Diamond in the Rough

He carried her over to his bed and dropped her down on top of it. Pulling out his wand he leveled it at her. “Stay put.” He said to her in a low silky voice.

Watching her, he eased out of his formal robes and tossed them onto the ottoman at the foot of his bed. By Gods, he felt invigorated; it seemed as if it had been ages since he had felt this alive. Smirking, he looked over at the little hellion. Keeping his wand trained on her he took his time rolling up his sleeves and pulled the tangled ribbon from his hair. He shook his head and his hair cascaded down in white blond waves. He flipped his head and his hair fell over to the side framing his face.

She raised herself up on her forearms, palms flat against the opulent covers. She eyed him warily. Her hoodie had unzipped and fell to either side of her. When she had raised herself up on her elbows it caused her breasts to push up and strain against her cotton t-shirt. She had lost her chopstick in her mad dash for freedom and her hair now tumbled down around her in riotous disarray. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her chest was heaving slightly. His eyes fell to her full breasts and he felt his groin tighten. By Gods, she was lovely as she lay sprawled on his bed, her body was tense and she looked as if she was ready to take flight at any moment.

She opened her mouth to speak and he shook his head and said, “Hush, I want you quiet.” She narrowed her eyes at him and her stubborn little chin rose up at his command. He held a smile in check. It was important to ensure she understood that he called the shots, not her; he needed to make it clear to her up front who would hold the reins between them.

“Those clothes you are wearing are dreadful. You deliberately wore them to provoke me. I believe the first order of business should be to get rid of those offensive garments.” Hermione quickly scooted back against the headboard and grabbed a giant pillow squeezing it tightly against her.

“Tut, tut, put the pillow down and remove that abhorrent pink atrocity, my dear.” Lucius said haughtily.

Hermione chewed on her bottom lip, assessing various options out of her current predicament. She wanted her wand back but how…? She put the pillow down and slid off the bed to stand up. He was watching her like a hawk. She pulled off her sweatshirt and tossed it on the bed.

“Shoes,” he motioned to her feet with his wand. She pulled off one boot then the other, tossing them on the bed. Lucius leaned against the bed post and said, “Now the shirt.” Hermione looked long and hard at Lucius. He waved his wand in front of her. She sighed and crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing her shirt hem she pulled it over her head, tossing it on the bed as well.

Lucius felt his mouth go dry. She had high, generous, lushly rounded breasts that spilled over her sheer pink bra. Her waist tapered in showcasing a taut belly and gently rounded hips. Her body was truly hourglass shaped. Her skin had a faint golden tinge and was flawless; Lucius felt his cock painfully harden.

He threw his wand down onto the bed and strode over to her. He seized her by her arms and pulled her roughly against him while at the same time lowering his head he captured her lips with his. Hermione startled began pushing against him but stopped when he licked his tongue against the seam of her lips and drew her bottom lip into his mouth sucking gently. She gasped and he plunged his tongue in.

He coaxed, tasted and teased with his lips and tongue. Hermione was shocked by her body’s response to his kiss; heat pooled low within her body and she felt herself begin to grow damp. She had expected his kiss to be cold and stiff. It was hot, wet, wild and oh so sinful. How had she ever imagined him to be cold? She moved her palms up against his chest, her fingers grasping then digging into the edges of his waistcoat.

Gods, he tasted amazing and his smell drove her wild. He was spicy; she took in the subtle scents of cinnamon, sandalwood and cloves. Reveling in sensation, she was brought back to harsh reality when she felt her wand against her right breast.

She had forgotten herself momentarily, my Gods; the man knew how to kiss. She wound that rich, luxurious, platinum hair around her left hand and stole her right hand into his waistcoat. As he nibbled his way to her ear, she pulled hard on his hair and pushed her wand against his throat.

“I want you to back away nice and slow.” She whispered. He was stunned; he had completely lost his head as soon as she had pulled off her shirt. He nodded slightly to her and took a few steps back.

Hermione pointed to the chaise with her wand and said, “Sit.”

The mantle clock began chiming, for Goddess sake, it was finally midnight, thank the Gods, she smiled with relief, “Mr. Malfoy I must say this has been a tremendously enlightening evening.”

He took in her flushed cheeks and delectably swollen lips, sneering at her he said, “You won’t be able to apparate out of the manor.”

“I won’t have to,” she took the crystal snake out of her jeans pocket and held it out to him so he could see it as it began to glow. Standing abruptly he made a move towards her. She leveled her wand at him, “Down Boy.” He sat back down.

“You didn’t think I would come here unprepared did you?” she quirked a delicate brow at him and then she was gone.

Lucius swore violently, his frustration was tangible; he was torn between wanting to smack her or fuck her hard, either way the little hoyden wouldn’t be able to walk for days once he got his hands on her. Pushing hard on his erection, he thought, “Gods, she is lovely.” He smirked to himself, she would be his quite soon.

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As she arrived in her living room, she began waving her wand throughout her flat ensuring her wards had been set and would hold in place. She really didn’t want any unexpected company and she knew now not to put anything past that sneaky Slytherin. The damn forceful, potent bastard.

She pulled on a night shirt, made herself a nice, hot, calming cup of tea and sat down to think. The evening had been illuminating that was for certain. She smiled thinking of his look of incredulity when she had thrown his precious crystal glass into the fireplace. She started to laugh until she had tears pouring down her cheeks.

The man was hot there was no two ways about it. She now understood why so many women made absolute fools of themselves where he was concerned. My Gods, when he had smacked her, she felt as if electricity shot straight to her groin. He would drive her to her wits end and put her libido into overdrive, damn him.

Her situation as she saw was she was getting married on Saturday, there was no way around that. She was marrying a big, masculine, incredibly sexy, ex-death eater, she rethought that and added a very domineering, big, masculine, sexy ex-death eater. Her brows knit in concentration. She believed she would take another day off. After all, it was the day before her wedding. She needed to make some preparations.

The next morning, Hermione threw a handful of floo powder into her fireplace and called out “Potter residence” Ginny’s face popped into the green flames. “Hi ‘Mione,” Ginny greeted her cheerily.

“Ginny, can you take the day off today?” Hermione asked. “I need your help.”

“Harry told me what was going on ‘Mione, of course I can take time off. Let me have Mum take James and we can meet in the Leaky Cauldron for brunch.”

Hermione had gotten there ahead of Ginny, secured a nice quiet booth in the back of the busy tavern and ordered two lemonades. Ginny took a long, good look at her lovely friend's face and hugged her tight.

“Hermione, how are you?” She sat down at the booth and placed her hand on top of Hermione’s.

“Surprisingly enough Gin, I’m okay right now.”

Ginny lifted a lovely sculpted eyebrow and looked at Hermione inquisitively. A smile tugged at Hermione’s lips and she said, “I had dinner with Malfoy Senior, last night.”

Seeing the small smile play around Hermione’s lips, Ginny grinned at Hermione and said, “Ohhhh, tell me everything.” So Hermione did. It was not long before Hermione watched Ginny laugh herself silly as she described the events of the prior evening and she ended up laughing right along with Ginny.

“Oh my Gods, ‘Mione, that is brilliant. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall. Merlin’s hairy balls, I think I just peed myself, the joys of pregnancy.” She wiped her eyes with her napkin. She looked up and caught Hermione’s eye and the two of them began to giggle all over again.

Hermione looked thoughtfully at Ginny, “You know Ginny, after last night, I got to thinking maybe I have been in a bit of rut without realizing it. I have worked so hard for such a nice quiet life and last night, it felt like it had been ages since I have felt so energized and with Lucius Malfoy of all people.”

She ran a finger around the rim of her glass. “But I’m still pretty livid about having to be subjected to this asinine marriage law. I still think I should have a choice as to who I marry and when I want to have children.”

Ginny sobered, “I know ‘Mione. I was quite surprised that this marriage law came to pass. I’m sorry. Please know both Harry and I will always be there for you if you need a shoulder to lean on or you just need to talk.”

“Thank you Ginny, I appreciate that. So let me tell you the reason I wanted to see you today. The civil ceremony is taking place tomorrow at 10:00 in the morning and although it’s not a wedding per se, I would love your assistance in helping me find an outfit for the ceremony.”

Ginny grinned wickedly, her brown eyes sparkling, “Now, are we aiming for the muggle or witch’s look?”

Hermione looked at her friend and grinned cheekily, “I do so enjoy keeping him on his toes. The last thing I want him to be able to think is that I’m predictable.”

Ginny smiled, “I think I know just the place.”


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Lucius was irritated. He had gone to the little witch’s flat but had been unable to get in. She hadn’t answered any of his owls or floo calls. Damned chit.

He had gone down to the ministry expecting to see her in that little closet she called an office but she hadn’t been there either. He was vastly annoyed, he did not wait for what he wanted and people certainly did not ignore Lucius Malfoy. He swung by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and discovered after speaking to her boss, she had taken the last two days off. Interesting… where could the little witch be?

Hermione stepped out of her fireplace late in the day and walked into her tiny kitchen, unloading groceries for the evening. She walked into her bedroom and was pulled up short when she saw Lucius Malfoy lying on her bed, arms cradling his head as he stared straight at her with those cool gray eyes as she stood stock still in the doorway.

“How did you get in here?” she asked him quietly

“I connected your floo to Malfoy Manor. Our match result is in essence a betrothal which allows me to connect our floos to one another.” He looked at her nonchalantly.

“I would think my permission would be mandatory,” a frown beginning to form on her face.

“Hardly given I’m your affianced.” He said coolly, rolling gracefully over on his side, he sat up and looked at her appraisingly.

She shook her head; ludicrous, archaic wizarding laws.

“I would like to take you dinner tonight” Lucius stood up and walked towards her. Hermione reached in her robes for her wand. Lucius smirked at her, “Dinner, Hermione, we haven’t had a chance to talk.”

She started as he used her first name. “Really? Aren’t you worried you might be embarrassed to be seen with me?” She asked him archly.

“Why would I be embarrassed?” He stood looking down at her taking in her sweet scent, was that apricot?

“You’ll be seen in public with your mudbl…”

He pressed a finger to her lips. “I believe I’ve told you before to watch your language. I can only think I might be embarrassed if you intend to showcase your atrocious table manners again, in which case….” he stopped talking when he realized she was looking up at him in amusement.

Goddess, he smelled good, she narrowed her eyes at him, “Stop telling me what to do,” she admonished. “I believe I can behave appropriately in a public setting.”