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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
40,716
Reviews:
327
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
3
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Chapter Fifteen
Hello! Thank you all for your fantastic reviews. Please keep them coming in!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
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Chapter Fifteen
Hermione tugged at her bindings, but ended up groaning when the big, blond wizard kissed the inner part of her ankle. She could barely keep her toes from curling when his lips moved to her calf.
“Lovely,” he breathed. “Smooth like silk and sweet.” He nipped her inner thigh lightly, making her jolt. “Shhh.” He moved so that now he was face to face with her. He combed her hair out of the young witch's flushed face. “It will get worse before it gets better, but know this—I will make it right.”
“What’s the lubricant for?” she asked hoarsely, nearly pleading with him. “I-I don’t want anal sex. I…”
“Shh, love, calm down.” He took up the mild calming draft and dripped a few drops of it onto her lips. “We aren’t going to do anything you don’t want.” He placed it back onto the nightstand and nuzzled her neck. “It is common within the pureblood community for females with an inheritance to also go into heat.”
“And you knew that?” she tried to demand, but it came out as more of a whine when he nipped and lapped at her earlobe. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I am,” he murmured. “Right now.”
But as she was about to say something else, he cupped her breast. His thumb scraped over her nipple, making her gasp and arch into his hand as best as she could being bound to the bed. Lucius watched as her nipple beaded hard, as his thumb passed over it again and again.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, leaning down and nuzzling the soft curve of her breasts. His attentions moved to her other nipple, cupping her large firm mound in his hand. Lucius looked into her eyes, tracing her nipple with his tongue. Hermione shivered, making him chuckle. “Keep telling me what you like, sweetling.”
“Lucius…please…I want to…touch…you!” she panted.
“Not yet,” he told her, lifting himself up once more and pressing his forehead to hers.
Rubbing his nose against hers, he watched her eyes as his hand caressed her waist in circles. A fine tension was filling her body, making her entire being shake with it. And like a violin string, Lucius kept tightening it. His hand reached her hip, squeezing it just so before slipping down between her thighs. Hermione let out a keening, as his fingers traced her outer labia and tangled his fingers within her pubes.
Lucius’s fingers delved to her inner labia, making her jolt. “So wet,” he said, moving his mouth closer to hers as his fingers began to caress her interior sex. “Kiss me, sweetling. Show me how much you want this.”
His mouth covered hers. The kiss was a burning thing that ate up what little clear thinking she had been clinging to and had her arching into him as she gave herself over to him. Within seconds she was climaxing, his fingers burying themselves into her. Waves of energy seemed to pour off of Hermione as it kept going and going, each building on the other until she collapsed.
Lucius pulled back slightly, scraping her sweat dampened hair away from her face. He watched as she continued to pant unevenly. Her eyes opened, looking over to him. He waited to see what she was going to say.
“You…are wearing…too much.”
He gave a slight nod. “As you wish.”
Hermione watched him with hungry eyes that seemed to devour every inch of skin he revealed. It was the sight of his erection that had her looking back up to his eyes.
“I think young people call it, being hung,” he purred as he came back to the bed.
“It’s not going to fit!”
“Oh yes it is,” he drawled. “Every damn inch.”
She swallowed nervously. “Maybe…”
“You’re thinking again,” he muttered. “Enough of that. There’s only one thing you need be concerned with.”
“What’s that?” she asked, looking straight into his liquid metal eyes.
“This,” he hissed, as he proceeded to push into her.
***
Severus arrived to have a meeting with Lucius and perhaps find out what had Hermione Granger over at the Three Broomsticks the night before. But instead of finding Lucius in his study, as expected, he found Draco playing chess with Theo Nott.
“He’s busy,” Draco said without looking up.
“Is that so?” he asked, walking over to see the chessboard more clearly. “Busy doing what?”
“Granger,” Theo said quietly. It was then that he looked over to the former potions master. “She went into heat.”
Severus nodded, now understanding. “So do you think that they will be long?”
“Oh gods, yes!” came Hermione’s cry of pleasure from upstairs.
Draco rolled his eyes. “I wish he would have remembered the silencing charms.”
“It’s going to start again any second now,” Theo stated, as he took his turn and took a bishop of Draco’s with a pawn that danced happily after the deed was done. “Check.”
A rhythmic banging that they all clearly knew what it was had them looking up to the ceiling.
“Dear Merlin, they are going to come through the floor at this rate,” Snape whispered, looking over to the two younger wizards. “Why haven’t you put up the silencing charms or even left?”
“Theo didn’t want the charm up and I can’t leave as I’m expecting a floo call from Harry,” Draco replied. “And this is the only floo address he knows at the mansion.”
“I’m a pervert,” Theo answered when the professor looked over to him. “It’s true what they say. It is always the quiet ones.”
“You’ll be a dead one if you don’t stop listening to them carry on,” Severus told him, lifting his wand and doing the charm himself. “And as I got you out of the war alive, I want to keep you that way at least until you infuriate someone I could care less about ending up in Azkaban for killing you.”
“You’re too kind,” Theo said, looking over to Draco. “Are you going to be waiting for the boy wonder to call you or are you going to live a little?”
“I want to speak to my lover, do you mind?” he snapped.
Snorting Theo stood up. “Ever since the two of you met by chance in Hogsmead that weekend, you just have gone over the edge.” He made a tisking noise. “I never thought I’d see the day. Draco Malfoy is dick whipped.”
“No, I am not!” he exclaimed. “Just because…”
“Shut up the both of you,” Severus cut them off. “We’ll go out to eat. Leave a message with the house elves for Potter if you must. We will go over to the dinning room, if the other is too much to ask of you, Draco. But silencing charms, though good, do not support structures. And I don’t want to find out if they can plunge through the second floor down to here in person.”
***
Yes! I'm evil. And if this chapter isn't proof of that, I don't know what is (INCERT EVIL LAUGH HERE). LOL! Okay, its time for the answer to the last review sing-a-long. Chocolate truffles go out to VoraciousReader despite getting the song wrong. Sorry, hon, it's "The Passenger". Both Lou Reed (who had a hand in writing it by the way) and Souixie and the Banshees performed it separately so either of these would have been acceptable answers. Congratulations! I hope you enjoy your calorie, fat, and allergy free virtual chocolate truffles!
Time for the next review sing-a-long! I'll try as I might to make this simple, seeing as I've been stumping everyone and that isn't the point! Here it is-- "All I can say is that my life is pretty plain. I like watchin' the website gather reviews" (I don't own this song). And if you get the song and performer(s) this time, I'm going to give you the best fireworks displays ever. What was that? It's the Fourth of July and if you are in the United States they would be happening anyway? Okay, BBQ it is! Oh never mind. Cookies anyone?
And to all the people in the USA--HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
***
Chapter Fifteen
Hermione tugged at her bindings, but ended up groaning when the big, blond wizard kissed the inner part of her ankle. She could barely keep her toes from curling when his lips moved to her calf.
“Lovely,” he breathed. “Smooth like silk and sweet.” He nipped her inner thigh lightly, making her jolt. “Shhh.” He moved so that now he was face to face with her. He combed her hair out of the young witch's flushed face. “It will get worse before it gets better, but know this—I will make it right.”
“What’s the lubricant for?” she asked hoarsely, nearly pleading with him. “I-I don’t want anal sex. I…”
“Shh, love, calm down.” He took up the mild calming draft and dripped a few drops of it onto her lips. “We aren’t going to do anything you don’t want.” He placed it back onto the nightstand and nuzzled her neck. “It is common within the pureblood community for females with an inheritance to also go into heat.”
“And you knew that?” she tried to demand, but it came out as more of a whine when he nipped and lapped at her earlobe. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I am,” he murmured. “Right now.”
But as she was about to say something else, he cupped her breast. His thumb scraped over her nipple, making her gasp and arch into his hand as best as she could being bound to the bed. Lucius watched as her nipple beaded hard, as his thumb passed over it again and again.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, leaning down and nuzzling the soft curve of her breasts. His attentions moved to her other nipple, cupping her large firm mound in his hand. Lucius looked into her eyes, tracing her nipple with his tongue. Hermione shivered, making him chuckle. “Keep telling me what you like, sweetling.”
“Lucius…please…I want to…touch…you!” she panted.
“Not yet,” he told her, lifting himself up once more and pressing his forehead to hers.
Rubbing his nose against hers, he watched her eyes as his hand caressed her waist in circles. A fine tension was filling her body, making her entire being shake with it. And like a violin string, Lucius kept tightening it. His hand reached her hip, squeezing it just so before slipping down between her thighs. Hermione let out a keening, as his fingers traced her outer labia and tangled his fingers within her pubes.
Lucius’s fingers delved to her inner labia, making her jolt. “So wet,” he said, moving his mouth closer to hers as his fingers began to caress her interior sex. “Kiss me, sweetling. Show me how much you want this.”
His mouth covered hers. The kiss was a burning thing that ate up what little clear thinking she had been clinging to and had her arching into him as she gave herself over to him. Within seconds she was climaxing, his fingers burying themselves into her. Waves of energy seemed to pour off of Hermione as it kept going and going, each building on the other until she collapsed.
Lucius pulled back slightly, scraping her sweat dampened hair away from her face. He watched as she continued to pant unevenly. Her eyes opened, looking over to him. He waited to see what she was going to say.
“You…are wearing…too much.”
He gave a slight nod. “As you wish.”
Hermione watched him with hungry eyes that seemed to devour every inch of skin he revealed. It was the sight of his erection that had her looking back up to his eyes.
“I think young people call it, being hung,” he purred as he came back to the bed.
“It’s not going to fit!”
“Oh yes it is,” he drawled. “Every damn inch.”
She swallowed nervously. “Maybe…”
“You’re thinking again,” he muttered. “Enough of that. There’s only one thing you need be concerned with.”
“What’s that?” she asked, looking straight into his liquid metal eyes.
“This,” he hissed, as he proceeded to push into her.
***
Severus arrived to have a meeting with Lucius and perhaps find out what had Hermione Granger over at the Three Broomsticks the night before. But instead of finding Lucius in his study, as expected, he found Draco playing chess with Theo Nott.
“He’s busy,” Draco said without looking up.
“Is that so?” he asked, walking over to see the chessboard more clearly. “Busy doing what?”
“Granger,” Theo said quietly. It was then that he looked over to the former potions master. “She went into heat.”
Severus nodded, now understanding. “So do you think that they will be long?”
“Oh gods, yes!” came Hermione’s cry of pleasure from upstairs.
Draco rolled his eyes. “I wish he would have remembered the silencing charms.”
“It’s going to start again any second now,” Theo stated, as he took his turn and took a bishop of Draco’s with a pawn that danced happily after the deed was done. “Check.”
A rhythmic banging that they all clearly knew what it was had them looking up to the ceiling.
“Dear Merlin, they are going to come through the floor at this rate,” Snape whispered, looking over to the two younger wizards. “Why haven’t you put up the silencing charms or even left?”
“Theo didn’t want the charm up and I can’t leave as I’m expecting a floo call from Harry,” Draco replied. “And this is the only floo address he knows at the mansion.”
“I’m a pervert,” Theo answered when the professor looked over to him. “It’s true what they say. It is always the quiet ones.”
“You’ll be a dead one if you don’t stop listening to them carry on,” Severus told him, lifting his wand and doing the charm himself. “And as I got you out of the war alive, I want to keep you that way at least until you infuriate someone I could care less about ending up in Azkaban for killing you.”
“You’re too kind,” Theo said, looking over to Draco. “Are you going to be waiting for the boy wonder to call you or are you going to live a little?”
“I want to speak to my lover, do you mind?” he snapped.
Snorting Theo stood up. “Ever since the two of you met by chance in Hogsmead that weekend, you just have gone over the edge.” He made a tisking noise. “I never thought I’d see the day. Draco Malfoy is dick whipped.”
“No, I am not!” he exclaimed. “Just because…”
“Shut up the both of you,” Severus cut them off. “We’ll go out to eat. Leave a message with the house elves for Potter if you must. We will go over to the dinning room, if the other is too much to ask of you, Draco. But silencing charms, though good, do not support structures. And I don’t want to find out if they can plunge through the second floor down to here in person.”
***
Yes! I'm evil. And if this chapter isn't proof of that, I don't know what is (INCERT EVIL LAUGH HERE). LOL! Okay, its time for the answer to the last review sing-a-long. Chocolate truffles go out to VoraciousReader despite getting the song wrong. Sorry, hon, it's "The Passenger". Both Lou Reed (who had a hand in writing it by the way) and Souixie and the Banshees performed it separately so either of these would have been acceptable answers. Congratulations! I hope you enjoy your calorie, fat, and allergy free virtual chocolate truffles!
Time for the next review sing-a-long! I'll try as I might to make this simple, seeing as I've been stumping everyone and that isn't the point! Here it is-- "All I can say is that my life is pretty plain. I like watchin' the website gather reviews" (I don't own this song). And if you get the song and performer(s) this time, I'm going to give you the best fireworks displays ever. What was that? It's the Fourth of July and if you are in the United States they would be happening anyway? Okay, BBQ it is! Oh never mind. Cookies anyone?
And to all the people in the USA--HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!