Girl Talk

Scenario 3: Public Places











Hermione stood off to the side of the main ballroom and stared out over the sea of people milling about. Harry fidgeted nervously in his dress robes as uncomfortable dressing up as an adult as he had been as a boy. She shook her head and wondered if he would ever outgrow his awkwardness.







“Stop fussing, Harry.” She admonished softly.







“I can’t help it, Mione, I feel like I’m suffocating in this get-up.” He said, tugging on the cravat at his throat. She reached up and loosened the length of silk slightly to make it more comfortable without it looking sloppy. “Thanks.” He said as he took a deep breath. “You look incredible by the way.”







“Thank you.” Hermione blushed slightly and smoothed her hands over the silky, claret colored slip of a dress that hugged her curves. A spell kept her breasts in place without the aid of a bra and she had forgone the knickers because even the thin strips of a thong had shown through the clingy fabric. It wasn’t her usual style. Normally Hermione would have gone for the traditional little black dress but things were changing on many fronts for her since that fateful night a month ago in the restaurant.







She smiled when Ginny and Dean approached, hugging her friend briefly then exchanging a kiss on each cheek with Dean.







“My goodness, look at you!” Ginny exclaimed as her eyes raked over Hermione. “I can’t believe you wasted that dress on an event with Harry!”







“Hey! I’m right here you know.” Harry frowned.







“No offense, Harry, but in that dress she should be on the arm of a man who will appreciate it….especially later when it’s balled up on his bedroom floor.” Ginny teased. “Why don’t you two try bringing actual dates to one of these things instead of always coming together?”







“Ha! You make is sound so easy.” Harry scoffed as he drank from a small tumbler of bourbon.







“You’re famous! You should be crawling in women.” Dean said.







“Sounds like a dream come true doesn’t it? Until they start questioning you about Voldemort or they want to touch my scar or even worse, things go really well and you get her naked only to discover the likeness of said scar tattooed on her arse!” Harry rolled his eyes and took another long drink.







“Are you serious?” Ginny asked on a laughed.







“Sadly I am…and it’s happened more than once.” He said with a tight smile. “I prefer attending with Mione when I have to go to these fundraising events, she knows the stories, she isn’t turned on by the scar and as far as I know she hasn’t tattooed anything relating to me on her arse.”







“And what if she wished to attend with someone else?” Ginny asked, wondering if Harry still harbored feelings for their friend.







“Then I would gladly go alone or better yet, not at all.” He said.







“Can we go find our table? Please?” Hermione asked, wincing as the stiletto heels on her shoes began to make her calves ache. They waded through the throng of people, collectively encircling Harry as they always did to protect him from the admiring public and nosy reporters. Their table was strategically located near a corner exit as they had requested. She often wondered if people committed crimes with the hopes that Harry would be the auror on duty just so they could get close to him.







They easily spotted their place cards and took their seats, Ginny and Harry swapping so that the girls could talk. Ginny pulled her chair close to Hermione so that they could talk quietly and to aid in blocking out the Quidditch talk behind her.







“So…is he still pressing?” Ginny asked.







“I honestly do not understand the wizard, Ginny. He could have his pick of pureblood beauties, any muggleborn or muggle for that matter if he’s so inclined, why is he so hell bent on me?” Hermione took a sip of her wine and instantly stiffened when she saw him heading towards her. The crowd parted for him like Red Sea parting before Moses.







He could be described as nothing less than stunning in his finely tailored dress robes and expertly tied cravat. His hair was tied back with a black ribbon and he had that feral gleam in his eye and predatory smirk that let her know he intended to make her night interesting.





He had asked her to accompany him to the fundraiser, but she had already made plans with Harry and refused. It was strange; she would have figured him for the type to hide their...association. But Lucius didn’t seem to be ashamed of his interest in her; he didn’t seem have any qualms about taking her to dinner or just showing up wherever she happened to be.







When she asked him about it he said he didn’t feel obliged to make excuses for himself or explain his actions to anyone. Of course most everyone assumed they were working since he had insinuated himself into her latest conservation project as the only benefactor. He sent her flowers several times a week and would take her, literally, he would simply show up grab her and disapparate without a word, to dinner or tea.







He had not been happy when she refused to accompany him. The look on his face was possessive and determined, not jealous because he knew of her past with Harry, but something else, something she couldn’t quite identify. She had fully expected him to try and bully her into complying, Lucius wasn’t above coercion and he knew just how make her acquiesce to his wants. She was becoming lost to the man, addicted to the way he could make her body hum with his touch.







Just watching him walk across the room had her trembling, her thighs clenching and her sex dampening. It had been nearly two weeks since he had taken her so roughly in her office, then again that night in his bed, so slow and sweet she thought she would die of the drawn out, exhausting pleasure of it all. It seemed there was no mold a woman could force Lucius in to, when one thought they knew him he would suddenly shift direction and leave them back a square one trying to figure him out.







He stopped at the table and the corner of his mouth lifted just a bit.







“Well, it seems I am joining you tonight.” He said, reaching for the place card bearing his name beside Hermione.







“Mr. Malfoy…where is your date?” Dean asked. Obviously Ginny had not revealed his relationship with Hermione to her boyfriend.







“I am afraid the companion I wished to share the evening with had other plans.” He said. “Good evening, Ms. Weasley.” Lucius said, taking her hand and bowing over it in a rather old fashioned gesture that had the red head flustered. “And Ms. Granger, you look incredible this evening.” He said, his lips actually making contact with the backs of her fingers.







He took his seat and settled himself comfortably beside her, aware of the curious stares from the others at the table.









“Thank you, Lu…Mr. Malfoy.” Hermione said, catching herself quickly at the use of his name. He smirked, noting the odd looks that Potter was sending his direction.







“No thanks necessary, Hermione, it is simple truth.” He said, deliberately using her name, he refused to let her set him at a distance just because her friends were around.







“You are awfully complimentary this evening, Mr. Malfoy.” Harry said suspiciously.







“One should always be so with a lady, Potter.” Lucius drawled, leaning back in his chair and bumping Hermione’s foot with his beneath the table. “Besides, isn’t it true? Doesn’t she look beautiful this evening? Why it’s nearly enough to make a man weep.”







Ginny choked on her wine and snatched her napkin from the table to cover her mouth as she sputtered and coughed. Hermione simply stared at her plate and wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. She should have known Lucius would bait Harry; the animosity between the two was still very strong even after the passing of so many years. She heard Harry clear his throat and knew he would be blushing from head to toe. Of course he would never suspect that Lucius knew of the incident that summer after school, but the words would definitely bring it to mind.







“Hello everyone.” The entire table looked up to see Neville Longbottom joining them, taking the empty seat beside Lucius.







“Hello Neville.” Hermione greeted. Neville looked up at Lucius and nearly squeaked, his face flushing and his ears twitching nervously.







“M-Mr. Mal-Malfoy.” He said hoarsely, his voice breaking. Lucius didn’t say anything; he simply raised one finely arched brow at the young man.







The conversations were rather dull all around, the topics ranging from Quidditch, to crime, to conservation, to herbology, and Lucius was bored. He watched as Neville began to arrange his place setting, making sure everything was an equal distance apart.







“What the bloody hell is he doing?” Lucius leaned in to whisper to Hermione. She looked over to see Neville going through his ritual.







“Neville has O.C.D., obsessive compulsive disorder; he likes everything to be exactly two inches apart.” She said softly.







“How odd.” Lucius said, watching the young man curiously. He smirked slightly and when Neville looked away he tapped his finger on the table and the place setting shifted. When Neville looked back he was confused and began rearranging the setting again. Lucius did this a few more times, sometimes shifting everything sometimes just one or two items.







“Lucius, stop it!” Hermione said, finally having had enough of watching Neville fussing with his service. “That’s just mean.”







Lucius frowned and then sighed, leaving Longbottom alone as he rearranged the dishes and flatware. He sat through dinner and even more boring conversation, being all but ignored by the witch beside him. He sipped his fire-whiskey and watched her from the corner of his eye.







She had left the table briefly with her little friend, excusing themselves to go powder their noses. He couldn’t ever figure out why women had to have a companion to do what they did everyday by themselves, suddenly when they were in public they became incapable of relieving themselves on their own. He stood when the ladies rejoined the table, noting he was the only male at the table who had the proper manners to do so. He made a mental note to observe his son next time they were having dinner to make certain he recalled proper etiquette.









They listened to the droning of several speakers who went on and on and on about the importance of the cause and why their donations were so important and then finally were treated to the announcement that the formal portion of the evening was complete and the dancing would begin. Harry excused himself for a bit, promising Hermione a dance when he returned.





Lucius excused himself as well for a moment while he went to make his donation the charity, giving generously not because he really gave a damn about the cause but because he knew word would get around and it would look good for him in the end. Besides, it wasn’t as though the money would even put a small dent in his vault.







He opted to move along the edges of the room when he made his way back to the table, hiding in the shadows behind the large, black marble columns lining the ballroom. He stopped behind one of large pillars directly behind their table and listened carefully to the two women sitting alone.



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“I wonder where Dean went; I wouldn’t mind slipping into the cloak room for a little fun.” Ginny said, looking around for her boyfriend.







“What…you mean…in public?” Hermione asked.







“Well not in public just somewhere exciting with the danger of being caught.” Ginny said, waggling her brows. “Don’t you ever think about it?”







“Until recently I had no idea sex was even worth my time, I can’t say I have thought much about logistics.” Hermione said, her mind suddenly filled with possible locations for spontaneous, satisfying sex. It was a shame however that she couldn’t seem to put anyone other than Lucius into those imagined trysts. Falling for him was a surefire path to heartbreak.







“Oh things seemed a bit steamy in your office a few weeks ago. Hell if he hadn’t made me leave I would have gladly stayed and watched.” Ginny said, recalling the way Lucius had swept Hermione into that rather demanding, nibbling kiss. She had gone straight to Dean’s flat and proceeded to shag the poor man until he begged her for rest and water.







“Ginny!” Hermione’s eyes widened in shock, and then she bit her lip as her natural curiosity got the better of her. “Have you done that before?”







“Watched?” Ginny smiled, Hermione was growing bolder, Lucius Malfoy was awakening her sexuality and she had a feeling that before he knew it the wizard was going to have his hands full with this one. “Sure, I have six brothers and none of them are very circumspect. I walked in on them more than once over the years.”







“Did they know?”







“First time I walked in on Bill and screamed my head off, I thought he was being attacked, Mum came running, saw them and nearly had a heart attack. Then late one night I couldn’t sleep and was standing at my bedroom window when I saw Charlie and some girl up against the side of the barn, that time I watched, I was curious.” She shrugged her shoulders. “The twins were the worst of them though, kinky bastards.” She muttered. “You should have seen the things they got up to at school!”







“Have you ever…been watched?” She asked. Ginny pursed her lips thoughtfully and leaned in close.







“Promise me you will never breathe a word of what I am about to tell you to anyone.”







“I promise.”









“Every once in a while…Dean and I will invite Seamus over.” Ginny smirked.







“Invite him over for what?” Hermione asked, her eyes narrowing a bit. She couldn’t see or hear Lucius snickering at her naiveté from behind the pillar. So much to teach my little pleasure pet. he thought.







“In school…Dean and Seamus were more than just best mates, Mione. They were lovers until I came along.” She saw her friend’s eyes widen and her mouth form into a shocked little O. “They are both bisexual, they like men and women equally and once in a while, they like me…together.”







“You mean…you uh….the three of you…together?” Hermione’s cheeks were steaming hot. “Doesn’t it bother you? I mean to see them…erm…”







“Fucking?” Ginny supplied. “Not at all. It’s kind of hot actually and Seamus….well, Seamus might be a dipshit but he knows how to lay wand.” Ginny shuddered.







“Dean doesn’t get jealous seeing you with another man?”







“No, he knows I love him and it isn’t like we do this with anyone, it’s only with Seamus and only on occasion. Besides, the truth is they love each other, very much and I could never ask him to give that up completely. I want him to be whole and completely satisfied with his choice to be with me and I am not exactly suffering when I am with the two of them. I can barely walk for days after and have wound up unconscious more than once.” She said.







“Wow…I never….I never dreamed….I’ve never considered taking two men at once.” The expression on Hermione’s face was comical.







“I wouldn’t if I was you, not as long as you are with Lucius, I don’t think he shares well.” Ginny laughed.









“I’m not with Lucius, we’ve had sex a few times, that’s it.” Hermione said, reaching for her wand.







“You don’t sound so certain. I think perhaps you need to look inside yourself a bit, luvvy.” Ginny said softly. She could see the signs, see it in both of them, they cared more than either would admit. “Now…while I don’t think he would let another man anywhere near you, he might let a woman.”







“A woman!” Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “You’ve done that too?”







“Gabrielle Delacour, a few years ago, she was at University and was experimenting, she approached us at Christmas and I figured what the hell, Dean was in to it so why not try it and see.” Ginny said with a slight shrug and a laugh. “It was different, took some getting used to but it wasn’t bad. Women are different, softer, gentler.”







“My gods, Gin! Is there anything you won’t do?” Hermione asked, no judgment in her tone, just awe and curiosity.







“Animals, I draw the line at animals, incest and Neville.” Both of the girls began to laugh. “Seriously though, you are blind if you think that it’s just sex between you, don’t lie to yourself, Mione.” Ginny said. “And if you decide to let someone watch let me know, I’d love to see old Lucius naked.”







“Oh gods, Ginny.” Hermione groaned and covered her face with her hands. The thought of her friend watching her and Lucius go at it embarrassing her.







“I am jealous as hell that you have seen him naked…you should give me a pensive or take photos.” Ginny teased, nudging her friend with her shoulder.









“Ha! Well he is worthy of being photographed.” Hermione said, smiling.







“Tease!” She slapped Hermione’s arm playfully then looked up to see a pair of bright blue eyes sparkling at her in amusement. “Hello, Mr. Malfoy.”







“You can call me Lucius if you like…Ginerva.” He drawled, rather amused by Hermione’s adventurous little mate.







“Ginny.”







“I prefer Ginerva.” He said with a finality that made it clear she shouldn’t argue because it wouldn’t make a difference. “Hermione, would you extend me the honor of a dance?” He asked, holding out his hand.







“Um….I…uh…” Ginny grabbed Hermione’s hand and put it in Lucius’s. He winked at her friend, it was clear that he had an ally in her. He led Hermione through the maze created by the tables and onto the dance floor and pulled her into his arms as the soft strains of slow song began to play. He rested one hand low on her back, his thumb brushing soft circles on her skin bared by the low cut on the back of her dress. His other hand captured hers, closing over her balled fist and holding it against his chest as he moved her slowly to the soothing rhythm of the music.







“You should have come with me.” He said softly.







“I had already told Harry I would come with him, we always go to these things together.” She said, trying not to let the spicy scent that always clung to him affect her.







“That was before.” He said, the hand at her back suddenly pressing her tightly to him, letting her feel his arousal pressing into her belly.







“We…this…this is just a…”







“A what? A fling? An affair?” He chuckled, the vibrations of it rolling down her spine and pooling between her thighs. “Poor, deluded little witch. Do you think that if all I wanted was a quick fuck I would be pursuing you?” He asked. “Look over there; do you see those women watching us? I could walk up to any one of them right now and they would toss their skirts up without a moment’s hesitation.” Hermione saw them, the cluster of young, beautiful women staring at them enviously as Lucius maneuvered her around the dance floor. “But they hold no fascination for me. You however…you are my obsession, Hermione. I think of little else but you, kissing you, touching you, tasting you…fucking you. I long to possess you completely.”







“Lucius, you can’t…you can’t say things like that. You can’t keep doing this to me.” She whimpered, her body already primed, ready and eager from his declaration.







“It’s what you are doing to me, I get in the same room with you and I want you. Do you know how rare that is? I shouldn’t want you period and you shouldn’t want me either given our past yet here we are…I am hard as stone and I know if I lift that dress your pussy is soaked.” He blew gently in her ear. “Is it running down your thigh yet?”







She whimpered and her knees buckled slightly. Lucius smiled and led her deeper into the shadows on the edge of the dance floor. She was clutching at his shoulder and he knew she was his as he pulled her into the darkened outskirts of the ballroom along the narrow walkway behind the pillars where he had observed her with Ginny.







He pushed her back against one of the pillars, knowing their table and her companions were sitting on the other side.





“Where is Hermione?” They heard Harry ask.









“Uh…she went to dance with Lucius…” Ginny said, apparently she realized they were no longer on the floor. “Then he took her to the bar for a drink, they will be back shortly.”







“Lucius?” Hermione was clutching his shoulders trying to hold herself steady as he looked into her eyes. His fingers dipped beneath the narrow straps of the dress and slid one of them off her shoulder to bare one ripe, pretty breast. He bent his head, swiping his tongue over the puckered tip, circling and sucking gently for a moment before lifting his head and pressing his lips to hers in a rough, possessive kiss.





His tongue speared into her mouth, attacking hers, drawing her into his mouth as his hands slid over her hips and down to her thighs where he found the split in the skirt and slid his hand inside. He quickly shoved the fabric aside and out of his way, his hands moving along her bare skin to cup her bottom and lift her.







“Open my trousers, take me into you.” He growled against her lips.





“Lucius, we can’t! Anyone could walk up on us!” She whispered harshly, her hands working fervently between them to open his trousers.







“They could…your little friends could find us.” He whispered, groaning when her hand wrapped around his steely length and freed him from the constriction of his clothing. It didn’t require much to adjust himself against her and slide inside, she was so wet, so ready and receptive he sunk in easily with a groan matched by her own high pitched keen. “Hush now unless you want your little boyfriend to come running and see me fucking you in the middle of the ministry fundraiser.”







“Oh god!” She whimpered, her sex clasping tightly around him. He laughed, the sound and vibration tickling her lips before he drew back to stare at her flushed face.







“It excites you doesn’t it?” He purred as he adjusted his grip on her bottom and began moving slowly inside her. “The idea of poor, pathetic Potter finding you screwing the big bad death eater.” A fresh wash of scalding moisture anointed his cock as he pumped into her slow and steady. Her legs wound around his hips, the pointy heels of the shoes digging into the backs of his thighs as he took her. “That’s good…squeeze tighter.” He groaned, loving the sharp little pain as she dug in, urging him to take her harder.







“Lucius…please…” Was she pleading for more? Pleading for him to hurry? She didn’t know, she was close to coming, nervous they would be caught and excited by their taboo and dangerous behavior.







“Please? You want more?” He asked, pulling back and slamming hard into her. Her loud groan had him grinning. “You really do want us to get caught don’t you, my little siren? Go ahead, sing a bit louder.” He said, rolling his hips against her. “Perhaps we should just ask them to come watch…all I have to do is lean over a bit and wave them back here.” Her head fell back against the pillar and her pussy flexed around him. “You know what they would see? They would see you, all flushed and damp, your thighs so pretty and pale wrapped around me, my cock shiny and wet from your greedy little cunt.” He gripped her bottom tight in his hands as his thrusts became more powerful, faster as she responded to his suggestion. “They would see that wild look in your eye you get just before you come….they would see you breaking apart in my arms, screaming my name….now…do it now!”







She was helpless to do anything else. Her back arched, her hips pressing tighter to his as she bowed beneath the force of her orgasm. Lucius had to let go of her bottom to slap his hand over her mouth as she cried his name along with a few obscenities he was surprised to hear spilling from her lips to the ceiling. The strong, milking spasms of her orgasm pulled his release from him like a vacuum sending hard, sharp blasts of his seed deep into her hungry womb.







He held her tight, his knees shaking with his own release but he refused to let her fall. She was clutching him, arms and legs both snaked tightly around his hips and shoulders as she panted and whimpered into the side of this neck. He stroked her back and whispered soothing words in her ear as she slowly came down from the pinnacle. Her ankles uncrossed and her thighs dropped slowly as he withdrew from her body and tucked his flaccid penis back into his trousers.







“Lucius…my wand is at the table, I need to clean up.” She said, already feeling the hot trickle of his seed flowing out of her. Lucius smirked and readjusted her dress to cover her.







“No, I want you to stay as you are. I want you to go back out there and dance with Harry Fucking Potter with my come still wet on your thighs. You may have come with him tonight, but you come only for me. Enjoy the rest of your night with your little boyfriend, but know that next time there is an event of this nature it will be my arm you arrive on. For tonight however, I am satisfied that I have marked you as mine.” He smirked, kissed her, and then took her hand to pull her back to the table.







“Mione, where have you been?” Harry asked, rising to his feet when he saw her. He stared at Lucius suspiciously over her shoulder.







“Um…I uh…I was…”







“Ms. Granger became overheated, Potter, I took her to the bar for a drink. Don’t worry, I returned her safe and sound.” Lucius said, his hand caressing briefly over the bare skin of her back before he found his seat.







“You alright now? You look a little flushed.” Harry said, staring at her pink cheeks and dewy complexion. Lucius could be heard chuckling from behind them.







“I’m fine…how about that dance now, Harry.” Her voice broke on the words, her eyes locked with Lucius’s. Harry was confused, wondering just what was going on between the two of them as he took her by the elbow and led her to the floor.







“You know, that was mighty bold, Lucius….behind the pillar? I had to make excuses for the noise and pretend I was choking on my desert.” Ginny said with a smile.









“Then I extend my thanks for your assistance.” He said, his blue eyes twinkling at her over his glass.







“You are good for her.” Ginny said, her head tilted to the side. “Just be good TO her and we will get along swimmingly, understood?”







Lucius simply nodded and smiled at the cheeky little witch, his attention shifting to Hermione who was trapped on the dance floor with the awkwardly dancing Potter. He would have her again before the night was through, and before all was said and done she would belong to him completely.







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OK, this is kind of fun...PWP...just random smut scenes....highly enjoyable, fun to write and relaxing as hell!