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Pushing
A/N: You may have noticed that I have a thing for clothing; I spend most of my days either in a lecture theatre, Biology lab or at work in a dusty warehouse, not exactly vogue venues. However, I love my pretty dresses and even prettier knickers and bras – so that rubs off in my fics. Perhaps I’m strange?
Anyway, back to the plot: ffpoisongirl gave me an idea in a review… so, I give you another chapter: Pushing.
Hermione, Jess and Lucius returned to Malfoy Manor six hours later – with the first day of calendar sales, autographs, the profit from the bar of the Spear and Arrow and the auctions of nightwear, corsets and sheep, they’d raised over two-hundred-thousand-galleons for Saint Mungos.
On the first day of sales, they had put the hospital back in the black.
“That was so much fun!” Jess said, folding herself into Draco’s arms as he stood to greet her. “I can’t believe my nightie went for two hundred galleons! I only paid six for it!”
“My corset and its various matching bits and bobs went for four hundred! But I admit, I’m a tad worried that it went to a bloke – but whatever floats his boat…” Hermione said, shrugging.
“Well, just in case you missed it – I made a little stop in Diagon Alley and got you this…” Draco said, handing Jess a white box.
Lifting the lid, Jess was met with a small mountain of packaging, “Lovely, you got me a box of tissue paper!” she joked, moving the lavender-scented sachet away and finally meeting silk. Placing the box on the loveseat Draco had vacated, she began to gently tease the claret garment from its protective layers.
“Oh my!” she said, eyeing the full length sheath and the delicate appliquéd gold roses that adorned it. The neckline wasn’t as low as the one that had sold, but would support her heavy breasts with its empire line; the back dipped reasonably low; darts in the centre would ensure her rear and waist were hugged by the decedent material – but not too tightly, this was officially an item of sleepwear.
“I wouldn’t sleep in that! It’s perfect for a night in a fancy restaurant!” Hermione teased, shaking her head as Jess draped the padded hanger over her head and gently pulled the fabric over her.
“Oooh! Look, I get matching slippers too!” she said, removing the dress from her neck and picking up the gold slip-ons with red roses. “Not as good as my sheep slippers – but a definitely sexier.” She said, stating the obvious.
The sheep slippers had been a joke gift in the secret Santa the previous year – but Jess thought they were marvellous and had practically worn them out. Draco hated them with a passion, especially as they’d occasionally bleat from under his bed. For a man who still had nightmares about monsters under the bed, they were rather alarming.
“Does madam approve?” Draco said, one eyebrow lifted and a pleased smirk on his face.
“Madam approves a lot – and it’s the right size too!” she said hugging him.
“Duh – I might be a man, but I am perfectly capable of remembering your bra size, dress size and shoe size.” Draco said, shaking his head and letting the eyebrow drop. He and Jess left the room with arms wrapped around each other, an empty cardboard box and tissue paper left on the leather loveseat.
Hermione carefully folded the paper, placed the lid on the box and then put the box on the side table so she could sit down. “You’d think he’d given her the crown jewels, not a nightie.” She chuckled, stretching and cracking her knuckles; she hadn’t written so much since her OWL History of Magic exam – she hadn’t realised so many people would want her autograph.
“Today was rather successful, wasn’t it?” Lucius said, sitting next to her and casually draping his arm over the back of the seat.
“Yeah – I was quite shocked with the number of women who wanted my autograph! They all said they thought I looked wonderful; even though my boobs aren’t big and my hips are a bit wide, and my legs aren’t model length… I could easily get big-headed with their compliments.”
“What they said was true! You do look wonderful!” Lucius insisted in his gravely voice.
“Not that wonderful, I’d settle for average – looking in the mirror tends to scratch the rose-coloured glasses formed by such compliments.” Hermione sighed, closing her eyes for a moment.
“Better than average, I’d say.” Lucius said, taking his turn at ‘the eyebrow’.
“Hmm – we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one.” Hermione chuckled, standing and moving to leave the room.
“Where are you going?” Lucius asked, puzzled.
“To pack my things – you’re fine now; you don’t need me holding you while you sleep. You can cope with a cough and a sore throat.” She said, leaving the room and starting on the stairs.
“You don’t have to go – not if you don’t want to.” Lucius growled, following her as she went to his rooms.
“I do want to – I miss my own bed and Crooks is driving Harry mad with his pining for me.” She said, not stopping in her motion to his door.
“This could be your bed if you wanted it to be.” Lucius managed to choke out – the voice he was aiming for would have sounded seductive if barbed wire wasn’t lining his throat.
“Nah – too close now you’re well again.” She said, accioing the few items she’d brought with her before saying another spell that packed them into the tote bag.
Lucius crept up behind her and wrapped strong arms around her waist, “But…” he started, resting his aching head on her shoulder, wrapping his body around her.
“Stop being a big baby, take your cough medicine and take it easy over the weekend, you’re back in Monday morning.” Hermione replied, removing his arms to walk around the room to check she hadn’t forgotten anything.
“This is more than a request for nursing through sickness – I don’t think I can sleep without you! I’ve grown used to waking up to your stomach rumbling, with your hand in my hair…” he pleaded, noting she didn’t look at him as he spoke.
“And I told you before – it’s too intimate for me, too close. We’re friends with benefits; we have separate lives, and that means separate sleeping arrangements.” Hermione stated, zipping the bag before moving out of the room, Lucius hot on her heels.
“But…”
“Lucius,” Hermione sighed, stopping and turning to face him, “You agreed months ago that this was sex and nothing more than that – you have the choice of friends with benefits or nothing.”
“Can we not add fledgling relationship to the options?” he hissed, blocking her exit with a hand on the wall next to her head.
“No. Just sex, or nothing. Make your choice, Lucius.” Hermione said, defiantly staring into his grey eyes.
“Neither – I can’t cope without the closeness of a kiss or a cuddle – sometimes all I wish to do is take you in my arms and not let go. As much as no-strings-sex appealed after the divorce, I’ve grown to need the comfort offered in the simple touches! Our nights of passion are explosive – but lack the closeness of lovers!” he spat, angry at her indifference.
“Lucius, we aren’t lovers – we are nothing more than a man and a woman who meet to have sex. We are nothing more than fuck buddies. Nothing. More.” She stepped under his arm to leave, before grabbing hands around her waist stopped her in her tracks.
“Hermione – is that what you think this is now?” he asked, gripping harder as she struggled, pressing his body against her back.
“I don’t think it, Lucius, I know it – is all it ever will be.” She stopped struggling and reached for her wand; having had enough of this argument. She caught the blonde unawares with a hex of her own device that froze an opponent stationary for three minutes with the feeling of sharp claws being dragged over the throat. She wriggled from his firm grasp and left without looking back – Lucius had asked too much, and thus she would go elsewhere.
A powerful witch needed an outlet for excess energy – and more often than not the outlet was a sexual one. Hermione didn’t need the sex, but it stopped her performing dangerous accidental magic. It looked like she would have to dig out her ‘Pleasure Castle’ membership card, check her membership was still paid and don her disguise.
Sleeping with complete strangers who had no idea who you were (as glamours were a prerequisite of all members of Pleasure Castle) wasn’t her favourite option – but nobody asked for more than sex within those stone walls.
Lucius watched her go as the ‘claws’ threatened to rip out his throat, as the spell lifted he heard the crack of apperation – and realised he had some serious plotting to do if he was to get her to stay with him.
A/N II:
And thus, its an hour and twenty minutes past Christmas Eve – and I couldn’t feel less Christmasy if I tried; I’m working tomorrow (11:00 – 18:30) to help get the shop where I work ready for the boxing day sales, I then have a two hour car journey back to Leeds where my fiancé and I have to keep 3 different families appeased (his parents split up and re-married, plus my family) over the 25th and still have time for each other and find time for me to visit the cemetery to visit my aunt.
How I hate the festive season, its just another day to me thanks to the retail nature it has – but at lest you get good company, presents and good food.
Seasons Greetings to my readers and all the best wishes for tomorrow and the New Year. Stay safe.
xxx
Anyway, back to the plot: ffpoisongirl gave me an idea in a review… so, I give you another chapter: Pushing.
Hermione, Jess and Lucius returned to Malfoy Manor six hours later – with the first day of calendar sales, autographs, the profit from the bar of the Spear and Arrow and the auctions of nightwear, corsets and sheep, they’d raised over two-hundred-thousand-galleons for Saint Mungos.
On the first day of sales, they had put the hospital back in the black.
“That was so much fun!” Jess said, folding herself into Draco’s arms as he stood to greet her. “I can’t believe my nightie went for two hundred galleons! I only paid six for it!”
“My corset and its various matching bits and bobs went for four hundred! But I admit, I’m a tad worried that it went to a bloke – but whatever floats his boat…” Hermione said, shrugging.
“Well, just in case you missed it – I made a little stop in Diagon Alley and got you this…” Draco said, handing Jess a white box.
Lifting the lid, Jess was met with a small mountain of packaging, “Lovely, you got me a box of tissue paper!” she joked, moving the lavender-scented sachet away and finally meeting silk. Placing the box on the loveseat Draco had vacated, she began to gently tease the claret garment from its protective layers.
“Oh my!” she said, eyeing the full length sheath and the delicate appliquéd gold roses that adorned it. The neckline wasn’t as low as the one that had sold, but would support her heavy breasts with its empire line; the back dipped reasonably low; darts in the centre would ensure her rear and waist were hugged by the decedent material – but not too tightly, this was officially an item of sleepwear.
“I wouldn’t sleep in that! It’s perfect for a night in a fancy restaurant!” Hermione teased, shaking her head as Jess draped the padded hanger over her head and gently pulled the fabric over her.
“Oooh! Look, I get matching slippers too!” she said, removing the dress from her neck and picking up the gold slip-ons with red roses. “Not as good as my sheep slippers – but a definitely sexier.” She said, stating the obvious.
The sheep slippers had been a joke gift in the secret Santa the previous year – but Jess thought they were marvellous and had practically worn them out. Draco hated them with a passion, especially as they’d occasionally bleat from under his bed. For a man who still had nightmares about monsters under the bed, they were rather alarming.
“Does madam approve?” Draco said, one eyebrow lifted and a pleased smirk on his face.
“Madam approves a lot – and it’s the right size too!” she said hugging him.
“Duh – I might be a man, but I am perfectly capable of remembering your bra size, dress size and shoe size.” Draco said, shaking his head and letting the eyebrow drop. He and Jess left the room with arms wrapped around each other, an empty cardboard box and tissue paper left on the leather loveseat.
Hermione carefully folded the paper, placed the lid on the box and then put the box on the side table so she could sit down. “You’d think he’d given her the crown jewels, not a nightie.” She chuckled, stretching and cracking her knuckles; she hadn’t written so much since her OWL History of Magic exam – she hadn’t realised so many people would want her autograph.
“Today was rather successful, wasn’t it?” Lucius said, sitting next to her and casually draping his arm over the back of the seat.
“Yeah – I was quite shocked with the number of women who wanted my autograph! They all said they thought I looked wonderful; even though my boobs aren’t big and my hips are a bit wide, and my legs aren’t model length… I could easily get big-headed with their compliments.”
“What they said was true! You do look wonderful!” Lucius insisted in his gravely voice.
“Not that wonderful, I’d settle for average – looking in the mirror tends to scratch the rose-coloured glasses formed by such compliments.” Hermione sighed, closing her eyes for a moment.
“Better than average, I’d say.” Lucius said, taking his turn at ‘the eyebrow’.
“Hmm – we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one.” Hermione chuckled, standing and moving to leave the room.
“Where are you going?” Lucius asked, puzzled.
“To pack my things – you’re fine now; you don’t need me holding you while you sleep. You can cope with a cough and a sore throat.” She said, leaving the room and starting on the stairs.
“You don’t have to go – not if you don’t want to.” Lucius growled, following her as she went to his rooms.
“I do want to – I miss my own bed and Crooks is driving Harry mad with his pining for me.” She said, not stopping in her motion to his door.
“This could be your bed if you wanted it to be.” Lucius managed to choke out – the voice he was aiming for would have sounded seductive if barbed wire wasn’t lining his throat.
“Nah – too close now you’re well again.” She said, accioing the few items she’d brought with her before saying another spell that packed them into the tote bag.
Lucius crept up behind her and wrapped strong arms around her waist, “But…” he started, resting his aching head on her shoulder, wrapping his body around her.
“Stop being a big baby, take your cough medicine and take it easy over the weekend, you’re back in Monday morning.” Hermione replied, removing his arms to walk around the room to check she hadn’t forgotten anything.
“This is more than a request for nursing through sickness – I don’t think I can sleep without you! I’ve grown used to waking up to your stomach rumbling, with your hand in my hair…” he pleaded, noting she didn’t look at him as he spoke.
“And I told you before – it’s too intimate for me, too close. We’re friends with benefits; we have separate lives, and that means separate sleeping arrangements.” Hermione stated, zipping the bag before moving out of the room, Lucius hot on her heels.
“But…”
“Lucius,” Hermione sighed, stopping and turning to face him, “You agreed months ago that this was sex and nothing more than that – you have the choice of friends with benefits or nothing.”
“Can we not add fledgling relationship to the options?” he hissed, blocking her exit with a hand on the wall next to her head.
“No. Just sex, or nothing. Make your choice, Lucius.” Hermione said, defiantly staring into his grey eyes.
“Neither – I can’t cope without the closeness of a kiss or a cuddle – sometimes all I wish to do is take you in my arms and not let go. As much as no-strings-sex appealed after the divorce, I’ve grown to need the comfort offered in the simple touches! Our nights of passion are explosive – but lack the closeness of lovers!” he spat, angry at her indifference.
“Lucius, we aren’t lovers – we are nothing more than a man and a woman who meet to have sex. We are nothing more than fuck buddies. Nothing. More.” She stepped under his arm to leave, before grabbing hands around her waist stopped her in her tracks.
“Hermione – is that what you think this is now?” he asked, gripping harder as she struggled, pressing his body against her back.
“I don’t think it, Lucius, I know it – is all it ever will be.” She stopped struggling and reached for her wand; having had enough of this argument. She caught the blonde unawares with a hex of her own device that froze an opponent stationary for three minutes with the feeling of sharp claws being dragged over the throat. She wriggled from his firm grasp and left without looking back – Lucius had asked too much, and thus she would go elsewhere.
A powerful witch needed an outlet for excess energy – and more often than not the outlet was a sexual one. Hermione didn’t need the sex, but it stopped her performing dangerous accidental magic. It looked like she would have to dig out her ‘Pleasure Castle’ membership card, check her membership was still paid and don her disguise.
Sleeping with complete strangers who had no idea who you were (as glamours were a prerequisite of all members of Pleasure Castle) wasn’t her favourite option – but nobody asked for more than sex within those stone walls.
Lucius watched her go as the ‘claws’ threatened to rip out his throat, as the spell lifted he heard the crack of apperation – and realised he had some serious plotting to do if he was to get her to stay with him.
A/N II:
And thus, its an hour and twenty minutes past Christmas Eve – and I couldn’t feel less Christmasy if I tried; I’m working tomorrow (11:00 – 18:30) to help get the shop where I work ready for the boxing day sales, I then have a two hour car journey back to Leeds where my fiancé and I have to keep 3 different families appeased (his parents split up and re-married, plus my family) over the 25th and still have time for each other and find time for me to visit the cemetery to visit my aunt.
How I hate the festive season, its just another day to me thanks to the retail nature it has – but at lest you get good company, presents and good food.
Seasons Greetings to my readers and all the best wishes for tomorrow and the New Year. Stay safe.
xxx