A New Order of Wizards - COMPLETE

The characters belong to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing them for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Updated 10-25-06

Slightly longer chapter and a lemon. And I'm sure you'll never guess what happens in Chapter 18. but go ahead and try anyway...
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Chapter Seventeen – Renegotiation


At dinner that evening Lucius announced over the chicken cordon bleu that there was a dance the following week at a neighbor’s estate to which they were invited. “I would appreciate your purchasing a new formal gown for the occasion.”


Hermione sighed to herself, and replied, “I’ll go to the stores tomorrow. Just so you know I may go to the Muggle dress shops if I can’t find anything at Diagon Alley.” She knew Lucius would never countenance her wearing a previously seen dress in front of his coterie. She had learned that lesson the hard way at a supper dance when a catty witch had remarked to Lucius that she’d seen Hermione’s dress before and thought it ‘quaint’. Hermione hadn’t heard the end of that for weeks. Lucius had gone on and on, “People will think the Malfoys can’t afford new clothes - blah, blah. She was embarrassing him in front of his social circle - blah, blah. Didn’t she know anything about how to behave with her betters? - blah, blah, blah”. Lucius had been extremely irritating about what he termed her ‘social gaffe’. Merlin’s balls, he even had a name for her mistake. A gaffe. Who the hell ever used that word? Besides a big blonde snob?


Hermione had found out from Ginny that the nasty little witch who had smeared Hermione in front of her husband had been angling to get back into Lucius’ bed but had been turned down pre-edict. The witch was actually hitting back at Lucius for turning down her offer. Hermione had just been the sacrificial lamb. So Hermione had been berated by Lucius because of his sordid past! That wasn’t going to happen again, or her name wasn’t Hermione Gra…oh, blech, Malfoy.


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Hermione begged off sleeping with Lucius that night, preferring to hide in her own bedroom. She told him she hadn’t quite decided how she felt about the way he’d handled his sexual behavior and needed some time to think.


That put Lucius in a flaming temper, but he had to spend the evening being angry all alone. As he paced in his study, he thought over her reaction with more care. He considered her youth and innocence and finally re-evaluated his plan, deciding to be more open with her about his needs. It did him no good to lose all possibility of sex with the only partner he could have, if she called it quits due to fear of the unknown. Those weekly deposits needed to stay a thing of the past.


The next morning, after breakfast in her room, Hermione left the estate and worked her way through several stores before finding the perfect dress. This, she thought, is fabulous for my new siren persona. It was black sparkly material (Lucius ought to like that) and it was floor length but slit up the side all the way to Hogwarts. She wouldn’t even be able to wear her new lingerie with that gown. The top was a halter with a narrow strap that snapped at the back of her neck. Actually there wasn’t much to the dress at all, except the price tag. Hermione felt she deserved the expensive gown after Lucius’ sneaky assault on her two nights before. This slinky number was going to be her sneaky assault on Lucius.


Two more nights passed without a return trip to Lucius’ bedroom and Hermione was starting to miss the good as her mind began to forget the bad. She really needed to sit down with him and discuss just what he wanted from her sexually. Really. Sometime soon.


At breakfast the third morning, Lucius made certain to be in the small, sunny breakfast parlor at the same time as Hermione. It was usually hit or miss if they saw each other at breakfast. He entered and sat down, noticing that she had only poured herself some tea and had not yet eaten. He decided to broach the subject that was disrupting their lives. “Hermione, I am willing to agree that an apology is in order for my behavior a few nights ago. I have decided to just explain what sort of sexual activities I would prefer to explore with you. Please keep in mind that I am not a monster in bed. I think I’ve already proven that well enough. But I cannot be kept in a straitjacket with only the vanilla sex we’ve enjoyed so far. I like vanilla, but it’s only one flavor.”


Hermione could see she wasn’t going to put off her husband any longer, so she dove into the topic headfirst, “How many flavors are we talking about here, Lucius?”


“Would you like me to enumerate them all at once or just put one new idea out for you at a time?” Lucius smiled winningly, “I don’t want to scare you off, but there may be an idea or two that could take your fancy, you know.”


“Well, try me on one idea that you think could take my fancy, and we’ll see about the others later. But I never want to be blindsided by you again. It was disrespectful and demeaning to me. Please just let me know what you want next time.” Hermione’s fertile mind started conjuring all sorts of horrendous sex scenarios from those graphic books in Lucius’ library, so when Lucius said, “Spanking,” it yanked her back to earth with a thud. How…mundane. Was that all Lucius wanted, to be spanked? Or… wait. “Just who would be getting spanked, if I may ask?”


“Both of us, or either of us, as we feel at the time. It usually works out easily as a decision when we are in the moment.” Lucius considerately asked, “Will that be all the new ideas you’d like for now?” If he could get her interested in spanking it was a short hop to flogging. Lucius mentally crossed his fingers.


“Who do you suggest as the first spankee, then? Is that a word you use?”


“It’s usually a bit of a master/mistress versus slave thing, just to add enjoyment. Which would you prefer? I’m agreeable either way.”


Hermione began to visualize herself spanking Lucius on that firm muscled ass of his and got a little wet. That might be fun. “If I do it, I will be the Mistress. You’ll be the slave. Do I just use my hand? I think that would hurt me as much as you.”


“You could use your hand or I could buy some leather paddles for the purpose.”


“Omigosh, you can buy spanking paddles? Where?”


“I’ll take care of that if you’re interested.” Lucius had several sets and didn’t really need to buy any more, but he certainly didn’t want Hermione to think she was getting paddled by used equipment. He knew women reacted poorly to that type of thing. He wasn’t interested in jinxing this delicate beginning to what he hoped would be an exhilarating future. For the first time in a year, life was looking up a bit. Lucius was cautiously pleased.


“When did you want to try this idea? I think I’m willing to try, but if I don’t like it, we’ll stop. Agreed? No forcing me if I want to quit.” Hermione wanted a safeguard just in case things got out of hand. She didn’t want to promise more than she was capable of. It was a tiny bit scary, but a year with a high-ranking Death Eater had built up her courage quite a lot.


“I agree. It’s not fun if one of the partners is terrified and not enjoying themselves.” Lucius had just uttered one the bigger barefaced lies he’d told in the last year, but he realized, surprisingly, he wasn’t interested in hurting Hermione – much. He could be magnanimous and build up her endurance slowly. “Did you want to start this evening? I’ll get the paddles today. You can try them out on me and then if you want, I’ll return the favor.”


Hermione took the plunge, “Tonight, then. Your bedroom, one hour after dinner. And don’t think I didn’t notice that you said an apology was in order, but you never actually said you were sorry.” Then she fed his words back to him, “This is for the sake of the sex, you understand. We are not now best friends.” They both smiled at the familiar ground.


“Well,” Lucius said, “I’m looking forward to this evening, but it’s been several days. I need something to take the edge off.” He looked at her expectantly.


“What? Now? Lucius, I just woke up.” Hermione wasn’t ready for the quick turn of events.


“Is there a point in there somewhere? You seemed ready enough the other morning when you explored every millimeter of my cock. And you hadn’t even left the bed yet on that morning. You said you wanted me to be more forthcoming with my sexual needs and not blindside you. Well, I want sex. Now.”


“Now? And tonight, too?” Hermione was wondering what she’d gotten herself into.


“Yes, now and tonight, too. Your bedroom for now, I think.” Lucius wanted a change of venue for excitement’s sake. “Is there some Muggle rule about how many times one can have sex in a day? Thank the Gods I’m not a Muggle.


“No, you’re definitely not a Muggle. Heaven help them if you were. You’d probably have been Prime Minister by now – or a porn star. Can I finish my breakfast first?”


Lucius could afford to be gracious as he was getting what he wanted. “Of course, my dear. I’ll just wait here for you.” He sat back and tried to look patient, while surreptitiously adjusting his strained fly.


Hermione tried a few bites and gave up. Having a glowering Lucius watching every mouthful as though he begrudged it to her, put her appetite off completely. She sighed. “I’m finished. May as well get it over with.” She wasn’t much in charity with Lucius and his demands, refusing to acknowledge that he had only followed her wishes.


Lucius smiled cynically, vowing to himself to make her scream. He took her hand and apparated them to her bedroom. Lucius began slowly taking off his clothes, turning his shirt into a peep show by taking his time opening each button. He lazily shrugged off his shirt, then pulled his trouser zipper down like he had all day; he hadn’t bothered with boxers. He tugged off his shoes and socks, finally undressing down to his skin, then he stretched his arms over his head and shifted his shoulders and back muscles, letting his hair slide across his skin. He looked down at his erection and then ran his hands over his butt muscles for good measure. Lucius looked up through his eyelashes at Hermione who had just been standing there watching him, reluctantly enjoying the striptease. Her husband knew he had her now.


His body really was gorgeous. It went so well with that magnificent cock. Hermione was getting aroused by the thought of handling that upstanding piece of engorged flesh. She was so focused on it that she only reacted to Lucius’ pulling her dress over her head by trying to get out of it fast enough to put her hands on his staff. He only briefly slowed her down by snapping off her bra.


Lucius allowed her to skate her hands up and down his cock a few times, but when she started to sink to her knees, he lifted her up instead and put her on her bed face down. He had his own agenda and didn’t tell Hermione ahead of time in retaliation for her ‘get it over with’ comment. When she tried to turn over, he held her down. After stripping off her knickers and shoes, he climbed over her buttocks and slid her forward just enough to pull up her hips. He adjusted his knees inside hers, opening her thighs for his invasion. Lucius tested her feminine core, finding it slippery with her sweet juices; he smeared her dew around her petals and over his glans, inhaling her seductive scent. Snagging a pillow and stuffing under her hips, he centered his erection and thrust into her honey pot from the rear.


Hermione had been wriggling from the moment her face had hit the mattress, “Lucius, let me up. I can’t touch anything this way. I want to mmphh…” Her face was shoved into the coverlet when Lucius pulled her hips up. When she felt his fingers slide into her and spread her juice over her folds, she lost the desire to complain, and went with the program. So what if he’d blindsided her again. She’d tell him off later.


Lucius held her hips still for his strokes, pumping his rod into her over and over and absolutely glorying in her dripping little pussy. He reached around her and strummed her clit, gently at first but increasing his pressure until she was mindlessly keening her pleasure into the bedcovers. He had only meant this little interlude to be a quick pick-me-up before the main event in the evening, but it was turning into a main event of its own.


Hermione was floating with the intensity of the sensation affecting all those lovely pleasure points radiating out from her clit. She wanted to touch, needed to touch, and her hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it meandered down her body finally capturing and squeezing Lucius’ wildly swinging balls as they smacked against her folds with each deep thrust.


That stopped Lucius’ momentum; he couldn’t continue driving into Hermione when she had immobilized his balls. But having his twin-skin mauled so sweetly felt deliriously good and he started to lose his control. He hurriedly disengaged Hermione’s hand from his balls and held her marauding little digits away, building up his thrusts again. Gods, her pussy was so tight, he couldn’t seem to stay away. This was what he thought about more than he should. He was greatly anticipating their evening’s sexual escalation but this interlude would help him last longer for that erotic entertainment. He increased his pace, driving into his wife faster and faster, listening for her breathing until he heard her start to pant, then moan. She was ready to scream – NOW! He reached forward and pinched her nipples, adding the final torment to her overburdened nerves and she let out a soul-satisfying scream that was music to Lucius’ ears. He gave a few more punishing stabs to her core and went wild himself, climaxing with the vague thought that he was getting what he always wanted, a highly sexed mate. He rolled the two of them down onto the coverlet and dozed for a few minutes. Lucius roused from his brief nap, kissed Hermione briefly on her button nose and apparated away. Hermione slept on, unaware of his caress.
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