Diamond in the Rough

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The month seemed to fly by. Hermione felt as if she were floating on air, not remotely aware that she went about her days with a dreamy look upon her face. She had a tendency to hum now while she worked and would find herself blushing during odd moments of the day when a particular poignant reminiscence in regards to Lucius popped into her head. She had it bad and she knew it but she knew she had the same effect on her big, bad death eater. Smiling, she placed the last case file on top of the towering stack of files piled high on her desk at the ministry. With research on that last case file complete, she had the afternoon to do as she pleased and she decided to spend her afternoon on potions research for Professor Snape. She fire-called him to let him know she was on her way. He was quite pleased with the progress she was making on several ingredients for some key potions he was enhancing based on requests from St. Mungos. Though she hadn’t asked him, he knew she wanted to run some practical applications on several of her ingredient theories. He had set up a station for her in his laboratory on the long table across from him, where he could observe her work discreetly. All in all, the research was going swimmingly. She made an excellent potions assistant and had all the makings of being a superb potions master. He was toying with the idea of suggesting to her that her true calling really lie in potions making not researching obscure ministry laws. She would have been a perfect potions partner save for the fact that she was sitting at her station humming. He had tried to ignore it but it was quickly beginning to irritate him. He sighed.







“Will you stop making that blasted infernal noise?” He snapped.







Hermione lifted her head to look at Snape. She had been caught up in the task before her. Adding seeds of a burdock root into a blood-replenishing potion, she wanted to investigate whether she could add a few more agents to the potion to improve its efficacy, not only prolonging the strength and life of the potion but also to introduce added benefits. The burdock root should provide blood purification but she was having difficulty stabilizing the ingredients. She worked slowly, diligently trying different introductions of the root to her potion. She had started introducing whole seeds, unsuccessful, she moved on to chopped seeds. Now she was considering using the flat edge of her silver penknife to mash the seeds, perhaps the juice from the seeds… It was a time-consuming process to be sure. Potion making never seemed to have any shortcuts but she wasn’t looking to speed up this process. It was tremendously satisfying to put some of her theories to the test. She was even more pleased that Severus Snape had asked her to begin practical application research, under his watchful eye, to further test the viability of her theories. She vaguely heard Severus snap at her and looked owlishly up at him; her thoughts lost in the work before her, not sure what she had done to irritate him. Damn touchy man, he was easily irritated but she was learning not to take it too personally, it was part of his DNA. He seemed so wound up at times. Hermione thought the man needed to get laid. She blinked up at him with a questioning look.







He sighed again and then said in a softer tone, “You are humming.”







“I’m sorry Severus, I didn’t realize.”







“Obviously.”







She bent back down to her task when she heard him ask, “It was effective, I take it?”







“What?” She looked up at him again. He was smirking at her, that smirk reminded her of Lucius, which made her think of slytherins and dark wizards, which in turn reminded her of the cream. A smile broke across her face and seemed to light up the entire room, “Oooh, that. Yes, yes it was. It was perfect. Thank you very much Severus.”








He smirked, nodding his head slightly, “My pleasure.” He so loved getting the best of his blond git of a friend, it happened so rarely.






“Mine too.” She responded with a smirk of her own, his lips quirked.







She sat back and observed him as he worked between two cauldrons, his hands deft and graceful. He really was an attractive man if you could find your way past that dour demeanor. She knew nothing about him personally. Did he date? Did he have a girlfriend? A mistress? She reminded herself to ask Lucius. “Do you think you might take the marriage matching test?” She asked.







“Not unless forced. Now show me what you are attempting.” She sighed then shook her head and began to walk him through what she had done thus far.







Finding a good place to pause in the research they were conducting, Hermione packed up her research notes to review later into her briefcase while busily writing down the next steps Severus thought they should be pursuing when they brewed next week. She picked up her robes and Professor Snape walked her to his study fireplace, a soft tapping sounded against the window. “Severus, go ahead and let in your post, I can see my way out.” As she stepped into the green flames and said, “Malfoy Manor,” she turned and saw Professor Snape let a little brown owl fly into the room, was that a ministry-sealed envelope?







Yawning, she stepped out of the library fireplace. The research was absorbing to be sure and she couldn’t be more pleased that Professor Snape was actually letting her brew with him. She walked towards her desk, placed her briefcase down and looked around the library, her eyes resting on that big, leather chair, imagining Lucius bent over the back of it nude. With a lewd grin on her face, she picked up her wrap from her desk chair and went in search of a certain flaxen haired death eater.







She had looked everywhere, his study, his bedroom, the gazebo within the rose garden, and now the kitchen, where could he be? Twilby apparated in front of her, handing her a piece of parchment. She recognized Lucius' strong, masculine handwriting:





Poppet,



Unfortunately, I have a dreadfully dull ministry board meeting that will very probably go well into the evening... I know you will miss me terribly, you insatiable girl. Try to stay out of trouble.



Yours,



L







She smirked as she folded the note in half. Well that question was answered; she made her way towards her bedroom, perhaps a nice, long bubble bath and a glass of wine while she waited for him. She was just about to step into those delicious bubbles when she realized she had left her loofa in his shower. She pulled on a silk dressing robe and made her way to Lucius’ bathroom. With the loofa in hand, she stepped out of his bathroom and noticed a light on within his closet. She walked towards it with full intentions of turning off the light. Hmmm, that infamous toy box of his was in this closet, while she was in here, what would it hurt to take a teeny, tiny peek…







She pulled open the closet door and stepped in, somewhat overwhelmed. Good Goddess the closet was gigantic; it must have been the same size of her bedroom at her old flat. She didn’t think it was possible to have so many clothes. The man was a clotheshorse. His clothing was arranged by type, style and colour. One wall completely dedicated to shoes. She hadn’t realized he had so many, it wasn’t his feet that caught her eye, and she smirked to herself. Another wall was mirrored, framed by small lights, she waved her wand and there she stood in bright lights. Good Gods, he even had a small dais one could step onto in front of the mirror. She sniggered to herself.







She walked over to another wall this one lined with shelves, and drawers. One deep shelf held several bottles of cologne and valet boxes that looked to be made out of dragon hide. She lifted the lid and looking down at the wide variety of watches, gold, platinum, jewel encrusted… She closed the lid gently and opened another valet box to find nothing but cufflinks, another for lapel pins, and yet another for rings. Shaking her head a slight smile on her face, she looked at the cologne and popped open the bottles to inhale the different scents. This was the one she liked best on him, and damn him, it was a muggle brand, Alfred Dunhill Edition, the hypocrite. She thought she might make him wear this one all the time, that spicy cinnamon, cloves and sandalwood scent intermixed with his own intoxicating fragrance made things begin to hum low in her body.







She dabbed a bit of cologne on her wrists, holding her wrist to her nose to take in the distinctive scent. She placed the cologne back on the shelf and slowly pulled open the drawer underneath the shelf. There on black velvet lay his death eater mask. She stared at it for a long while. He had worn this mask at the Department of Mysteries. It was coldly beautiful, so austere much like the wizard himself. She couldn’t say she was surprised he still had it but it was a shock all the same to see it. She slowly closed the drawer. She felt rather naughty perusing through his things but her curiosity had taken hold and she still hadn’t found that damn toy box. In fact there wasn’t anything remotely wicked in anything she had seen so far other than the mask. Nothing but rich, luscious fabrics, furs, and leathers.







She placed her wand on her hand and whispered, “Show me Lucius’ toy box.” Her wand pointed to another wall but she didn’t see anything unusual here, just more clothing hanging before her. She ran her hand behind the clothing to the wall itself, not quite knowing what she was looking for, she sighed, then stepped back and she raised her wand, murmuring, “Alohomora.”







There was a small, soft click and the wall moved forward. Hermione stepped to the side, peeked around it, and let out a gasp. It wasn’t a toy box; it was a toy wall for Gaia's sake. Her eyes went wide as she took in the assortment of plugs, vibrators, dildos on the shelves. Paddles, straps, tawses, floggers hung on the wall next to the shelves in neat rows. She stepped closer and opened one of the drawers to find collars, ball gags, and restraints. The next drawer held clamps, beads, chains. He hadn’t been kidding when he had told her he had an extensive collection. Shaking her head in wonder she slid open the bottom drawer and found his leather wear, leather pants, leather g-strings, vests, gloves, harnesses all in black.







“See anything you like?” A low, silky voice said from behind her.







Hermione jumped and let out a small squeak. She slammed the drawer shut and whirled around to find Lucius leaning against the wall. His hunter green tie hung loose around his collar, the top three buttons of his French cut shirt unbuttoned. He wore a hunter green silk waistcoat embroidered with small silver fleur-de-lys. It lovingly hugged his torso to perfection. Black fine woolen trousers made his legs seem impossibly long, those lean, muscular legs were crossed at the ankle and his arms crossed over his chest. That silky hair cascaded over his shoulders, his eyes flashing silver. One eyebrow slightly raised in question. Goddess he was a treat for the eyes, desire pooled low within her body.







“Ummm, I, ehhhhmmm, I needed my loofa.” She held the loofa up.







“Hmmm, interesting. You left your bath sponge in my closet?” His face still rather impassive.







“Well, no, I didn’t leave it in your closet, don’t be ridiculous.” She said a little irritated. She was embarrassed to have been caught snooping and he didn’t seem like he was going to make this easy for her. “Damn git,” she grumbled to herself.







He quirked his eyebrow at her and waited.







“Well, the light was on in your closet and I came in to turn it off.” That was the reason she had come in here in the first place, she didn’t think she needed to admit that curiosity got the better of her. After all, that was rather obvious…







“So you came in here to turn off the closet light but thought it would be interesting to riffle through some drawers before you did?” Goddess, that voice was doing a number on her libido.







“Uhhhmmmm,” at a loss for words and her brain quickly turning to mush as thoughts of what kinds of big, bad, hot, kinky, death eater things he might do to her for snooping around in here began to float through her head.







They stared at each other for a long moment. He was right in her way, she couldn’t walk around him without brushing up against him and at this moment, he looked like he had a number of lascivious ideas playing through his mind, as he looked her over.







She finally said in a heated little huff, “You did say you would share your toy box, Lucius.”







“I did say that didn’t I?” He smirked at her.









She crossed her arms over her chest, unaware that the movement plumped up her breasts. His eyes narrowed. He could easily see she was nude underneath her silk robe. She had piled her hair up on her head and he could see her pulse beat quickly at the hollow of her throat... She was shifting her weight from one foot to the other and she had a deliciously guilty look upon her face. He knew leaving the light on within his closet would eventually pull her into it, the woman couldn’t stay out of mischief to save herself, she was too damn curious by half, thank the Gods. He smiled a little wickedly.







He licked his lips slowly; she watched that clever tongue play across his lips imagining they were against her lips. Desire speared through her and she felt herself moisten.







He reached out, grabbed the ties to her robe, and began to pull her towards him. “Ahhh Lucius, I was planning on taking a bath.”







“I think another lesson is in order, Poppet, don’t you?” He whispered as he plucked open the robe and ran his hands over her sweetly curved body. His hands moved over her hips then cupped her bottom pulling her close against him. He pressed his hard ache against her softness, leaned down, and whispered, “Shall I show you what I do to naughty little girls that find their way into my closet?”







She looked up at him, Goddess the man knew how to hit all of her buttons, pinning him with a pointed look she asked, “exactly how many girls have you had in here Lucius?” Jealousy heating her voice.







“You’d be the first.” He leaned down and ran his tongue along her lips.







She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and bit gently. “Well in that case, show me what you got, Big Bad.” She reached out and pressed her palm against his very hard, thick cock and squeezed...









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A/N: Thank you for reviewing! I’m sorry I have no smut in this chapter, I also wanted to segue into what would be happening with Severus Snape. I do have someone in mind to match him up with and I’ll tell your right up front I’m not going to make it easy for him or her (and it’s not Hermione, she’s Lucius’). If you have some very decided opinions please let me know, I’d love to hear them!






Lady Serpentina: I’m so glad you enjoy my story. Thank you so much for your lovely review






Voracious Reader: Severus is about to be caught shortly and boy is he going to have his hands full!





LiteraryBeauty: Went and got Jane Eyre from the library, now I just need to make time to read it! Can you imagine Lucius in the shower, I don’t think I’d ever get around to cleaning anything, Well maybe I would but it wouldn't be with soap....ahemmm.






Scary Bear Hair: I so appreciate you reading my story. You are a doll! I can’t tell you how pleased I am that you are enjoying the story.






Celesumi: Who wouldn’t?!!!! I think I would purposely set up situations so I’d have him running after me. Okay, you have me drooling now…..






Heidi191976: Thank you for your review!






Clare1984: Malfoy men are bad boys, it makes them edgy, sexy, and FUN.






Margaritama: He is a spanko, that’s his super kink but fortunately for him so is Hermione!






LaBibliographe: She was behaving poorly but she thought all she was to him was a little slap and tickle. Ginny called it, Hermione for all her brains can be DUMB. I truly find it an honor that you like my smut, considering your stories make my imagination run amuck and make me drool like an idiot!






Megan: Here’s another chapter for you, hope you enjoy it!






Crysta656: I’m so glad you enjoy the story.






OUFAN: So have I turned you into a Lucius/Hermione fan ;) ? I find the Jason Isaacs’ Lucius Malfoy soooo hot, if he were mine, I’d keep him in that long white hair with very little clothing. But I digress, keep reading, little platinum haired babies be a’coming.






Qui: Thank you! Slobbers and slavers are what I’m trying to achieve, don’t you just LOVE AFF, a lot of the stories on this site are amazing!!!!






Scary Bear Hair: Thank you, thank you for your lovely reviews Honey! If you liked Consummation, I'm curious to your reaction in regards to Bound but Good, my particular favorite was Lady in Red but it quickly was replaced by What the Bards Sing of. Is it weird to have a favorite chapter in your very own story?