The Spring of the Satyr

It was fully dark when Lucius woke. He looked around at the forest, momentarily disoriented. He glanced at the small body of moon-luminous water a few yards away, eyes widening as the memories of the day came back to him. Pulling out his wand he whispered "Lumos". Bright light flooded the forest. He looked around for any sign of Hermione, but soon realized that she was gone. He stood and breathed deeply in the night air. He smelled her. He felt the sticky skin of his face with his fingertips and smiled. He considered using the water of the spring to wash the congealing musk off of him, then thought better of it. No telling what the result would be, besides, her aroma was causing a certain part of his anatomy a great deal of interest.

He wondered where she was. Had she gone back to her muggle parents and told them everything? Were they even now speaking to ministry about having him arrested? He knew that the penalty for molesting an underage witch was a term in Azkaban. Strangely, he wasn't frightened. He'd seen the look on her face when they'd finished, and knew that their secret would remain concealed. So, what was she doing? Going on with her life as if nothing had happened? Crying into her pillow? ,, Touching herself while thinking of him?? Ahhhg! Lucius frowned. He must stop this now! Ridiculous!

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Hermione stared at her dinner plate with unfocused eyes. Mechanically she scooped up the risotto with her fork and brought it to her chin. The small, soupy grains dribbled down on the napkin in her lap.

"Darling, are you alright?"

She glanced up at her mother, looking at her worriedly. "Of course mom." She said. "I'm perfectly fine". And surprisingly, she was. "I am a woman now." She thought giddily. Some of the older girls at school had been very open about "doing it", but she was sure none of them had experienced anything like she had. They talked of fumblings in closets and abandoned classrooms. Angelina Johnson claimed that she and Oliver Wood had deflowered each other in the Quiddich broom shed. That couldn't have been anything like her experience at the spring this afternoon! Oliver Wood had been handsome, but only an inexperienced boy, and certainly no Lucius Malfoy!

She glanced around the restaurant at the tables of well-dressed muggles. They all looked so,, normal. Soft, nameless music was playing in the background and several couples were dancing on the center dance floor. What would it be like to dance with him like that? She wondered. She pictured him, dressed in a smart dinner jacket, leading her around the floor - leading her up the circular stairway towards her room - leading her towards the bed ,,,. She ground her fingernails into her hand, banishing the thoughts.

"May I be excused please?" She turned to her father. "I'm really a bit tired. Long hike today."

"Of course Hermione." Her father replied, concerned. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Yes Daddy. Just tired, like I said." She smiled to reassure them and stood up, dropping the rice filled napkin on the floor.

Not noticing the very interested pair of ice colored eyes watching her from the back of the dining room, Hermione made her way up the staircase and to her room. She locked the door connecting her room to her parents. Stripping off her mauve silk dinner gown, she turned off the light and lay naked on her bed. She rubbed her temples and recalled again the events of the day. "How unreal." She sighed. Tentatively, she touched the soreness between her legs. It was painful, but also,, delicious. Every movement reminded her of him. She hoped the discomfort would last a while. She pulled the covers over her and held the extra pillow like a lover. Exhaustion quickly overcame her.

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Lucius stood at the end of the corridor, struggling with himself. He watched her enter her room and saw the light under the door go out. He waited for over an hour before silently making his way to her door. "Alo Hamora” He whispered. The locked clicked and he swung the door open. The room was so dark he could barely make out her small form on the bed.

With a flick of his wand, Lucius opened the rich brocade draperies. He sank into an overstuffed armchair that faced the bed and stretched out his legs in front of him. As he stared at her face in the soft blue glow he pondered again his reason for being here. She was so very young! He was the renowned Lucius Malfoy! Seducer of women, not little girls! He was known as a hater of all muggles, protector of the perfectly pure Malfoy line! Yet, in spite of it all, something about this little mudblood pulled at him, he could think of nothing else but having her again. The truly worrisome thing about it all was that it wasn't strictly his body that called to her. He wanted to TALK to her for Merlin's sake! But then, he'd felt such honest passion with her,, it wasn't a performance to showcase his prowess, it was amazing! He knew that much of what he was feeling could be contributed to the lingering magic of the spring, but how much of it was not?

Down in the dining hall he'd made a point to notice every beautiful woman in the room, but only the dazed little witch in the purple silk dress had caused his pulse to quicken and his dick to take notice. She filled his thoughts, his imagination and unbelievably, his heart to a degree he’d never known. “What have you done to me?” He whispered softly.

Mentally he ran through all of the obstacles involved with making her his permanent mistress. Insurmountable! First were the facts that she was muggle-born and he was probably older than her father. Then, there was the fact that he was Voldemort's second in command and she,, well, she belonged with Potter. Then there was Draco, if his affair with the witch became known in the wrong circles,,,, it may mean his AND his son's life, not mentioning the fact that Draco hated the "Sodding Mudblood Granger Bitch" as he so often spoke of her at home. He sighed and ran a hand through his long hair. So very complicated!

Hermione mumbled something and shifted on in her sleep. Her lips curved in a secret smile. He pointed his wand at her face. "Legilimens!"

Odd fragments of her current dream filled his mind. Something about an assignment,,, potions? Yes, there was Severus standing over her. He looked fairly ominous in her dream, even more so than in real life. Snape's hand brushed Hermione’s and she shivered. Snape scowled and grabbed her hand in his. Hermione gasped. Lucius felt a sharp stab of jealously. Was the little git sexually interested in Severus? This was not at all what he had expected! Lucius pointed his wand at Hermione again and spoke the spell that would inject his own thoughts into her dream. Severus Snape's snarling face melted away and turned into a familiar scene - the forest pool. Lucius pulled back. This was definitely more like it! He let Hermione's unconscious run it's own course. She was standing on the bank, watching Lucius in the water. Dream Lucius was different from the real thing, he was younger somehow, with fewer lines on his face, the muscles were too big and the male organ was,, gargantuan. Did she really see him like that? Non-dream Lucius chuckled involuntarily. He stood and walked over to her. Bending down, he placed his lips over hers softly, moving them tenderly over her sleeping mouth.

Hermione felt the pressure on her lips and thought for a moment that it was a very pleasant continuation of the dream she'd been having. She smelled a delicious, familiar male fragrance and realized with a start that he was actually there. She returned his kiss. "Lucius?"

Lucius removed his shoes and jacket. He lay on the empty spot on the bed beside her and pulled her naked body into his arms. She felt wonderful against him. His body responded with amazing speed to just the feel of her skin.

"How did you find me?" She asked, running her hands over his silk-clad back.

"I could find you anywhere." He whispered huskily, kissing the top of her head. "I think you've imperioused me."

"Do you want me to remove the curse?" She asked, looking up at him sleepily.

"No." He answered solemnly. He stroked her hair. "Hermione," He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "I can stay here in Bath for a few more days before I have to be back." He sucked in his breath as she took his earlobe in her mouth. "Tell your parents you are,, indisposed,, and spend it with me."

"And what then?" She whispered between kisses. "Will that be the end, or will you sneak into my bed at Hogwarts?"

"I will let you go Hermione. I must"

"But what if I don't want you to let me go?" Her heart already hurt at the thought. How would she feel after an entire day with him? Maybe she could ask McGonagal to give her that time-turner back.

"I promised you this afternoon at the spring that I would not hurt you. I will keep that promise. Trust me."

Hermione couldn't see how that particular promise could be kept, but the thought of spending the days alone with this man, this unexpected and surprising man, this man who completely filled her imagination, far outweighed the thought of future heartbreak. "Yes Lucius, I’d like it if you stayed, but only if you promise to keep me away from that spring!" She giggled. "I'm so sore I can barely move!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp "Crack!" and Lucius was gone. Shocked, Hermione sat up and stared around the room. "Lucius,, wha,," Another loud crack and he was back, standing beside the bed holding a small brown potion bottle.

"Sorry love. I should have brought you this to begin with." He held out the bottle and she took it in confusion. "It's a healing draught. Just a small swallow should heal all of your sore places." He smiled caddishly. "Save the rest for later. I have a feeling we will both need it."

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