Dreaming of You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
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19,485
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82
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Chapter Six
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Chapter Six
Hermione was allowed into the house and was shown to where Lucius was sitting in the dark. He was in the very same room she had flooed out of four days before. The man was sitting in wingback chair, staring at the fireplace with a bottle of fire whiskey clutched in his hand. Quietly she went over to him and gently pried it from his grasp. He looked at her startled, but didn’t say anything as she put the whiskey aside.
Combing her fingers through his hair, she whispered, “Shower, food, sleep.”
“Hermione…” She pressed her finger to his lips, stopping his words.
“Shower, food, sleep,” she repeated, pulling him up from the chair.
Hermione pulled him over to the master bedroom and straight over to the master bath. She stripped him, caressing and kissing him as she went. Lucius pulled her to a stop, wrapping his arms tightly around her as he buried his face into her hair.
“Please don’t leave me,” he whispered, peppering her face with desperate kisses.
“I won’t,” she sighed, feeling as his body shook with the emotion he was going through. “But don’t ever send me away again either. No more noble gestures, Lucius. You’re a Slytherin for Merlin sake. I don’t know what I would do if you turned into a goodie-goodie Gryffindor.” Hermione’s arms went around him, closing her eyes tightly as she murmured, “What we have is so strong. I-I wish it wasn’t brought about by a potion.”
He sighed. “But, poppet, that is what courtship is all about.” He pulled back to look at her reaction. “If you don’t want…”
“I want,” she said, rubbing his strong chest and shoulder. “But tell me something, will we be abstaining from sexual relations?”
“Not bloody likely,” he muttered.
Going to tiptoe, she rubbed her nose against his. It was with eyes shining with desire that she breathed, “Bed.”
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Thank you for taking your time to read my story, but you're not done yet! There's an epilogue coming your way next. Thanks again, and please (for the love of all that's chocolate) review!
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Chapter Six
Hermione was allowed into the house and was shown to where Lucius was sitting in the dark. He was in the very same room she had flooed out of four days before. The man was sitting in wingback chair, staring at the fireplace with a bottle of fire whiskey clutched in his hand. Quietly she went over to him and gently pried it from his grasp. He looked at her startled, but didn’t say anything as she put the whiskey aside.
Combing her fingers through his hair, she whispered, “Shower, food, sleep.”
“Hermione…” She pressed her finger to his lips, stopping his words.
“Shower, food, sleep,” she repeated, pulling him up from the chair.
Hermione pulled him over to the master bedroom and straight over to the master bath. She stripped him, caressing and kissing him as she went. Lucius pulled her to a stop, wrapping his arms tightly around her as he buried his face into her hair.
“Please don’t leave me,” he whispered, peppering her face with desperate kisses.
“I won’t,” she sighed, feeling as his body shook with the emotion he was going through. “But don’t ever send me away again either. No more noble gestures, Lucius. You’re a Slytherin for Merlin sake. I don’t know what I would do if you turned into a goodie-goodie Gryffindor.” Hermione’s arms went around him, closing her eyes tightly as she murmured, “What we have is so strong. I-I wish it wasn’t brought about by a potion.”
He sighed. “But, poppet, that is what courtship is all about.” He pulled back to look at her reaction. “If you don’t want…”
“I want,” she said, rubbing his strong chest and shoulder. “But tell me something, will we be abstaining from sexual relations?”
“Not bloody likely,” he muttered.
Going to tiptoe, she rubbed her nose against his. It was with eyes shining with desire that she breathed, “Bed.”
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Thank you for taking your time to read my story, but you're not done yet! There's an epilogue coming your way next. Thanks again, and please (for the love of all that's chocolate) review!