Hallelujah - A Christmas Story

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Lucius had Apparated them straight to his bedroom, his lips still pressed firmly against Hermione’s. She smiled against his lips and pulled away, her smile widening as she looked around the familiar room. It was very much the same as it had been, except there seemed to be a certain coldness to the room. As a matter of fact, it looked as if no one had used the room in a while. With a questioning look, she turned to Lucius, her own eyebrow raised in question.

She found him standing behind her again, his hands flexing with their desire to touch her.

“I could not stand sleeping in my bed after you left. After Narcissa was gone, I had no problem with being alone in my bed, as she had stopped being a wife years before she left. But you,” he gathered her in his arms, inhaling her scent deeply. “You were a different story. Everywhere I looked, I saw you, or a memory we had made together. I saw you lying in front of my fireplace, the light dancing across your body. I saw you walking around my room in heels, and lingerie, dressing up for a night on the town,” he bent down to whisper into her ear. “I saw that first night we had, that glorious night when we discovered each other. It was too much for me to bear,” he tugged her earlobe into his mouth and Hermione nearly came apart, a shiver bowing her spine as she reached her arms around him.

“And I saw you everywhere,” Hermione groaned as he began to kiss at her neck. This all felt so right, so real. She had finally come home. How could she have been so foolish as to not see that this was the man she wanted, needed? Maybe she was being love sick right now, but it seemed whatever problems they may have had that they could work through them somehow. Whatever issues from the past that had stopped their love from continuing, they would be able to fix.

“Hermione?” He asked his voice muffled against the skin of her neck.

“What is it?” She asked lazily, her fingers busy untying the ribbon in his hair.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he moved away from her, his finger playing along the gold links in the chain her locket rested on. “What is this?”

A smile crossed Hermione’s face, and Lucius felt his temper sharpen at the look of love and adoration on her face. “It was my Christmas present.”

Lucius grasped the chain and followed it down to where the locket rested, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her initials carved into the gold. “I surmised as much. Who gave it to you?”

“Lysander,” she said, reaching to drag Lucius back down to her. He let go of the locket, letting it thump down against her chest and stepped back from her.

“I see. Lysander,” Hermione watched as Lucius turned his back on her and walked towards the window. He hung his head, shaking it slowly back and forth. “So that’s why you didn’t want to see me.”

Hermione was at a loss. She tried remembering if she had introduced Lysander to Lucius. A certain memory popped into her head. Lysander had been four at the time, Artemis was two, and Selena was still a tiny thing in her crib. Sander had been terrified of Lucius, staring at him with wide eyes. When Lucius had kissed Hermione on the cheek, the little scamp of a boy had run forward and kicked him in the shin. Lucius turned with fire in his eyes, before seeing that it was just a little boy, his heart softening ever so slightly. Lucius smiled, but that just seemed to confuse the boy and he took off. No one could find him for hours and when they did, he was curled up in the room where they kept Selena’s crib, crying on the floor next to her crib.

Those had been happier days. He had met Hermione’s much extended family just two weeks before Draco died. After Draco’s death, Lucius refused to see anyone but Hermione, so it was no small wonder that he had forgotten the mischievous boy who kicked him in the shin.

Hermione shook her head as she walked over to where Lucius was standing, making sure she put just enough distance between them in case he was so angry that reason and logic would not be able to penetrate his anger.

“Lucius, it’s not like that-,” whatever she was about to say was cut off as Lucius turned around and forcefully grabbed her by the shoulders, flipping their positions so that she was backed up against the wall, with no where to go.

“It’s never like that, Hermione. Don’t you think I haven’t been around the block a few times? I’ve heard that excuse enough times in my day,” Hermione swallowed at the anger in his eyes, and then remembered her Vow, hoping to be strong enough to see his anger through. “I know what it means when a witch says that. It surprises me that you would kiss another wizard, visit his dead son’s grave, when you have a boyfriend at home waiting for you.”

Hermione felt her own temper rising at Lucius’ accusations. It was not fair of him to assume the worst of her, let alone that she was cheating on a fictitious boyfriend. When they had been together, she had never given him any reason to suspect that she was one of those witches, and now it just served to anger her that he brought that accusation against her.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Lucius. Listen to-,”

“Oh so he’s not your boyfriend then, hmm?” He pushed her against the wall, pressing his body hard enough against her that she could feel the first stirrings of his arousal. Seeing her angry had always been a trigger for him, had always made him hard and more then eager. It seemed that he still suffered from the same malady. “So he’s just some man that you’ve been trouncing around with. It’s nice to see that I could be so easily replaced.”

Hermione pushed against him, no longer feeling that this was just mere foreplay. They had argued like this before, ending up tangled together and exhausted, having forgotten what the fight had been about. But this, this held a different ring to it. It was like he was desperate for any excuse to find fault in her. As if over the past two years he had built an image of her in his head, an image of love and devotion to his memory. He thought she had waited for him, longing to be with him again, but now it seemed she had jumped to another man.

Or at least to another bed.

“Lysander is Ron and Luna’s son, Lucius. You met him yourself,” she pushed against his wrists, managing to finally free herself. Lucius stumbled backward at the force, looking at her as if she lost her mind. “He is a six year old boy who harbors a crush for me. So he saved up all of his allowance money and bought me a necklace because I stopped wearing you ring and he thought I deserved to have something pretty!” The exclamation came out in one long breath, leaving Hermione breathless as she stared him. Her chest heaved in her anger, anger at this foolish man who she thought she could love again.

Lucius stared at her unblinking, then his body collapsed upon itself as he sighed, closing his eyes. He brought his hand up to cover his eyes and shook his head. “You mean the little chap who kicked my shin?”

“Yes,” Hermione breathed out, thankful that that was over.

“He gave you that because you stopped wearing my ring?”

“Yes,” Hermione said, a little quieter this time.

“Why did you stop wearing my ring?” Lucius opened his eyes to find Hermione staring at him, silent tears running down her face. His heart nearly crumpled at the look in her eyes.

“Because you said you didn’t love me anymore,” she whispered, the tears sliding faster now down her cheeks.

“Hermione,” Lucius breathed as he went to her, scooping her into his arms and hugging her tightly to his body. “I was a fool. Hermione, no one could ever stop loving you. I was a fool and I was wrong. You are the best thing that has ever walked into my life. You made me the man I am today. If you hadn’t had been there for me when . . . Draco passed on, I would have killed myself. I thought I had lost everything at that point, and I was too foolish to see that I still had you. I still have you, do you understand?” He pulled away from her and placed the gentlest kiss upon her lips. “I do still have you, don’t I?”

“Oh Lucius,” she cried, before capturing his lips with her own, crushing the velvet softness of her ripe mouth against the lush feel of his own. They kissed tenderly, and then it grew to something more heated. Lucius broke away from her and began to work at getting the cream sweater over her head.

“You deserve a bed, but I don’t think I have the strength to walk over to that bed and ready it for you,” He whispered against her hot flesh, before tearing her sweater up and over her head.

“Then let’s just do it here. I know you love a scenic view.” Lucius chuckled and stepped back, watching her creamy breasts rise and fall in the off-white satin that barred his view of them.

“Take off that scrap. It does not become you,” he groaned out, his voice hot and raspy. With a second smile, Hermione reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her luscious breasts bouncing out of the restraining fabric.

“Dear Gods above, you will be the death of me,” Lucius moaned, before pushing her bodily against the wall next to his window. He began to kiss her flesh like a man starved, leaving hot markings over her skin as he kissed her fevered flesh.

“I love you, Lucius Malfoy.” She groaned, Lucius lifting her so her legs wrapped around his waist.

“And I you, Hermione Granger.”

The rest of the day passed in a blur of clothes thrown anywhere and naked flesh pressed hot and hard against each other. They made love four times that day, lying in bed as the clock chimed eight. Lucius was busy kissing her fingers as she lay on her back, eyes closed at the sensation.

“What are your plans this Yule night?”

A smile drew itself across her face. “Well, the Weasleys are having dinner tonight. We had dinner last night and opened presents from the whole family, but tonight it is just dinner. All the families break up on Christmas day and open up their presents, then reconvene tonight for dinner. It tends to be a more subdued affair, as the children are off in their own little corners, playing with their toys.”

Lucius kissed the second knuckle of her ring finger, licking the soft skin under the knuckle. “Did you plan on going?”

Hermione nodded. “I plan on making a small appearance. I have to hurry back to my house and pack all my things.”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

Hermione opened her eyes and looked at Lucius, a smile peaking out through her amber eyes. “Well I thought you would like a Christmas present. If not, I mean I don’t think I can return it, but I can always return myself.”

Lucius pushed himself away from her, her hand still clasped in his. “You aren’t saying that you mean to move back in here?” With her lip bit in joy, Hermione nodded her head, only to laugh as Lucius’ face split into a grin of its own, his eyes dancing mirthfully. “That’s the best Christmas present I’ve ever been given.”

Hermione began to laugh, shocking Lucius. “I thought it was Yule?” Lucius looked at her with narrowed eyes and shook his head.

“Are you making fun of me, Hermione Granger? I don’t think that’s a very wise decision,” Lucius said in his menacing Death Eater voice, before grabbing her sides and viciously tickling her. Hermione shrieked and tried to dart out of the bed, only to find her strength to be no match for his. He tickled her for minutes on end, until her face was red, tears streamed from her eyes and she gasped for breath. Only then did he let up, watching her clutch her sides in joy.

“You’re trying to kill me!” Lucius just smiled, standing from the bed.

“Let’s go prepare for the Weasleys. I want a shower if I’m going to have to deal with that lot,” Hermione smiled as she climb out of bed and stood next to her lover, before running her fingers over the side of his abdomen that always made him laugh. It was so sudden that he squeaked, which caused Hermione to laugh even harder. When she straightened up, she noticed that he was staring at her with pretend malice in his eyes.

“I’m giving you to the count of five. One . . . two . . . ,” Hermione didn’t hear the rest as she bounded for the bathroom doors, simply locking them behind her. “Five! Ready or not, here I come!” Lucius unlocked the doors with his wand, only to find her standing in the shower under a stream of hot water. His cock twitched at the lovely image she was providing him. She turned around and startled as if she did not expect to see him there.

“You came,” she said seductively.

“Not yet, I didn’t witch.” He joined her in the shower, pulling the glass doors closed behind him.

They made love once more that night before facing the music at the Burrow.


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A/N: One more chapter and then an epilgoue. I am getting up early tomorrow to finish this story before I go take my Ballet Final, so that you can all read and enjoy it before Christmas. I believe after the holiday season, I am going to write a longer, fuller version of this story. I may keep the original up, but I think there are many things that I could still cover, regarding this story. As for now, it's a nice, little, imperfect tale of Christmas love.

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