Opposites

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Next Friday night...





Tanith shot up out of her bed, stumbling in the dark for a moment as she blindly stared, trying to figure out what had awoken her. She fumbled for her wand on the night stand and lit several candles about the room as she continued to listen.





\"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!\" A young boy\'s voice disrupted the calmness of the night. Angry and frustrated.





She tore out of her bedroom door and into the hall, nearly colliding with Snape who was hurriedly dashing by.





She cast a worried look at his face. \"What\'s going on?\"





\"How the bleeding hell should I know? Do I or do I not look like I\'m wearing a nightshirt? I was in bed!\" He yanked at the mentioned piece of cloth by the neck and held up to her as if it was evidence. He threws his hands in the air and grumbled to himself as his quick gait carried him down the hall, leaving her in a need to half jog to keep up with him.





Boy was he grumpy when woken up in the middle of the night. She glanced at the clock at the end of the hall as they sped by. Well, actually it wasn\'t the middle of the night. It was only midnight. She mentally cursed. She had only gotten to sleep an hour ago. Another scream pierced the air, getting louder as they got closer.





There were two more screams before they neared the hall by her classroom where it was coming from.





The occasional screaming got louder as they got closer. They rounded the corner and both came to an abrupt stop. Draco Malfoy stood in the middle of the aisle leaping up and down on his wand, looking for all the world like he was trying to stomp it into the floor.





\"Ahhhhhhhhhh!\" His face was twisted into a combination of frustation and hatred for the object on the floor before him.





Tanith and Snape threw each other a perplexed look before Snape marched forward with a barking, \"Mr. Malfoy!\" The Potions Master was in full form, even in a white, striped nightshirt he looked threatening and dangerous as he crossed his arms and raised himself to his full height.





Draco didn\'t suddenly cease his actions with startled movements like expected, but instead cast a murderous look on the both of them.





\"I want to go home!\" he spat at them. He glared at Snape. \"I hate your classes! It\'s a useless pile of time!\"





Snape looked more like he wanted to throw himself rather than Draco out the nearest window and looked utterly relieved when the young man turned an equally scathing look on Tanith.





\"And *your* classes are utter nonsense! How anyone knows what they\'re doing is beyond me!\"





At first she only stared at him as if in disbelief, then anger, but by then he was ignoring her, having gone back to jumping on his wand.





She inched her way over to Snape, after he\'d taken several steps back out of the way, and hissed, \"What\'s the matter with him? Has he lost his bleeding mind?\"





\"If I didn\'t know any better I\'d say it was teenage rebellion... but it\'s the oddest form *I\'ve* ever seen it in.\" He scrunched up his face as he watched Draco.





\"Teenage rebellion!?!\" She looked at him as if she thought he was nuts.





He shrugged. \"It was only a guess. I\'ll take care of him.\"





Tanith only shook her head, heading back to her room grateful that she wasn\'t the head of Slytherin house. She missed the covert glance Draco shot her.





******





She marched back into her dimly lit room, tossing her wand onto the bed without looking, she set herself to pacing the room. She had paced back and forth a few times before it dawned on her the room was darker than when she had left. She was gazing about, puzzled, when a voice arrested her attention.





\"Is that how your mother taught you to treat your things?\" The voice came out of the shadows huddled concealingly on her bed, as if conjured for that very purpose. They probably had.





A threatening scowl instantly painted her face as she stared into those shadows. The room brightened until she could plainly see Lucius lounging comfortably on her bed. He reminded her of a cat taking an afternoon nap, quite resplendent in his tailored clothes and tied back hair.





She crossed her arms and looked at him sternly. \"Is that how *your* mother taught you to seduce a woman? By entering her bedroom unexpected and uninvited?\"





He gave her a laughing smile as he took to his feet, laying his cane on the bed as he picked something else up. \"Of course not.\" There was a slight pause. \"My father blessed me with that knowledge. Why? Is it working?\"





\"Hardly. I assume Draco\'s little rebellious act was just that then... an act?\"





Lucius wore a proud fatherly look. \"Well, after all, family must stick together. Now,\" he said as a devilish smile spread across his lips. \"I am here to kidnap you, as I promised.\"





She uneasily eyed her wand in his slender fingers as he fiddled with it. \"I thought I told you...\"





He held up a hand. \"I know, I know. But, my dear, you did say I could try it. Very well, so you also did say you would... what was it... curse me so badly I\'d have to stick a toothbrush up my ass to clean my teeth. I believe those were the exact words. But... you don\'t have your wand at the moment,\" he held it up as proof, \"so do you mind if I take that as an empty threat?\"





\"Yes, I do mind,\" she said defiantly, letting her arms fall to her sides.





He nodded. \"Duly noted.\"





\"Then you\'ll leave?\" There was a slightly hopeful look on her face.





He pursed his lips as if he was thinking about it. \"No.\"





\"Well, I hope you don\'t mind if I do then.\" She stalked over to the door and had just touched her hand to the handle when she heard it lock. She knew it was pointless to test it and turned to face him, noting with more unease that her wand had disappeared within the folds of his cloak somewhere, as he started forward, the cane tapping a trail out.





\"Since you\'ll be in my company for the rest of the evening... at least... what do you say we go somewhere a little less... boring?\"





\"Huh?\" she dumbly muttered. She came to her senses a little too late when she found Lucius right in front of her, pressing her against the door.





She stiffened straight as an arrow, aware of little else but the lust in his eyes and his cheshire grin, as he pulled her up against him. Craning her head around, she saw him pull the wand from his cane. She heard him say something but was too stunned to listen to what he said. She just knew the next second she wasn\'t in her room anymore. It was as if they were flying through the air. Very fast. The suddeness of the act startled her and she clung to him as she squeezed her eyes shut. She soon felt her feet touch something solid but didn\'t bother to move just yet.





******





\"Had I known you wanted to hug me so badly I would\'ve done this ages ago.\"





His voice instantly reminded her of what had just happened and she tore herself aware from him. He had seemed to hang on for a few seconds, but then let go and she stumbled back a few steps. She looked quickly about the room, not willing to take her eyes off him any longer than she had to. If ever there was a place that had the look of a love nest... she was in it. Well, she couldn\'t exactly call it a nest, it wasn\'t extremely cozy, but to her it oozed a cunning sexuality, like the man to whom it belonged.





A huge bed draped in black seemed to leer at her. A tub that would easily fit three people stood off in one corner, surrounded by lit candles, while a lone table, empty and chairless, stood in another. There was, however, a chair that she assumed went with the table sitting by itself in the middle of the room. The room was dimly lit by a few small candelabras here and there, and a small cluster of candles by the tub. It had a very gothic, old-style look to it. Another quick examination of the room left clear evidence that there were no doors. She would have to get out the same way she got in.





She stared at him for a moment, as he drank in the sight of her, completely ignoring the calculating look she was giving him. Two could play this game. She glanced about the room again, noting the various items she had missed before in her hasty inspection. Scarves, silk ropes, and what she assumed were lotions of some kind lay scattered about the floor by the bed. Lucius Malfoy apparently liked to play games and thought he could charm her right into his bed. Very well. Then, perhaps, she could charm him right out of his defenses, and her wand back into her hand.





She took a deep breath to calm herself, placing an expressionless look on her face and willing her muscles to relax. \"Now that you have me here, what in the world did you plan to do with me?\" A stupid question considering their past conversations, but it would get the ball rolling into her court.





His eyes found their way to hers, rather slowly, and he graced her with the most wolfish grin she\'d seen. He schooled his face into a merely amused look after a few seconds as he silently made his way closer to her.





\"Well,\" he stalked around behind her, sliding up against her like a snake in the grass, \"I\'m deliciously anticipating introducing you to those hands I once told you about.\" His fingers danced a path across her back as they moved down to grip her hips. \"And then there\'s also a wonderful mouth to be met,\" he whispered into her ear as his breath swept down her neck. He lightly nipped her earlobe. \"And most assuredly you\'ll make the acquaintance of another eager... family member.\" The fingers on her hips tightened as he pulled her tightly back against him, leaving her with no doubt whatsoever that he was fairly aroused already.





\"I suppose then that if I plan on leaving anytime soon I might as well learn to loosen up?\" She looked at him over her shoulder.





He smiled down at her as if she were a student who\'d just answered a difficult question correctly. \"Well, that was the general idea and I have no intention of letting you go... until I get something.\"





\"Of course.\" She pulled out of his hold to face him, still the expressionless look on her face. \"Fine.\" He began smiling like the cat who caught the canary. \"Only on one condition.\" He nodded. \"That the fun involves a little... tying up.\"





She took back what she thought before, about thinking she\'d seen the most wolfish grin possible... THIS was it. It was charming and predatory at the same time. Bloody hell! She actually felt like kissing him right then and there.





\"Why, I\'d love to tie you up.\" The tone of his voice was thoroughly amused.





\"Ah, ah, ah!\" She allowed a seductive smile to slowly travel across her lips. \"I meant to tie *you* up.\" His face fell to a slightly unsure look. \"What\'s the matter, never been on the other end of the rope before?\"





He raised his eyebrows slightly. \"No.\"





She ran a hand up his arm to rest on his shoulder as she walked around him. \"Oh, don\'t worry. I\'ll make it...\" she leaned in closer, \"fun.\" She saw the corner of his mouth turn up into a sly smile.





He practically sprang towards the bed as if he were a wolf chasing excitedly after a rabbit in a field. He removed his cloak before he sat down on the edge of the mattress, draping the heavy, black cloth on the black sheets beside him.





He quite seductively ran his hands over his thighs before they came to rest on his knees. \"Why don\'t you come over here and we\'ll get started.\"





It was her turn to raise her eyebrows. \"Started? If we\'re just getting started now I think you\'ve had a headstart.\"





His laughter rang out. \"Oh, I do love a woman who can dish it out just as well as she takes it.\"





She kept the sarcastic thoughts to herself as she sauntered over, pausing to pick up a scarf and some rope in the process.





He reached out and began sliding his hands underneath her nightgown as she closed in on him. She swatted his hands away. Taking the hint that he wasn\'t allowed to do so just yet, he contented himself with at least running his hands over the top of the nightgown. She eased herself down to straddle his thighs as he wrapped one arm around her waist. The other traveled up to gain purchase in her hair as he pulled her down for a kiss.





She hadn\'t been ready to kiss him so soon but if she wanted this to have a ghost of a chance at succeeding she couldn\'t deny him. Besides it was just a kiss.





His firm lips pressed against hers for a moment before he coaxed her to open her mouth and let his tongue slide in. He tasted faintly of peppermint and she found herself wondering if perhaps that was one of his favorite candies, as opposed to the students and their chocolates.





She caught one of his hands as it tried to casually make its way beneath her nightgown again and she pulled out of the kiss to let him satisfy himself at her neck and shoulders.





\"I think we better get you tied up. You\'re fast on your way to breaking the rules.\" His hips thrust against her and she caught herself just in time before letting out a little moan. She was fast on the way to breaking the rules, herself.





\"Oh? You have rules?\" he mumbled against her skin.





\"Of course. I\'m a teacher. I live by rules.\"





He let out a snort of laughter. \"And what would these rules be?\"





She looked past him for a moment, as if thinking quickly. \"Well, right now there\'s only one.\"





He tilted his head back to stare at her, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. \"You\'re making them up as you go? Oh, you\'re definitely my kind of woman.\" He went back to exploring her throat. \"So, what is this one rule so far?\" came his muffled question.





She gave him a harsh push at the shoulders, knowing he was unprepared for such an action, and was pleased to hear him let out a grunt of surprise as his back hit the bed. His eyes widened momentarily with surprise before they narrowed with delicious amusement. She began to lean over him, swatting a hand away once more before finally completing her move.





\"My rule is: you can\'t touch me unless I let you.\"





\"Oh, an exquisitely tempting rule to break at that. My, my... you\'re far crueler than I thought at first.\" His eyes roamed over her.





\"You have a problem with that?\"





\"Not at all... I think I quite like it.\" There was a mischievious spark in his eyes.





She pointed to the headboard of the bed as she simultaneously stood on her feet. \"Now!\"





\"Yes, ma\'am.\" He made sure she got a good view as he crawled up the other end of the bed, although he looked more like a panther stalking its prey than someone being ordered around in sexual play. He comfortably propped himself up on some pillows and clasped his hands behind his head as he smiled at her. \"Is this to your liking?\"





Threading the silk ropes in her hands she nodded, giving him the best seductive smile she could muster at the moment. \"Oh, yes... that\'ll do just fine.\"





She stepped up onto the bed, walking her feet onto either side of his knees before she straddled him again. She grasped one arm and he let his hands fall to his sides, as he watched her begin to tie the end of one rope around his wrist.





Her gaze trailed down to his fingers as she tied and she instantly regretted that. She felt his touch, but naughty little thoughts of what those fingers could do past innocent gestures wasn\'t something she should be thinking around Lucius Malfoy. Not if she wanted to keep her sanity.





She leaned closer to him and then began securing his wrist to the headboard. He took the opportunity to apply his mouth to the skin on her neck and then his tongue, as he gave her a generous lick. He moaned as if he were a man who hadn\'t eaten for days and she was the savory food.





The back of her hand quickly came back and smacked him in the side of the head. \"Hey, I didn\'t say you could!\" He gave her a bit of a miffed look and she decided it best to smooth those angry hairs back down before continuing. She stared into his eyes as she hovered just out of reach of his lips. \"But I say you can... kiss me, now.\"





She saw a little flicker in his eyes before he suddenly surged forward to grab her mouth with his, his free hand pushing her body into his. This kiss was stronger than before. Demanding. She thought for sure the temperature in the room had just risen a bit. She clung to him for a moment as she regained her composure, such as it was.





\"You are.\" He gave her another lighter kiss. \"Deliciously succulent. If I had only you to live on I would be immortal.\"





She ran a hand down his arm. \"Oh, my... you are quite the charmer aren\'t you?\"





He gave her lips a lick before kissing her once more. \"Well, I do have my inspiration.\"





She pried his arm off her and set about tying that wrist up, as she let him continue to kiss and lick the limited skin he could get to at the moment.





Once both arms were secure she sat back and smiled at him a moment before reaching for his cloak.





\"What are you doing?\" He watched her with interest.





She gave him a quick glance. \"I\'m looking for my wand.\"





\"And why would you be doing that?\"





She paused in her search to look at him head on. \"So, I can go back to my room, put a hundred wards up and then go to sleep and leave you here all trussed up like a Christmas turkey.\" Instead of seeing a rather pissed off look as her words sunk in, she was met with a rather amused expression. She frowned for a moment at it before going back to her search.





After searching through his cloak twice she threw it down on the floor with a huff, her eyebrows knitting together as she stared at his pants. With a growl of frustration she plunged her hand into his pocket, scowling even more when she heard his laugh.





\"Oh, first I\'m tied up, now I\'m getting frisked... I couldn\'t have planned a better night.\" He lifted his head to look at the ceiling, a definite sparkle in his eyes.





She moved to the other pocket. \"I wouldn\'t be so jolly about it if I were you. I\'m only frisking you for the way out.\"





He laughed again. \"Well, my dear, I\'m afraid if you want out you\'ll have to untie me because you\'re not getting out of here on your own.\"





She let out another huff and pulled her hand free of his pocket and stared at him hard. \"What do you mean?\" She was thoroughly itching to knock the smile that mocked her off his face.





\"You\'re not going to find your wand.\" He stared up at the ceiling again, waiting for her to ask.





She took the bait after a few seconds. \"And why not?\"





He shrugged as best as he could before looking at her. \"Because it\'s not here. I threw it back on your bed when you were heading towards the door.\"





Her shoulders slumped and she let her head fall back with a groan. \"Well, I\'m not letting you go... not until I\'ve thought things through that\'s for sure.\"





She let out a very surprised gasp as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against him, and he breathed hotly on her face as she snapped her head back down to stare at him. Her hands immediately went to his shoulders in a futile attempt to push him off. He was far too strong to simply be pushed away. She suddenly felt she was in trouble.





His eyes had gone a dark blue with lust and the way he was staring at her made her feel like she didn\'t have any clothes on.. \"Why spend the night thinking when you could spend it in so many other fun and inventive ways?\"





She ignored his question, had in fact hardly heard it, as she gaped at him. \"How did you...?\"





A mischievious look came onto his face. \"Oh, come now... did you really think I\'d so willingly let you tie me up when you\'ve been so stubborn all night... and in fact all year?\"





\"B-b... but you did!\" she sputtered.





\"Yes, I did... with ropes that will securely tie anyone but me. Didn\'t think you were the first to try that little trick on me did you?\" A sly smile. \"I\'ve charmed them quite well haven\'t?\"





Her face fell as she realized what him free and her without her wand meant. She frantically pushed at him and, although, he seemed quite relunctant, he let her go. His light laughter followed her as she flew to the other side of the room.





He moved to kneel on the mattress, hands resting on his knees. \"You are orgasmically beautiful when you\'re all worried to death.\"





She glared at him from across the room, keeping a careful eye on him, as he silently made his way to the chair in the center of the room. He sat down, leaning his arms on the back of it, as he watched her pace back and forth for a few minutes.





He lifted a hand and pointed at the space of floor in front of him. \"You know if you come over here I can find you something more worthwhile to do than wearing a hole in my floor.\"





\"I\'m not interested,\" she spat.





\"Do you honestly think I\'m going to just sit here and believe you\'re totally unaffected by me? Don\'t think I didn\'t see those little looks here and there that you were so sure didn\'t show on your face.\"





He may be stubborn as a mule but he was far from stupid and blind. Pity.





She threw her hands in the air and faced him. \"Any living, breathing female, by this point, would\'ve been affected by you!\" That probably wasn\'t a bright thing to say... She bit her lip and went back to pacing.





\"And yet you pretend not to be... well, you try at least.\" He watched her for several more seconds before he stood up with a sigh, placing the chair by the table along the way.





He turned away from her and divested himself of his vest and unbottoned the crisp, white shirt, but left it on. He picked up a silk rope before he turned his attention back on her.





The second she had seen him taking off *any* clothing she had turned to stare at the wall and ignore him. He enthusiastically took the moment to slither up behind her, bending down slightly to whisper better in her ear.





\"Why, Miss McGregor, for someone who quite willingly tied me up a few minutes ago you\'ve suddenly gained a sense of modesty *I* surely would not have were it you who was undressing.\"





She spun around, nearly colliding with him as she did so, but she refused to back down and stood there with a scowl on her face. \"It\'s *Professor* McGregor, Mr. Malfoy! And I demand to be taken back to the school! I have a responsibility!\"





\"You really don\'t like it when I call you \"Miss\" do you?\" He leaned into the wall behind her, trapping her within his arms and focusing those piercing eyes of his on her. \"Is it because it reduces you to a mere woman? A woman that\'s so much more vulnerable than that... professor?\"





She didn\'t give him any answer to that, but her fingers wrapped themselves into his shirt. \"I want to go back to Hogwart\'s this instant.\"





He straightened. \"I meant what I said about you leaving and what I wanted before I let you go. Besides it\'s a Friday night. I\'m sure no one will miss you that much.\"





She was getting quite frustrated with him. \"Let me go? I\'m not some animal up for rerelease into the wild!\"





He ignored her little outburst, moving in quickly and as close as possible to pin her up against the wall, his hips pushing into her. He caught her hands and a winning smile spread across his face as she stared at the rope he began wrapping about her wrists. She began pushing her back against the wall in an effort to push him away just enough to allow her room to slip out, simultaneously trying to yank her hands back.





After several long seconds of this he casually remarked, \"Keep struggling like that and we may not make it to the bed.\"





Obviously taking the bed as the lesser of two evils at the moment she stopped and stood still, grumpily allowing him to finish the knot binding her hands together. Oh, what was wrong with her? What had she gotten herself into?





She glared at him. \"Happy?\"





He nodded. \"Yes... quite... for now.\"





He unexpectedly began pulling her over to the bed and she tripped forward with a yelp of surprise. He caught her and picked her up, carrying her the rest of the way before dumping her on the sheets, keeping hold of the rope around her wrists.





He kneeled by the headboard and began patting the pillows. \"Come over here and kneel like a good girl.\" When she refused to comply, he added, \"Am I going to have to punish you, now?\"





Whatever he meant by that she wasn\'t sure... nor was she sure she really wanted to find out. She was rather outmatched at the moment, only the stubborn need not to give in was making her difficult. Judging by the smirk always playing on his face though she was thinking it might be better if she just stretched out on the bed and told him to do what he wanted. He seemed to be enjoying things far more than she thought he should.





She sighed and crawled over to kneel where he told her to. \"Hey! Wait a minute!\" she began protesting when she saw he meant to tie her to the headboard.





Even with her pulling back he managed to secure her. \"Don\'t worry. I\'ll make it... fun,\" he said, throwing her words right back at her as he kneeled at her side, facing her hips.





A hand ran down the back of her thigh before slipping underneath the nightgown and cupping the firm muscles he found. \"Such a pleasant surprise, no undergarments. And do you occasionally sleep nude as well... or perhaps that\'s what took you so long to leave your room, had to fetch this concealing thing first.\" He was quiet for a few moments. He gave the rounded form of her butt a squeeze. \"My... you must do something more than just sit in that chair and teach all day. Or perhaps there are some... extracurricular activities you\'re not telling me about at the school these days. I shall have to stop by more often.\"





She let out a snort of laughter despite herself.





He squeezed a hand between her thighs only to mumble, \"Oh, yes... totally unaffected by me.\" He slid his hand back to her thigh, leaving a wet trail. \"Such a naughty little liar.\" He leaned closer to her. \"Well, it\'s my turn to be naughty. Spread your legs.\"





\"No.\" She\'d had it. She wasn\'t some obedient lap dog. Sit. Stay. Rollover. She wasn\'t going to make this easy for him.





\"This would be smoother sailing if you gave in. I like a strong woman but this is ridiculous.\" He saw she still meant to tough it out. \"Well, it just makes the reward all the more fun.\"





She turned her head when he got up and watched silently as he pulled off his boots, all shiny and not a speck of dirt on them. \"I should spit on them before I leave,\" she mumbled to herself under her breath. He cocked an eyebrow up at her mutterings but she wasn\'t sure if he heard what she said.





She did her best to ignore him as he kneeled behind her, one knee in what little space there was between her legs. His arms appeared in her view on either side of her as he gripped the headboard, pressing his chest against her back. She could feel his breath flutter through her hair, causing goosebumps to rise on the back of her neck. His hands traveled provocatively down her shoulders, changing to a slow crawl as they moved down her breasts and ribcage. She was sure he noticed her breathing had stopped for a few seconds. His hands continued down to her hips where he pulled up the hem of her clothing, slipping his hands underneath to rest his palms against the skin of her thighs. ((AN: Yes, yes, still no ice Gyps... I\'ve got to save some more fun goodies for another if there is one don\'t I? LOL! But here, *hands over a bucket of ice right to the brim* you go ahead and use that all you want.))





His voice had become a husky drawl in her right ear. \"You know when we first met I told Severus you were sultry and,\" he let the next words slip out in a deep, slow whisper, \"begging... to be... fucked.\"





She instantly had a nasty little image playing over and over in her head of smashing a cauldron against the side of Snape\'s head... before she then turned and jumped on Lucius. She shook her head. That just wasn\'t right.





She felt his breath at her left ear and the goosebumps began again.





\"He said I was rather mistaken about that last part.\" He moved to whisper into her other ear again. A low whisper that sounded like it was destined to come true. \"I intend to prove him wrong.\"





She let out a shaky breath as she closed her eyes, feeling insistent hands pushing against her thighs as she unconsciously spread them.





The next whisper she heard made her want to smash a cauldron against her own head, even if she was slowly getting past the point of caring one way or the other. \"Good girl.\"





She almost began vehemently protesting when the warm body at her back left, but she bit her tongue before it was too late. Which was good because considering that he didn\'t go far she would\'ve felt really stupid when he gave her that mocking grin of his.





His hand slipped easily between her thighs this time and a lazy little smile flashed as he heard the nearly inaudible gasp when he slid a finger into her. He quickly added a second one before he thrust them into her deep and slow several times. She had gone completely silent, but he contributed that more to the fact that she had stopped breathing again. It wasn\'t long before he heard her sharp intake of breath.





He continued thrusting into her with a deep, penetrating rhythm, licking his lips as he watched her close her eyes and strain against the rope. He slid his free hand underneath the gown to cup a breast before his fingers closed in on a nipple. Almost immediately she arched her back, pushing herself into his hand.





He brought his lips down close to her ear, slowing his ministrations just a bit, pleased to see her squirm against his hand when he did. \"Like that do you?\" His tongue reached out to lick the curve of her ear and she shivered in response.





The hand on her breast slid down to find that sensitive little spot while his fingers slowed their thrusts even more to a torturous rhythm, as he slid a third finger into her. He looked quite pleased with himself when she banged her head on her forearms and muttered several curses under her breath.





\"Something the matter?\" he asked quite innocently.





She threw her head up and gave him quite a vicious look and he took the opportunity to kiss her, overall making her squirm all the more.





She pulled away. \"Damn it, Lucius!\"





If the look on his face was any indication, he seemed thrilled with the fact that she had finally called him by his first name. \"Oh, so there is a problem? I\'m sorry... do you feel like talking about it?\" There was an answering growl of frustration.





\"No, I don\'t feel like talking about it! You know very well what I want to do about it! Damn you to hell, you arrogant jackass!\" She let out a whole string of words after that, quite occasionally running them together to make up new ones. Needless to say, they made him sound worse than an arrogant jackass.





\"You know I take back what I said before about you being orgasmically beautiful when you\'re worried. You\'re even more... desirable when you\'re insulting me like a harpy from hell. Do keep going?\"





\"Untie me!\"





\"No. Ask me nicely and maybe I will.\"





She was silent, trying to ignore his hands, which was proving to be impossible, while she debated on whether to play along or not.





\"Well?\"





\"Fine. Untie me, please,\" she said curtly.





\"No, no, no. You\'ll have to do better than that. Here let me help you out. Please untie me and fuck me absolutely senseless.\"





\"I am *not* saying that.\"





\"Oh, very well... I have no problem with keeping you tied to my bed all night.\" As if to prove he\'d find it rather fun his thrusts increased their pace ever so slightly.





\"I\'m truly in hell!\" There was another growl. \"Please untie me and... fuck me absolutely senseless you dirty, fucked-up wizard!\"



There was a quiet laugh. \"Now, that wasn\'t very nice. Dirty? Isn\'t that the pot calling the kettle black what with the string of expletives you just let loose a moment ago. Just for that you have to call me Master when you say it.\" There was a long pause. \"Come on, now.\"





\"Please untie me and fuck me absolutely senseless... Master.\"





He immediately stopped everything. \"There, that wasn\'t so hard, was it?\" He reached up and began untying her from the headboard.





She took him quite by surprise when, with her wrists still bound to each other, she grabbed him and yanked him forward into a searing kiss. Surprise quickly melted away and he wasted no time in snaking his tongue into her mouth as she opened to him. He fingers wrapped around her wrists for a moment before finishing the task of untying her, tossing the rope into the air. Her hands drifted down to start unbuttoning his pants, as he leaned into her, eventually toppling her over onto her back, delaying her task.





\"Well, well, well,\" he murmured into her mouth, as he begin pulling up the nightgown. \"I do believe you have changed your mind.\"





\"Shutup or I really will change my mind!\"





His only response to that was to yank the offending nightgown over her head and attach his mouth to a nipple. She let out a gasp, her legs pressing against his waist.





He pulled away from her abruptly. \"Sorry, this will only take a moment.\"





Puzzled, she watched him for a moment until he moved out of her line of sight. Within seconds, it seemed, he was pressing her down into the mattress again, with all offending clothing gone.





\"Oh, yes, that\'s much better,\" he muttered.





He literally took her breath away when his lips crashed down onto hers. His tongue demanded entry and when she parted her lips, it slowly slithered forward into her mouth.





She slid a hand over his hair until she reached the ribbon tying it back and pulled it free. The long, nearly white, locks fell past his face and tickled hers.





She moaned a bit into his mouth, as he ran a hand up to her breast where his thumb toyed with a nipple. His lips pulled away from hers and he nibbled a path down to her other nipple, as she squirmed against him.





Through lidded eyes she watched his tongue peek out of his mouth slowly, as his eyes rose to look at her face.





Brief thoughts flew through her mind. One of which was that a snake had been the perfect animal to represent the Slytherin house. The next thought was that the Malfoys certainly belonged in that house, with Lucius there was no question about it. He looked positively wicked and, damn him, if it didn\'t make her want him all the more.





His tongue finally touched skin and all thoughts were forgotten. His hand left her breast and, while she groaned in protest, ran down between her legs. She eagerly spread herself wider for him, as his fingers quickly found what they sought. Two slender fingers sank into her, pushing and pulling at her while his teeth and lips continued to play upon her.





When he leaned down upon her a little more she took the opportunity to put her own hands to good use. He let out a low moan and his hips jerked forward, as her fingers gently closed around him. Her thumb encountered a few sticky drops, as it slid over him.





\"My goodness, you\'ve been ready and willing for...\"





\"For quite long enough, now,\" he finished. \"In my opinion, since the day we met.\"





He stood up and hauled her off the bed before leading her over to the table. Moving behind her he covered her hands with his own and pressed her palms down against the table.





\"Don\'t move,\" he ordered into her ear.





She stared at the mahogany-colored tabletop whilst she listened to him move around behind her. She heard the chair creak as he sat down then she felt his knees pressing against the backs of her legs and she spread them over his. His hands drifted lightly against her arms.





\"Lean on me and spread those gorgeous legs of yours more.\"





She did as he told her and he supported the majority of her weight. Carefully he lowered her down, hissing with obvious pleasure, as the tip of his erection found its mark. He let her drop completely down onto him and he leaned further back into the chair. She moaned loudly and threw her head back against his shoulder, as his arms slid around her. He bit her shoulder lightly, as he gently rocked his hips against her for a few moments.





His lips teasingly played along the back of her neck, sending goosebumps across her flesh. She shivered as he tongue tasted her skin. His hands slid along her body, as if he was trying to memorize what she looked like by feel.





While one hand delved down to greener pastures, the other gripped her jaw to pull her mouth to his. His arm around her tightened, as he groaned into her mouth when she clenched her vaginal muscles around him in enticement.





Keeping her held tightly against him to ensure he did not leave her warm depths even an inch, he rose to his feet and pushed her forward onto the table.





He leaned down over her, sandwiching her between him and the table top, as he whispered deeply into her ear, \"It\'s time to fuck you absolutely senseless, my dear.\"





Breathlessly she answered, \"Oh... yes... please!\"





He began to withdraw. \"Please... what?\"





\"Master! Please! Or bloody hell!\" She took a quick breath. \"I don\'t care... if I have to use... my bare hands! I\'ll kill you!\"





There was only a very brief laugh before he thrust back into her.





\"As you wish,\" he half moaned.





She gripped the sides of the table, as he settled into a steady rhythm.





\"You really... need to get... a shorter table. Even if... it\'s just by two inches.\" The tips of her toes occasionally brushed against the floor.





Lucius took only a moment to hazard a glance down. \"No. Sometimes... it\'s fun having a helpless... professor on your table. Can\'t say... that I\'ve ever had one in... this position before.\"





\"So, there is a first... for you?\"





\"Just shut up,\" he grumbled tersely.





He thrust into her harshly, but she didn\'t seem to notice. She threw her head up and arched her back, pushing her breasts into the table. The slight tilt allowed him to slide a bit further into her. She began mumbling incoherently into the surface of the table.





The muslces in his jaw twitched for a moment as his hands gripped her hips tightly. His mouth fell open with a groan as he came along with her. He vaguely registered the loud cry she made, but it was enough to cause a smug smirk. Then he was falling forward to rest his head upon her back as they both struggled to catch their breath.





For what seemed like several long minutes they stayed there, the only sound in the room their breathing. He pushed himself off her, then pulled her from where she was half plastered to the table with sweat and carried her to the bed.





She slipped underneath the covers and with candlelight filling the room she felt cozy. The warmth of Lucius\' body as he settled down beside her made her want to snuggle down like a bear getting ready for winter.





He nuzzled her hair with a grin. \"Now, aren\'t you glad I kidnapped you?\"





She raised her eyebrows. \"Well, I suppose it was better than having to deal with your ranting and raving son.\"





\"Still the witty fighter.\"





\"Yes. Always. You may end up regretting the whole kidnapping plot.\"





His hand traveled suggestively down her body. \"Oh, I don\'t know about that. I quite like a challenge.\"





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