Teach Me Something

She Who Must Be Obeyed: You know, I have never read a Lucius/Harry fic... Maybe I should??? I NEVER shipped LM/HG until I read a story called Eden on another site. It is DARK, but it is FABULOUS and really put the idea into my head that those two could work! lol I hope you enjoy more Lucius/Hermione fics! (LaBib has GREAT ones, the Adventurous Hearts ones by Snapes_Goddess are EXCELLENT, Hidden in Plain Sight by Ms.Nomdeplume is another really good one and Hungry Thirsty Crazy by FlowersBecomeScreens is out of this world! You should check them out!)

Gaps of Misery: Here's hoping I didn't keep you waiting too long... I am trying to get a bit ahead with this story, but I have been a bit busy... Don't worry though. There is more to come! And who would'nt love to be in an elevator with that man? lol But there is no mindtricks to her dreams. Just an overactive imagination.. (or an underactive sexlife)

LaBib: YAY! I was so happy to see a review from you! In case you didn't read above, I have read all the fics you have posted on here and I LOVE them! I think you are a fabulous writer and was ecstatic to see that you had read my story. lol Anywho, I have had people tell me that this Hermione was a bit OOC, but seriously, how do we know what she is really thinking? And with Ron not giving her much of anything and then being put next to Lucius Malfoy (who I feel is a walking personification of sex) of course she is going to go into overdrive! The dream sequence was fun to write, as was most of this chapter, and I can assure you that it won't be too much longer before Lord Malfoy is helping himself.. lol

LadyVoldemort87: There will be more Lucius coming, but just read my warnings for this chapter... I promise that there WILL BE LM/HG lemons before too long, but I can't give it all up right away.. lol Enjoy this chapter!

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[i]WARNING! This chapter has a scene with Ron in it. Yes, this is a Lucius/Hermione fic, but I needed the scene and you will see why when you read it.

ANOTHER WARNING!!! This scene has a solo act which is accompanied by a toy. Don’t like, don’t read.

You have been warned!

Without further delay, here is chapter three! Read and review! The reviews feed my muse! Lol[/i]

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He knows.. He has to know! Why else would he be looking at me like that? I already know that he can read my mind, but I am not looking directly at him! Isn’t eye contact the most important thing in Legilimency? He can’t know. There is no possible way. Just keep a clear mind, and all will be fine. He will never know. Besides, we are almost to our level and will be getting out of this lift soon enough. Or maybe it isn’t soon enough. If he keeps looking at me like that, I will have no choice but to look at him. He will find out about my dream and only use it against me in someway. That is how he is, isn’t it? When Lucius Malfoy learns something new, he is the type to use that information for his own personal gain. He would torment me to no end. Well, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he would be so offended that he would talk to the Minister about appointing someone else to do my training! That‘s it! I should let him see my thoughts! He should know about my dreams from last night and then I can be rid of him for good!

“Are you in the habit of ignoring me, Miss Granger? I believe I made it quite clear to you yesterday that I don’t appreciate being ignored. I actually find it rather…rude.”

I look up at him as I allow the images of last nights mental escapades to flood to the forefront of my memories. “No, Mr. Malfoy, I am not in the habit of ignoring you. I am just having a problem keeping my dreams from last night out of my mind. I am sure you can understand.”

“I see. Well, do try and remember that this isn’t your dream world and we have work that needs to be accomplished here today. I will not have a repeat of yesterdays events. Is that understood?”

Why isn’t he reacting to my thoughts? I don’t think I could make them any more apparent to him! Maybe he isn’t trying to see into my mind just now. Perhaps he learned that lesson yesterday. Oh but how I wish he would see what I am trying to show him. I would love nothing more than to watch him sweat it out today knowing that I was having erotic dreams about him last night. He might even wish to act on my thoughts!

The lift comes to a halt and I allow Lucius to walk ahead of me down the halls towards out classroom. I must admit that for a man old enough to be my father, he really is quite handsome. Watching him walk away from me is probably the greatest form of entertainment I have had in a while! I wish Ron would come home, even if only for a day. Being around Malfoy Senior is going to do bad things to my sex drive. Ron would be more than willing to help me relieve my tensions. I know he would.

“Are you also in the habit of lingering in doorways? Please come in here and take your seat. We have a lot to cover today and I wish to not have a repeat of yesterday. So, remember your occlumency lessons and try to keep your lurid dreams to yourself. There really is no need to have two highly aroused people in the same room, especially when I am definitely not willing to help you with anything that Weasley would. I daresay that there isn’t enough time for me to take care of my own needs and I wouldn’t want to play second fiddle to that blood traitor.”

“You take that back!” I scream at him, jumping to my feet and starting towards him. “Ron is more faithful than anyone I have ever met, save perhaps for Harry. He has done things in his young life that you wouldn’t be able to accomplish even if you lived as long as Nicholas Flamel! You aren’t half the man Ron is.”

Alright. So maybe I exaggerated a bit, but he needed to hear it! He is pompous, arrogant, and completely conceited! Besides, I really do love Ron and I am sure that with time, he can learn what I truly enjoy and cease this mockery he claims to be sex. It could actually…

I shake my head a bit to clear my thoughts and find myself standing practically nose to nose… Well, more like nose to neck… Those piercing gray eyes are penetrating into my very soul but the words and emotion that accompany are pleading to be respected and not tried.

“How dare you. You have no idea the things that I am capable of, the things that I could do to you. Do you honestly believe that the only reason I was sent to instruct you was to pay a debt to society? My Galleons have dealt with any debt that needed to be addressed. I know things that you couldn’t even begin to fathom and yet you stand here and speak of loyalty and prowess? Oh, don’t think about shaking your head at me, you silly girl. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t feel me searching around in that tousled head of yours. I know where your thoughts were and believe me when I tell you that I could do things to your innocent body with my left ring finger that your precious Weasley couldn’t do with all of his pathetic brothers helping him. Now, close your mouth, resume your seat and let us get back to the matter at hand. I do fully intend on teaching you something useful today and I will not stand for your inane thoughts again.”

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I am still not entirely sure how I managed it, but somehow I made it through my second day. If I were to be completely honest with myself, I would say that it was probably more him than me. We most likely didn’t hold eye contact for longer than it took for him to discern that I was still paying attention. Sure, we worked on more occlumency today, but Kingsley came in for that. Mostly we worked on some hexes and he even tested me on my ability to throw off the Imperious Curse again. There was some defensive work done, but it would appear that Malfoy is more of an offensive caster than a defensive.

It really is funny, now that I think about it. When I first met him in Diagon Alley, it was Mr. Weasley who had started the fight. Well, actually Malfoy had started it with his insults, but the physical altercation was completely initiated by Mr. Weasley. Then a few years later in the Department of Mysteries, Lucius had seemed more interested in getting the prophesy than cursing anyone. Perhaps there is more to him than I originally thought.

I really need a drink. I wonder where my firewhisky is? Why are there dishes in my sink?

“Hello, love. I was wondering when you would get home.”

“RON!!! When did you get here!?” I launch myself into his waiting arms, enjoying the feel of his body so close to mine. This is exactly what I needed today. Between the past two days being with that…that…man! Ugh! No. I won’t think of him. I refuse to think of him when my Ron is here!

“I got in about an hour ago. Was just feasting on some of your finer beverages.”

I look down to see Ron holding my bottle of firewhisky and reach out to snatch it from his left hand. As I lean forward towards Ron, his right arm circles my waist and draws me closer. Looking up into his blue eyes, I can’t help but imagine gray. Shaking my head, I allow Ron to kiss me full on the lips. When his tongue meets my mouth, I part my lips and allow him to taste me. It feels so good to be kissed at this point that I really don’t care who it is that is doing the kissing! This is something that I need. My body needs release caused by something other than my overactive imagination or my Muggle toys. I have worn out far too many batteries lately.

Ron’s mouth has moved from mine and his lips are now trailing down my neckline. Maybe I will get some foreplay tonight! After dealing with that walking advertisement for sex these past two days, my body is screaming for more than just a quick tumble…

“Hermione, love… Let’s take this back to your room. Harry said he would be by for dinner, so we really don’t have much time.” And with that he is leading me down my own hall to my room where he will no doubt cast a charm to rid us of our clothes. I guess I won’t get the long romantic night I was looking forward to. Oh well. I will still enjoy it…or at least try to…

Sure enough, we walk into my room and by the time we reach my bed, our clothes are charmed off and Ron is muttering the lubrication spell. How romantic… Ugh. My knees hit the edge of the mattress and I fall flat on my back, pulling Ron on top of me. His lips fall from my shoulder and he looks deep into my eyes. Suddenly I imagine deep gray rather than Ron’s blue, and I feel the beginnings of that familiar tightening sensation below my belly button. I close my eyes and think about Lucius’ hands roaming my body and finding my already moist womanhood rather than those of the man who is actually above me. I can almost smell the jasmine of his expensive hair products filling my senses as his fingers begin to work wonders around my highly sensitized clit.

This will work out nicely. So long as I keep my eyes closed, Ron will think that I am thoroughly enjoying his ministrations and I will be able to fantasize about the man I really wish to be bringing me to my completion. Deep down, though, I just know that Lucius would be so much better than Ron.

I am pulled from my plotting and scheming by Ron’s mouth on mine and his tongue pushing between my lips. I gasp slightly as he pushes his rock hard length inside me and begins the dance that has existed as long as mankind itself. Keeping my eyes closed, it is easy to imagine a different man above me, thrusting deep and bringing me closer to orgasm with every movement of his hips. I move my hips with his and bring my hands up to run through the hair that has taunted me since that first day I met him in Flourish and Blotts. It is a bit of a disappointment to find short locks rather than the long, luscious tresses I half expected, but otherwise, the fantasy is going smoothly.

The thrusts are coming faster and harder now and I can feel that Ron is getting close. His hand reaches down between us to stroke my hardened nub and brings me release as I feel him coming undone above me. Oh Gods this feels great! I bite my lip and moan out my orgasm, clenching my muscles around his throbbing cock and holding my eyes tight in order to picture the elder Malfoy looming over me. I can see him closing his eyes to hold back any emotion from me even though I know that one tryst would leave him coming back for more in more ways than one.

As my orgasm rocks through my body, I hear Ron’s reaction when he is overcome by his own physical peak. I can hear him whispering my name and uttering sentiments of love and devotion, but the only thing I can do is try to keep my mouth shut. It is a losing battle, though, for the moment that I begin to come down, a faint “Lucius” escapes my lips.

“Shh, love. No one will see us. Harry shouldn’t be here yet and I made certain to close and ward the door when we first came in here.”

Oh thank Merlin! He misunderstood me! I really dodged the proverbial bullet on that one. This is really disturbing, though. Why on earth would I want to think about Lucius Malfoy while I am here with the man whom I have wanted since…well, forever! What the bloody hell did that wizard do to me?

We stand together and start to dress. Just as Ron is finishing putting his trainers on, I hear a knock on my door, followed by the familiar voice of Harry Potter calling out and warning us that we had better be decent. I laugh as Ron takes down the wards he placed around my room and we walk hand in hand out to the kitchen where Harry is now seated and waiting for us. The three of us share dinner and reminisce about school before the conversation turns to my new training. I tell them just enough to know that I have an Auror they aren’t familiar with teaching me and skip over any parts that would lead them to discover his identity and my less than desirable feelings and thoughts towards him. But why are they less than desirable? He is a very attractive man and witches all over throw themselves at him! And it isn’t as if he is still married.

After Harry left, Ron and I cuddled into my bed and there was a repeat of the earlier events. Now I lay here wide awake and thoroughly unsatisfied with a snoring Ron far too close to my ear. I can’t deal with this anymore! My body needs more than Ron is giving me these days.

I am not sure how, but I manage to get away from Ron’s grasp and slip out of the room unnoticed. As I walk towards my bathroom, I pause long enough to pull out two towels and one of my favorite battery operated boyfriends. Once inside, I draw a hot bath and set the towels down on the floor before stripping out of my clothes and lowering myself into the water. The heat feels great against my tense muscles and I relax for a few minutes before reaching outside the tub for my vibrator. Closing my eyes, I lower my right hand down between my legs and begin to move my fingers expertly over my clit. When I feel that I can’t go on without penetration, I submerge my toy and tease my entrance with it. I finally push it deep inside of my womanhood and begin to move it in and out of me while still continuing to lavish attention to my now extremely sensitive nub. Feeling every so close to orgasm, I withdraw the phallic instrument and turn it on. Plunging it back inside my core, I feel the vibrations combining with my own manipulations bringing me closer and closer to release. I close my eyes and picture a certain blond wizard thrusting mercilessly into me and moan out my explosion as to not wake Ron.

Why didn’t I put a silencing charm on this room before I began? I am sure that I didn’t wake Ron (or the neighbors for that matter) but I could have enjoyed this so much more if I could have fully let myself go. Oh, what has that man done to me? I was perfectly happy before he came into my life and now I am playing with myself in my bath and wishing beyond all reason that he was here bringing me to all these peaks and pushing me over.

I can’t live like this. I can not continue to work with him and allow him to instruct me when I can’t get him out of my thoughts! I wonder if he is aware of the effect he has on me? He must be. After all the thoughts he pulled from my mind, he MUST know. He cast a spell on me! That has to be it! There is no way that these thoughts can be my own. It just isn’t possible!

I cast a cleansing charm on my bath water and clean myself up the Muggle way. When I am convinced that I am completely clean, I step from the bath, wrapping one towel around my body and putting my hair up in the other. I don’t feel like magically drying myself tonight. I think getting back into bed a little damp will help me fall asleep faster.

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Wednesday morning. Is it really 4:30 already? I don’t want to be awake and I most of all don’t want to face HIM again. I get dressed and wake Ron before I need to apparate to the Ministry for my third day of training. Harry told me yesterday that they had been given the remainder of the week off because someone in their class had critically injured the professor. He is in St. Mungo’s now, but it will take a few days for a replacement to be appointed and acclimated. Ron said that once I left for work, he would be flooing to the Burrow to see his family and Harry. It must be nice to be able to just pop into the Burrow and enjoy Mrs. Weasley’s cooking whenever. I haven’t been around for her normal meals in quite a while. Between trying to finish school a year early and now my job with the Auror department, I just don’t have the time. Perhaps on Saturday I can head over there and spend some time with them. That should help with my mental health. I just hope I make it that long!

Kissing Ron on top of the head, I turn on the spot and apparate to an alley not far from the Ministry. I know I am a little early, but I can’t risk meeting up with him yet again before I am ready to face him. Holding my tea in one hand and a bag with a croissant in the other, I make my way into the Ministry and down to the lifts. He isn’t here. Once I reach Level two, I exit the lift and walk the now familiar path to our little classroom slash training room. There is still no sign of him. Thank Merlin for little miracles.

I look at my watch and notice that I still have 20 minutes until he should be here. That is perfect. I can use that time to compose myself, eat my breakfast and maybe even read a bit of the Prophet. Then I can go into this day’s lessons with a clear head and composed thoughts. Picking up the Daily Prophet, I begin to read the front page and enjoy my croissant. It isn’t until I notice a shadow cross my paper that I even realize the 20 minutes has passed and the object of my anger and frustration is looming over me. I take a deep breath and sit up straight to address him.

“Good morning, Mr. Malfoy. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Well, well. Early this morning, aren’t you Miss Granger? And to what do I owe your courtesies?” He stares at me for a moment, seemingly drinking in my presence and allowing his eyes to wander over me before he speaks again. “Oh I see. Mr. Weasley paid you a visit last night, didn’t he? Yes, I heard about the little accident that occurred yesterday. So, tell me. Now that you have recent experience to go by, do you still believe that I am not half the man that he is?”

“Mr. Malfoy, I really don’t see how that is any of your-”

“Business? In the eyes of the enemy, everything is my business. Every piece of intelligence that I can gather, every minute detail of my nemesis’ existence that I can ascertain is vital and can be used to my advantage. As an example, knowing you as I do coupled with the knowledge of yesterday’s Auror training accident, I can say with practical certainty that you had dinner at your flat with Mr. Ronald Weasley and Mr. Harry Potter. Mr. Potter then more than likely left to join his…woman, while Mr. Weasley stayed the evening with you. Am I correct?”

How in the bloody hell did he know that? “Were you following me last night?”

“That wasn’t the answer I was searching for, but you confirmed my suspicions. No, Miss Granger, I was not following you last night. I have far more important things to do with my time than to be the proverbial lost puppy dog to the Golden Trio. However, you must be aware that the entire wizarding world knows of your connection with the Boy Who Lived and that blood traitor. Anyone with even a partial brain would have been able to surmise that after the events of yesterday afternoon, the three of you would meet. Had I been the enemy and wanted to corner you three or orchestrate an attack against you, it would have been all too easy.”

I really hate to admit this, but he is absolutely right. Are we really that predictable? Does it matter anymore? We have defeated the darkest wizard of all time and helped put his followers in Azkaban. I honestly don’t think that we need to be as careful as we were before! The time for apparating onto doorsteps under an Invisibility Cloak are over and he must know this!

“You are aware that You Know Who is dead, right? I mean, I know you were at the Battle. Surely you must have noticed.”

A slight smile plays across my lips as the man in front of me begins to lose his control. I can see a vein in his neck going and a fire beginning to burn behind those cold gray eyes. He walks towards me and in one fluid motion, he pulls me from my seat so that I am standing in front of him with my left arm held tightly by his right. Knowing that I can not possibly wrestle myself away from him, he pulls me close and speaks in a low and warning tone.

“You and your blessed Potter may have destroyed the Dark Lord, but I assure you that his followers are not all in Azkaban. Many have gone into hiding and it is only a matter of time before they attempt to seek their revenge against those responsible for his downfall. Would you care to know what happens to Mudblood witches who are captured by Death Eaters?”

And with that, he releases my arm by throwing me down on the floor. He walks away from me towards his desk and draws his wand from inside that stupid cane he carries. Pointing the wand at the door, he mutters a spell and suddenly a loud squelching noise can be heard. He has sealed the room! Oh Merlin, I have pissed him off and now I am trapped in here with him! Somebody please help me!