Adventurous Hearts Part III: Merlin's Tomb

Chapter 4: The Angry Tango







Hermione could feel the anger and jealousy radiating off of Lucius as he pulled her roughly against him. She met his glare straight on, refusing to back down or allow him to make her feel as if she were a misbehaved child. The heavy beat of a tango began to play and Lucius began leading her across the floor.







“Why are you here with my son?” He asked.









“Because he invited me to dinner and I accepted.” She said. His body nearly vibrated with tension and she knew he was barely in control.









“What were you doing at my house?”









“I came to see you.” Hermione said, her brows lifting. “But you were on a date.”









“What did you want to see me for?” He spun her expertly on the floor and brought her back against him hard, his grip on her hand almost painful. It seemed more like a battle than a dance.







“It doesn’t matter now.” She said with a tight smile. “You have obviously moved on.”







“Don’t play games with me, witch, you’ve never been coy before so don’t start now. Say what you want to say.” He said, the hand at the small of her back jerking her tight against him. They were drawing the attention of the other patrons but didn’t seem to care.









“You don’t deserve to hear what I came to tell you.” She said, her eyes narrowing. He growled and she smiled, she leaned in close, her lips nearly touching his. “I came to be with you.” She said, rolling her hips against his to the dance, putting a little more contact into the move than was proper.







“I thought you were with Severus.” He said, his stomach tightening and his cock swelling. “I saw you with him the morning we left, you were kissing him.”







“I was kissing him as my lover goodbye, I had just told him…” She was grinding her teeth, her eyes flashing with anger.







“Just told him what?” Lucius demanded, his fingers digging into her waist, his breath coming in harsh, hot puffs against her lips.







“I told him that I was in love with you, but he already knew that.” She said, trying to force her way out of his arms but Lucius wasn’t having it, he tightened his hold on her and jerked her close.







“What did you say?” He whispered harshly, sure he had misheard her.







“I said that I love you.” She snapped. “Not that you deserve it after the way you treated me that day in the court room.”









“I thought you chose Sev, damn it, I was trying to do the honorable thing.” He said.







“Well don’t! Stick to what you know.” She snapped. “You hurt me, Lucius.”









“I didn’t mean to.” He said, his voice softening, his grip loosening. “I just thought you chose him.”







“Maybe if I had known what an idiot you are I would have.” She spat.







“Don’t say that.” He said quietly. “Forgive me.”









“You are here with someone else, Lucius; you should get back to her.” Hermione said as the music stopped. “And I should get back to Draco.”







“I don’t give a damn about either of them right now.” He said as he grasped her upper arm. “Come with me.”





Lucius pulled her from the floor, moving quickly towards the cloak room.









“Lucius! We can’t just leave!” She said, looking back over her shoulder at a smiling Draco. The prat actually lifted his hand and waved.







Lucius pulled her through the door and through the rows of outerwear to the back. He stood staring down at her for a few moments, his nostrils flaring. He couldn’t believe she had said it.







“For Circe’s sake, Lucius, we just deserted the people we came with! And you call me rude!” Hermione said.







“Did you mean it?” He asked.







“Did I mean what?”







“When you said you love me, did you mean it?” He asked more firmly. Hermione looked up at him, saw the intensity in his gaze and her anger slipped away. She was being stubborn; a bitch as it were because she hated that he had gone out with another.







“Yes, Lucius, I mean it, I love you.” She said softly. “I haven’t been with Severus since we left the island, not sexually. I gave him up, for you.”







He didn’t know what to say. He knew he should say something but his tongue felt twisted inside his mouth. Heat washed over him as he basked in her words, despite their angry delivery. She loved him. He reached out for her, his hands gripping her upper arms. He pulled her close, a little more forcefully than he intended because she teetered on the spindly heels of her shoes and fell forward.







“Say it again.” He whispered roughly. Hermione’s arms were bent, trapped between them and pinned against his chest. She stared at him, the part of her that was still upset wished to hold back the words he wanted so desperately, but she couldn’t, not after all the misconceptions and the time apart. She needed to tell him, to show him how she felt. How wrong the world was when they said she was cold and incapable of love, because she felt it in spades when she was with him.







“I love you.” She said again, fighting the urge to make a smart assed remark to cover her own vulnerability. Not that she would have had the opportunity because before she got the chance to even steal her next breath her lips were covered with his. He wasn’t out to seduce her with his kiss; he was out to possess her with it. The gentle, tender exploration that was his usual modus operandi was shoved aside as he took without quarter. His lips were pressing hard into hers, his tongue demanding, and not requesting entry.







She wriggled her arms free, locking them around his shoulders as she met his kiss with ferocity of her own. She bit his bottom lip gently and he groaned, his hands sliding down the satin dress to curve over her bottom and pull her closer, pressing her into his erection and grinding his hips against her. She lifted one leg, hooking her thigh over his hip as he pressed her back into the rack of outerwear.







Not thinking about their location, he expected to find purchase and instead sent them tumbling through the various garments and onto the floor, pulling a rather large number of cloaks with them as well as sending the rack itself tumbling over, the metal rack and hangers landing with a crash that resounded through the restaurant.







Draco snickered into his wine glass, knowing somehow that his father and Granger had been the ones to make the racket. He had seen his father pulling her into the cloak room and figured they were either fighting, or had suffered a mishap while trying to shag in the oversized wardrobe.







The maitre’d as well as the cloak room attendant came running into the room, stopping suddenly as they stared down in stunned silence at the illustrious Lucius Malfoy lying in pile of wadded up cloaks laughing with none other than Hermione Granger.







Hermione looked up at their guests and she began to laugh even more at their shocked expressions.







“Pardon us…we seemed to have had a little trouble finding our cloaks.” Lucius said, gracefully regaining his feet and helping her up. “There was no attendant when we came in.”







“I stepped out for just a moment, Mr. Malfoy.” The middle aged woman said with a knowing smirk. Lucius Malfoy had not gone into the room with any intention of finding his cloak and she damn well knew it.







“Yes, well, I am in a hurry.” He said, reaching into his pocket for his ticket. “Please try to find Ms. Granger’s cloak as well, and sir, if you would not mind, please pass this one to my son Draco and ask him to escort Ms. Diamatti home safely.”







“Yes sir, Mr. Malfoy.“ The maitre’d scurried from the room and the attendant came back carrying Lucius and Hermione’s cloak.







“Here you are, Mr. Malfoy.” She said with a knowing smile. Lucius slipped her a small handful of galleons then pulled his cloak around his shoulders before helping Hermione with hers.







“Thank you, Madame. Have a lovely evening.” Lucius said with a tight nod as he pushed Hermione out of the room and through the front doors.







“Now what?” Hermione asked, pulling her cloak tightly around her to ward of the chill of the night air. Lucius looked over towards the lot filled with carriages and other forms of conveyance and smiled. He could see the glossy black coach bearing the Malfoy Crest on the door.







“My coach, over there.” He said, giving her a little nudge with his cane.







“It’s blocked in and your…whatever you had pulling it….are probably still in the stable.” She said, glancing over at the small stable that housed the magical creatures while their owners dined inside.







“Pegasus, just go get in, it’s warm and private, we can talk….” He said.







“Talk?” She smirked as she made her way to the beautiful carriage.







“I have no patience right now witch, get in.” He nearly growled as he jerked open the door and assisted her into the leather padded interior. He followed closely, shutting the door and flipping the latch. He instantly began slamming down the shades, the interior illuminated by small votive candles in crystal holders mounted to the walls.







He didn’t waste any time, shrugging out of his cloak and robes as quickly as he could manage before grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into his lap. His mouth was on hers within mere moments of settling her over his legs.









“Lucius! We are in a vehicle in the middle of a car park!” Hermione protested, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his lips attacked the tender spot at the base of her throat.







“I closed the blinds.” He muttered, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts.







“Lucius, you can apparate us from here.” She gasped when he began pulling roughly at the neckline. “You are going to tear it! This dress cost a small fortune you know.” She groused.







“I have an erection of monumental proportions and am in complete agony at the moment, apparation is not something I wish to attempt in this condition, I may arrive missing vital parts due to the distraction.” He said as he reached behind her to lower the zipper.





“Oh gods, Lucius!” He had the bodice pulled down in seconds and the cups of her bra out of his way as he filled his hands with the creamy softness of her breasts. “We need to talk…clear some things…..oh my gods!” He sucked a turgid nipple into his mouth, drawing hard on the tender flesh. She cupped the back of his head, looking down to see his lips nursing at her breast with an expression of sheer, unadulterated pleasure on his face.







He released her breast with a soft groan as he ran his thumb over the wet, distended tip admiringly. He was anxious and edgy. Months had passed since he had touched her last, smelt her sweetly scented skin, tasted her and he was starved. He felt like a randy teenager as he began shoving her skirts up and tugging at the skimpy little excuse for underwear that she was wearing. He managed to slide them off of her without toppling her from his lap, miraculously.







He held the little bit of lace and silk up and stared at the emerald scrap.







“You are putting those back on for me later.” He growled. “But right now…” He shifted her, moving her to straddle his hips, her knees sinking into the plush leather seat on either side of him. “Right now I want inside you as quickly as possible.”







“My goodness you are randy!” She gasped when he began to unfasten his trousers.









“Too many nights without you, too many nights finding unsatisfying release at my own hand.” He said, one hand holding his cock steady while he clasped her hip with the other and guided her over him. He groaned when her wet heat kissed his sensitive tip then slowly slid down, engulfing him in the tight, wet clasp of her sex.





“Lucius…” She moaned his name, her hands braced on his shoulders as her hip sunk into the cradle of his. “We shouldn’t be doing this…not yet.” She gasped, when he flexed inside her.







“It wouldn’t matter if we were in my house, your house; the middle of Westminster for Merlin’s sake, there is no way I could talk to you with any sort of rationale wanting you so badly.” He groaned, lifting his hips and grinding his cock more deeply into her. “We’ll talk after and later I will make love to you properly but for now…”







“For now I hope this carriage is well sprung, Lucius.” Hermione said softly as she began to rock her hips over him. She reached behind his head and pulled the ribbon from his hair, letting it fall where it may. She threaded her fingers through the silky hair at his nape, and then tightened her fist as she pulled his head back. “You hurt me when you walked away from me.” She said softly, lifting her hips, squeezing her muscles around him as she did, relaxing them when his tip was barely inside her and sliding back down roughly. “I thought that what happened on the island was too much for you and you were rejecting me.” She said, repeating her motions, sliding up, squeezing and then falling back down. She brought her other hand up and grasped his chin, holding him still as she looked into his eyes. “Never.Do.It.Again.” She said sharply before she brought her mouth down on his.







Lucius groaned as the witch began riding him fiercely, bouncing and rocking on his cock until she had him literally seeing stars as he fought his orgasm. She wrenched her lips from his and leaned back, bracing herself with her hands on his knees as she moved, her eyes closed, her bottom lip between her teeth. She was close, he remembered that expression, it had haunted his dreams night after night as he lay in his bed and missed her.







He lowered his hand between them, pushing the skirt up and out of his way so he could slip his fingers into the plump folds and worry the tiny nub hidden within. He brushed his thumb over the tight bud once, twice and on the third pass she cried out. Her pussy convulsed, the walls clenching and pulsing around him. He groaned as he thrust into her, spilling himself after only a few short digs inside her.







He gathered her close, pulling her into his arms as he held her, absorbed the scent of her, the feel of her after so long.







“Not a day went by that I didn’t think of you.” He whispered.







“Why didn’t you come to me? Why didn’t you fight for me?” She asked, her hand smoothing over his hair as she cuddled into his chest, his semi erect penis still nestled inside her.







“Because I thought I was doing the right thing…because I was an idiot.” He said. “I’ll never make that mistake again.”







“See that you don’t.” She sighed, kissing the side of his neck. “Now what?”







“Now I get the driver and we go back to my house where we can spend some proper time in my bed…talking.” He smirked.







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Draco Malfoy escorted his father’s dinner companion out of the restaurant. He had not only been stuck paying his own check, but his father’s as well since he had decided to run off with Granger. He pulled on his gloves and looked over at the dark haired young woman.







“How did you arrive?” Draco asked.









“A coach and four.” She said softly. Draco made her nervous. He was so handsome, so funny, nothing at all like the stodgy old wizards her father kept trying to set her up with.







Draco glanced over at the lot, his eyes immediately falling on the most lavish conveyance parked there. A shiny black coach with the silver Malfoy crest on the side, it was rocking, creaking slightly in the still night air.







“I think perhaps we should find another form of transportation.” Draco smirked. “Do you have an aversion to apparation Miss Diamatti?”





“No, my name is Amelia, or Amy if you prefer.” She said, her cheeks flushing as she stared at the moving carriage, well aware of what was taking place inside.







“Alright, Amelia, would you care for a drink before I see you home?” He asked.







“I would love one.” She said, gasping when he slid his arm around her waist and disapparated them with a crack.