Love Thy Enemy

CHAPTER 19: Resolving a Tiff





Lucius was gone when Hermione awoke. Not that it was all that unusual; he was a relatively early riser, especially for a man who kept such late hours. She sat up slowly and winced at the soreness in and between her thighs. She needed a hot shower and a pain draught. She grabbed her robe from the bench at the foot of their bed and made her way across the room, stopping when she saw the red and gold box sitting on chair.





It was her birthday; she had turned twenty-two and had forgotten completely. She sat down and opened the little card tucked under the gold ribbon.







Happy Birthday, Mione. We thought

Maybe you were missing these so we

Bought you some new ones. Oh, and

These were charmed so they can not

Be burned!



Much Love,

Harry, Ginny and Ron





She was smiling as she eagerly tore apart the wrapping on the box and dug through the tissue paper. Her smile could not have been bigger when she saw the thick set of burgundy and gold sweats lying inside. The zippered hoodie was embroidered with her house name in gold letters across the front. Beneath the straight legged yoga style pants she found a gold Hogwarts t-shirt and a pair of burgundy socks with the Gryffindor crest emblazoned on the sides.





Hermione gathered her prize and eagerly readied for the day. An hour after she had dragged herself from her bed she was wandering around the house in her new, comfy sweats, her long hair plaited and hanging in a thick rope down her back. She was carrying a large cup of hot chocolate as she made her way to Lucius’s study.





She knocked lightly and waited for his soft “enter” before pushing inside. He was slumped over his desk, various scrolls and ledgers lying about on top of the mahogany surface. He didn’t look up at her, not that she expected him to, Lucius was nothing if not diligent about his business and financial affairs.





“Set it on the table, thank you.” He muttered, tucking his hair behind his ears.



“What should I set on the table?” She asked, slightly amused by this side of him. So focused that he became oblivious to what was happening around him. Though in his defense, he wasn’t expecting her and likely thought she was a servant bringing him the post or food.





Lucius looked up quickly when he heard her voice. He had been careful not to wake her when he left their room that morning, he was afraid he would see regret and accusation on her face and he just didn’t think he could handle that. He was confused enough about his emotions regarding his little wife, he couldn’t handle dealing with hers at the same time, as selfish as that may be.





“What on earth are you wearing?” He asked. Hadn’t he burned those awful Gryffindor sweats?





“My new track suit, it was a gift from my friends.” She said smiling.





“A gift for what?” He asked, closing the ledger he had been working on and setting it aside as she came around his desk and reclined onto the edge. She had smiled at him; maybe she had no regrets after all.





“My birthday.” She sipped her chocolate and looked out the window behind his desk, it was raining again, a sure sign that the beginning of spring had arrived.





“When is your birthday?” He suddenly realized how little he knew about the woman who was now his bride. That was partly his fault; he hadn’t bothered, or cared to ask her, although she had never volunteered any information on her own either.





“Today, actually. I’m officially twenty-two.” Why did her declaration make him feel like some sort of pervert? She was younger than Draco would have been, had he survived.





“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked. Had he known he would have made plans, taken her to dinner and bought her a gift. He was good on that front, the wining and dining, buying little baubles and whatnots. It was the emotional aspect of relationships that vexed him.





“The truth is, I had forgotten myself until I received the gift from Ron and the Potters. I suppose with all that has happened in the last couple of weeks it just…slipped my mind.” She laughed. Lucius glanced down at his timepiece, he still had time, and he could make reservations and perhaps even find something to make her smile in recognition of her natal day.





“I suppose that I have to forgive you for that dreadful outfit, since it is your birthday.” He said, reclining back in his chair and staring at her.





“What is so dreadful about it? I’m at home, not in public and it’s comfortable.” She said, frowning at him.





“It’s just so…Gryffindor.” He said haughtily.





“I was…am a Gryffindor.” She said, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes.





“Yes, how unfortunate for you.” He said smugly.





“Don’t be an ass, Lucius.” Hermione said, setting her now empty mug on the end of his desk.





“This is, and always has been a Slytherin house.” He replied in that superior tone that grated on her nerves.





“No longer, this Malfoy is a Gryffindor and that makes this now a Slytherin and Gryffindor house.” She said, her own rather self-satisfied smile on her face. Lucius's lips twisted sardonically as he stood and Hermione suddenly found herself pressed tight to his chest.





“This will always be a Slytherin house; you can trust that any progeny that results of this marriage will surely be Slytherins. Malfoys always breed true.” Lucius said, staring down into her face.





“What makes you think I am willing to bear your children?” She asked, her own temper beginning to rise. How can she want this man so much when he riles her so?



“Did you remember a contraceptive spell last night? Or are you perhaps on the potion?” He asked, his hands gripping her hips tight.





“You didn’t remember?” She asked breathlessly. His fingers toyed with the tiny snitch dangling from the zipper on her hoodie.





“I was distracted.” He said softly, tugging the zipper down and revealing the tight tee underneath. “Take the blasted jacket off.” He whispered harshly against her ear. She shrugged out of it as he shrugged out of his brocade robes at the same time. Her fingers began tugging at his shirt buttons and she wondered just how they had gone from a stupid argument over school house superiority and the future sorting of their non-existent children to undressing one another in a fervor.





“Lucius….we can’t….”





“Of course we can.” He reached for his cane, withdrawing his wand from the end and casting a locking charm on the door.





“I didn’t mean that.” She started laughing. “I… we can’t get our clothes off with the sp...mmfh.” He didn’t let her finish, he took her lips with bruising passion. As soon as the spell broke, he shoved the loose fitting knit track pants down her hips, taking her knickers with them and letting them fall around her feet.



“Are you sore?” He asked, a bit breathless as he feathered his fingers lightly over her stomach.





“A little.” She told him, gasping when he licked the side of her neck.





“Maybe I should kiss it and make it all better?” He whispered hotly against her ear.





“What?” She asked, not thinking clearly. The smile on his face should have unnerved her but she just could not form a coherent thought as he slid slowly down the front of her body. He bit at her nipples through the cotton tee shirt, shoving it up and out of his way as he licked her stomach. He traced the tip of his tongue around her belly button, and sucked gently on the soft jut of her hipbone.





He was on his knees, eye level with the delight he sought. He liked it that she wasn’t completely bare, the small tuft of curls was just enough to declare her a woman and ease his slight guilt over having such a young lover. He licked his lips and blew gently against her sex. She jolted slightly and he clasped her wrists.



“Hold onto the edge of the desk and don’t let go. I know you like to play with my hair, love, but I don’t want to end up bald.” He said as he pressed her hands to the cold wood of his desk.





“Why would you be bald…..oh my god!” Her knees nearly buckled when she felt the long, rough swipe of his tongue over her folds. Thankfully his hands were clasping her backside to hold her up as his tongue slithered over and between the lips of her sex. She was moaning loudly, her nails were most likely scoring the surface of his desk as she fought the urge to clutch his head and hold him to her.





His wicked tongue danced over her flesh, probing and licking as she moaned loudly. Lucius had wanted to taste her like this before, but he was so anxious to get inside her for the first time that he just didn’t have the patience. She was so sweet, so responsive that he imagined he could lick and suck at her sweetness for hours on end. Unfortunately, he also longed to have his cock buried inside her again just as soon as he possibly could.





Hermione opened her eyes and looked down, amazed at how much more aroused she became at the sight of his blonde head buried between her thighs. She lost it when his arctic blue eyes met hers just as he sucked hard on the bud of her clit. She nearly screamed as she came hard against his lips, his tongue pressing into her as she pulsed against him.





Lucius had been busily undoing his trousers with one hand as he continued to lick and torment her through her orgasm. He pulled her down by her waist and adjusted her over his thighs where he knelt on the floor, sliding easily into her passage. She was wet from his mouth and her own slick arousal.





“I shouldn’t want you this much…” She moaned against his lips as he slanted his mouth over hers. His tongue sweeping inside, letting her taste her own arousal on his tongue. He gripped her bottom hard, his fingers biting onto her resilient flesh as he directed her movement over him.



It was a far cry from the slow, tender loving of the night before. This was frenzied, fast and a bit rough. Hermione leaned back, unbalancing them so that she ended up on her back beneath the desk with Lucius still thrusting hard between her thighs as she vocalized her pleasure incoherently. One of her legs hooked around his, her foot trailing up the back of his calf and thigh as he plunged into her again and again. His hands were tangled in her hair as it came free from her braid, his fingers lightly massaged her scalp. Lucius still wore his clothing, his trousers loose about his hips. Hermione slid her hands inside to clutch his tight butt and pull him harder into her.



“Damn you learn fast.” He groaned against her cheek, rolling his hips against her. Her moans were becoming hoarse and raspy, the walls of her passage were tightening around him rhythmically and he swore softly as he let her release carry him over and emptied himself inside her. “Fuck, I forgot again.” He said, panting against the side of her neck.





“Wrong time of the month, no worries. God Lucius!” She couldn’t catch her breath, maybe it would have been easier to if he wasn’t lying on top of her, but she just wasn’t ready to let him go.



“I’m crushing you.” He said shifting to move off of her, but she pulled him tighter to her.





“No, not yet. If I keep you here we won’t start fussing again.” She said.





“So is this your plan to keep us from arguing? Constant sex?” He laughed, resting his head against her breasts as he regained his composure.





“Sounds like a plan.” She sighed, stroking her hands over his silky hair.





“Well, I will say that I have never before shagged BENEATH a piece of furniture.” Lucius pushed himself off of her and banged his head against the underside of his desk. “Ouch, obviously for good reason.” He said, rubbing the abused place on the back of his head gently as he backed out from beneath the desk.



He fastened his trousers and reached for her hand to help her up.



“Watch your head.” He shuffled through the pile of clothing on the floor and found her knickers. “Here you go, now where are those ugly pants…”



“Don’t you dare do anything to my clothes Lucius!” Hermione dove for the tracksuit buried beneath his robes. Lucius was laughing as she redressed. He resumed his seat and pulled her onto his lap.





“I’m sorry I didn’t know it was your birthday. Why don’t I take you out tonight to celebrate?”



“That sounds lovely.” She said. “Lucius, is this how all our arguments will end from now on?” She asked, re-zipping her hoodie.





“I can’t say, I suppose it depends on the argument. Keep in mind that I am twice your age. If this is how you intend to solve all our tiffs then you may find yourself a widow in short order.” He laughed.





“That’s not funny, Lucius.” She frowned, pushing his hair back from his face.





“Alright, I have work to do you little witch.” He said, swatting her backside as he shoved her off of his lap.





“Hey! You smacked me!” She said, rubbing her sore butt cheek. “Why didn’t the spell trigger?”





“It wasn’t a swat meant to hurt you that’s why, it was meant to be playful, arousing.” Lucius said, sliding his chair back beneath his desk and opening his ledger.





“I don’t get it.” She said blandly. Lucius looked up, a sly half smile lifting the corner of his lips.





“Don’t worry, you will, eventually. Now go do something constructive, I have money to make.” Lucius was still smiling when Hermione closed the study door behind her. She had said it well, this marriage would never be dull.





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I have no idea how they ended up under the desk, really and truly I don’t. I hadn’t intended on more smut…..but Lucius wanted some and who am I to refuse him?





LABIB - I am so glad you are alright. I can not imagine how scary that must be. I live in the Midwest, tornados are about all I have to fear out here. Bless you sweetie, you are in my thoughts. Love the drawing, saved it to my desktop for inspiration, especially since Brotherhood disappointed me so much…is it wrong that I sort of wanted him to hit her on the hood of the car? And pregnant? I hope its her husbands and not Michaels LOL……There is no way in any hell that anyone could convince Lucius to be friendly with the elves…..isnt going to happen, ever. : )



FFPOISONGIRL – I usually notice them later LOL, and go back to edit….usually its because the story is playing out in my head and I am typing so fast I don’t notice that I used the wrong word. Now on Betas…..haven’t had good experience with Betas.(no offense) I had 2 completely flake on me





ChaosProphet – I suppose I figure anyone who had spent a large portion of his life following a megalomaniac like Voldy only to end up losing his family, going to prison, being on probation and essentially being “broken” would have come to the conclusion that there are somethings you just cant control and you have to accept them. I like my Lucius to be a bit of an ass LOL, but I can not handle him as a torturing sort(unless it is of an erotic nature)…..he loses his appeal for me when that line is crossed



ANGELBABY- don’t let Shacklebolt scare you, he wont do anything horrible…..hes a nice guy, remember?