Girl Talk

Scenario 4: In the Dragon’s Den









“Bloody arrogant wizard!” Hermione muttered as she gathered up the last of her financials regarding the Knockturn Alley beautification project. She shoved all of the sketches, bids and various proposals into her leather satchel and donned her cloak. She was expected at Malfoy Manor, in the dragon’s den, for a meeting and she refused to be late.







They had business to discuss regarding the project and since Lucius was the benefactor she had to meet with him often. However, he had decided he was sick of meeting in her ’pathetic little excuse for an office’ and insisted that all future meetings be held in his which conveniently was in his home.









She had no doubts in her mind about why he wanted to conduct business in his home, after work hours. She didn’t know exactly what to call what was going on between them. She would say they were just having sex, but there seemed to be more to it than that, yet she didn’t want to say they were dating either. The best she could come up with when Ginny asked her was it’s complicated.







Her mind spinning, Hermione made her way into a private hall used by Ministry employees lined on either side by floo connections. He had told her to floo directly to his study that afternoon after tea. She pressed her wand to the dispenser near the entrance and held her hand beneath the nozzle as the floo powder trickled into her hand.







She took a deep breath and stepped up to the first large opening. She stepped inside and threw the powder at her feet.







“Lucius Malfoy’s study, Malfoy Manor.” She said as the green flames began to swirl and she was pulled through the network. She kept her eyes closed as she did during most magical travel, especially if it involved flying. When she opened them again she was standing inside an enormous hearth staring into an elaborately decorated study.







She stepped through, yelping when a sudden blast of air blew the dust and soot from her clothes and skin as she did so. She heard the low chuckle and turned towards the sound to see Lucius leaning back in a large leather chair behind his desk. She shivered, unable to stop herself. It happened every time she saw him, the shocked awareness, the tingle that traveled up her spine and caused her skin to prickle. It should have eased up some, but it hadn’t, if anything it was more intense and she was becoming frightened of it.







“Are you going to stand there staring at me all night?” He asked. Her cheeks heated and she walked towards him.







“This could have been handled at my office, during actual working hours.” She grouched.







“No, it couldn’t. Your office is small and…homely. This is much nicer and far more comfortable for conducting business.” He said.







“For you.” Hermione laid her satchel on the glossy surface of his desk. She was looking around for someplace to sit when she realized that there wasn’t one. “Lucius…where are the chairs?” She could see indentations on the rug where chairs had obviously sat previously.







“Being recovered.” He said with a quirk if his lips. She frowned and went across the room, pulling her wand as she did. She intended to bring one of the large wing-backed chairs over but he stopped her. “Do you always rearrange other people’s furniture?”







She closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath before she glanced back over her shoulder at him.





“Alright, how about we conduct the meeting over here?” She said, indicating the grouping of chairs and sofas in front of the hearth.









“I do business at my desk, Hermione.” He said.







“Alright, the chairs are being recovered and you don’t want me rearranging the room so where do you suggest I sit?” She asked, her fist on one hip while she tapped her wand against her thigh.







Lucius pushed away from his desk and laid his hands on the arms of his chair.







“Have a seat.” He drawled.







“I am not sitting on your lap, Lucius. We need to go over the project not…..not….play big boss and naughty secretary in your study.” She snapped.







“Fine, stand then.” He said with a shrug as he slid back beneath the desk. “Show me what you have.” Hermione stood in front of his desk and began laying the documents out in front of her. “Am I to read them upside down then? Come around here and let us look things over, I promise not to bite you…yet.”







“Are you going to take this seriously?” She asked, looking at him warily.









“Very seriously, now come around here.” He said, reaching across the desk for her hand and pulling her around to stand beside him. He began looking at some of the financials, his hand moving up to stroke lightly along the curve of her hip. The intimacy of the situation was not lost on her. The soft show of affection was very sweet, and very proprietary.









She jumped when the tinkling sounds of music began drifting from her satchel.







“Why is your bag singing?” Lucius asked, staring at her bag.







“It’s my mobile…I’m a little surprised it’s working I usually cant get a signal in magical households.” She muttered.







“Bloody muggle nuisance.” He said frowning. “Well make it stop!”







Hermione leaned across the desk for her bag and withdrew the black and silver mobile phone and stared at the illuminated face.







“It’s Ginny.” She said, biting her lip. “Excuse me for a moment.” She said, flipping open the phone and pressing it to her ear. “Hello, Gin, what can I do for you?”







Lucius leaned back in his chair and watched her. He despised the mobile phone. It wasn’t that he despised all muggle technology, some of it was useful and rather interesting, but the mobile phone was a menace. They interrupted meetings and disturbed him when he tried to dine. His son carried one and was constantly pressing buttons and sending messages with it. Whoever had invented the technology should be crucio’d repeatedly. Even better would be if someone randomly walked in to a meeting or a restaurant while he was eating and crucio’d him, then perhaps he would see what kind of public nuisance he had created.







However, one benefit was that it distracted the witch. The hand on her hip tightened as he pushed back his chair and pulled her over to stand in front of him. He admired the soft curves of her backside, running his hands over the firm cheeks, squeezing and kneading. She reached behind her to swat his hands away but he would not be deterred.









”Do you want to meet for drinks?” Ginny asked. Hermione bit her lip when she felt Lucius’s hands on her rear.







“I can’t, I have a meeting.” Hermione said, swatting behind her at the wizard’s roaming hands.







”This late? Work hours are over…oh, wait…it’s with Malfoy isn’t it?” She could hear the amusement in Ginny’s voice, and feel Lucius’s hands sliding over her back.







“Well…yes.” She whimpered slightly, the sound escaping her involuntarily when she felt him stand up and press full against her back.







”What was that? Did you just moan? OH MY GODS, are you…doing it?” Ginny was whispering and Hermione heard her shuffling around, then the tell tale click of a door as she clearly found someplace more private to hold the conversation.







“No…we aren’t…hang on.” Hermione tucked the phone into her chest when Lucius gathered her hair in his hands and shoved it all over one shoulder. He was kissing the back of her neck and causing her pulse to race. “Lucius, I am on the phone.”







“Don’t mind me….keep talking.” He purred in her ear as his hands began tugging up the skirt of her dress. “No matter what, keep talking to your friend.”







Hermione closed her eyes, unable to fight the hot wave of desire rushing through her. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t normal for a man to affect a woman so deeply, to make her wet and needy for him within moments of seeing her. She put the phone back to her ear, her eyes closed as she let him have free reign over her body.







“Okay, Gin, sorry about….uh…that.” Hermione said into the mouthpiece, trying not to react to the fingers dancing around the sides of her ribcage and around to cup her breasts.







”Don’t be sorry, I heard what he said…kinky bastard isn’t he?” Hermione could barely manage to issue a strained Uh huh as the front of her dress was slowly unbuttoned and warm fingers crept their way inside. ”So…does this happen a lot? The two of you getting it on while someone else listens?”









“No…never.” She said, trying not to gasp into the phone when he pinched her nipples.







”Damn Hermione, I have never been so jealous in my life. Don’t take this wrong but this is really hot…” Hermione gasped when she felt his hands beneath her skirt, tugging her panties down a little roughly. ”Alright, I’m going to help you out here since he wants you to keep talking and obviously you are quickly losing all capability for coherent thought. So…you are going to listen while I tell you about my day, and I am going to pretend not to be listening to you and Malfoy going at it.”







“Okay.” She practically screamed it as his fingers slid between her slick nether lips. While Lucius stroked her, nibbling her neck and shoulders Hermione tried to listen to Ginny telling her about her day and the argument she had with her boss. She wasn’t doing a very good job of it.







Lucius turned her in his arms and set her up on the desk. She braced herself with one hand behind her while holding the phone with the other. She muttered the occasional yes, really, oh wow but she had no real idea what was being said, the only thing she could focus on was the man standing between her thighs unfastening his trousers with a naughty gleam in his eyes.







He pressed the tip of his aroused cock against her wet, hungry opening and then surprised her when he took the phone from her and pressed it to his ear.







“Hello, Ms. Weasley.” He said, sliding oh so slowly inside her. “How are you this evening?”







”From the sounds of things I’m not having nearly as much fun as the two of you.” she laughed. Lucius smiled. Hermione couldn’t help but moan as he pulled back just as slowly as he entered then thrust forward once more.







“Ah yes, business is business.” He drawled, swiveling his hips slightly on the inward thrust making her cry out sharply. “And business is good.”







”Sounds like it.” Ginny said, wishing it were her playing naughty games instead of hiding in her parent’s cupboard listening.







“How about I have Hermione ring you later, Ms. Weasley? She is a bit indisposed at the moment.” Lucius said, a sudden urgency began to rise up inside him and his patience was faltering. He closed the phone with a click, not bothering to say goodbye before he chucked it across the room. It slid over the hardwood floor and crashed into the stones surrounding the fireplace. “Now it’s just the two of us.”







Hermione knew she was lost, there was no use fighting him, fighting herself. She wanted him, wanted what he could make her feel even if it were fleeting. She began pulling roughly at the buttons on his shirt, several of the tearing loose and clicking across the wooden floor. His eyes flashed, his arousal increasing with her aggressive behavior.







“You enjoyed that didn’t you, little wanton?” He purred, letting her go only long enough to tear his arms from the now ruined silk of his shirt. It was the first time she had shown a desire to be the aggressor. All of their previous encounters had been because of him, because he had initiated it, controlled every aspect of their joining, just the way her liked it. However, there was something to be said for the feel of a woman’s hands tearing at his clothes, taking what she wanted.







He could feel her pulsing around him at his words. Her hands were smoothing over his shoulders to grip his biceps hard as he fucked into her, his thrusts slow and hard. He pushed her back slightly so he could see between them, watching as his cock slid in and out of her wet, pink core. She was watching too, whimpering and convulsing around the thick length of him with every push and pull.







She looked so beautiful lying there, her dress completely unbuttoned and spread open, a cup of her lacy bra pulled down to bare one beautiful, tightly peaked breast, a soft pink flush moving over her chest and neck. She was close, very close when his arms slipped around her waist, locking her tightly to him as he pulled her up into his arms and moved away from the desk.







Lucius prayed his trousers wouldn’t fall completely to tangle around his knees and trip him up as he moved around the desk and across the room, his cock still buried tightly inside her when he pushed her up against the stone fireplace briefly. Her legs were like a vise around his hips as she began using the muscles in her thighs to lift and lower her body over his, riding him for her pleasure.







She was learning quickly to be selfish, something he was proud to have taught her. He held her tightly with one arm around her waist, his other hand reaching for the stone mantel to anchor him as he began to push up into her over and over again.







“Lucius…”







“Say it…tell me what you want…” He growled.









“I need more.” She pleaded, her nails digging into his upper back. “More of you.”









He spun away from the fireplace and quickly fell with her to one of the leather sofas, careful not to hurt her with his weight. He pulled one leg up so that it rested along the beautifully curved back of the couch and her other leg was splayed as wide as he could without hurting her with her foot on the floor.







“More? Is this what you need?” He asked pushing inside her, deeper than he had ever been before. Her eyes opened wide and a shrill cry of surprise escaped her lips. “Too much?” He whispered, concern pushing the heat from his eyes momentarily. He didn’t want to hurt her, never that.







“Different…intense.” She said, hands sliding down his back to slip beneath his trousers and cup his firm arse, pulling him into her as she lifted her hips, rolling them against him with a loud moan.







“Take all of me.” He groaned, watching as her eyes clenched tight and her head rolled to the side, her face turning away from him as he plumbed her silky sheathe with slow, deep rotations of his hips against hers. He lowered his body fully over her, his torso pressed firmly to hers. He trailed biting, sucking kisses along the tight tendons of her neck as she strained beneath him, her cries echoing off of the paneled walls of his study.







Hermione couldn’t think, there was no room for thought as she filled to bursting by the beautiful wizard laboring over her. He was so deep inside her she felt branded, the burning pleasure/pain marking her for life as he bottomed out inside her again and again. With every thrust inside her she lost another piece of herself to him, soon he would own her, not just in body but in soul.







“I…oh….I’m…I’m coming!” She whispered, stunned by the intensity of the pleasure beginning to bear down on her.







“That’s it, come undone for me.” He thrust harder, angling his hips up so that with each pass inside her the top of his cock brushed over new and sensitized flesh.







“LuciusLuciusLuciusLucius…” His name was a barely coherent litany spilling from her lips as she went over the precipice, her body clutching and sucking at his voraciously as he thrust towards his own release, pulsing and spilling inside her with a ragged groan.







“You are addictive, like opium, my sweet little witch.” He whispered breathlessly into her ear. A thready whimper was her reply as they lay in a sweaty, sated tangle on his leather sofa.









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Hermione was hot, sweaty and tired as she lay stretched out across Lucius’s bed. They had dozed briefly on his sofa before they began sticking to the leather surface and Lucius’s stomach began to protest in hunger. He called for a house elf that popped into the room and promptly screamed in surprise at catching the Master half naked and lying atop a nearly nude witch in the study.







Lucius yelled at the creature then ordered that supper be brought to his rooms. He laughed when he saw Hermione flush in embarrassment.







“He’s a servant, don’t worry about his opinion.” Lucius said, kissing her lips gently. “Besides, I pulled your dress closed, he didn’t see anything.”







“But he knows what we’ve been doing in here!” She said with a frown. “Elves gossip you know.”







“Do you care who knows you share my bed?”









“Do you?”









“No, I don’t.” He said with a smile. “Now, how about we actually get you into my bed.” Without another word he apparated them to his bedchamber where they shared a bath and then dinner before retiring to his bed. What they didn’t do, however, was go to sleep.







The sheets were tangled around them as they moved together on the plush mattress. Lucius had her spread sideways in the bed, her head and shoulders hanging off the edge as he ploughed into her with enough force to jar her teeth. She lost count of how many times he had brought her to orgasm in the previous hour and it seemed she was in for a long night as he didn’t seem be tiring.







She could barely focus her vision as he mastered her body, his cock an instrument of sheer torture and unadulterated pleasure as he made her cry out with every plunge. From her inverted position off the edge of his bed she could see the door and she held her breath when she saw the knob turning slowly.







“Father, are you in here?” Draco Malfoy peered around the doors edge. He should have slammed the door, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe as he stared at the scene before him in disbelief. His father on his knees between the wide open thighs of a woman, sheets tangled around their hips, bodies covered in sweat as he plunged into her over and over. “Granger?” Hermione couldn’t help it, the minute he said her name, recognized her as the being writhing beneath his father she came and came hard, her scream echoing off the walls as her body jackknifed and she wrapped her arms around Lucius’s neck.







“Draco, could you excuse us and wait for me in my study?” Lucius addressed his son breathlessly, amused by the stunned look on the younger man’s face. No doubt Draco thought him an old man, shriveled and impotent, way past his prime sexually. Poor lad, if he only knew that a wizard didn’t reach his sexual peak until his early hundreds and didn’t really begin to lose his sex drive until he was approaching his second century.





Draco couldn’t find words to answer, his father’s comments barely registering as he stared in disbelief at his parent cradling the exhausted witch against his chest, pulling the blankets up and shielding her from his view. Silent, in shock and wondering if he had gone mad, Draco backed slowly out of the master bedchamber and closed the door.









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Draco tossed back a glass of fire whiskey quickly, hissing as it burned down his throat to warm his belly before refilling the glass and carrying it to the sofa. He looked up when his father entered dressed in a pair of Egyptian cotton sleep pants, his dressing gown and a pair of leather slippers.







“When did you get back from Paris?” Lucius asked as he approached his son and plucked the glass from his hand. “You’ve already had one, Draco.”







“I got back earlier today and after what I just witnessed I need more than one.” He said, shaking his head as though trying to clear the images of Lucius and Hermione from his memory.







“You entered my bedchamber uninvited, Draco; you have no one to blame but yourself.” Lucius said unrepentantly.







“How long have you two been…erm….whatever it is you are doing?” Draco’s stomach turned a little. No one wanted to picture their parents as sexual beings he certainly did not wish to witness it.







“A little more than a month.” Lucius said.









“But Granger? She’s my age, Father!” Draco said, flopping back onto the sofa.









“Your point?” Lucius asked, one brow arched high. “I have no issue with her age nor her with mine. Seems she prefers an older wizard, the younger ones in her past were such a disappointment to her.”







Draco’s face turned so red his pale hair fairly glowed against his skin. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and averted his eyes from his father.







“She told you.”







“I overheard.” Lucius said. “I couldn’t sit back and do nothing, I had to make amends and remove the mark on the family honor.” Lucius sipped the drink he had pilfered from his son. “Really, Draco, taking a woman to your bed and leaving her wanting? Bad form, Son, bad form.”







“We were drunk…” Draco attempted to defend himself but Lucius raised his hand to silence him.







“It doesn’t matter, the situation has been rectified and the witch is quite happy with the way things have turned out.” Lucius smirked, setting the glass on the table and standing up. “Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get back to my companion.”







“Is she even breathing?” Draco snorted, the witch’s scream ringing in his ears still as the memory of her going limp played through his mind. Lucius stopped at the door and stared back over his shoulder at his child. Smug little prat, isnt he? he thought.







“She’s breathing easily now, she will come around soon enough, she doesn’t stay unconscious long.” He said silkily.









“Unconscious? You shagged a witch unconscious?” Draco was appalled, his father should not be fornicating to the point that women were fainting in his bed.







“What can I say? A real wizard has that affect on a woman.” Lucius said just before he opened the door and left his son sputtering on the sofa.











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So of course Lucius was going to rub Draco’s nose in it at some point!! And Draco really shouldn’t enter bedrooms uninvited….you never know what you could walk in on. SO thanks for reading!! I will continue to post new scenarios when they strike me…..another one is slowly forming as I continue working on other projects. =)