Love Thy Enemy

CHAPTER 28: Dark Corners for Doing Dark Deeds





The whispering began almost immediately when Hermione entered the symphony hall with Harry and Ginny Potter instead of her husband. She knew that they immediately assumed that there was trouble in paradise, and many a witch was praying that the Nordic hunk would once again be on the market. Hermione smiled. It was nothing as dramatic as marital discord. Lucius had had an important business matter to attend to and had told her that she should go with the Potter’s and he would meet her there.





She knew that he didn’t like the idea of her arriving without him. Lucius, for all his arrogance was a gentleman at heart and his inclination towards old world chivalry chafed at the idea of not being the one to escort his wife. However, business was business and unfortunately it wasn’t an affair that could be set aside.





Hermione wasn’t bothered at all, his day long absence made it possible for her to spend the day with Ginny at the spa and shopping. And the girls had had a conversation that Hermione had found very educational and that she hoped Lucius would find interesting as well.





Ginny noticed the smile on Hermione’s lips and knew that it had nothing to do with being out in public.



“You know he is going to go insane when he sees you in that dress?” Ginny whispered.





Hermione had gone shopping in London where she had purchased a gown at an exclusive designer boutique. It was emerald green, cut off the shoulders with a satin mock corset bodice and a floor length skirt of layered organza. She wore silver satin gloves that ended just above the elbow and no jewelry aside from her wedding ring and a pair of diamond earrings that Lucius had given her. Her hair had been piled high on her head with several long curls left loose to brush over her neck and shoulders. She looked sultry and seductive, even Harry had a hard time looking away.





“I hope so, Ginny, or my plans for the evening will be a bust.” Hermione fidgeted nervously with her wedding rings and looked around the room.





“I think the only thing you are going to need to worry about is his reaction to other men. You seem to be drawing a lot of attention Hermione.” Ginny said. Hermione looked around and noticed that the men were indeed looking, and they seemed to like what they were seeing. She had never much cared about her looks, she wanted to be respected and desired for her mind, but it was a heady thing when men found you attractive. She wasn’t prepared for the attention of others; she only sought to entice the blonde giant to whom she belonged.











Lucius had just missed her when he finally returned home. He hated dealing with Neville Longbottom, things always took longer than they needed to, but his herbal supplement company was in its initial stages and it required diligent nurturing to reach the potential that Lucius could foresee. He had showered and dressed quickly, hurrying to the music hall, not wanting stories to be bandied about that he and Hermione were on the outs.





He stood in the lobby and scanned the crowd for his wife. He used his cane to shove through the assemblage of witches and wizards, the scowl on his face a clear indication that he was not interesting in talking or being approached by anyone at that moment. Had she changed her mind?





That thought had no sooner crossed his mind when he saw her ginger haired friend. There beside her, surrounded by a cluster of young men was Hermione. Lucius stopped suddenly, not quite sure at first if it was her or not, until she laughed at something one of the idiotic little sods had said. There was no mistaking the sound of her laughter.





He began to push himself more forcefully through the throng of people crowding the lobby. That dress she was wearing was stunning, and he knew that it had to be new. But it wasn’t just the dress, it was the way it clung to her, nipping in her already narrow waist and accenting the sweet curve of her hips. Her round, pillowy breasts were pressed together and plumped slightly over the top of the corseted bodice.



The closer he got to her, the more he noticed the little details. The silver gloves, the earrings, the way her hairstyle revealed the line of her throat. And unfortunately it also allowed him to notice the faces of besotted admirers. He shoved them aside, letting the teeth of the serpents head bite into more than one of the poachers before he finally reached her side.





“Lucius! I’m so glad you are here.” She smiled, sliding her hands around his arm. “I expected you to be later.”



“I’m certain your fan club hoped I would not arrive at all.” He said, turning his icy glare onto the gaggle of men now retreating in fear.





“Don’t be silly, they were just being kind.” She saw Ginny smirk and slip away to join Harry. The Potter’s were there by invitation of the minister and would be joining Kingsley in his box.





“No, it wasn’t kindness; they wanted you, all of them.” He whispered low, his eyes darkening slightly as he looked over her. “You wear my house colors, should I be flattered?”





“Do you like it?” She asked, smiling seductively up at him. Lucius was a bit dumbfounded, brazen was not a word he would ever use to describe her, bit it was the first word that came to mind when he saw the look in her eyes.





“If we were alone, I would show you just how much. Did you dress for me?” He asked, reaching out to finger a soft curl resting one her shoulder.





“Perhaps. Where are we sitting?” She asked. Someone bumped her from behind and she was thrust into Lucius.





“We have our own box.” He smiled down at her, looking into the deep furrow of her cleavage. “Come along, it is too crowded and I have no wish to witness these idiots slobbering all over you.”





“Does it bother you Lucius?” She asked, smiling at one of her admirers who ended up tripping over his own feet trying to look at her as he climbed the stairs.





“It doesn’t bother me that men find you beautiful.” He brushed is hand along the side of her neck.





“I suppose you got used to that with Narcissa.” Hermione said thoughtfully, wondering if she had made an error in judgment trying so hard to entice him.





“Everyone found Narcissa beautiful, there was no denying that.” Lucius wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and looked down into her eyes. “But for all her beauty she was cold and proper. She lacked your spirit, your fire.”





Hermione felt her heart melt just a little at that compliment. For Lucius to say something like that to her was a major moment in their relationship.





“But, while I have no problem with them finding you lovely, how could they not. I do have a problem with them trying to catch your eye. I’m very rich and very spoiled; I don’t like to share my things.” He whispered low near her ear.





“Then by all means, show me to our box.” She said, sliding her hand inside the lapel of his evening robes to rest against the center of his chest. Had they not been standing in a crowded lobby, Lucius would have kissed her in that instant. Her bold flirtation was not like the overt, crass behavior of women he had known. It was innocent, and unsure. The combination of her personalities was more intoxicating than fire-whiskey.





Lucius led her up a curving flight of stairs to the very top floor and she saw a door bearing their name.



“Lucius, do you have a private box at every venue?” She asked as he opened the door.





“Yes, even at the arena, I prefer to watch Quidditch without the crowd spilling their beverages on my clothing.” It was much like their box at the Opera house, only slightly smaller. It had a velvet settee and two small tables. An ice bucket in a gilt stand stood ready for them, a bottle of expensive champagne was already chilled and waiting for them.





“Are we very visible here?” She asked.





“Not so much, when the lights go down we are almost completely in the dark.” Lucius smirked slightly. “Why do you ask, love?”





Hermione took a deep breath to garner her courage and turned to face him. She laid her hand in the middle of his chest and shoved him back until he hit the wall, his expression clearly showing his surprise.





“I missed you today, Lucius.” She said, walking her fingers over the silver studs in his shirt before sliding her satin gloved hand around the side of his neck. “I don’t like it.”





“You don’t like missing me?” He was watching her closely, trying to decipher just what she was playing at. She reached up and tugged the ribbon tying his hair back.





‘No, I don’t want to like you enough to miss you. And I prefer your hair down.” She said handing the shocked wizard his hair ribbon. She cupped the back of his neck and pulled his head down to meet her lips. She kissed him slowly, her wet lips sliding over his as her tongue danced its way into his stunned, but receptive mouth. He started to put his arms around her but she stopped him when she sank her sharp little teeth into his bottom lip. “No, put your hands in your pockets, Lucius.” He stared at her for a moment, his tongue sliding over his wounded lip. The bossy little witch was arousing him more than any woman he had ever been with, and he wondered where it was coming from.





“You didn’t drink anything Potter’s wife gave you, did you?” He asked, sucking in a sharp breath when her mouth began traversing the tight tendons along the side of his neck. She nibbled lightly above his collar and under his ear. His hands were fisting inside his pockets as he let her play.





“No, I’ve just been thinking about you all day. I even went shopping and to the spa.” She sucked his earlobe gently and he groaned. “Do you like my dress?”





“Yes, you look stunning in Slytherin colors.” Hermione smiled, she was having fun and the more of a response she got from him the more eager and bold she became.





“I’m not wearing anything under it you know. And I mean nothing. I did a little experiment today at the salon with some wax; you will have to let me know how you like the results later.” She blew in his ear and he swore softly. The warning chime sounded and the lights began to lower. “Well, I guess its show time.” Hermione backed up slowly, her tongue running lightly over her bottom lip.





Lucius wanted nothing more than to slam her into the nearest wall and toss her skirts over her head. She knew it and was reveling in the power of a woman learning to wield her body and use her sexuality to her advantage.





She settled herself on the settee and waited for Lucius to join her as they whining strains of the orchestra warming up sounded from behind a velvet curtain. Lucius sat next to her and to his amazement she slid over, ignoring the space between them that was considered proper, and pressed her body tight to his side. He had to drape his arm over the back of the settee for comfort.





Hermione knew she was committing a social faux pas, in high society; one does not snuggle with their spouse in public. But she really didn’t care if a bunch of stuffy aristocrats were offended; besides, it would be difficult for anyone to see them anyhow with the lights down.





“Are you cold, love?” He asked. She was prone to curling into him to absorb his body heat.





“No, I just want to be close to you, do you mind?” She asked, laying her hand on his thigh.





“Not at all.” He said, distracted by her little fingertips stroking up and down the crease in his trousers. He tugged his robes around to cover his lap and her roving hand. “What are you up to you naughty little witch?” He whispered as the orchestra began to play.





“Just listen to the music, Lucius.” She smiled, continuing to caress his leg.





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“Tell me Potter, how is your young friend getting along with Malfoy?” Kingsley asked, he could vaguely make them out across the theater and it looked as though they were cuddling in their box.





“From what I can see they are getting on well, they argue a lot, but I think they enjoy it. Ginny talks to her more than I do these days.” Harry said.





“What do you think Mrs. Potter?” Kingsley asked. Ginny smiled.





“I will not gossip about my friend, Minister. But I will say that neither Hermione, nor Lucius is unhappy.” Ginny smiled, and reached for Kingsley’s theater glasses when he picked them up to observe the Malfoy’s box. “I wouldn’t recommend you do that sir. Better turn your attention to the music.” Kingsley’s eyes widened and he let the pretty redhead take the glasses from his hands.





“So that’s the way of it then.” He smiled, turning his attention back to the stage.





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“Hermione, love, this is not the right time…..gods woman.” Lucius jumped when she cupped his erection through his trousers.





“Stop fussing, Lucius.” She said, lowering his zipper and sliding her hand inside.





“As much as I love having your hands on me, I don’t think the symphony…..oh bloody hell that feels good.” He groaned when her satin clad hand surrounded his heated length. The cool, silky material stroking over his cock was incredibly erotic and it made him wonder how long she had planned on handling him thusly. Were the gloves chosen just for this purpose?





The entire circumstance was surreal. Ensconced in the darkened private balcony, the music of the orchestra playing, thousands of people including the top politician of their world were in attendance. Yet Lucius sat there while his wife stroked his cock steadily in her satin lined fist. His hands tightened on the back of her neck as he felt his balls draw tight into his body and the twinge of impending orgasm begin. He fumbled beneath his robes for his pocket so he could retrieve his handkerchief, but her other hand slid between his legs and tugged on his sac through his trousers.



He would have cum all over his trousers and her hand in that moment had she not bent over his lap and closed her lips around him, sucking hard as he came inside her mouth. He was thankful for the darkness so no one could see, but in the moment that her lips wrapped around him he could have cared less if they were in the middle of the stage.





The hand gripping the back of her neck pulled her roughly back up and he pressed his mouth hard into hers. His tongue plundered, took and demanded that she give as his fingers dug into the back of her neck.





“We could have been seen you know?” He whispered against her lips.





“So. You didn’t enjoy it?” She asked, smiling coyly, as she refastened his trousers.





“You know I did. What made you decide you wanted to play, in public no less?” He asked against her ear.





“And what makes you think I’m done playing, Lucius?” She asked. “What if I told you that as soon as the show is over, I intend for us to go home and play some more?”







“I would wonder why in the hell you have to say something like that and then force me to sit through this damned concert.” He growled, kissing her again before turning to face the stage. Between his intense orgasm and the blasted music it was all he could do to remain awake.