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Chapter 18

A/N: GeekGoddess – don’t worry. Lucius isn’t that much of a cad. He’s a bit of a slave to his bloodlines, but there won’t be any need for him to do anything stupid like that. As the ultimate pragmatist, he was just exploring the possibilities. I promise! I just wanted to try to keep him sort of in character.

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After Harry went back to Draco’s rooms, Hermione went looking for Lucius. She doubted that he’d had the success with his son that she’d had with Harry. But Lucius’ relationship with Draco was decidedly more complex than her friendship with Harry.

Not finding him in the library, Hermione debated on whether to go to him rooms. But if Draco was still there, her presence would not be welcomed, and it wouldn’t be worth the risk. She headed back to the library and settled in to reading a text that she had been working on. She remembered belatedly that the Ministry still expected more Dark Arts texts, and she had promised Lucius that she would completely catalogue his library.

She was disturbed from her notes when the door slammed shut. She immediately noticed the blank pants and burgundy silk shirt, but her breath caught in her throat as she saw Lucius’ face. Dark bruises were forming under his eyes and his nose was badly swollen.

“Mab’s knickers, Lucius! Are you in pain? What the devil happened to you?”

Lucius began to smile and quickly grimaced. “Yes to the first question. An early brandy is in order here.” He walked to the cabinet and removed the crystal decanter and a large snifter, pausing to pour himself a liberal glass. “And to your second question, Draco had a lot of pent-up anger. But it went better than I had expected.”

Hermione spluttered in response as she approached the older wizard. “Better than you expected? Did you expect him to break your jaw instead?”

Lucius gingerly shook his head. “I actually expected him to stalk out of the room without even taking a swing. At least this way he’ll feel obligated to give me a chance. I just hope you weren’t too attached to the profile of my face. It’s been slightly altered.” His mouth twisted into a wry smirk.

Hermione shook her head in amazement, her hand reaching for Lucius’. There were definitely some things about the Malfoy clan that she would never understand.

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“I think I broke his nose, Harry. I mean, it looked prebad.bad.” Draco paused, reflecting on the events of the morning, his lover lounging on the bed with him.

“The thing is, it felt good. I’ve dreamt about hitting him for years. I dreamt of hurting him. He was always so aloof and cold when I was a kid. I wanted to see him react to me.” He paused, focusing on a point very far away. “That’s how he use to punish me, you know. He rarely beat me. He’d just ignore me. Pretend that I didn’t exist. And I never knew how long it would last – a few hours, a few days, a week. I’d never know until he’d start talking to me again. I hated it. I would have preferred it if he had just hit me and been done with it.”

Harry grunted non-commitally.

“You know, I don’t think I’d ever seen him bleed before today. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen him looking mussed up before today. He almost looked human.” The blonde laughed bitterly. “And that’s a first – he’s never seemed human to me. And trutly, ly, I never thought I’d ever see him that way.”

Draco sighed. “Still,” he noted with a tinge of something that almost sounded to Harry like pride, “I’m not sure if I was his age that I’d let someone half my age take a punch at me. That took some guts.” Draco smiled wickedly. “he’she’s going to be sore for a while! We definitely don’t want to miss dinner tonight!”

Harry nodded. It disturbed him that Draco had struck his father, but he had to admit, maybe the older man knew what he was doing. It did seem like Draco was calmer, and much less sullen than he had been last night.

But Draco hadn’t mentioned Hermione at all. He still wasn’t certain why his was so displeased about his father’s relationship with her. He had always had the impression that Draco had been a little jealous of Hermione’s long-time close friendship with him, and Hermione’s conversation today had echoed that thought. But that didn’t explain why his blonde lover was so distraught over her being with his father. Knowing Draco, it wouldn’t help to ask.

Instead, he put his arm around Draco’s shoulders and pulled the blonde to him. “Do we still have time for the grand tour?” he asked with a wink.

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As a former mediwitch, Hermione knew that there wasn’t much that could be done for a broken nose. Leeches could help with the swelling if they were applied immediately, but the bruises had already formed, and the leeches wouldn’t be much help at this point. Besides, she didn’t think that Lucius would take to the idery wry well.

Really, the only thing should could do was help him relax. She eyed him speculatively from across the library, a smile forming on her lips. He wouldn’t even have to do anything. He could just lie there.

The object of her attention was reclining on the couch, his eyes closed, the brandy snifter cradled in his hands. His hair was sed oed out against the cushions, while his legs were stretched out on the couch.

Yes, she decided, all she’d have to do was maneuver herself between his legs. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. And she doubted that Lucius would complain too much about her approach to patient care. At least as long as it was directed at him. She let down her hair, and stood up, approaching Lucius.

She rested her hand gently on his shoulder so that she wouldn’t startle him. Lucius blinked at her blearily. Hermione smiled at him; she knew that brandy before noon was not usually his style. “How are you feeling?”

Lucius’ response was a sardonic smirk. “Just fine, thank you.”

“Well, then, perhaps you don’t need me to help you feel better.”

Raised eyebrows met her words. “What exactly did you have in mind, nurse?”
Hermione tried to hide a smile. So he liked the nurse-patient fantasy, too? She’d had to remember that. She knew that she could find some scantily cut mediwitch robes at that store that Parvati and Padma had opened a few months back.

She smiled. “Just a little something to make you, er, more comfortable.” Reaching for his brandy glass, she put it on a small table near the couch. She then walked around the couch so that she could slide one of his legs off the couch before sitting between his legs. Maintaining her best mediwitch voice, she continued. “I want you to just sit back and relax.” Her hand reached for silver belt buckle with an intertwined snake motif. Just close your eyes, and try to make yourself comfortable.”

A small smile played at Lucius lips as her fingers worked on the buttons of his pants. Hermione worked slowly, deliberately, feeling Lucius begin to harden before she had even freed him. Finally, the buttons were undone, and Hermione gently freed Lucius’ cock from the material.

“Remembjustjust relax, and try not to get too excited.”

Hermione heard a small chuckle from Lucius before she lowered her mouth to the tip of his cock. Very lightly, her tongue brushed against the tip, and she heard Lucius hiss. She took the head of his cock in her mouth, her tongue stroking the underside in long, languorous strokes. Lucius’ cock twitched, becoming fully hard as she moved her tongue over the top of the head, lingering briefly on the slit. Without any further warning, she opened her mouth and took as much of him in as she could, her tongue trailing down his shaft. A groan from her patient told her that her ministrations were working.

Slowly, her mouth released his length, her tongue again lingering on his flesh. Her tongue paused on the tip of his cock before she moved her head back a few inches and pursed her lips before blowing on the wet, sensitive skin. Another groan from Lucius was accompanied by a thrust of his hips. She opened her mouth and slid her lips down his cock, as she began to suck his length in earnest.

Lucius thrust his hips again, driving himself deep into her mouth. Tears welled reflexively in her eyes as she controlled her reflex to gag. She again slowly released his cock from her mouth before running her tongue along the length of him, working down slowly before applying gentle pressure to the sensitive tissue at the base of his cock.

A low moan came from above her and Lucius loosely laced the fingers of one hand through her hair.

Reaching one hand to Lucius’ waist to steady herself, Hermione wrapped her other hand around his cock. She lowered hear head further, and like a serpent gently cradling its eggs, she took Lucius’ sac in her mouth, her tongue caressing one ball, then slowly repeating the exploration on the other. A strangled cry came from the blonde wizard as he spread his legs further apart. Hermione slowly stroked his shaft with her hand while her tongue continued eatheather over the delicate package in her mouth.

The fingers in her hair tightened and Hermione could hear Lucius’ breathing become more uneven. Carefully releasing the tight flesh from her mouth, Hermione turned her attention back to Lucius’ cock. A drop of moisture was glistening on the tip, and Hermione leisurely licked it off before swirling her tongue over the entire tip. Then, without any further warning, she took him in her mouth again, her head moving up and dhis his length, flattening her tongue to better stroke the underside of his shaft.

It became difficult to distinguish Lucius’ ragged breathing from his low moans. His hips moved rhythmically, unconsciously matching the pace of her mouth. Hermione’s tongue continued to tease out his pre-cum while never losing contact with his flesh.

Suddenly, Lucius tensed, and his hand exerted more pressure on his head as he thrust his hips faster, repeatedly, while cries escaped his lips.

Hermione’s patient continued to pump his hips frenetically until his release came with a lingering gasp. Throat muscles working, Hermione swallowed her lover’s essence, her tongue coaxing the last drops from his shaft as he gave a few final thrusts. Tingeingers that had been threaded through her hair unwound themselves, but stayed to trace the contours of her face.

Spent, Lucius slowly moved his hips so that his cock could slip free of her mouth. Smiling, Hermione rest her head on his hip for a few moments before propping herself up to look at the blonde, bruised wizard.

“Tell me that this isn’t the usual treatment for a broken nose,” the words were still thick with lust.

Hermione giggled. “No. I don’t that this is the gold standard treatment as described in the manuals. But I’ve heard from a couple of colleagues that it could be effective in certain cases.”

“This sort of treatment could kill better men than me.”

Hermione giggled again. “That bad, huh?”

Lucius failed at his attempts to look sincere. “Something like that.” His eyes closed partially and his lips curved into a feral smile.

Hermione grinned at his response. “I guess you’ll just have to build up an immunity to it.”

Lucius chuckled as his hand reached for hers. His thumb began to slowly trace patterns on the soft skin between her thumb and forefinger. “Never. I’d rather die a happy man.”

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A/N deux: Yes, things were just getting way too serious and heavy in the last couple of chapters. We needed a brief Smut Interlude. Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews. I keep saying this, but I really appreciate the kind notes you have left – I am so happy that other people are enjoying this as much as I am. (Yes, I am having a good time with it. Which could explain why we are never too many chapters away from some good Lucius/Hermione smut! *grin)