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The next morning Lucius walked through the fire grate
seconds after Hermione did and walked right into her.
She nearly toppled over from the weight of her
briefcase, but Lucius caught her in his powerful arms
quickly. “We have such excellent timing don’t we
love?” he drawled into her ear. She straightened
herself out and met his gaze “good morning Minister”
she said breathlessly. He arched a golden eyebrow at
her formal greeting.

Hermione’s mind and body had been warring with each
other since she took her new post under Lucius. She
wanted to remain professional in front of him but her
body craved his touch like nothing ever had. She let
out a nervous laugh and untangled herself from his
clutches.

She quickly took refuge behind her desk, using it as a
barricade against him. Her eyes followed Lucius as he
crossed the office, watching every muscle in his
shoulders and arms as he divested himself of his suit
coat. “Sleep well last night?” he asked her casually
as he loosened his tie and undid a few buttons of his
shirt.

”Y-yes… what are you doing?” she asked bluntly. “Oh
no, there will be none of that this morning, you know
we had a nice routine working for us… why should we
stop now?” he said as he stood on the other side of
her desk. “Wasn’t last night enough for you?” She said
tersely as she pressed her thighs together.

His eyes raked over her body, paying particular
attention to her thighs rustling under her skirt. He
deftly moved around her desk and cupped her ass in his
hand, crushing her to his body. “Still a little sore
love? I promise to be more gentle” he whispered into
her ear. Lurid visions filled her mind from last
night’s escapades, he had her on her hands and knees as
he pummeled into her ass. She was feeling a little
sore from his invasion of every orifice she had. He
gleaned from her thoughts that she wasn’t quite in the
mood, and that wouldn’t do at all he thought smugly.

He flipped her coin into his mouth as he started
unbuttoning her blouse. “Lucius…” she protested with a
heavy sigh. “We are meeting Oberon today… we can’t be
weak with lust in front of him” he whispered into her
neck. She curled her hand into his hair, which was
slightly damp and smelled of sandalwood. She swooned
at the knowledge he had just washed his hair, even the
smallest details made her weak in the knees. She
slowly came to her senses from what he just said.
“We?” she chirped out. “Normally you would go alone,
but I don’t trust Oberon with you by yourself so I’ll
be chaperoning”.

She was relieved that Lucius wouldn’t toss her to the
literal king of the vampires by herself but was not
looking forward to Oberon’s visit at all. “Mmmm you
smell so good Hermione” he purred into her chest as he
slipped his hand up her skirt.
She was wet as soon as the coin met his velvety tongue
and kept imagining him naked in one of the manor’s
large bathtubs washing his hair. She knew it was an
odd erotic wet dream but it was devastating to her
resolve. Lucius gray eyes went dark with lust as they
gazed into her deep brown eyes. He picked her up and
sat her on the edge of her desk. She spread her legs
wider for him and he deftly pushed her knickers out of
the way to slide his long fingers inside of her.

She heard the metallic clink of his belt buckle and
shuddered in anticipation of the pleasure she would
soon be immersed in. He quickly sheathed himself
inside of her and brought them both to climax within a
few quick hard thrusts. He flooded her with his seed
several times that day, and made sure she was wet with
his juices before the meeting with Oberon. He wanted
the vampire to know under no uncertain terms that this
witch was claimed by him and knew Oberon’s acute sense
of smell would pick up Lucius’s abundant amount of
seed on her. He told Hermione that it was necessary to
keep her so inundated with his seed to keep the
vampire at bay. Lucius knew this wasn’t true, and
probably would lust after her more because Oberon had
lusted after Lucius for decades now.

Lucius let Oberon drink from him when the occasion
warranted it but never let it go farther than that.
Hermione found Harry in his office in the Auror
department, grilled him on Oberon’s history, and was
none to pleased to hear of all the atrocities he let
his followers do to muggles. Hermione gave Harry a
quick peck on the cheek and ruffled his hair before
heading back to the Ministers office.

While Hermione was out of the office Lucius read over the
Strange letter he received that morning. It was another threat note, anonymous as usual, but as ominous as all the letters he had
Received just like this one. He knew he had to do something soon,
The letters were so vague, but he knew that if he didn’t take more drastic measures he could be putting himself in an early grave.

When Hermione entered the office, she was stunned to
find Lucius and Oberon sitting rather close on the
couch. Her eyes went to Lucius’s white blonde hair,
and then trailed over to Oberon. He was the most beautiful
person or creature Hermione had ever seen, more
beautiful than any veela even. He had dark auburn
tresses that flowed in waves down his back, his pale
skin was opalescent and seemed to glow with ethereal
beauty. His lips were perfectly formed cupid’s bows
that turned up at the corners, not too thin nor too
full but delicate and alluring. His features were
delicate and his face was heart shaped, he looked no
older than 19, yet Hermione knew he was centuries old.


She met his gaze, and found he had the most stunning
green eyes she had ever seen. Harry had stunning green
eyes, but Oberon’s shone like bright emeralds and
seemed to glow like his skin. They had flecks of gold
in them and felt her knees go weak when he stood from
the couch. Lucius stood as well and sauntered over to
Hermione, gripping her shoulders gently and guiding
her over to Oberon. “This is my very talented
undersecretary Hermione Granger” Lucius drawled.
Oberon took Hermione’s hand and gave it a light kiss.
“Pleasure to meet you ma chère.”

He had the faintest French accent and a deep sensual
voice. Hermione was speechless as she stared openly at
him. Lucius gripped her shoulders a little harder, but
Oberon’s emerald gaze still transfixed her. She
didn’t snap out of it until Draco burst through the
doors of the office and Oberon released his gaze on
her.

“Yes, pleasure to meet you too” she said quietly.
Draco crossed the room and shook Oberon’s hand warmly;
apparently, they already knew each other judging by the warmth of Draco’s smile. “ah young Master Malfoy, how goes things? Staying out of trouble I hope…” Oberon asked jovially. Draco gave Oberon a playful wink before he looked down at Hermione and gave her a smirk “first time meeting Mr. Lacroix I see” said a grinning Draco.
Hermione gave Draco a pained smile.

“Draco, do you need something important?” Lucius
drawled with annoyance. “Ah Lucius it is always a
pleasure to be in the company of a Malfoy, one more
will not hurt surely” soothed Oberon. Oberon’s eyes
locked on to Hermione’s and she was vaguely aware that
Draco and Lucius were arguing in harsh whispers across
the room.

She hadn’t remembered following him to the couch but
suddenly realized just how close she was to that
gorgeous face. “I’m ready for my punishment Miss
Granger, Lucius lured me here to chastise me for my
children’s … lack of discretion I’m afraid”.
Hermione’s mind was swimming and wanted to bombard him
with questions but couldn’t seem to articulate them.
“I know Lucius is not so easy to forgive, but I
understand you are his conscious so to speak… I must
throw myself at your mercy my dear”.

Hermione swallowed hard and fixed her gaze on the
silver buttons on his finely tailored jacket and
heaved a sigh “well you certainly need a great deal of
PR to bring you back into the wizarding world, some
may never forgive or forget you were the alleged
accomplice to Voldemort.” Oberon leaned closer to her
and gently pushed a curl back from her eyes “and what
of your thoughts? Will you forgive and forget? Is your
heart as trusting as our dear Minister longs to
believe?”

His words jarred her thoughts, what all had Lucius
said to Oberon? She didn’t know why, but she trusted
this auburn haired Adonis almost instantly, and
against her greater logic telling her she should be
leery. “I believe your innocence, but you must
understand we have a great deal of boundaries to set
down” she chided.

Oberon let out a low deep laugh that made Lucius and
Draco stop their hissing in the corner and turn to
stare at the pair on the couch. “I am very taken with
you Hermione… you are so full of fire, and I must
concede, I am in your very capable hands”. Lucius
swaggered over after deciding he really wasn’t
comfortable with how close Oberon sat next to his
witch. “She’s hoodwinked you already I see” Lucius
drawled.

Hermione shot him a scathing glare and shifted
uncomfortably on the couch. “Careful with that silver
tongue Lucius, she seems a formidable adversary”
Oberon said silkily. Lucius guided the rest of their
meeting with Oberon for the rest of that afternoon.
Draco had stayed for only a little while longer, to
check in on Hermione and to rub elbows with Oberon for
a short while. Hermione found herself amazed at how
much Draco contributed to the conversation and had
actually argued many of her points. Hermione chastised
herself for assimilating into the “Malfoy culture” as
she liked to call it, so fast.

Draco had to go back to Gringotts and Hermione stifled
a gasp when Oberon kissed him full on the lips when he
left the office. Draco merely blushed around his ears
but seemed accustomed to this behavior. Hermione’s
body couldn’t handle the tension when Oberon said
goodbye to Lucius. Oberon grasped Lucius around his
broad shoulders and claimed his mouth in a quick but
consuming kiss. Hermione felt the little spark of lust
ignite into an inferno; Oberon’s mouth on Lucius’s was
the epitome of erotic for her.

She turned bright pink when she let out a long moan at
the sight of the two gorgeous men in front of her.
Lucius and Oberon’s silver and emerald eyes were glued
to her and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She
gaped openly at them and all but jumped out of her
skin when Oberon glided over to her. “Hermione” he
whispered to her as he snaked his hands in her hair.
He claimed her lips gently and she felt herself melt
into his touch, his lips were like fire on hers and
she felt such a rush at the tingle he sent through her
entire body. “I will see you again soon, take care of
Lucius… he needs you more than you know” he breathed
before releasing her.

Lucius glared pointedly at the back of Oberon’s
glorious auburn head and Hermione felt a deep longing
to watch Lucius and Oberon kiss again. Lucius leaned
against his desk with his arms crossed, his familiar
smirk, and cold glare in place. “Well what can I say,
he’s French… they are so very liberal with their lips”
he drawled in explanation to Hermione. Hermione was
trying hard to gather her thoughts and regain her
composure and didn’t respond to the blonde. “Well?”
Lucius barked. She looked up at him abruptly “well
what?” she queried.

“Do you think we should trust him?” he asked
sincerely. “Y-your asking me?” she spluttered. “That
was the whole point in meeting him actually, to gauge
your reaction towards him… see if you fell for his
whiles or if he really has reformed,” he explained
coolly. “It’s quite difficult to not want to believe
him… are you really considering forging relations with
the vampires?” Hermione asked as she focused her eyes
on Lucius’s well-snogged lips.

“And what kind of ‘relations’ do you have in mind for
Mr. Lacroix?” he asked pointedly. “What are you
playing at anyways? This isn’t about any new vampire
policies is it?” Hermione asked in frustration. Lucius
pinched the bridge of his nose “I’m afraid it’s a
little more complex, its true I was curious as to how
you would respond to Oberon…” he didn’t finish his
statement before Hermione cut him off. “Not that my
sex life is of any of your business whatsoever! You
honestly think I’m a little trollop don’t you?” she
spat out at him.

“Do NOT put words in my mouth, I never said you were a
trollop and if you weren’t so damned hot headed I
could finish what I was saying!” he growled. She
waived her hand dismissively at him “speak,” she
commanded. “I’m looking for a body guard for you, I
wanted one that would be capable, but knowing Oberon’s
charms… I just wanted to make sure you were safe and
not being taken advantage of” he explained quietly.

She was livid with rage and began to throw her
belongings and paperwork in her briefcase quickly.
“You really mean to say, I am incapable of making my
own decisions, including who I sleep with, marry and
if I can defend myself… I can’t take you right now… or
any of this… I can only imagine what you and Draco were fussing about today. You’ve got brass ones you know, forcing your son on me – dangling Oberon in front of me to see if I’ll take the bate…I’m leaving for the day, I might come in tomorrow… I might not… so don’t go sending out a search party.” She snarled out at him.
She was at the fireplace and she heard him sigh her
name before she vanished from his sight.