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Dreaming of You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
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7
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Chapter Three
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Chapter Three
“Dare I ask who she dreamt of last?” Snape asked, looking over to Hermione as she sat in Harry’s lap as she went from sobbing to laughing and back again.
“You’ll never believe who,” Draco said casually.
He looked to his godson and gave the flippant reply of, “Tonks dreamt me last. Anything is possible.” Crossing his arms over his chest he muttered, “Out with it.”
“My father.”
Standing up straighter, he asked, “What was that?”
“You heard me! She dreamt of my father last!” he exclaimed. “My father of all people!”
“Oh thank you, Draco!” Hermione called out. “As if I wasn’t feeling the hot breath of doom before, now I have you as well.” She rested her head on Harry’s shoulder. “What’s all that blond hair feel like on your skin? I figure the texture of Draco’s hair must be about the same as his father’s…”
“It’s starting,” Snape muttered to Draco. “It begins with the curiosity and it goes from there.”
“Is there anyway to stop this?” Harry asked as he joined them.
Frowning Severus asked, “Where is Miss Granger?” He looked around the room.
“She said she had to use the jacks,” he murmured, looking over to Draco who was rolling his eyes. “What?”
“We need to find her,” Snape told him. “Chances are she’s at a more advanced state thanks in part to the fire whiskey.”
But just as they made a move to get over to find her they heard her calling out, “Malfoy Manor!” They all ran over, but was only able to see the neon green flashing coming from the fireplace.
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Being as drunk as she was, Hermione flew out of the floo and landed rather unceremoniously on her back. Looking up at the ornate ceiling of what must have been one of the Malfoy studies, she tried to come up with a plan. Hermione thought that if she told Lucius the truth, he would never believe her. And chances were slim to none in her being able to rely upon his sympathy. She was still thinking over a possible plan when none other than the man himself came over and was looking down at her with narrowing eyes.
“Mr. Malfoy! What an amazing co-co…”
“Coincidence?” he provided for her.
“Exactly!” She frowned. “Merlin, but you’re taller than I thought you were.”
“And you, Miss, are much drunker than you should be given the time of day,” he muttered, kneeling closer to her. “What exactly are you doing here?”
“Besides admiring your taste in ceilings? Coming up with a plan.” She sat up, but Lucius caught her as she got dizzy and fell back. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he murmured, helping her to her feet. “What, pray tell, are you planning?”
Clutching onto him, she looked into his eyes telling him, “See Mrs. Fuck-tard Weasley screwed me over and now I need to abduct you so I can have my wicked way with you!”
His brow arched at this, but he said nothing.
“I know! I’m not exactly your type.” She snorted derisively as she complained bitterly, “It appears I’m not many men’s type at all…”
“Excuse me for cutting in, but what exactly is a fuck-tard?”
“It’s a melding of the words ‘fucked up’ and ‘retard’,” she explained to him. “And if any person embodies that in this moment, it’s Molly Weasley.” She smiled at him dreamily. “You have nice shoulders...”
“Stop,” he murmured, pushing her slightly back as it appeared that she was going to try to strip him at any second. “Why is she this thing you keep calling her and why must you abduct me?”
She explained to him what had happened and finished off with, “And since I seriously doubt you would allow me to jump your bones, I have to sweep you away from this mansion, and convince you that I am the woman of your dreams...” Hermione went to her tiptoes and brushed her nose against his. “Merlin, but I hope it’s soon.” She kissed his mouth, grazing her tongue over the sensitive inner part of his upper lip. A tremor rocked his large frame even as his arms snaked around her. “Close the floo. Chances are that Harry and the others will try to find me here.”
Absently Lucius did as she told him to do. “What now?”
“I don’t know,” she breathed. “I’ve never abducted anyone before never mind seduced anyone.”
“Really?” he purred, making her shiver as she bit her lower lip. “If you allow me, I have some experience with both of these. Or so I’ve been told.”
“That would be…” She groaned as he cupped her breast, massaging it with care even as he plucked the nipple into a stiff peak. “Wonderful,” she moaned, but then giggled. “You’re panting too.”
“That I am,” he muttered, gripping her shirt and rending it in two and licked his lips at the sight of her lace covered mounds. “Beautiful witch.”
Hermione moved up, wrapping her arm around his neck. Nipping on his jaw, gently she lapped at the stinging she had left behind with her tongue. Letting out a growl, he scooped her up and took her over to the nearest lounger. Yanking out his wand, he stripped her naked. But before he could toss away his wand, Hermione snatched it and stripped him as well.
“Fair is fair,” she purred, tossing it away.
He smiled wolfishly, as he lowered himself to her. Lucius took her hands into his, raising her arms above her head. He caressed her fingers around the arm of the sofa.
“Leave them right there,” he breathed and proceeded to kiss his way to her sternum.
Hermione gasped at the feel of his mouth nuzzling the tender undersides of her ripe full breasts. Lucius kissed his way lower, licking at the edge of her ribs where they met her waist. He smiled as he felt her squirm and a giggle escaped from her.
“Ticklish. I must remember that,” he murmured, moving lower and kissed her bellybutton. This made her jolt, making him chuckle all the more. “Very ticklish in deed.”
As Lucius moved lower, he widened her legs until her weeping sex was on clear display for him. He rested his head on the soft slope of her small belly, pushing one of her thighs to rest on top of his shoulder. It was with a gentle glide of fingers that he caressed her inner thighs as he studied her cunt.
“How many lovers have you had?” he asked her, using his fingers to separate her labia to expose her blood engorged clit and tight wet sheath.
“Two,” she breathed. “Just two.”
“Who?”
“Severus Snape and Remus…Oh!” He had plunged two fingers into her sex, making Hermione gasp at the suddenness of it.
“Finish what you were saying to me,” he told her. When she couldn’t because of the unevenness of her breathing, he rubbed gently at her interior sex. “Finish what you were saying, little witch.”
“Lucius…please…let me touch you!”
“Not yet. Finish telling me.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “Remus Lupin,” she rushed out.
He smiled as he licked at her sensitive clit, making her world explode around her. It wasn’t until she was sagging into the sofa that he murmured, “See? That wasn’t that difficult, was it?”
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Chapter Three
“Dare I ask who she dreamt of last?” Snape asked, looking over to Hermione as she sat in Harry’s lap as she went from sobbing to laughing and back again.
“You’ll never believe who,” Draco said casually.
He looked to his godson and gave the flippant reply of, “Tonks dreamt me last. Anything is possible.” Crossing his arms over his chest he muttered, “Out with it.”
“My father.”
Standing up straighter, he asked, “What was that?”
“You heard me! She dreamt of my father last!” he exclaimed. “My father of all people!”
“Oh thank you, Draco!” Hermione called out. “As if I wasn’t feeling the hot breath of doom before, now I have you as well.” She rested her head on Harry’s shoulder. “What’s all that blond hair feel like on your skin? I figure the texture of Draco’s hair must be about the same as his father’s…”
“It’s starting,” Snape muttered to Draco. “It begins with the curiosity and it goes from there.”
“Is there anyway to stop this?” Harry asked as he joined them.
Frowning Severus asked, “Where is Miss Granger?” He looked around the room.
“She said she had to use the jacks,” he murmured, looking over to Draco who was rolling his eyes. “What?”
“We need to find her,” Snape told him. “Chances are she’s at a more advanced state thanks in part to the fire whiskey.”
But just as they made a move to get over to find her they heard her calling out, “Malfoy Manor!” They all ran over, but was only able to see the neon green flashing coming from the fireplace.
***
Being as drunk as she was, Hermione flew out of the floo and landed rather unceremoniously on her back. Looking up at the ornate ceiling of what must have been one of the Malfoy studies, she tried to come up with a plan. Hermione thought that if she told Lucius the truth, he would never believe her. And chances were slim to none in her being able to rely upon his sympathy. She was still thinking over a possible plan when none other than the man himself came over and was looking down at her with narrowing eyes.
“Mr. Malfoy! What an amazing co-co…”
“Coincidence?” he provided for her.
“Exactly!” She frowned. “Merlin, but you’re taller than I thought you were.”
“And you, Miss, are much drunker than you should be given the time of day,” he muttered, kneeling closer to her. “What exactly are you doing here?”
“Besides admiring your taste in ceilings? Coming up with a plan.” She sat up, but Lucius caught her as she got dizzy and fell back. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he murmured, helping her to her feet. “What, pray tell, are you planning?”
Clutching onto him, she looked into his eyes telling him, “See Mrs. Fuck-tard Weasley screwed me over and now I need to abduct you so I can have my wicked way with you!”
His brow arched at this, but he said nothing.
“I know! I’m not exactly your type.” She snorted derisively as she complained bitterly, “It appears I’m not many men’s type at all…”
“Excuse me for cutting in, but what exactly is a fuck-tard?”
“It’s a melding of the words ‘fucked up’ and ‘retard’,” she explained to him. “And if any person embodies that in this moment, it’s Molly Weasley.” She smiled at him dreamily. “You have nice shoulders...”
“Stop,” he murmured, pushing her slightly back as it appeared that she was going to try to strip him at any second. “Why is she this thing you keep calling her and why must you abduct me?”
She explained to him what had happened and finished off with, “And since I seriously doubt you would allow me to jump your bones, I have to sweep you away from this mansion, and convince you that I am the woman of your dreams...” Hermione went to her tiptoes and brushed her nose against his. “Merlin, but I hope it’s soon.” She kissed his mouth, grazing her tongue over the sensitive inner part of his upper lip. A tremor rocked his large frame even as his arms snaked around her. “Close the floo. Chances are that Harry and the others will try to find me here.”
Absently Lucius did as she told him to do. “What now?”
“I don’t know,” she breathed. “I’ve never abducted anyone before never mind seduced anyone.”
“Really?” he purred, making her shiver as she bit her lower lip. “If you allow me, I have some experience with both of these. Or so I’ve been told.”
“That would be…” She groaned as he cupped her breast, massaging it with care even as he plucked the nipple into a stiff peak. “Wonderful,” she moaned, but then giggled. “You’re panting too.”
“That I am,” he muttered, gripping her shirt and rending it in two and licked his lips at the sight of her lace covered mounds. “Beautiful witch.”
Hermione moved up, wrapping her arm around his neck. Nipping on his jaw, gently she lapped at the stinging she had left behind with her tongue. Letting out a growl, he scooped her up and took her over to the nearest lounger. Yanking out his wand, he stripped her naked. But before he could toss away his wand, Hermione snatched it and stripped him as well.
“Fair is fair,” she purred, tossing it away.
He smiled wolfishly, as he lowered himself to her. Lucius took her hands into his, raising her arms above her head. He caressed her fingers around the arm of the sofa.
“Leave them right there,” he breathed and proceeded to kiss his way to her sternum.
Hermione gasped at the feel of his mouth nuzzling the tender undersides of her ripe full breasts. Lucius kissed his way lower, licking at the edge of her ribs where they met her waist. He smiled as he felt her squirm and a giggle escaped from her.
“Ticklish. I must remember that,” he murmured, moving lower and kissed her bellybutton. This made her jolt, making him chuckle all the more. “Very ticklish in deed.”
As Lucius moved lower, he widened her legs until her weeping sex was on clear display for him. He rested his head on the soft slope of her small belly, pushing one of her thighs to rest on top of his shoulder. It was with a gentle glide of fingers that he caressed her inner thighs as he studied her cunt.
“How many lovers have you had?” he asked her, using his fingers to separate her labia to expose her blood engorged clit and tight wet sheath.
“Two,” she breathed. “Just two.”
“Who?”
“Severus Snape and Remus…Oh!” He had plunged two fingers into her sex, making Hermione gasp at the suddenness of it.
“Finish what you were saying to me,” he told her. When she couldn’t because of the unevenness of her breathing, he rubbed gently at her interior sex. “Finish what you were saying, little witch.”
“Lucius…please…let me touch you!”
“Not yet. Finish telling me.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “Remus Lupin,” she rushed out.
He smiled as he licked at her sensitive clit, making her world explode around her. It wasn’t until she was sagging into the sofa that he murmured, “See? That wasn’t that difficult, was it?”
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