Rules and Regulations

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Of course, she had no intentions of going to his rooms this evening or any other evening for that matter. She needed to draw a line in the sand. Unfortunately, for her Lucius Malfoy had a tendency to rub away any boundaries she attempted to draw with just the quirk of a brow or a flip of that luscious platinum hair. Damn the man.



As she prepared for dinner, she felt as if she were gearing up for battle. She spent an inordinate amount of time dressing herself, pulling on her most conservative teaching garb. Every button she fastened and every curly hair she wrestled into submission to lay flat upon her head made her feel more self-assured, calmer. She desperately wanted to reassume her feelings of control. He had unhinged her, never before had she ever felt so ungrounded. Hermione looked at herself carefully in the mirror feeling more like her old self as she took in the no nonsense image reflected in front of her. She almost wished she had a pair of silver spectacles to perch on the tip of her small nose. However even without the spectacles, she was quite sure she projected an air of authority similar to that of the headmistress. She nodded her head, more determined than ever to not let him have the upper hand. She picked up her clipboard and made her way to her usual seat at the staff table within the Great Hall for dinner and assiduously avoided looking in his direction.



He watched her take quick, sharp little steps across the room, her ever-present clipboard in hand, her hair scraped back from her face and buttoned up tight in her high-collared robes. Good gods, did she even realize she was hiding herself? Driving to look as androgynous as possible and failing miserably where he was concerned. He took a sip of his wine smiling a little wryly as in his mind’s eye he saw her lush body supine upon his bed, her long curly hair spread across his pillow. No one could or would possibly imagine how lovely she actually was, no one save him. Smirking, he leaned back in his chair and watched her walk up to the table, mentally willing her to look in his direction but the little witch was taking great pains to ignore him. He could clearly see her game plan, the little sprite wore her emotions far too clearly upon her face, she was planning to avoid him tonight, she was projecting her intent loud and clear, of course, that would never do.



She sat between Professor Sprout and the Headmistress, half heartedly listening to the conversations swirling around her. She knew that if she didn’t knock on his door precisely at nine this evening he would come looking for her. She sighed, damn him, she desired him, at least her body did at any rate. It was as if her body was a tuning fork because she seemed to vibrate when he was near her, just the sight of him could make her body begin to hum. Goddess, just hearing the low murmur of his voice made desire pool between her legs, she looked about surreptitiously, squirmed as discreetly as possible in her chair and in doing so caught his eye. He quirked that damn brow of his and gave her that ever-knowing smirk. Hermione ground her teeth. Damn him. She didn’t mind the desire but she did mind the inequity, the imbalance of their relationship. No, not relationship, she didn’t exactly know what she would call what they were doing but she would be damned if she would allow him to dominate her again. A small voice in her head reminded her that she very much enjoyed his domination. Swearing silently she frowned, how could she turn the tables? He needed to spend an afternoon with his bottom tipped up, reddened until it glowed then on his knees at her feet. Oohhh, for Gaia’s sake, just the thought of Lucius naked with that fan of white blond hair cascading down his back and kneeling at her feet made her swoon slightly.



She shook her head; she needed to think this through. The problem was, she suddenly realized, was that she’d been running away from him, so ungryffindor of her, she needed to right the scales, conquer him so to speak. “Hmmm….” She pondered how to flip this particular switch to her advantage. She placed her napkin down on the table, bid good evening to her dining companions and stood up unconsciously rubbing her hands together, time for a little research.

He slowly ambled his way down the halls, towards her rooms. Her obstinacy although somewhat frustrating was also tantalizing, it made her submission sweeter because of how difficult she fought to maintain some semblance of control. When she did let go, her passion was addictive. Thinking of plunging into her slick heat hardened him painfully. He surreptitiously pushed the heel of his hand against his cock under his robes and quickened his pace, eager to reach her.



Hermione was quite sure he would seek her out, after all, he sought her out when she had said no to him every time previously. The word no seemed to be an anathema to him. She wanted him to come to her; she was more than ready for him. She looked at her reflection, and took one slow, calming breath when a knock sounded upon her door, she clenched her trembling hands into fists as she turned, reached for the door and opened it. He leaned negligently against her doorway. All long, hard, elegant lines, his hair cascading down over his shoulders and his eyes smoldering. She wanted to take a step back but she wouldn’t, not this time, she would not back down.

The tight braid that pulled her hair back accentuated the clean lines of her face and her eyes held a fire, which seemed to burn right through him. Goddess, she was lovely and so very resolute. “What could she be up to?” He wondered as his eyes travelled leisurely from her feet to her face.

"Lucius,” her voice cool. “I don't think I like the way you're looking at me, it’s insolent," she looked down her little nose at him, quite a feat that, considering he towered over her. Lucius' eyebrows quirked up, "How should I be looking at you?" he asked, he held a small grin in check at the authority she was trying to project. He tilted his head to the side and let his gaze run again from the pointed tip of her shoe, up her robes, and finally back up to her eyes, which were now glaring at him.

"I don't think I like the way you're talking to me, either."


So the little mouse finally wanted to play did she. He couldn’t be more delightfully surprised then quickly suppressed the chuckle that threatened to burst from his lips. Lucius Malfoy, never a man to turn down a good opportunity, decided to play along. How far would she pursue this particular path? No matter he was willing to follow if she were willing to lead.

“Shall I leave or do you bid me entry?” He had some trouble hiding his grin.


She stepped to the side of the doorway and motioned him to enter, closing the door as he stepped into her rooms. Oh good Gaia, her heart felt as if were caught in her throat, feeling way out of her league, she told herself silently, “You can do this.”



He turned to face her; the poor little sprite looked so far out of her depth. Amused he opted to make it a little easier for her and slid to his knees in front of her, his movements both graceful and elegant. He crossed his hands at the small of his back, bowed his head and said in a low voice that reflected nothing but pure obedience. “I apologize for my insolence, Mistress. Please punish me as you see fit.”


Hermione’s eyes widened, completely surprised at how quickly she had attained what she’d hoped for, somehow she’d expected this to be a bit more work and now she already had Lucius acquiescing. She watched him, kneeling at her feet with his head bowed. She had been in just that position often enough for him to know what he offered her. The sight of him kneeling at her feet had her squeezing her thighs together as shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She’d imagined this but hadn’t actually believed it would become a reality. She moved towards him and ran her fingers through his hair.



He gave her a quick glance as he looked up at her, the glance so fast that she might have overlooked it, but with him, she couldn't afford to miss anything. She made a mental note of that look, he had half-smiled and looked amused, happy, and arrogant. The man didn’t have a submissive bone in his body. She had her work cut out for her tonight.


He chanced a glance of her face and saw both trepidation and resolution. He admired her courage and felt his cock stir but held back a smile. She gathered his hair together at the nape of his neck and pulled sharply.

"Strip."

He nodded and she slowly let go of his hair then he stood up. His robes unfastened and puddled around his feet. Then his waistcoat and shirt fell to the floor. He toed off his shoes then pushed down his trousers, and stood before her, pure perfection in his nudity. “No one should be so beautiful,” she thought as she took in the smooth hard lines and planes of his sculpted body. She could see he was very, very happy to be here, as pearly dew welled at the tip of that long, hard cock. Feeling a little more self-assured, she looked at the clothing on the floor.


“That’s not where your clothes belong.”



Lucius looked at her then knelt down, folded his clothing and set them and his shoes on a chair in a neat pile. He then dropped back down to his knees awaiting her next command. He focused his attention on the sounds she made as she moved about her room. Her heels clicking softly upon the floor. He inhaled deeply taking in her sweet scent. At last, she returned to him, slow steps that told him she was perhaps observing him. She approached close enough that her feet entered his field of vision.


She had taken time in choosing just the right implement to use on him. She pulled it off the table next to her bed and made her way back to him. She walked slowly around him, appreciating the fall of his hair, the curve of his shoulder before she realized she was stroking the length of the riding crop up and down. She stilled the movement then asked, “Before we start, what is your safe word?"


"Switch." His voice low and velvety, his eyes captured hers in one long heated look.


Her eyes widened and lips parted in a soft surprised “o”. She quickly pressed her lips together and circled him. Even though he knelt at her feet, strength and power seemed to emanate from his every pore.


She stopped in front of him and slid the tip of the riding crop beneath his chin. He obediently tilted his head back and looked at her through molten silver eyes. She tapped the riding crop to his cheek, not hard enough to hurt him but give him a simple warning that she was in charge.

"Stand."


He rose lithely, keeping his hands behind him, without showing a hint of discomfort at having knelt on the hard floor for the past few minutes.

"Come here."

He walked with her to the side of the room, towards her bed, where three pillows had been stacked up upon one another. She tapped the top pillow with her riding crop.

“I want you to lean forward so your bottom is pushed up.”

He gracefully climbed up onto her bed and lay down in such a smooth and fluid motion it hinted that this wasn’t the first time he had assumed this position.


She walked from one side of the bed to the other then with a light touch of the crop on his left thigh had him spread his legs a little more. She gave into the urge to touch him and slid her hand down his back and over his arse. His skin was as smooth as silk. Hermione stepped back, there would be time to touch later, now was about righting the balance. She cleared her throat, “Lucius, what do you need to be punished for?”


"I was insolent, "I stared at you."


The crop swished through the air and landed on Lucius’ arse with a snap. She watched a weal pinken his skin. She bit her lower lip. Lucius caught the look on her face and whispered, "I undressed you with my eyes."


His reminder seemed to buoy her and this time, the crop cracked down once again. He pushed his erection into the pillows and groaned with pleasure. He whispered, "I was rude when I talked to you."


She raised the crop again and Lucius writhed. That blow was the hardest yet and seem to break her from her reserve. She wielded the crop hard against his bottom and Lucius didn’t think his cock could get any harder. She definitely was finding her groove with her little crop.

She stopped and ran a hand across his arse, checking her handiwork. The heat his bottom radiated surprised her, his cheeks were a bright red and she wondered if this was how her bottom had looked right after he had spanked her.


"We aren’t quite done," she stated as she ran her hand across the abraded flesh.


Lucius didn't even blink. "As you wish, Mistress." He would let her play just a little longer then he intended to plunge his cock into her again and again.



Fifteen minutes later, when she ran a hand down his arse again, her fingertips as light as feathers, Lucius clearly had to struggle not to squirm under her touch. He lived for moments like this one when everything was pure, raw, extraordinary sensation, moments when thoughts were unnecessary, only the need to act. He wanted the little minx badly. He pushed up from the bed and faced his little Amazon. Her eyes were heated from her exertions; he grasped her upper arms and pulled her towards him. He removed the crop from her hand then proceeded to undress her as quickly as possible. She rushed to help him and ended up tearing her blouse and skirt off in the process. She wanted to feel his flesh against hers; she needed to feel him deep within her.




The scent of lust filled the room driving both their passions higher; he plunged his fingers into her knickers and found them soaked with her desire.



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A/N: Hi Readers, I am so sorry it’s taken a while to update. Work has kicked up and I was finding it difficult to make time to write.

Margaritama: Lucius is very persistent, “no” is not in his vocabulary, unless of course, he is using the word himself, he’s such a hypocrite!

Voracious Reader: Creative opposition, I love that combination! Creative opposition that he allowed in this chapter!


BeaBibliophile: I love bossy men, they drive me crazy but I think it’s more about pitting my will against them! Did we ever get a wrap on the vacation Pitt pulled together or did it kind of peter out?


Angeles: Thank you so much for your review!


Coipje: I know, I know, you’ve probably given up on me, I’m glad you’ve liked the story so far!


Lemonade8: Hermione is definitely more than a shag for Lucius, I think he’d be bored if she just sort of laid there and took it!


Scary Bear Hair: Chapter 4: I’m glad you liked chapter 4, I always see Hermione becoming conflicted when she begins to find herself sexually, I think it’s because it’s the only area I don’t see her truly understanding what she needs, what she’s doing, she lacks the general experience.

Chapter 5: Hermione is very stubborn, she wants more balance. This chapter I just wrote, took a while to come to me, you know, I always say I’m gonna write the story first before posting and then I just started adding on to this story…. Sigh…. I’m my own worst enemy!

leValkyrie: I feel the same way, just give in Hermione, ultimately you’ll be happier, well in the moment she’ll be happier but she’ll still walk away dissatisfied. She locked him up in her room in this chapter!


LaBibliographe: Chapter 4: Ahhh, laBib, thank you for reviewing. I don’t know if I’ll do a gift exchange again, I like the different ideas to a story, I can never have too many of those but sometimes it’s hard to go down a particular path.

Chapter 5: I’m glad you liked your interlude with Mr. V I thought you need a nice little chocolate diversion, regardless as to who won the chocolate wrestling match.


Marieve: Hermione has no idea how she is being led, he definitely has things all planned out in his mind!


Blue: I’m so glad you are enjoying my story. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy this chapter.