Desire
folder
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
9,324
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
9,324
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Detox
Detox
It was the weekend. Thank god. Hermione opens her eyes to the soft light of her apartment, the events of last night rushing through her mind and body, flushing her with delirious joy.
‘Get a grip…’ she mutters to herself.
She had snuck out of Lucius’s room just as the shift of night nurses changed. Climbing into bed last night, she had felt a wonderful tiredness, but now in the morning her head felt heavy with her conflicting emotions.
What did this mean…were they lovers…his married though…but Narcissa’s gone…what would happen when he left St. Mungos?
He was just using you said the voice in her head, but she successfully numbed it with a strong coffee.
A few blocks away, Lucius reclines in his bed, ignoring the weekend nurse.
I can’t stop thinking about her… what had he gotten himself into…just some fun with a Mudblood intern…that was all…then why did he want her still...why couldn’t he get the image of her face, her hair, her scent, her body out of his head…once should have been enough to sate his appetite…but she was like a drug…he was addicted to her.
He glares at the ceiling.
It was lust, Lucius tells himself. Lust, quenchable like thirst. He had her wrapped around his little finger. Not the other way around.
It was the weekend. Thank god. Hermione opens her eyes to the soft light of her apartment, the events of last night rushing through her mind and body, flushing her with delirious joy.
‘Get a grip…’ she mutters to herself.
She had snuck out of Lucius’s room just as the shift of night nurses changed. Climbing into bed last night, she had felt a wonderful tiredness, but now in the morning her head felt heavy with her conflicting emotions.
What did this mean…were they lovers…his married though…but Narcissa’s gone…what would happen when he left St. Mungos?
He was just using you said the voice in her head, but she successfully numbed it with a strong coffee.
A few blocks away, Lucius reclines in his bed, ignoring the weekend nurse.
I can’t stop thinking about her… what had he gotten himself into…just some fun with a Mudblood intern…that was all…then why did he want her still...why couldn’t he get the image of her face, her hair, her scent, her body out of his head…once should have been enough to sate his appetite…but she was like a drug…he was addicted to her.
He glares at the ceiling.
It was lust, Lucius tells himself. Lust, quenchable like thirst. He had her wrapped around his little finger. Not the other way around.