The Affair

Chapter Eighteen: Seen





There is no need to speak of what you feel; if it is real it will be written in your eyes. – Anonymous









Lucius sat near the window of a small café in Diagon Alley and watched Hermione sip her hot chocolate. He wondered if she realized how erotic it was to watch her partake of the drink. The way she pursed her lips to blow on the scalding liquid, the way her pink little tongue dug into the frothy cream and licked the remains from her lips when she drank. He could feel himself growing painfully erect beneath the table and he shifted uncomfortably.







People were eyeing them strangely and he was well aware of it. He didn’t go out in public often since the war and he rarely patronized any local shops aside from an occasional foray into a bookshop. He had gone with her to visit the architect who was designing the new library and somehow managed to be talked in to having coffee.







“You look like you are going to gobble me up.” She said, smirking and lifting her cup to her lips.





“I was thinking about it.” He was leaning back in his chair, his legs extended and crossed at the ankle beneath the table. She brushed the toe of her boot against the underside of his calf and smiled when he grunted. “I want to take you away.”







“You know that isn’t possible, Lucius. Neither of us can find a plausible excuse for going on a trip.” She said, wishing that they could just up and disappear for while.





“I want to be with you, to sleep beside you and wake up holding you. I want to make love to you in a bed the way you deserve.” He kept his voice low so only she could hear him.





“I want that too, but this is what we have, Lucius.” She set her empty mug back on the table. “Beds and romantic holidays are for honest lovers.”





“You think that because we are having an affair that you don’t deserve to be romanced?” He knew that their afternoon romps on his desk, or the floor, or the sofa weren’t exactly romantic. They were wild, passionate and over far too quickly. He wanted to romance her. To have her alone someplace where there was no risk of discovery, spread out beneath him on a plush bed where he could build her up slowly, touch and taste every glorious inch of her. Where he could lay her out completely naked and love her over and over again until neither of them could move.







“I think that it is futile to wish for something that is impossible. What we have…”







“Fancy meeting you here.” Hermione and Lucius both looked up suddenly. They hadn’t heard anyone approaching and were shocked to see Draco standing beside their table. “Does mother know you are out with the help?”







“Draco, mind your tongue, Son.” Lucius said, his tone threatening. “Hermione and I met with the architect designing the library. We stopped in for a quick cup of hot chocolate.”





“You don’t drink hot chocolate, Father.” Draco arched his brow and eyed Lucius quizzically. Something was off. His father had been practically a hermit for years, only leaving the house when he had no other choice. It was strange to find him sitting in a café with his mudblood librarian.





“I had coffee.” Lucius said, gesturing towards the empty cup.







“What were you going to say before I interrupted, Granger?” Draco asked. “What is it you think you have that is of interest to my father?”





Hermione looked up and had to fight the smug look off of her face. Oh if you only knew you little jerk. she thought.





“I was just telling him that what we have completed so far is great, but there is still so much left to finish.” She said. “Not that I mind, his library is incredible, so many amazing books! I don’t think I have ever enjoyed anything quite as much as the time I spend in that library.” She cast a glance at Lucius and saw him smirking.





“You are so strange, Granger.” Draco said, shaking his head. “You are the only person I have ever met who would rather be with books than people.”





“Books have never tried to kill me, well except that one in Care of Magical Creatures class, but it was easily calmed once Hagrid explained how to open it.” She looked over at Lucius and smiled. “I better get back; I want to get those last two rows above the fireplace finished before I call it a day.”





“I will escort you.”





Draco couldn’t help but watch as his father held Hermione’s cloak for her and slipped it over her shoulders. Did he realize how he looked at her? Did his father think him blind? It was so obvious that there was something going on, but what? He didn’t think that his father even realized the way his touch lingered on her shoulders, or that he rested his hand on the small of her back.





“I’ll just powder my nose before we leave, excuse me for a moment.” She said before hurrying off to the back of the café. Draco saw Lucius’s eyes linger over her retreating back and he chuckled.





“You are fucking the mudblood, aren’t you?” Draco asked, not quite believing his own deduction.





“I warned you once to watch how you speak about her, Draco, I wasn’t joking.” Lucius glared at his son. “Hermione is important to me and that is all you need to know.”





“Do you think I can’t see it? I’m not a child any longer, Father; I know sexual chemistry when I see it.” Draco was shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t care if you have a mistress; I don’t care if you fuck the entire female population of the wizarding world so long as my mother doesn’t get hurt.”





“Draco, mind your business.” Lucius growled. He didn’t like the inference that Hermione was his mistress. She meant more to him than that even if no one would ever know.





“Are you telling me that you aren’t fucking her?” Draco grinned when he saw his father’s lips tighten. “Not that I blame you, she has grown into a quite a looker and I have no doubts that Weasley is as big a failure in the sack as he is in life. Hell, if given the chance I’d probably fuck her too.”





Draco found himself nose to nose with his father, his robes twisted in the older wizard’s hands as he was jerked forward and onto his toes. Draco laughed quietly when he saw the fire in Lucius’s eyes, that old spark of something evil.





“Never. Ever. Speak of her like that. Do you understand me?” Lucius growled, seeing through a red haze as anger and dark magic churned within him.







“Lucius?” Hermione’s voice cut through the fog and Lucius eased his grip on Draco’s robes. He stepped away from his son and snatched his cane from where it leaned against the table.





“Come, Hermione.” He said, laying his hand on her back and nudging her towards the door. Lucius glared at Draco as he passed by but his son wasn’t afraid. Outwardly Draco may appear put out with his father, but inside he rejoiced at that little glimpse of his father’s fire. If it took him having a go at the mudblood to bring his father back then he would deal with it. After all, it was just sex; his father would never fall in love with a mudblood witch.







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Short…I know……***sigh*** But Im giving you 2 chapters today!!!