Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 29 ~ Late Supper and an Unexpected Visit


Lucius Malfoy sat in his study, staring morosely into the crackling fire, a glass of firewhiskey in his hand. He was slightly depressed. Narcissa was away for the weekend, at some mountain retreat with several other socialites, most likely sipping champagne and chatting about whatever it was rich, pampered witches talked about. Draco was out too, probably getting his wand polished by one of his many paramours. The senior Malfoy was unable to get in contact with any of his twisted playthings, and so was alone for the night.

He was brooding. Severus proved today just how serious he was about the mudblood witch, and Lucius knew he would never fuck Hermione again. If he attempted it, he had no doubt Severus would call him out…and the pureblood didn’t think any pussy was worth dueling over, unless it belonged to his wife. He took another sip of his drink and sighed.

Suddenly the door opened and a house elf walked in nervously, its clawed hands pulled tight against its chest, and eyes lowered to the floor.

“You has a visitor, my Lord,” the elf squeaked.

Lucius looked at the time. It was rather late for visitors. It couldn’t be one of his witches. They had strict instructions never to come to his manor uninvited. If it were one of them however, he would accept her, take her to his playroom and punish her soundly for her audacity before fucking her. He liked them whimpering when he took them.

“Witch?” he asked the elf, who shook its head.

“No Master. A wizard,” the elf replied, shaking.

Lucius sighed. Shit.

“Bring him in,” Lucius said, waving his hand at the elf.

The elf bowed low and went to retrieve his guest. After several minutes the elf returned.

“Your guest, sir,” the elf said.

Lucius rose and turned. His brows lifted in surprise as he looked into the face of Harry Potter. A slightly weaving Harry Potter. Hm. Maybe the night wouldn’t be a total loss after all.

The house elf bowed and hurried out the door, closing it behind him. Lucius stared at Harry. He couldn’t believe the young hero was here.

“Mr. Potter. What brings you to my manor?” Lucius purred, approaching the drunken wizard and shaking his hand, holding it a bit longer than necessary before releasing it.

Harry looked at Lucius, his green eyes focused on the wizard’s lips.

“You…you told me I knew where you lived…” he said, his voice slightly slurred.

Lucius smiled at him.

“I most certainly did,” he replied. “Welcome to my home.”

Harry stood there silently, rocking back and forth slightly.

“I see you needed a bit of liquid courage,” Lucius observed. He’d be sure to give the young wizard some sober-up potion. He wanted Harry lucid, and to be able to remember the night.

“A little,” Harry agreed, “Otherwise…otherwise I wouldn’t have come,” he replied.

“I see,” Lucius said, his eyes drifting over the wizard.

Harry’s black hair was still unruly, but he was a handsome young wizard. His face had become more angular and masculine, and his frame was lean and strong beneath his robes. He had the most amazing green eyes behind his glasses. He would have to remove those.

“Come, Harry…you don’t mind me addressing you by your given name, do you?” Lucius asked him in a low voice.

“No…I like it,” the wizard said.

Lucius smirked, wondering what else the wizard would like.

“Well come with me, Harry. I want to give you a tour of the manor. I think you will find the dungeons very interesting,” the wizard said, walking through another door of the study, pausing to pick up his cane, which was resting by the door.

Harry hesitated a moment, looking back at the door he had entered with the house elf as if thinking about bolting, then turned back towards Lucius, who smiled handsomely and beckoned him before leaving the study.

Harry hesitated once more, then followed him.

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Severus stared down at the witch, his jaw dropping as he took in the form fitting dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, her full red lips, her makeup and her slicked back hair. She seemed to have straightened it. His black eyes dropped to her shoes, and he let out a long breath as he saw the tiny ankle bracelet and bells. His eyes drifted back up her body.

“Turn around,” he said to her, “Slowly.”

Her heart pounding, Hermione turned. Severus’ eyes rested on her ass. He could clearly see the split between her rounded buttocks.

“Are you wearing knickers?” he asked her hoarsely as she turned back to face him.

“No, I’m wearing a thong,” she replied.

Severus pointed to the open study wall.

“Go,” he managed to get out as the blood rushed from his head to fill the other one, making him feel slightly dizzy.

Hermione smirked at the wizard and walked through the study door, Severus following closely, his dark eyes resting on her deliciously shifting buttocks.

“Circe,” he breathed as the witch entered the study.

A table was present, covered in a Slytherin green tablecloth, with their food present and ready to be served. A candelabra lent a soft glow, and a bottle of wine sat chilling in a container of never-melting ice. Hermione approached the table and saw a small honey-baked ham, several slices already carved and waiting for consumption, some sweet yams and asparagus. A loaf of crusty bread rested in a small wicker basket on a green and white checkered cloth and a large slice of chocolate-strawberry cheese cake sat beside a plate as well as a tall glass of magically chilled milk. There was a small gravy boat filled with hollandaise sauce as well.

“Oh, this looks delicious Severus,” Hermione said as the wizard hurried over and pulled out her chair for her, sliding her closer to the table when she sat down.

“Food is not the only thing delicious in this room,” the wizard purred, taking his seat opposite her, his dark eyes smoldering as he drank her in.

She was wearing a thong? Dear gods.

Hermione began serving herself, the wizard watching her. She paused.

“Aren’t you going to eat, Severus?” she asked him.

The wizard started.

“Yes…yes I am,” he said quickly, filling his plate.

The couple ate in silence, Hermione very self-conscious because Severus didn’t take his eyes off her through the entire meal. He was looking at her as if she were something to be devoured. The witch felt self-conscious, but she was also feeling very randy under the wizard’s steady gaze. She decided to tantalize him a bit.

“So what do you think of my outfit? Trollop enough for you?” she asked him, her amber eyes fluttering at him.

The Potions Master swallowed the food in his mouth and took a sip of wine before he answered.

“You look amazing. I’ve been ‘at attention’ every since you walked through the door, witch. You do ‘trollop’ quite well,” said…then he arched an eyebrow. “Are you really wearing a thong?”

Feeling very naughty, Hermione stood up, turned around and hiked up her dress, looking over her shoulder at the wizard as she did so. Severus seemed to stiffen completely, a low growl sounding from the back of his throat as his eyes fell on her full, creamy buttocks and the tiny string rising from the cleft and encircling her waist.

“My gods,” he said, his voice raw with desire.

Hermione lowered her dress, demurely turned and sat back down, the Potions Master still stiff. The witch looked at him.

“Severus, are you all right?” she asked him, her brow furrowed.

“I believe I have a full body erection,” the wizard replied.

Hermione laughed. She couldn’t help it. Presently, Severus was able to move again and finished eating his meal, his eyes still on Hermione.

Hermione pushed her plate away and drew in the cheesecake and milk. She cut a piece with her fork, inserted it between her lips and chewed blissfully, her tongue running over her red, red lips. Severus made another noise as he watched the pink tip slide over her moist full mouth.

“Blowjob,” he breathed.

“What?” Hermione said, looking at him over her dessert, “Did you say something, Severus?”

The witch hadn’t really heard him.

“No,” he lied, unable to believe he said his thought out loud.

Hermione looked down at his plate.

“You don’t have any dessert,” she said to him.

The wizard quirked an eyebrow at her.

“I assure you, Hermione…I do have dessert,” he purred, his eyes glittering at her.

Hermione blushed profusely, and a gush of lubrication rolled out of her. She wriggled a bit. It didn’t take much to soak a thong.

Severus noted her reaction, then a thought occurred to him.

“I need to brew more purple potion,” he said, “I have a feeling we will be utilizing it quite a bit.”

Hermione looked a bit alarmed. Severus was out of purple potion? If he was, this was going to be a very short night. As much as she wanted the wizard, she wasn’t prepared to go through the aftermath unaided. The Potions Master saw the wild look in the witch’s eyes. He smirked. She knew what he was going to do to her.

“Don’t worry, I have an adequate supply still, witch,” he purred at her.

Hermione slumped with relief.

Severus stared at her…she was almost finished with her cheesecake.

“How does it feel to be dressed that way?” he asked her.

Hermione blushed a little.

“Kind of sexy. I know I look like a slut, but…I never wore anything like this before. I couldn’t do it in public,” she said, feeling a bit wicked.

Severus glowered at her.

“I would never allow you to wear something like that in public. Do you have any idea how many wizards I would have to hex? Probably hundreds,” he declared.

Hermione might have bristled at the “never allow” statement, but his comment about the hundreds of wizards he’d have to fight mellowed the statement immensely, so she let it go. The wizard was so possessive. She liked that. It made her feel…well…safe.

“But you can dress like this for me anytime you like,” he added, licking his lips. “You look so…so…”

The wizard faltered…he didn’t know how to describe the way the witch looked.

“Tawdry? Raunchy? Easy? Cheap?” she said helpfully, her eyes full of humor.

“Yes. As if you are begging to be fucked good and hard,” the wizard said hotly. “That dress fits you like another skin, and good gods, those shoes. Those shoes aren’t coming off. I’m going to make those little bells around your ankle ring out, witch…you can believe that.”

Suddenly Hermione gave an audible gasp, startling the wizard as she grabbed on to the edge of the table with both hands, her knuckles going white.

“Hermione?” Severus said as he stared at the witch, whose face contorted.

“Shit!” Hermione moaned as she orgasmed, her head dropping forward and eyes rolling up as she squirmed in the chair. The wizard made her come, just by talking.

Severus realized what was happening and wasted no time running to the witch’s side. He looked down at her, then suddenly pushed away all the dishes at her end of the table noisily, lifted her quickly from the chair, kicking it out of the way as he did so and sitting her on the table, pushing her back so she rested on her elbows. He dropped to his knees and pulled her downward, sticking his head under her dress and pulling the crotch of her thong aside, diving into the witch with his tongue.

“Oh shit, Severus!” Hermione screeched as she felt his tongue lashing over her core hungrily, then slip inside her.

The witch fell back, her head resting on the honey ham, her elbow tipping over the gravy boat and the candelabra shuddering dangerously as she wriggled and moaned on the tabletop, crying out from the delicious sensation of the wizard sucking on her pussy as her climax thrummed through her, drawing out every bit of her release, making noises of appreciation as he swallowed her sweetness down. Gods, the witch tasted exquisite. Severus never had the chance to eat much pussy due to the quality of the women he found himself with…so Hermione was like a fountain of ambrosia and he drank her down thirstily.

Finally, the witch finished releasing, and Severus ran his tongue over her pussy one last time before rising and pulling her forward, kissing her deeply. Hermione’s elbow was sticky with hollandaise sauce and her hair smelled of honey ham. He didn’t care a whit.

The Potions Master pulled away from her mouth, having shared her essence between them. The witch panted up at him, her lips swollen from his ardor, her mascara running slightly. Her lipstick wasn’t smeared however. It was magic and stayed on under the worst situations.

“I must affect you deeply, witch,” Severus breathed down at her, “For you to orgasm simply from my words.”

Hermione didn’t answer him. He had stated the truth after all. Severus stared down at the witch. No woman had ever responded to him so powerfully. It was more proof that he and Hermione belonged together.

“You affect me too,” he said, straightening and pulling her forward so her core rested against his tented robes. He rolled his fabric covered cock against her, the witch moaning, her head falling back as she worked her own hips against him.

“Yesss,” the wizard breathed, leaning over her and grinding against her even harder, his black eyes focused on her face. Gods she was so beautiful to him. He caressed one of her breasts and Hermione’s back arched, the witch mewling like a kitten.

“So responsive,” Severus breathed, kissing her again and bringing both hands to her breasts, still rubbing his cock between her thighs.

“Fuck me, Severus,” Hermione hissed against his mouth, unable to stand his teasing any longer. “Fuck me now.”

The wizard paused, straightening, looking down at Hermione as she rolled her pelvis invitingly, her eyes hot and wild.

“As you wish, witch,” he said, unbuttoning his robes.

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A/N: Just a little bit about what’s happening with Harry. Don’t worry…there will be no slash scenes. We’ve seen all we are going to as far as Lucius and Harry go. But damn, supper got a bit hot. Head in the honey ham. Lolol. :::snicker::: Please review.