Diamond in the Rough

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She landed in the entrance hall in Malfoy manor. Before her stood a very old house elf who quickly told her his name was Twilby and asked her if she would care to follow him into the library where the master was waiting for her. Nodding to the little elf, she entered into a grand foyer and took in the enormous staircase that curved up to the second story.


The coffered ceiling had to be as high as the Great Hall at Hogwarts and were those painted nymphs flying around a colossal crystal chandelier? Good Gods. The expansive marble floor had the green and silver Malfoy Crest emblazoned front and center in the middle of the floor. Shaking her head she thought no one would ever accuse Malfoy of being subtle in regards to his affluence and aristocraticy. The pampered ponce.


The little elf knocked on what she assumed was the library door and announced that Miss Granger had arrived. He held the door open for Hermione as she walked into the room. She gasped as she walked in. The library was enormous to say the least, decorated in dark oak, green velvets and brown leather. A massive oak desk was set back near a large arched glass window on the left. Another large arched glass window was on the right. In between the arched windows was a huge oak cabinet which held a multitude of crystal decanters, glasses and what looked like champagne chilling in a silver ice bucket.


Directly in front of her was a very large and elaborately carved fireplace. A plush leather chair and sofa were in front of the gigantic hearth. On either side of the fireplace, bookcases lined the walls from floor to ceiling. An actual sliding ladder was set to the right of the bookshelves. Hermione couldn’t help herself. She began to walk towards the bookcases to eagerly peruse the leather bound tomes that lined the walls.


He silently watched her. He sneered as he took in her clothing. He eschewed muggle clothing, it was so common and vulgar. Though he had to admit without her robes obscuring her from his view, he could now see that her body was petite, dainty and curvy. Those awful muggle denim pants emphasized an unbelievably pert, little bottom that he wanted to sink his teeth into. He felt himself grow hard as he stared at her backside. Enough of this, she had dressed this way deliberately to provoke him. What the Hell was she playing at?


“I do recall Miss Granger, that in my owl to you, I did mention that dinner was formal.”


She jumped slightly, she had forgotten he was somewhere in the room. She hadn’t seen him when she entered into the library so entranced she had become by the multitude of books that lined the many shelves. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and turned to face him.


She snapped a bubble at him and pushed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. “So I read.” She said nonchalantly.


She snapped another bubble at him, chomping hard as she took him in. He was wearing dark gray formal robes that were obviously custom cut to accentuate his long, muscular body. He leaned against a staircase that wound up to another floor where Hermione could see even more book-lined shelves. He had on an embroidered silver waist coat that emphasized his slim waist and hips. His hair was pulled back into a queue showcasing his beautifully sculpted features. His cold grey eyes took in her boots and slowly travelled up her slim legs to her chopstick secured hair centering on her face when she popped her bubblegum yet again.


“No matter, would you care for a drink?” He walked over to the oak cabinet.


She frowned slightly, she had been hoping for a little more of a reaction from him on what she wore. She was so sure the bubblegum would send him completely over the edge.


He poured chilled champagne into two crystal flutes. As he poured the drinks she decided to flop down into the sumptuous leather chair next to the fireplace. She threw one leg over the arm of the chair and bounced it lightly against the leather. He turned towards her and stilled for a moment as he took in her small body sprawled lazily in his favorite chair. Slowly he walked towards her and handed her a glass then seated himself across from her on the couch.


“Are we celebrating?” She asked as she watched him seat himself and look at her appraisingly.


“Our match of course,” he replied coolly. He raised his glass to her. The haughty, self-absorbed git.


She snapped her gum at him again and took a deep swig of her champagne. “Oh joy.” She said as she made eye contact with him.


“Miss Granger, it is polite to join someone in a toast especially when the toast includes you.” She popped her gum at him.


He lounged back against the cushions and gazed at her with those cold grey eyes. He knew she was trying to goad him and as much as he was becoming aggravated by her right now he refused to give her the satisfaction of reacting. The damned chit.


Twilby came in and announced dinner was ready. Lucius stood up, “After you Miss Granger.”


Hermione bounced up from the chair downed the remaining champagne then threw her glass into the fireplace. Lucius stood staring at her with his mouth hanging open. “Just participating in the toast Mr. Malfoy. I certainly wouldn’t want to be rude.” She snapped that accursed gum at him again as she walked by him.


He set his glass on a small side table next to the couch and waved a quick reparo at the now shattered crystal flute then accioed it and placed it down next to his glass. Grinding his teeth he quickly followed after her.


She was just seating herself at the dining room table as he entered into the room. She took in the silver threaded damask table linens, silverware and crystal. She pulled her bubblegum out of her mouth and stuck it to the side of her water goblet. She then picked up the loaf of bread from the silver bread basket, pulled off an end piece and tossed the remaining loaf back into the basket. Dipping her bread into her soup she watched his reaction surreptitiously under her long lashes.


The austere platinum wizard was staring at her again with his mouth opening and closing. She smiled to herself thinking he reminded her of a fish with his mouth opening and closing like that.


“The soup is delish, Mr. Malfoy,” she said amiably as she licked and sucked on her fingers after eating the soup-soaked bread. She then proceeded to pick up her chicken, pulling the meat off with her teeth. As she finished a leg, she tossed the bone onto the empty bread dish. If there was one thing she could thank Ron for right now, it was his atrocious table manners. She was pretty sure she was emulating him down to every last disgusting slurp of food.


Lucius was not known to be a patient man. From her appalling muggle attire, that damn gum snapping, and her abysmal table manners, he had had enough. He stood up and strode over to where Hermione sat.


“You are done eating, Miss Granger.” He seized her arm and pulled her up towards him.


“What no dessert?” she said as she stumbled to stand.


“To allow you dessert would imply you deserve it.”


“Wait my gum.”


“You will leave it where it is Miss Granger,” he clamped his hand on her wrist and apparated her to his bed chamber. With a wave of his hand he closed and locked the door.


Hermione slowly inched her way over to the chaise lounge placed in front of the fireplace. She was looking to put a wee bit distance between herself and the now irate wizard.


“I can only assume Miss Granger that you provided that little entertainment downstairs especially for my benefit.” She was only just now noticing that when he was truly angry, his elegant nose flared and he appeared to be grinding his teeth.


“Are you feeling alright Mr. Malfoy? You looking a little flushed.” Hermione said flippantly as she watched him squeeze his hands into fists.


She pretended to look around the room, but was very aware of where he stood. “Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think it is at all appropriate for me to be in your bed chamber. After all, we aren’t married…yet.” She said with saccharine sweetness.


He narrowed his eyes at her. “Appropriate, you come to my home in those disgusting clothes and then proceed to showcase appalling behavior before and during dinner and you want to discuss what is appropriate?” He said silkily to her as he slowly walked towards her.


Tapping her finger to her chin, “Gee, this conversation sounds remarkably similar to our little talk yesterday. I’m bored. I think our evening has come to a close.”


“I believe our evening has only gotten started,” his voice low and quiet.


She knew he was gearing himself up to pounce, she could practically feel his energy beginning to coil. She made a feint to the right and sprang to the left when he made his move. She darted over to the other side of the room so now that massive bed was between them. She desperately started looking for other avenues of escape as he made his way towards the large bed.


In a rash decision she scooped up a small circular side table and threw at him with all her might. Because he wasn’t expecting the petite, little witch to actually pick up a piece of furniture and throw it at him, he was caught off guard and didn’t have time to duck, the table hit him square on the side of the head, stunning him briefly, and promptly dropped him to his knees.


She grabbed her wand from her inside leg pocket and did a quick alohomora on the door. She dashed into the hallway. Stumbling after her, one hand on the side of his head, he leaned against the doorway and watched her sprint down the hall. He quickly shot a trip jinx her way and smiled nastily as she fell. She twisted her body so she fell facing him and cast expelliarmus which he easily deflected with a protego charm.


She quickly cast incarcerous which he ducked but it forced him to hit the wall and caused him to fall against the carpet. While he was down Hermione was up and running again for the stairway. She threw a glisseo at the stairway, the stairs flattened and she threw herself down the ramp. He smiled wickedly and apparated.


As she slid towards the foyer she angled her body and waved her wand so the ramp became a stairway again as soon as she slid onto the marble floor.


She heard a loud pop and was stopped abruptly as she slid right into two very long, immoveable, masculine legs. She looked up into blazing blue grey eyes. His hair had come undone from its queue and he was disheveled and breathing hard but looking triumphant as he looked down at her. An odd thought popped into her brain, he looked remarkably attractive all unkempt and tousled.


She began to sit up and promptly fell forward trying to reach for her wand when he leaned down and plucked it from her fingers, tucking it inside his waistcoat. She turned and started to scramble away from him on all fours and slipped on the marble floor. He walked over to her and reached down clasping her with one hand by the seat of her jeans. He easily threw her over his left shoulder, bracing her legs with his left hand so she wouldn’t kick him with those disgustingly muggle boots of hers. He knew she wasn’t going down without a fight and didn’t want to be emasculated by a wayward kick.


She pounded her fists into his back and he hauled his right hand back and smacked her very hard on her bottom, she stilled. “Miss Granger, I believe we need to have a little chat.” And with that, he apparated them back to his bed chamber.


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