Diamond in the Rough

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She shifted to better position herself on the bed, slightly chilled, Hermione opened one eye to find herself literally right at the edge of the bed. If she rolled just a little more to her right, she would be on the floor. Her big, bad death eater was a big, bad bed hog. The man didn’t just lie in bed; he sprawled across it, taking every bit of space, sheets, blankets, and pillows with him. Fortunately, for her he also had a tendency to take her as often as he did the rest of the bedding so it wasn’t a complete inconvenience, she sniggered to herself.


She slowly sobered as she let her eyes wander the length of his body. His breaths were slow and deep. He didn’t look like he would be waking up anytime soon. She took a long moment to admire the long sleek lines of his body, the sculpted, corded muscles lacing his arms and thighs, and the carved chest and abdomen. Her gaze grew hungry as she followed the silky line of platinum down that began under his navel and trailed underneath the sheet to his groin. She felt her sex pulse and moisten.


Hermione felt such tenderness as she gazed at the man before her. Never had anyone ever taken such care with her and such care of her. But she wanted so much more than to be cared for. If she was truly honest with herself, it was time to admit she wanted what Harry and Ginny had, she wanted home and hearth, a man to love, be in love with and be loved by. Not just any man, only the one that lay next to her deep in slumber. She sighed, she only had half of that equation and she wanted, no needed to have all of it.


She got up to shower and dress. As she sat down at the breakfast table for a quick cup of tea she informed Twilby she would be at Professor Snape’s laboratory. She had been a very regular visitor over the last several weeks, spending her weekends deep in research. His private library was outstanding. He seemed to have every book on all manner of potions and potion ingredients. Now it was all available to her. Surely, she would find the answer to whatever that golden light was within his very extensive collection.

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Severus Snape knew he would find her in his library. She had been spending most weekends holed up in it, assiduously researching different combinations of potion ingredients for him. Not surprising really, she had been a diligent student, a very annoying, diligent student. However, that was then and this was now. She intrigued him now. He found her to be a rare combination of beauty and brains all wrapped up in a delectable little package. Her sense of humour was sly and quirky but you had to get to know her to see it. Yes, there she was sitting on the floor of his library looking quite content amidst all of his books.


Somewhat bemused he stepped into the room thinking his old friend was one lucky bastard, “I didn’t know we were looking for stronger alternatives for amortentia?”


His low, silky voice startled her and Hermione glanced up at him looking somewhat sheepish, “Oh, Hello Professor, I apologize, I admit I am using your library for some personal research.” She closed the book she had been reading. “I recalled that amortentia had a distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen but I don’t remember seeing the characteristic spirals of steam at the ministry. Are there other potions with that same mother-of-pearl sheen?” She frowned while she asked the question.


Severus rolled his eyes... Gryffindors... tripping all over themselves to apologize the first chance they got... Lucius really needed to work with her on that. “My library is at your disposal Hermione, whether the research be for me or for yourself. You have saved me days worth of time with all the research you have done for me thus far. I appreciate having the time to concentrate on the actual potion experimentation and yes, as I recollect, there are a few more potions that have that very distinctive sheen.”


She shivered slightly to herself when she heard the word experimentation. Lucius had put a whole new connotation as to what that word meant to her now. She stood up and placed the book back on the shelf where she had originally pulled it from then sat back down on the floor.


“Perhaps I can be of help?” Severus looked at her questioningly.


Hermione chewed her lip, how much should she share…? “Were you in the Fawcett’s foyer when Draco and Susannah left for their honeymoon?


Snape raised an eyebrow; well this was an interesting, circuitous route to take. “I was.”


“When Draco kissed Susannah, I could have sworn I saw a halo of golden light surround them….” She looked up at him.


“Indeed?” Severus schooled his features to prevent the surprise he felt as he looked down at the young woman surrounded by books.


“I don’t suppose you happened to see this golden light when you saw them kiss?” She looked questioningly at him.


Rather than answer her he asked, “What theories have you derived from what might have caused such a light?”


Hermione resisted the urge to stand up and answer as she had in potions class. “I’m not sure. I’ve never seen it before but I do find it interesting that I’m seeing it now around couples that have been matched by that damn ministry test.”


“Interesting.” His mind was racing, connecting together the potion colour with golden light.


Gods be damned, Serverus Snape was so laconic, would it kill him to provide just a wee bit more of a response to what she had told him? Hermione grumped to herself.


“Have you seen that golden light anywhere else?” He asked quietly.


“Yes, last night at home.” She watched him carefully. His questions and the lack of emotion he carefully kept off his face most certainly indicated to her that he knew more than he was sharing. Damn him.


Severus pondered what she had told him. This certainly answered questions he himself had had in regards to how the ministry matching test had been developed. Strong, powerful offspring his arse. He had absolutely no doubt that old coot, Dumbledore had been involved and had colluded with Shacklelbolt. Irritation shot through him. Good Gods, first appointing Potter as head of the auror department and now this. The minister was definitely tetched. He had absolutely no intentions now of going down to the ministry to take that ridiculous test. Wait, wasn’t Lucius Malfoy involved in this new ministry edict? Severus was sure he had been and most assuredly had known about this. He had even had the audacity to suggest that Snape go down to the ministry and take the test as well. Severus decided it was time for a little payback, payback especially concocted for his "old friend".


“I’ll be right back.” Snape turned around and left the library. Hermione could hear him in his laboratory. Confused, she made her way towards him. What was going on?


“So Severus, any thoughts or reactions to what I just told you?” She came to stand across from him at his worktable. Just as he was corking the top of a round vial.


“None that I would care to share at this time Hermione.” He informed her.


Both irritated and frustrated she resisted the urge to stomp her foot. “Fine, don’t share. Former death eaters….”


He did not quite catch the last part of what she’d mumbled. He smirked and walked over to where she was standing. “I suggest you speak with your husband.”


“Fine, whatever.” She began putting her notes she had carried with her from the library into her briefcase, refusing to look at him.


He smiled at her so obvious annoyance. “I do suggest that you and Lucius test this out for me tonight.” He placed the round vial in front of her.


“What’s this?” She scowled.


“You do recall the other research project Lucius was so keen on? Five senses cream…” He waited until she looked up at him.


“Yes?” Still annoyed but curious she picked up the vial and looked at it. She popped off the top to smell the contents, cinnamon and honey.


“I call this sample, Truth be Told.” He looked at her meaningfully. “I suggest that you have him taste first before speaking with him...”


Comprehension dawned quickly across her face. She smiled a little wickedly. “Thank you Severus. I’ll do just that.”


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She walked though the library floo to find Lucius in the large leather chair by the fireplace.


“You’re home earlier than usual, what a nice change.” He folded up the Daily Prophet, placing it to the side of his chair.


She tossed her robes over the desk chair and set down her briefcase turning to look at him. He was impeccably dressed as usual but casual today, clad in a black satin shirt and black woolen trousers. He had tied his hair back, which emphasized his masculine beauty. He clasped his hands in his lap. She had seen him sit like this at least a thousand times before but now it seemed as if the placement of his hands were somehow emphasizing another part of his anatomy. Displaying how well he filled out his pants. Her body tightened and she felt desire begin to curl deep within her. Damn him and this effect he had on her.


He watched her watch him. She stood looking at him, her head slightly tilted to the side. She was contemplating something…. he held out his hand to her and she walked over and placed her hand into his. He looked down at the dainty fingers and turned her hand over, raising her wrist to his lips. He closed his eyes taking in that lovely sweet scent of vanilla and apricots and nipped her wrist softly. Hermione sucked in her breath and felt herself grow moist with need.


He pulled her down onto his lap, his eyes flashing silver. He pressed his lips to hers, coaxing softly with his tongue. She parted her lips to allow him entry. He gave her one of his slow, wet kisses that curled her toes and wreaked havoc on her senses. He took her top lip between his in a gentle suck, released it, and did the same with the bottom. Then he traced the bow of her mouth slowly with his tongue. He reached out with his forefinger and ran his finger over her reddened lips. His eyes heated with desire.


He was like a drug, she craved his touch, and she wanted his hands and lips all over her body. She wanted, no needed him deep inside of her. “I have to feel you,” she groaned out. “I need to touch you, taste you.” She pulled frantically at his satin shirt, bunching it up in small fists. She dragged it up and off of him, uncaring about buttons flying or the shirt tearing.


He took hold of both her wrists and kissed her into silence. He moved her arms so he held her wrists with one hand. The other hand slid under her shirt and bra. He cupped her breast against his palm, squeezing the plump flesh. Using his thumb and forefinger, he rolled and pinched her nipple until it pebbled against his palm. The pinch shot an electric sensation right to her swollen clit. He pulled both shirt and bra off of her then leaned forward and bit down then sucked on the pink taut tip.


She made small undulations with her hips and ground herself against his very hard cock. Lucius growled against her nipple. She let her head roll back. Her breath caught in her throat when he nibbled a path up her chest to her jaw. He sucked and licked her earlobe then nuzzled his lips along her slender neck. He released her wrists. She let her body slide slowly down to the floor between his legs.


She knelt up on her knees and ran her hands up his hard thighs. She quickly undid his trousers and his hard, thick cock jutted out. She took him into her mouth sucking and scraping at the plumy tip. Her tongue grazed the dark head and she licked it slowly, savoring the smell and taste of him. Pulling back, she watched pearly drops bead up and she swirled her tongue around and across the weeping tip. He seemed to lengthen and thicken under her tender assault. The suck and pull of her hot, wet mouth was almost more than he could bear. She moaned low in her throat, and the vibrations shot through him. He couldn't stop from thrusting his hips up to meet her mouth. She wanted more of him. She wrapped her slim fingers around the thick base of his heavy cock then placed her mouth snugly around his tip, drawing him slowly inside and moved her head up and down. She could feel his sac tighten, he was so close and she wanted to taste him badly.


“Stop.” He growled.


She rolled her eyes up to look at him, their gazes locked on one another. She held him within her mouth and slowly moved up his length. Not for one minute taking her eyes off of his. She had no intentions of stopping.


She was glorious in her heated passion. He loved seeing himself in her mouth but he wanted more. Grimacing as if in pain, he pulled her towards him so she was forced to release him with a soft pop.


"Stand up, Poppet." He stood up as well and stepped out of his trousers kicking them out of the way. Grasping her arms, he moved her until she stood behind the back of his leather chair. With his large hand on the small of her back, he pushed her forward so her upper body was bent over the chair cushions, her bottom high in the air. He shoved her pants and knickers down and off her legs.


"Lucius?" she asked her heart in her throat. Moisture darted down one leg. This position usually meant a sore and tender bottom. Her sex clenched. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other; desperate to relieve the ache that was building within her.


He knelt down between her legs and gently blew on her swollen clit.


Realizing his intentions, she remembered the round vial of cream. “Lucius wait.” She stammered. “In the pocket of my robes, there’s a vial from Severus.”


He patted her bottom, “Don’t move an inch.”


He stood up and she watched as he strode gloriously nude to her robes and retrieved the vial. He smiled wickedly at her. “Severus wants us to begin testing?”


She nodded, shifting herself into a more comfortable position as she lay over the back of his chair. He took his time walking back around the chair to admire the picture she made, arse propped up and her delectable little assets on display waiting for his touch. She heard him pop open the vial.


He knelt back down and traced a path up her leg with his mouth. The scent of her arousal made him harden further. He groaned as he inhaled her intoxicating fragrance. “I adore your scent.” He whispered against her slick folds. Gently holding open her thighs, he slowly began to tease her with his tongue, tracing a path along her cleft and circling her clit. Good Gods, she tasted sweet, like honey and cream. Wanting more, he spread her legs wider so that he could dip his tongue into her wetness. Hermione let out a low gasp as he plunged his tongue in and out of her. He teased with his fingers, playing with her swollen folds and clit.


He dipped his fingers into the vial then pinched and rubbed her swollen nub and cunt with his fingertips until she was thoroughly coated inside and out with cream. He ran his tongue up and down her sweet little cleft, lapping both her natural sweetness and the sweetness of the cream. Goddess, she was delicious. He wanted her frantic and began teasing her, making slow, deliberate circles round and round her clitoris with his tongue before drawing her plump, little nubbin into his mouth and gently suckling on it. He pushed one then two fingers into her wet, heated sex, plunging in and out of her until she was writhing and bucking against his face and fingers.


She was so very close. Her body began to tremble and tighten. He sucked and nipped that swollen little nub until her orgasm crashed through her. Hermione screamed her release. Lucius lapped at her slowly as he felt her muscles quiver in tiny after shocks.


He slowly stood up, grabbed her hips and plunged himself into her in one deep, hard thrust. Hermione gasped. Taking a deep, ragged breath, he tightened his hold on her hips and began to pump into her harder and harder. She whimpered at every stroke and gripped the chair, tightly pushing back against him until flesh was smacking flesh. He moved his hand through her silky damp curls tugging and teasing until she cried out and her inner walls clenched around his cock as he pushed her into another climax. With a growl, he came hard, holding her against him while he pumped his hips repeatedly, milking every last sensation from her. They both were breathing heavily and he cupped his hard body against hers. He buried his face against the back of her neck and whispered in her ear. "Mine." She shivered slightly at his declaration and whispered, "Yours."


He pulled out of her slowly, raising her up from the chair and wrapped her in his arms. He apparated them into his bedroom. She looked at him curiously, “How do you feel?”


“Like I can’t get enough you.” He leered at her.


She smiled at him and wondered if Severus' cream had worked. “Tell me what the golden light is Lucius.”


“Our magic married.” He blurted out. His eyes widened then narrowed... The cream he thought and looked at her. She grinned cheekily at him.


He roared, “Hermione Jean Granger Malfoy, you administered vertaserum to me.”


“I most certainly didn’t.” She was indignant, it’s not as if she poured it down his throat.


“You most certainly did.” He was infuriated. How dare she trick him like this.


Angrily she asked him, “Did you or did you not agree to test all of the creams Severus would be developing.”


“Yes but…”


She held up a small hand and cut him off. “Did I force you to taste that cream?”


“No but…”


“If you are going to be upset with anyone it should be yourself. You asked no questions, just immediately decided to put the cream to the test did you not?” She folded her arms across her chest and was now standing tapping her petite, pink-toed little foot.


“Yes, however,” he narrowed his eyes at her and began moving slowly towards her. Like a cat stalking its prey. “You knew what was in it.”


Sweet Gaia he was gorgeous as he walked heatedly towards her. She backed up a few steps. “I had inkling, yes but regardless, you are trying to change the subject. What do you mean our magic married?”


“Our magic bonded.” He continued walking towards her and she continued walking backwards, making a quick decision to head towards his bathroom.


“Yes, I heard you say that the first time. Why did our magic bond?” She was trying to stall for time and she wanted to know what the golden light was. However, self-preservation was fast running through her mind. He looked rather incensed; those nostrils of his were flaring.


“Magic always bonds when true love is found.” He snarled and jumped towards her. She let out a small squeal and turned running into the bathroom. Her bottom jiggling deliciously in her mad dash for freedom.


He smiled lasciviously, palms itching to smack that creamy, jiggling flesh. Damned naughty, little minx...

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A/N: Please review


celesumi: You hit the nail on the head! I'd let Lucius confiscate anything he like from me....

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Voracious Reader: They are definitely headed towards having a serious talk about how they feel.

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