A Special Visit to Azkaban

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So, here it is, second chapter.

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Lucius' cot groaned as he turned over yet again. It wasn't that he was subjecting the springs to monstrous amounts of weight. It was just that the cot, much like everything else in this hellhole of a prison, was decrepit.

It really was no place for a Malfoy but Lucius tried his best to drift off to sleep. He imagined his king sized canopy bed with its abundance of pillows and egyptian cotton sheets. Sighing at the thought of sliding between those sheets when he was finally released. He couldn't stop himself, however, as his mind drifted to thoughts of a more carnal nature.

Yes, one thing was needed to complete his dream bed - one gorgeous, curvy, preferably naked, curly haired witch. The great Lucius Malfoy was acting like a horny teenager and lusting for a mud... muggleborn witch. Not that he would settle for any ordinary witch.

He had set his sights on Hermione Granger, the bravest and most intelligent component of the Golden Trio. This infatuation had crept up on him in the recent months, spending more and more time with her as she worked on his case.

He had, at first, been annoyed when she had turned up to start fighting his case. Surely, she would prefer him locked up forever. He had been surprised, however, at how tirelessly she had defended him.

She had been dismayed with the underhanded tactics of the Ministry, sending him back to Azkaban on trumped up charges. Harbouring suspicious materials indeed. So ridiculous? They were books, for Merlin’s sake! They may contain some of the darkest spells ever known but they had not been touched in years. They were family heirlooms and Lucius Malfoy was not one to toss aside years of family history.

It was a delight to watch Hermione when she spoke about his case. The fire in her eyes and determined nature had overcome every obstacle those fools at the Ministry had put in her way.

Lucius didn't know exactly when it happened but it wasn't too long before he started lusting after Hermione. Yes, his little hellcat haunted his dreams, cursing him to wake up with a straining erection, thoughts of her bringing him quick release.

Well, he was single man now, Narcissa being every inch the pureblood witch and looking out for herself. The divorce hadn't been that much of a surprise, it could even be considered a blessing, now leaving the way free for him to pursue the witch he actually wanted.

He knew he wasn't alone in his desire either. Hermione's meetings with him lately had been... different. He knew his lust for her clouded everything, fantasies of clearing the desk and doing wicked things to her, with her, often distracted him. He had noticed one or two lingering glances, the way her eyes would sparkle when she looked at him. He noticed because it was how he was feeling as well.

But everything had changed at her last visit, just two days ago. She was practically jumping when she came into his cell and quickly explained that she had won his case and he was to be released at the end of the week. She had looked so vibrant and joyous, full of life and he couldn't hold himself back. All sense left him as he strode towards her.

His primal instincts just took over. She had looked shocked when he took her in his arms and, when his lips clashed with hers, she remained passive for a moment before joining in. The burning passion in that kiss had blown Lucius' mind and he had been delighted in discovering what a little minx Hermione was. The two kisses they had shared were nowhere near enough to quiet the desire inside him.

She had teased him before she left, filled his head with images of her in bed alone, thinking of him and then sauntered out of his cell like a proud cat. The look that the she gave him when she glanced back sent another wave of lust through him.

He couldn't restrain himself and, barely two minutes later, he was stroking his hard cock. He came with a roar, images of Hermione dancing round his head. Just thinking of their last encounter now made him stiff again. Merlin, what that woman did to him - he felt like a randy teenager.

Knowing he wouldn't find peace until he could rid himself of his erection, he fumbled under the covers, taking his length in hand, stroking himself slowly and fantasising about Hermione. Her hand instead of his, those rosy pink lips wrapped round his cock. Better yet, spread out on his king-size bed as he thrusted into her.

Just as he was getting going, a noise and shuffle of footsteps disturbed him, right outside his cell. Oh Merlin, he thought, was this one of the guards on a 'special visit'? He had heard of this happening - an amorous guard taking advantage of prisoners - their weakened, malnourished state leaving them defenceless.

The thought of one of them trying to have a go at him, quickly deflated his erection and banished all thoughts of Hermione out of his head for the moment. He shot out of his bed, cursing those bloody springs but determined to defend himself.

Moments later the door creaked open and the only thing Lucius could tell in the dim light was, that whoever it was, had to be some misshapen oaf. The door was quickly closed and Lucius readied himself to teach this thing a lesson. Lucius Malfoy had always been no man's land and he was determined to keep it that way.

He was poised to strike when, out of this lumbering shape, a distinctly feminine voice spoke.

'Lucius?'

He knew that voice, had listened to it as she spoke of his case, had imagined it uttering soft sighs and screams of pleasure.

'Dammit, I can't breathe in this thing any longer,' the voice exclaimed before a quick utter of a spell transfigured the suit into a simple long black coat.

'Hermione?' She squeaked in surprise and turned to face him, 'what are you doing here in the middle of the night?'

'Well, I just wanted to visit you and celebrate your release,' she replied, smirking at him.

He was struck at how pretty she looked tonight, not that she didn't always. Tonight, though, there was something extra, some sparkle to her chocolate brown eyes and flush to her cheeks which made her even more lovely.

Her chestnut curls tumbled down her shoulders framing her face, those eyes and plump pink lips standing out. His eyebrow shot up in intrigue at her comment and answered with a smirk of his own.

'Oh yes? And how do you propose to celebrate?' She didn't answer him just held his gaze and started to undo the belt of her coat. Lucius was rendered speechless at the tantalising sight of the young witch but luckily still retained his base motor functions and moved to aid the witch. He stepped towards her and caught her hands, pulling them away and untying the sash, unwrapping her for himself.

He could feel her shiver with anticipation and slowly parted the coat, sliding it off her shoulders. He held her gaze for a moment before slowly dropping his eyes down her body. Lucius could barely breathe, let alone move as he took in the woman in front of him. He had obviously never seen her out of her business suits, only able to dream and fantasise about what lay under those robes.

She stood in front of him like she had just stepped out of his last dirty dream. He vaguely heard her say his name but he was entranced, barely remembering to breathe. The little minx was wearing a corset, done in the most slytherin green with silver detail and it was practically offering her breasts up to him. Managing to tear his eyes from the delicious sight he dropped his gaze down to her tiny matching knickers. The garter belt attached to her thigh-high stockings finished her outfit off.

Lucius hadn't moved since he slid the coat off of her but a certain part of his anatomy had definitely taken notice. He knew he must look an idiot, slient and frozen in place, but months without female company, the endless fantasising of the woman in front of him had shut down all higher brain power for the moment. He knew he had to regain control over himself - it really isn't fitting for a Malfoy to behave like a drooling fool. At least he hoped he wasn't drooling yet.

He felt her eyes trail down his body and he managed to pull his gaze to watch her face. He was delighted by the flash of lust on her face when she set eyes on the tent in his trousers. She looked just as dazed as he was and he shook off the lust clouding his mind so he could claim his witch. He stepped closer to her and caught her gaze, a delicious pink flush crepping over her face.

'Hardly the most appropriate outfit is it Hermione? Athough, if you wore that at my trial, I understand why I've been pardoned. Really, a rather excellent technique.' He could hardly control himself as he started to circle her, coming to a stop behind her.

Merlin, but the back was just as enticing as the front. The corset fit her perfectly, the laces just waiting to be untied. Her knickers showed off the gorgeous globes of her arse perfectly. He bit back a groan as the hard length of him stiffened further, if that was possible.

He stepped closer to her, brushing those errant curls off her back, baring the pale column of her neck. He could hear her breathless gasp, the slight tremble of her body as he trailed his fingertips along her shoulders and neck, the goosebumps rising as he gently teased her. He had barely touched her but already she was reacting to him, leaning back, that gorgeous arse nestling deliciously against him.

'Tell me, Hermione, what are your plans for celebration?'


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