Desire

Attraction

Its early morning at St. Mungo’s Hospital. Hermione rushes in, bed hair unkempt, small bags under her eyes.

‘Intern Granger, you’re late?’ inquires Healer Lilyhawke, sitting prim and proper at her desk.

‘Oh, I’m so sorry, my alarm clock was broken and –‘

The Healer looks up, ‘Are you alright?’

‘Oh, I’m fine, thanks for asking, just slept in that’s all, what can I do to help?’

Lilyhawke lets her catch her breathe and decides to let Hermione off the hook, ‘Oh, just carry on with your rounds, begin with ward 20,’ she says dismissing her with a wave.

[Oh god, oh god, I can’t see him now]

‘Make haste now Granger.’

[Just play it cool, Hermione, it was just a game for him, nothing more, just play it cool]

‘Goodmorning.’ her voice comes out clipped and impatient.

‘Didn’t get much sleep last night?’ Lucius asks with an inner smirk.

‘No, I’m afraid I didn’t.’ she forces herself to calm down, act normal she tells herself.

‘Did I do something wrong,’ Lucius inquires innocently enough.

She’s about to melt like an icecream.

‘I’ll go and get your breakfast,’ Hermione flees into the safety of the corridor.

She leans against the kitchen walls, trying desperately to compose her emotions and muster enough strength to return. Only when she tells herself off does she being walking. God, you’re a Mediwitch Hermione, now start acting like one.

When she returns, Lucius looks up.

‘I think I might be able to check out soon, it feels much better,’ he states, patting his leg.

‘That’s great,’ Hermione can hardly think of a time when St. Mungos wasn’t tied up with Malfoy Senior. The Malfoy experience, that was what it was.

‘I want you Hermione,’

‘What?’

‘I want you,’ He infuses his gaze with wanton lust.

‘Lucius, this can’t happen, it would be a total breach of-‘

‘Visit me tonight, Hermione, please,’ god his voice made her see stars

‘Lucius, I can’t, I just –‘

‘Please.’

She looks at him once, wriggles free and rushes off into the bustling corridor.

When Hermione’s safely around the corner, Lucius smirks at the wall, whistling an unrecognizable tune, looking like the cat that’s about to get the cream.

A thousand thoughts jostle for position in Hermione’s consciousness

[You’re such a coward, confront him]
[You want him, what’s wrong with that]
[Patient-Doctor relationship?]
[He’s a Death Eater]
[He’s making a fool of you]
[What would people say if they saw you]
[He thinks you’re just a Mudblood]
[Wait, no he doesn’t]
[God I want him]

‘I want him,’ it becomes her mantra as she hurries through the day, avoiding patient 201 as much as possible.

Lucius looks out at the darkening window, it was only a matter of time.

Meanwhile, at her apartment, Hermione confronts herself in front of the mirror. She had decided. Carpe diem right? She laughs softly at the muggleness of it. She looks into the mirror. She’s become skinnier over the last few months, but kept her curves. She traces the curve of hip, the roundness of her breasts. In the darkness of her room, her pale skin glows like a smooth ghost. Had she gone mad?

She pays particular attention to her clothes. An hour flies past until she’s ready to go out. She chooses a pink silk chemise and black jeans, under which she has worn black lace bra and panties. Her hair is left free but tamed, her makeup left fresh-faced. She adds a coat when she sees the London rain outside.

Hermione hesitates at the door to ward 20. She could turn around and forget all about this lunacy. No…the fire in between her legs urges her on. She slips into the dimness.

‘Hello.’ Lucius’s voice reaches out to her.

‘Hello.’ She feels light headed as she moves forward and climbs onto the bed.

Shuddering with anticipation Hermione looks into his eyes as she straddles him. Lucius pulls her towards him fiercely, his mouth finding hers.

‘Are you sure you want this,’ he says, after breaking it.

‘Yes.’ With a firmness that surprises her, she locks the doors with her wand and casts the Muffiato spell over the ward.

At once, his tongue is in her mouth, exploring, conquering, met with the same urgency as hers, wrestling in the warmth. She feels a soft moan building in her throat. Through the throbbing haze of their kiss, she feels his hands roaming along her front and sides, caressing the silk and her flesh beneath, her jacket discarded. With shaking hands she loosens the buttons on his patient’s gown. Not breaking their fierce kiss, she slips out of the chemise.

‘You’re beautiful,’ Lucius whispers, his hot breath in her ears. She responds by running her hands over his naked chest. She likes the feeling of his pale muscles underneath her hands, rippling like silk, tinged with saltiness. She bends her head and licks one of his nipples tentatively. She brushes it gently with her teeth, feeling it grow hard in her mouth. Her ministrations illicit a groan from the back of his throat. Lucius’s hands move from the gentle tweaking of her nipples, and begin tugging at her pants. They stop to discard their clothes.

Their nakedness inflames Hermione’s skin, the feeling of his muscular flesh pressed against her causes a fever to course through her body. She delights in exploring her lover’s body. Lucius’s hands finds the soft folds of her core, and plunge in with an unbridled hunger.

‘Don’t stop..’ she moans.

‘If that’s what you want…’ he whispers softly again capturing her mouth with his.

She feels his fingers inside of her, rubbing against her sensitivity, both rough and tenderly. Her hips buck against his hand, in time with her moans which are stifled by his mouth. She’s glowing white hot between her legs, as the shudder around his finger, pushing mercilessly.

He stops, his fingers sliding out of her wetness.

‘Are you ready?’ he asks, the silkiness of his voice gone, replaced by a guttural throaty tone.

‘Yes…,’ she hisses in ecstasy.

She lowers herself unto him, feeling his hard length sliding into her core, making them whole. He flips her onto her back, kissing every bit of her flesh.
He thrusts deep inside her, again and again, slow at first until urgency takes over and his thrusts grow fast. His groans grow louder as he continues to plunge into her tightness.

‘I’m …’ Hermione’s voice is lost as she wraps her legs around him, urging him on.

They’re bodies shuddering, they climax together, Lucius’s seed exploding into her, filling her with his lust.

They stay like that for a while, joined, feeling the waves of pleasure ebb to and fro with their harsh breathes.

Outside the clock in the corridor chimes twelve times, signalling a new day. In ward 20, the two lovers kiss softly, naked bodies entangled in a sweaty embrace, their desire satisfied, but not finished.