Sugar Quills

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this tale, and receive no proceeds from it. All borrowed courtesy of Ms. J.K. Rowling.


Hermione was amazed how quickly the week had gone by. She had finished her exams, and felt that she had done well. She looked at the pile of clothing on her bed. Packing was always horrendous. She did not know how she managed to acquire so much during each semester. She sighed and continued her chore.

She had not seen Lucius since Sunday and had no intention of seeking him out. After all, it was only supposed to be one night. She was not looking for some type of long-term affair, especially with a married man. She was too young to be tied to anyone right now. No, now she could go to university without wondering what it would be like to be with a guy. This way her curiosity was satisfied, and she could immerse herself in her studies.

Thinking of Lucius, Hermione was barely able to restrain herself from touching her body. How incredibly sensual he made her feel. She had wanted those feelings to last forever. But she knew that the idea of Lucius in any long-term relationship was laughable. For one he was married. Two he was a former death eater (or was that the other way ‘round?). It just wouldn’t work, too many differences to count.

“Hermione,” it was Ron outside her door. “Are you in there?”

“One moment, Ron,” she replied as she stuffed her underwear in her open trunk and closed the lid. She crossed the room and opened the door.

“Hermione, don’t tell me you’re not finished packing,” chided Ron with a mischievous look in his eyes. “Well, well. What’s this?” He bent down and captured a bit of white lace. “A slingshot I see. Shoot any birds lately?”

Hermione’s face flushed and she lunged for her thong. “Give that to me, right now Ron!” She landed on the bed to the side of him, and rolled quickly to renew her assault. Ron moved back and held the thong high over his head out of her reach.

“What will you do to get it back?” he queried as she pummeled his body with angry blows. “Ow! Careful, I’ll need that later.”

“Need it for what? When I’m through with you, Ronald Weasley, you won’t be good for anything, much less shagging!” she screeched.

Switching tactics, Ron advanced upon her. He grasped her arms, the thong wedged between her arm and his hand. He pushed her down on the bed, letting his body follow hers. He was nestled between her sprawled legs. She could feel his arousal pressing against her. Shock stilled her body and tongue. She felt his mouth on hers, gentle and unsure. His tongue searched her mouth. He tasted of milk chocolate, sweet and sticky. Impossibly sweet. Immediately, Hermione realised that kissing Ron was like kissing a boy. And after Lucius, a boy could never satisfy her.

Hermione tore her lips from Ron’s and pushed at his heavy torso. At first Ron seemed resistant, then he flipped over and lay on his back. Both did not move for a long time.

“What’s wrong with me Hermione? Why can’t you like me?” he asked, his voice wavering close to tears. “I’ve loved you forever, and you act as if you don’t care. It’s killing me to know that you’ll never love me.”

Part of Hermione ached at how hurt Ron sounded. Another part jeered at his melodramatics. Boys were so emotional. People always claimed that women were so emotional and irrational. Hermione had noticed this phenomenon more evident in males, especially amongst teenage boys.

Snorting in her mind, Hermione remembered when she had a huge crush on Ron, and he had never noticed. When he did finally become aware of her as girl, he never really made a move. Instead he had put most of his efforts into preventing Hermione from being with any one else. With the list short to begin with, this soon put paid to any chance of Hermione having a real boyfriend. However, Ron managed to have had numerous girlfriends, despite his supposed love for Hermione.

“Ron, I am just not attracted to you. I do love you. You are sweet, kind, wonderfully loyal, and the best chess player I’ve had the honor of playing.” Hermione stopped, unsure of how to convey how she felt without damaging their friendship more.

Hermione’s door suddenly swung open and Harry stepped into the room. Spying the couple on the bed he headed for them. Harry stopped and stretched an arm between the two. There, spinning between his fingers, was the thong.

“Is there something the two of you want to tell me?” Harry pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

Hermione and Ron looked at the thong, and exchanged sheepish glances. Hermione chuckled first, and then Ron, egged by her eventual descent into hysteria, joined her. In that moment she knew, even if Ron did love her, he would still be her friend. That would never change.

Hermione stood up and grabbed each boys’ hand and pulled them up, saying, “Hogsmeade, now! Last person out the door buys us all butterbeers.”

As the three left, there was a movement in the corner of Hermione’s room. Silvery cloth that rippled like water fell away to reveal Lucius. His fists clenched at his sides.

‘That damned Weasley spawn! I’ll teach him to paw what’s mine.’ Lucius had seen the whole scene. Only Hermione’s subsequent rejection of Ron had stilled Lucius from tearing the two apart. He had come to surprise Hermione with a little visit. He should have expected her two groupies to put in an appearance. Picking up the thong that had been left on the bed, Lucius\' eyes shut as he imagined Hermione in them. Suddenly, a wolfish smile lit his countenance, and he let the underwear fall to the bed. Replacing the invisibility cloak, Lucius slid from Hermione’s room back to the dungeons.

The trio spent their last free afternoon together. The tensions that had built between them seemed to ease. Once again on familiar footing they argued, laughed, and teased each other. Soon the evening advanced and they made their way back to Hogwarts.

After dinner Hermione told the boys that she wanted to finish her packing and get to bed early. The graduation ceremony was in the morning. The trio headed back, each to reluctantly complete that last chore that announced that their time at Hogwarts was officially over.

When Hermione’s packing was done, she realised that she still felt restless. She heard a tap at the window and looked up. An unfamiliar owl was at the window. Letting him in, Hermione retrieved the note he carried and gave a treat to the owl. She opened the missive to find bold handwriting scripted across the parchment. It was Lucius.

“Meet me tonight at 10 pm. Wear a dress and heels.”

Her pulse raced at the idea of seeing Lucius tonight. At first she hesitated, listing all the reasons why she should not. Then, knowing that this would be her last chance at such incredible passion, she made up her mind to go.

She tore through her wardrobe. There was a beautiful white dress that she never had the nerve to wear. She had left it hanging with a few others in a garment bag. Though it fit closely and clearly revealed Hermione’s figure, it was demure in the front, with a high neck and long length. But when the wearer turned you could see the area from neck to waist lay open. Picking up the same thong that she and Ron had fought over, Hermione raced to shower.

She reached the dungeons exactly on time. Under her school robes, she was perfumed, clothed, and her hair up in an adorable twist. Hermione’s knuckles rapped on the door softly.

When the door opened, Lucius appeared dressed in formal robes. As she walked in, Hermione realised that he had enchanted the room to look like they were on a terrace outside at night. She swore she could even feel the waft of a warm breeze across her skin. Music played softly.

“I thought I asked you to dress, why are you in your school robe?” Lucius looked a bit peeved.

Smiling Hermione unfastened her school robe and removed it. “Is this formal enough, Lucius?” Hermione’s eyes twinkled.

Lucius’ eyes devoured her. He held out a hand silently, she placed hers in his. He led them to a table laden with foods designed to enhance a sexual feast.

“Is this for us?” she asked. “I’m not hungry for food.”
Lucius stepped away from. “Oh, no. Tonight is about taking it slow. You are not allowed to make any first moves.”

“More games Lucius?” accused Hermione.

“Ah, but you like my games.” He lowered his head until she could feel his breath against her lips. “You are only upset because it’s been six days since I took you.” He traced the seam of her mouth with his tongue. Moving his head towards her ears, he whispered, “Be patient, love.” Stepping away from her some, Lucius seated Hermione at the table. He took a seat to her right.

Lucius picked up an orange segment and fed it to Hermione. They fed each other in turns. They used no utensils as they sampled various treats. The enhanced feel and taste of flesh was intoxicating. Hermione felt she could take no more. She wanted real contact with him.

Lucius sensed her mounting impatience, and caught her hand. Pulling it towards him, he kissed her from wrist to elbow on both arms. She shivered at each kiss. Lucius tugged her into his lap. He whispered suggestions that made her quiver in anticipation.

He carried her into his bedroom. Hermione found that in there too, the ceiling was also enchanted to mirror the night sky. Lucius lay her down, and kissed the racing pulse at the base of her neck. He kissed her breasts through the dress, dampening the material until her erect nipples were clear to see. He cupped the globes, flicking his tongue between them. Hermione’s hands threaded through his hair, holding him to her.

One hand released a breast and moved to smooth the silky material that lay over her belly. Traveling downwards, until he reached the apex of her thighs. He stroked her through the dress, slowly.

After a bit Lucius turned her on her belly and kissed the expanse of flesh exposed. She felt the buttons at the nape of her neck open as the zipper below was pulled. Lucius parted the dress to reveal thigh high stockings and a lace thong.

Seeing the thong, Lucius stopped and stared. “She wore them for me,” he thought with approval and a fierce possessiveness. He drew leisurely hands over her, touching everywhere. He explored her thoroughly.

Turning Hermione onto her back again, he removed her gown. She moved to kick off her stilettos. Lucius stilled her movement.

“Leave them.” He said. He loved how the heels emphasized her long slender legs. He looked at the stockings strangely. \"How do they stay put? Where are the garters?\" Lucius asked.

\"They\'re called stay-ups. There is a band of elastic that holds them up so it won\'t slip.\" Hermione explained. She could tell that he liked them.
\"Let\'s test these stay-ups out then. As long as everything else is removable, I can live with them,\" declared Lucius.

Pulling off her panties, he threw them aside. He spread her legs and kissed from her ankles to her core. Settling his head between her thighs, he combed through the soft down covering her mons as he kissed her. Her arousal was evident. Suckling her bud, he released it and blew. Hermione shuddered. “What that man can do with his mouth and fingers should be outlawed,” she thought. If Ron was milk chocolate, Lucius was dark chocolate. A rich, dark, sensual chocolate that was a delight to all the senses.

It was with disappointment she realised that Lucius wasn’t going to continue his oral foray. “Not fair!” Her mind screamed. “More…..” Abruptly, she realised that Lucius was standing. Her eyes sought his.

“Undress me,” he commanded.

Hermione knelt on the bed and undid his ties. Pushing the robe away from him, she revealed an elegant white shirt, and black trousers. Her fingers trembled at the buttons. When she slid his shirt from him, her breasts grazed his chest, sending a tingling through her. Her hands wandered over his chest, finding his nipples and tweaking them. She bent her head to suckle them. He pulled her away.

“We can put that sweet mouth of yours to better use somewhere else,” he said with a decided smirk. “And don’t make me come.”

Hermione drew his trousers down his long legs, pulling off his boxers simultaneously. She didn’t think she could do this slow leisurely thing. Rough and ready seemed more her style. She didn’t waste any more time on preliminaries and took Lucius into her mouth. Placing her hands behind his buttocks, she held him in place firmly.

‘He’s got the tightest little ass,’ she thought as she drew him further into her throat. One hand reaching back to his scrotum, she stroked them lovingly. Her head bobbed as she sucked his cock. She loved how he felt inside her mouth. She loved the taste of him. She wanted to feel him come in her mouth, flooding her, filling her. When he withdrew, she protested.

He lifted her up and placed her at the edge of the bed. When he entered her, Hermione nearly screamed in relief. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she drew him further into her depths. He stretched her unbearably. She was so swollen around him that he felt enormous inside of her. He pushed slow and steady, building on the desire she felt. She needed more.

“Please, Lucius,” she begged.

“What do you want,” he asked. “Say it. I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”

“Please…please…Merlin…I…I…”

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Louder,” Lucius began to withdraw.

“Fuck me, Lucius. Fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard as you can! Please, Lucius, please!” cried Hermione.

At this last plea, Lucius picked up his pace. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the air. Lucius varied his angles slightly with each stroke. He slowed, causing Hermione to groan in frustration. He withdrew and pushed her further onto the bed following her. Lucius began fucking her in earnest. His cock hammered her womb with powerful strokes. Before long Hermione came undone, and flowed around him. With a few final pushes Lucius came along with her.

Hermione turned to him, after they’d recovered, “You like when I talk dirty, don’t you?” Her face was wrought with curiosity.

“Such language,” Lucius chided, “from such sweet lips.” He laughed and admitted, “Yes. I do. Though I may have to broaden your repertoire.”

Hermione’s demeanor became more serious. “Lucius, I must thank you. You’ve made losing my virginity an unforgettably, incredible experience. Now, when I go to uni, I won’t waste my time chasing boys. I’ll be able to concentrate on my studies.”

“Hermione, are you sure want to go straight to university? Why not take a year and see the world a bit before you do.” Lucius’ face was impassive, his tone casual.

“Why ever would I do that,” she replied. “I want to finish my education as soon as possible.”

“I have homes all over the world, Hermione. You could see so much and experience so much. What good is learning without experience? I am through teaching now and plan to spend some time in Europe anyway. Come with me.” Lucius watched Hermione carefully gauging her reaction. “You can go to school next year anywhere you wish. I can afford it.”

Hermione was appalled. This…man wanted her to traipse about Europe basically screwing him in every one of his homes. She would be his mistress. A kept woman. A paid trollop.

Fighting tears of anger, Hermione’s eyes shone brightly, “Thanks, but no thanks.”

“Hermione, I don’t think you’re thinking this through,” argued Lucius. “You would not lose anything. In fact you would gain so much. Just think about it.”

“The only thing I would lose is my self-respect,” she replied furiously. “It’s bad enough that I slept with a married man on a whim. To become his mistress, is another matter altogether. I know that you and Narcissa keep separate homes, but she is still your wife. Even if you weren’t married I wouldn’t go. I don’t want to justify my existence by being some man’s little sex toy.”
Hermione moved to gather her clothing.

Lucius stiff with anger from her stinging rejection did not protest. He ignored Hermione until he heard the door slam behind her.

Lucius’ fertile mind was already thinking of ways to reap vengeance for her humiliating response.

‘Discard me,’ he thought. ‘To think, I was beginning to think she was special, that she wanted to be with me.’

Dismayed by his revealing thoughts, Lucius poured himself a drink. He angrily emptied the glass in one swallow. Looking around him reinforced his feeling of isolation. He had never had the ability to charm and dazzle. Instead he relied on his pedigree, connections and wealth to get whatever he wanted.

Closing his eyes, Lucius thought of how Narcissa had never shown him any affection. Theirs was a marriage forged on mutual goals and upbringing. Love, desire, and caring had nothing to do with it. For a moment, Lucius had felt that perhaps, with Hermione, he could have that. Or least the semblance of it.

Taking a steadying breath, Lucius did what he did best. Made plans.

Two days later found Hermione, Harry and Ron saying their last goodbyes. Harry and Ron were going to be aurors. They started training immediately. Hermione would go to university in six weeks and hopefully train to become a mediwitch. As she left the boys behind, her thoughts shifted to Lucius and the other night.

“I can get over this,” she told herself. “Just because the thought of him makes your heart jump. So what. It’s just a very strong sexual attraction.” Deep down inside she knew better. It was the beginning of a fall. A fall into the chasm of an unexpected love.


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A.N.

Again thank you for your great reviews! I did not know writing fanfiction would be this much fun. I went to work and fell asleep like a million times after writing chapter six. Hard to write with monster children interrupting constantly. Especially, with \"Mommy, I\'m hungry. Can we have lunch now?\" Don\'t they know it\'s dinner time? Oh, wait...did I forget to feed them again? LOL Just joking. Though I have come close to doing so.