LUCKY

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this tale, and receive no proceeds from it. All borrowed courtesy of Ms. J.K. Rowling.

CHAPTER FOUR

It was dark in the large mansion as Hermione wandered through the deserted rooms. She had no idea how she had arrived at Malfoy Mansion. Looking down, she saw that she was wearing an ankle length, sheer nightgown. Fear filtered in with the cold draft that shifted her nightgown restlessly around her legs. Without questioning why, she knew immediately that she needed to hide.

The frightened witch moved silently on bare feet, searching for some secure haven in the eerily silent house. Footsteps echoed down a distant hall. Spurred by this unwelcome sound, Hermione desperately sought some nook that would hide her. Her strained eyes fell upon a partially opened door. She slipped in quickly, grateful the door hinges seemed well oiled.

The room was dark and musty smelling. As her eyes adjusted to the darkened room, Hermione was able to make out the outline of a wardrobe. It would have to do, as there seemed to be little furniture in the room. Stepping into the cramped space, she heard the footsteps growing closer. She could hear them pause occasionally and the sound of doors opening and closing. Whoever it was seemed to be looking for something.

Sitting sideways in the empty wardrobe, the brunette witch could feel the tension thrumming through her body. The footsteps had reached right outside the room she hid. Hermione heard the footsteps enter the room. A whispered ‘Lumos’ sounded. Through the slight gap on the hinged side of the wardrobe door, tendrils of light found their way in.

Hermione began to take shallow breaths. Again, a feeling of foreboding swamped her. She felt that if the wardrobe were opened, her life would be forfeit. Wandless and nearly unclothed did not leave her well equipped to defend herself from her unknown foe. The footsteps left the room and continued down the hall. After a few more tense minutes, Hermione allowed herself to relax. As she sat in the dark debating if she should leave, the wardrobe door was wrenched open, revealing....

Hermione sat up in her solitary bed drenched in sweat. Dragging a hand across her dripping forehead, she realised that she was at home. In her own bed. Goodness, that dream had been frighteningly realistic. She couldn’t help but imagine that the man opening the door was Lucius.

She flopped back against the pillows thankful that it was Saturday. At least she could have nice little lie in without anyone bothering her. Although, she most definitely did not want to continue that dream. Especially, if the possibility existed that it was truly Lucius that haunted her in her nighttime musings.

Lucius. His name lay like a curse on her tongue. The bastard had owled Hermione’s wand to her shortly after she had arrived home. He obviously had not wanted to face her wrath and made sure the portkey no longer worked. If only she had kneed him when she had the chance. The blonde arse wouldn’t have had that smarmy smirk on as she disappeared.

Hermione decided that she might as well get up. Lying here fuming about the imperious wizard was not helping at all. Soon she was in the shower with the warm fall of water washing away her worries. She never used a washcloth, but enjoyed the hedonistic touch of her own hands over her body. Sometimes, she fantasized that she was being ravished against the tiles. Now was not the time for self-pleasuring. The witch knew that if she started, she could easily waste an hour on diddling herself. There were a few things she wanted to nip down to Diagon Alley for today and needed to focus on getting that done first.

Stepping from the shower, she reached for a fluffy towel and wrapped it around herself toga-style. Then reaching for her wand she cast a drying spell on her hair and body. Hermione spent some time lotioning and spelling off any unwanted hairs. Satisfied with her appearance, she hung the damp towel on a stand to spell it dry before dumping it in the hamper.

The brunette witch had never had any hang ups of being nude when alone, so she stepped into her bedroom without a robe. It was natural for her to shriek in surprise when a masculine voice came from the direction of her reading nook.

“My, Hermione. Is that what you’ve hidden under those robes all this time?” Lucius was in Hermione’s chaise, booted feet angled just off the material.

For a minute everything seemed to fade around them. Lucius took in the length of her slender and shapely legs. The image of them strongly clasped around his waist flashed in his mind. Her narrow hips hinted at her youth and not yet fully blossomed womanhood. The idea of her being rounded with his child made him harden. The flare of her tiny waist and the perfect-handfuls of breast nearly broke him. Aware of his straining erection against his silken underpants, Lucius stood slowly.

“Come here,” came the request from the standing blonde.

His silken baritone betrayed his desire. Hermione was still as a stone. Every pore on her seemed to pool with heat under his rapacious eyes. It was as if fire doused her entire self and nothing would put it out, but to touch him. A part of her wanted to strut slowly to him, knowing that every step would only torture them both. But it would also satisfy this urge to touch and be touched.

Feeling a resultant dampness between her thighs, Hermione’s cheeks came flaming into life. Ron had never made her wet with a mere look, regardless of how hot. At the sound of Ron’s name in her head, Hermione swallowed breaking the spell that seemed to have woven between the two antagonists.

Belatedly, she realised that her wand was on the counter in the bathroom. More concerned that she was wandless than Lucius seeing her in the nude, Hermione turned on her heel to re-enter the bathroom. The tall wizard caught her by her midriff, and hauled the struggling witch to her bed. The couple fought until Lucius found himself between Hermione’s legs with one hand clenched on both her wrists.

Seeking to stop her from battling him, Lucius leaned down to kiss her tender neck. He nipped gently at the sweet skin just below her ear. Desire kindled again in Hermione’s nether region. A reluctant moan drifted from her parted lips. The sound enflamed Lucius all the more. He released her hands to tangle his own in her wild mane. Claiming her lips in a searing kiss, Lucius sucked her tongue into his mouth. She was so delicious, her clean and minty taste filling him. He allowed her return the favour, only to lick the roof of her mouth setting the entire orifice tingling.

It was a while before Lucius’ lips trailed down to her peaked nipples. They begged for attention. His hands soon found themselves shaping and teasing the sensitive mounds. Latching onto the left nipple, Lucius had Hermione bucking against him. The feel of her damp core underneath him made Lucius groan silently. The vibration of sound against her breast brought Hermione’s hands to the blonde locks that splayed over her torso.

An insistent knock sounded faintly. Hermione raised dazed eyes to Lucius’. The knocking came again. Pushing against the heavy wizard, Hermione wriggled to move from beneath him. Lucius rolled to the side to allow her freedom. He could only hope that whomever it was would leave quickly so that he could continue this pleasant interlude.

“Just a moment,” called Hermione as she drew the belt on her hastily donned robe. She hurried to the door.

‘Thank God!,’ she thought. ‘Imagine if I had let him shag me. I seem to have no self-control with him.’ This realisation really pissed off Hermione as she prided herself in being control of herself and her emotions the majority of the time. This untimely attraction would have to end.

Reaching the door, she asked, “Who is it?” It was with surprise that she admitted Ginny into the flat. Thanking whatever deity had prompted her to shut her bedroom door, Hermione led Ginny to her small kitchen for a cup of tea.

“I’m very glad to see you, Ginny. How have you been? How’s Harry?” Hermione pulled out cups from the cupboards.

Ginny bit her lip for a moment, then replied, “We’re both fine. I...I just had to see you.” At this the redheaded witch looked down at her twisting hands. Seeming to gather her courage, her words fell from her lips rapidly, “I’m so sorry Hermione that I screamed at you. I just felt to angry that you would not be with Ron. It’s always been my wish that the two of you be together. I’ve considered you my sister for so long, it was like you were leaving me. Can you forgive me, Hermione? Please?”

Hermione dropped the cups on the table and reached over to hug Ginny tightly. Wiping tears from Ginny’s face, she let loose a rather wobbly smile.

“How could anyone resist this face?” she said jokingly. “Of course I forgive you.”

Ginny’s own tremulous smile appeared, “Thank you, Hermione. I felt so wretched afterwards that I just could have kicked myself. It took really talking to Harry to see that I was being rather selfish.”

The two settled in for a chat. Hermione prayed that Lucius would have the sense to stay put for the time being. Luckily, he did, and the girls parted promising to floo each other as soon as they could again.

It was not with little trepidation that Hermione returned to her bedroom. Lucius was fast asleep on her bed. Even in his relaxed pose he epitomized masculine grace. His hands were behind his head, with his arms forming wings at the side. His legs were crossed at the ankle. Only the slackness of his lower lip gave away that he was asleep. Hermione quickly entered the bathroom to retrieve her wand.

Walking over to Lucius’ prone form, she prodded him with her wand. His eyes snapped opened. The grey orbs weren’t clouded with sleep, but alert and assessing.

“Attacking an unarmed wizard is a serious offense, Miss Granger. I would hate to see my newly affianced witch rotting in Azkaban.” Pushing her wand aside with disdain, he sat up.

Hermione realized that Lucius did not take her seriously. He thought her soft and unthreatening. Hermione hated being underestimated. It was pure rage that had her whisper, “Incarcerous.”

Lucius’ stunned expression was priceless. Finding himself magically bound to Hermione’s bed was not what constituted an afternoon of fun to him.

The subsequent, “ Silencio,” cut off Lucius’ gasp. His silently cursing mouth made Hermione’s lips twitch in repressed mirth.

She left him to dress herself. She could feel his eyes tracking her movements as she released her robe. No doubt discovering for himself her lack of posterior. Hermione wiggled into little white knickers and a matching brassiere. She didn’t want him to know about her mismatch collection of underthings. Pulling on a neat skirt with a pretty blouse, Hermione sat down at her vanity to put up her hair.

While Hermione completed her toilette, Lucius imagined shoving everything off the vanity to prop Hermione on top of it. The thought of screwing the witch amid the destruction of all her geegaws made his mouth dry. Or better yet, fucking that prim little mouth until it was full of his seed. What sweet retribution for her unwarranted hexing. Even bound and silenced, Lucius couldn’t seem to gain control of his runaway libido.

Hermione realised that she needed to allow Lucius to speak so that she could find out what he was doing in her flat. Once the spell was removed, Lucius just lay there staring at her. Not a peep from him. He was patient, and knew better than to tip his hand to his enemy.

“Why are you here Mr. Malfoy, and how did you get in my flat?” Hermione sat at the foot of the bed, her eyes watching him closely.

“I came to invite you to lunch. I didn’t think you would read any owls I sent, so I thought coming in person would be better. Our betrothal authorised me to connect our floos.” At the last pronouncement, Lucius looked at her challengingly, his cool grey eyes daring her to disbelieve him.

Hermione considered his words. Yes, it was likely that she would have ignored his owls for a day or two. But if she had known that the floos were connected, last night would have had a much different ending.

“Fine, I’ll have lunch with you. But if you try anything funny, the next time I bind you won’t be so painless.” Hermione made to release Lucius, but his response stopped her wand midwave.

“Do you promise, Hermione.” His pale eyes glinted with amusement as his voice dropped an octave, “I can promise you that when I bind you, it will hurt. But it will be a good hurt.”

For a moment, Hermione saw herself bound to the bed, spreadeagled with Lucius riding her roughly. Nostrils flared to gather the oxygen that was suddenly short, Hermione turned so that Lucius could not see her reaction to his open sexuality. There was no way she could remain betrothed to him. It was obvious he intended to have her. Closing her eyes, she fought against the stark desire that flooded her veins. This would not do at all. She would have to find a way to avoid giving in to Lucius. Perhaps there was a potion for creating female impotence. She would have to look into that.

Turning to her prisoner once again, Hermione realized that she would be in danger of his continued seduction if she did not do something now.

“Lucius, I’m sure you do not want to make this situation permanent. You know that any form of contraceptive is forbidden between betrothed couples. Scrimgeour in his wisdom saw to that. Our other problem is that I am still chaste. I’m sure you would not want to be saddled with a muggleborn wife. Especially, one without sexual experience. Now, I’m certain a wizard like you can easily find a sexual partner to expend all that pent up energy upon whilst we are engaged. Please do so as soon as possible.” Hermione made sure to look her most fearsome. She did not want him to think that she enjoyed this inconvenient attraction.

Lucius smirked inwardly at Hermione’s monologue. She was so busy fighting her own desires that she didn’t realise how transparent she was. She was more than ripe for the plucking. Miss Granger was a plum that had fallen into his lap, and he was determined he would enjoy every juicy bite. Little did she know, she would have less rights as a wife than a betrothed. Perhaps, marrying the mudblood would be worth considering.

“Miss Granger, just release me. I’m famished and fast losing patience with you. I’ve no inclination to engage in any type of sexual activity on an empty belly.” Lucius sounded tired and thoroughly irritated.

Finally releasing the disgruntled wizard, Hermione stepped back involuntarily. Lucius reached for her arm with a dampening look.

“Settle down. We’re apparating to ‘Hadden’s’ for lunch. I have a table reserved.” Lucius held fast to her arm as he explained. Hermione relaxed and the couple completed the side-along apparition.

Hermione saw that they had indeed arrived at the popular restaurant. They were seated shortly with many eyes following their progress to a much envied table. They had privacy in their nook, but could see most of the other diners with ease. The cat was out the proverbial bag. Looking up, Hermione could see Pansy Parkinson bearing down on them. By her thunderous expression, Hermione could tell that this would not be a pleasant encounter.

A.N. I never leave these types of cliffies. But my children are hungry and I have a report that I have to finish for work tonight.