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She awoke slightly disoriented then realized where she lay. As quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb him from his slumber, she slipped from his bed. She dressed quickly and silently, letting herself out of his rooms, like a thief in the night.


She stealthily made her way back to her chambers. She shrugged out of her clothes, pulled on her most comforting soft flannel pajamas and lay on her bed, finding herself on the edge of tears, feeling more alone than she thought possible. She stared up at the ceiling and wondered how everything could have become so completely turned around and out of her control in less than 24 hours. Just a week ago, she would have never envisioned herself experiencing what she had within the last day. Hell, she wouldn’t have even imagined it and she had a pretty damn good imagination.




Feeling vastly out of her depth, she began to make a mental list of all the pros and cons of what had happened thus far with one Lucius Malfoy. On the plus side, her sex drive was alive and kicking; incredible orgasms could happen just as she had read about in books. She’d never felt so alive and dare she say it, sexy, a state of being she had never experienced before.




However, on the negative side . . . she closed her eyes and groaned. Her incredible orgasms came at a price. To reach ultimate satisfaction would every sexual encounter she have need to entail being tied up, having a man tell her what to do, and make her do it, not just any man but Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater extraordinaire. She lay quivering in her bed, reliving his touch, the scent of him seeming to imprint upon her soul. He was the ultimate alpha male in all his glory. Damn the man.




She shook her head in disbelief when her body flushed with excitement and desire moistened her thighs at the thought of him dominating her, making her bend to his will. Would sex ever be as amazing without the domination or him? The thought of never having sex like that again was devastating. Oh, but the imbalance of power, the loss of control left her uneasy and so unsure of herself. Could there be yielding from him as well? She felt tears burn behind her eyelids; her mind raced a mile a minute. What was she going to do? Was this a one-night occurrence? She found it difficult to believe he would want anything more from her. She tossed and turned for the remainder of the night finally falling into an uneasy sleep in the wee hours of dawn.


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It was far easier to stay within her rooms, it was Sunday after all, and no classes to teach, no tasks or lists that needed to be done. She didn’t want to face him, gods, how could she after all that had transpired? Maybe it would be best to leave Hogwarts. She could write to the headmistress that one of her parents was ailing and needed her at home. She could go back to school, attend classes at the local university near her parents’ home. She’d always been interested in healing; teaching wasn’t her only ambition… If she went home, she wouldn’t have to see him or risk the possibility of running into him ever again. After all, he kept to an entirely different strata of wizarding society and would never find his way to her parents’ muggle home.


She laid her suitcases on her bed, pacing continually back and forth across her bedroom, indecisive as to whether she stay or go. Her world felt as if it had come undone. It had been so safe, so within her control. She had structure, rules, guidelines that she followed almost religiously. She chewed on her lower lip. Everything had been blown apart. Damn that man.


He awoke feeling the delicious aches and pains that only good sex can bring. He hadn’t slept quite so agreeably in well over five years. He rolled over expecting to take a soft, pliant, sleepy witch in his arms and found his bed to be quite empty. He sat up, looked about his bedroom and to his annoyance found nary a curl in sight. He stood up, slipped on and tied his bed robes about him, moving to his living room. Not surprisingly, she was gone. He’d bet a few hundred galleons she’d awoken and had been scared out of her little curly head. He had definitely taken her far beyond her comfort zone. He wondered if she regretted coming to him last night. She was quite young and quite inexperienced. He felt himself harden as he remembered her sweet softness and naive passion. He lips quirked as he thought of how her innocence was such a sharp contrast to her sharp mind and her insistent modesty hid such fiery passion underneath such gods awful robes. It was an intoxicating combination and her many hidden layers fascinated him, he wanted more, damn the chit for running off in the middle of the night.


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Late Monday afternoon found Hermione with a book cart overflowing with the multitude of books left on tables or strewn about on book shelves depending on where students had left them a strew. She began at the back of the library filing books back where they belonged. She cringed thinking of how she was in hiding, still unsure as to whether she would stay or go. She’d forgone both breakfast and lunch in the Great Hall in her avoidance of one Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. She found she really didn’t want to talk with anyone save the first year students she taught in the morning. She contemplated making her way to Hogsmeade for dinner rather than face dinner in the Great Hall. She slowly wheeled her way down the aisles and levitated books back into their proper place, lost in her thoughts, a small frown marring her brow.


“A sickle for your thoughts.” A low silky voice said from behind her. Startled she jumped; the books she had been levitating fell to the ground with sharp thuds. She whirled around to find the man of her thoughts leaning against a bookshelf. His teaching robes were unbuttoned showing off his leanly muscled physique. He wore a crisp white shirt, green velvet waistcoat, and black woolen trousers. That lush mass of platinum hair tied back from his face, emphasizing his dangerous beauty.


“Just putting the library books away,” she whispered as she backed into the book cart.


“It must be a fairly tedious job, given the frown upon your face.”


“No, actually it’s quite relaxing.” She leaned over to pick up a book and place it onto the cart somehow feeling safer if she continued to go about her business, filing her books.


He eyed her speculatively. She had circles under her eyes and her face was pale.


“Dinner will be served shortly; may I escort you to the Great Hall?”


“No, I’m going to finish this and see to dinner later.”


“We should talk, pet.”


Pet? She was no one’s pet, finally feeling anger flare within her. She snapped, “We don’t need to.”


“Ahhh, my dear girl, I must insist.”


“Last night you dictated terms, last night is over.” She raised her chin defiantly.


“Little spitfire,” he murmured and moved forward.


As he moved towards her, she stepped back, straight into the book cart. Why did the heavens seem to be against her? It seemed there was a barricade in her way every time she sought distance from him.


He reached out and pulled her to him in one quick movement. She stumbled against him and pressed her hands to his chest for balance. “Why do you insist on running away, pet? You know deep inside what you really want to do is lose control.“


“No.” Her denial was soft and uncertain.


His hands spanned her waist. Gods, she was a tiny little thing. His fingers flexed against her hips, pulling her more tightly against him.


“Your body trembles at my touch. I can smell your desire, little one.”


She swallowed hard her mouth dry. She’d be lying if she denied his words. His nearness, the smell of him, his touch aroused her more than she thought possible.


“I’m not…”


He was so damn hard he hurt, his cock pressed so tightly to the front of his trousers. He claimed her mouth in a punishing kiss, cutting off her denial, while he transferred her wrists into a single fisted grip. With his other hand, he unbuckled and slowly pulled off his belt.


Hermione caught sight of the belt and tried to pull away from him. “No, no, not again,” she squeaked, struggling to gain her freedom.


His smile gentle, he placed the belt down on the book cart, brought his finger up to her lips and whispered a soft, “Hush.”


He leaned down and kissed then nipped her earlobe, making his way down her jaw line then suckled his way down her neck. Her body trembled with every touch. He leaned over her and pushed all of the books off the book cart with one broad swipe of his arm then pulled her up onto the cart, inching up her high-buttoned robes with his fingers. Still holding her wrists, he slipped his other hand between her silky thighs and swept off her knickers so he could play with her downy curls, gently flicking his finger over her tightly budded clit. Hermione gasped as pleasure raced through her at his touch. He pushed her back so she lay against the cart and pulled her arms above her head. He then picked up his belt and looped it around her small wrists, firmly securing both her hands to the cart.


“Now to business,” he whispered, pulling her legs wide, her bottom at the edge of the cart. He leaned down and pushed a finger into her drenched quim. He rubbed and teased her slowly, torturously, as he delved into her wetness, adding one finger then another. Her hips jerked as if in silent demand, he smiled slyly and she whined when he pulled his hand from her.


“I thought you were getting down to business,” she half panted and half whined.


“Such a greedy, little girl,” his voice as smooth and rich as milk chocolate.


With slow deliberation, he spread her folds wide with his fingers and leaned over to lap at her slick, heated juices. So sweet, he thought briefly then he delved in with his mouth and tongue to tug, suckle and lick her until she was rocking against him, desperate for release. He played with her over and over again, bringing her to the edge of climax then stopping. Quivering uncontrollably, she sobbed out, “please, please, please.” Her eyes tightly closed as if in prayer.


“Tell me, Hermione,” he said as he took his cock out of his pants and held it in his hand, giving himself one long, slow stroke. “You want me to take control, ensure your pleasure, touch you when and where you need it most.”


Her eyes glistened and her lips formed a small moue. Sweet Gaia, he was torturing her.


“Ask me for what you need, little girl.” He demanded through gritted teeth.


She moaned, lifting her hips towards him, desperate to make contact with the hard thickness he held in his hand. “Oh, fuck me, damn you, fuck me,” she ordered.


He moved closer and played the tip of his plumy head against her wet folds, teasing her further, he smiled a little evilly and whispered, “We will work on asking rather than demanding, pet but for now, I don’t want to wait.” And with that, he plunged into her. She cried out as he slid in.


Goddess, she was perfect, tight and hot. His fingers bit into her soft flesh as he pistoned into her. Moving himself in and out of her, again and again. He reached down and fingered her swollen clit, quickening his pace as he began to feel her inner muscles contract around his cock and he could feel sweet pressure begin to build. He could feel her thighs tighten and quiver with each sweep of his finger and push of his cock bringing her closer to release.


“Please, oh please.” She groaned trying to arch up against him.


“Please what, Hermione?” He gritted out in a harsh whisper.


“Please let me come.”


“Good girl,” he groaned and pinched her clit, giving her that one necessary touch she’d been waiting for and she screamed her release, spasming around his thick cock, squeezing him into orgasmic bliss.


For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. She felt as if she was a float on a euphoric cloud as she felt Lucius’ strong hands untie her bindings. He lifted her gently off the book cart. His lips brushed against her temple.


“Come here, pet. Let me hold you.”


His words struck her like a lightning bolt. She pushed away from him, “I’m not your pet, I’m no one’s pet.” Her heart began to beat a quick staccato within her chest as panic flared through her.


He nonchalantly wiped himself off with a handkerchief and set himself to rights as he quirked one cocky eyebrow in challenge.


She backed up further, “You aren’t’ my master,” her voice low and a little unsteady. Gods, she’d already given him too much, she’d submitted him, played his game. She didn’t want to be forever at his beck and call.


He had the audacity to chuckle and told her quite firmly, “We’ll work on that as well, my girl.”


Damn that man!




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Thank you, thank you, thank you SO MUCH for reviewing. Your reviews and feedback helped generate this chapter!


margaritama: He really doesn't want to waste time, the man hasn't gotten any for a while and he does tend to be a bit picky in who he'll indulge with. He's not as cool and collected as he tries to appear. Thanks, Sweetie!


BeaBibliophile: I don't usually write Lucius this strict, the prompt I got sent me in this direction, he's a completely sexual being and Hermione despite her inexperience can definitely match his passion. Thanks for reviewing!


katiekrm: Lucius is divorced from Narcissa in this story. I'd like to think Lucius would be free and clear so he can indulge...


leValkyrie: I loved your review, yes, take the red pill damn it, THE RED PILL! He's a top, through and through, I think the question is how much of a submissive is Hermione.....? thank you so much for reading!



angeles: I'm so glad you are enjoing the story, SMUT glorious smut, I do enjoy writing it, especially with these two!


Scary Bear Hair : Don't you just gotta say, "Give me a Lucius like that!" I'll be honest, I like my Lucius in Diamond better, this was a hard story for me to write. Chapter two gave me conniptions! I wanted to toy with the idea of an insecure Hermione in this story. Lucius doesn't give her time to think about those insecurities. Let me know what you think of this chapter, it is a brand new one, I added.... thanks for reviewing, girly-girl!



meankitty69: I'm glad you are enjoying the story! Thanks for reviewing!


LaBibliographe:
Chapter 1: I can completely see Lucius all buttoned up in those black teaching robes of Snape's, Yowza! I think you'd like to get him alone in an empty classroom yourself! (Thanks for the corrections!)


Chapter 2: Why do I assume that the man would smell so good? I always think he'd smell so good I'd want to eat him, heh..heh, or something.... He probably smells like sex and if it could be bottled he'd be what...? more rich? Like the man needs more money. This chapter was really difficult for me to write. The story was written for the Lumione gift exchange and the prompt I was given was rather difficult for me. The person I wrote it for likes Lucius and Hermione in this dynamic. I think of Hermione not so much a closet submissive but more she didn't realize she was a submissive, she didn't have the experience to know what she liked. Nothing happens to Lucius for not going to Hogsmeade, it was Hermione that made the last minute changes to send him there in the first place there were enough teachers going there to chaperone.

Chapter 3: I see Lucius as dominant too. I'd prefer the dynamic of a very dominant Lucius who is the head of his household and Hermione as the firecracker that ultimately tames him. I completely agree with your Lucius/Snape comment, they both are in positions of power, so when one would yield you know it's only for that particular occasion not the relationship itself. We'll see where I go with this story, this is a new chapter. Lucius is attracted to Hermione's contradictions (and other attributes.) Thanks so much for reading and reviewing, I'm always honored to get a review from you LaBib!



Voracious Reader: Well to be honest, I wasn't too sure when I wrote it! I'm glad you are hooked now, thank you so much for reviewing!


Coipje: Hopefully it blew your mind in a good way! ;)


scarletwitchextreme:
Chapter 1: I know, I do write smut filled stories, I can't help it! I'm so glad you like the story! Lucius will set her straight!


Chapter 2: I think the spanking made Hermione see stars too! Yikes!