The Spring of the Satyr

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“Do you see much of Draco?” Lucius asked between mouthfuls of hot, aromatic rabbit stew. He wasn’t sure what he wanted her answer to be. He loved his son and wanted his happiness, as long as it wasn’t with Hermione.

“Only in Charms class.” Hermione replied, surprised. She’d told Lucius about her confrontation with Draco on the first day back at school but they hadn’t discussed it again. “He’s moved his seat, but I think he’s doing better, at least I don’t feel him staring at me all the time anymore.”

Lucius nodded. Would the subject of his only son always be such a tender one? He hoped not. He’d approached his barrister only yesterday about the possibility of a divorce from Narcissa, and the hope had begun to spread through him that a real life with the woman he loved would soon be possible. He would hate to have to lose his son over it, but he just couldn’t see an alternative. Perhaps the two of them could have more children someday. He’d thought about that a lot lately. The contraceptive charm received by all the third year girls at Hogwarts would be wearing off soon, would she consent to give him another child? He smiled.

Hermione watched his expression change from pained concern to happiness. “What is it?”

Standing up, Lucius took the spoon from Hermione’s hand and placed it on the table. Grinning seductively, Lucius grasped her hand and led her to the bed. “What will we name our son?” He asked as she lay atop him.

Hermione looked down at his face in bewildered shock. “Do you know something I don’t?” She asked, holding her breath.

Laughing, Lucius pulled her resisting body down into a kiss. “No, my silly little darling. You don’t carry my child,,, yet.” He caressed her back gently. “But I was hoping that someday you would.”

“Well,” She answered, thoughtfully, “I’ve always favored the name Damien.” Her heart beamed in her eyes at the thought of sharing a baby with this man. How wonderful to know he felt the same! She giggled as his lips nuzzled her neck, tickling, then stopped as his lips found hers. Their tongues teased each other mercilessly, sucking and thrusting into the other’s mouth, driving Hermione towards the familiar yet always startling state of ultimate excitement. She groaned in protest as he broke the kiss to stand her up and undress her. “I want you so much.” She said, standing naked before him.

Lucius leaned back on the bed and crossed his arms behind his head. His sleepy-lidded grey eyes locked on her chocolate ones. “Show me.” He said smoothly, voice low and demanding. “Touch yourself for me. Show me how much you want me.”

Face reddening; Hermione self-consciously pinched her nipples, stiffening them into pebbled, pink peaks of sensation. “This could be fun!” She thought suddenly, forgetting all embarrassment as she watched every nuance of his expression and saw the hunger building in him. She moved her hand lower, over her flat stomach to cup the crinkled auburn curls between her legs. Aroused and made brazen by his obvious reaction, Hermione sat in one of the wooden chairs they had used for their dinner. Spreading her legs wide, she opened herself completely to his intently rapt gaze.

“How should I do it Lucius?” She asked coyly. She stroked a finger up and down over her clit and moaned. “Do you like this?” Closing her eyes, she plunged a finger deep inside, angling it to hit the spot at the top of her walls that he never failed to stimulate. “Maybe you like to watch me fucking myself better.” She whispered, voice breaking into a wicked little moan.

“Come here.” He whispered urgently, unable to bear it. He quickly stood and shed his clothes, the sound of her ragged, uneven breathing nearly killing him. Naked, he pushed her onto her knees on the bed and positioned his cock at her entrance.

He felt his erection wither immediately as he pushed into her. One moment full and sublimely hard, the next moment gone as if nothing had ever been. Horror-struck, Lucius grabbed his wasted penis in his hand as if to examine it for defects. What in the fucking hell was going on?

Hermione wiggled her bottom in anticipation. “Please please put it inside.” She begged, not realizing that, for the moment, playtime was over. When he didn’t respond, Hermione turned over to look at him. She followed his gaze to the unfamiliarly limp organ in his hand.

“Did I do something wrong?” She asked uncomprehendingly.

Shaking his head, Lucius remained speechless. Suddenly, without warning, he felt the blood rushing back into it, stiffening him instantly. Then it was gone again, then it was back. Lucius felt dizzy with the unnaturalness of it all. He lay back on the bed, watching, aghast as his prick rose and fell, as if something in his body were at war.

Eyes widened in amazed surprise, Hermione watched his body’s strange performance. She knew her experience was fairly limited, but she did read a lot. This was definitely NOT normal! Her brows furrowed as her mind tried to reason. “I think it’s a spell.” She whispered, unsure before the theory took hold. “Has anything like this happened to you before?”

Hesitantly, Lucius nodded. “It’s why I went to Bath in the first place.”

“Was it like,,that?” She asked, with a nod to the organ between his legs, so constantly in a rising and falling motion it seemed a separate living thing.

Lucius thought a moment and then shook his head. “No, it was horrifying, but nothing like this.”

Hermione thought about what she’d learned about the Spring. This should not have been possible! “Lucius, I think someone is trying to cast a spell on you!” She exclaimed, suddenly sure of herself. It was the only explanation that fit! But who would do such a thing? The image of a haughty, arrogant feminine face flashed before her eyes. Had she found out about them? Or was she just randomly torturing him? Hermione jumped and grabbed her wand off of the supper table. “Protego!” She exclaimed, casting a wide net of protection around them both.

Sighing in relief, Lucius felt the magic lift from his body. Too apprehensive to try and make use of his prick, which was once again solid in his hand, Lucius lay stunned, willing it away, wondering just what in the hell had happened.