Girl Talk

Scenario 5: Try a Little Tenderness





For Utopia….





Things were not going according to plan for Hermione in regards to the wizard who had started out as a one night stand but somehow ended up her lover. While she could never deny that the moments spent in his arms, his bed or wherever else he decided to have her, were anything but incredible, there was something lacking. She needed something more, something she just didn’t think Lucius was capable of giving her.







So she did the only thing she could think of to protect herself and her heart, she stopped seeing him. She avoided him at all costs, even skipping the board meetings and sending all documents regarding their business dealings via owl.







For the first week Lucius found it amusing and made a point of showing up wherever she was and flirting with her. The second week he seemed annoyed, especially when her secretary refused to let him in to see her. The third week he seemed to get the hint and he stayed away. But by the time a month had rolled around, he was just plain angry.







She was on her way to the lift after putting in nearly four hours of overtime that day when he stepped out from another corridor and blocked her path.







“In a hurry?” He asked, his silver eyes flashing. He held himself tightly, clearly angry but unwilling to make a public spectacle of himself, even if they were the only people there. She stopped, staring straight ahead, refusing to look up because she knew if she looked into his eyes she would be lost.







“Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy.” She said, trying to step around him only to have him step to the side and block her again.







“Cut the Mr. Malfoy shit, Hermione. You know my name; Merlin knows you’ve screamed it enough times that it should now be burned into your brain.” He whispered harshly. “What is going on, why are you avoiding me?”







“I don’t know what you mean.” She lied, trying again to step around him, wishing that she could just disapparate and cursing the wards that prevented it. “Let me pass.”







“Not until you tell me what your problem is.” He said.







“Look, we had fun, you made up for years of disappointment and no other wizard I know can hold a candle to you, but now it’s done. Find yourself a new plaything, Lucius, because I’m finished.” She feinted right then slipped around him to the left and hit the button for the lift.







“I don’t want a new plaything, I’m not tired of the one I have.” He growled, grabbing her arm firmly but with restraint to assure him self that he wasn’t hurting her.







“Well I’m tired of you.” She said, wrenching her arm free as the doors open and she stepped inside.







“Oh no you don’t.” He said, following her. “What happened to change your mind all of a sudden? Things were going along just fine and then suddenly you climb out of my bed one morning and ignore me for weeks.”







“Things were going along fine for you, not me, I was unhappy but you didn’t notice.” She said, staring at the lift door.







“You didn’t seem unhappy to me, in fact I made damn sure of it every time I took you to my bed.” He snapped.









“That’s just it, Lucius, for you this was all about sex.” She said. “I tried to be casual about it, I tried to just enjoy what we had together, but I guess I’m just not that kind of witch. I need more, more than you can give me.”







She stepped from the lift, tears pricking her eyes as she hurried into the travel corridor and disapparated home leaving a confused wizard staring after her.













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Hermione reclined against the back of her porcelain, claw foot tub soaking in the hot water. Scented candles flickered around the room and soft music floated from the tiny stereo sitting on the closed lid of the commode. She swiped the tears from her cheeks and wondered how many nights she would cry for him.







She looked over at her new mobile phone when it rang, Lucius had broken her other one but replaced it when she complained. She stared at the display and smiled, it was Ginny.







“Hello, Gin.” She said softly into the phone.







“Let me guess…you are sitting in the tub, drinking a glass of wine, listening to sad love songs and crying again. Am I right?” Ginny asked. Hermione looked over at the half empty goblet sitting on the hamper just as the sad lyrics of What if You began to flow from the stereo.







“Lucky guess or are you spying on me?” Hermione laughed.









“I hear the sound of laughter but you don’t feel it. What’s going on, luvvy?” She asked.









“I got in over my head, Gin. I got in over my head and I just couldn’t stay afloat.” Hermione let her head fall back and the tears flow freely.







“I’m sorry, Mione.” Ginny said softly. “Do you….love him?”







“I don’t know, but I know that he will never love me and I just can’t continue sleeping with him knowing he doesn’t care.”







“How do you know he doesn’t care, Mione? Did he say that?” Ginny asked.







“No, but it was obvious from the start that our relationship was all about sex. I don’t blame him; it is all my fault because I thought I could handle it.” She said. “Turns out I can’t, I need more.”







“Have you spoken to him?”









“Briefly, he was angry.” She said.







“I bet. Are you certain this is what you want, Mione? You two seemed to have so much passion between you.”







“It’s not about what I want. Wanting him has never been an issue in the time we’ve been together. But how long am I supposed to pretend that wild, mindless sex is enough?” She skimmed her fingertips over the surface of the water and watched the ripples. “I mean, every time with him is so…overpowering. It’s incredible how he makes me feel, but there is no tenderness. The closest he has come to making love to me was that first time and even then I was overwhelmed.”









“Do you want me to come over? I can bring some more wine, some chocolate and we can watch sappy films all night.”







“No…I’ll take a rain check though.” Hermione smiled, knowing she was blessed to have a friend who cared so much. “I think I’ll just finish my bath and go to bed, sleep will do me some good.”







“Alright, luvvy, tea tomorrow?”







“I’ll see you then, Gin.” She said, closing the phone and setting it aside as she sunk lower into the tub. She couldn’t help but wonder where he was and who he was with.









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I know that he will never love me.







Over and over those words played in Lucius’s head as he stood outside her bathroom door. She had thrown him in the lift with her words. He thought she knew that he cared, that he wouldn’t have pursued her so diligently, so openly if it was only about sex. He couldn’t say that he was in love with her, but he certainly cared.







If she wanted to know how he felt why didn’t she just ask him? Instead she made assumptions and pushed him away. Didn’t she realize what he had done to be with her? That he shoved decades, over a quarter of a century of personal beliefs and politics aside, for her? Did she really think he would do that, go through all he had gone through if he didn’t care? He looked back at the bathroom door with an expression of hurt on his face.







On the other side she sat crying in the bath spilling her heart out to her friend, lamenting the fact that she believed he didn’t care, could never love her. Maybe she was right, maybe he would never love her but he cared and that was the first step. Lucius had learned that never was an illusion, all things one believed could never happen usually did happen eventually.









He felt guilty as he listened to her, beginning to see things from her point of view. He really hadn’t given her any reason to believe his interest was about anything other than sex. Hell he had approached her for just that reason, intrigued by her lack of knowledge, challenged by her past and arrogant enough to want to show her the truth about sex. She was right when she said he had never made love to her. From the moment she had port keyed into his rooms he had set out to mark her, to burn her with his need, his desire, to show her and himself that he could make her body sing for him again and again.







He wanted her to need him. He didn’t understand why he wanted it so much. It was a constant thread in his life, this need to be needed. Generally the only thing anyone needed from him was his galleons. Narcissa had never needed him, never wanted his passion or his love so he focused on his son, turning Draco into a spoiled brat. He tried to become indispensable to the Dark Lord but in the end it wasn’t him that was needed, it was his money, his home and his family.









He wasn’t sure what the future held for him in regards to the little witch crying in her bath, but he knew he wasn’t ready to let her go. He looked around her small bedroom and realized he had never even been in her house until now. Of course she had never invited him to her home, she hadn’t invited him now, he had simply shown up, broken her wards and let himself in. He should probably feel guilty for that too, he had after all invaded her privacy and technically broken the law.







Her bed was large thankfully, the elaborately carved iron headboard a work of art with its curls and beautifully wrought vines of flowers. Her nightstands and dressers were all a honeyed pine and the bedding, drapes and carpets were all varying shades of cream, tan and terra cotta.







In fact everything in her house was earth toned and designed for comfort. It was cozy, though way too small for Lucius to find it comfortable. However, it made him realize how cold his own home was, a museum filled with pieces of furniture and bits of art handed down from generation to generation that showed the wealth and prestige of the Malfoy family but offered little in the way of comfort.







He shook off his thoughts and looked back to the closed bathroom door. He couldn’t let her end things thinking he didn’t care, he didn’t want her to end things period. He moved around the room, using his wand to duplicate and light the various candles he found littering the surfaces of her furniture. He turned down her bed and found a decent bottle of wine in her kitchen. He set the scene for romance, seduction, for making love to the witch who had literally left him gasping for air when she walked away from him.









He sat there sipping his wine for what seemed like an eternity before she finally opened the door and stepped out, shrieking and slamming her back into the wall when she saw him reclining on her bed.







“Lucius?” She couldn’t believe he was in her house, in her bed, reclining against her pillows with his bare feet and open shirt sipping wine like he owned the place. She looked around and saw the dozens of candles flickering then looked back at the man now rising slowly from the bed. “How did you get in here?”







“Your wards are good, but they aren’t a match for me or the skills I acquired in my past.” He said, walking towards her. She looked delectable, her skin all dewy and pink from her bath, her sweet curves wrapped in a plush red towel. “I had to see you.”







“I’ve said all I needed to say, Lucius….you can’t just let yourself into my home like this!” She said, her body instantly heating when he stopped in front of her, his scent reaching her nostrils. She wondered briefly if he used pheromones then thought better of it, Lucius wouldn’t stoop to that level, he didn’t need to.







“That’s right, Hermione. You said all that you needed to say, but I haven’t had my say yet.” Lucius reached up and laid his hand on her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into it unconsciously. “I handled things poorly. What we have is more than sex, though I will admit that from the beginning it seems to have been the focus. I have a passionate and dominating nature, I know that, I know that I have a tendency to walk into a room and immediately take over. It has made me successful in business but it doesn’t work so well in relationships.” Her eyes flickered open and met his. “It may not seem like it, but I care, I have from the start.”







“Why are you telling me this now?” She asked softly, stunned.







“Because I realized that I have not been clear as to my reasons for being in this relationship, and if you really want to end things between us, I wanted you to know the truth.” He said.







“Alright….but why not pen me a letter? Why the candles and the wine and the breaking and entering?”







“I had hoped to change your mind.” He said, his fingers smoothing down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. “Tonight will be something new, something different.” He whispered. “Tonight I want to seduce you, then make love to you the way I should have long before now.”







“Wait…this is moving too fast…you can’t just come in here and switch everything up on me, Lucius!” Though her lips protested, her neck tilted to the side to give him better access to the sensitive flesh prickling beneath his touch.







“Give me a chance to prove to you that I can bend…to show you how I really feel about you.” He pressed the softest kiss against the pulse that was pounding visibly at the base of her throat. “Please give me another chance.”







She melted at his words, her heart racing as the aloof, always in control wizard practically begged her not to send him away. A soft sob slid past her lips as she leaned into him.







“Lucius, you are tearing me apart.” She whispered, tears flowing anew. He pulled back and wiped the tears away with his thumbs.







“Don’t cry, Hermione, just relax and let me love you.” He said softly. “What were you going to do with that?” He asked, gesturing towards the tub of body cream in her hands and the bottle of bright pink nail polish.







“Oh…I always use the body cream after my baths and I wanted to paint my toenails.” She said, staring at the forgotten items she was clutching in her hands.







“Let me help you.” He said, taking the items from her and leading her to the bed. “Lay back and relax.” He said, directing her on to the bed so that she was reclining against the pillows. He situated himself at the foot of the bed and pulled her feet into his lap.







“What are you doing?” She asked, watching him read the bottle of nail polish.







“I’m going to paint your toes….Passion Flushed Pink.” He said, looking at the sticker on the bottom. “Then I plan to color the rest of you in the same shade a bit later.” He said, smiling suggestively at her.







“You are going to paint my toenails? Lucius have you ever done anything like this before?” She asked, not wanting her toes to look like a toddler’s finger painting.







“Yes, I am going to paint them for you and no, I haven’t done this before, but how hard can it be? I have painted things before and I have regular manicures to keep my hands and nails in good condition.” He said. “Don’t worry, I wont make a mess of things.”







She was skeptical as she watched him unscrew the cap and curl his nose at the strong scent of the polish. He withdrew the brush and stared at it for a moment before casting a spell that held the bottle of polish suspended in midair while he bent over her feet and began gently and carefully applying the bright pink lacquer to her toenails.







He was so focused as he filled in with the little brush. He didn’t miss a spot nor did he “color” outside the lines so to speak. When he was finished, her nails looked salon perfect and he looked rather proud of himself as he blew gently on her toes.







“Oh my! They look wonderful.” She said, wiggling her toes as she admired his handiwork.







“They do, don’t they?” He said, casting a little drying charm before kissing her toes, each in turn.







“That tickles!” She laughed and shifted her feet in his lap. “Thank you, that was sweet.”









“Slytherins aren’t sweet.” He said, twisting the cap back onto the bottle and sending it across the room to her bureau.









“You are. Can you imagine how all your death eater friends would react to you at my feet painting my toenails?” She teased.









“Every last one of them would be green with envy.” He said. “Even more so if they were to see me rubbing every inch of you with that cream over there.” He held up his hand and accio’d the little tub of lotion. He unscrewed the top and sniffed the thick contents. “Coconut….smells delicious.”







He scooped out some of the cool, thick lotion and began at her feet, rubbing it slowly into her skin, his thumbs pressing into her arch and his fingers sliding between her toes. She was chewing on her bottom lip, watching him from beneath drooping lids. Lucius Malfoy pampering her was not something she ever thought to see. Of course she never dreamed she would be his lover either; it seemed that where he was concerned she needed to learn to expect the unexpected.





He massaged his way up her legs, kneading and working the tight muscles in her calves and thighs until he reached the bottom of her towel. He scooted his way up the bed, draping her legs over his thighs as he began to work the lotion into her arms and hands before he slid behind her, arranging her so that she was sitting between his thighs. He began by massaging the back of her neck, smirking when she groaned and started to relax.







He worked the muscles of her upper back, easing the knots from her shoulders with his thumbs.







“Remove the towel.” He whispered, reaching around her to tug the end tucked between her breasts until it opened and fell away. He trailed his cream slick hands down her spine, massaging and rubbing away the tension in her lower back, then sliding his hands between her bottom and the bed to squeeze before his hands came back up and slid around to the tops of her thighs.







Her hips and abdomen were anointed with the tropical scent, then her breasts. He carefully avoided her nipples, knowing he wanted to have his mouth on her and wishing to taste only her. He pulled her back against him, one hand resting on her stomach and the other stroking lightly over her collarbones.







“How do you feel?” He asked, pecking tiny kisses against her neck.







“Mmmm….boneless.” She said, shifting in his embrace.







“I think you are beautiful.” He whispered. “Especially like this, when you are so relaxed and resting comfortably in my arms.” He licked the shell of her ear and bit lightly into the lobe. “Do you know that I stay up long after you have drifted off and watch you sleep? I know you probably think I am creepy for doing it, but that smile you wear when you dream bewitches me because I know I put it there, that you smile because of the pleasure you found in my touch.” He kissed her shoulders and tightened his arms around her. “No one ever smiles, really smiles, for me, but you do. Do you know what that does to me?”







She could hear the emotion in his voice and it sent shivers down her spine. To hear him confessing such personal, intimate things to her was pushing her to the edge of something she feared yet craved with all her heart….love.







“When you are away from me, I miss you.” he said, barely above a whisper. “Don’t think that it easy for me to admit that or that I am just spewing pretty words. I will not lie to you, Hermione, ever. I promise you that.”







“Lucius…” She sobbed his name and turned in his arms, coming to her knees between his thighs and sliding her hands through the hair at his temples. “No more talk, make love with me like you promised.”







There was no need to ask him twice as he sat up and wrapped his arms tightly around her, his lips finding hers in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. He could taste her tears as their lips moved slowly together and his chest felt tight, he didn’t want her crying for any reason, especially not because of him.





He lowered her gently to the bed and pulled back long enough to remove his shirt and trousers before stretching out alongside her. There would be no games, no creative positions or locations, there was no room in the bed for anything other than the two bodies coming together and nothing more was needed.









His hands moved over her, cupping, stroking, teasing until she was arching beneath him, her hands kneading and clutching at the muscles of his back. She hooked one ankle around his thigh and began rubbing against him, stimulating her aching sex against his thigh as he suckled gently on her nipples. Tiny moans and sighs encouraging him as he explored her with infinite tenderness.









Had he ever taken such care with any woman before? Had he ever wanted to?









He moved between her thighs carefully, his aroused cock settling into the wet notch of her sex instantly yet he didn’t enter.







“Open your eyes, Hermione….look at me.” He whispered, watching her eyelids flutter then open, her whiskey gaze meeting his. “Don’t look away.”







He pressed into her slowly, feeling her slick, tight heat along every inch of his shaft as he filled her. He cupped the side of her neck with one hand and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip and chin, then nipped it tenderly. His other hand clasped her hip as he began to thrust, roll and grind his pelvis slowly against her.







The intensity of his loving was agonizing in his slow, deliberate pace. He would carry her up to the brink, then ease her back only to take her there again. Their eyes remained locked, their bodies beginning to shimmer in the candlelight as they broke out in a fine sheen of perspiration.







“Give me another chance.” He whispered, brushing his lips across hers as he increased the cadence of his thrusting minimally. “Don’t leave me.” He breathed, groaning as the glove of her sex began to pulse around him. “Love me.”









He buried his face in the side of her neck with those last words, muffling them slightly but not enough to hide them from her. She sobbed her release as her body and her heart convulsed. She felt him filling her with his seed as her soul overflowed with the feelings she fought. She cried softly into his shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around his chest. He didn’t say anything as he struggled to understand what was happening inside of him, why he felt so strongly for her, why he wanted her love so badly.







He withdrew from her gently but pulled away only long enough to wipe his seed from their bodies and pull the blanket up. He settled back between her thighs, his abdomen nestled in the cradle of her hips, his head on her chest. For the first time he could remember, Lucius let a woman hold him and offer him comfort. With her fingers combing through his hair and her heart beating against his cheek, he slipped into sleep thinking that nothing had ever felt so right.









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This scenario is dedicated to Utopia…who wanted candlelight, romance and lovemaking.







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The Lyrics to the song that she was listening to in the bath….sung by Joshua Radin



What If You



What if you

Could wish me away

What if you

Spoke those words today



I wonder if you\'d miss me

When I\'m gone

It\'s come to this, release me

I\'ll leave before the dawn



But for tonight

I\'ll stay here with you

Yes, for tonight

I\'ll lay here with you



But when the sun

Hits your eyes

Through your window

There\'ll be nothing you can do



What if you

Could hear this song

What if I

Felt like I belong



I might not be leaving

Oh so soon

Began the night believing

I loved you in the moonlight



So, for tonight

I\'ll stay here with you

Yes, for tonight

I\'ll lay here with you



But when the sun

Hits your eyes

Through your window

There\'ll be nothing you can do



I could\'ve treated you better

Better than this

Well, I\'m gone, this song\'s your letter

Can\'t stay in one place



So, for tonight

I\'ll stay here with you

Yes, for tonight

I\'ll lay here with you



But when the sun

Hits your eyes

Through your window

There\'ll be nothing you can do