Just Around the Riverbend

HIATUS OVER

I knows I knows. It's been waaaaaay too long since I updated. I just got caught up in real life and school and homework and life. I'm sorry. And I'm not even gonna pretend to know what the last reviews were about. Most of you just thought Phelan and Daisy interacted funny. Well, I've given you a new chapter, and if I still have a good crowd standing, I'm working on the next chapter already.

Luvs and Kizzez ~DragonFyre

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Lucius looked out the window, watching as his little cousin interacted with the werewolf. He didn’t like the boy. Those eerie yellow eyes just served to piss him off every time he looked into them. Every time he did so, he saw the boy’s great hulking father, ready to rip into anyone who was weak enough to do so.

He felt a presence at his side, and looked down to see Hermione standing next to him, watching Phelan and Daisy as well.

“He’s not his father.” She said. Lucius’ icy blue eyes narrowed at her and she looked up, a very Albus Dumbledore looking twinkle in her eyes.

“I never said he was. He shows the potential to be even more dangerous than his father.” He said, looking back down just as Daisy zapped Phelan in the bottom with a small bolt of magic as he bent over to set down the flowers. Phelan jumped up, and clamped his hands over his bottom.

“Everyone shows potential to be dangerous at some point. Except maybe Luna Lovegood….but that’s a moot point. The real point is that he saved her life. Fenrir would have watched her burn.” Hermione said. Lucius looked at the petit woman beside him, his eyes searching hers. She was right. Fenrir wouldn’t have put himself in harm’s way to save anyone. Phelan could have been hurt in that fire trying to save Daisy.

“How are you so wise for one so….small?” he asked. She laughed.

“Have you never heard? Good things come in small packages!” she said. Lucius smiled despite himself. She had a wonderful, earthy, highly contagious laugh.

“How is Mr. Potter?” he asked suddenly. Hermione’s eyebrows raised a little, but her face darkened slightly.

“Not good. He’s depressed. I want him to speak to a mind healer, but he flat-out refuses. He doesn’t think he needs one.” She said softly.

“The first step to fixing a problem is realizing you have one. Mr. Potter knows something isn’t right, but until he realizes it’s a problem he can’t fix on his own, he will not heal.” Lucius said. Hermione looked at Lucius as if she didn’t recognize him for a moment, before a slow smile spread across her face.

“How very wise, Lucius. I find you sexy when you’re being wise.” She said. Then she blushed, and looked away. Lucius put his hand under her chin, and directed her head back towards him.

“Don’t lie. You find me sexy all the time.” He said cheekily. Hermione frowned.

“Wow…cocky, much?” she asked. He raised a blonde eyebrow.

“Yes. Very cocky.” he said. Hermione’s face turned very red, and she diverted her face again. He reached out and touched her cheek, gently stroking downwards before he caught her chin with his fingers again, tilting her face back towards him. Hermione gasped at the way his eyes had darkened.

“Shouldn’t we be watching the children? They could be killing each other…” she said softly. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

“Like you said; Phelan isn’t his father, and Daisy isn’t the killing type.” He replied quietly. She could smell his spicy cologne, and it made her tingle in very private places. She was vaguely aware that his face coming closer to hers, and her heart began to beat faster, her breath coming in short puffs.

Lucius’ eyes were almost predatory as he drank in the sight of her. She was getting excited by their proximity. Her face was flushed, and her golden eyes had darkened to a burnt amber color. He closed the distance between them suddenly, taking Hermione by surprise as he claimed her mouth. She gasped at the jolt that went through her, and he quickly took that opportunity to attempt to claim her tongue.

But Hermione’s subconscious, though becoming steadily lust-clouded, recognized the attempt for dominance, and she fought back, kissing him back feverishly as her own tongue fought with his.

What a first kiss! His hand moved from her chin to her hair, his fingers easily tangling within the soft curls. He tugged gently, pleased when she groaned brokenly into his mouth. Then he felt an unmistakable sting on his bottom lip, and drew back immediately.

“You bit me, you little hellcat!” he said, but he didn’t sound too terribly upset. In fact, if that bulge in his trousers was any indication, he wanted her to bite him again, and maybe do some biting of his own.

“You pulled my hair.” She said breathlessly. She felt an unmistakable trembling in her lower belly. She was aroused. Greatly.

“Yes….well….” he said, appraising her with his glacial eyes. Hermione shivered.

“Well what?” she asked, shifting under the intense gaze.

“I can see this…whatever this is…has great potential to please both of us…” he said, staring at her like a hungry man might stare at a sandwich. Hermione gulped, but could not ignore the twinge in her…well, never mind that now. “I would like to ask you a question now, so that I may save myself quite a bit of trouble, and you a bit of awkward embarrassment…” he said. Hermione wet her lips, nervously aware of the lusty way Lucius’ eyelids drooped.

“What question?” she asked softly.

“Would you like for me to seduce you, or just bend you over the desk right now?” he asked. There was a small crash at the door of the study, and both heads whipped to see Harry standing in the doorway, his green eyes wide. He had apparently been holding a glass of some kind, because there was a sparkling mess at his feet, mixed with some kind of liquid.

“Voldemort’s g-string! I….I….you…this…” he stammered. Hermione’s face felt like it would catch fire, and Lucius frowned at Harry’s epithet.

“Mr. Potter, if you would kindly not use that name in my house…” he drawled. Harry twitched violently, and then put his hands over his ears.

“Gods! My nightmares are just going to get worse, now! Thanks a lot you horny fucks!” he snapped, and turned around, stomping away from the door like a sulky little boy.

“Such language.” Lucius murmured. He looked back at Hermione, whose face was still red from embarrassment. “That color does not suite you, kitten.”

“I don’t think we should continue here.” She whispered, mortified that Lucius had been caught talking dirty to her. He tilted his head slightly, regarding her.

“You never answered my question. But I can deduce myself what kind of woman you are.” He said, and began to circle her like a bird of prey. “It seems to me that you have not truly been with a man.” He said. Hermione puffed up.

“I was with Ron-”

“Ah, yes, Mr. Weasley. Let me guess: A few unsatisfying gropes constituted foreplay. Then there were a few sloppy thrusts, and he grunted like an ape the whole time.” He said. Hermione’s face flamed up again, but the look on her face let Lucius know his deduction was at least partly correct.

“You do not appear to be someone who is satisfied with cocking her leg and letting her wizard get in a few thrusts, and then demurely going to sleep until his next bout. I would bet the better half of a hinkypunk that you enjoy being touched. You, my little Gryffindor princess, are like the dying embers of a camp fire. There is heat, but it must be stoked to create a flame.” He came up behind her and leaned close to her ear, placing his hands lightly on her shoulder. “And I’m just the wizard with enough patience to stoke your fire.” He whispered. Hermione shivered underneath his touch, and her legs began to tremble.

“Indeed I am a patient man. I want you, Hermione. And I am going to pursue you. And when I get you, I will make sure you enjoy yourself.” He finished, and walked away, his robes slightly fluttering out behind him. Hermione watched him leave, her insides quivering. As soon as he left the room, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

Good gods, that man just oozed sex. He had drenched her knickers just by talking to her. And he wanted her! The gods knew she’d had an unsatisfying sex life so far. And truth be told, she wasn’t up to trying to fend off his attentions. The fact that Lucius was interested in her actually blew a little wind in her sails. This handsome, rich, charismatic man could have any woman he wanted, and he had set his sights on her.

But wait….what if she was just a notch on his bedpost? Was he just using her? If he just wanted casual sex, he could probably have anyone he wanted. Ooh…men were so difficult to read, sometimes!

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Phelan walked back down to the garden house with Daisy chatting amicably beside him. She had asked and been given permission to accompany him down to the house. She was carrying a picnic basket with her, as she had packed a light supper for both her and her werewolf neighbor. She had grown quite fond of his snarky repartee during the time in the garden. He was not a boy to be walked on by a girl. He was strong-willed and so was she, and it made their interactions interesting to say the least.

Phelan tolerated her presence only because she wasn’t a simpering fool. Many of the girls her age were more worried about the most popular color of lip gloss. But not her. She would make a fair Alpha female, were she a werewolf. But she was not, and wouldn’t live long enough to be made one.

Daisy sat at the table with Phelan, and set up their supper. She filled his plate generously while keeping her own portions light, and gave a grin when he took the first bite.

“You like it?” she asked. He had never been one for giving vocal praise, as he had never been taught how to, but he gave a non-committal grunt nonetheless. And for Phelan, that was the equivalent of giving her a thumbs up and a clap on the back.

After their meal Daisy stacked up the dirty plates and put them back into her picnic basket.

“Well, it was nice breaking bread with you, but I have to get back up to the Manor before my cousin thrashes me good.” She said, and went to the door. Phelan followed her, opening the door for he and letting her out. The sun had begun to set already, and evening was falling over the grounds.

“Don’t forget to light up your wand.” Phelan said off-handedly.

“Well silly me! I was going to walk up the yard in the dark! Because that’s the perfect way not to kill myself or get killed!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Phelan gave her a fanged grin, leaning against the doorway as she drew and lit her wand on low power. He watched her trek back up to the large manor house, and found himself watching the gentle sway of her hips as she walked. She certainly had a lovely arse. Wait, what?! He had not just thought that! Oh gods damn it!

He slammed the door in frustration, and stomped to his bedroom. He had not noticed the gaze of a predator from the shadow of the forest near the garden house. The yellow eyes watched the small girl walk up the yard, and watched the young man drink in her appearance. He seemed very interested in her.

Fenrir Greyback growled low in his chest, licking his lips as the wind brought the scent of the young woman down to him. So this was where his son had gotten off to… It was an interesting predicament to be in, to say the very least. But why was he here? Why in the name of the seven hells was he here cavorting with Lucius Malfoy and the little tart he had taken in from America? Didn’t the boy hate her? She’d made a fool of him…he should have already wet his teeth with her blood.

Fenrir didn’t know what his son was playing at, but he intended to find out. And when he found out what was going on, he would do a bit of meddling. And when Fenrir Greyback meddled, people died.

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Oh noes!!! Fenrir is a mean and nasty person. I hopes he don't hurts our little Daisy....or our widdle Phelan puppy face!!

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