Love Songs

Title I Think We’re Alone Now

By Gertie

Warnings: AU/AR, M/F



I Think We\'re Alone Now

Tiffany circa 1987



Another Friday night and another ministry function Hermoine was forced to attend. There were so many these days it was hard to tell when one ended and a new one began. There was so much to celebrate, to commerate, and to raise funds for. A brave new world, thanks to the defeat of the Dark Lord, but one can only attend so many functions before it\'s all second nature and one finds themselves going through the motions just to get through it.

Hermoine sat at one of the tables filling the Atrium of the Ministry, her legs crossed at the ankle and her arms folded across her chest. Another very old wizard, who quite resembled a prune in his dark purple robes, was wheezing his way through a very long speech. She couldn\'t even remember what this event was for. The evening was dragging on with no end in sight. No one was paying much attention, and a few tables were engrossed in their own conversations. She glanced around the room, feeling as though she was being watched. Harry sat on the other side of the round table, his back to Hermoine and his head pressed close to Ginny\'s. She couldn\'t tell if they were talking or if he had just fallen asleep that way. Ron had wandered off to the bar, to try to charm his way into some young witch\'s bed. Hermoine gave a small laugh at the thought. Ron\'s attempts at charm usually came off closer to stammering perversion.

Hermoine yawned and was wondering to herself if anyone would notice her absence if she slipped off, when the chair next to her was pulled out. She started a little and looked up at the very handsome man about to join her. His suit was expensive and finely made, his long hair pulled back at the nape of his neck, and in his hand, his usual snake headed walking stick.



Children behave, that\'s what they say when we\'re together

and watch how you play

They don\'t understand



"Miss Granger, you do look quite lovely tonight." Lucius Malfoy drawled, his eyes raking over her form. “Thank you Mr. Malfoy.” She said curtly, and then turned in her seat to face forward again. He sat down and pushed his chair very close next to hers. She could feel his eyes burning through the fabric of the gold silk sheath she wore. His eyes lingered at the low cut of the top, and already Hermoine could feel her skin flushing. So quickly did her body respond to him.

"That color looks good on you." She looked down at her dress, smoothing her hands down her thighs.

"I meant the pink." he said in a low voice for only her to hear. She looked puzzled and then flushed further, realizing.

“I see you are unaccompanied this evening. Surely you could have had a date and yet you chose to come alone. Why is that?” Angrily she turned to glare at him. His eyes were color of storm clouds, sliver and dark, and she could not deny the lust she saw there. Lucius Malfoy had never bothered to hide his interest. His fingers traced lazy patterns up and down her arms, causing goose bumps to appear on her tender flesh. His lips were so very close to her ear and his breath was causing little flutters of sensation down her spine.

People from other tables, not bothering to listen to the ancient wizard at the front of the room, began to watch and whisper at the sight of them. Small snippets of angry hisses made their way to Hermoine’s ears. Things like ‘She’s half his age!’ and ‘She must be Imperiused.’ and ‘ Such a lecher’. Lucius either didn\'t notice or didn\'t care. His eyes were focused on the young witch in front of him.

"I wonder Miss Granger, " Lucius breathed softly into her ear "if you taste as good as you look." There was no mistaking the shiver as it coursed down Hermoine\'s spine. She couldn\'t speak. Her breathing had become heavy and her pulse thudded in her ears. She could smell his clean, expensive cologne and his favorite cigars, and it made her that much crazier with lust. She reached for the champagne flute in front of her and downed it in one. He chuckled softly to himself.

"I see your glass is empty. Would you allow me to escort you to the bar?" He said loud enough for those immediately around them to hear. Harry was looking at them sideways over his shoulder. Lucius saw and gave him a quick nod. Hermoine gave him a quick smile and rose from her seat. Lucius stepped out of the way, to allow her to go first, and then placed a hand on the small of her back. Progressing down the aisles, his hand dipped lower and lower until it was caressing the curve of her backside. He groaned from wanting her. Just as they broke free of the tables a few feet from the bar, Lucius grabbed her around the wrist and tugged her in a different direction. There was a dark corridor just off to the side and he pulled her into it\'s shadows.



Running just as fast as we can

Holding on to one another\'s hands

trying to get away into the night

and then you put your arms around me

and we tumble to the ground and then you say

I think we\'re alone now,



Hermoine was holding onto him for dear life. His hands were all over her body, making her feel as if she was wearing nothing at all. They roamed all over her skin, leaving hot trails in their wake. She felt like she was going to burn alive. The stone wall at her back, her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her tongue in his mouth. She kissed with abandon, feeling her body vibrate with sensation. She would never get used to this feeling. He kissed hot little kisses all down the side of her neck and across her chest. Using the open-mouthed snakes head atop his walking stick, he pushed the loosely draped fabric of her neckline aside and kissed the tops of her breasts. Tugging the dress even further down, he freed one from the confines of the fabric and watched her nipple tighten further in the cool air. He glanced up at her and gave an evil smirk before biting it lightly. Hermoine gasped and felt her knees buckle. Lucius suckled and rubbed the tender nub between his lips and felt her quake beneath him. Slowly, with one hand, he began to gather up the length of her dress, working his way up her leg. Bunching it up around her hips and grasping it tightly in his hand, his other hand snaked it\'s way under the fabric and caressed the soft skin of her thigh. Hermoine let out a soft moan as his fingers worked their way across her flesh. He could feel the heat of her core on his hand and he dipped two fingers slowly into her tight hole. Once more she buckled but this time her cries were silenced with a kiss, his weight pinning her to the hard stone wall behind her. His tongue caressed and twisted with hers as his fingers pumped furiously into her dripping center. The first tremors of her orgasm pulsed around his fingers and pushed even harder, letting his thumb rub against her sensitive clit. She clamped down on his hand as she came, her eyes rolling up in her head. Spent and exhausted, she became limp and Lucius held her to him with his free arm as she used his wand to cast a cleansing spell, and straightened her dress. He kissed her softly on the lips.

"Get your bag, tell your friends you are leaving, and be back here in two minutes." he commanded. She looked up, questioningly into his eyes, then turned and walked back towards the lighted hall. A few people turned as she immerged from the dark hall, but she paid them no mind and wove her way in and out of tables till she reached her own. Ron was now sitting, talking to a young woman in Hermoine\'s seat. Harry looked up as she approached. She could feel the flush still on her cheeks, but had no time for explanations. She grabbed her evening bag up from the table.

"Sorry everyone but I have to leave." she glanced around the table at their questioning faces.

"Hermoine what\'s going on?" Harry looked concerned, but Ginny nudged him.

"Night Hermoine." she said, a smile playing on her lips. She was sure Ginny was going to grill her for details later, but for now she really had to be going. She knew he hated to be kept waiting. As she turned and walked away she could hear Ron asking "Where\'s she been?" and heard Ginny\'s replying groan.

She could see his outline, just in the shadows of that dark hallway. Even as a dark figure, he was alluring. She quivered with need. He had only just taken the edge off; she needed him fully inside her. Anxiously she approached him and immediately his hand shot out to grasp her possessively around her upper arm. Hermoine bit her lower lip, and with one last worried glance over her shoulder, she allowed herself be pulled into the shadows once more. With a muffled \'pop\' they were gone.



I think we\'re alone now

There doesn\'t seem to be anyone around

I think we\'re alone now

The beating of out hearts is the only sound



They arrived directly into the master bedroom at Malfoy Manor. Hands tangled about each other, they kissed and fumbled across the room towards the bed. Lucius toed off his shoes and Hermoine tugged his shirt loose from his trousers and was trying to undo his buttons. With an impatient grunt she gave up and just tugged it over Lucius\'s head. He had already pulled the thin straps of the gown down her shoulders. Hermoine shrugged her arms free and allowed the fabric to cascade down her body to pool at the floor around her feet. She stepped free of the dress, wearing nothing but the delicate gold high heeled sandals. Lucius stepped back to look at her, and his eyes took in every inch of her skin. He let out a feral growl and tackled her backwards onto his ornately carved bed. Her hair fanned out behind her on his expensive green sheets and she licked her lips, looking up at him. He was kneeling on the bed in front of her as he took one of her soft calves into his hand. He lifted her leg and brought her ankle up towards his face. One hand held her leg up, while the other un-did the clasp of her shoe. He removed the sandal, threw it over his shoulder and placed a soft kiss on her ankle. He did the same to the other leg and placed it back on the bed. She lay back on the bed and watched as he slowly undid his belt and removed his trousers, never taking his eyes from her. Lucius Malfoy never bothered with underwear and therefore stood before her very naked and very aroused. His long length a rosy pink color crowned with a nest of white blonde curls. He crawled up the length of the bed towards her, placing kisses all along her body. He reached her lips and quickly captured her lower lip in his mouth. He tugged and sucked until she gave a little moan.

"You do taste as good was you look." he said and she gave another moan. She ached with wanting.

"Now Lucius. Now. Please.” she panted at him. He smiled to himself, enjoying the power he had over her, to make her beg.

Bracing himself on one arm, he used his other hand to tease the little witch, rubbing his thumb over her throbbing clit.

"Say it."



Look at the way

We\'ve got our eye on what we\'re doing

\'Cause what would they say

If they ever knew



"Lucius, please." She was begging now, her nails scratching down him arms, but he continued his torture. He needed her to want him. He wanted her so badly it pained him, and yet she stayed aloof. He needed her ache for him the way he did for her.

"Not until you say it." he said, and then punctuated his demand buy taking one of her rosy nipples between his teeth. Hermoine almost bucked off the bed.

It was too much, what he did to her. He could make he come undone just like this. Gasping, she shouted "I love you! Please, I need you now!"

Smirking, he pushed the tip of his erection to her entrance. "Say it again."

Hermoine looked up at him through her lashes, her lower lip quivering. "I love you." she said so soft it was almost a whisper.

With that he slowly pushed himself inside her. Agonizingly slow he plunged in and out of her. Lucius groaned, feeling her so tightly around him member. She was heaven. He looked at the wanton witch splayed across his bed, her breasts bouncing softly with his every movement. She was staring up at him, her whiskey colored eyes glassy. She licked her lips and that was all the invitation needed for Lucius to crash his lips into hers. As the kiss deepened, his actions became faster, needier.

“Yes!” Hermoine cried out. Her nails clawed down his back, sure to leave a mark, but he never cared. She needed what only he could give her. Her orgasm came crashing upon her, her whole body shaking and fireworks exploding behind her eyes. Lucius followed her soon after, grunting as he came into her tight cunt. Panting, she pulled him down onto her bare chest. He stayed there, listening to her heart thump in time with his own. Then suddenly, he sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. He sat with him back to her, and she looked bewildered.

“Did you mean it?” he asked softly, but sure that he had been heard.

“What?”

“You know what Hermoine.”

“When I said I love you?”

“Of course.”

“Well,” she sighed tentatively “yes. I do love you.”

He turned to look at her and she could she the thinly veiled hurt in his eyes. He had never been so open with her before and she was a bit shocked. Lucius Malfoy was always confident, always in control.

“Why is it you turned down my request to accompany me this evening? For every event? Especially when you were bound to end up in my bed anyway.” He tried to give an easy laugh, but even to him it sounded strained.

Hermoine sighed and sat up, scooting to rest her back against the headboard . She didn’t bother to cover up, she had no modesty when it came to letting him see her body. He had seen it all many times before. She looked down at her hands, now refusing to meet his eyes.

“I won’t be your downfall Lucius.”

“What?” Honestly confused he looked at her face and saw her so full of sadness he could help but go to her and cup her face in his hands. “I don’t understand my love.”

“After all you’ve been through. You’ve worked so hard to show the wizarding world that you’re a changed man. I will not disparage your reputation by throwing myself at you. People will think the worst of you and I can not have that.” She raised her chin as she finished, but a tear rolled down her cheek.

Lucius gave a laugh and Hermoine looked at him as though he were crazy. “You’re worried about my reputation?” He laughed again but this time with more heart. She really did love him. And he truly loved her. He wanted nothing more than to make her his forever, if she would let him.

“Hermoine, the entire wizarding world could burn for all I care if you would just be with me. I need you, and to hell with everyone else.”

“I can’t do that to you Lucius. I care far too much.”

“Your caring for me means more than anything ever has. Please Hermoine. Don’t make me beg.” Through tear filled eyes she gazed at him, trying to read on his face the answers to so many of her questions. So many things needed to be discussed and decided upon. But not tonight.

“Alright love.” She sighed and gave a soft smile. He kissed her, and allowed her to pull him down to her chest, where once more he lay listening to their hearts beat in time together.



I think we’re alone now, the beating of our hearts is the only sound





I Think We\'re Alone Now

Children Behave, that\'s what they say when we\'re together

And watch how you play

They don\'t understand,

And so we\'re

Running just as fast as we can, holding on to one another hands

Trying to get away into the night and then you put your arms around me and we

tumble to the ground and then you say

I think we\'re alone now, there doesn\'t seem to be anyone around

I think we\'re alone now, the beating of our hearts is the only sound



Look at the way we got our eye on what we\'re doin\'

\'Cause what would they say

If they ever knew,

And so we\'re



CHORUS



I think we\'re alone now, there doesn\'t seem to be anyone around

I think we\'re alone now, the beating of our hearts is the only sound



CHORUS



I think we\'re alone now, there doesn\'t seem to be anyone around

I think we\'re alone now, the beating of our hearts is the only sound