Lucius\' Bookshelves

Chapter 20

Hermione assumed that the need to floo into Lucius’ rooms was unnecessary, and instead knocked on the door. She giggled at the muffled curses that she heard from the other side of the door. A bleary-eyed and bruised Lucius in a black silk dressing gown opened the door. His blank look rapidly transformed into a crooked smile. “I’d thought you’d forgotten about me, my dear.” His words were slightly slurred, and his smile was positively lecherous. He gestured her into the study.

“A drink?”

Hermione shook her head. “No, thanks. I had more than enough scotch while talking with Draco.” She paused while she walked over to the sofa. Lucius had stretched out his bare legs to rest on the low teak table that he had pulled over to use as a footrest. Hermione kicked off her shoes and sat on the couch, pulling her feet under her comfortably. Lucius put his arm around her shoulder and drew her against him.

“Draco’s pretty fucked up, you know.”

Lucius snorted with restrained laughter. “You could say that, yes.” The voice turned wistful. “Hopefully he and Harry will be better parents than I was.”

Hermione rested her hand on his silk-covered thigh and began to make lazy patterns on his leg with her thumb. “So they’re going to have kids?” Her surprise was evident.

“Harry wants kids someday, and I think he can see how Draco having a child would be a sensible solution to what could be an otherwise difficult problem. And I don’t doubt that Harry will be able to convince Draco of that. Harry seems to wear the pants in that relationship.”

It was Hermione’s chance to try to restrain her laughter. She failed, and giggles fizzed from her lips. Despite her laughter, she looked at Lucius with a touch of concern, but there was only a wry smile on his face. “Not much I can do about it. And as long as I don’t have to actually see Draco in a skirt, it won’t bother me.”

He pulled her closer to him so that she could rest her head against his chest. His hand slid lower and began to casually work the material from the skirt of her dress higher up on her legs.

Hermione shivered at his deliberate touch. She still wasn’t used to how easily his hands could arouse her, especially when they were touching areas that she had never considered to be particularly erotic, like the side of her thigh or the edge of her shoulder.

His hand continued to reveal more of her thigh as he spoke again. “Harry seems to have some sense about him, at least.” He sighed heavily. “I don’t want to talk about them, though. I’d rather talk about you.” Having pushed her skirt up to the top of her thighs, he slid his hand between her legs. “Or not talk, actually.”

Hermione moved so that she could rest her lower back against his legs while her shoulders were supported by the arm of the couch. Lucius pulled the skirt of her dress up around her hips and caressed her mound through the peach silk panties she wore. Using the lightest touch of his little finger, he traced the cleft between her legs through the material.

She sucked in her breath, her pulse pounding through her veins, as heat began to pool between her legs.

Through the silk, Lucius applied more pressure, using bother his little finger and his forefinger to outline the cleft in the silk.

Hermione spread her legs wider for him, “Please, Lucius.”

“Shhh.” His hiss was commanding. “Patience, my love. You will learn patience. Even if it takes all of mine to teach it to you.”

Hermione shook with silent laughter at his last words, but quickly gasped as his fingers slipped under the silk and lazily moved across her skin, carefully avoiding the slit he had been previously stroking.

Lucius looked around, reaching again for the silver letter opener. Hermione watched silently as he again tore through the fabric at her hips. “Damn things,” came the muttering above her.

His hand began to caress her unprotected mound, and Hermione squirmed against his hand, whimpering in her throat. Lucius smiled down at her, his eyes locking with hers. “I want to watch you come. I want to see my name as it leaves your lips. And I want to see you give yourself over to me.”

Hermione nodded, her eyes feverish with lust.

Unhurriedly, Lucius parted the slick folds of her flesh with his forefinger and glided his finger down the length of her slit. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as she searched the blonde’s face for the slightest indication of his next move. Lucius smirked down at her, his eyes impassive as his finger continued its excruciatingly slow exploration of her outer flesh.

Hermione jerked her hips in frustration, and Lucius’ eyes narrowed. “Patience, my dear. You do not want me to remind you again.” Hermione gave a single nod, biting the inside of her lip to keep from expressing her mounting discomfiture. Her eyes must have given her away, though, because Lucius gave her a final warning look before resuming his task. Briefly, she debated finding out what would happen if he had to remind her again, but given his current state of intoxication, she decided that she wasn’t sure that she wanted to press him tonight.

Trying to ignore the growing heat in her core, Hermione studied the planes of her lover’s face. The flickering light of the fire highlighted the sharp angles of his bones, while the low light left much of his face in shadow. The classical Muggle depiction of a demon flashed through her mind, and Hermione involuntarily shivered with glee; Lucius was most definitely her demon lover, and she reveled in it.

Lucius raised one eyebrow briefly at her smile before thrusting two fingers into her slippery opening. Hermione gasped as Lucius worked his hand smoothly in and out of her flesh, his thumb brushing against her hard nub.

The wizard’s eyes cleared as he focused on his task. His free hand moved to Hermione’s chest, and began to lightly glance over her taut flesh. Again, Hermione shivered as her nipples crinkled into hard points. It took a great deal of effort to not arch her back into his hands. Still, she remembered Lucius’ admonitions concerning her patience, and so she tried to remain still. She bit her lip, her brown eyes focused on her tormentor’s stormy gray ones.

A start of a smile curved at the corners of his mouth as the pace of his hand between her legs continued languorously. His other hand had found a hard nipple underneath the material of her bodice, and he began to pinch it. A squeak came from Hermione, her eyes glazed with heat.

Taking her response as encouragement, Lucius worked to free her breast from the confines of the dress before freeing the other breast. Her nipples were hard, her chest, as was her face, was lightly flushed with excitement. Lucius caressed the hard points of flesh with the side of his thumb, and Hermione sucked in her breath. The hint of a smile turned into a smirk as he pinched each nipple sharply while the fingers of his other hand stroked the hot bud of flesh between her legs.

A sharp gasp of pain turned into amazement as the alternating sensations of pain and pleasure swept through her body. The focused pinches on her nipples sent shocks of heat through her body, her clit was becoming more sensitive with each manipulation. Her breaths came in gasps now, and her hips moved freely against Lucius’ hand. The small, still-functioning-rationally part of her brain wondered if she still had to try to be patient, but that thought was quickly shoved aside as a new wave of heat surged through her body.

Lucius massaged her inner flesh with increasing friction, and Hermione responded to each stroke of his fingers. Her flesh was slick with sweat and her own moisture, and was becoming even more so with each movement of his hands.

Her chest arched into his hand, as her hips met the unceasing thrusts of his hand. Time became fluid and her vision had closed in so that souldould only see – and could only focus on – the depths of his eyes. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her groans came from deep within her as she gave in to her carnal nature.

She felt her orgasm start at the base of her spine as the pooled heat expanded to fill her body completely. “Oh gods, Lucius… Gods….” Her body quaked as her pulse hammered in her veins, the heat within her becoming incandescent. The fire tore through her body, waves of sensation crashing back on one another. “Luciussss….” His named turned into a primitive hiss as she gave in to her body’s reactions.

Several minutes later, a still flushed and sweaty Hermione sat up, reluctantly leaving the confines of Lucius’ arms. A yawn split her throat and her eyes drooped. “I’m sorry, but I think you’ve worn me out today,” Hermione uttered with a smile.

Lucius nodded, a smug smile on his face. “Yes. I probably have. I’d better take you to bed before you fall asleep on the couch.” Hermione smiled in response, before standing up and stretching, her breasts still free of her dress.

They both undressed and slipped into bed. Lucius pulled Hermione into his arms, his lips resting on her hair for a few moments before turning his check to the pillow.

Hermione settled comfortably into his arms, her eyelids heavy. She sighed happily, reflecting briefly on the intimacy of the act of falling asleep in her lover’s arms.

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Hermione awoke early the nest morning, a smug grin on her face. She rolled over and looked at Lucius. He was on his back, snoring softly – not too surprising given the results of his forceful interaction with Draco yesterday. In the low light, the bruises were muted, but it was still obvious that the once perfectly symmetrical nose would forever slightly favor the right side of his face. Her eyes not leaving his face, she decided that it actually made him look a little more approachable. Lucius could – and always would – look quite formidable with little effort. Years of practice had ensured that he could conjure up a superior air quickly. The broken nose wouldn’t detract from that, but she couldn’t help but thinking that it took the slightest edge off his perfection, and made him slightly more accessible.

A contemplative smile came to her face as she continued to look at Lucius. A few months ago, she was dreading this assignment. She hadn’t wanted to leave her office at the Ministry, and she certainly hadn’t wanted to be alone with Lucius at Malfoy Manor. Things had certainly changed, though. Now she didn’t want to ever go back to her office at the Ministry, and she relished being alone with Lucius. Especially alone in his study.

The rush of excitement that coursed through her body as she relieved the feeling of his hands on her body – especially the spanking, pinching, caressing hands – made it difficult for her to sleep. Not wanting to wake the sleeping wizard, she slipped out of bed and searched for a dressing gown. After all, if she was awake, she might as well get some work done, so that she would be able to resign from the Ministry sooner. Besides, with the amount of brandy he’d had to drink yesterday, she doubted that Lucius would be waking up any time soon.

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The Manor was silent as Hermione started work in the library. A house elf had thoughtfully brought her some tea, and she had lit the fire to warm the room up a bit, but she felt confident that she would have several hours of uninterrupted work time before anyone else stirred.

A few hours later, she had sorted through several more texts, and had compiled a stack of 8 more Dark Arts works to be sent off to the Ministry. Taking a breath, she prepared to use the effingorum spell again. It wasn’t a particularly complicated spell, she decided. It really all depended on your resolve. Given the Ministry’s attitude toward all Dark Arts objects, Hermione decided that her resolve was strong.

Reaching for her wand, she focused on the first book. A flick and a swish, as well as the mutterings of the spell resulted in the release of a fine grey mist that engulfed the original text. A small ‘pop’ preceded the creation of the duplicate. She flipped through the pages of the duplicate to check that the book was an exact copy before turning her attention to the next text.

Concentrating on the spell, Hermione did not hear the door to the library open. Nor did she hear her former classmate enter the library. Only when the duplicate book had been created did she get the sense that someone was watching her.

Turning around, she froze as she saw a sleepy-eyed Draco in a rich green silk dressing gown watching her. Thor’s balls on a stick. She did not need Draco running to Harry – or directly to the Ministry – and telling them about her activities with these books. Her breath caught in her throat. “My father taught you some of his tricks, I see?” Draco nodded at the duplicated books on the desk.

His intonation was flat, and Hermione couldn’t tell whether the blonde was approving or disapproving of her work. Still there was no point in deflecting the blame away from herself on to Lucius. Her activities might be questionable, but she still was not a liar. “I asked him how to do it, actually. I was sick at the idea of the Ministry burning the books. I didn’t want to see these things destroyed.” She paused, searching Draco’s face for some sign of his feelings. “Your family has an impressive collection of Dark texts.”

Draco gave a twisted smile. “My father’s got quite a collection of Dark items, too, but I am sure that he’s got those well hidden away. No doubt saving them for a future generation, since his own plans to rule the world have gone astray.” Hermione noticed that there was a hint of laughter in his eyes.

She nodded and smiled. “It wouldn’t surprise me. But I’ve never asked, and he hasn’t volunteered anything. I think I’m probably better off not knowing.”

“Still, I don’t think Harry would necessarily approve of your actions, no matter how noble your intentions are.” Draco’s eyes were serious again, and again Hermione couldn’t read his meaning. If Harry knew, he’d go right to the Ministry. Like Lucius had said about Draco, Harry certainly saw moral issues in black and white.

“Probably not. Hopefully, there will be no need for him to find out.” Please Draco. Please don’t tell him. “But I couldn’t let the Ministry do what they’ve been doing. It would be such a great loss of information. Not to mention a great loss of your own heritage.”

Draco raised one eyebrow appraisingly. “You’re willing to risk your own soul for my family’s heritage?”

It was Hermione’s turn to give a twisted smile. “There are a lot of people who would argue that I’m risking my soul just by sleeping with Lucius. They would no doubt assume that using Dark Magic just goes along with it.” She paused, relieved to see that the laughter had returned to his eyes. “Besides, while my soul may carry the burden of using Dark Magic, my conscience is clear. I think soiling my soul a bit is a fair exchange for the preservation of knowledge.”

A genuine smile came to Draco’s face. “You w hav have made a good Slytherin. I can see even more of what my father sees in you.” He paused, his eyes more serious. “He’s lucky to have you, you know.”

Hermione smiled shyly. “Thanks, Draco. And Harry’s lucky to have you. You are really good for him. Just, please, don’t tell him about the Dark Magic. Please? I don’t think he’d understand. He’d probably say that your father had corrupted me. And, knowing him, he’d want to see the duplicates destroyed, too. I don’t want him going to the Ministry about this. That could really cause some problems. Please.” It was hard to keep the pleading out of her voice, but this was important.

Draco nodded slowly. “I don’t like what you’re doing, but there’s no reason for me to say anything to Harry or the Ministry about it. It’s your personal business. Besides, it would probably only upset him, and he’s already pretty upset with you being with my father.” Draco paused and Hermione felt the relief rush through her veins.

“Thanks Draco. I really appreciate it. I mean, I really appreciate it.”

Draco smiled at her tone. “You’ll have to tell the Ministry some time, you know. I mean, about you and my father.”

Hermione nodded her agreement. “I know. I just wao doo do it after I’ve finished this. I want to send them my letter of resignation with the last batch of texts. I debated takit tit to them in person, but it occurred to me that they might prevent me from returning here if I did that. I just want to do this in my own time.”

Draco looked at Hermione, “My father really is lucky. I’m not sure he deserves you, which only makes him even luckier, I guess.” He paused, his voice softer. “And Hermione? Thanks. For this,” he gestured at the desk. “And for everything – for keeping all this intact, and for supporting me and Harry, and for turning myher her into a little bit less of an ogre.”

She smiled, blinking away a stray tear. “Thanks. And thank you for all you’ve done – with the Order, with Harry, even with your father.” She took a few steps on face him, resting her hand on his shoulder. Quickly, she gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. “You’re a good man, Draco.”

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A/N: Yeah. A little sappy there, but I really wanted Hermione and Draco to cement their relationship as friends. And yes, there was a need for some more Lucius smut. Because I find myself unable to get enough. (Yes, you may be seeing a lot more Hermione/Lucius pairings from me, and not so many Hermione/Snape ones, because Lucius is too delicious to let go of…)

There will be a dungeon scene as promised – probably in the next chapter or two. I think we’ve got the get the chance to see what Lucius really likes to do with his cane! *grin.

Ahem. Thanks again for the wonderful, thoughtful notes and reviews. I really appreciate them, and it brightens my day to read them!