Diamond in the Rough

She knew she was being pusillanimous. She was a Gryffindor for goddess sake; she did not run away from anything. Until now. Damn him. She was unnerved by how much she desired him, how much she loved every little deep, dark, seductive thing he had done to and with her. She informed Twilby she was meeting Ginny Potter for lunch.


Hermione located Ginny sitting in a booth at the back of the Three Broomsticks. She hurried over and slid in. Rather than launch into why she wanted to talk to Ginny, she began asking how the Weasleys were doing then asked about the Potters, running down the list of all possible people Ginny could provide her an update on.


“Okay ‘Mione, I’ve run through everything that is going on with everyone we could possibly know, down to all of my aches and pains of pregnancy. Are you ready to talk to me? What is going on with you?”


Hermione pressed her face into her hands and rubbed. She gave a short little laugh and looked up at her friend’s concerned face. “Now that I’m seated across from you, I don’t know where to begin….”


“Are you okay? Is Malfoy treating you well?” Ginny asked fiercely.


“I’m fine; he’s treating me just fine. I mean physically, I’m fine, mentally….” She sighed. “Ginny, you know I was never very adventurous…”


“What are you talking about? Of course you were. I mean are. Hello… fighting Voldemort, the second war. What in the world are you talking about?” Ginny asked so ready to jump to her friend’s defense.


“I meant adventurous physically.”


Ginny looked at her for a moment, completely nonplussed. Then comprehension spread across her face. “You mean sexually.” Relief spread across Ginny’s face. “Merlin’s left, saggy testicle, Hermione you had me worried.” Ginny watched Hermione for a long moment. So long, in fact that Hermione squirmed a little bit and blushed. A lascivious grin slowly appeared on Ginny’s face. “Your big, bad, death eater has come out to play hasn’t he?” She asked.


Hermione blushed even deeper. “Oh Ginny.”


Ginny’s eyes grew big. “What? Come on tell me!”


“I feel like I’ve taken some kind of lust potion or something. Every time I see him all I can think about is how quickly I can get his clothes off of him and run my hands and mouth all over him.”


“And this is a problem because…..?”


“I’ve never been like this before. I never thought about sex constantly before. Now it’s all I ever think about. All he has to do is either look at me or say something as trivial as “please pass the salt” and my brain goes on hiatus and I go straight to how quickly can I get him horizontal.” Hermione closed her eyes. “Oh my goddess, the things he can do to me…”


Ginny’s eyes grew even rounder, “what things?”


Hermione’s cheeks heated again. “Big, bad, death eater sex things.”


“Oh for Merlin’s sake, the suspense is killing me ‘Mione. He is kinky isn’t he? I bet he knows all sorts of extremely naughty activities… What does he like to do exactly?”


“Well, he’s pretty dominant…” Hermione felt like she was going to sink into the floor.


Ginny grinned wickedly. “He looks like he has quite a few tricks up his sleeve.”


“More like a giant toy box actually,” Hermione mumbled.


“What was that?” Ginny asked quizzically.


“He’s quite talented.” Hermione stated more clearly.


“I’m not surprised ‘Mione. The man had a reputation from his days at Hogwarts and after his wife died, it sure didn’t sound like he stayed celibate. Women practically fall all over themselves to get him to notice them AND he was a death eater.” Ginny whispered the last as if that somehow explained Lucius' erotic expertise.


“Well before this whole matching thing happened. I never really noticed him that way. He just irritated me, with that damn arrogance of his. Moreover, it drove me crazy how he always seemed to slither his way back on top. I didn’t really think about how he looked.” She looked up to see Ginny watching her with a skeptical look on her face.


“Oh, all right, I thought he was beautiful and he exuded this raw masculinity but he always struck me as so cold. Not to mention the fact that he did try to kill us. That sort of puts a damper on how attractive you are likely to find someone if they want you dead or think you are lower than dirt. Honestly, Ginny, I didn’t... I never thought of him in that way. I never really thought about anyone that way. I thought sex in general was pretty overrated.”


“Doesn’t sound like you think that anymore...”


Hermione dropped her face into her hands and groaned.


“I couldn’t wait to get my hands on Harry.” Ginny confided. “I still can’t seem to get enough of him. Hence me looking like I swallowed a giant quaffle.”


“But you love Harry; you’ve loved him since you were eleven. That’s different.”


“The love came as I got to know him. It was pure hero worship when I was a little girl, which turned to lust when I grew older. Listen, this may not have been the way you wanted to begin and be in a relationship but how fantastic that you are enjoying each other.” Ginny reached out and squeezed Hermione’s hand. “Let go a bit Hermione, stop analyzing why it feels so good and just see where things lead you. You deserve to have some fun and be happy.”


Hermione nodded her head slightly and quirked a small smile, “Now to completely change the subject, what are you and Harry doing this weekend?”


“I’ll let you change the subject for now, although at some point I want to hear details on all the hot, kinky, monkey sex you are having! You might be able to give me some ideas with my big, bad auror.” Ginny smiled a little wickedly.


Hermione couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing. “What’s so funny?” Ginny crossed her arms and looked at Hermione with one eyebrow raised.


“Ginny, not that I’ve ever thought about it because I definitely haven’t but I’m sorry, I just don’t see Harry as big and bad,” She started laughing again. “He’s more sweet and silly.”


Leaning in Ginny whispered confidentially, “Well I can tell you he is quite big and those old seeker skills of his sure come in handy.” She leaned back looking smug.


“No, no, too much information. Uggh, I do not want to think about Harry’s size. Ewwh, Ginny. Harry’s like my brother, ick.” Hermione groaned.


Ginny giggled, “A wicked Harry could be fun.” Hermione snorted and ended up inhaling tea up her nose. After a brief coughing fit, Hermione looked up at Ginny and they burst out laughing.


“I’ll tell you true Hermione, Lucius Malfoy would never be viewed as anyone’s brother, so feel free to share as much as you like with me!” Ginny’s eyes twinkled.


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Hermione stood at the entrance to his study, which was located right off of the library on the second floor. She watched Lucius. He seemed to be immersed in work at his massive desk. Ledgers and scrolls were sprawled across his desktop. He looked to be doing some type of financial arithmancy calculations, which must have been coming out quite positively if the smirk on his face was any kind of indicator. That lush, platinum hair was tied back emphasizing the strong lines of his face and neck. His white sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and she watched the play of muscles in his forearms as he did calculations with one hand and wrote with the other. His v-necked, crushed velvet, burgundy waistcoat hugged him to perfection. She shook her head slightly, he looked so edible, telling herself to not over-analyze she entered into his study.


“Hey there,” she said cheerfully as she strode towards him. He looked up and leaned back in his chair. She was wearing those muggle pants of hers, topped off with a chocolate brown velvet jacket. He raised an eyebrow and said, “I see you are mixing and matching.”


She leaned against the side of his desk, looked down at herself, then at him, “I know how much you love these jeans of mine.” She laughed down at him.


He reached out and hooked his finger into one of her belt loops, and pulled her so that she was standing in between his seated legs. “I do appreciate the fit.” He said as he ran his hands down her hips.


She had made herself remarkably scarce over the last several days and when they were together, she seemed to look at everything but him. He suspected their bedroom play had scared her a tad. He was delighted she had sought him out. He had begun to worry just a little bit. But truthfully he knew his tiny wife was the quintessential Gryffindor; she did not run away from anything. “Twilby told me you had lunch with Potter’s wife. Did you have a nice time?” He pulled her in closer to him. She pressed her hands against his shoulders to balance herself against him.


Goddess he smelled good, she closed her eyes briefly and decided to take Ginny’s advice and enjoy. She took the initiative and climbed onto his lap so that her legs straddled his. She untied the ribbon holding back his hair and ran her hands into his silky locks. She leaned down and ran her tongue along the rim of his ear, inhaling the delicious scent of him. If his scent could be bottled….she thought. She sucked on his earlobe then pulled away to cup his face with her hands. She kissed his lips, nibbling on his bottom lip. She sucked his lip into her mouth then let it go with a small pop and leaned back to look at him.


Lucius delighted in the salacious feel of Hermione’s moist, warm breath against his ear, neck and mouth. His eyes were molten silver with desire. She smiled at him, reveling in her ability to make him want her. She bent forward and kissed him again wanting her kiss to make his toes curl.


Her honey brown curls tumbled around him and he took in her sweet apricot scent. Sweet Genevieve she was delectable. He wanted to peel every strip of clothing off her, slide her sweet body against his, and bury himself deeply inside of her.


She put a small hand against his chest and began to push herself off of him to stand up. “Here now, where do you think you are going?” He grabbed her bottom lifting and moving her so she was pressed hard against his very large erection.


“Oh for Merlin’s sake, get a room you two.” Draco drawled as he leaned against the doorway to his father’s study.


Lucius groaned and pressed his forehead to Hermione’s. “Don’t you knock boy?”


“Actually, Father, I did knock but the two of you were engaged as it were.” He smirked wickedly at his father.


“Did you need something Draco?” Lucius frowned at his son.


“Just going over the final guest list for the wedding, I wanted you to review it, Susannah’s mother is anxious to get the invitations out. I can come back when you two are done.” Draco coughed his last sentence out.


Hermione pushed herself off of Lucius’ lap. “It’s okay Malfoy, we are done.” Her cheeks pink with embarrassment.


“For now,” Lucius called after her as she exited the room.


Lucius gave Draco a piercing look, “Draco, I was saving this as a wedding present.” He pulled a rolled parchment from his desk and handed it to Draco. “I’m giving you and Susannah the penthouse in London.”


“Father this is quite generous, thank you.” Draco smiled at his father. “Privacy is most especially dear given you and Granger appear to be breaking in every room in the manor, wouldn’t want my wife to go into shock.” He smirked at his father.


Lucius tried to glare witheringly at his son but his mouth quirked into a smile.


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A/N:

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