A New Order of Wizards - COMPLETE

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Chapter Five - Seduction


Lucius called, “Come in, it’s not locked.”


Hermione peered around the door and saw Lucius was concentrating on some paperwork while he sat leaning up against the headboard of his bed in a robe. He never removed it while they had sex and he didn’t ask her to remove hers either. They merely matched up body parts, opened their robes only the amount necessary and did their duty. Merlin’s balls she thought, He’s right, it is sooo boring. It could be so much more. He’s really not at all bad looking for someone twice my age. Magical folk usually lived to be one hundred and eighty or more, so Lucius was comparatively young for his kind, if not a teenager like Hermione. He was almost forty-six and she would be twenty in a few months.


The Ministry’s plan to eradicate the Purebloods had taken a few years to perfect after the fall of Voldemort. It was just unlucky that Hermione hadn’t fallen in love and married before Harry sacrificed her. She would have been allowed to keep her marriage because she was a Muggleborn. But she’d thought she had all the time in the world to select a mate after the downfall of Voldemort. When the unification idea had hit, she had still thought she was safe as a Muggleborn and Harry’s friend. What a crock.


Now she was married forever to a man who had been anathema to her all her life and whose body she’d never even seen after a year of marriage. Of course he hadn’t seen hers either, but she was going to try to change that tonight. The bickering was fun up to a point, but it was no substitute for a real relationship. She felt his heart wasn’t really in their feuding any more either. Their intense acrimony had faded over the months to sporadic verbal jabbing, which seemed lately to be mostly for form’s sake.


Their polar opposite political differences were still there creating friction between them, but the political stage had changed so much neither was precisely sure what they were fighting about any more. They still had no real liking for one another, but daily exposure even to a Death Eater had dulled Hermione’s antagonism. Once she got past his ferocious reputation he was just a man, and she was a very lonely young woman, living without any happiness at home. Hermione took a deep, scared breath and entered Lucius’ bedroom. She walked over to the side of his raised bed and waited at the edge.


Lucius looked over at her briefly and tidied his papers together, placing them on his nightstand. He spied Crookshanks trying to sneak into his bedroom behind Hermione. “Out!” he said to the cat. Hermione jumped and started to leave. “Not you, the damned cat. Can’t you pen him up somewhere?” Lucius had never been much for animals besides his owls for deliveries, but Crookshanks had attached himself to the wizard for some unknown reason, and Lucius had slowly tolerated him – with limits. The cat slunk back out. Lucius shut the door with a magic flick of the wrist.


He had already turned back the dark green silk quilted coverlet to the bottom of the wide four-poster bed and sat reclining on the sheets, wrapped up in his robe and displaying nothing but bare hands and feet. Hermione rather liked his feet; they were a bit bony making him more approachable somehow. She could see the faint mark of the magic anklet circling his leg.


“See anything you like, my dear?” Lucius had seen her staring at his bare feet and thought she was looking at his detested anklet, so the sniping came automatically. He dropped his papers onto his nightstand.


“Well, Lucius, now that you mention it, I do.” Hermione loosened the tie on her robe and dropped it on the rug. She had on the short yellow nightie and nothing else, but Lucius couldn’t see over the side of the tall, four-poster bed. He could only see down to her waist and she was wearing what looked like a see-through yellow spaghetti strap top that left nothing to the imagination.


“What are you doing?” Lucius tried to look disinterestedly at Hermione’s firm, young breasts. “Don’t tell me my tiny Mudblood wife is trying to seduce her big, bad Death Eater husband?” Lucius raised his arctic eyes to her face while casually folding his hands in his lap to keep his sudden erection from poking through his robe. “Are you asking me to do more than make my weekly deposit? I think that does make you an idiot, my dear. You’d better hope I’m not the greedy opportunist you painted me at dinner.” Lucius silently sucked in a ragged breath, practically choking on his tongue when Hermione climbed up onto the bed showing that her nightie was only just long enough to cover her derriere. She’d left the matching knickers in her bedroom. Now there was really nothing left to the imagination.


Hermione sat down on the gray satin sheets next to her husband, showing a mile of trim legs and ignoring his combative words, “I have come to the conclusion that we are cheating both ourselves and each other. Are you really so inadequate a lover, Lucius? Or is my experience of sex with you based merely on your concerted attempts to hurt me in every way possible?”


Lucius was astonished at Hermione’s forward behavior – and that…that… scrap of nothing she was wearing. She usually treated him like a loathsome monster to be avoided at all costs. He gritted his teeth and tried to project only boredom. She was so naïve, so sickeningly young, and so nearly irresistible. He desperately reminded himself that she wouldn’t have any finesse in bed whatsoever – well, he backpedaled, that was partly his fault for trying to get through his couplings with her as quickly as possible. But what did she, what did the Ministry, expect from him when they forced him to procreate with her or they’d be down on him like blowflies? It was unfair of her to tempt him like this. He’d been doing well enough. Ah, Merlin, but that was a lie. He’d been slowly going crazy with the total lack of erotic outlets he’d enjoyed before the edict. Lucius couldn’t look away from her body. What did he do now?


Hermione saw Lucius’ interest and knew she was fighting his pride. With his strength of mind, his pride would probably win and she’d be left with nothing – again. Deciding to take the fight to the enemy, she rolled over, pressing her breasts up against Lucius and pushing her hand into his robe to stroke his chest. Nice muscles Hermione discovered, rubbing her hand up and down his pectorals and some excellent washboard abs.


Lucius had his hands full, literally, and couldn’t defend himself against her seductive attack. He tried reason. “Hermione, stop that! Remember what happened the first time. You didn’t like it at all and you cried. You’ve never shown any interest in sex. What makes you think you will find the act any more appealing now?” Lucius remembered that first time too, and it caused his ‘interest’ to flag a bit.


He had doused the lights in the bedroom that first night and got into bed, looming over her. The entire wedding day’s experience had been gut-wrenching and he’d been nearly shaking with rage and sorrow at being forced to mate with her, to place his proud lineage into the body of a Mudblood. He’d felt Hermione shiver with fear at the intense anger coming from her new husband. Did she think he was now supposed to acknowledge his captor’s youth and vulnerability? Her behavior only made him see red. When she shrank away, he’d grabbed her hand and told her, “Dammit, I’m not losing a large chunk of my galleons to a sanction because of your missishness. You Mudbloods courted this catastrophe, now you can take the consequences.” Hermione had let out a squeak as he pulled her hand toward his groin. Lucius ground out, “You’ll have to put your hand on me. I can’t do this otherwise.”


Silent tears ran down her face as she’d begged, “Mr. Malfoy, you’re scaring me.” Then at the last minute she’d blurted out, “Please, I’m a virgin.”


“Good,” he’d said viciously. “You’re taking something precious away from me - my future, my unblemished genes - so I’ll be taking something precious away from you. Oh, and please,” he added sarcastically, “do call me Lucius.” He’d wrapped her hand around his member and pumped it through her fingers until he was hard, then tore open her robe, spread her legs and used his fingers to manipulate her until she got a modicum of wetness, enough for him to use. He did use some care in entering her, but he hadn’t stopped until he was fully seated within her. Her quiet sobbing was getting to him, but he managed to keep his concentration until he finished, relegating both her maidenhead and his Pureblood dynasty to history. Luckily for him, he’d been able to buy the contraceptive potion before the following week’s coupling and no conception had occurred that first night.


Hermione had been somewhat traumatized in her first encounter with Lucius, being scared of the unknown and having to be intimate with someone she’d mostly seen as a dangerous criminal. The pain itself had been more fear-based than physical. She had quickly discovered how to relax when he entered her so she could accept his size. Since then she’d had many opportunities to experience a few moments of Lucius penetrating her and she knew she was being left behind sexually.


True to her nature, Hermione had scoured Lucius’ vast library when he wasn’t around, looking for books on sex so she could learn about it in more detail. She had found several books with extremely graphic drawings and text, but little scientific information on what her body was supposed to get out of sex beyond some lurid stories. She finally gave up on that avenue in despair, deciding not to try a public library where anyone might see what she was researching. She was not about to ask Ginny Potter for details, either. That would have been too horribly humiliating to disclose that she was so ignorant after being in Lucius’ bed. Everyone would think it was she who was inadequate. They’d never believe it was Lucius “Hot Stud” Malfoy. His reputation would protect him and crucify her.


Months of learning to cope with his antagonistic attitude outside the bedroom had blunted her fear and built up her self-confidence at handling her intimidating husband. She had actually begun enjoying their verbal sparring, but lately she wanted more, even if it was from him. She had no interest in their couplings becoming hearts and flowers, but it could definitely be more than it was. Tonight was all about forcing her reluctant spouse to give her much, much more.


Hermione ran her hand down his torso, letting it slip below his waist where it was stopped by his tightly folded hands. She simultaneously raised her face to nestle under his chin and she started nibbling on his neck.


Lucius didn’t know which of her actions to address first. Push her face away or stop her roving hand. Merlin, they both felt so good! Lucius closed his eyes briefly and missed her other hand reaching for the robe at his neck. She pulled the fabric down and away from his shoulder, immediately following its exposure with kisses trailing down from his neck. She nipped at his shoulder, then advanced across his chest and stopped at a nipple, where she sucked hard.


Lucius abandoned his lap and tried pushing her away from his chest. The moment he released his death grip on his lap, Hermione’s first hand slipped further down and started massaging the head of his cock. Lucius hadn’t had anyone else’s hand on him since their first night and he knew he was seconds away from giving her anything she wanted. His pride stopped him only to a point. His mind was fogging up with desire, but he wanted her to acknowledge that she was driving this departure into a more physical relationship, not he.


“Tell me, Hermione…tell me exactly how you want to change our weekly coupling chore.” Lucius dragged her hand off his starving cock. “If this is a one-off tease or some kind of perverted joke to get me riled and then laugh, then let’s just get the routine over with and you can leave as usual. I warn you now, if this is a joke, you have gone way too far, and I promise I will make your life hell on a broomstick if you ever try it again.” Lucius was deadly serious. He had no sense of humor left as a cushion against his chronic sexual frustration.


Hermione heard the serious intent in his voice, but she knew her actions were no joke. She was very ready to change the relationship permanently and to acknowledge it in words if that was what he needed to hear. “I want sex, Lucius. In your bed, in my bed, but above all, in me. And not for a thirty-second quickie. I’m tired of this stagnant limbo we live in. You’re an experienced, sensual man. Show me what you can accomplish with a female. I’m a very fast learner if you show me what you like.”


Lucius studied her face for a few more seconds trying to read her sincerity in her expression. Then he nodded. “If you want to start a more complete sexual relationship with me, I’ll need some assurances before I accept your change of heart. First, you can take off your very pretty nightdress. You won’t need it any more; it’s done its job.”


Hermione took a deep breath and yanked the nightie up and off over her head. Then she sat awaiting more instructions.