Mystery of You
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30
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40,719
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327
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Chapter Eighteen
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nonentity- Normally, I don't answer reviews, but I found your assumptions to be so far off base that it was required in this instance. Let's look at the facts that I did provide. Hermione is living with Lucius Malfoy and by this time, what with Hogwarts being as it is, everyone knows. She comes back to visit the school expensively dressed and looking better than ever. Seamus, who is deep in grief, sees this and assumes that she is sleeping with a Death Eater. He's angry and full of pain. When a person is filled with that kind of grief and fury, the mixture is a toxic stew. This was something I showed with his outburst at Hermione, who never did a thing to hurt him and never would. Thank you for taking the time to review and I hope to hear more from you in the future.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
***
Chapter Eighteen
“Are you okay?” Hermione asked Lucius, watching him intently.
They had left the school later than expected. This had happened mostly because she hadn’t been able to find him. He had work to do, she told herself and had gone to the library to see and speak to Madam Pince. Hermione was able to get a few of the books that Lucius didn’t have in his library—a minor miracle when one thought of it as he seemed to have every book ever made. But then once he was found, or she should say he found her, he was oddly quiet and far too contemplative.
And so there they were in the carriage, him staring out into the growing darkness of night. She had asked, but he had yet to answer as if he were too far into his thoughts to have heard it.
“Lucius?” Again nothing. “Something tells me that I could say anything at the moment and you wouldn’t respond.” He didn’t so much as look in her general direction. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it was like having sex in a carriage.” She worried her lower lip. “And in a train too now that I think of it. You must be wondering why. Well, think of it, there is that natural rhythm that’s right there. In a train, it’s like a healthy heartbeat—thup-thup, thup-thup, thup-thup. And then with the carriage, it’s that back and forth sway.” She moved with the motion of the carriage. “The motion is very sexual like a belly dancer when you think of it, because our body wants to regulate it somewhat so we don’t end up hitting the enclosure with our heads. How you might ask? It’s in the hips and lower abdomen...”
“What are you going on about?” he interrupted her.
“Having sex in a carriage or train.”
“I heard that, but why are you going on so?”
She went across to him, undoing his robes and pants, and pulled out his already hardening sex. Standing up as best as she could, kicked off her panties, and lifted her robes, straddling him. Kissing his mouth hungrily, she moved down onto him.
“You’re thinking too much,” she growled against his lips.
“Is that so?” he breathed, his hands going to her hips.
She nuzzled his mouth, cooing, “What’s the only thing that matters?”
His fingers bit into her hips, pulling her slowly onto his now aching erection. “This.”
Hermione’s fingers bit into his shoulders, feeling as every inch of her lover stretched her hot moist sex taut. Once she was completely settled against him, she pulled his head down so that they were now forehead to forehead.
“Uh, Lucius?”
“Yes, imp?” he murmured.
Blushing she asked, “What do I do next? I know moving is involved, but not the how.”
Chuckling he patted her hip. “Not to worry, I’ll show you.” He kissed her lips gently. “Haven’t I always?”
She combed her fingers through his icy blond locks, whispering, “Always.”
His hands helped her hips up and down. “Like that.”
She began slowly and as soon as she was feeling more confident, Hermione began rotating her hips in a delicate mimicry of a belly dancer’s hip roll. It was then that she added a squeeze of her internal muscles that had Lucius’s eyes nearly crossing. But soon this wasn’t enough for him. He wrapped his arms around her and moved them both to the seat that she had been sitting on. Putting both of her legs over his right shoulder, he pounded.
The animalistic mating was over quickly and soon they were reclining bonelessly against the seat. Hermione stoked his hair away from his sweat covered face, as both tried to catch their breaths.
“I was wrong,” he muttered.
“About what?” she asked him quietly.
“This,” he said, cupping her sex and sending a jolt through her as he massaged at her clit. “Us like this.” His fingers went down to where he was still buried deep inside her. “This isn’t the only thing that matters.”
Smiling, she kissed his forehead. “I know.” He looked at her sharply. “Sometimes you have to learn things for yourself.”
“Mouthy witch,” he muttered, but ended up settling back down against her with a contented sigh. “Next I suppose we need to try this on a train?” Hermione was holding back her laughter, until he added in an overdramatic suffering tone, “Well, if we must, we must.”
***
The reading that Hermione wanted to get done that night was put off until the next day. The morning was a casual affair with a lazy breakfast and a training session that involved using her telekinetic powers while Lucius attempted to distract her. Nothing worked. That is until he kissed the nape of her neck and everything that she had been juggling mentally went crashing to the floor. Hermione huffed with disappointment, as she looked at the mess.
“You don’t play fair,” she muttered, turning in his arms.
“I know, love, but you need to keep your focus. If this breaks it, chances are something that disgusts you will too.” He smiled smugly. “Though it does my ego well knowing that I have that power with you.”
“Then I had better get to work improving my concentration.” She stepped away from him. “Goodness knows your ego is big enough as it is. You’re no Atlas, Lucius. Your overinflated ego might crush you at this rate!”
A tickle spell later and they were back to business as usual for the next hour. As she went off to study the tomes she had borrowed from Hogwarts, Lucius went off to earn enough money to flood most every vault in the western hemisphere Hermione was sure. She was in her personal study, trying as she might to figure out just how she was able to have the powers she did without being a pureblood wizard.
Hermione was in the middle of pulling together a theory when none other than Luna Lovegood came crashing through the floo. She stumbled up to her feet, swaying as she stood there bleeding from her head.
“Sorry about the intrusion, but I could use some assistance. Someone hit my head.”
She fell to her knees, but Hermione caught her before she hit the floor. Panic welled within her. Someone attacked Luna at the school? Questions swirled in her head, but she put them to a stop. This wasn’t the time to ask anything. Luna needed a healer and needed one now.
“LUCIUS!”
***
Hi! It's time for the answer to the last review sing-a-long!!! It was "Live and Let Die". It was performed by three different groups--Wings, Paul McCartney, and Guns 'n Roses. Shortbread cookies go out to VoraciousReader, Whisperwhite, ladysnape, La Bibliographe, mysev, kinbclar, and Diamond-Helen! Chocolate chips go out to nonentity who got the song correct, but not the performer. And sprinkles go out to Daughter of a serpent and margaritama for getting the performers, but not the song. If I missed anyone, I'm sorry.
It's time for the next review song sing-a-long! "Some of them want to review you. Some of them want to be reviewed." Think 1980's British alternative rock. I can still hear my father singing along with this in the car. There I was trying to rebel and my father liked it. Before you ask, yes, I was scarred for life. LOL! Thanks for all your support and please review!!
nonentity- Normally, I don't answer reviews, but I found your assumptions to be so far off base that it was required in this instance. Let's look at the facts that I did provide. Hermione is living with Lucius Malfoy and by this time, what with Hogwarts being as it is, everyone knows. She comes back to visit the school expensively dressed and looking better than ever. Seamus, who is deep in grief, sees this and assumes that she is sleeping with a Death Eater. He's angry and full of pain. When a person is filled with that kind of grief and fury, the mixture is a toxic stew. This was something I showed with his outburst at Hermione, who never did a thing to hurt him and never would. Thank you for taking the time to review and I hope to hear more from you in the future.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
***
Chapter Eighteen
“Are you okay?” Hermione asked Lucius, watching him intently.
They had left the school later than expected. This had happened mostly because she hadn’t been able to find him. He had work to do, she told herself and had gone to the library to see and speak to Madam Pince. Hermione was able to get a few of the books that Lucius didn’t have in his library—a minor miracle when one thought of it as he seemed to have every book ever made. But then once he was found, or she should say he found her, he was oddly quiet and far too contemplative.
And so there they were in the carriage, him staring out into the growing darkness of night. She had asked, but he had yet to answer as if he were too far into his thoughts to have heard it.
“Lucius?” Again nothing. “Something tells me that I could say anything at the moment and you wouldn’t respond.” He didn’t so much as look in her general direction. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it was like having sex in a carriage.” She worried her lower lip. “And in a train too now that I think of it. You must be wondering why. Well, think of it, there is that natural rhythm that’s right there. In a train, it’s like a healthy heartbeat—thup-thup, thup-thup, thup-thup. And then with the carriage, it’s that back and forth sway.” She moved with the motion of the carriage. “The motion is very sexual like a belly dancer when you think of it, because our body wants to regulate it somewhat so we don’t end up hitting the enclosure with our heads. How you might ask? It’s in the hips and lower abdomen...”
“What are you going on about?” he interrupted her.
“Having sex in a carriage or train.”
“I heard that, but why are you going on so?”
She went across to him, undoing his robes and pants, and pulled out his already hardening sex. Standing up as best as she could, kicked off her panties, and lifted her robes, straddling him. Kissing his mouth hungrily, she moved down onto him.
“You’re thinking too much,” she growled against his lips.
“Is that so?” he breathed, his hands going to her hips.
She nuzzled his mouth, cooing, “What’s the only thing that matters?”
His fingers bit into her hips, pulling her slowly onto his now aching erection. “This.”
Hermione’s fingers bit into his shoulders, feeling as every inch of her lover stretched her hot moist sex taut. Once she was completely settled against him, she pulled his head down so that they were now forehead to forehead.
“Uh, Lucius?”
“Yes, imp?” he murmured.
Blushing she asked, “What do I do next? I know moving is involved, but not the how.”
Chuckling he patted her hip. “Not to worry, I’ll show you.” He kissed her lips gently. “Haven’t I always?”
She combed her fingers through his icy blond locks, whispering, “Always.”
His hands helped her hips up and down. “Like that.”
She began slowly and as soon as she was feeling more confident, Hermione began rotating her hips in a delicate mimicry of a belly dancer’s hip roll. It was then that she added a squeeze of her internal muscles that had Lucius’s eyes nearly crossing. But soon this wasn’t enough for him. He wrapped his arms around her and moved them both to the seat that she had been sitting on. Putting both of her legs over his right shoulder, he pounded.
The animalistic mating was over quickly and soon they were reclining bonelessly against the seat. Hermione stoked his hair away from his sweat covered face, as both tried to catch their breaths.
“I was wrong,” he muttered.
“About what?” she asked him quietly.
“This,” he said, cupping her sex and sending a jolt through her as he massaged at her clit. “Us like this.” His fingers went down to where he was still buried deep inside her. “This isn’t the only thing that matters.”
Smiling, she kissed his forehead. “I know.” He looked at her sharply. “Sometimes you have to learn things for yourself.”
“Mouthy witch,” he muttered, but ended up settling back down against her with a contented sigh. “Next I suppose we need to try this on a train?” Hermione was holding back her laughter, until he added in an overdramatic suffering tone, “Well, if we must, we must.”
***
The reading that Hermione wanted to get done that night was put off until the next day. The morning was a casual affair with a lazy breakfast and a training session that involved using her telekinetic powers while Lucius attempted to distract her. Nothing worked. That is until he kissed the nape of her neck and everything that she had been juggling mentally went crashing to the floor. Hermione huffed with disappointment, as she looked at the mess.
“You don’t play fair,” she muttered, turning in his arms.
“I know, love, but you need to keep your focus. If this breaks it, chances are something that disgusts you will too.” He smiled smugly. “Though it does my ego well knowing that I have that power with you.”
“Then I had better get to work improving my concentration.” She stepped away from him. “Goodness knows your ego is big enough as it is. You’re no Atlas, Lucius. Your overinflated ego might crush you at this rate!”
A tickle spell later and they were back to business as usual for the next hour. As she went off to study the tomes she had borrowed from Hogwarts, Lucius went off to earn enough money to flood most every vault in the western hemisphere Hermione was sure. She was in her personal study, trying as she might to figure out just how she was able to have the powers she did without being a pureblood wizard.
Hermione was in the middle of pulling together a theory when none other than Luna Lovegood came crashing through the floo. She stumbled up to her feet, swaying as she stood there bleeding from her head.
“Sorry about the intrusion, but I could use some assistance. Someone hit my head.”
She fell to her knees, but Hermione caught her before she hit the floor. Panic welled within her. Someone attacked Luna at the school? Questions swirled in her head, but she put them to a stop. This wasn’t the time to ask anything. Luna needed a healer and needed one now.
“LUCIUS!”
***
Hi! It's time for the answer to the last review sing-a-long!!! It was "Live and Let Die". It was performed by three different groups--Wings, Paul McCartney, and Guns 'n Roses. Shortbread cookies go out to VoraciousReader, Whisperwhite, ladysnape, La Bibliographe, mysev, kinbclar, and Diamond-Helen! Chocolate chips go out to nonentity who got the song correct, but not the performer. And sprinkles go out to Daughter of a serpent and margaritama for getting the performers, but not the song. If I missed anyone, I'm sorry.
It's time for the next review song sing-a-long! "Some of them want to review you. Some of them want to be reviewed." Think 1980's British alternative rock. I can still hear my father singing along with this in the car. There I was trying to rebel and my father liked it. Before you ask, yes, I was scarred for life. LOL! Thanks for all your support and please review!!