Refashioning Affection

Chapter Sixteen: New Discoveries

Hermione was in shock at how much she was enjoying herself. There she was, arms tied above her head and a naked Lucius smiling above her, blindfold in hand.

Now, she always enjoyed Lucius, especially without a stitch of clothing on, but his dominant nature was making her quiver all over with excitement.

He was leaning over her now; the ends of his long, blonde hair tickled her chest. His eyes moved over her face. “Are you ready, my darling?” he asked, not wanting to take their game too far if she wasn’t really ready.

She smiled the one smile that seemed to be only for his eyes. “Yes, my Lord,” she replied in a husky whisper. Lucius grinned at the title and kissed her brow before securing the blindfold.

Now without her sight or her ability to touch, Hermione became completely reliant on her other senses. She felt the weight shift on the bed.

His fingertips were gliding up her torso. They caressed the undersides of her breasts and pinched the tips with just enough force to draw a moan from her lips. He shifted higher on her body; his muscled thighs flanked her hips, his hot, weeping erection rested against her stomach.

His fingers continued their slow mapping of her body, tracing over her lips and nose and around the blindfold.

“You are utterly stunning, my witch,” he whispered close to her ear. She could feel his unbound hair against her shoulder and arm, smell his delicious scent.

“Do you feel me? My cock is so hard at the thought of being within you.”

She merely moaned as his lips moved across her collarbone.

“What was that, my beauty?’ he asked playfully. “Can you feel how much I want you?”

“Yes, my Lord,” she responded, tightening her bonds as she arched off the bed, Lucius’s mouth now on her breasts.

“Better,” he mumbled against her skin as he moved down her body, paying homage to every piece of skin he could reach.

When he reached her center he grinned. She was glistening from his ministrations, the heady scent of sex hung in the air. She was more than ready for the taking, but he wanted to try something he had yet to do.

At the first touch of his tongue, Hermione let out a keening wail.

“Do you like that?” he asked smirking, and just before she could answer he sucked her hard nub between his lips.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed writhing on the bed.

“I am no deity, my dear one,” he chuckled as he continued to kiss her wet, pink flesh. “I am one hundred percent mortal.”

“My Lord, please, I need you,” she begged, arching into his gentle mouth.

“I know, my witch, and soon you shall have me,” he promised.

He kissed her mound one last time and swiped the rough flat of his tongue up her folds, just for good measure.

“First though, I want to be able to see those beautiful eyes.” He quickly removed the blindfold and then trailed his hands up to unbind her wrists.

“I love how your arms feel around me while I take you.”

“Lucius, my Lord, please…” She was desperate, opening her legs wider to cradle his hips.

That was all it took and soon they started the timeless dance of lovers, both falling asleep after two of the best orgasms either of them could remember.

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Lucius sat with robe loosely tied around his waist, the book Hermione had put in the box on his knee. He was flipping through the pages. In all honesty, he could have written the book himself, but there were some intriguing ideas he was more then willing to try on his private grounds, should Hermione show an interest.

He had been moved by her trust in him. It made his heart soar to know that she felt so comfortable with him. His thoughts drifted to the top drawer of his dresser. Lucius padded over on bare feet and pulled out the mahogany drawer. He pushed aside the jumbled contents to find the little velvet bag.

Inside, a small carved box held a ring that he had purchased for Hermione on a whim. The delicate knotted silver that housed a perfect pearl was going to be a promise ring; one that he hoped would symbolize their first step to marriage.

He knew it was a dangerous dream to nurture, but he could not help but imagine that witch as his wife. He was an old-fashioned man, and wanted to show the whole world that they belonged to each other.

He was so deep into his own musing, he had not noticed Hermione stirring and awake.

“Lucius, what are you looking for?” she asked from her warm nest on the massive bed.

“For my old school ties; I think you would look lovely tied to my bed wrapped in silver and green,” he replied, shoving the little velvet bag to the back of the drawer and turned around with a smirk on his face.

“You would,” Hermione chuckled sleepily at him. “Come back to bed, Lucius. It’s cold in here without you.”

Lucius made quick work of crawling back into bed and wrapping himself around his witch.

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The New Year was on the horizon. Lucius had found himself looking more often to his top drawer, his imagination coming up with all sorts of scenarios as to how to present the ring to Hermione.

He had considered slipping it onto her finger as they kissed at midnight, but thought against it. Hermione wouldn’t want such a moment to be done in public.

He was letting her drag him to Diagon Alley for First Night. She had promised to make it up to him though, and this morning while he dressed he found two of his old school ties hanging on the back of his closet door, very promising indeed.

There was also their upcoming trip to the Welsh border. That held some possibility. Then again, they would be dealing with some sort of evil entity which could put a damper on the romance.

Oh well, he would think of something, he assured himself as he finished dressing. Suddenly, Loral popped in to announce that Hermione had arrived. Lucius made his way downstairs to the main parlor to find her looking out at the snow-covered grounds.

She looked delectable with her form-fitting jeans hugging her arse, and the butter soft cashmere sweater clinging to her breasts.

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Hermione was lost in her own little world, gazing out upon the winter scenery. She was thinking of Lucius, and how she felt about him. She experienced a tightening in her chest and a knot in her stomach whenever she thought about her life without Lucius in it. And when she dared think of a future that traveled beyond a few months, there was radiating warmth through her heart.

She may have gotten herself out beyond her depth when it came to Lucius Malfoy, but she was willing to let herself be taken by the tide for now.

She felt him come up behind her and she leaned back into his embrace as he wrapped his long arms around her.

“Mmm, so soft, but I much prefer your silken skin,” he said as he kissed her cheek.

“Soon, darling, but first we have to drink some mulled wine, eat some candy floss and then kiss at midnight; then I am at your mercy.” She turned in his arms and gave him a peck on the lip, “My Lord.” She winked.

“Well, what are you waiting for, witch? Let’s go so we can get back and I can ravage you.” She laughed as he all but dragged her to the main entry to apparate to the Leaky Cauldron.

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Hermione enjoyed the night immensely. They had met up with Ron, Draco, Harry and Ginny. Lucius had his first taste of candy floss, and the look on his face as Hermione all but force-fed him the fluffy, sticky treat would be forever etched into her mind.

She had been very pleased to see Harry and Ginny arm in arm and sharing a very passionate kiss at midnight. It was about time.

Lucius had given her quite a kiss as well. He dipped her low over his arm and proceeded to kiss her breathless.

He then made good on his promise, and Hermione had found herself secured to his massive bed with Slytherin House ties.

Now, she lay awake in bed, the ties were on the floor and Lucius was stretched out next to her, one hand resting against her stomach.

They would be leaving soon. Their trip was all planned, and she had gone over the diaries a dozen times each, studied every book she could find on demons and haunting, but she only had a few leads.

They would figure it out, she was sure of that. Their minds combined made a formidable force against any mystery.

Hermione smiled over at the sleeping wizard who had proven to be so much more than she had ever imagined possible. She reached up and he automatically laced his fingers with her own. It was at that moment that Hermione was hit was the truth: she had fallen in love with Lucius Malfoy.

And she was scared.

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A/N: Sorry for the wait everyone, moving to the bottom of the world takes a lot out of you.

Thank you to my wonderful beta!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter,

Cheers, Sarah