The Spring of the Satyr

Hermione squinted as the morning sun blared into her face through the open curtains. Disoriented, she turned her head to find a decidedly large foot near her mouth. She leaned up on her elbows and looked towards the head of the bed. "How did I wind up down here?" She wondered, and then smiled as she remembered. Oh, the things he had done to her last night - the things they had done to each other! She blushed. Feeling playful, she gently grabbed the foot in her face and sucked a big toe into her mouth, trying the same tactics he had taught her the night before, while she had sucked on another, larger part of his anatomy. Lucius growled tiredly and tried to pull his foot away, but Hermione held fast. She mouthed each toe in turn, giggling as he squirmed and tried to escape.

Smiling down at the torturing witch, Lucius rubbed his eyes. "Careful my love, that's starting to feel good."

"That's what I was hoping." She replied with a devilish grin as her tongue ran up the bottom of his foot. Lucius threw the covers back and grabbed her roughly around the waist.

Pulling her into his lap, Lucius let Hermione's bottom cheeks feel what her strange tongue bath had done to him. Hermione giggled and turned her body around to face him. She raised her body over his erection and sat down, impaling herself. Grabbing the headboard, she leaned forward and stuck her nipple in his mouth. She rode him slowly, grinding in small, hard circles, making sure she gave them both as much friction as possible.

Someone rattled the doorknob connecting her room to her parents. Dear Gods! She had completely forgotten her parents were right next door! The noises she and Lucius had made last night! How had her parents not called the authorities? The couple on the bed froze in place.

"Hermione!" Her mother called, concern shading her voice. "Hermione dear, are you awake? It's nearly 8!"

Hermione steadied her breathing the best she could. "Yes mother!" She called. Lucius smiled evilly and thrust his dick deeply inside of her. Hermione nearly screamed. She shook her head frantically, begging him to behave. "I'm just getting dressed!"

"Alright dear." Mrs. Granger sounded uncertain. "Meet your father and I downstairs for breakfast in 5 minutes." Without waiting for a reply, her mother's footsteps faded.

"Damn!" Hermione whispered angrily.

Lucius raised his eyebrows and shrugged as if to say it couldn't be helped. Before she could blink Lucius had her flipped her over on to her back. "We have five minutes; do you think it's enough?" He murmured.

Ten minutes later she approached her parent's table in the dining room. "Are you feeling better dear?" Her mother asked. "I tried to check on you last night but your door was locked." She looked at Hermione accusingly. Hermione had never locked the connecting door before.

Thankfully, no mention was made about the strange noises in the night. Lucius must have used a noise-cancelling spell; otherwise half of the hotel would have been banging on her door. Hermione flashed her parents a brilliant smile. "I feel ever so much better today, really!" She paused, letting the smile soak in. "As a matter of fact I thought I'd go for another hike today. There are so many parts of the city I haven't seen yet and it's such a beautiful place. What are you two planning today? More lectures?"

Hermione's father was looking at her as if she'd grown another head. "Darling, it's Sunday." He stated. "Family day, remember? We were going to the Roman Pump House and Grand Gallery." He waited. "You do remember don't you? We've been looking forward to this day all week."

Oh shit! She had completely forgotten what day it was! Normally she really enjoyed the time she spent with her parents. Between school and her time spent at the Burrow she rarely saw them. Any day but this day! She wondered what Lucius was doing upstairs without her. Was he getting bored? Had he already left? She had really fucked it up. Why hadn't she pretended to be sick like she was supposed to?

Mrs. Granger glanced over her daughter’s head at the man taking his seat at the table behind them. What a magnificent specimen! His hair was a little long for her taste, but he had pulled it back with a neat velvet ribbon. Dignity personified. The man met her eyes and she had to look away. She'd never seen such intriguing eyes! The older woman blushed as impure thoughts filled her mind.

Hermione didn't notice her mother's reddening face, or anything else. She thought of, and then rejected several plans to get out of the family activities. Perhaps she should just make herself vomit right here at the table. No, then her mother would insist on staying with her. Damn!

The chair at the table behind her bumped hers roughly, spilling orange juice all over her pants. Too irritated to allow anyone to treat her so rudely, Hermione turned around to snap at the offender. Her heart jumped into her chest. Lucius, looking magnificent in light beige dress slacks and a dark blue sweater that set off his eyes, stared at her in mock concern. "I am dreadfully sorry." He gushed. "How terribly clumsy of me!" He picked up his napkin and began to wipe the juice off of Hermione's lap, coming indecently close to the V between her legs. Hermione sputtered and looked at him incredulously. Was he insane? She saw her father get up, outraged. Shit! All she needed was for Lucius to turn her father into a toad! Lucius backed off. Turing his back on her father, he looked at Hermione and winked. "Oh, oh dear!" He stuttered, turning back. "I meant no disrespect to the young lady." He smiled his best seductive smile at her mother, whom Hermione noted was scarlet with pleasure. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"No harm done sir." She said curtly, praying he would take his own seat at his own table before anyone did anything else. Lucius smiled again and turned away.

A few minutes later a harried looking man in a suit rushed to their table. Oh Gods, what now? Hermione thought, exasperated. "Dr. Granger, uh,” he turned to her mother, "Dr Granger". Her parents looked at the man expectantly.

"I'm afraid you're needed in the lecture hall immediately." The man said, panicked.

"Why, what's the problem?" Hermione's father asked worriedly. "I thought the lectures were over?"

The man shook his head and grasped his tie. "Well, it's all very strange sir, but it seems that half the town of Bath are here complaining of toothaches! There must be one or two hundred people here! That's not counting the lines of people at the local dentists’ offices. We could really use your help!"

Hermione watched her parents look at each other in confusion, then nod. No one could say the Grangers were not committed to their profession. "Of course, we'll be right there." Her mother said. The man hurried away and Hermione's father turned to her, an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry dear, I guess family day will have to wait. Stay and have your breakfast."

Hermione tried to look disappointed. "Sorry dad, mum. We'll do it again soon." They kissed her cheeks and rushed away. When they were out of sight Hermione let out a deep breath and laid her head back. "That was bloody stupid." She said to the man behind her.

Lucius grabbed his coffee and moved over to her table. He pulled the chair vacated by her mother to within an inch of hers. His leg rested against hers and Hermione sighed at the unexpected contact. Feeling an overwhelming need to touch her, he reached down a hand to brush up and down her thigh. "I thought I should meet your parents." He said innocently. "I think it went rather well".

"You're really impossible you know." She said, smirking. "I thought my mother was going to proposition you right in front of my dad. I've never seen her like that before."

Lucius sighed. "It's terribly hard being this attractive you know." He drawled.

A middle-aged waiter brought Hermione's plate of scrambled eggs and a blueberry scone. He stared at Lucius' wandering hand in concern. "Will you be joining the young lady for breakfast sir?"

Lucius nodded an affirmative, daring the waiter to protest with only an imperious look over the slight curve in his nose and aristocratic demeanor. When the man had left them alone Hermione turned to Lucius with a smile. "So, how did you do it?" She asked wonderingly, even a bit jealously. That toothache spell was amazing! The power it must have taken!

"Do what my love?" He asked with mock innocence. "Scare that muggle waiter away?" His expression changed with his voice, turning cold and haughty. It was an expression she recognized well. "I'm quite good at scaring muggles you know. They're very easily frightened. It could almost be amusing if it weren't so pathetic." He stirred his coffee. "I was actually quite well behaved just now."

Hermione stared mutely down at her plate. For a while she had forgotten who he really was, what she was to him: a mudblood, a thief with no right to perform magic, a sub-being far beneath him. Tears filled her eyes and she pushed her plate away. Oh Lord, how could she have been so stupid! She remembered the expression on his face the first time she had seen him, three years ago in Flourish & Blotts. He'd looked at her like some sort of foul insect, too unsightly to squash beneath his shoe; and then again in the top box at the Quiddich World Cup, he’d stared her down as if she’d not only had no right to the most exclusive seats, but to existence. On both occasions he’d made her feel so small and insignificant. She felt the same now, tripled.

He looked at her pale, pain filled face in concern. She couldn't possibly think he was referring to her? She started to rise from the table, but Lucius grabbed her arm. "Please Hermione." His eyes pleaded, desperate. "I'm so very sorry. I did not mean to infer,, anything. Old habits,,,"

Withholding her tears, Hermione turned on him, her face colored with anger. "But I AM what you despise Lucius! I can't help who my parents are, and I wouldn't change them if I could!" Angrily, she wrested her wrist from his grasp and ran up the central staircase to her room.

Throwing herself on the still unmade bed she gave in to her sobs. Intellectually she knew that she was overreacting, but the events of the past hours and pure physical exhaustion conspired to bring out her emotions - all of them. Moments later she felt strong arms pick her up and cradle her. Hermione sobbed into Lucius' chest. Before she knew it he was kissing her, lips and tongue deflating her anger and hurt. She knew she shouldn't give in so easily but couldn't help herself. Even if this were all an illusion, if he was only pretending for even a day; she wanted it, wanted him.

Lucius kissed her hard, lips, teeth and gums grinding against hers painfully, as if trying to force the unpleasantness away. He reached under her t-shirt and fondled her warm breasts, exciting them into little stiff peaks of sensation. Gently, he laid her back on the bed, never breaking contact with her mouth. If he couldn't trust himself to tell her how she was different to him,,, he would show her. He stood up beside the bed and removed his clothes then lay back down and pulled her to him. He placed her small hand around his erection. "Feel what you do to me Hermione." He placed his hand between her legs and rubbed her softly through the fabric. "Feel what I do to you." He leaned and whispered into her neck, "Do you think it matters who our parents are?" His tongue traced a burning line up her jaw to her mouth.

Hermione moaned and gave in completely. She let him pull her up beside the bed and raised her arms so that he could take her shirt off. She wiggled out of her jeans and panties and stood there in the morning sun, naked. Lucius lay back on the bed, silent and still, staring at her bold display. He thought he had never seen anything so completely beautiful. "Come here." He growled. She complied. He climbed on top of her and claimed her mouth. His fingers worked between her folds, teasing and pinching her quickly swelling bud. He worked two, then three fingers inside her and cradled her clit with his palm. He groaned as he felt the wetness flowing out of her and ground his erection against her belly.

"Take me Lucius!" She begged in a panting whisper. Sitting up on his knees, he pulled her legs apart and propped a pillow under her bottom so that she was spread before him. He took his dick in his hand and teased her with it, rubbing it up and down her clit, sliding it in a few centimeters then pulling it out, rubbing it gently against her ass, pressing against her nether hole. He smiled at her gasp of shock and pulled back, knowing she wasn't ready for that particular form of lovemaking yet. He bent and sucked her sensitive nub into his mouth, swirling his tongue over her feminine hardness before dipping it in and out of her dripping pussy. Hermione was losing her mind. "Please please please please" she begged, at that moment unable to remember any of the other words in her vocabulary.

Lucius grasped her hips and pulled her to him. With one mighty thrust he buried his hardness in her, nearly ruining it all when she screamed with pleasure and clamped her muscles down on him. Easy now, he thought, trying in vain to fill his mind with abstractions. He reached up and propped a pillow under her head. "I want you to watch us Hermione. Watch my cock inside of you."

Hermione looked down to where they were joined. Gods! This had to be the most erotic thing there had ever been! He began to move, slow, even thrusts designed to give her the best view and drive her crazy. She let out a long, whimpering moan and felt him grow even larger inside of her. Shamelessly she watched his dick sinking in and out, stretching her until it became nearly unbearable. She closed her eyes tightly. Oh Gods, nearly there! Lucius sensed her impending crisis and began to pump into her with more force. His thighs slapped against her bottom, filling the room with the sound. He reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Hermione screeched and thrashed as the pleasure coursed through her body.

Lucius closed his eyes. The sight of his beautiful little witch writhing in ecstasy was sheer torment. His hands moved back to her hips and held them to him. Pistoning and grinding into her he groaned her name before losing it completely. At the moment of ultimate fulfillment he pulled his bursting cock out of her and took it in his hand, spraying her stomach and chest with the proof of his passion.

After a long, leisurely shower together they lay back down on the bed, both basking in the afterglow. Lucius ran a hand lazily up and down her back. "Are you hungry darling?" He asked.

Hermione's stomach grumbled at the mention of food. She was hungry, desperately so, but couldn't bear the thought of going back to the dining hall. "I can wait a bit."

"Nonsense!" Lucius got up and gathered her clothes. "Get dressed. I'm going to take you somewhere special. I'll be back in a few minutes." He apparated away.

Hermione dressed and sat down on the bed to wait. A few moments later Lucius came back, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. Hermione thought he had never looked sexier, well, maybe when he’d been naked. He stood by the window, staring at her expectantly. "Do you like French food?" Hermione said that she did. "Good." He put his arms around her. "Ready?" He asked. Hermione nodded, confused. Suddenly, she felt a squeezing sensation in her stomach and a moment of ultimate blackness. The next moment she was standing with him in an unknown alley.

"Where are we?" She asked, flustered. She had read about side-along apparition, but actually doing it was quite a rush.

"Paris." He answered with a smile. "Where else can you get decent French food?"


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