Diamond in the Rough

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The cool night air felt wonderful on her flushed cheeks. She leaned against the balustrade and took a deep sip of her champagne. The Fawcett’s gardens were lovely she observed even though a small voice in her head kept screaming, “prize idiot!” She felt tears sting her eyes. Shaking her head, she took another sip of champagne, longing to feel that loose lassitude that a light alcoholic buzz can sometimes provide. The idea of walking beyond the Fawcett's manor wards to apparate home held infinite appeal. She took several deep breaths and slowly turned around to face the ballroom. Her eyes wandered the crowd until she saw him once again. He wasn’t hard to miss, standing out like a big blond beacon. In his black wizarding tuxedo, he looked good enough to eat.


Other than the tense conversation in the receiving line, neither of them had spent a second alone together since they had walked into the ballroom. Hermione took another sip of champagne. She took pleasure in watching him privately. No one there to judge or assess the look upon her face. She smiled slightly as Lucius laughed at something a matronly redhead half his height and twice his width said. Damn him, he was handsome. His skin tinted golden, his white blond hair falling lushly over his shoulders. His long fingers cradled the crystal champagne flute. Every so often, he would absentmindedly brush his thumb along the side, reminding her of how he used those hands to play her body oh so well. Desire curled within her at the thought. "I’m lost," she whispered to herself.


Lucius was trying to extricate himself from an idle conversation that had begun around him. He looked over at Severus gave him a slight nod then lifted his champagne flute to the small group of people he had been standing with, “If you would all excuse me for just a minute…” He set the glass on the tray of a passing waiter and headed in Hermione’s direction. He stepped out onto the terrace silently appreciating how the night painted her in moonlight and shadows. He walked slowly towards her.


“What’s wrong?” he asked when he was close enough to feel the heat of her body.


“I feel off. I thought a bit of fresh air would help.”


He pressed his lips against her forehead. She turned into him and ran her fingers beneath his tuxedo jacket, felt the hard chest beneath. “I know just the thing to set you right, come with me,” he said softly and took her hand pulling her after him.


“I don’t want to dance.”


“We aren’t headed onto the dance floor.” He tucked her hand into the bend of his arm, smiling at guests as they walked by and out of the ballroom down a long hallway. They came to a partially opened door. Lucius looked briefly around it then pulled the door open wider. He gently pushed Hermione forward, locking the door behind them and turned on the light to reveal a guest bathroom.


He grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock. He was rock hard. “Look what you do to me with just a glance.”


Her sex clenched with need, moisture soaked her knickers. He moved his hands to her hips and began to slowly inch up the silky tiers of her dress until her lace and ruffled knickers were exposed.


“Here now, what’s this?” Lucius pulled her towards him, running his hands over the ruffles to grasp and cup her bottom.


“Just felt like wearing something extra feminine is all.” She tried for nonchalant.


“Hmmm, very nice,” he turned her around so her back was to him. He ran a finger under the waistband then peeled her knickers down and off one leg.


“Lucius, I don’t want a spanking.” Hermione protested.


“Nobody ever wants one Poppet. Though I do find it interesting that a spanking is the first thing that comes to your mind. I actually hadn’t planned to give you one right now. Although, you do need one, your behaviour of late…”


“You aren’t my father Lucius.” She cut in heatedly.


“No, not your father but very definitely your husband thank the heavens for that. Fortunately I have the very good sense to know what you need and will provide for you when you need it.”


He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, his fingers edging closer and closer to where she ached most. Ripples of pleasure shot down her spine and seem to eddy around her now swollen clit. Hermione wanted him so badly, nothing compared to the pulsing need that beat within her. If he didn’t possess her now, this very instant she would surely go up in flames of desire that were consuming her.


He waved silencio at the door so they were encased in silence. “You need this,” he whispered against her ear, his body pressed into her side. Her bottom and legs bared to him.


A sharp smack across her bottom took Hermione’s breath away and sent a gush of wetness trickling down her leg.


“Hmmm…” He rubbed his large hand over her exposed cheeks. “Excellent idea to spank you. I love having your pert, little ass at my disposal,” he growled.


An excited whimper escaped her. She felt herself clench and throb. She quivered with need as she stood there waiting and aching for him to touch her.


“I wish there was time to give you a thorough spanking.” He traced and trailed his fingers down her cleft then buried them deep into her hot, wet channel. “But there’s always later…isn’t there?” He pulled his drenched fingers free and rubbed his thumb over that sweet, wrinkled rosette. He played with her folds and clit, pulling and teasing until she groaned and tried to reach back to move his hands where she wanted, needed him to touch her.


“I think not.” He grabbed her wrists and moved her hands back to the sink. “Do not move your hands from this position.” He then seated two of his fingers deep within her sex and murmured, “I believe a quick lesson is in order.”


Hermione groaned, trying to move her bottom so his fingers also pressed against her clit. A hard smack landed on each cheek. She clenched around his buried fingers moving more frantically in an effort to ride his fingers harder. Lucius began to spank her in earnest until she stopped trying to move her body to relieve her ache. He gave a low chuckle, “I decide when you come, Poppet.”


“Oh, Gods!” she gasped out. His tone of voice, the control he held… Her nipples hardened and peaked, so sensitive against the silk that bound them. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath, it felt as if every nerve in her body centered on her aching core.


He spanked hard and quick. Hermione ground herself into his fingers, choking back groans and whimpers. He pressed his thumb against her swollen nub, moving his fingers in and out of her all the while spanking her bottom over and over until it glowed a rosy red hue. He pulled his fingers away from her just as she had stood at that precipice.


“Lucius no!” She cried reaching back for him.


“No, you don’t, you bad little girl.” He pushed her hands back onto the sink then wrapped one large hand on her hip to lift her bottom higher. Without hesitation he freed his erection. Although she was sopping wet she was so tight, he had to inch himself in.


She gasped as he impaled her. He was so big, so thick. She braced herself against the sink as he began to pump harder and harder into her, trying to hold on for dear life as he rode her with deep, fast strokes.


He moved his hand from her hip down her belly to cup her mound. "I want you to come now." His fingers pinched her clit and she felt her body tighten as he pumped in and out of her. The rhythm of his cock and fingers caused her body to pull tighter and tighter until her orgasm rolled over her in sweet waves. She opened her eyes to see him watching her in the mirror, his eyes flashing silver in their intensity. He tensed as he felt her hot sheath clench around him, milking his cock and with one hard thrust, he buried himself deep within her and spilled his release. Lucius braced one hand on the sink, the other hand still cupping her; he leaned his forehead against her hair and neck inhaling her intoxicating scent of vanilla and apricots. Tenderly he laid a kiss against her sweet skin.


“We really do need to get back out there.” He patted her bottom as he slid himself free.


She watched him in the mirror as he used a tissue to wipe himself clean before tucking back into his trousers. His grey eyes locked with hers. “Still feeling a bit off?” He smiled gently down at her. She shook her head no in answer. He bent down and picked up her knickers. She held out her hand then watched in shock as he tucked them into an inside pocket of his jacket.


“Lucius, may I have my knickers back?”


“No, you may not.” He leaned forward towards the mirror and straightened his tie then smoothed his hair.


“Lucius!” Hermione growled in irritation. The damned, arrogant git.


He turned towards her slowly one eyebrow raised. He leaned his hip against the sink considering her for a moment. “Think of this as a lesson in control. No knickers for the rest of the evening.”


She scowled up at him. “You can’t do this now and here of all places.”


“I most certainly can, watch me.” He smiled arrogantly down at her then leaned down, cupped her chin in one hand and kissed her. She could feel wetness begin to trail down her leg, damn him and damn her traitorous body. Irritated with both him and herself, she wanted to annoy him before he turned the lock and walked out of the bathroom.


“No fucking way,”she said obstinately.


Surprise lit across Lucius’ face as he turned and looked at her. She held up her wand pointed it at a tissue and transfigured it into a pair of white cotton panties, smiling triumphantly at him.


“Ahhh, Poppet, you do enjoy playing with fire don’t you?” His voice low and silky. He moved towards her faster than she anticipated and he confiscated both the transfigured panties and her wand.


“Don’t tarry too long my dear.” He pulled open the door and walked out of the small bathroom.


Damn him. She moved towards the door and locked it then turned towards the sink. She washed her hands meticulously then stared at herself in the mirror for a long moment, wondering what in the Hell she was doing. She was married to a man that had become irresistible to her now, for goddess sake, she was in love with him, the kind of love that the bards sing of. Oh for Gaia’s sake, now she was getting poetic. She shook her head and sighed. She didn’t expect he would ever profess any great love or any depth of feeling whatsoever for her and to top everything off he had shown her that she had a predilection for bondage and discipline. It was hard to believe that almost three months ago she thought her life had been perfect, quiet, cerebrally challenging… what the Hell had happened? Lucius Malfoy had happened; he was like a force of nature.


All of a sudden, it was just too much for her and as she looked into the unforgiving harsh glare of the mirror, her eyes filled then overflowed with tears that trickled down her cheeks. Nooo, she wouldn’t do this right now. She’d be damned if she broke down in a guest bathroom. She washed her face, reapplied her make up then slowly assessed her mirrored image. She looked calm, cool and collected, aside from not wearing any knickers. Damn arrogant man. Her hot bottom itched against the silk of her dress. Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door and walked out of the bathroom slowly making her way back towards the ballroom. As she walked down the hallway, she helped herself to another glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter. Sipping it slowly she moved towards the festivities, searching for that familiar blond head. Their eyes locked, his flashing silver eyes danced in private delight and a knowing smirk greeted her when she made eye contact with him.


“Hermione.” A low, rumbling voice said from behind her. She turned around to face Kingsley Shacklebolt. “May I have this dance?” he bowed slightly, she nodded, set her champagne down and let him lead her onto the dance floor. She caught Lucius’ eye once more. A pleased smile danced across his face and he lifted his glass in a private toast. She rolled her eyes then turned her attention back to Kingsley.


Hermione stayed by Lucius’ side for the remainder of the evening. If he was surprised by this he didn’t show it. She didn’t think she could stomach any further heart to heart conversations with Ginny Potter tonight. Goddess help her, she chose what she felt was the lesser of two evils. Lucius kept one large hand at the small of her back throughout the night.


The evening finally came to close as Draco and Susannah laughingly ran towards the Fawcett’s foyer to apparate off to their honeymoon. Guests ran after them to send them off with best wishes and good-natured cat calls for the upcoming honeymoon night. As the guests circled the newly wedded couple, Draco pulled Susannah into his arms and gave her a sweet, tender kiss.


Hermione watched with a slight smile on her face when she thought she saw a very slight golden glow surround the couple. Blinking several times, she shook her head. Had she imbibed a wee too much? She looked at the couple more closely, puzzled by what she thought she saw. She looked up at Lucius to find him smiling in pleased satisfaction. How very odd….


Before she knew it, Lucius had retrieved her robes, wrapped them around her shoulders and began making their farewells. Pulling her into his arms he apparated them home. When they were finally in his bedroom, she yawned widely. He came up behind her and ran his hands down her arms.


“Are you very tired?”


“A little bit tired, I’m just glad to be home.” She turned and smiled at him.


“I thought your bottom might need soothing.”


“Is that what you call sex these days?” She smirked up at him and pressed her hand against a very large, hard bulge.


His lips curved.


Forgetting all about her earlier lethargy, Hermione ran her hands down his chest to his trousers. "I think it's time these came off, don't you?" She whispered. Without waiting for an answer, she tugged his pants open and made quick work of the buttons on his waistcoat and shirt. Eager to get her hands on his bare skin and very hard cock. She quickly pushed down his trousers and his erection sprang free in front of her. Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around his thick, hard member dropped down to her knees and leaned forward to take him into her mouth.


Above her Lucius groaned as he slid into her mouth. Hermione let out a little moan of her own and slowly slid her mouth up along the length of his shaft and back down again. She would have immediately repeated the motion but Lucius slid his hand into her hair and gently pulled her away. Curious, she looked up to find him gazing down at her a glint in his silver eyes.


"Do more of that and you're going to end things sooner than either of us wants," he growled.


She gave a husky, little laugh and leaned back so she could watch him shove his trousers off his legs and shrug his shirt and waistcoat off until he stood before her perfect and powerful in all his naked glory. He pulled her up and turned her around to unzip her dress. It pooled to the floor in a silken, midnight blue cloud at her feet. She heard him suck in his breath as he took in the sight of her cupless corseted body.


“The knickers matched the corset.” She laughed a little nervously as he stared at her hungrily.


“I think the knickers would have been superfluous Poppet.” He began unsnapping the corset, revealing her creamy skin. When she stood before him in nothing but her jewelry, he scooped her up and carried her to his bed. He settled himself between her legs, Hermione felt her pulse quicken and it was as if her heart had lodged and now beat at the base of her throat in anticipation. As much as she had wanted to take him into her mouth, she now couldn't wait to feel him inside her. Her yearning for him quickly escalated to her earlier desire. But much to her disappointment he didn't enter her right away. Instead, he braced himself up with one strong, sculpted arm while he rubbed his plumed tip up and down the opening of her heated sex.


As good as it felt, she needed more, so much more. "Please," she begged desperately. "Please stop teasing me."


With the head of his cock still poised at her opening Lucius lifted his gaze to meet hers and for a second Hermione thought he would ignore her plea and continue teasing her. Instead he slowly but surely began to slide inch by delicious inch inside of her. Hermione gasped as he seated himself fully within her. Letting out a hoarse groan Lucius bent his head down and claimed her lips in a mind-numbing kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth, his strong, hard body pressing deeply within her. He slowly started to move inside of her. She whimpered against his mouth, automatically lifting her hips up to press against his. Every time he thrust he seemed to hit that very spot deep within her that no one else had ever come close to touching. Just when it seemed she could crest no higher, Lucius suddenly rolled over onto his back, taking her with him so that she was now sat on top. Breathless, Hermione could only sit there and gaze down at him.


"Ride me," he commanded roughly, his hands on her hips urging her to move even as he spoke.


She closed her eyes for a brief moment savoring the feel of him so deeply seated within her. She placed her hands on his chest and began to make slow, rhythmic circles with her hips as she rode him up and down. From this position, she could grind herself against him perfectly without any resistance from him this time. She was extremely sensitive from the pleasure he had given her earlier in the evening and she knew it wouldn't take long for her to come again. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind when she felt the familiar pull and tightening of her body that preceded her orgasm. As it continued to build, she rotated her hips faster and faster, only to let out a loud moan a moment later as she came for the second time that night.


She opened her eyes to find Lucius looking up at her with a ravenous expression. She leaned forward to kiss him, Lucius groaned against her mouth. Tightening his grip on her hips, he began to pump in and out of her, his cock going deeper and deeper with each thrust. With the tremors of another orgasm fast approaching Hermione broke free of the kiss and buried her face into the curve of his neck inhaling his scent. She felt Lucius shift his grip so that he was cupping her bottom. Grasping firmly, he began to thrust even harder and faster into her until she was crying out in one long, continuous scream as she reached her peak. It seemed unending, her cries of ecstasy joining his deeper, huskier groans of release. It seemed to be a perfect moment in time, their bodies in such harmony she almost wept with the pleasure of it.


Opening her eyes, she saw a soft golden light that circled and seemed to pulse around them enveloping and cocooning them. Looking more closely, the light seemed to be emanating from the two of them. It felt warm and was heavy with magic, small white lights seem to dance in the golden glow.


“Lucius…?” she asked as she looked down at him a question on her face to find him looking up at her with a look of complete and utter joyful satisfaction on his face. He cupped her face with his hands, pulling her down so her lips could meet his and kissed her so tenderly it brought tears to her eyes.


“Shhhhhh, Poppet.” He wiped her tears away with his fingertips and moved her so she lay wrapped in his arms. He pressed her closely against his chest. Cradled against him she felt so warm, so safe, so at peace. She let the drowsiness overtake her, she would ask questions tomorrow, her eyes suddenly felt so heavy she couldn’t keep them open any longer and she let them drift closed. The last thing she remembered before she fell asleep was Lucius pulling up the sheets and comforters over them.


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A/N: Please review!


Citten: Thank you! Ginny has become the voice of reason for Hermione since Hermione is awash in emotions. (I would love to be pampered too.)

celesumi: Hermione is trying to be just as urbane as Lucius, she’s just not quite cutting the mustard on that one but you got to give her snaps for trying.

coopershawk: The dress is lovely isn’t it? I get an idea in mind of what Hermione or Lucius will wear and begin surfing the net to see if I can find what I have in my head. Sometimes I find it and other times I’m not so lucky. The dress is a design by Tadashi Shoji who I know nothing about other than I saw the dress and loved it. It’s funny, I visualize Lucius more than Hermione, I think it’s because I would love to get my hands on him….sigh.

Heidi191976: Thank you, thank you for your review. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Margaritama: You gotta tell me, which chapter did you find hilarious? I thought you might be referring to either chapter 4 or chapter 5 or maybe I’m completely wrong :D Regardless, I’m very glad you are enjoying the story.

LiteraryBeauty: Can I first tell you what a cool username! Thank you for your very kind review.