Not All that Glitters is Gold

The room was abnormally hot and not because of the flickering orange flames in the hearth. In fact, it was scorching. Hermione’s back arched slightly as a small moan escaped her lips. Blond tips of hair tickled her breasts; rippling back and forth. Lucius grunted softly, his hand resting lightly next to Hermione’s shoulders. Grasping onto the sheets under her, he parted his lips to let out a breath when her sex began convulsing around him. The lovely feel of a subtle orgasm gripped his length tightly.

It didn’t stop him from moving; thrusting into her gingerly but with strength. His thighs rippled against her while his cock dived into her heat. Her body was made for him; that was what he realized. She fit him like a bloody glove, no matter how often he took her. Warm, wet, sticky were the three words he’d use to describe her quivering quim. He grunted, shifting only slightly to change the angle.

Her body reacted almost instantaneously as he could feel the shiver run up her spine. He listened to Hermione cry his name softly while her hands traced over his lower back; nails biting into his skin. Lucius leaned back as she shuttered and brought the back of his hand to his forehead, wiping the sweat and sticky hair from his face. His deep gray eyes looked down at the creature below him; her cheeks flushed and lips parted.

It certainly didn’t take long for her to succumb to his wiles. Whether it was out of self preservation or actual emotions was to be determined; although he wanted the latter. Self preservation only got one so far. Lucius’ attention was drawn back to her when she placed her hand on his firm stomach, giving him the tiniest of push back.

She crawled to him like a sexy minx; her auburn locks twisted lightly as they cascaded over her shoulders. He was mesmerized by those whiskey colored eyes as they bore into him. Closing his eyes, Lucius groaned loudly when he felt his hand wrap around his seeping length; stroking him hard several times. He nearly came when he felt her luscious lips surround the tip of his cock, sucking it without hesitation.

Lucius brought his hand to the back of her head, guiding her to the perfect rhythm and had to fight everything in him not to explode at that moment. They had spent the night reclaiming his bed. A little dinner, wine, small talk and that was enough to get him what he wanted; her. He hadn’t thought about his son in the past few days; although there had been rumors that Draco was discovered by Rabastan and Avery only to escape. The boy was a slipper eel when he wanted to be.

“Right there,” he grunted, feeling Hermione’s tongue dance over that certain spot under his straining cock. “Perfect, love.”

He parted his lids and stared down at the woman, watching her head bob, mouth full of his cock. It was a delicious sight to behold, indeed. Lucius brought his hand lower from the top of her head, cupping her face gently. She paused and looked up at him under her hooded lids; liquid whiskey eyes on him. With a pop, Lucius groaned and pulled Hermione to him.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and shifted over his lap effortlessly; as if she were made to be this close to him. He snaked a hand between them, repositioning himself under her and slowly lowered her onto his length. With the last bit, he thrusted. The small thrust shouldn’t have made her body react this way; but it did. Stiffening slightly; Lucius let out a groan as her walls instantly clenched around him.

They moved quickly against one another; both seeking release just as quickly as they could. Lucius rocked his hips upward, slamming her down on top of him. Her body, laden with sweat, pressed against him; breasts against his chest, arms slung over his shoulders, mouth next to his. Her moaned fueled his actions; causing him to thrust higher, harder and if possible…quicker.

“Oh gods,” she cried, “LUCIUS!”

And that ended it for him. He held onto her hips bruisingly hard and growled his release through clenched teeth. Almost automatically, Hermione fell against him with a heaving chest. The sweet smell of honeysuckles wafted into his nostrils as he inhaled her scent. They bodies shifted slightly, him pulling her from him and her body wanting to suck him back in.

He leaned forward, pushing her down with him and brought his elbow out to hold his body above hers. Hermione’s hand traced over his chest lightly, her finger tips felt amazing over the small coarse blond hairs on his pectorals.

“Are you hungry, my sweet?” he asked, brushing her hair from her sweaty face with one hand.

“Yes,” she simply replied, “Yes, I am…”

He smirked. She spoke to him willingly now; and without loathing or hatred. He reveled in it. Lucius bent down and brought his lips to hers, groaning only softly when she arched up to meet his kiss. He could never tire of kissing the witch; mudblood or not.

“Stay here,” he whispered against her lips, pulling himself from her warm embrace.

“Not like I could leave, anyway,” he heard her grumble, but only found himself grinning.

“It’s the sentiment that counts, love,” he replied, pulling on a dark embroidered robe. “I will be back with something I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”

He paused when a small flickering smile ran across her lips but quickly disappeared. It was obvious that she was still unaware that he was watching her every move. She was fighting those feelings; and he wanted to break her. It would only be a matter of time. Lucius finished tying his sash and pulled the door open, running his fingers through his hair.





As soon as the door closed, Hermione sat up with a jolt. Her eyes darted around the room for a split second. What. An. Idiot. She thought as she moved from the bed; feeling sore and oddly satisfied. She had to tell herself that every arousing feeling she endured was only because it was natural. She held no emotional connection to this union; not like Lucius.

He was like a gods damn book, especially when he was trying not to be. It was sad how much a small wavering smile could get him in a twist. Every movement, moan, whisper, word were calculated. She wasn’t Britain’s most brilliant witch for nothing.

Hermione grasped onto her robe and pulled it over her frame, tying the sash a little haphazardly. She moved toward his desk and glanced over the missives pilled high. It wasn’t hard to get him to leave his desk in favor of spending time with her. She had simply sat on the edge of the bed, playing with the sash of his robe and flashed her sparkling eyes at him with a tad faking of wonder and boredom.

He moved like a jack rabbit, bounding over to her and pulled her to him. She did have to admit that Lucius had passion, and the body and stamina of a twenty five year old. While he may have thought of it as reclaiming of the bed; which happened every night for the past three days, Hermione waited out her time. She could tell his little habits just by watching him.

Lucius scrunched his face when she clenched her sex. He parted his lips when her breasts grazed over his chest. And, he particularly enjoyed when she would trace her hands over his lower back. Simple yet effective.

Hermione looked through the missives but her eyes landed on one folded piece of parchment. Tilting her head to the side, she reached for it and slowly unfolded the note. Odd. It was some kind of advertisement for another property outside of…well, where ever she was now. Why would Lucius be looking at other properties, especially when the Order was still at large?

Of course, from what she heard in the halls; which wasn’t very much, the Order was rumored to have left Great Britain in favor of refuge in Romania. Hermione knew better. The Order was not stupid and they would have given off little hints. Death Eaters were so ignorant some times it made her laugh.

The door clicked open and Hermione quickly moved; coming to sit in Lucius’ favorite dragon hide chair. Lucius peeked through the door and smiled at her when she brought her legs to her chest. Carrying a tray of what looked like fruit and muffins, Lucius closed the door gently with one hand. He stood at the door and let his eyes linger on her form; she wanted to vomit but held it in.

“I daresay you look ravishing in that,” he teased, a poor attempt to woo her apparently.

Hermione smirked and brought her hands to the folds of her robe, “Do you now?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, crossing over the room.

Hermione rose as he sat and patted his lap; to which she sat. Lucius wrapped an arm around her waist and brought his nose to her hair, inhaling the scent. Note to self; keep honeysuckle shampoo. She leaned over only slightly, stiffening her posture just a tad bit, which caused Lucius to eye her suspiciously.

One could never show complete comfort around a killer, mutilator, bastard; she thought. Lucius would attempt to get her to relax by lightly caressing her sides…and there he went. His fingers traced over her hips as he settled the tray on the arm of the chair. He was such a predictable man.

“I brought your favorite,” he smirked, “Blue berry muffins and strawberries.”

My favorite is actually cinnamon raisin muffins and I really am not fond of strawberries.

“I love blue berry muffins,” she lied, smiling faintly as Lucius held one up for her.

“Freshly made, my pet,” he cooed, watching her as she sniffed it and slowly picked at the blue berries.

“It’s delicious,” she replied, ripping off a piece to eat.

Lucius sat in silence while Hermione ate his eyes unable to leave her. She felt uncomfortable but said nothing. Two muffins and a few strawberries later, Hermione felt full. Her body didn’t take much to become filled; being she didn’t really exert herself. She looked at Lucius with hooded eyes and watched him lean in, bringing his hand to her chin and tilted it lower. Their lips crashed against one another; passionate but oh so vomit inducing.

“I’ve been thinking,” Lucius said as he helped Hermione from him and vanished the tray. “This room is hardly suitable for you…”

Hermione quirked an eyebrow as Lucius’s hands found her sash and began untying it. Urgh. So the twenty-five year old stamina was really started to grate on my nerves. She leaned back into him lightly, feeling his hands trace over the smooth of her stomach and arch upwards to her breasts. Hermione closed her eyes and parted her lips, letting out a small moan that sent ripples through Lucius; she could feel them.

“I am looking at properties to house you at,” he whispered against her neck, “You won’t be able to Apparate out; do magic or anything of that sort…but…you will have more room to stretch your legs…”

And for you to shag me everywhere she mentally grimaced.

His fingers twisted one pert nipple with his other hand snaked between her thighs; testing her body’s readiness for another romp. Her body did not fail her. Pat on the back for you body! Hermione felt her body turn and lean forward; resting her hands on the arms of the chair.

She heard the rustling of her robe being lifted followed by the whoosh of air as he released his own. Before Hermione could take a breath, she felt her body being penetrated. Letting out a long moan, she arched her back as Lucius leaned over her; his cock already sheathed inside her deep.

“Would you like that, my sweet?” he purred into her ear, withdrawing slowly.

“To leave?” she managed a whisper, gritting her teeth when he sharply thrusted.

“Mhm,” he hummed, resting his hands over top of hers as he began an erratic rhythm, “I do believe you’ve been a very good girl…do you know your place?”

Hermione moaned louder, pushing her buttocks out as he slammed into her. She felt his sac slap against her clit, his thighs wobble from when they hit the backs of hers. Gripping onto the arms of the chair, Hermione tilted her head back; resting it on his shoulder.

“Do you?” he breathed; his breath becoming labored as his thrusts grew more rigid.

“Yes,” she moaned, rocking her hips back against him.

“What is it?” Lucius growled, bringing a hand to her stomach to hold her as he pistoned inside her slick cunt.

“Under you,” Hermione whispered, “Beneath you…moaning…crying your name out…”

Her words seemed to drive Lucius more; sending a rippled wave through her as the weeping tip of his cock slammed against that spot inside her. She allowed a cry tear through her throat as her body convulsed and clamped around him. Lucius leaned forward, almost putting all of his weight onto her as he growled a release, his seed spraying her walls.

Both were quiet outside of their labored pants and sweat brows. Lucius freed himself from Hermione and grasped onto her arm; pulling her around. She stared up at him; her legs feeling wobbly and wanting to give way. Lucius looked into her eyes; as if assessing whether she was telling the truth or not. She probably hid it well; as his eyes softened and he leaned down.

His lips pressed against hers, tongue seeking her own. Hermione held back the urge to bite his bloody tongue off and leaned into him. Lucius was easy to figure out, but keeping up with this appearance was going to be hard.

“You’re not only under me,” he breathed, pulling Hermione to the bed, “You can be on top of me as well.”

Gag Hermione thought, feeling the softness of the bed as she was pulled to straddle Lucius, his hands raking over her body to remove the rest of her robe from her. This was going to be a long night.