To The Devil's Doorstep

Disclaimer: None of them are mine, only playing, will be returned to JKR etc, etc.

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Chapter 17
Bathtime Buddies

Hermione was gingerly walking Lucius into his spacious bathroom so he could prepare for his bath. She didn’t know how much strength he had yet so she wanted to be extremely careful.

She sat him down on the edge of the large tub and began running the water for him. She also put some soothing potions into the water to relieve any minor muscle aches he may have, though he didn’t say he was in any pain. She was actually quite a good little nursemaid, truth be told. She then turned to Lucius.

“Lucius, do you need help getting undressed and into the bath?” she asked him. The first part of the question being quite silly as he was only wearing boxers and a silk robe.

“I would appreciate that Hermione. I am a little stiff still.” he replied.

He was thankfully thinking of anything besides what he was planning on doing to get her in the tub with him. That would make it all too obvious which part of him was stiff.

Hermione came over to him and slowly drew his robe down his arms, hanging it on a hook on the wall. She then turned back to him, kneeling down in front of him. She took the waistband of his silk boxers and gently began to slide them down his legs, bending each knee in turn to remove them from beneath him.

She stood back up and sat him on the edge of the bath again so she could easily pivot his legs in where he could easier seat himself. This being done, she gathered a towel and nightshirt for him to put on when he was done. She also put his mirror for contacting her there next to the tub.

“Lucius, I’ll be going to take my shower now if that’s ok. I think I’ve left everything here you may need. If I have missed something just call me on the mirror and I’ll be right here. Are you settled and comfortable?” Hermione asked him.

“Yes Hermione, I believe I’ll be fine. I may need help getting back out but if I do I’ll just call to you on your mirror. Thank you very much.”

“No thanks necessary Lucius. I’ll check on you when I’m finished, ok?”

“That sounds fine.”

Hermione went into the room that Lucius had pointed out on the walk to the bathroom as being hers. It was absolutely beautiful. She had expected something a little more masculine or something. This room was wonderful, not too masculine or feminine. And the walls were covered in books, old and rare books. If she had the time she would have stopped to look at every title lovingly, but she had to get showered quickly in case Lucius needed her.

She had only undressed to her bra and panties when she heard him call for her. Without even thinking about covering up, she rushed from the bedroom into the bathroom.

“Lucius, are you ok?” she asked worriedly.

“Hermione, I’m having a good deal of pain in my back. Is there anything you could rub into it to relax it?” he asked with a pinched expression on his face.

“Yes, let me get it quickly. I’ll be right back.”

She went into Lucius’ bedroom to where she had put the potions and picked up a good salve for relaxing pinched and stretched nerves and muscles. She hurried back into the bathroom, still not noticing that she was nothing but her underthings.

“Lucius, I’ll need you to lean up a little so I can get at your back properly. Can you do that or is it too painful?” Hermione asked.

“I can lean up.” He winced as he did as asked. Nobody ever said he wasn’t a good actor.

Hermione started to rub the salve into his taut muscles. He had no new scars from last night. That was good. I guess that damned curse must have been enough for Voldemort. She was rubbing the salve in deep so it could properly penetrate the muscles. Lucius moaned lightly. She stopped instantly afraid she was hurting him.

“Am I hurting you Lucius?”

“No, Hermione. You are far from hurting me.” he replied.

“Oh!” she gasped, as she understood what he was speaking of.

“Hermione, pet, please don’t stop. It feels so good and coupling it with the fact that are in next to nothing, I’m afraid I can’t help but be aroused.” Lucius explained to her.

“But Lucius, you shouldn’t over-exert yourself. You should be saving your….” And with that, he reached around and pulled her into the tub with him. Holding her close, he pressed his mouth to hers before she could object further. His tongue parting her lips, snaking its way into her mouth.

Before she could think any further on it, she wound her arms around him, still rubbing into his back. He used his hands to free her from the few things she had on. One hand deftly undoing the clasp on her bra, then taking both hands down to undo the two clasps on the thong. He discarded both items from the tub. He brought his arms around her body and placed her on his lap, facing him.

In this position he could see her beautiful body. He pulled his mouth away from her reluctantly. His eyes scanned her in her glorious nudity. He saw the mark that Draco had given her on her neck but, curiously, it was fading quickly. As a matter of fact, the more Lucius caressed and fondled Hermione, the quicker the mark from Draco was fading.

Ahhh, now he remembered. The Lord of the Manor was staking a claim. The heir would be forgotten if the lord usurped him. Ancient ways were sometimes amazing. He brought his hand down to Hermione’s core and felt her heat. He looked into her eyes and there was not one doubt that she wanted this. By now, Draco’s mark was completely gone. But Lucius wanted to know something before he claimed the witch. And he was going to go about the proper way of getting the information.

“Hermione, pet, this may sound like an odd request but may I look into your mind please?” Lucius asked her.

Hermione was shocked that he would ask permission. In her current state of lust, she would not have denied him anything.

“Yes, you may do as you wish.”

He took two fingers and began to rub lightly at Hermione clit, as he whispered “Legilimens”. He saw the worry she had felt when Harkey had interrupted her and Draco the night before. He saw where she had slept last night and with whom. These were the things he wanted to see. He wanted to see how attached the witch might be to his son. He also saw how she reacted to him, how her heart raced and she became wet when she was near him. How he had scared her at first, but now it was a good fear. He also saw that the witch’s heart had chosen one true master. He saw that the one true master Hermione’s heart had picked was him. He would claim the witch as his own and deal with Draco’s temper tantrum when the time came.

Lucius wanted her so bad. He wanted to be her true master. It amazed him how easily this young witch had gotten to him. But the truth of it was that she was not fucking him only because she was a bought slave and had to by law, nor was she fucking him because of his money. She was fucking him because she thoroughly enjoyed it. That alone made her worth her weight in Galleons.

He would discuss claiming her as his own at another time. Perhaps later tonight after the call to her friends, if everything went well. A claim had to be agreed upon by both parties, even if one of the parties wasn’t pureblood. For now, he just wanted to feel himself inside of her.

He deftly moved from under her and turned her over, placing one of her legs on his shoulder. Swiftly, he entered her and stroked deeply into her warm tight channel. She moaned loudly, chanting his name over and over as he ploughed into her repeatedly.

He bent slightly to get into a little different position and found in her a most glorious spot. She gasped loudly as he hit her spot.

“Oh gods, Lucius. Yessss!”

He was ready to take her to her pinnacle as he reached his own. He stroked into the same spot over and over, feeling his body start to tense from the oncoming orgasm. She was keening loudly, moaning out his name.

“Lucius, yes, come in me. Come with me.” she screamed out as she began her climax. Her body shuddering against him as he filled her with his hot seed.

“Oh yes, Hermione, yesss!”

He continued pumping into her until the both came down from their mutual climax. He held her closely, kissing her neck.

“Energy, Lucius. I was trying to say, you should save your energy.” Hermione said lightly, with a chuckle.

“Oh I’ll try to do that, pet” he replied.

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Draco awoke late that morning. He attributed it to the exhaustive night they had last night. He wasn’t all that surprised not to find Hermione in bed with him when he woke. He had expected that his father had certainly been awake by now and she had gone to help Lucius. He saw the note she left on the bedside table and thought it was a nice gesture of her.

He went in to go shower before going to his father’s rooms to see how he was doing this morning. It was certainly late for breakfast but maybe he could get Father to join him for some brunch and they could discuss what happened last night at the meeting.

After his shower, he dressed and prepared to go to his father’s rooms. He thought first he might go see if Hermione were in her rooms but then remembered that his father had put her in charge of his recuperation, so she was probably with Lucius now.

He strode to his father’s wing of the house and knocked lightly on the door, not wanting to wake him if he was resting. There was no answer, which seemed a bit odd; as he was sure Hermione would have answered had Lucius been sleeping to avoid his being woken. Draco opened the door and peered his head in, looking toward the bed. It was empty. The room was empty.

He entered the room fully, wand drawn. He knew the manor hadn’t been breached, for alarms would have gone off, but something still felt slightly off to him. He began walking toward his father’s personal study when he heard a noise coming from the bathroom. It was a moan and it had come from his father. Was he in pain? Just as Draco was about to burst into the room to help his father he heard another moan. He recognized this moan also as he just heard it last night. No his father wasn’t in pain at all.

Draco turned to leave, seething. She just jumped from his bed to his father’s without any thought on it. She was a whore, just a mudblood whore. But no matter how his mind tried to blame Hermione, all he kept thinking was that his own father was stealing his witch.

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AN: OK, another one down. Looks like Lucius is feeling better but there may be a bit of tension in Malfoy Manor soon. Won’t be updating for a few days. I have my bachelorette party tomorrow night and some mad prep for my wedding to do on Sunday. Hopefully, I’ll get another chapter up by Monday.

AAN: angel, harry-draco, and pinkwands … glad you’re enjoying the story. And thanks so much for the great reviews.