Unchain My Lust

This is the last pre-written chapter... it is kind of like an interlude to how our favourite couple has adjusted and their dynamics... do you think Lucius has a plan? :D

To my darling reviewers:

Werewolfhime --Is this soon enough? Does this interlude show more of Hermione's good witch potential?

Jade-- Darling, you are a Seer!*giggles* Can't say more, it's a secret.

Citten --You attended Divination at Hogwarts, right? :D Lucius will be in a load of trouble, trust me...trouble HE wants! Both me &musey make the plans!

Utopia -- Thank you for your review! Hermione wants to let you know that all kinds of Service elves are available for hire from the 'Freelance Elf' agency. I understand you plight with lingerie...same applies to me.. I am just very busty... makes all my bras look horrendous.

CLare1984 -- Yes, don't we all want such a terrific lover as Lucius? The mail is responsible for shipping Lucius. He often gets lost in the mail, though. HOpe he gets to you....

Now on to the fic....

6

Later that day, their passion had not yet calmed down, no matter how they tried to hide it.

Lucius knew that she was watching him, even though she attempted her best at pretending that she is taking notes from the books in front of her. She was definitely bad at being subtle in her perusal of his person, but it amused him immensely, as she would now and then avert her eyes and blush.

This naïve innocence together with her pure passion made her extremely desirable. If he could, he would just throw all the books away and push her onto the table and have his way with her.

However, the more he looked at her, the more he desired her. Normally he was sated if he got the witch he had wanted and was out looking for the next, he had never wanted a witch so desperately like now.

Not being able to control his need any longer, he stood up and stepped behind her chair, thankful that the chain binding them had regained some length.

‘Do you know what you’ve done, Hermione?’ he whispered in her ear.

‘I’ve been careful with the books,’ she stammered and tried to scoot away from his nearness.

‘It’s not the books… it’s you that makes me burn. What could you do about that?’ he asked silkily.

‘I’m scared of this,’ she answered, standing up and trying to step back but she couldn’t as the chain had shortened again so she was forced to stay in the same spot.

‘Don’t be scared, sweet witch,’ he cooed, reaching to stroke her cheek. Back in the old days, he would’ve just taken her without a second thought. But through the years he has learned that just taking what he wanted had dire consequences if the move wasn’t thought out properly.

‘Didn’t you get what you wanted already this morning?’ she whispered, her breath hitching as he closed the distance between them.

‘I did and it made me insatiable. Every time you looked at me I became hungrier for your passion.’

‘I didn’t look at you!’ she tried to excuse herself, but she knew that it sounded lame as she hadn’t been able to avert her eyes from his gorgeous face all this time in the library.

‘It’s natural to want to look at your lover over and over again,’ Lucius purred, pressing his body into hers gently.

‘You’re not my lover, you’re…’ she stopped to search for the right word.

‘The wizard who makes your heart race and your body tremble in anticipation,’ he continued the sentence for her.

‘Arrogant, aren’t you?’ she questioned him with a smirk.

‘In this case, I’m just telling the truth. Do you want to know the complete truth?’

She nodded; a lump forming in her throat, this man was just too intense. He was dangerously handsome and so attractive to her. Her mind kept on bringing up images of his perfect, naked body every time she looked at him, the memory of him pleasing her blossomed with such intensity that she had actually wanted to divest his perfectly tailored clothes and shag him on the library table. For a good while now she had actually given up on all this love crap. It was a nice illusion, but from her own experience, it was just a way of a man befuddling a woman so she’d sleep with him.

She didn’t need those words from Lucius, no; all she needed was his desire for her, as he made her feel sexy and beautiful.

‘I wanted to divest your clothes, push you on top of the desk and have my way with you, until you scream my name and beg for more.’ He whispered in her ear, his hot breath tickling her neck. He knew very well that it affected her, she was sure of it, as if she hadn’t the support of the sturdy table, her knees would go weak.

He paused, scrutinising her face for a response. What would she do? He wished that she’d just tear away his clothes and have her way with him. it would be utterly delightful to have the little witch expressing her desires, that is, if she had some.

‘How can you say this, Lucius?’ she murmured and nuzzled his neck.

‘Did I offend you?’ he asked cautiously. One could never know what a witch wanted so he had to keep himself on the safe side.

‘No, no….it’s just…’ she paused, her hands gliding over his chest, ’it’s exactly what I wanted to do to you. Every time I looked at you I remembered this morning and wanted you again. I have never desired someone like this,’ she confessed and averted her eyes.

‘A successful relationship, no matter its main substance, is based on communication. If you had told me what you wanted, you would’ve gotten it, ‘he said and stepped away from her.

She looked absolutely confused and hurt. ‘Why did you step away?’

‘To teach you a lesson. If you want something, you will ask straight away. I do not want you to hide your passions.’

‘But the book said that you as the experienced man have to teach and guide me!’ she huffed, disappointed that he hadn’t just taken her in the way described. Her body ached for his touch now, he had awakened feelings in her she had never known before.

‘I don’t want you to be passive and make me do all the work whilst you lay back and think of Gringotts. The book might’ve said the man has the lead but I want you to learn to express your desires, or in the end, I will be the thug who used the fair maiden,’ Lucius explained calmly, revelling in the sight of emotions playing on her beautiful face. One thing he hoped she would do would be pouncing him and ripping off his clothes, but alas, she just stood there and looked up at him expectantly.

‘I think some fresh air and lunch is just what we need to cool off,’ Lucius said casually, offering her his arm,’ the gardens are beautiful in this season.’

Hermione followed him obediently, still holding a slight grudge. Hadn’t she given him freedom to take her? But no, he hadn’t taken her up on the offer. He was so confident, full of himself, and oh so sexy with it. His every move was so confident and oddly, she felt rather safe in his proximity.

Her plans for revenging the loss of an intimate moment were interrupted by her awe about the landscaping of the Manor’s gardens. Everything was so perfect, akin to the descriptions of lush lands in those cheesy paperbacks she so loved to read. More and more Lucius fit the bill of the clichéd romantic hero, she thought to herself and stifled a giggle. He raised and eyebrow at her musing, but didn’t say a word, letting her return to recall the ever repeating plots about the handsome tycoon and the poor beauty and how their relationship starts with sex and goes to love.

Of course, those thoughts were entertaining, but real life in the magical world was far from some Muggle fiction. Though these silly thoughts distracted her jumping the bones of the man on her arm…

Lunch was torturous as well, as he did only keep on small talk and never gave her any hints about what was going to happen later that night.

‘Shall we relax for a while?’ she asked as they stood up and lead her to a swinging hammock.

Hesitantly, she followed him and revelled in finally being closer to him. She expected that now he would get bolder, as she was still too scared to make a move.

‘So tell me, what do you think a perfect wizard is like?’ he asked, and the question surprised her.

‘Well, is there are a perfect man? So far I have had only been deceived by men who wanted to get their fifteen minutes of fake fame… but as I’ve said before, there is no one perfect for me....’ she sighed and leaned closer into him.

‘I never even had a chance to try to seek for the one when I was young… My contract with Narcissa had been signed on my behalf when I was five years old. I think associating with the Black family was my doom. I was raised like an obedient pureblood heir; I always did as I was told to make the name of my line stand out. So when my in-laws urged me to join Riddle,’ he spat his former master’s name with disgust,’ I did it, but back then it seemed more like a political party back then, minus the violence which the megalomaniac added when he got madder. Nevertheless, my suffering servitude didn’t make Narcissa happy, as she had became a Pureblood supremacist after her sister had run off with that boy and she was afraid to do something wrong. But she never liked me, she mooned over someone, I don’t know who…’

Lucius had never felt the need to confess his life story, but he felt so comfortable in the witch’s arms that it didn’t matter. He could let go of his public image now and be just a simple man.

He was surprised when her lips slowly descended to his, but he gave in to anything the witch would want. The heated kissing lead to their clothing landing on the ground, whilst their bodies rocked together in a slow rhythm. From that moment on, they knew that it was the right thing to do.


The next weeks were like heaven for Lucius, he had never been happier. Of course, he didn’t tell her that, as he was still cautious of his feelings for the little witch. She seemed to be happy with their situation, never complaining and becoming more and more passionate with every day. He was sure that there was not a spot in the Manor where they hadn’t succumbed to their desires.

He didn’t want to recall it all in detail, or he might get too attached to her. He knew that she was too good for him; he was not the man for her. Yes, the sex was fantastic each time, even if it was the fourth time in a day, he had gotten comfortable always having her within reach and she was interested in him as a person, too. That was something invaluable. He couldn’t honestly say he was in love with Hermione, but he couldn’t think how his everyday life without her would be.

A hundred gold-digging hussies wouldn’t be able to replace Hermione. This little witch was just too ideal, to him that is. He admired every curve and erogenous zone on her body, his hands were so used to tracing her peachy soft skin…

She was the most beautiful woman, he thought watching her sleep, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow over her face. The Malfoys had always had only the best in anything, but Hermione was different. She was too good and pure to be kept like a caged canary.

Lucius wanted her to be happy about being with him, as well in public and not only in their private little paradise. To secure her, he could persuade her to marry him, he was sure that his charm went much further than just wetting her knickers.

For the first time in years, Lucius wished something unselfish that the magic binding them with a chain would dissolve and let her be free.


It was another morning waking up in the now so familiar arms of her lover. He had given her a new life, so different from the dull, hamster wheel run she had before. He had proven her in their time together that he was an absolutely different person from what she had imagined.

In private he was pleasant well mannered and just incredibly sexy. The closeness to him made her skin tingle in anticipation every second, his heated gaze made her knees weak every time.

Hermione watched him sleep, his face so gorgeous and relaxed in the light of the morning sun. Tracing her fingers over his arm in a gentle caress, she followed a path down to his wrist, where she expected to touch the cool silver of cuff and chain binding them.

‘Lucius, wake up!’ She shook his shoulder gently.

He grumbled something incoherent in his sleep, but soon his eyes opened and he looked at her confused. Usually she woke him with something better than shaking, not even close to that. Little kisses and caresses were the norm, and sometimes there was something even better than that, like her gorgeous lips on his most sensitive parts.

‘What is it?’ he asked groggily, his voice husky from sleep.

‘The chain is gone!’ she said cheerily, showing him her now bare wrist.

‘Wonderful,’ Lucius grumbled and turned away from her. Somehow, he had imagined that it would be easier for them to regain their freedom; that he wouldn’t feel like he’s losing something precious, namely, her company.

‘Aren’t you happy we’re free finally?’ she asked confused. She tried to look at his face to see his reaction. What he saw made her heart melt. She had never seen so many emotions play in his eyes, but just this one look made something deep inside her heart flutter.

‘Why didn’t you run the first moment you realised you are free?’ he asked, the words coming out slow and broken.

‘Because I didn’t want to leave you,’ she confessed. ’There is something so compelling about you that I just can’t get enough of you.’

‘Then you are welcome to stay for as long as you wish, my dear,’ he pulled her on top of him, revelling in her closeness and the way how perfect their bodies fit together.

‘You’re the best lover I’ve ever had, Lucius,’ she purred and impaled herself on his hot and ready shaft.

Her lips crashed to his, she didn’t need any words from him right now, just the wild rhythm of their lovemaking. No other man had ever been capable to create such a heat and longing in her, and she wasn’t ashamed of her needs, it was only natural to want such a perfect and handsome wizard. Every time they were intimate was whirling up more and more feelings inside her. It didn’t feel like they were having just sex, it was more, something she couldn’t discern.

And that was the reason why she hadn’t left him. Hermione could bear the thought of being alone again.

‘You have made me a very happy wizard,’ Lucius said, his handsome face lit up by a genuine smile in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Well, Hermione just couldn’t call what they had in any crude name. She didn’t know what to expect from their relationship in the future, but she would just go with the flow, as she was not embarrassed to be seen with him, in case he wanted them to go public sometime later. If they’d keep it secret, it would be still alright with her, as then he would be her handsome dirty secret.

If only she had known what plans her gorgeous lover had in stock for her!

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