Diamond in the Rough

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“Wait, what? What did you say?” Hermione came to an abrupt halt spinning around to look at Lucius, an incredulous expression upon her face.


Lucius who had been gathering momentum barely stopped himself in time from barreling into her. Grabbing her arms to steady himself he admonished. “Poppet, have a care I could have knocked you over.”


She looked up at his incredibly handsome face. His eyes flashing silver in the bathroom light, a clear indication she now recognized. He was thinking very lascivious and licentious thoughts. Goddess she loved him to distraction. All of him even the big, bad death eater parts of him. She said very softly. “You said when true love is found.”


“Yes.” He gazed at her with such tenderness that her breath caught in her throat. He tucked a curly tendril of hair behind her ear.


“Are you going to tell me you love me?” She held her breath in anticipation. The little voice inside her head was screaming, “Please, please, please, please, say yes.”


“I’m thinking about it.” He smirked down at her.


She sputtered. He laughed and kissed her soundly. She pulled back from him, her eyes narrowed then she recalled the cream. Silently thanking Severus Snape, she smiled a little wickedly and asked, “Lucius, do you love me?”


He cupped her face in both his hands, “Yes, Poppet, I love you. You infuriating, stubborn, obstinate, fiery, wonderful little witch.” He leaned down and kissed her so sweetly that tears stung her eyes. “I would have told you without the veritaserum.” He said gently, “Here now, why the tears?” He wiped away a solitary tear that ran down her cheek.


She sniffed, more tears trailed down her cheeks. “I never thought….I mean; it just seemed so unlikely that you would ever fall in love with me…”


He pulled her with him as he sat down on the outside edge of the massive jacuzzi tub. He tugged Hermione onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. With a very serious look on his face he asked, “Poppet, do you think so little of yourself or of me for that matter that you would ever doubt I could not?”


“Well, I’m a mud…”


He gave her a little shake. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Hermione Jean Granger Malfoy or you’ll find yourself across my knee so fast it will make your head spin.”


“Lucius, you do recall you were on the side of the war fighting for blood purity?” She reminded him, aggravation creeping into her voice.


“Let me tell you a story…” Hermione let out an annoyed, little huff. Lucius shook both his head and finger at her, “as I was saying, let me tell you a story about a fierce, passionate little witch who fought in the war. She held more power in one little pinky than many of the witches and wizards that I know have in their entire bodies. During the final battle I saw this small witch surrounded by death eaters, magnificent in her fury and power, she felled them all with one flick of her wand. After the war ended, I expected great things from this amazing witch but alas, when I was finally released from Azkaban, I could find not a word as to where she had gone or what she had done. Imagine my surprise when I began working at the ministry I found her buried in obscurity amidst dust, quills, parchment and tomes.”


“Me?” Disbelief played across her face.


“You. When I took the test and your name arose above all others I couldn’t wait to make you mine.” He gazed tenderly down at her.


She looked at him, her voice trembling with tears, “It wasn’t because you didn’t want your wand snapped in two?”


“Indeed it was not.”


“Oh Lucius.” She wrapped her arms around him. Still in a little bit of shock. Her big, bad death eater loved her, was in love with her, was in fact, her true love.


They held each other for a long moment.


“Well, this explains why Kingsley wouldn’t let me pull out of the match.”


“He wanted you to be happy Hermione. Though I will admit he did ask that the test be run three times after he saw who I had been matched to, he wanted to ensure I hadn’t tampered with the test.” Lucius smiled a little wryly.


“How does the test work exactly?” Hermione still wanted to know more about the golden light and why love caused the magic to bond.


“Ever the thirst for knowledge,” Lucius chuckled. “The marriage matching test uses the Amor Verus spell. It’s a very old magic, no longer used by itself now-a-days.”


“Why? This spell doesn’t make you fall in love does it?” She asked suspiciously, her eyes narrowing.


“Goddess, no, you know very well that no potion or spell does that. No, this particular magic shows you who your true love is meant to be. If you are brought together and fall in love the magic binds together creating a new magical signature of two souls entwined, soul mates for lack of a better word.”


“But Lucius, what if the spell shows you someone who’s already married or what if you don’t fall in love or what if that person is dead?”


“That’s why the spell isn’t used anymore, as you can imagine, it led to some fairly extensive heartache. Many witches and wizards believed it was simply better to not know, especially if your true love was another's or had died. Keeping that in mind, the marriage matching test was modernized to take into consideration all living eligible witches and wizards. However, there is still the falling in love portion of the spell that can take time, it cannot be forced, and the matched pair have to be open to falling in love.” He pulled back to look at her face. Not surprisingly, he could see the multitude of questions playing across her face.


“But what of all this nonsense about strong, magical offspring? Kingsley harped on it.” She questioned.


“The spell was also weaved with the fecundate charm to ensure both eligible witches and wizards matched were fertile and had the ability to produce offspring.”


“How do you know so much about the test?”


“I helped to write the law Poppet.” He said with just a wee bit of arrogance.


“That explains not being able to find any loopholes.”


“Why thank you Poppet, coming from you that is a great compliment.” He smiled warmly at her.


“You are such a slytherin Lucius.” She admonished him.


“Again, another compliment, you’ll make my head spin with them. You would have made an excellent slytherin yourself. You are far slyer than people realize.”


“I’ve no idea what you are talking about.” She looked down so her hair partially hid her face. She didn’t want him to see the smile dancing at the corners of her mouth.


Lucius smirked and lifted her chin with his forefinger so he could watch her face. “Tsk, tsk, no hiding from me. The cream, Poppet.”


“I didn’t force you to taste it Lucius.” She said a little indignantly.


“As I said before I think it’s time for another lesson.” He admonished her.


“You’ll use any excuse to redden my bottom.” She pouted up at him.


“Ahhh, Poppet, quite true. I’ll also remind you that you are never quite as wet as you are after I paint your lovely little bottom cherry red.” He said in that low, silky voice.


Hermione shivered. For Gaia’s sake, his voice should be deemed illegal. She felt a trickle of moisture begin to roll down her leg.


“You are cold my dear. Let’s get you warmed up.” He pulled her up with him, anchoring her body against his as his mouth touched hers. He kissed her until she began to whimper softly and her body made small undulations against his. Breaking the kiss, he took her hand and led her into the enormous shower.


Lucius turned on the water waiting until steam began to mist within the enclosed space. He stood her under the warm water while he poured shower gel into his hand, lathering it slowly. He ran his soapy hands all over her body. Hermione sighed with pleasure as he slid his hands up to cup and squeeze her soap-covered breasts. He pressed his hands over her breasts so her nipples slid between his fingers. She gasped when he tweaked them into hard-pebbled tips. He smirked down at her as he moved his hands from her breasts down towards her belly. He slid over her hips and around to her bottom, squeezing and rubbing those plump little cheeks until they were completely covered in suds.


While it was an incredibly erotic sensation, the soap bubbles tickled as they ran between her cheeks and thighs. She couldn't help but wiggle her bottom a little, trying to alleviate the tickle. That earned her a sharp little smack. Hermione jumped in surprise. The smack made a very loud sound in the enclosed space. She felt a delicious shiver run through her body.


Lucius smiled at her wickedly as he cupped her bottom. He said, “You have the most spankable ass."


Hermione gave him a sassy little smile and wiggled her bottom deliberately this time. Behind her, Lucius slid one arm around her tummy to hold her close against his side. He ran his other hand over her bottom. He squeezed and spread more lather across the round little globes. He lifted his hand and smacked one cheek then the other. Hermione gasped, he wasn't spanking her that hard, but her wet skin made it sting more than she'd thought it would, and not surprisingly she began to feel a delicious tingle spread through her body.


Lucius continued spanking her, he alternated from one cheek to the other, bringing his hand down in an easy rhythm that soon had her letting out little moans, pants and groans. He began to caress her bottom then slid his fingers along her cleft to her clit. Hermione pushed herself against his fingers desperate to relieve the ache he had begun to build up within her. Lucius ignored her want and drew his hand along her hip, pressing her body against his so his hard body cupped her back. She let her head roll back against his chest as he began to press kisses down her neck. She could feel his hard, thick cock pressed insistently against her stinging bottom.


Lucius moved his hand over her hip to her tummy, holding her so his large hand held the top half of her body. The other hand ran down through her wet curls to pull and tease her throbbing, little nubbin. Hermione pressed one hand to a muscular thigh and rotated her hips just enough that she was able to capture that long, hard, thick flesh between her thighs. Lucius shifted so her bottom nestled just above his groin. He moved his cock along her nether lips to her clit and back. Back and forth, over and over until Hermione groaned, “Lucius, oh please, please.”


“Please what Poppet?” He whispered slipping his hand between her legs positioning her body so that large swollen head pressed against her very wet and aching center.


“Ohhh, please, I need you inside me, please. I have to feel you deep inside me.” Gods, she felt so desperate, becoming more and more frantic with his teasing.


“Put what in you?” He said in that low, silky voice.


“I need your cock in me, now.” She growled at him.


Chuckling softly, he ran his hands so they cupped her bottom and thighs, lifting her just enough so he could slide his cock into her from behind. Hermione braced her hands against the shower tiled walls and let out a groan of satisfaction as he sank himself inside her hot clenching sheath as far as he could go. Rather than thrusting in and out right away, he began grinding his hips in gentle circles. Hermione chewed her lower lip in frustration. She wanted him to pump into her hard and fast. She needed to feel that hard thickness stretch her. But he glided his cock in and out of her with agonizing slowness. She could have wept with frustration.


"Harder!" she demanded.


“Now, now Poppet.” He continued his slow assault. "This is unbearable," she thought.


“Fucking Hell Lucius, fuck me hard, you cock teaser.” She growled at him.


He gave a short, sharp laugh, “Did you just call me a cock teaser?”


“Well you have a cock and you sure as Hell are teasing me with it. The name fits given the agony you are putting me through.” She snarled at him.


Lucius moved Hermione towards a tiled corner bench. He slowly bent her forward moving her hands to the bench so she could brace herself against it. He continued to move in and out of her slowly. She screamed and pushed herself hard against him.


“None of that.” He admonished her, slapping her bottom.


Damn him. It was no use, begging him would do no good. He’d pleasure her in his own sweet time. He slowly moved her around so he could sit on the tiled bench. He pulled her onto his lap so she straddled both his legs facing him. The pleasure between her legs became excruciating, and still he kept a steady rhythm, increasing the intensity only a little. Hermione whimpered, her bottom jerked against his groin.


Finally, he began thrusting harder into her. She could feel pressure building, and he felt impossibly bigger. He was pumping into her faster. His hands grabbing her hips, she could feel his body begin to quake. Hermione held her breath. Each thrust brought her a little closer to climax. She wrapped one arm around his shoulder while she braced the other arm against the tiled wall. She was desperate to move harder to increase those incredible sensations. She tossed her head back, oh goddess she was fast climbing.


“Now Lucius!” she cried as her orgasm shot through her. He let loose on a growl that doubled the intensity of her climax and sent jagged shots of pleasure in all directions throughout her body. She screamed her release as she felt him quiver beneath her. They sagged together breathing hard against one another.


He dropped kisses to her shoulder and helped her ease up off him. Pulling towels into the shower they patted each other dry amid more kisses. Then he scooped her up into his arms and carried her back to bed.


He held her close to him and said with an arrogant grin, “Though you haven’t said it, you bloody well love me as well,” he declared.


She sat up and scowled down at him, “You are awfully sure of yourself.”


“The golden light only occurs when love is realized between both people, Poppet. Given that, I do know that you love me too.” He said a self-satisfied smile on his handsome face.


“Hmmm, I’m thinking on it.” she gave a flippant wave of her hand, “I haven’t quite decided as yet…”


Lucius narrowed his eyes at her, “Poppet…”


“Oh all right, I love you, you big, bad, arrogant, domineering death eater.” She huffed.


“Ex” he retorted.


“Oh fine, I love you, you big, bad, arrogant, domineering, wonderful EX-death eater.” She leaned down and kissed him.


“Damn straight you do!” He grinned up at her. “I’m hungry, let’s get some dinner. I need to build up my energy.” He rolled off the bed and stood up.


“What for?” She asked still sitting on the bed.


“I intend to keep you up in bed for the remainder of the night.”


“Well in that case…” She jumped off the bed and raced towards her bedroom, “Last one down, gets strung up after dinner.” She laughed wickedly at him, determined to truss him up and have her way with him.

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A/N: Please Review! I am looking for a beta, would love recommendations.

Amor Verus: True Love
Fecundate: Fertile, fruitful


Margaritama: You’ll see Hermione was finally clued in. Lucius loves her.

Anon: I can’t imagine Snape any other way but sneaky! He will definitely be taking the test rest assured. I will check into Saki definitely, I love cynical and funny.

Heidi191976: Thank you so much for your feedback. Hopefully this chapter doesn’t disappoint.

Ginnylovesharry07: He didn’t know what was going on at first but was able to put things together rather quickly. I’m so glad you like the story.

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Kera: Hello, when I researched for pictures I saw them described as both cupless corsets and underbust corsets though I don’t claim to be an expert in that particular undergarment. I’ll take your word for it.

Celesumi: Hermione has some serious slytherin inside of her. I think Lucius and Severus bring it out in her.

Clare1984: Thank you so much. It’s a smutty story to be sure but when you put Lucius in anything that’s where my mind gravitates towards, pure smut. Oh by the way girlfriend, your story, “ If Only” is HOT, HOT, HOT!

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