Sugar Quills

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this tale, and receive no proceeds from it. All borrowed courtesy of Ms. J.K. Rowling.

Hermione woke slowly that Saturday morning. The first thing she perceived was that she was not in her room and she was alone. Then the memories of last night came flooding back. She moved gingerly, the ache between her legs confirming that it had not been a dream. Groaning, she sat up and looked around. She spotted her clothes and rose to dress as quickly as possible. She shoved her undies in her robe’s pocket since she was too sore to wear them. Hermione was in a hurry to escape Lucius’ room, before someone discovered her there.

As she practically ran to her room, she thought of how her friends would react if they had any idea what she had done. Just the thought spurred her into a light jog. Reaching the entrance to the common room, she whispered the password and stepped into the room quietly. Thankfully, the common room was empty. Hermione reached her room in record time.

She flung herself across her bed and lay there softly panting. She looked at her clock and realised that breakfast was half over. Soon everyone would be back. She needed to shower and dress before they came.

A potion for pain seemed like a good idea as well. The short run had irritated her even more. After downing a small vial, Hermione stripped and entered her private bath. She placed her wand on the sink and pulled a fresh towel from a stack. There was a mirror behind the door of the bathroom. As she pushed it closed, she caught sight of herself. Turning her body this way and that, she examined herself. She had love bites in the most embarrassing places. Not to mention a bottom lip that looked as if she’d been attacked by collagen. Picking up her wand she removed most of the evidence.

Soon she looked almost as good as new. Except now she never would be. Last night she had lost more than her virginity. Stepping into the shower, she turned the knobs. Soon the spray was gratifyingly hot. Hermione though of how she had lost her inhibitions along with her innocence. She thought of how in the wee hours of the morning, Lucius had made her cry out again and again.

How incredible it had all been. Thinking of all that male potency, made her glad that she had performed a contraception charm before meeting with Lucius. The last thing she needed was evidence of her indiscretion. Moreover, he was married. That was part of the reason she had chosen him. At least she was fairly certain that he would have a vested interest in keeping their rendezvous a secret.

Finally, Hermione was dressed. She picked up her book bag. She had a lot of catching up to do. Newts were next week, which meant she only had two days left. Hermione intended to go to university and knew that her exams would determine her fate. She had no intention of failing. With a determined glint in her eye, she headed for the library.

It was in the library that Harry and Ron found her not too long later. They looked upset. Each sat on a different side of her seat, boxing her in between them.

“Well, Hermione, where the hell were you last night and this morning?” This came from Ron, his face set in angry lines. “We thought something horrible happened to you. How could you be so inconsiderate? So, who is he Hermione? Don’t deny it. You were out all night. It must be someone.”

“Ron…I was…”

Ron interrupted her response, “We waited for you to return from detention. You never did. We checked your room this morning. You weren\'t there. You didn’t even come to breakfast.”

Hermione frowned, “You checked my room? How? I’ve never told you the password. How did you get into my room?”

At this point Harry leaned in and said, “Hermione it’s irrelevant how we got in. What we are wondering is what happened to you to keep you out all night? We went to see Lucius since you had detention with him. He had the nerve to suggest that perhaps you’d stayed out with your lover.” Harry cast Hermione an injured look, “He’s wrong. Right, Hermione? You didn’t somehow acquire a boyfriend and not tell your best mates?”

While Hermione felt a little guilty, she was stilled upset that they broke into her room. Didn’t they have any respect for her privacy? Moreover, their comments only reinforced the necessity of last night. For years Ron had blown hot and cold. Hermione eventually grew disinterested. Now he was exhibiting classic dog in the manger attitude. Seeming to think that their friendship gave him proprietary rights of first rejection.

Ron continued to rant, “Hermione, you don’t need a boyfriend. It will only distract you from your studies. Men are trouble. Trust me, I know.”

Looking at the two young men, Hermione smiled a tiny smile that was a mixture of derision and hurt. “What if I had a lover? Is it really any of your business? I never pry into your romantic lives. I respect your right to privacy, and your right to live your lives as you see fit. But I suppose that you will always see me as some undesirable little girl!”

She stood and placed her hands on the table, her voice continued low and fierce. “Well, surprise, surprise. I am not a little girl. Yes, there is someone that thinks I’m desirable and sexy. And, yes, I was with him last night. Are you satisfied now? He certainly was.”

She shot both of them looks filled with disgust. Marching angrily around the table, she gathered her things and left them staring after her.

After returning to her room, Hermione began to plot ways of making Harry and Ron regret their lack of sensitivity. Several hours later and after a much-needed soak in the Prefect’s bathroom, an even angrier Hermione went hunting for Lucius. She was going to kill him. Hermione fumed as she made her way to the dungeons. By the time she arrived at his rooms, she’d murdered Lucius a variety of ways.

Answering her peremptory knock, Lucius was surprised to see Hermione at his door. “What, exactly, do you want Miss Granger?” For one never knew where Dumbledore had spies. The portraits were already suspected of aiding the wily headmaster in gathering information.

Stepping into his room, Hermione pushed the door shut and leaned back against it. She looked at Lucius for a long moment, then stepped in closer and slapped him. Her tiny handprint was stark against his white skin.

Lucius remained in place and lifted fingers to lightly probe his jaw. His right hand shot out and grasped her wrist. He mashed her body against the door with his own. “Are we playing rough tonight? You should have told me, I would have prepared something special.”

“You arrogant bastard!” spat Hermione. “What on earth possessed you to practically tell Harry and Ron about last night? Are you trying to ruin my life?” She tried to push his away his heavy body. But Lucius wouldn’t budge.

“Why, darling, you sound as if you are ashamed of me?” Lucius predatory grin flashed. “But we don’t have to tell if you’d rather keep it quiet. Which reminds me” He quickly cast his customary protective charms. “Now where were we? Ah yes, you were behaving like a shrew.”

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, and Lucius swept in to capture her lips in a potent kiss. He released her wrists to cup her bottom, drawing her tightly to him. He lifted her to him and said in a voice deepened with want, “Put your legs around me.” Hermione complied, her robes falling back to reveal jeans and skimpy top. Lucius carried her to his room, and soon peeled her clothes from her, leaving her in her undergarments.

Hermione remembered that she had not told Lucius why she was so angry. She struggled to sit up as Lucius slid his body over hers, holding her to the bed.

“Lucius, listen to me..” she never finished her sentence. Lucius lay siege to her mouth yet again. Hermione felt herself being pulled in by the undertow of Lucius’ sensuality, began to fight in earnest.

Lucius knew that Hone one wanted him. Why was she behaving so contrary? He held her flailing limbs down firmly. “What is the problem?” he asked.

Hermione could feel his heat encompassing her entire body. She felt like tinder, sitting right next to the flame.

“You are married. Do you want news of this to get back to your wife? You cannot tell anyone about last night. Can’t you control your tongue?”

Lucius whispered close to her ear, “I was just teasing Potter. He gets so angry so easily. I can’t seem to help myself,\" he confessed. \"And tell me. How should I control my tongue?” With that rejoinder he tasted her neck, Hermione bit back a moan.

“No, no, nnnooo Luciusss. Uh. Ooohhh” Her words turned into gibberish as his lips rediscovered her sweet spots. He rose briefly and soon was nude. He returned to the bed and their intimate embrace. Leaning to the side, he reached down and flicked the front clasp of her bra open. He feasted on her breasts, his tongue laving her aureoles, bringing them to stiff peaks.

After a while, Lucius needed have Hermione’ skin on his own. He tugged at the flimsy material separating them. Hermione heard the rending of the cloth, then felt cool air on her pelvis. Fingering her, Lucius’ face was plastered with a self-satisfied look. His ministrations drove her to the brink and back.

He felt how wet she’d become and the odor of her arousal teased his senses. Lifting her, he knelt between her legs and filled her. His cock drove into her relentlessly. He loved how hot and wet she felt around him. After a while, he withdrew briefly, and turned her on her hands and knees. He shoved himself in to her quivering cunt. His balls slapped against her ass as his speed increased.

“You have such sweet pussy, Hermione,” he growled in her ear, “Give me your sweet pussy, give me all of it.” His hand moved to touch her pearled clitoris, sending sparks throughout her.

Lucius loved how she responded to his touch. Her walls clenched around him, bringing him close to his release. But he held back and fought for control. He slowed his movements, wanting to prolong it. Hermione pulled away and pushed him back on his haunches. She scooted back and sank his length into her again. Now she was in charge. Rising and falling above him she found her release in minutes. Feeling her vise grip on his cock tighten, Lucius let go and came in hot spurts.

They did not do much talking that night. But Sunday morning found an extremely sore witch again soaking in the Prefect\'s tub, with a smug look on her face. At the same time, a very satisfied wizard was plotting away.