Of Books and Leather

When Lucius and Hermione emerged from her office, Ginny and Severus were anxiously waiting for them by the front desk.

“Why, do I think, it was those two that set us up?” Hermione nodded over the two standing by the checkout.

“It wouldn’t surprise me, since it was Severus who told me about your store. But why involve Miss Weasley?” Lucius stated.

Hermione was shocked. “He did! Well it was Ginny who made me go to your club. Do you think she knew that you owned the club?”

“I don’t see how… Unless Severus told her? He is my silent partner after all,” Lucius whispered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at Severus.

“How would she have gotten that out of him?” Hermione rubbed her hand on her forehead. It had already been a long day and it wasn’t even noon yet. “I say we get to the bottom of things. First let's start by figuring out why and how our loving friends decided to come together and interfere with our lives.”

Lucius nodded his head. “Agreed. Although, I must point out that if, it wasn’t for them… ”

Hermione waved him off and smiled. “Yes, yes I know, but they don’t know that.”

They both marched up to Severus and Ginny. “You two have a lot explaining to do,” Hermione said accusingly.

“Severus, what is the meaning of this?” Lucius asked accusingly.

Ginny whispered to Severus, “I think they figured us out.”

“Took them long enough. I thought Hermione, would have had it figured out before she left the club.”

“You’re Sebastian!” Hermione whispered, her voice taking on a slight surprised tone.

“Yes, a know-it-all like you should have figured that out already.” Severus pointed out.

“Oh, I’m sorry; I just never expected a greasy bat would ever be at that kind of club.” Hermione retorted.

“Hermione, please do not refer to my place of business as ‘that kind of club',” Lucius stated.

“Do you want my customers to know exactly what kind of club you own?” Hermione whispered.

Lucius looked around and saw a few curious patrons standing just a little too close. It would not have seemed so suspicious if one of them wasn’t looking at a book upside down, “Good point.” The group moved to a quieter part of the store.

“Hermione, Sally filled us in on what happened with Ron,” Ginny said, changing the subject.

“Too bad she didn’t witness the whole thing. What a bastard! He was lucky I didn’t call the Aurors on his ass!” Hermione fumed.

Lucius smirked, “I still think you should have. It would have been amusing to see Harry Potter arrest his best friend.”

“He probably would have liked it. Ron and Harry got into a big argument on Saturday,” Ginny piped in.

“About what?” Hermione inquired, looking over to the redhead.

Ginny flinched. “You. Ron found out you went to the club with me. How he knew what type of club it is still plagues me. He accused Harry of letting me; 'get out of control', and how he; 'should do something about it'. Harry went off his nut on him.”

“Excuse me, but my club isn’t a bad place to go,” Lucius stated.

“Of course it isn’t,” Hermione whispered.

“But when the dress code requires masks and leather, people are going to start thinking something strange is going on,” Severus whispered, raising one of his dark brows.

“How would they know that, unless they've been there?” Besides it was your idea, if you recall,” Lucius snapped.

“That was only because I didn’t want anyone to recognize me,” Severus said.

Hermione stopped the two of them before the argument escalated. They would be at it all day if she didn’t, and would probably resort to duelling in her bookshop. “I don't think this is the best place for this conversation. It is starting to scare away my customers.”

Severus sighed, “I need to go anyway, my classes are about to begin soon, and I want the students to see my disapproving scowl when then they come in the Potions classroom.”

“It’s good to know some things never change,” Ginny replied, rolling her eyes to the ceiling.

“As always it is a pleasure, Miss Weasley,” Severus replied, bending over Ginny’s hand to kiss it lightly, ignoring her comment.

Severus straightened, and turned to Hermione. “I trust I will hear from you when my special order comes in.”

“Of course. It should be in on Wednesday,” she replied, smiling at Severus’s gentlemanly gesture.

“Good day, Lucius. I'll see you Friday night?” he asked as he bowed his head in a show of respect.

“I will be there,” he said as he smiled at Hermione.

“Good day,” Severus said as he turned and left the store in his billowing fashion.

Ginny giggled as she brought a hand up to disguise the noise. “He always did know how to leave a room.

Hermione turned to Ginny. “You are not getting off that easily. Why did you set Lucius and me up?”

“Because you needed someone to step in, you were starting to get really bitchy lately. You needed someone to relieve the tension.” Ginny winked at Lucius.

Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head at her best friend.

“How did you figure out I was the owner?” Lucius asked.

“Severus told me. And before you ask how I got him to tell me. Let’s just say I tapped into my inner Slytherin.” Ginny held a sly smile on her face.

Lucius bent down and whispered in the younger witch’s ear, “I’m glad you did.”

She flustered a little, “Thank you. Now I must be off too. I am meeting Harry for lunch.”

“Tell him I said hi,” Hermione said.

“I will.” And with that, Ginny turned around and left the bookstore, making not quite as an impressive exit as Severus though.

“I am not done with her. She has more explaining to do.” Hermione beamed at Lucius. “I need to get some actual work done today. Maybe we can talk again later?”

Lucius grinned back. “How about you come over to the manor after work and we can talk to your heart’s content?”

Hermione blushed slightly. “I think I could agree to that. I will be there around six.”

“I look forward to it.” He gave her a quick kiss on her hand, bowing over it in the same manner as Severus had done to Ginny less then two minutes previously. It made Hermione’s heart flutter wildly in her chest as he looked up into her eyes and smiled.

Hermione sighed happily to herself, “I think this is going to be a very interesting relationship.”

*~*~*

At six o’clock Hermione Apparated to the doorstep of Malfoy Manor. The house-elf, Tiki, showed Hermione to the library where Lucius was waiting for her.

Lucius smiled when she walked in the room. “Hermione, I am glad that you are here.”

“So am I,” she said.

“Would you like to engage in small talk first, or would you like to skip the pleasantries and just go to the bedroom,” Lucius said, getting straight to the point.

Hermione lifted an eyebrow. “Your bedroom, don’t you mean the dungeons?”

He smirked at her. “You are not ready for that yet, but all in due time.”

Hermione’s mouth opened in shock. “I was kidding.”

“Then so was I,” he said, but Hermione wasn't sure she believed him. Did he really have a dungeon?

Her eyes narrowed a bit. “I don’t believe you.”

“Be careful, that gorgeous mind of yours is going to get you into trouble,” he said as he walked towards her.

“Doesn’t it always,” Hermione joked, belaying the nerves she felt whenever in the presence of this wizard.

“Yes, but this time it will be in a good way,” Lucius said as he wrapped his arms around her and Apparated them both to his bedroom.

Hermione looked at her surroundings; she was a bit overwhelmed. His bedroom was bigger then her flat. His furnishings surprised her. He had a massive cherry wood, four- poster bed, decorated in dark green and black. She looked closer at the bed and noticed metal rings attached to each of the posts.

He had very few decorations in the room, besides the bed. There was a cherry wood, wardrobe in the corner, and a door leading to, what she assumed, was a bathroom and a set of French doors that led to a balcony.

“Not much in the way of decorations,” Hermione mused half to herself.

“I believe that a bedroom only needs the necessities.”

“Me too,” she said as she stepped to him.

“Trust me, Hermione, I will not hurt you,” Lucius said as he bent down and kissed her mouth.

She bit her lip and nodded. “I know you won’t hurt me,” she murmured.

“Good girl.” With a wave of his wand, Hermione’s clothes disappeared.

She let out a small shriek, “Warn me before you do that.”

He smirked at her. “Where would the fun be if I did that? Now go lay on the bed like a good little submissive.”

She hesitated for a moment, there was no going back after this but she did what this. She climbed on the bed, the silk green duvet felt sensual against her bare skin.

Lucius breath caught in his throat. She looked absolutely, magnificent, lying across his bed. “You look exquisite.” He’d drawn the green drapes on the balcony doors and he lit several candles; she looked stunning in candle light.

He quickly shed his clothes with a wave of his wand. “Turn over; I have a surprise for you.”

Hermione gave him a questionable look.

“Do not make me ask you again or there will be consequences.”

Hermione eyes glazed over with lust as she rolled onto her stomach.

Lucius went to his wardrobe and pulled out his leather gloves. He slowly put them on teasing Hermione. He treaded silently as he went over to the bed.

“Are those the same gloves from Friday night?” She eyed them in wonder.

Lucius smiled at her. “I have several pairs made of the finest leather.”

Hermione began to tremble a little. “I love the feeling of leather against my bare skin.”

“I sensed that about you,” he said as he joined her on the bed and patted his leg. “Now lay across my lap.”

“What?” Hermione questioned. Nobody had every asked her to lie willingly across their lap. Her question and hesitation cost her. He abruptly grabbed her and swiftly placed her over his knees.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked in surprise.

“Did you really think I wasn’t going to spank you for your disobedience?” he drawled nonchalantly.

“Disobedience?” Hermione questioned.

“You questioned me,” he said in a demanding tone.

Hermione was getting a little scared, “But...”

Lucius raised an eyebrow. “If you keep complaining, I am going to spank you and send you home without experiencing the wonders of the Malfoy men. I don't think you would want that.”

Hermione bit her cheek to keep from laughing. No doubt, he would follow through with that threat, but to hear him say it made her chuckle. She relaxed in his lap.

“I can feel your laughter. For that you get fifteen spanks.”

“Fifteen!” Hermione yelled in protest.

“Now, I shall make that twenty.” he said, in a commanding manner.

Hermione eyes widened, but she said nothing.

A loud snap broke through the air as his gloved hand made contact with her ass. Hermione jumped slightly in shock but said nothing.

“You need to count your punishment, my sweet bookworm,” he said as he smacked her round bottom again.

“One... Two... Three,” Hermione moaned out, trying to count as best as she could. “Four... Five....” Each count getting louder and louder. “Six… Seven…” she shrieked.

Lucius was firm but gentle, he didn’t want to cause her pain, only bring her to the height of her pleasure. He smiled down at her; he could feel her juices starting to coat his thighs. Tonight he will finally able to savour her sweetness.

“Twelve… Thirteen… Fourteen,” Hermione moaned as she felt his hand once again on her bottom. With each sting, the smell of leather and her own arousal filled her nostrils. She was shaking with anticipation and excitement; nobody had very made her feel this way. She was so turned on by his dominance and tenderness. He was keeping his word as he showed her how pleasurable giving up control could be with the right person.

“…. Eighteen… Nineteen.”

“Last one, my little bookworm,” he said as he brought his hand down on her bottom one last time.

“Twenty,” Hermione whispered. She was quivering on his knees.“Please.”

Lucius turned her over on the bed. “Please what my dear?”

“Please, I need to feel you inside me,” she rasped.

“Soon, but first....” He reached for his wand, which was on the bedside table where he had dropped it after the removal of his clothes.

Hermione heard him whisper, she was too far aroused to hear what he said. Unexpectedly she felt silk ropes wind around her wrists and ankles. She tested them, they were too strong to break free of, but they also were soft against her skin. “Lucius, what are you doing?”

“Shh, I want to taste your honey,” he whispered as he kissed her lips. He worked his way down her throat, to her pointed nipples. He took one of the dusky peaks in his mouth.

Hermione moaned and arched in pleasure. He ran one of his still gloved hands down to her other breasts and squeezed lightly. Little sounds of delight escaped her lips.

“You are so responsive, my dear. I wonder what will happen when I kiss here.”

Hermione screamed when his mouth came in contact with her clit. He removed his gloves and explored her sex with his hand. Hermione arched again trying frantically to get more contact.

“Please untie me; I need to touch you,” she said, her voice coming out husky with need.

“No, you need to learn patience first.”

“I think I have been pretty patient,” she growled out.

“You are not in control tonight, Hermione, I am, and you need to abide by my rules.”

He was enjoying the taste of his lover. She was a stunning creature, quivering on his bed, pulling at the ropes desperately trying to get free. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body that glistened off the candle light.

He decided to have pity on her, for tonight. He whispered a spell that released her bonds. Before Hermione comprehended that she was no longer bound to the bed, Lucius pounced on top of her, plunging into her tight heat.

“Lucius!” she screamed. He dropped down on her. Hermione’s hands grasped his back, leaving her nail marks from his shoulders down to his ass.

“Yes, my sweet,” he purred, loving the feel of her nails biting into his flesh. He started to bite and suck on her neck.

“Please, harder, faster,” she moaned.

He smiled against her throat, picking up speed, thrusting in and out of her.

Hermione was lost in the intense pleasure of her lover. All coherent thought had long since left her as she turned into a quivering mess.

She felt that wonderful build-up of pleasure inside of her waiting to burst out. Lucius rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit. The sensation was too much for Hermione and she tumbled over the edge and into bliss, screaming her lover’s name as she came. Moments later, Lucius joined her in ecstasy. He dropped on her, covering her body with his. The only sounds coming from the room was their heavy panting.

After several seconds, Lucius rolled off her and gathered her in his arms. Hermione found her voice first. “That was… wow.”

Lucius chuckled, “Why thank you. I do aim to please.”

“Cocky,” she snorted.

Lucius knew, for the time being, that he would have to tread carefully with Hermione, until she could completely trust him. He wanted to kill Mr. Ronald Weasley for destroying her trust and confidence in her fantasies. It would take time but he's a patient man. “I can show you a whole new world of pleasure. All you need to do is trust me to bring you there and back safely.”

Hermione smiled softly. “I told you it will take time for me to fully trust you, but you already shown me that you are different. You don’t punish me to hurt me; you are showing me a novel world already.”

Lucius was pleased that he was already helping her trust again.

“Come with me to my club Friday,” Lucius pleaded from beside her.

“Okay,” she replied without hesitation, still on cloud nine.

“As my submissive?” Lucius asked hopefully, as he rolled onto his side facing her.

Hermione smiled. “Yes, as your submissive.” She brought her hand up to gently stroke the side of his face.

“I have something for you,” he said as he summoned a small black velvet box to the bed. “I want you to wear this,” he told her as he gave her the box.

She sat up and carefully opened the box. Inside was a long platinum, diamond-cut, rope chain. She pulled it out; on one end of the chain was a plain ring, instead of a clasp. The other end was a long green gemstone. It glittered in the candlelight.

Lucius took the chain, and draped it around her neck. He then explained the significance of that particular piece of jewellery. “What you do is thread the emerald through the ring then pull the ring to your throat. It will magically stay in place, until you or I take it off.” It resembled a thin collar with leash. “If you wear this in the club everyone will know that you are The Dom’s sub.”

Hermione smiled. “It is beautiful.” She touched the stone that dangled just above her breasts.

“Will you wear it for me at the club?” he enquired.

“Yes, I will wear it for you, and not just at the club, Master.” She smiled.

His eyes widened in shock; that was the first time she had called him Master. He kissed her softly. “I promise I will take exceptional care of you.”

“I know you will.” Hermione smiled. They lied back down together and drifted off into a peaceful sleep arm in arm.


A/N:Here is a picture of the necklace that inspired Hermione’s necklace. Obviously I changed the chain to platinum, and the crystal to an emerald, but you get the idea.
http://www.pyramidcollection.com/zoom_image.asp?p=/prodimagesZ/P15058C.jpg

Only one more chapter to go! Thank you to my betas Valady and Sbrande.