomed? don't worry because I have a way to go too *lol* I just want to say THANK YOU!!!!!!!! ps: go read "PANDORA" and "FLAME" :) - Love Esme
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Narcissa heard Lucius leave their room, she was still delightfully drunk, and after her little nap she was feeling quite hungry for her husband’s powerful body. “Lucius!” she called out loudly, hoping he would be coming back soon. She couldn’t get her body to cooperate with her brain the way she wanted to, so she rested her eyes a little longer.

In another part of the Manor, Viktor was rousing from his blackout as well. His eyes wouldn’t focus for some time but he suddenly realized Hermione was not with him, and the last thing he remembered before he blacked out was looking into Lucius Malfoy’s cold grey eyes. “Hermione…” Viktor slurred as he picked his muscle laden body off the floor. Hermione had taken off most of his clothing, leaving him in only his black tailored pants to sleep in, he didn’t think to clothe himself as he stumbled through the dark hallways of Malfoy Manor in search of his fiancé.

Though Narcissa was drunk and her silk gown slept in, she still looked like a queen. Her golden ringlets were cascading over her shoulders, falling out of her very sophisticated up-do. Her mascara was a little smudgy, but only gave her a sultry smoldering look. She too was searching the halls for her beloved. Though Narcissa could be queen bitch at times, she was always a lady. Her style and grace were unrivalled and like her husband, she could stop an onlooker with her captivating beauty alone. It could have been any of the other guests who fell into this black widows path that night, but it was none other than Viktor Krum who had stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at the stunning blonde.

“Viktor… fancy bumping into you at this time of night” she purred. She still had a silver tongue while she was drunk, it was part of being the bell of the ball. Her eyes raked over his muscular chest, his olive complexion excited her. She thought he looked so exotic and passionate. “mmMr.s Malfoy” he slurred in his excitement. “Please, call me Narcissa” she purred as she sauntered closer to him.

There was a rather vulgar Bulgarian saying that firewhiskey made you either want to fuck or fight, he had his share of the fight tonight and as he stared into the smoldering eyes of Narcissa Malfoy there was but one thing he wanted to do that instant : fuck.

He didn’t think, just acted, and quickly grabbed her around the waist. She was light as a feather as he crushed her against his brawny body. Narcissa’s eyes went wide in shock laced with lust “Vik” was all she managed to gasp before he crashed his mouth onto hers. She melted against every sinew of his body and raked her nails down his back when he kissed her so hard she became wet.

Viktor guided Narcissa back to his guest room and pushed her gently back onto the bed. Narcissa was a little disappointed that Viktor was not bigger than Lucius when he sheathed himself inside her, but she knew few wizards were as blessed as her husband. Viktor fumbled to free her breasts from their silk prison as he crushed her lithe body under his own.

Narcissa liked it rougher than his drunken body was giving her and she bucked her hips against his harder. “fuck me you big dumb animal” she hissed. Viktor couldn’t get enough of her scathing insults, it made his passion burn brighter. She dug her nails into his back hard enough to draw blood and he growled out in pain. “is that the best you can do! you Bulgarian pansy?” she railed at him. He picked up speed and was pounding into her hard enough to make her head thud against the headboard.

He was being too passive for Narcissa’s taste, she was use to the scalding passion and dominance Lucius showed when he fucked her. “fuck me harder!” she gasped between thrusts “harder! You couldn’t even get your mudblood whore off like this!” she hissed. “Bitch!” he growled as his eyes flashed in anger and slapped her hard against her cheek. He was shocked to see her eyes burn with lust. “Again” she coaxed. He slapped her again, this time with less force. She let out a high wicked laugh as she pressed his face to her breasts. He suckled greedily on her nipples and she fisted his hair in her hand and ripped him off of her breasts by his jet-black hair. “Say it again” she hissed.

He began pummeling into her like a piston. “you’re a fucking bitch!” he snarled. She slapped him hard against his face as he hit deep into her womb. She dug her nails into his shoulder “fuck me… make me your whore” she commanded. His mind was slowly starting to understand the darker side of Narcissa, and it was driving him wild with desire. “Do you want my cock, whore?” he barked out.

Narcissa was coming undone and she was bucking her hips against his wildly. “mmm yes I can’t get enough of your cock inside me!” she panted.
The pair found their sweet release and Viktor collapsed on top of Narcissa with a satisfied grunt.

Meanwhile in the ballroom…

Hermione saw the acute pain in his eyes and felt her own heart ache because of it. She was so unsure about how she felt about him, she had never been in love before and this was all so new. She knew the past few days had been the most stressful rollercoaster of events, some might say this is where Hermione’s life derailed from the life she meticulously planned out for herself. Viktor was safe and comfortable as was her job, she never had to step out of her comfort zone, nothing was offensive or challenging. Then Lucius stepped in.

Hermione realized that her soul would be slowly sucked out of her the longer she stayed on the old track and in the deep recesses of her mind she considered Lucius her savior. He had awoken her spark and vitality again, she thought for herself now, she went out on limbs and took risks. For the first time since she graduated from Hogwarts, she felt alive. Hermione’s brilliant and complex mind concentrated all those thoughts and feelings into one potent need, a need for his body to make her feel whole again.

She brought her lips to his, slow sweet and exploratory. His exquisite bare flesh against hers made her hungry for him, he was standing between her thighs and she pressed her sex against him. She felt him become wonderfully hard for her and she slowly sheathed himself inside of her. “Hermione…” he said cautiously. His deep baritone voice was full of sadness, yet his eyes were full of hunger.

She pressed her forehead to his, locking their gazes on one another. She wrapped her legs around him and pressed him into her deeper. He felt as if he were taking advantage of her emotional state, yet she was the one who possessed his thick long cock. “Make love to me Lucius” she pleaded against his lips.

He didn’t need any more persuading to satisfy her request. He seated himself deep inside her and wrapped his arms around her. He slowly and gently pumped himself into her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They never lost eye contact as their bodies melted into one. He was so deep within her that he didn’t know where he ended and she began anymore, all he knew was that feeling of completion when he was inside of her. She saw the deep sadness fade away, that’s all she wanted or needed. She had never seen him like this, all the other times he had sex with her were to seek his release and drown in pleasure.

This time she barely recognized the look in his eyes or the gentle way he stroked her hair as he rhythmically and slowly delved deeper inside of her. She never wanted it to end and pulled him on top of her. Hermione never knew this kind of pleasure existed, she felt like her body was fused with his and she felt so high that she would never come down. The truth exploded inside of her mind as Lucius exploded his seed inside of her womb, she was in love with him. He laid next to her on the table and she could feel him staring at her.

She was in love. She wanted to shout it to everyone in the Manor, the world… she wanted to confess it to Lucius most of all, but she was far too afraid of what it all meant. He was married, her boss, the Slytherin king of deception as well. She couldn’t confess it to him, what good would it do to tell him she wanted to be his bride? He couldn’t leave Narcissa, there bond was till death. She now knew and shared the great sadness that Lucius felt. She hid her love deep within her heart, so deep and protected that even he could not pry that knowledge from her mind. She kissed his lips with everything she had and pushed all these thoughts away and sank into sweet oblivion in his arms.