Some Things Change

Hermione awoke to that intensely peaceful feeling that one only gets when one thinks it is a weekday, only to discover moments later, that it is, in fact, Saturday.

Her stretch was utterly leonine, her yawn positively grotesque. It took her a little by surprise to wake up in an unfamiliar room. Her suite was beautiful, so beautiful she hated the thought of going back to her old flat, even if it was just to pack. And she intended to do that, the very next day in fact. Her men were intent on having her at the Manor, and as Draco had said, it made so much more financial sense to let go of her place.

The extra money could be very useful to numerous organizations; although, she might keep a little of the surplus to herself. At this point, she donated about half of her income every month, but she was beginning to feel the stretch, not to mention a rather irresponsible sensation at not having a retirement savings plan or anything like that. It would be wise to put money away from the future, in the disagreeable event that things did not work out exactly as she hoped with the Malfoys.

She thought about the exact distribution of her extra funds as she showered and dressed. Draco tended to sleep in on weekends, from what she’d heard, but Lucius would have been awake for some time now. She sometimes suspected the man did not sleep at all, from his horribly long days at work, sometimes extending into the wee morning hours, to his absurdly early rising in the mornings.

She walked out to her patio as was becoming her routine. Breathing in the cool morning breeze, she smiled self-satisfactorily. She may never have pictured her life like this, but now that she was in it, it seemed pretty perfect.

Draco’s uncertainties the day before had only humanized him more. They were each feeling a little lost, she thought, and it didn’t make Draco weak or cowardly. He was the type that needed to know everything about something before he made a decision, though she suspected that once his mind was made up, there would be no stopping him.

On that thought, Hermione decided to test her magic. She wouldn’t lie to herself—she wanted wandless magic. It would be amazing. The only person alive who she knew could do it was Harry. Thinking of him made her realize she really needed to visit with him; it had been too long.

She reached out a hand and clearly stated, “Accio Hermione’s white scarf!”

Nothing happened.

It’s okay, she told herself. She had seen the scarf in her wardrobe, so she walked over to it and opened the door. It was sitting there perfectly still. She took two steps back and repeated the words, imagining the movements of her wand for that particular spell.

The scarf fluttered softly, but it might have been the wind. Closing the patio doors, Hermione tried it once more. This time, she imagined her magic reaching out and grabbing the scarf, bringing it to her as she repeated the command.

The scarf flew off the shelf and landed about halfway between Hermione and the wardrobe. Hermione gasped softly, eyes wide. Imagining the same thing again—her magic gently picking up the scarf as though with fingers and bringing it to her—she spoke the command a final time.

It rose from the ground and gently floated into her waiting hand. She went downstairs wearing the scarf, feeling complete satisfaction at her ability and absolutely ravenous to share with someone. The soft cashmere of the scarf against her skin was the feeling of triumph, and she hoped she always associated the two.

She found Lucius in his study, the warm mahogany wood that reigned there making her feel at home because it was so similar to the wood in her own bedroom. He was reading the paper and making notes in a large ledger.

She watched him for a moment, but when his eyes rose to meet hers a few moments later, she knew he’d been aware of her presence the entire time. How does he do that? she wondered—first the night before when she’d... happened.. . to overhear Draco’s comments, and now she couldn’t even peek in on him unawares?

“Good morning, Hermione. Did you have a pleasant sleep?”

She walked over to sit in one of the wing-backed chairs in front of his massive desk. Fingering the buttery leather, she smiled at him. “I did. And this morning, I made a discovery.”

“Oh? And what did you discover?” He was only half paying attention, most of his mind obviously still on his notes.

“I can do wandless magic, Lucius.”

He slowly looked up from his papers, eyes narrowed at her.

“It’s true,” she continued. “I Accioed a scarf from my wardrobe. It took three tries, but I got it.” She gestured to the garment around her neck as though its presence was irrefutable evidence.

“Did you? What prompted you to try? I must admit, I was under the impression that the wandless magic would not manifest itself until we had probably... consummated the unions.”

Hermione got up from her comfy seat and made her way behind the desk. Propping one hip against it, she folded her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow in a watered-down version of the Malfoy quirk.

“Apparently, Lucius, our magic has already...” she lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned forward slightly, “...consummated.”

He smiled at her cheek and pulled her willing body into his lap, her side against his front, holding her tightly with his arms pinning hers against her upper body. “And now your magic is ready for the real world, hmm?” he said huskily in her ear, his thumb caressing one of her bound arms.

“I think my... magic... is very ready. Dear.” She punctuated her words with a kiss on the tip of his nose, which he did not really seem to appreciate. It didn't matter, because she liked doing it, so she did it again.

“Enough,” he said quietly. “Kiss me properly or I shan’t be inclined to let you go.”

Hermione leaned forward until her lips brushed his, whispering against them, “What if I don’t want you to let me go?”

He groaned softly and captured her lips, and any thoughts of games wisped away when his tongue smoothed over her lower lip.

“Then I shall make sure you get what you want,” he said, voice perfectly proper but eyes burning with a fire she was ill-prepared to deny.

His wicked tongue traced her lips softly, wetting them lightly and making them feel cool when she inhaled. Finally, she gave in and pressed her lips firmly against his, moving her mouth with certainty. His lips were so soft, so sure. She succumbed to the kiss and let him lead and he immediately took it over.

His arms released hers, one lowering to encircle her waist, the other to rest on the outside of her thigh, on top of her skirt which was slowly riding up with all the squirming she was doing. She couldn’t help herself; she felt the evidence of his desire for her against her bottom and her body just took over.

“Hermione, you are testing the limits of my self-control,” Lucius groaned when she wriggled again.

“You don’t have to limit it with me,” she whispered seductively, uncaring that they were sitting in his desk chair with the door to the room wide open.

In response to her words, Lucius’ hand was suddenly beneath her skirt instead of on top of it, his smooth, certain fingers against her bare thigh, moving in slow circles, inching higher.

She leaned to kiss his neck. She unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, enjoying the way his pale, perfectly formed chest peeked out like an invitation. RSVPing yes, Hermione kissed and licked the skin where his collarbones met, a perfect little space for her tongue to explore. His hand was shifting around to her inner thigh, and Hermione hummed softly against his flesh, making her approval known. She nipped his shoulder soundly, and he chuckled in response.

Finally his fingers brushed between her thighs, and her underwear had never been more unwelcome. Luckily, Lucius seemed to agree, and with a hand on his wand and a whispered spell, the barrier was removed.

Hermione had felt a soft thrill run over her when he’d said the incantation, more than just the cool air against her damp flesh. It was like a kiss from his magic.

Her mind was quickly taken off her musing when his fingers caressed her folds. She exhaled sharply, unable to keep up her teasing exploration of his delicious chest. Raising her face for a kiss, Hermione moaned when one long finger slid within her.

“Put your leg on the desk,” Lucius demanded softly. She did so immediately, flushing a little at being spread, thankful that her skirt at least covered where his hand was. Lucius shifted her slightly so her back was mostly against his chest, though she could still easily kiss him, and she was half-reclining in his lap.

As a second finger entered her, she tried not to think about how utterly selfless the Malfoys were being with her. She vowed to return the favour, as soon as she could think clearly.

Lucius’ kisses were alternating between harsh and demanding, and soft and soothing, and his hand on her was playing the opposite game so that when his kisses were bruising, his hand was teasing, and when his mouth was feather-light, his fingers thrust deeply.

She was alight with sensation, unable to believe just the feeling of his fingers could bring her to such new heights. His thumb was circling her clit relentlessly, and Hermione was shamelessly grinding into his lap, making the most wanton moaning noises.

Suddenly, both his kisses and his hand became fierce, and Hermione could feel her orgasm building, fleeting along her veins and flooding her every nerve ending. He kept her right on the precipice, and she almost cursed him, but then he spoke.

“I want you to come when I tell you to, all right? Not before. When I say it. Understand?” His words were soft but commanding, and Hermione didn't believe she had any other choice. She whimpered pleadingly, but whimpered, “Yes,” all the same.

“Good girl. Wait.”

His fingers were keeping up a brutal pace, a third entering her and stretching her deliciously. He did not slow his pace or allow her to adjust, and she shook with the effort to hold back.

“Please,” she whispered, knowing that she wasn’t strong enough to contain her orgasm much longer.

“Hermione... I want you to come, now. ”

She couldn’t bite back the scream, her body exploding in ecstasy as she came. Her vision went grey at the edges and she cried out his name, a pathetic noise but all she could say as the pounding waves subsided.

Lucius kissed her softly, slowly. As though he was thanking her for something. What, she didn’t particularly care at this point.

She returned the kiss for a few lazy minutes before an insistent hardness made itself known beneath her arse.

Grinning wickedly, Hermione slowly sank to the floor between Lucius’ thighs, exulting in the look of surprise on his face. Her body felt weak and sated, but she wanted to taste him, to make him feel good. She’d wanted to do the same with Draco after he’d... but he’d been insistent that that night had been for her. She hadn’t known how to say that she wanted to go down on him for her as well as him.

She undid the placard of Lucius’ dress pants and was shocked to see he wore no underpants. Another pleasant surprise, she thought, lowering his trousers enough to free her prize.

Having it in her hand was infinitely better than trapped beneath her. She took a moment just to admire his impressive cock, though she suspected he was growing impatient. It was throbbing and hot in her grip, and she moved her hand lightly along its length, her fingers meeting around it only when she squeezed firmly.

Sighing softly, Hermione licked a trail from the base to tip, dipping her tongue into the slit and taking up the offering there.

When she took the silky head into her mouth, she relished the noise her lover made, halfway between frustration and raw pleasure. Suspecting he might like a firm blow job rather than a teasing one, Hermione immediately took as much of him as she could, relaxing her throat muscles and swallowing lightly against the head.

Her hand on his thigh felt his trembling, but he otherwise did not move. Most men had thrust into her mouth or tried to push her down father onto their cocks, but Lucius was caressing the back of her neck lightly with one hand, the other clenched brutally on the arm of his chair.

Getting into the act, Hermione bobbed on his cock, one hand stroking the length she couldn’t fit, the other caressing and lightly rolling his balls. His hand was now gripping the chair rhythmically, and Hermione suspected it wouldn’t be long now.

She sucked firmly on the upstroke, and his feral growl reinforced her theory that he liked it a little rough. After another moment, she tested her theory, ever so lightly scraping her bottom teeth along his length, ending at the little spot under his head that made men crazy.

Lucius shouted a warning, but Hermione just repeated her actions, a little more firmly this time, and he gasped, hips finally moving, flooding her mouth with his salty essence. She swallowed quickly, milking him for every last drop until a slight change in the pressure of the hand on her neck alerted her that he was becoming too sensitive for her ministrations. Licking him once more for her own pleasure, Hermione sat back on her heels, looking, she was sure, exceedingly pleased with herself. Luckily, Lucius looked just as pleased with her, smiling freely in a way she rarely saw.

“Father, don’t you have a meeting in about five minutes?”

Hermione’s mouth dropped, even though her jaw disapproved. She looked pleadingly at Lucius, but he appeared frozen as well. It wasn’t as though she was cheating on Draco, but she wasn’t sure what the protocol here was.

Lucius cleared his throat, saying, “I rescheduled it. I do so hate to have to work on the weekends.”

She heard Draco laugh, though she couldn’t see him. “Yes, I suppose there are many more enjoyable things to be doing on Saturday mornings.” He paused for a beat, before adding, “Wouldn’t you say, Hermione?”

Now that she’d tried to hide, showing her face would be even more embarrassing than if she’d gotten up right away upon his arrival.

Groaning under her breath, Hermione accepted Lucius’ hand to help her up. Straightening her alarmingly hitched skirt, Hermione smiled at Draco as calmly as possible.

“I think I would have to agree with you, Draco,” she said, face furiously red.

“I thought you would, love.”

Hermione and Lucius both blushed when Draco laughed knowingly and walked out of the room.


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Author's Note: Thank you for reading! Please review and let me know how the Lucius smut suited you! I found it to be quite agreeable. :)

Thanks to kazfeist for the beta.

PS- leValkyrie, don't be so impatient! The triad sex is going to be worth the wait, I promise. And I always keep my smutty promises!