Invasion

Sheherazade: I am so pleased you like the start of this story. I hope you continue to like it. I love histoerotica ... If that is a term!



La Bibliographe: Prurient interests are of course easy to take care of. And yes, I couldn’t make the Conqueror Lucius evil, and you’ll see why as the story progresses. Thank you, and I’ll be writing as much of this story as I can.



EmmyloveDraco: Well, I did as soon as I could. I hope you like this chapter.



Mary: Glad you did. Here’s more I hope you love.



Lexy Malfoy: More to keep you dangling on that hook.



Marcus Licinius Crassus: Hello Cyberbabe. Here is a little smut to keep you going whilst you are bored out of your skull. I hope it is to your satisfaction.



Susan: Thanks, I try to keep as original as possible. As for what happened that one night ... here it is!



ShilohDarke: I thank you. And if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t even be into this pairing ... speaking of which, please update that Ghostly Curse story of yours, please?



Ravenna: Just another chapter to reel you in.



Wicraven: I hope you still find it interesting after this chapter.



Citten: You should know me by now... do I write short stories? Nope. So, yes, this is going to be a long story. And by gaps, do you mean that one night? Because that is going to be mentioned in great detail, I can assure you of that. What I was waiting for was the next day so that I could be energetic enough to write more.



Auntbecky: Thank you, but I think you’ll understand why I chose Aphrodite when I say that she was the goddess that tricked Paris into taking Helen away from Menelaus. Helen and Menelaus had a daughter called Hermione; Hermione grew up to be just as troublesome as her mother. She had two guys fighting for her to. So, there is a connection. Besides there are going to be subtle differences between the two Hermione’s as you will see.



999: Well, I eat, sleep, breathe and eat writing; new ideas turn up practically every day. I am so pleased you like this story. Is this soon enough?



Angelnomiko: Well, here is more. Pleased you like it.



Drunken Regret



Lucius apparated by the side of his pool, he flopped straight onto a lounger and lay back staring up at the clear night sky. He hadn’t seen her for three years. He placed his arm under his head and sighed. He closed his eyes and an image of her in the dark green vest top and navy blue jeans cropped up in front of him. Her long, bushy, brown hair was pulled roughly into a ponytail. Merlin that woman has grown sexier the past few years. He was shocked to find her in that room and all clichéd comments about it being a small world immediately took forefront in his mind. He had hoped she would have accepted his offer of staying with him. Maybe they could finish what they started that night.



He frowned slightly as he felt a shift in his groin. He opened his flies and he noticed that his todger was throbbing slightly. There was nothing for it. He took his black shirt off and let his dark blue jeans down he flicked his shoes and took his watch off. He looked at the still, calm waters of the swimming pool and took a dive to cool his burning desire down. He had this problem for three years and wanted so much to ease it. He even tried with other women but when it came to the crucial moment nothing happened, yet when someone so much as mentioned the name of Hermione Granger it stood to attention like a young, eager soldier.



There was no doubt about it. His wand had chosen the Witch for it. He surfaced from the water; his hair was dripping wet and his body glistened with the dewdrops from the clear liquid. He stepped out of the pool completely naked and picked up a towel that was lying on another lounger and dried his face. He wanted so much to go back to her and drag her back here and show her that he certainly had no regrets.



He walked into his house and switched on the lights and sat down on the sofa. The house was full of muggle gadgets. There was something called a Television and DVD player. He wondered what this Television thing was for. He even asked Arthur Weasley over to help him with the various contraptions. He walked over to the plasma screen and pressed the button Arthur had showed him and the remote control, which was sort of a plastic wand. He pressed the buttons trying to find something to watch.



He wondered why the muggles called this service Sky. Sky was something to look up at and see the natural beauty. His eyes widened as he landed on a Porn channel. He quickly switched it off. He wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination but the last thing he wanted was to be turned on. He found something more interesting though, the Discovery channel. It was all about Roman Gladiators. He decided to watch this, as it was connected to the reason why he was here. He wished he had someone to watch it with.



He had lost Narcissa shortly after Snape killed Dumbledore. He was pleased that he was in Azkaban at the time and he didn’t have to see his beautiful, glorious wife being raped and tortured. He had heard that, that horrible snivelling Pettigrew character got his filthy claws on her. He had killed the Rat in his Animagus form. It was hearing the news of his wife’s death that swung him. No one hurt his property and got away with it. Narcissa was his! He missed his wife still but for three years he had begun to ache for Hermione. His mind wondered over to that fateful night he had with her.



***



There was a big party going on at the Ministry for Magic to celebrate the coming of the new Millennium. He was being as gregarious as possible and talking to various colleagues. He turned to look around and he saw her standing there hugging herself and staring into the waters of the fountain. He felt some pity for the young woman and he walked over to her. He carried a glass of white wine over to her. He tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around. Lucius could tell she’d been crying.



“Take this,” he said. “You look like you could do with someone to talk to.”



“I can’t seem to celebrate,” she sighed.



“I can’t either,” he said. “But I have to pretend. It’s painful but you can easily cry later.”



“I wish I could,” she said. “But I just wish Ron was alive to see this,” she sipped the wine. “I loved him.”



Lucius sighed. “I loved my wife. I miss her terribly. I could bear the loss more if my son also wasn’t deceased. He was so much like his mother.”



She looked up at him. Her dark brown eyes showed warmth and sympathy. She sighed. “I was slightly mourning for him to,” she admitted. “I must admit that I did have a slight crush on him when I first saw him.”



“He wouldn’t have been a Malfoy if he could not attract the opposite sex straight away.”



“But I soon got over it the more he opened his mouth,” she replied.



Lucius laughed silently. He looked down on the floor he grinned a little sheepishly. “Yes, that is also a typical Malfoy trait.”



He swilled the wine in the glass and took another sip he kept his gaze on her. She had some colour returned to her cheeks and she sipped some more wine.



“I shouldn’t really drink this glass I’ve had three already,” she said. “I am the worst liquor cabinet in the world.”



He arched an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”



“Meaning, I can’t hold my drink, my shelves break,” she said.



“Ah well, this is the New Millennium. If you can’t get drunk now when will you ever be able to get drunk?”



She laughed. He was enchanted by it. “True, I just wish we could lose this crowd.”



Lucius scanned the group and sighed. “Meet me in my office in five minutes.”



Hermione chewed her cheek. “Where will you take me?”



“To my Mansion,” he said. “But be warned, Miss Granger, I am on the prowl.”



She blushed. “Perhaps I wish to be preyed upon?”



She gulped down her wine. She patted his arm and that was when it all started. He had only meant to flirt with her and perhaps send her off to bed with a smile and a hope for the future. As soon as she touched him, however, he realised that they were going to do more than flirt harmlessly. She walked away his gaze travelled down her back; he tilted his head to one side as he coquettishly observed the sway of her hips as she walked out of the room. He drank his wine and made his goodbyes around the crowd and to the Minister. He then went to his office and she was standing there twisting the skirt of her white robes around in her fingers.



He offered his hand out to her and she accepted, and they tottered over to the fireplace. He held her close to him and they ended up in his Library. He knew he had to seduce her tonight. He didn’t know when he’d get the opportunity again. He was pleasantly surprised at how lovely she had turned out. He handed her out of the fireplace in his library and flicked his wand around the room. She gasped at the selection of books.



“This is an amazing collection.”



“Collected through thirteen generations of Malfoy’s,” Lucius said. “I wish Draco lived long enough to add his own.”



Hermione lowered her eyes. “I had no idea you loved him so much.”



“It’s more a case of: You don’t know what you’ve got until it is gone.”



She smiled. He noticed that there were two cute little dimples on either side of her mouth. He wanted to kiss them. He walked over to a table and poured two glasses of whiskey. He gave her one.



“I told you that I can not hold my drink.”



“I know,” Lucius said. “I am exploiting that weakness of yours for my own personal gain. Besides, take it from me, you’re only young once.”



Hermione laughed again. “That’s twice you made me laugh. I am beginning to think you missed your vocation in life.”



“How do you know that wasn’t my method of torture?” Lucius said his eyes sparkling dangerously. Hermione felt a little uneasy at the light way he spoke about his nefarious past. He looked at her and realised he made a faux pas. He tilted his head to one side. “All right, Miss Granger, I am going to be perfectly straight with you. I want to bed you.”



Hermione choked down on her whiskey. “What?”



“I was being plain,” Lucius said. “I want to bed you; sleep with you; and spend the night with you. Naked!”



She looked at him, she blinked a few times. “I knew what you meant,” she snapped. “I thought we were going to swap stories about how wonderful our partners were.”



“I am sure you would rather re live a glory moment rather than reminisce about it?” he asked. “Besides, how long has it been for you?”



She looked around and bit her lower lip; he noticed that she always did that when faced with an uncomfortable question. “Eight months.”



“Wow, someone is almost having their baby.”



“Someone is, Luna and Charlie Weasley.”



“One of the oddest couples I have ever seen,” he said.



“Odd true,” she began, “but they are also very happy!”



“Happiness is important,” Lucius agreed. “Temporary or permanent.”



“Wo – would it make you happy to – er, sleep with me?” she asked in a small, shy voice.



“It may do,” he answered. “Miss Granger, it may have been eight months for you but it has been three years for me.”



“My God!” she exclaimed. “How have you coped?”



“Up until now? Fairly well,” he said. “When I heard your laugh I am now finding it extraordinarily difficult to cope.”



She looked into his eyes and he stepped closer to her and took the drink out of her hand, their fingers brushed together and jolts of electricity shuddered through his body. As soon as her glass was down on a table he pulled her into his embrace and he crushed his lips to her mouth without so much as a warning. He had never felt so light headed in all his life. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth and eventually her tongue responded; they began to play together.



He stopped kissing her and he panted. He looked into her eyes and smiled. She smiled shyly and lowered her eyes. He tilted her chin up. Her breathing was fast and he could almost feel her heart beating against his. He said nothing as he unclasped her cloak. He leant down and kissed her again. She moaned in his mouth and he held her tightly to his body. She began to squirm and pushed him away from her.



“Please, don’t do this to me, Mr Malfoy,” she said. “I can’t do this. We’ll regret it I am sure of it.”



“I have few regrets in my life, Miss Granger, and I doubt you’d be one of them.”



She was about to walk past him when he grabbed her hand. He pulled her to his body and leant down and kissed her cheek. He laid a path of hot, dry kisses from her cheek down to her mouth.



“Are you sure?” she breathed. “I mean, I am a little drunk but we can’t do this.”



“Why? Do you have a new boyfriend who is scared to touch you?” he murmured hungrily. His lips were hovering just millimetres above hers.



“No,” she said. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”



He pressed her to his body and kissed her again. “I don’t care if it is or isn’t. All I care about is the fact that I currently have a very beautiful Witch in my arms right now.” She looked at him and sighed. “I know you want something a bit more and perhaps you’d like to know more about me first, but three years is a long time to go without. Also, it may help you.”



“In what way?” she asked.



“It may help you to realise that you are alive and that you should move on. I did not know the young man very well, but if he was anything like his father I am sure he wouldn’t want you to be miserable and hold back your life.”



His lips were still hovering just above her mouth and he was drinking in her perfume. “He wouldn’t,” she said quietly.



“Please sleep with me?” he asked. “I need you.” To emphasise his point he placed his lips on hers and kissed her gently.



His lips tingled and he was beginning to feel a little trapped in his formal robes. “All right,” she breathed. “You have actually begun something within me.”



He smiled and tilted her chin up with his head as he kissed down her throat to the hollow. He licked and sucked her flesh causing her to shiver. He felt her body shudder slightly against his.



“You are beautiful,” he purred.



He unbuttoned the top part of her white dress and kissed the slowly revealed skin. He took it down and it landed down on the floor at her feet. He took one look at her glorious breasts before ferociously attacking them. He nipped, teased, sucked, and kissed each one in turn causing her to moan and growl with pleasure.



“Oh my, MALFOY!” she screamed.



He stopped kissing her breasts and looked at her. “I think under the circumstances you can call me Lucius,” he said. “Besides; Hermione is so much prettier to say than Granger.”



She blushed and it reached right down to her breasts. He marvelled at how pretty she looked when blushing.



“I have always hated the name; it makes me sound like a Victorian mother.”



He sniggered before taking her breast again in his mouth and sucking it. “I happen to be descended from a Victorian mother, they can’t have been that bad.”



Hermione giggled. She wrapped her hands around his head and stroked his silky hair. She wanted to run her hands through its long, satin strands but was hampered by the ponytail. She grabbed the band that was holding his hair in place and drew it down the lock and freed his hair. He bit into her flesh harsher than before when he felt her light, lingering touch on his head.



“Come on,” she sighed. “Lets take this to the bedroom.”



He smiled and he got up from his venerate position and took her hand; he pressed his thumb into her palm and winked at her. “You won’t regret it.”



He took her up the stairs and through the Entrance hall up the stairs to where he slept. He opened the door and pulled her in. She looked around and was amazed at the lush furnishings.



“Is this really where you just sleep?” she asked.



“Yes,” he said.



She lowered her eyes to the floor and realised she had been dragged halfway through his Mansion completely naked, well almost – she was still wearing her black strappy high heeled sandals.



“I couldn’t sleep in a room like this without thinking of all the poor people in the world,” she said.



“I do think of all the poor people in the world,” Lucius said. “I am actually going to help them as much as I can.”



“You are?” she asked. She turned around and her lips bumped on his cheek.



“I am planning to visit Africa to visit the poor Wizards and Witches. I was actually appalled that they can’t afford to have their own school.”



He pushed aside her hair and sucked her earlobe. “You’ll need to be inoculated against all sorts of diseases.”



“I have,” he said. “But I need to be rich to help the poor. It’s the way that it works, unfortunately.”



“I suppose so,” she sighed.



He kissed down the nape of her neck until he ended up on her shoulder blade. “You are so beautiful, Hermione.”



Her breathing was becoming ragged. He kissed all the way down her back. He turned her around and his lips were parallel to her naval. He licked her bellybutton causing her to sigh.



“Lucius,” she panted. “I want to kiss you.”



“A moment, my dear,” he said. “I just want to worship you.”



She held him close to her body. He inhaled her scent and he growled. He nuzzled his nose against her thatch and flicked his tongue out onto her clit. She gasped.



“No one has made me feel like that,” she said. Lucius grinned. “I want you to lie on the bed, and I’ll make you feel more things that you probably have never felt before.”



He stood up and led her to the grand bed; she absolutely loved the steps that led to the bed. It reminded her of pictures of Kings and Queens having steps leading to their thrones. He looked at her and he smiled.



“Yes, my dear, my bed is my throne. This is where I am King.” She rolled her eyes and he smiled mischievously. “I know,” he said. “But I have to be King somewhere.”



“And what am I?” she asked.



“You are my Queen,” he said.



He let go off her hand and she lay down on his bed. He looked at her on his bed and cast a lascivious eye on her naked form. He took his wand out and spelled his clothes off. Her eyes widened when she saw his naked form. She had never seen such a well-hung Wizard before.



“Wow,” she breathed. “You can keep that hidden for years?”



“I am pleased you appreciate it,” he said.



“I do,” she said. “I am just worried that it won’t fit.”



“Hmm, you must have had some very small men previously.”



“I have only had Ron, and a few muggle boys.”



“I’ve heard many things about the how well hung all the Weasley men turn out, I wonder if any of them are true?”



“I am not going to tell you.”



“Of which I am thankful,” he said. He parted her legs by her knees and she stretched her arms out. She wrapped her arms around his body and she stretched her legs around his waist. “Are you trying to swallow me whole, Hermione?” he murmured against her ear. “I like the idea of being totally swallowed by you.”



She smiled shyly. She looked up at him and sighed. “I want to have you now,” she said in a throaty, hungry voice.



He kissed her nose and smiled. “Well then,” he said. He stroked down her sides. He felt her shudder beneath his touch. He reached his hand between her thighs and stroked her fanny. It was warm and wet. He gently ran his hand up and down causing her legs to shiver beside him. He found her clit and stroked it slightly harshly. Her whole body quavered beneath him. He stroked down to her g-spot. She screamed as she came onto his hand.



“Well, you really did want me,” he said.



“Hmm,” was all she could say. He took his turgid sword in his hand and guided it to her sheathe. She sighed as he eased it into her gently. He wanted so much to just pound her but knew she would not appreciate it.



Once he was fully encased in her he made a few soft thrusts. She clutched onto his long hair and she sighed and moaned heavily with every move he made. Her hot breath fell on his skin causing goosebumps to rise on his flesh. He smirked a little. He couldn’t believe how responsive she was being to him. He had figured that maybe he should work his charm on her a lot more than he ended up doing. He was thrilled by the ease of his seduction of her.



“Please,” she moaned. “Harder!”



“Anything to oblige,” Lucius said. He thrust into her only slightly harder.



“What do you think I am?” she asked. “Pound me!”



Lucius smiled. He lifted her up and grabbed hold of her butt. “Only if you return the favour,” he whispered.



“Of course I will,” she panted. “Pound me please!”



He circled her butt cheeks in his hands and squeezed them together. He arched his back and grinned. He thrust harshly causing her to scream.



“Is that what you wanted?” he asked. She smiled; her eyes shined exuberantly.



“Yes!” she exclaimed. “More!”



“Yes, you insatiable wench!”



***



He woke up to the sun shining in his living room. He picked up the glass and moaned as the sun shone directly into his eyes. It pierced him and his head throbbed with pain. He got up and realised that he was still naked. Anybody could have seen him! He got up and looked at his reflection in the glass panel door and shrugged his shoulders. So what if somebody had seen him naked. He wasn’t bad to look at; they’d have gotten a treat. He put the kettle on and splashed his face with cold water.



He turned around and saw her standing in his back garden. She was pale and shaking. Her eyes were locked onto his tackle. He decided to make a tea towel larger and cover it up. He walked over to the door and slid it open. She gulped.



“Mr Malfoy,” she began. “I need to tell you something. I couldn’t sleep last night because of it. Seeing you did bring back some memories, and since you mentioned it I have been thinking of that night. There is something you need to know about that night.”



Lucius sighed. “You best come in,” he said. “I’ll just get myself dressed first shall I?”



Hermione shrugged her shoulders. “Does it matter? I’ve been standing outside your window for about five minutes.”



Lucius nodded. Whatever it was she had to say it obviously couldn’t wait. He couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing a lovely flower print summer dress with nice sandals and was holding a straw hat in her hand. Her hair was nicely brushed and she had a little ponytail in the centre whilst the rest of her hair was free and flowing. She almost made his breath catch in his throat. He stood aside and she walked in. She took a glance or two around the room and then she sat down on a sofa and fiddled about with the hat.



“Do you need anything to eat or drink?” Lucius asked.



“No, it’s all right. I fed and watered myself before I came here. I needed to. Can you sit down, please?” Lucius sighed. She was obviously not going to be bothered by his naked body. He sat down on the opposite sofa on the far end and looked at her. She looked down. “This won’t be easy to say, in fact I spent three years avoiding you so I wouldn’t have to say it, but that night – well I got pregnant.”



“What?” Lucius asked stunned. “Where’s the child now? Who’s looking after it?”



“No where, and no one is looking after it, because it’s not around!”



Lucius changed from worry to anger in a split second. “You aborted an unborn?” he was shivering with rage.



Hermione cried. Tears streamed down her face. “No! I could never do that, Malfoy, and well you know it! No, I carried it for three months and then I miscarried. I couldn’t look you in the face when I saw you after. And I felt a failure as a woman and thought myself to be a terrible person because I couldn’t carry a child. I ran to Viktor Krum but that relationship failed, as he turned out to be too much of a mummy’s boy, and she didn’t like me. But that’s not the point. The point – or the reason why I am telling you now is that I think we should see as little of each other as possible. You know why I ran away now. I have already seen Anthea and have arranged my times. Here is a sheet of paper with my times on. You can work around those times and read the parchments when I am not there.”



Lucius was thunderstruck by what she had just blabbed out. She was crying and shaking. She held out a sheet of muggle paper with lines on it. He just blinked. She got up and left the sheet of paper on the side of the sofa and was going to walk out of the room but he finally spoke.



“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked. “I am not selfish you know. I would have been there for you if you ever needed me. And if you were having my child I would have been proud of that fact.”



“I wasn’t sure what to do,” she admitted. “I felt I had no one to run to. I felt lonely. Who would have understood? Anyway,” she sighed. “As I said, I will not be here for long. I just want to read up, do a bit of sight seeing and go.”



She walked past but Lucius grabbed her hand and looked up at her. “Now I know you realise that you cannot cut me out of your life completely. Not now. I won’t let you. I will see you, whether you want me to or not. I haven’t managed to sleep with another woman since I slept with you. I need you. I am pleased we met here. I want us to be an us!”



She took her hand away from his. “I can’t. I can’t make myself feel for anyone anymore. I don’t think I could take anymore pain.”



She walked out of the sitting room and ran down the hill. The kettle began to whistle and he got up and switched the gas off. He looked at the sheet of paper she had given him and he made a mental note of all those dates and times. She was wrong; she still cared, Hermione Granger was not the type to not give a damn about anyone else. He was a little dazed still at the fact that he had a chance to be a daddy again. A small smile crept along his lips. He got her pregnant once, he could bloody well get her pregnant again. He had never wanted to fight for anyone as much he wanted to fight for her. He was Lucius Malfoy, and Lucius Malfoy always came out on top.



He was going to be dogging her every step. He was going to be nice to her. He was going to show her that he was not going to hurt her. And he was going to make her understand that he never had one-night stands. He poured the hot water into a mug and found some instant coffee and spooned some in. He wrapped his hands around the mug of black coffee and smiled as the vision of her in that flower print dress entered his mind. It was yet another one to enter into the album.



He set the mug down and looked at the time. He had three hours to prepare for her. He now had another mission. He was going to return to England with a new wife, and a happy future, he was tired of being single. And, he guessed, so was she.



A/N – Well, not so much drunk as I think you were all expecting I think, but she certainly had enough to break those shelves. Poor Lucius; he loves her and she doesn’t want to know. He won’t let that bother him though. If you have read this and liked it, please leave a little review.



And just a little question: If anyone knows of any Native American/Celtic marriage customs please send me an email at bellasnape1@yahoo.co.uk. If you have IM add me as your friend please, as I have Yahoo Instant Messaging.