Love Thy Enemy

CHAPTER 43: A Witch on a Mission





***BOOM! ***





“I think that if you keep the surplus inventory at a minimum until you develop a strong and consistent demand for the product it will….”





***CRASH!***





“Be the most beneficial to your bottom line.” Lucius stared across his desk at the bewildered Neville Longbottom.





“Thank you for your help sir…..”





*** BANG! BOOM! SCREECH!***





“Is everything alright?” Neville asked, confused by the incessant noise that had been interrupting them periodically through their meeting.





“I’m not entirely sure, excuse me for a moment Longbottom.” Lucius called for Bindy and the small creature popped into the room next to his desk.





“How may I help you Master?” She asked. Lucius noted that she was wearing a maids uniform now, as were all the other house elves. No doubt that was his wife’s doings.





“What in blazes is all that racket about?” He asked when another crash sounded.





“That would be the Mistress sir, she’s in the attic looking through the furniture stored there for the baby’s room.” Bindy said.





“Why didn’t she ask a servant? She has no business digging through the attic in her condition!” Lucius leapt from his chair, clearly angry and concerned for his rather energetic wife.







“Baby? Hermione is pregnant then?” Neville asked, smiling brightly.





“Yes, Longbottom, my wife is due in April, right around our anniversary in fact. If I let her live that long.” Lucius reached for his cane and stalked out of the room.





“I’ll just show myself out then!” Longbottom called after him. Lucius could have cared less as he made his way up the stairs and towards the attic.





When he climbed the narrow stairs into the wide, open space he saw a bureau floating across the room to land with a resounding boom near the stairs. At least she was using the wingardium charm and not pushing or lifting. However, she was wearing that awful Gryffindor track suit, her excuse being that it was the only thing that fit around her tummy comfortably.





“What in the blackest of hells are you doing up here?” Lucius asked, ducking before she could hit him with a chair she was moving.





“Damn you Lucius Malfoy I have told you a million times not to sneak up on me!” Hermione yelled, startled to see Lucius standing at the top of the attic stairs.





“If you weren’t tossing everything about you would have heard me on the stairs.” Lucius crossed the room and took her wand. “What are you doing?”







“Looking for furniture to put in the baby’s room, and stop snatching my wand.” She took her wand back from him and tucked it into the pocket of her jacket.







“I never know what mood you will be in, it seems safer if I take it before you can hex me.” He looked around at all of the antique pieces that had been relegated to storage. Tall shelves with a rolling ladder lined the walls on either side and a large, round window dominated the far end. “We could just purchase new furniture Hermione.”







“What for? There are so many wonderful pieces up here. See that chest of drawers and low bureau over there by the stairs……those will be perfect.” Hermione tugged him behind her and showed him an old rocking chair. “And look at this, I can have cushions made for it and it’s the perfect place to read to the baby.”





“Why didn’t you just ask the servants to do this Hermione?” Lucius asked, reaching out to rub her back in slow, gentle strokes.







“Because I want to decorate my baby’s room, that’s why.” She said, leaning into his touch. “Now that you are here I wanted to ask you about the ebony cradle I saw in one of the photo albums in your study.”





“Ah, that was mine and then Draco’s.”







“I want it brought into our room for the baby, do you know where it is?” She asked.







“It is in the nursery, I will have it brought down, along with whatever you want from up here.” Hermione looked around the room to see if there was anything else she wanted from storage. It was then that she noticed the old school trunk on the bottom shelf at the end of the room. She pointed her wand at it. “Accio trunk!”





“My old school trunk! I haven’t seen that in ages.” Lucius said, bending down to open the clasps. He lifted the lid and stared into his past. On top, neatly folded were his Slytherin robes and school uniform, along with his Quidditch uniform. Hermione pulled it out and shook it.





“Goodness, it’s big. Were you ever a normal size?” She asked. It was clear from his old clothing that Lucius had been a rather tall young man.







“No, I was always a little large for my age.” He looked over his old books, some photographs of him and his friends. He stared for a long time at a photo of him and Severus in their house common room. He had been a few years ahead of Severus but the dark wizard’s abilities and dark tendencies had drawn Lucius to befriend him. He had been the only true friend that Lucius could ever claim.





“Wow, he looked much the same as a child as he did as a man.” Hermione said, looking over Lucius’s shoulder. “He’s so thin there….”







“He was a neglected child; he would always come back to school thin and so pale. It would take nearly the entire school year to fatten him up and get him healthy, and then he would go home and undo all the progress.” Lucius shook his head in disgust. His parents may have been cold and distant, but he had been cared for and never wanted for anything.







“I know you were helping him at the end.” Hermione said softly.





“Oh, and how do you know that?” He laid the photo back inside the trunk and dug to the bottom, finding his old sketch book.





“Draco told me. Why did you change sides and why didn’t you tell anyone, you may have gotten a suspended sentence?”







“When I was Azkaban the first time, I had already been informed that Tom had recruited my son. It was the first time I realized what I stood to lose, and the first time I felt real fear, so I sent Cissy to Severus to ask him to protect my son. It didn’t matter in the end. Severus and my family both fell victim. It was my fault, I brought that man into their lives and into our home even. They allowed me to lay them to rest and then I spent that year trying to come to terms with my life.” Hermione did not interrupt. She knew opening up was not something he did often so she just listened patiently. “Of course you know how well that went. I didn’t expect a second chance, but I wont screw it up this time.”







“I won’t let you.” Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and crawled onto his lap where he kneeled on the floor.





“I’m sure you won’t.” He laughed. “This is my old sketchbook.” He handed it to her and watched her face as she thumbed through the pages. Pencil drawings of students, teachers and various magical creatures filled the leather bound book.





“Lucius, your talent astounds me.” She said breathlessly. “Why did you never pursue art?”







“Malfoy men do not become artists, love. It’s considered by the pureblood society as a woman’s past time and it drove my father crazy that I was always drawing something.” He closed the lid on the trunk, keeping the sketchbook out.







“No offense darling, but your father was an ass.” Hermione looked into his eyes and felt the soft stirrings of desire. She wondered often if the passion would always be as intense between them or if it would fade with children and time.





“Aptly put…..you are looking at me as if you are going to take a bite at any moment.” He said. He had to be grateful that he was blessed with a rather insatiable sex drive, especially given his age, because pregnancy had turned his sweet little wife’s libido into that of a rabbit.







“Can I?” She asked, loosening the clasp of his robes and pushing them off of his shoulders.







“Can you what?” He asked, reaching for his buttons before she got to them and ruined yet another expensively tailored dress shirt by ripping the buttons off.







“Take a bite…..you have a terrifically bitable backside Lucius. I watch you walk sometimes and imagine leaning over and noshing on it.” She slid off of his lap and stood in front of him to remove the track suit he hated so much.







“I would rather keep my arse in tact if you don’t mind. Besides, I already bear bite marks on my shoulders and claw marks on my back you little hellcat.” He removed his shirt and watched her pull the knit tee shirt over her head. The track pants were tied just under the little mound of her belly and she wasted no time toeing off her trainers and removing her pants and knickers at the same time. “Impatient?” He smirked.





“Yes, come here Lucius.” Hermione took his hands and pulled him from the floor. She went immediately for the buckle on his belt and he chuckled softly at her eagerness to get him free. “Oh good, no knickers.” She breathed, thrilled to find him naked beneath his trousers.







“Seems to be an act in futility given we seem to end up in various states of undress through out the day.” He laughed, pulling her against him.







“Having trouble keeping up old man?” She asked saucily.







“Oh, you are going to pay for the old man comment, love. That was just mean.” He walked her backwards until her back hit the ladder that was attached to the tall shelving unit along the wall. He reached for a pillow on the shelf and set it on one of the rungs before sitting her on top of it. “Wrap your legs around me and reach for the rungs above your head.” He whispered low as he fumbled with the button and zip of his trousers.





Hermione did as she was told and hooked her ankles at the small of his back then reached up for the rungs over her head. Lucius shoved his trousers down and took his erection in his hand and rubbed the tip between her already slick folds.





“Damn woman, how are you so wet so fast?” He hissed as he pressed forward and into her snug passage.





“It’s you, I want you all the time, I can’t get enough of you.” She moaned softly as he pressed slowly all the way inside her. He folded his hands over top of hers where they were wrapped around the rungs of the ladder and began a slow, push and pull of his hips.







Lucius had never dreamed he would ever marry a woman who would let him have access to her body anywhere but within the darkened confines of the marital bed. Hermione was ready and eager no matter where they were when the passion ignited. Her desire for him was a heady thing; most women wanted his money or his power. Hermione could care less, she just wanted him, all of him body and soul.







He thrust into her, enjoying the smooth, slick walls of her sheathe clutching at him with every stroke. Her tiny cries of pleasure filled the attic and he knew it wasn’t going to be long before she went over. Her response was always fast and intense. He began to plunge into her harder and faster, bringing his own release closer.



“Yes, Lucius!” She pressed her heels into his backside and he rotated his hips against her and she came with a soft scream. Lucius thrust into her for only a minute longer before he followed her over, filling her with his release.



He pried her fingers from the rung of the ladder and pulled her arms around his neck. Lucius slid his hands beneath her bottom and apparated them to their bedroom and laid her in the center of their bed.







“I want you to take a nap, love.” He whispered into her ear as he started to tuck her between the blankets.





“Take one with me.” She pulled him into the bed and snuggled into his side. Lucius had never been one who indulged in napping, but he didn’t have anymore appointments and he probably needed the rest after their attic jaunt.







“Just for a little bit, love.” He said, kissing the top of her head and was sound asleep in moments.

























My kids are feeling much better thank you very much! Now its me who is coughing like crazy.....glad Im not pregnant. A few more chapters to go........