A Special Visit to Azkaban

Well, hi everybody!

Thanks so very much for the awesome reviews - HarryGinny4eva, dracoschick007, DragonFyre, scarlet quill. I know, I was bad leaving the story hanging like that. So, to make up for it, here you go, lots of luscious lemons.

To answer those reviews, no it won't be a multi chapter fic. This, I'm afraid, is it. Just a little ficlet to test how I get on writing Lucius.

Anyhoo, here it goes. Enjoy and, most importantly, review!


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'Why did you come dressed so wickedly?' Lucius asked.

His breath tickled her neck as he dipped his head down towards her. Before he could press his lips to the inviting flesh, she turned to face him, curls bouncing round her head. The former birds nest of her school days had been transformed, the honey coloured curls now soft and flowing, the cinnamon scent of her flowing over him.

He watched as the mischievous smirk appeared across her face. 'Lucius, surely you can figure that one out,' she whispered, her fingers tickling acoss his chest, tracing the flesh exposed by his ratty prison shirt, 'or maybe you've forgotten how to handle a witch. It has been a while.' The cheeky little witch planted a soft kiss on his chest.

He didn't give her a chance for another insolent word, ridding her of that smirk as he took her in his arms and kissed her. He growled with passion as he devoured her mouth, the dominant force of his tongue shocking Hermione for a moment before she started to join in. She threw her arms around his neck and held him close, sliding her tongue alongside his, matching his fervent desire with her own.

The few kisses they shared before paled compared to this. Every ounce of desire and passion they felt for each other was poured into this embrace. Lucius couldn't wait to taste every inch of her. He was delighted with her passion for him and pulled her harder against him, making sure she could feel how hard he was for her. He grew harder at the moan she gave and quickly broke the kiss.

The pale flesh of her neck that he had been eyeing earlier lay before him, just waiting for his mark. Yes, she would remember him and he would warn anyone else away from her. After this night, she would be his - Malfoys never share.

Her head dipped back as he kissed her way down her neck, gently nipping her before biting down on the spot where her neck joined her shoulder. He would have to remember that spot in future, if the answering throaty moan from Hermione was anything to go by.

He soothed the mark with his tongue and pulled away from her, watching as she panted with desire. Her eyes were wild with passion as she looked at him and her breasts were heaving to break free from the confines of her corset. Well, he could easily help her out there.

He started to back her towards his cot but before he could reach it, she stopped him, her hand pressing into his chest.

'Lucius, wait, I'm not going to do anything on that cot, it looks ready to collapse.' That wicked look back in her eyes, she smiled at him, 'I have an idea.'

He watched as she stepped away from him, pulling her wand from the strap on her thigh. With a muttered spell, his dilapidated cot was transfigured into a sumptuous double bed, the pillows and soft cotton sheets looked so inviting. It was so reminiscent of his dream and he actually had the one thing he had been missing, what he so greatly desired, one curly haired witch, just waiting to be taken.

Distracted by his thoughts he never had a chance to stop her as Hermione spun him round and shoved him back onto the bed. She clambered on top of him, straddling him and gazing down at him.

'I want you so much, Lucius,' Hermione moaned, leaning on his chest. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her - her breasts displayed so invitingly, her eyes twinkling in the low light, the faint flush on her cheeks. She looked beautiful, he could hardly believe this wasn't a dream.

He slid his hand into her curls, gripping them slightly as he pulled her head down. There was even more passion in this kiss, the prospect of finally taking her so close, it drove him on. Holding her close, he spun them round, pressing her into the sumptuous sheets, delighting in her gasp of surprise.

He kissed his way down her neck once again, savouring the sweet taste of her skin, inching his way to the top of her breasts. The plump mounds were practically spilling over the top of the corset, just waiting for his attention. The tightness of the corset, however, stopped him from exploring her luscious body.

'Please, Hermione, as ravishing as you are, please get rid of the corset, I want to trace your body with my tongue', he moaned, licking his way across her cleavage. She moaned and scrambled for her wand, a quick 'Divesto' ridding her of the garment, finally granting him access to her breasts.

He gazed in wonder for a moment, this enchanting witch, laid out for him, a look of desire in her eyes, just waiting for his next move.

He wasted no time continuing his voracious exploration of her body, slowly dragging his tongue down the valley between her breasts. He teased her nipples with his fingers, so sensitive, Hermione gasping and moaning with his every touch.

'Please, Lucius...' He softly kissed the plump mound of her breast, using his teeth occassionally to nip the tender flesh. Flicking his tongue over her nipple, he felt himself grow even harder as she writhed beneath him. She was so ready for him but Lucius had always delighted in being a tease.

He took his time to draw out the sweet torture, her hands clawing into his hair as he sucked and nipped at her nipples, Hermione's moans filling the air. She couldn't contain herself any longer as she tore at his shabby prison clothes, wanting to feel his naked body against her. It fell apart beneath her fingers and finally let her explore his smooth toned body. She bit back another moan, feeling Lucius' taut, defined muscles.

As Hermione took her time running her fingers across his back, Lucius slowly inched his way down her body. Her nails bit into him as he moved closer to the part of her body that was so desperately crying out for his attention. She involuntarily thrust her hips up towards him, letting him know what she needed.

She didn't have long to wait as Lucius trailed his hand down her stomach, lightly tickling until her reached the band of her thong. Hermione opened her legs slightly, anticipating his touch, feeling herself grow wetter by the second.

Lucius didn't feel like teasing her any longer, the feel of a woman who desired him so much, was making him crazy, his cock was going to burst before long. Hermione muttered another quick 'divesto', ridding her of the last flimsy clothing she still wore and also getting rid of Lucius' ratty trousers. The feel of his hot, hard cock against her thigh felt so good and as Lucius trailed his fingers even closer to her core, Hermione could do nothing but moan, her body already twitching.

'Lucius, please, I need you inside me, enough playing, please!' Hermione was almost surprised at the desperation in her voice but after all she had been through to get here, she could no longer wait. Not to mention, time would soon run away from them.

Lucius lifted his head from his tireless exploration of her breasts and, seeing her, thighs spread, ready for him excited him even further. Waiting not one moment more, Lucius moved between her thighs, holding her open, resting her legs on his forearms and readying himself to take her.

Moving her legs to encircle his hips, Lucius grabbed his cock and lined himself up. He looked at Hermione, holding her gaze as he started to slide in.

Hermione's eyes rolled back as his thick length pushed into her, stretching her deliciously, filling her up and making her gasp. Lucius bit back a moan as her tight wetness engulfed him.

He wished he could savour the feel of her, take things slow but after so long on his own in this dump, the teasing of this naughty little witch had driven him to the edge. There would be time for that later, when they were free of this place, he could lock her in his mansion and pleasure her at his leisure.

'Lucius...' Hermione's desperate moan called him back to the present, dreams of the future forgotten for now. All that mattered now was here, this gorgeous woman.

He pulled back out, thrusting forward quickly, making Hermione catch her breath. He kept up the quick thrusts, Hermione quickly matching his every move, their lust for each other almost overwhelming.

'Yes, Lucius, harder!' She moaned with every thrust, his cock moving over that one spot inside that drove her wild. Already she could feel her orgasm approaching.

She had never been so quick to come in the past. Obviously she had never found the right man until now. Could she really be thinking this former enemy was the one for her? Enough of those kinds of thoughts, nothing would distract her from this.

Lucius' thrusts grew more frantic, as the tight heat of Hermione started to pulse, a sure sign that she was as close to coming as he was. Desperate to finally make this witch come undone, he thrust harder, making her moans echo down the halls of Azkaban.

'Oh Lucius, yes, yes!' Her nails dug into his back as she finally fell over the edge, exploding into an orgasm that made her see stars. She couldn't contain herself, moaning Lucius' name as her whole body pulsed and shook.

Lucius was entranced by the way Hermione moved, giving in to such passion and as she came, he soon followed, thrusting deep inside her, holding himself there, the pleasure running through his body. They lost themselves in the intense pleasure, savouring the sweet joy of their shared orgasms.

Lucius lay on top of her for a few moments, not giving her all his weight, just enjoying the feel of her beneath him, a witch who actually wanted him, not the name or the money, just him. He had never experienced anything like it and wanted to treasure this memory. Hermione softly kissed his neck, distracting him from his thoughts.

He pulled back to look at her, the soft light making her look so beautiful. Her eyes twinkled, a soft smile on her face, she looked so sated and happy.

He caught her lips in another kiss, soft and tender, his tongue gently meeting hers, her hands running over his back, soothing the scratches she had made before.

Lucius gently pulled out of her and collapsed onto his back, Hermione moving slightly so she could rest her head on his chest. The tight grip of his arm held her close and all she could do was sigh with happiness.

Lucius never wanted to leave. Well, no that was a lie, for he would happily burn Azkaban to the ground. He just wanted her by his side always and nothing would stop him now. His impending release would mean he was free of this place forever. Then he could begin a proper courtship of this wondrous witch.

They knew time would be up soon but they wanted to savour this moment. Everything else melted away as the two lovers rested together, sated and happy, eagerly awaiting the safe confines of Malfoy Manor, where there would be no need for Hazmat suits.


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