Love Thy Enemy

CHAPTER 25: Saying I’m sorry





Their room was empty when Hermione returned. The elves had already made the bed and tidied up. The scent of Lucius’s shampoo and soap lingered still as she showered and dressed for the day in a simple jersey dress. She didn’t bother with stockings or shoes and she twisted her hair into a messy bun. She had no appointments for the day, the ball was planned, her gown already made. The only thing on her agenda was dealing with Lucius.





When she went to the kitchen for tea, she was told that he hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast and had refused the tray that the elves brought him. From the look on Milly’s little face she was certain that he had not refused quietly or politely. Regardless of the fact that Lucius treated them like something he had stepped in, the elves worried over him. Milly figured that if the mistress liked him, he couldn’t be all bad.





“I’ll take him something.” Hermione filled a cup with black coffee, not figuring Lucius for the sugar and cream sort. She had smelled the whiskey on him when she woke up that morning and figured he wasn’t doing so well. Milly handed her a plate with a toasted bagel and a small crock of blueberry jam and wished her mistress good luck.







Hermione didn’t knock on the study door; it wasn’t as though he ever knocked before entering a room. She pushed it open slowly, expecting to see him slumped over his papers and ledgers. Instead she saw the back of his chair, his silvery hair hanging over the back as he stared out the window.





She closed the door softly and made her way across the room, setting the plate and coffee on his desk.





“I told you that I don’t want anything.” He said in a tight, clipped tone. His eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed as though his head ached.





“I don’t care what you want, you need to eat.” Hermione said softly, leaning against the desk and crossing her ankles. Lucius opened his eyes and slowly turned in his chair to face her, but he wouldn’t look at her.





“You are back.” He said quietly, staring at her bare feet.





“So I am.” She handed him the mug of coffee, then spread some of the jam onto a half of the bagel.





“Where did you sneak off to?” He asked, sipping the coffee.





“I went to see Ginny.” Hermione held the bagel up to his lips. “Eat. Now.” She almost laughed when he took a small bite before taking the roll from her hand and finishing it off rather quickly. “That’s better.” She took his mug and set it back on the desk.





“I was worried.” The way he said it you would think he was confessing to an assassination.





“I’m sorry, next time I’ll leave a note.” He let out a slow breath and leaned forward. He put one hand on her waist and slid her across the desk to stand in front of him and then pressed his forehead into her stomach.



“Do you hate me?” He asked softly. Hermione’s stomach tightened and she laid her hands on the back of his head. She ran her fingers through his hair.





“Some times.” She answered honestly. “Some times I actually like you, I think.”





“I don’t suppose you would believe me if I said I am sorry.” He was rubbing his head against her abdomen, pressing into her touch as she continued to stroke his hair.





“Are you really sorry?” She asked, tugging on his hair gently and forcing him to look up at her.





“Yes. I didn’t want to hurt you.” She could read the sincerity in his eyes. “Not in that moment anyhow.” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly and she wanted to smile back at him.





“I believe you. I’m sorry, I didn’t know his rooms were still…” She rubbed the furrow between his brows with her thumb. “I was surprised. He startled me when he spoke, and then we just started talking and I lost track of time.”





“I never went in there. I ordered the staff to put his painting in there and never to go in again.” He turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand. “I wasn’t expecting to find you there when I went looking for you. I really wasn’t expecting you to be talking with Draco.”





“I understand, Lucius. I’ve lost people too. Friends. My parents.” She laid her hand on the side of his face and pursed her lips for a moment. “You have to move on eventually.”





“I know. He and I had a little chat. I had his painting moved to the main hall this morning” He said. “Hermione why did you go to the Potter’s? I thought maybe you went to the ministry.”





“I wouldn’t turn you in to the ministry for something you did unknowingly, Lucius. I went to see Ginny because she is my friend, and I needed a little girl talk.” Lucius held her wrist gently and pushed the soft, stretchy three quarter sleeves up her arms and looked at the marks on her arm. “They are only bruises, Lucius, they will fade.”





“What about your head?”





“That wasn’t really your fault; I was startled by your grand entrance and fell off the stool.” Lucius continued to stroke the marks on her arm as though his touch could heal, and fade them sooner.





“I don’t abuse women.” He said, toying now with her wedding rings. “I never did. I watched, but I never participated. Not once in the twenty years I was married to Narcissa did I raise a hand to her.”





“I find it hard to believe you are so torn up about this, Lucius. You and I have been battling in one way or another for years.”





“But I never actually hurt you, until last night anyhow.” Hermione thought about his words for a moment. He was right. Even during the war, he had threatened, but he never actually harmed her. Had all those spells cast missed her on purpose?





“Let it go. You didn’t do it on purpose, you were distraught.” She kicked his shin with her bare foot and smiled. “I’ll try not to hold it against you.”





Lucius looked at her in amazement. She really was an odd young woman. He had expected tears, ranting, maybe even a curse, but not her forgiveness.





“You must not have told Potter; else I would have been collected by the aurors by now.” He said, laying his hands on her hips and stroking the soft jut of her hipbones with his thumbs.





“No, it’s none of his business what happens between me and my husband. Besides, he was a little distracted by finding Ginny and I in bed together.” His idle stroking stopped and his eyes rose slowly to meet hers.





“Pardon? Did you just say you were in bed with that Potter chit?” Lucius asked incredulously.





“Yeah, we were chatting under the covers. Girls do that you know, kind of like a little boy making a fort with his covers. It wasn’t anything remotely sexual.” She smiled.





“So Potter was shocked was he?” Lucius asked, leaning forward again and rubbing his nose over her soft tummy.





“Actually, he climbed into bed not realizing I was there looking for a cuddle. If he were an older man he would have likely had a coronary when he realized there were three of us.” Lucius smiled and shook his head. “Ginny tried to convince him that she wanted to surprise him with a threesome, but he wasn’t buying it so she told him we were in love and he locked himself in the bathroom.”





“You have an oddly close relationship with your friends.” He said.





“They are my family.”





“I’m your family now.” He pulled her forward onto his lap. “Please don’t leave again without telling me.”





“I won’t.” She lowered her head and kissed him. When she made to pull back, he cupped the back of her neck, careful not to touch her head, and held her in place as he kissed her. His lips open, his tongue demanding entrance between hers. She couldn’t deny him; she had figured out early that the man’s kisses were like a drug. With Lucius it was never just a kiss, it was always an experience. He seemed to have a natural, inborn sensuality that called forth a response from her with little effort on his part. “Not in here, please, take me upstairs.” She whispered into his mouth.



“Easy enough.” He stood up and apparated them to their bedroom, and Hermione began laughing against his mouth



“You really are lazy.” She said when he set her on her feet.





“Not lazy, just eager.” He said, reaching for the hem of her dress and pulling it up and over her head, tossing it across the room.





“Hey, that’s new and it wasn’t cheap!” Hermione grumped, shoving his robes off of his shoulders and letting them fall to the floor.





“Don’t care; I’ll buy you five new ones in place of it.” He was kissing the side of her neck, his tongue licking along the pulse throbbing there. Her fingers plucked at his buttons as he toed off his shoes and unfastened her bra. “Whoever invented knickers should be killed.” He mumbled against her lips as he tugged at the sides of her underpants, shoving them down until they fell around her ankles and she could kick them aside.



Lucius removed his shirt, popping the buttons on the cuffs in his impatience. Hermione unfastened his trousers and shoved them, along with his own undergarments to the floor. He lifted her into his arms, her legs immediately hooking over his hips. He sat on the edge of the bed, shoving all those stupid little pillows to the floor as he slid back to lean against the head board.





He adjusted her over his thighs and looked his fill. He trailed his fingers over her throat and along her shoulders. He cupped her breasts, weighing them, kneading them. His thumbs worried the nipples and he watched them pucker beneath his touch.





“You have the softest skin.” He said quietly, watching the path his fingers were taking over her stomach and around her navel before slipping between the plump folds of her sex.





Hermione exhaled sharply at his touch. She was busy stroking her fingers lightly, almost tickling, over the taut, defined muscles of his torso. His broad shoulders and strong arms were amazing. His chest was smooth beneath her palms as she explored his pectorals, her fingernails brushing over the flat nipple, making him hiss softly. Fascinated by his response she lowered her head and licked softly at the responsive flesh. She felt it harden beneath her tongue so she closed her lips around him and sucked lightly.



“Clever little witch.” He muttered, his hands resting on the side of her face. He encouraged her exploration, enjoyed the feel of her innocent, inexperienced touch. Hermione sat back and traced around the firmed nub, curiosity and desire shining in her eyes.





“You haven’t given me much of a chance to touch you, while you have had your hands on every inch of me.” She said softly, tracing her fingers over the rippled lines of his abdomen. “You really are gorgeous.”





Lucius’s brows lifted in surprised amusement. It wasn’t like her to offer such compliments.





“I’m happy to please your aesthetic sensibilities.” His stomach tightened when her fingertips traced the line where hip met thigh. She slid back on his thighs slightly so she could get a better look at the erection pressing so insistently against her bottom. She stared at him for several long moments before reaching out to take him in her hand.





“I can barely fit my fingers around you.” She said in awe as she slid her hand slowly along his length. “I can’t believe you’ve had that inside me.” She stroked her thumb around the head, glancing up on periodically to gauge his reactions to her touch.





“Take your time. I’m completely at my leisure.” He winked at her.





“Isn’t it uncomfortable?” She asked, skimming her fingers gently over the silky, hot skin.





“Depends on the situation, right now it’s more like sweet torture.” He said quietly, watching her as she explored. She licked her lips slowly, then leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on his tip. His hands slid to her shoulders and tightened slightly as he moaned. She opened her mouth and let her tongue swirl around the flared tip, then used the flat of her tongue to lap up the cloudy beads of fluid beginning to gather there. He tasted a little salty and a little sweet as well.





“You are trying to kill me aren’t you?” He groaned, thankful that her hair was pulled back so he could watch her mouth move over him.







“I want to please you the way you did for me.” She reached down and gently cupped his sac, massaging his testicles gently as she continued to stroke his length with her tight fist.





“Then take me in your mouth.” He cupped the side of her face and urged her to lower her head once more, his thumb pressing into her chin to encourage her to open wider. “Watch your teeth.” His eyes rolled back when the hot, wet clasp of her mouth surrounded the tip of his cock and slowly slid lower. It occurred to him that his innocent wife was his to train. He could teach her all the things that would bring them both maximum pleasure and he would have the satisfaction of knowing that no other man would benefit from his tutelage. “Use your tongue.” He groaned when she pressed her tongue up against the ultra sensitive underside just below the glans. She caught on quickly, applying suction as she slowly slid her lips up and down his turgid length. “That is fucking fantastic.” He growled, caressing the sides of her face, his fingers stroking over her lips where they were wrapped around him. “Enough!”





Lucius nudged her away from him and withdrew from her mouth. She sat back, frowning at him in disappointment.





“Why did you do that?” She asked, running her tongue over her lips.





“You learn fast, and you learn well, a little too well. I want to come inside you.” He said low, sliding down so his head rested on the pillow. “Crawl up here.” Lucius grabbed her by the hips and tugged her forward. She assumed he would enter her then, but he kept tugging until her thighs were straddling his shoulders.





“Lucius, what are you doing?” She whimpered, grabbing the top of the headboard and holding on tight when he pulled her hips down and slid his tongue inside her. “Oh my gods!” She cried. He held her tightly by her waist as his lips and tongue tormented her saturated flesh. She couldn’t help but rock against his mouth as he pushed her higher and higher until she thought she would expire from the sheer bliss of his mouth pleasuring her.





Just before she would have capitulated he backed off, sliding her back down over his chest and entering her sodden flesh quick and hard.



“Ride me.” He held her by the waist, pushing and pulling, guiding her in slow undulations over him as he thrust up into her from below. Her hands still gripped the headboard as and she used it for leverage. Her breasts were directly above him and he raised his head to suck hard on her pointed nipples, eagerly worshipping both of them in turn. Her movements were becoming faster, more erratic and her moans were escalating into soft screams. He thrust harder into her, his hands biting into her ass. He raked his teeth lightly over the sensitive tip of her breast and her inner walls tightened around him as she came hard. Her sharp, keening wail of release echoed in the room.





Lucius sat up, wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight as he shifted to his knees and pushed her onto her back. He placed his palms on the insides of her thighs and pushed them wide, letting her knees fall open and onto the mattress. Her eyes widened when he rose up, looking like some sort of conquering warrior as he thrust into her, rotating his hips with every push forward.





“Oh my, Lucius!” Hermione reached for his forearms braced just beside her ribcage, her little nails biting into his flesh as she watched the intense expression on his face as he took her. She was shocked to feel another orgasm start to build as she met his intense, steely gaze.



“One more time, come for me again.” He said, thrusting harder, deeper than she thought he could have possibly gone. His words, spoken in that low, gravelly tone were enough to have her buckling beneath him, her shoulders lifting from the bed as she clutched at his biceps and tightened around him so fiercely he thought she might cut off his circulation.



“Ahhh….Yes!” He slammed into her one last time and shook with the force of his release as he filled her with jet after jet of his hot seed.





He fell to his forearms, keeping his weight off of her. She stroked his sweaty back and shoulders as she panted and whimpered softly beneath him. He leaned forward and kissed the bruises on her arms before pulling out slowly and shifting over to her side, resting his head on her stomach while she twirled a lock of his hair around her fingers.





“Lucius?” She called his name softly.





“Hmm.” Came his reply, muffled against her skin.





“You forgot again didn’t you?” She asked, but with no recrimination in her tone. She was too tired to be angry at him in that moment.





“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.





“If we keep this up you are going to be a father again before you know it.” Lucius wasn’t as adverse to that thought as she might think. He actually smiled slightly and rubbed his cheek against her stomach.







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Angelbaby – I live for my “Girlfriend” moments, they make me forget that I have 3 kids, a house and a million other things to attend to in my life. It makes you remember those younger days : )





Citten – I didn’t get to bed till after 2 LOL I have to sleep sometime, and clean, and do the mountains of laundry and all the other OH so fun chores that come with motherhood LOL……but I hope that little bit of nookie was enough for you to forgive me. : )