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Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Oh gods. Hermione headed straight back to her rooms, her heart pounding. Oh gods. She had to leave. She couldn’t stay here. Not after how she had been. Craving the feel of his hands on her skin, the sensuous whispering of his voice. Wanting more. Wanting him. Maybe, just maybe, even wanting him to take her in the dungeons. Oh gods. She wanted Lucius Malfoy. There. She had admitted it to herself. She wanted him. The touch of his body, the workings of his mind. Both of these in combination… Oh gods. She couldn’t think about that.
And yet, if she left now, she’d surely lose her job at the Ministry. And as much as she hated to admit it, without that, she was essentially destitute. She didn’t have any savings, and while she might be able to find a job someplace else, she wouldn’t be able to get any references. Plus, the Ministry would expect her to explain why she fled. And really what was she going to say? She’d left because Lucius excited her? The Ministry would view her as insane.
Oh gods. She’d just have to avoid him. That was it. She’d just have to avoid him altogether. She’d have to beg off dinner and their evening conversations. Even though she had come to enjoy them. Damn him. Damn, damn, damn.
She decided to send her regrets about dinner via house elf after a very long soak. She had debated a swim, but she didn’t want to run into Lucius.
As she relaxed in the bathtub, one of her hands found its way between her legs. She teased herself, running her fingers lightly over her hard nub of flesh, while unsuccessfully trying to banish images of Lucius from her mind. Gently stroking, Hermione slid one and then two fingers into herself, while her thumb lightly worked her clit. Her breathing became more uneven, and her hand moved faster as she imagined the white-blond wizard sliding his hand in and out of her, his fingers working her flesh into a fevered pitch, until she exploded in a haze of heat.
Gods.
Yes. It would be best to just beg off dinner. Gods. Having dinner with him would just be too embarrassing. Still in her bathrobe, Hermione picked up a quill and sent a note to the house elves, asking them to inform Lucius that she was feeling under the weather and would not be able to make it to dinner tonight.
Hermione had just changed into jeans and sweatshirt when she received a note back: I hope that I have done nothing to offend you. That was certainly not my intention. If you are feeling up to it, I would greatly enjoy your company at dinner. – Lucius
Hermione sighed. Damn. She should join him for dinner. Otherwise, it would just make an uncomfortable situation worse. And she really couldn’t go back to the Ministry and tell them that she failed because she had the hots for Lucius.
And, she decided as she thought about it, if she didn’t go to dinner, it would show Lucius that he could easily manipulate her. And that was certainly not the case. Fine. She’d go to dinner, and she’d show him that he hadn’t affected her in theghteghtest.
She wrote her response, and started looking through her clothes. Definitely something conservative.
****
Lucius looked at Hermione guardedly when she entered the drawing room. He wasn’t surprised that she was wearing a dress with long sleeves and a high neck; he had obviously scared her in the dungeons. Yes, he’d have to take it slower with her. But truthfully, he was quite pleased with her response to him earlier today. She was definitely interested, he had just pushed the pleasures of the dungeons too far. At least for now.
“Hermione,” he forced a note of concern into his voice, “I hope that you are feeling better?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, thanks. I think that, er, the damp in the dungeons may have just gotten to me a bit. But thanks for asking.” Gods. Did that sound as incredible to him as it did to her own ears? Still, it was better than admitting the truth.
“A scotch will revive you, I’m sure.” Hermione nodded, glancing at Lucius in profile as he poured the drinks.
She took the proffered glass and sat in her now regular wing chair by the fire. She didn’t say anything, but sipped her scotch, and silently studied Lucius over the rim of her glass. Damn. If he wasn’t Lucius Malfoy, there wouldn’t be any problems. The age thing didn’t bother her – she had always been attracted to older men, and well, Lucius really didn’t look too bad at all, especially given that he had to be close to 50. In fact, if Draco aged the way Lucius did, Harry would have absolutely no reason to complain. Merlin’s balls! She forced away the images that crowded into her mind.
Still why couldn’t it have been anyone other than Lucius that excited her so? There was no way that she could work for the Ministry, and, er, get involved with Lucius. Was there? No, definitely not. She’d have to give up any thoughts of Lucius if she wanted to keep her job.
Lucius’ eyes caught her, and she detected a hint of a smile in them before she looked away.
Well, at least she wasn’t entirely uncomfortable with him, it appeared. And that was definitely a start. But damn. He had pushed too hard to start. Damn. But it had been the perfect opportunity. Now he’d have to start rebuilding her trust in him. . .
****
Hermione continued on for another week, falling back into her same routine of working, swimming, dining with Lucius, and joining him in the library in the evenings. She effectively pushed all images of the blond man out of her head during the days. It was only at night, in her private rooms where she indulged herself in the fantasies that plagued her. Fantasies where he ran his hands lightly over her skin, teasing her, exciting her, his hands, his body between her legs, his mouth on her lips, on her skin.
Gods, it was maddening being that close to her, and not touching her. Certainly, he still escorted her into dinner, and to the library, and he had ventured, on occasion, to rest his hand companionably on her shoulder. But that was as far as he had gone. And it had been hard to restrain himself. Indeed, he thought irritably, it was only the possibility that she would owl the Ministry informing them that he had manhandled her that stopped him from going any further. No. He’d have to wait until she approached him.
Until then, he’d just have to watch her swim every afternoon. Maybe, just maybe, he could join her. Maybe that would give him the incentive that she needed… Because he was certain that she wanted him. And that was a delicious thought. She just needed a little nudge.
****
A/N: There WILL be some honest-to-goodness smut in the next chapter. It might take me a few days to get it posted, because I am trying to get the scene to sound just right. (Right now it just sounds sort of lame. Hopefully my ‘great plans’ for it will actually come to fruition.) Again, thanks for all the wonderful reviews – I really appreciate it, and I am glad to hear that others are enjoying this as much as I am! I am really having fun writing this, although I have to say that Malfoy is a tough guy to sort of get a handle on. (As much as I’d love to!)
Oh gods. Hermione headed straight back to her rooms, her heart pounding. Oh gods. She had to leave. She couldn’t stay here. Not after how she had been. Craving the feel of his hands on her skin, the sensuous whispering of his voice. Wanting more. Wanting him. Maybe, just maybe, even wanting him to take her in the dungeons. Oh gods. She wanted Lucius Malfoy. There. She had admitted it to herself. She wanted him. The touch of his body, the workings of his mind. Both of these in combination… Oh gods. She couldn’t think about that.
And yet, if she left now, she’d surely lose her job at the Ministry. And as much as she hated to admit it, without that, she was essentially destitute. She didn’t have any savings, and while she might be able to find a job someplace else, she wouldn’t be able to get any references. Plus, the Ministry would expect her to explain why she fled. And really what was she going to say? She’d left because Lucius excited her? The Ministry would view her as insane.
Oh gods. She’d just have to avoid him. That was it. She’d just have to avoid him altogether. She’d have to beg off dinner and their evening conversations. Even though she had come to enjoy them. Damn him. Damn, damn, damn.
She decided to send her regrets about dinner via house elf after a very long soak. She had debated a swim, but she didn’t want to run into Lucius.
As she relaxed in the bathtub, one of her hands found its way between her legs. She teased herself, running her fingers lightly over her hard nub of flesh, while unsuccessfully trying to banish images of Lucius from her mind. Gently stroking, Hermione slid one and then two fingers into herself, while her thumb lightly worked her clit. Her breathing became more uneven, and her hand moved faster as she imagined the white-blond wizard sliding his hand in and out of her, his fingers working her flesh into a fevered pitch, until she exploded in a haze of heat.
Gods.
Yes. It would be best to just beg off dinner. Gods. Having dinner with him would just be too embarrassing. Still in her bathrobe, Hermione picked up a quill and sent a note to the house elves, asking them to inform Lucius that she was feeling under the weather and would not be able to make it to dinner tonight.
Hermione had just changed into jeans and sweatshirt when she received a note back: I hope that I have done nothing to offend you. That was certainly not my intention. If you are feeling up to it, I would greatly enjoy your company at dinner. – Lucius
Hermione sighed. Damn. She should join him for dinner. Otherwise, it would just make an uncomfortable situation worse. And she really couldn’t go back to the Ministry and tell them that she failed because she had the hots for Lucius.
And, she decided as she thought about it, if she didn’t go to dinner, it would show Lucius that he could easily manipulate her. And that was certainly not the case. Fine. She’d go to dinner, and she’d show him that he hadn’t affected her in theghteghtest.
She wrote her response, and started looking through her clothes. Definitely something conservative.
****
Lucius looked at Hermione guardedly when she entered the drawing room. He wasn’t surprised that she was wearing a dress with long sleeves and a high neck; he had obviously scared her in the dungeons. Yes, he’d have to take it slower with her. But truthfully, he was quite pleased with her response to him earlier today. She was definitely interested, he had just pushed the pleasures of the dungeons too far. At least for now.
“Hermione,” he forced a note of concern into his voice, “I hope that you are feeling better?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, thanks. I think that, er, the damp in the dungeons may have just gotten to me a bit. But thanks for asking.” Gods. Did that sound as incredible to him as it did to her own ears? Still, it was better than admitting the truth.
“A scotch will revive you, I’m sure.” Hermione nodded, glancing at Lucius in profile as he poured the drinks.
She took the proffered glass and sat in her now regular wing chair by the fire. She didn’t say anything, but sipped her scotch, and silently studied Lucius over the rim of her glass. Damn. If he wasn’t Lucius Malfoy, there wouldn’t be any problems. The age thing didn’t bother her – she had always been attracted to older men, and well, Lucius really didn’t look too bad at all, especially given that he had to be close to 50. In fact, if Draco aged the way Lucius did, Harry would have absolutely no reason to complain. Merlin’s balls! She forced away the images that crowded into her mind.
Still why couldn’t it have been anyone other than Lucius that excited her so? There was no way that she could work for the Ministry, and, er, get involved with Lucius. Was there? No, definitely not. She’d have to give up any thoughts of Lucius if she wanted to keep her job.
Lucius’ eyes caught her, and she detected a hint of a smile in them before she looked away.
Well, at least she wasn’t entirely uncomfortable with him, it appeared. And that was definitely a start. But damn. He had pushed too hard to start. Damn. But it had been the perfect opportunity. Now he’d have to start rebuilding her trust in him. . .
****
Hermione continued on for another week, falling back into her same routine of working, swimming, dining with Lucius, and joining him in the library in the evenings. She effectively pushed all images of the blond man out of her head during the days. It was only at night, in her private rooms where she indulged herself in the fantasies that plagued her. Fantasies where he ran his hands lightly over her skin, teasing her, exciting her, his hands, his body between her legs, his mouth on her lips, on her skin.
Gods, it was maddening being that close to her, and not touching her. Certainly, he still escorted her into dinner, and to the library, and he had ventured, on occasion, to rest his hand companionably on her shoulder. But that was as far as he had gone. And it had been hard to restrain himself. Indeed, he thought irritably, it was only the possibility that she would owl the Ministry informing them that he had manhandled her that stopped him from going any further. No. He’d have to wait until she approached him.
Until then, he’d just have to watch her swim every afternoon. Maybe, just maybe, he could join her. Maybe that would give him the incentive that she needed… Because he was certain that she wanted him. And that was a delicious thought. She just needed a little nudge.
****
A/N: There WILL be some honest-to-goodness smut in the next chapter. It might take me a few days to get it posted, because I am trying to get the scene to sound just right. (Right now it just sounds sort of lame. Hopefully my ‘great plans’ for it will actually come to fruition.) Again, thanks for all the wonderful reviews – I really appreciate it, and I am glad to hear that others are enjoying this as much as I am! I am really having fun writing this, although I have to say that Malfoy is a tough guy to sort of get a handle on. (As much as I’d love to!)