Teach Me Something

A/N: And now it starts to get a little hotter... Enjoy!!!



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“Why, I do believe you are blushing, Miss Granger. Have I said something to embarrass you?” He is grinning at me again.



“I… er… I don’t know what you are talking about, Mr. Malfoy.” Oh God.. He must be an accomplished legilimens. Why didn’t I think about that?



“Such thoughts from such a young and… Well, I always just assumed that you were innocent, but with a mind like that…” His voice is trailing off and his eyes… Those eyes… I didn’t know anyone could look at someone quite like that. His expression is almost… Well, I suppose it is almost primal! Wait. Did I just think about Lucius Malfoy being primal? I MUST be imagining things.



I need to change the subject. That will solve all of my problems! I didn’t sleep well last night and that is why my mind isn’t working correctly. Of course, how could I sleep well? Things used to be so good for me. Ron would take me to bed with him and we would shag until the sun came up! He was so happy that I had finally decided to kiss him on that fateful night at Hogwarts; the night that Harry finished off You Know Who. What a night it was!



Harry retreated up to his dormitory and Ron and I stayed to mourn with the other Weasley’s and all those who had lost someone in the battle. After a while, we decided that we needed some rest as well, and left for the Gryffindor common room. We didn’t make it that far. Boy did Moaning Myrtle get a show THAT night!! We must have been in there for over an hour before deciding to withdraw to our original destination… Once we reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, though, all was lost. I don’t remember how we made it up to a proper bed, but -



“Miss Granger, I shall remind you once again that I do not appreciate being ignored. I have taken the time out of my busy schedule to come here and instruct you in the proper ways to deal with those who oppose the Ministry and the laws set forth to govern them. I don’t have the time to sit here while you dream about… Well, let’s just say that I am a ‘very cunning linguist’ as you so eloquently put it.”



“But, how did you…?” He was reading my mind! The BASTARD! How could he? He isn’t supposed to know these things! If only things hadn’t gone so far wrong between Ron and I… If he would only please me in bed then I wouldn’t be stuck having these thoughts about HIM! Lucius bloody Malfoy! Perhaps I had better just not think around him… I can almost feel his eyes looking deep inside of my head. Searching my thoughts. Hearing my desires… No doubt that my nights will become even more tortured now that I have HIM to think about… Feeling his eyes on me… My dreams are sexually oriented enough without THOSE thoughts…



But why are these thoughts so bad? Surely a man such as Lucius Malfoy would be well worth a slight indiscretion on my part… It isn’t like Ron shows me the slightest bit of interest anymore. And my dreams are becoming worse and worse from the lack of proper fulfillment. The orgasms actually wake me up and I don’t even have to touch myself! It is intense! Oh how I wish I had someone actually PHYSICALLY bringing me to those highest of heights rather than just my mind trying to work out my frustrations. Lucius could do that for me. Just look at those hands! I would LOVE to have those hands -



“Please stop, Miss Granger. As much as I enjoy the fact that women everywhere are fantasizing about me, you are nothing more than-”



“Nothing more than what, Malfoy?” I couldn’t let him finish that statement. I know what he was going to call me and I will NOT let his words get in the way of the perfect vision of him I am creating in my mind. If he were to call me a Mudblood one more time, I don’t know if I would be able to enjoy pleasuring myself to the thoughts of him without getting angry. “Nothing more than a filthy Mudblood? Honestly. You Malfoy men really need to come up with some new insults. These same ones really are getting tired out. Can’t you think of anything else to call me?”



He is smirking at me. As much as I can’t stand that look from him, that look of utmost disgust, I can’t help but notice how his eyes shine so brightly even when his thoughts seem malicious. He is going to call me a Mudblood. I really am sick of that name.



“Well, I am pleased that you seem to have finally learned your place in this world. However, I was simply going to say that you are nothing more than my student at this current time. It wouldn’t be…proper…for us to entertain any other avenues while you are under my tutelage. I expect you to look to me as a teacher and an authority figure and, while in my presence, you will kindly keep your more unsavory thoughts to yourself.”



Unsavory? UNSAVORY? How dare he! He should be so lucky as to have me even think about him this way! After all he has done to me; to my friends. Just think of all the things that he has seen and done. He is a DEATH EATER for Merlin’s sake!!



“I was a Death Eater, Miss Granger. I would think it is obvious that I work for the Ministry now.” Why is he walking towards me? “You, however, seem to be playing under the assumption that people can’t change. I am quite sure that I have yet to insult you in any way, but you can not say the same, now can you?”



He is getting closer to my desk… Should I move? Should I get up? I can’t move for fear right now. All the things he has done in his life and now being put here with ME of all people… He can’t be happy. I know that look in his eyes… And he is carrying that cane of his with him. One simple move from him and I could be cursed into oblivion!



Where is my wand? Calm down, Hermione. You know the spell to protect yourself. Surely Kingsley, I mean the Minister, won’t throw you in Azkaban for defending yourself. But Lucius doesn’t seem to be reaching for his wand, not just yet anyways. Those perfect gloved hands appear to be as calm as his face is. That thought scares me even more than if he were to be pointing his wand at me. I should relax my grip on my wand a little. I don’t want to break it. And if Lucius, I mean Mr. Malfoy, notices how tightly I am holding MY wand, he is liable to reach for his. But those eyes… I don’t see any intent to harm in them. Then again, he did tell me that he had killed for less than being ignored. Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Hermione! Get a grip!



Wait. He stopped? He has left some space between us, thank the gods!



“Do relax, Miss Granger. Had I wanted to curse you into oblivion, I would have done so when you first presumed to think you had the right to allow your eyes to peruse my body. No, I simply think that, for the time being, we should move on to some practical lessons. Perhaps this will help you keep your mind on other, more appropriate things.”



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I am so glad that I remembered to pick up some more firewhisky on the way home from the Burrow yesterday. I need it after my day today. Why on Earth would Kingsley assign Lucius bloody Malfoy to instruct me? Sure, he has seen and done things that most wizards haven’t, but he is a DEATH EATER! It is completely irrelevant that he actually did manage to teach me a few things today. I would actually have to say that our trip to Knockturn Alley was most illuminating! Who would have known that there were that many hidden pubs down there! Granted, I could have done without the brothel he brought me to, but I firmly believe that he did that to get back at me for my thoughts from this morning.



He was right about one thing. Moving to the practical lessons did allow me to get my mind moving in the right direction. It was hard to work on throwing off the Imperious Curse while picturing the wizard casting it wearing nothing but a smile. Then again, now that I think about it, it had to be him putting that thought into my head! He had total control and he used it to get back at me! That BASTARD!! He will get his! I will make sure he does! After all I have done and all I have been through, I am NOT going to allow anyone to get the best of me. Lucius Malfoy be damned!



Alright. I just need to calm down. It is almost 9 at night and I really need to be getting to bed if I expect to be on time for my next lesson with Malfoy tomorrow. All I need is just a few shots of my firewhisky and I should be fine. It is almost as good as a dreamless sleep draught! No, I take that back. It is better because with the potion, I take it and I am gone. At least with the firewhisky, I can stay up for a bit and read. But what will I read? All the books I have here I have been through at least 10 times. Maybe I should stop by Diagon Alley tomorrow on one of my breaks and get a new book. I bet that witch at Flourish and Blotts would be able to point me in the direction of a few good romance novels. Sitting in front of my fireplace sipping my drink is all well and good, but there are only so many times I can read Hogwarts: A History before going completely mad. However, I know that if I were to try and sleep now, I would only toss and turn.



The Daily Prophet! That’s it! I haven’t read the Prophet today! Oh sweet salvation, there IS something in this house for me to read! I had better pour myself another drink first though. On second though, I have already had 4 drinks. Maybe I should get to bed. Besides, I still need to brush my teeth before climbing between the sheets. Merlin knows that my parents would never forgive me if they found out I was neglecting my oral hygiene. Then I can fall into bed and hopefully get some needed sleep! I can NOT have a repeat of today. The next time I face that insufferable Malfoy patriarch, he WILL get what is coming to him! I am usually better than what I was today, and I will prove it tomorrow! So, for now, I just need to sleep. It is almost 10 pm and I have to be up by 5 if I hope to beat him to the Ministry. All I have to do is just close my eyes… Then I can rest… and relax… and dream…..



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Oh my. London sure is dark, even for this time of the morning… It is six, isn’t it? Yes, my watch doesn’t seem to be broken. Oh well… Now, what was the number for this payphone? That’s right. 62442. How could I forget? Mr. Weasley would be thrilled to know that I am taking the visitor’s entrance today. But why didn’t I just Apparate? Or use the Floo? And why don’t I remember getting dressed this morning? It must have been another restless night. That is the only excuse I can come up with. This is going to be horrible; I can see it now. Mr. Malfoy is just going to LOVE another day of me being…well… I don’t think jumpy would be the right word for my actions yesterday.



Just clear your mind, Hermione. You are better than this! Don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he has gotten to you.



I just need to breathe. The lifts are right in front of me and in no time at all, I will be faced, once again, with that arrogant aristocrat. That man who made my world a living hell yesterday. That man who thinks that he is SO MUCH BETTER than everyone else. That man who is…standing next to me in the lift??



“Good morning, Mr. Malfoy. How are you this morning?”



“Ah, Miss Granger. It is so lovely to see you today! I trust you managed to get some sleep last night?”



Why is it that every time he talks to me he has to look down his nose and sneer? Well, I won’t let him know the truth. At least I must have slept last night. Hell, I don’t even remember my alarm going off this morning!



“Yes, Mr. Malfoy. I slept very well. Thank you for asking.”



But why did he ask? Why does he care? And why is he now standing behind me?



“You do look particularly delectable this morning. It really is a shame that there isn’t anyone else here to witness your beauty.”



Was that a compliment?



I want to answer him. I want to make some sort of comment about him saying such things about someone who he has made perfectly clear is beneath him, but I can’t. In moving behind me, he set his cane in the corner of the lift and his now unoccupied hands have found their way to my shoulders. I can feel the leather of his gloves through the silk of my blouse and his breath on my neck as his lips trace a path from my shoulder to my earlobe.



“Why so tense, Hermione?”



So, it’s Hermione now, is it? Two can play that game.



“Tense, Lucius? See how you feel when one of your enemies corners you in an elevator and begins to… begins to… Oh would you stop that!”



His hands have made their way down to my waist and he is pulling me closer to him. He isn’t stopping, though. I asked him to, yet he isn’t!



“You know you don’t mean that. We both know what you were thinking yesterday and we both know what your heart really and truly desires. Mr. Weasley can not do the things to you that I can. You know that as well as I do! Allow me, just this once, to show you what it can be like when you are with the right man. Permit me to assist you in relieving some of your…tensions. Then, perhaps, we can get on with your instructions without further interruption.”



Well, when he puts it that way, maybe just this once. Besides, it isn’t like he is going to run back to all his mates and gloat about having a Mudblood.



I moan an agreement as his mouth assaults my right ear and his hands tighten around my waist. I feel the familiar squeezing of Apparition and open my eyes to see an opulent bed chamber adorned in green and silver. But wait just a moment. I didn’t think it was possible to Apparate from the lifts in the Ministry? I will have to ask…



Look at the size of that bed! Lucius follows me over to what I can only assume is his bed and seizes the opportunity I present him with. As I bend down to inspect what I discover to be the finest emerald silk sheets, he removes his gloves and slides his now bare hands up my thighs and under my skirt. Hooking his fingers around my knickers, he pulls them off gently and places them in the left pocket of his robes. Leave it to Lucius Malfoy to keep souvenirs of his conquests.



He reaches back around my waist, simultaneously sanding me up and pulling me flush to him. I can feel his growing erection now trying to point the rest of him towards his hot and moist heaven. But I am not going to give in to him that easily. Oh no! The legends surrounding Lucius Malfoy’s prowess can’t possibly be true. I am determined to figure out what is fact and what isn’t. Perhaps I should start with that wicked tongue of his…



Turning around to face him, I look up into those cold gray eyes of his only just now, they aren’t that cold. There is a burning behind them that I can only assume is fueled by his desire to take me in every way possible. All in good time, Mr. Malfoy.



“If you want to have my body, then it will happen on MY terms. After all, you are married and I haven’t had decent sex for quite a while now! Do you understand, Lucius?”



“What exactly do you have in mind?” He is smiling; an honest to Merlin smile! This could prove exciting!



“Foreplay. I am tired of just being thrown down and taken. A woman needs a little more than a simple lubrication charm to get in the mood. And this foreplay had better last quite a while, but don’t allow it to take away from the actual sex. I refuse to allow-”



“Hermione, trust me. I have been doing this for just a bit longer than you have. Remember?”



And with that, I allow him to assault my mouth with his. It seems that he, like me, believes that proper sex should be initiated with a kiss. Wow! His mouth is just magical! His lips are so soft and skilled. I have no problems parting my lips to allow his tongue to gain access to my mouth. Then the real fun starts! The maturity and passion in his kiss is almost enough to bring me to orgasm, but I won’t let it. I can already feel the tension starting to build in my core. If he keeps this up, I will be lost long before his actions carry him past my shoulders! I got to be strong and try to hang on. He can’t win that easily.



All too soon, his mouth has left mine and, while I am sad for the loss, my ears and neck are not. He turns me around again and sweeps my long, brown locks over to my left shoulder. His left hand is holding my chin to the side while his expert mouth goes to work on my neck and shoulder, making me moan audibly at the sensation. His right hang has found its way to my inner thigh and is slowly working its way up to my sex. I am ready for him and he knows it. I can hear the chuckle coming from him as he skates over my opening and feels the wetness under his fingers. Biting down a little on my neck, he slips a finger inside me and starts to move it back and forth over my inside. His thumb is now playing with my clit as he puts another finger inside to join the first. The hand tat was holding my face has moved to my chest and is groping at my left breast. Just as quickly as I felt the hand there, it is gone and replaced by the sound of tearing fabric. Buttons fly everywhere as he drops the remnants of my favorite blouse to the floor beside us.



Oh Merlin! I can’t take this! His hand is back at my breast, squeezing and tweaking my nipples and making them hard. Another finger has joined the two that were already inside me and they are moving together to bring me to my completion LONG before I would want it! The tension is building within me. I am finding it hard to stand! If he didn’t have one hand across my chest and the other practically completely inside me, I would surely fall to the ground.



Every muscle in my body is beginning to tense as his fingers move faster inside me and his thumb moves perfectly over my now hardened clit. My breath is becoming more raged and I can barely keep my eyes open. I can feel it. I am going to come! Lucius Malfoy is going to make me come! I start moaning out his name.



“Lucius… Lucius.. Please… Faster… Don’t stop…” I start to get louder as the impending orgasm makes my entire body begin to shake. “LUCIUS!! Oh Gods, Lucius!!”



And suddenly, his fingers slide out of me, his hand falls from my chest and his mouth moves away from the spot where I am sure there will be a nice little love bite in no time. Unsupported, I start to collapse to the floor when I am caught by a spell that levitates me and moves me to the bed. I could never have imagined this bed to be so comfortable, but I am thankful that it is. Every fiber of my body is screaming for release right now, and I need something soft to help cushion the let down. I wonder if he knows how close I was?



I feel the bed move next to me. Lucius is still fully clothed, but is now leaning over me; time-perfected sneer in place.



“We can’t have you coming so quickly now, can we? No. I believe that you deserve a little more…pleasure before I let you come for me.”



So, he did know how close I was! How typically Malfoy of him! Thinking he can control everything and everyone around him. Oh well. If the main course proves to be as good as the appetizer, then I will not leave here unhappy.



Lucius has moved between my legs. Surely this is it! He is going to cast a spell to rid himself of his clothes and we will get to it! I can finally see that famous Malfoy cock first hand! Oh, Mrs. Weasley is going to be jealous!! I found out through Bill that she had a schoolgirl’s crush on one Lucius Malfoy… When she finds out that I have… but should I tell her?



My thoughts are interrupted by Lucius mouth crashing down upon mine. That skilled tongue is now battling for dominance with mine and I may just have to let him win! ANYTHING to feel him inside of me already! But it is not to happen. Not yet anyways. He is moving down my body slowly; trailing kisses from my chin, along my unmarked left shoulder and to my breasts. Taking time to adequately tease both, he takes each nipple in his mouth; sucking and nibbling just enough to bring them to their full hardness. When he is happy that my breasts are standing at attention, he moves further down my torso, stopping to kiss my belly button and all the skin between there and my neatly trimmed patch of hair that surrounds my womanhood. But he has stopped! What is wrong? His eyes meet mine and, once again, I get an actual smile from him.



“It is so nice to see that you maintain yourself down here. I thought I could feel it before, but it is refreshing to see. Too many women just let their hair grow wild down here. I much prefer a neatly manicured lawn to overgrown hedges.”



Before I can respond to him, his eyes pull away from mine and he lowers his mouth to meet my clit. Well, I was definitely right about one thing. He certainly is a cunning linguist! The speed of his tongue, coupled with the expert motions of his lips are enough to bring me right back to where I was before I ended up on this bed. Reaching up to grasp the serpent rails of the headboard, I feel him place a finger into my dripping passage and begin to move like he never stopped. Every muscle is at the brink of rupture as the sensations of impending orgasm engulf my body. It isn’t until I feel a second and third finger join the first that I start to quiver under his ministrations. When one of the fingers leaves and traces a path to my rear, I begin to shudder from the mere thoughts of what he is planning. With a quick look up to me, our eyes locking, that third finger pushes into my second opening and sends me completely over the edge! At that moment, with Lucius Malfoy between my thighs feeling me writhe beneath him, the snakes in the headboard seem to move a little and then proceed to beep at me. They keep beeping and beeping and beeping until -



MY ALARM!!



I jump from my bed and rush to the other side of the room to turn off the blasted alarm clock but am stopped just off of my bed when I fall to the floor. Coming down from the dream induced orgasm, I gather myself up, turn off the alarm and head toward my bathroom. This morning calls for a little more than a cleansing charm. Besides, I didn’t wash my hair yesterday, so I really should today.



I allow the hot water to pound my body as I think about the dream from the night before. Well, at least I can’t say that I didn’t get any sleep… But how in the hell am I supposed to face him today? I can’t look him in the eyes after having that dream! He can read my thoughts! I will NEVER be able to keep this from him! He will see through me in a heartbeat. Perhaps if I can just keep my mind clear, he won’t know. Isn’t that what Harry said Snape told him? Clear your mind! Yes. That will be my mantra today. Clear your mind.



I get out of the shower and move back to my bedroom to get dressed. I pick out a nice skirt, a simple silk blouse and a pair of basic black Manolo Mary Jane heels. Throwing a cloak over my outfit, I grab my bag and today’s copy of the Prophet and make my way to the Ministry. I am early today. I know I am. Maybe I will grab a cup of tea and a scone on the way in. I can have a spot of breakfast while I am waiting for Lucius, I mean Mr. Malfoy, to arrive… Ugh. This is going to be a long day…



I arrive at the visitor’s entrance of the Ministry. Why didn’t I just Apparate in? Oh well. I enter 62442 into the Muggle phone and I am off. I can do this!! Plus, I will have time to gather my thoughts before he arrives…



Just clear your mind, Hermione. You are better than this! Don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he has gotten to you.



I just need to breathe. The lifts are right in front of me and in no time at all, I will be faced, once again, with that arrogant aristocrat. That man who made my world a living hell yesterday. That man who thinks that he is SO MUCH BETTER than everyone else. That man who invaded my dreams last night. That man who is…standing next to me in the lift??



“Ah, Miss Granger. It is so lovely to see you today! I trust you managed to get some sleep last night?”



Bloody Hell!!





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