Hidden Meanings

Disclaimer: Not mine, sorry, but Jo holds the reins on these characters, although I am sure she would not mind me controlling Lucius once in a while....

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mary: Severus knows Lucius inside out and back to front!! So, he'd know exactly what to do to spring the guy into action.

angel: What else did you expect Hermione to do?

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Giving In

Lucius stormed into his bedchamber and slammed the door shut. He immediately went to his bathroom and looked in the Mirror.

“Not going according to plan?” the Mirror asked.

Lucius pointed his wand at the Mirror, but then aimed it at an empty glass, and it smashed. The Mirror would have smiled if it had a pair of lips. Obviously the Master had, had a rough day. It had heard the screams and protests of a particularly vocal Witch that had obviously been scorned by the Masters. Generally, the human females give in to Lucius J Malfoy, but not today. This Witch seemed to be just as, if not more, stubborn than the Master.

Lucius went to the bath to turn the cold tap on, as he knew that was what he needed, a stunningly cold bath to hopefully cool that burning desire he had for that – that shrew in the other room. He closed his eyes, and all he saw when he did, was her naked, ravishing body standing in front of him, boldly, and with a shimmering sensual glow that seemed to want him so badly. He opened his eyes and shook his head, and turned his attention back towards his bath. Once he was freezing cold, he would be back to normal, there would be no heat, and he’d have a good night sleep.

The bath was filling up quickly and he dabbed a toe in there, and to his utter shock the water hissed, and it seemed that steam was emanating forth from the hot and cold contact. He winced, though, at the temperature. He gently lowered his body in the water and he hissed. He knew he couldn’t stay in this ice-cold zone for too long. But it would be enough to do what he wanted. How did she affect him so much? How had she ALWAYS affected him?

He leant back so that his long hair draped over the back of the bath tub and the tips trailed on the floor, he sighed as he finally felt his body cool to an even temperature, and then he got the soap and roughly cleaned his body. He’d have a nicer bath in the morning. He got his loofah, and rubbed his sandalwood bar of soap on it in great measure, and soaped his body, and face. He then got out of the bath, and towel dried his body. He let the water out, and went to his bed. He wrapped his body in a knee length silver satin wrap and stepped up on to the bed. He laid down, his hands behind his head, and he picked up a book to read.

‘I wonder what she’s doing?’ his mind began to wonder. ‘She could have gone in search of that bat!’ shut up, his stubborn side growled. ‘He could be giving her what you should giving her right now if you weren’t so damn stubborn,’ the rational part of his mind continued. If you don’t shut up, I’ll… ‘You’ll do what?’ the rational side of his mind sneered. ‘Lucius, old chap, you haven’t had a woman in two years.’ Last night, another part of his mind pointed out. ‘I’m not counting that, you don’t feel you’ve had a woman until you have had her for at least three nights in a row.’ I am not listening to you, the stubborn half of his mind said, you can just go. ‘Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you!’ I won’t.

He began reading the page, gods, he had read Lord of the Rings too much, he was even beginning to ACT like Smeagol/Gollum now. He looked down at the book, and the letters were jumbling and blurring around. He couldn’t concentrate. He gave up and snapped the book shut and set it back down on his table and noxed the lights out.

He laid down on his side and shut his eyes, but a vision of her swam before him, literally. She was naked, and swimming the breastroke in his indoor swimming pool, her hair wet, and her eyes shining from the exercise. In his dream he stood there watching her and she swam without her knowing he was there. And then she turned around and yelled at someone.

“Come on in, the waters lovely!”

He was about to step out of his hiding place but another man stepped out, a dark haired man, with scars covering his body, and his eyes glittering with pleasure. It was SNAPE! Snape had entered the swimming pool with grace and ease. Hermione swam up to him, and wrapped her arms around Severus neck, and wrapped her legs around his waist…

Lucius woke up sweating! NO! He would not let that happen, she was his. He brushed aside his sheets. He didn’t care how caveman it was, he was going to carry her into his bed, and make love to her. He couldn’t carry on like this for too much longer. He had to have her. Before Snape did.

He flung open the door wide, and stormed the few steps to her room, and flung that door wide open too. She wasn’t there.

‘Told you so!’ the rational mind sang in his head. ‘You should have just taken her when you had the chance, she’s a young female, full of energy.’ If you don’t mind, the other side of his mind leered. ‘Not at all!’

Lucius tore down the corridor and flung open wide the door of the room that he knew to be Snape’s regular room to stay in when he visited the Mansion. He wasn’t there either. He began to growl. The dream, it could not have been a vision of what was happening right now, could it? He stormed down the stairs, he walked through the ballroom, and huge dining room, and eventually to the Indoor heated swimming pool, and there she was swimming the breaststroke. Just like in his dream.

“Come on in the waters lovely,” he heard, but he unwrapped his satin kimono and let it fall to the floor, and stepped out of the shadows before anyone else had the chance.

“Lucius!” Hermione exclaimed when she saw him.

“To whom were you inviting into the water?” Lucius asked in a dangerous purring whisper.

“Severus,” she answered without batting an eyelid. “Shortly after you left, Severus came back, and he showed me this. It’s beautiful by the way… I love the ancient stone wall surrounding and the pool is spectacular.”

“WELL SEVERUS CAN JUST BLOODY WELL LEAVE!” Lucius roared. His roar echoed around the cavernous space.

“Will do,” Severus replied with a cool smirk twisted on his lips, and his dark eyes sparkled with mischief. Severus PLANTED that vision in his head – Lucius will make him pay for showing that he was the weaker one after all… if there is one thing Lucius didn’t like being; it was being the loser in a battle of wills.

Severus sauntered casually out of the swimming pool area and almost skipped merrily to bed, he’d be getting that gold galleon.

~*~*~

Hermione regarded Lucius with a scrutinizing glint in her eye.

“Might I ask as to why you are so jealous and possessive over me, a mudblood?” she asked.

“I have always been fascinated by you,” he answered, “and ever since the Quidditch World Cup I saw you as a potential problem to me and my marriage. I wanted to kill you that night, and failed. I also wanted to kill you in the Ministry of Magic, just to get rid of you before you grew to be too much of a problem. I suppose you could say that for over three years I have been harbouring desires for you that I should not have. When Narcissa broke my heart, and divorced me, and then told me that Draco was not my son I thought of what I could do. Oddly enough before she came to see me, I was thinking of you. You came the following day.”

“That’s why you kissed me so violently?” Hermione asked.

Lucius picked up one of her legs, and the other she wrapped around his hips of her own volition, and he bumped her into the wall of the pool.

“I have to admit that I am in love with you Hermione, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head or my heart, and YES, before you say it, I do happen to have a heart.”

“Lucius,” she began tentatively, he nodded to encourage her to carry on with whatever she had to say. “Do you want a child just to carry on your name, or because you genuinely want to be a father?”

“I do want to be a father, Hermione, but I could only love the child if you were the mother.”

Hermione blushed. She tipped her head to the side and leant in to him, she bit the lower of his lip and he opened his mouth to let her sweet tongue in. His hands gripped her bum cheeks and he pushed her body further into his.

“And what of your feelings as regards the Dark Lord?” Hermione asked after their very tender kiss. Lucius was just about to nibble at the side of her neck. But he stopped when she asked that question; he wasn’t really sure what his feelings regarding the Dark Lord were now. “I mean if he found out about us, and he asked you to kill me, would you do it?”

That question put it in perspective for him. Now that he had someone to love, and that someone possibly loving him in return, he knew the answer to that question right now.

“No,” he said. “I would not kill you.”

Hermione smiled and tipped her head back, and he kissed, licked and sucked her throat and neck gently. She murmured in pleasure.

“Lucius,” she hissed when he abruptly drew back.

“Don’t worry, my impatient shrew, I just have to give a certain interfering idiot a taste of his own potion,” Lucius projected an image of her naked, wet hair and body to a certain someone upstairs. “Now, that’s attended to, where was I?”

Hermione giggled. She snaked her arms around his neck, and spread her hands on the back of Lucius golden head. He kissed the lower of her right earlobe, and licked up the edge and nibbled the top of it, causing shivers to go down her body, and her legs shuddered around his waist.

~*~*~

Upstairs Severus was just about to go to sleep after finishing a periodical on potions, but as soon as he killed the lights, (and a few flies in the process,) he then turned on his side, and shut his eyes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw her and Lucius naked, he saw Lucius hands rove up and down her back, and then her sides. He saw Lucius clutch onto her hips, and stroke her legs that were wrapped around his waist. He saw that now Lucius hands were roving towards her beautiful breasts, and he saw Hermione lean into his touch.

Severus woke up and turned to the other side. He now saw Lucius and Hermione kissing fervently, and passionately like there was no tomorrow. He felt like a pervert as he was getting drawn into his friends and his ex-student, ride with each other. He saw Hermione fling her head back, with a look of joy on her face, as Lucius bent his head to suckle her breasts and nipples.

Severus woke up again, and sat up. Lucius you bastard! Severus exclaimed within himself. I’ll pay you back for showing me something that I can never have now that you’ve staked your claim on her. ‘If it wasn’t Lucius, it might have been that bloody Werewolf,’ the rational side of Severus brain said, ‘and you know it!’ Severus growled. He tended not to have conversations with himself, as that was the first sign of madness.

~*~*~

Lucius picked up one of Hermione’s breasts to kiss and lick under it. Hermione rubbed her hands down around his front and circled her hands around his finely toned body.

“What was it like in Azkaban?” she asked full of concern.

“Why should such a pretty little thing like you want to concern yourself with such an ugly subject whilst she’s being worshipped?” Lucius asked.

“Will you stop saying that, Lucius, I am not the type to worship.”

Lucius stopped kissing the underside of her breast and looked up at her.

“Who said that?” he asked. “As far as I am aware even Severus wants to taste your divinity. Believe me, Severus is a very fussy man, especially when it comes to women.”

Hermione giggled and stroked Lucius face. She cupped it in hers and dotted kisses on his eyes and forehead, he loved the feel of her warm breath on his eyes, and he actually sighed.

He held her close to him, and then she pushed her body down gently onto his ever-hardening penis. He groaned. He laid her gently on her back. The cold medieval stone made Hermione shiver in contrast to the warm swimming pool. Lucius climbed over her. He kept his eyes on hers and Hermione spread her legs.

“I think that I may be falling for you Lucius Malfoy,” she breathed. He allowed her that. She had just lost a fiancée that she cared deeply about. She could not very easily give her heart to someone else so easily. Especially him.

“Now are you going to stop being stubborn and put an end to this foolish separate bedroom nonsense, hmm?” Lucius asked, as he placed his hands either side of her head looking deeply into those beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

“Yes, Lucius, I will.”

“Good,” he purred. He gently eased his penis inside her vagina, and she moaned. “Like that, my little vixen?”

“Yes, Lucius, please again.”

“With pleasure.”

He made the first few strokes slow and gentle first of all, and then he kissed her breasts. He decided she looked demure enough and decided to drive himself harder into her, causing her to scream. She gripped onto his arms and scratched down his muscly biceps.

“More of that!”

He didn’t say anything; he just drove himself harder and faster, causing her to have mini orgasms over and over again.

“Orgasm for me, Vixen, now!”

He drove himself further into her core, and he felt himself almost spilling, but he held onto it so that she would come first. She screamed his name! At the sound of her scream he came, as he spilled his seed into her.

“Lucius!” she panted.

“Thank you, and you weren’t so bad yourself.”

“What did I do?” she asked.

“More than you realise,” he said gently, as he swiped some of her hair tenderly away from her face.

He held her in his arms just that little bit longer, and she hugged him back. He then got up and picked her up gently and carried her back to their bedroom.


~*~*~

Severus was furious, he had watched every moment of their sexual activity and now he could not sleep for the images of Hermione’s naked body twisting and writhing under his friend. It wasn’t fair! Lucius always got there first. Although, he was surprised at Hermione, if he knew that she had been harbouring dark fantasies for Lucius Malfoy when he was teaching her he might have treated her better so that those delicious dreams could belong to him instead, and then eventually, SHE could belong to him. Severus knew from experience that it was not a good idea to take a woman away from Lucius.

He sat up for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night, and surrendered to the fact that he was not going to sleep that night, he switched the lights back on and picked up the periodical. He felt something happen down in his groin. He’d have to have her once, at least. Surely Lucius wouldn’t deny an old friend that. ‘I wouldn’t be too sure, he looked like he wasn’t going to let her go!’ The rational part of his mind told him. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, Severus other part of his mind told him. ‘Hmm, so sure on that?’

“Oh bother this!” he growled out loud.

~*~*~

Lucius laid Hermione gently on the soft downy mattress of their bed, and like before he kept his gaze on her. She melted under his hot, lustful gaze. She gulped, and considered her position. Did she really mean it when she said that she would give up the separate bedroom? He kissed her neck and that answered her inner demon, yes, she did mean it. She would give up the separate bedroom.

Lucius sucked on her nipples tenderly and Hermione didn’t care if he had sex with her or not now, she liked this gentleness from him. He had the right touch, and the right way about him. He knew how to please her without her giving him instructions. He knew her so well; she could not help but wonder if he had been spying on her.

“I can’t believe that at my age, with my record, I have you in my arms, Hermione,” Lucius murmured. He, too, was spent, it had been an emotional roller coaster of a day, and he couldn’t take any more, at least his frustrations were ministered to.

Hermione had her fingers entwined in his long blonde hair and looked down as he looked up.

“You’re not old, Lucius, you are a beautiful man, and you know it.”

Lucius sighed he did know it. “I wasn’t beautiful the day you sprung me from prison.”

“You were,” Hermione sighed. “I think I liked you looking all dirty and rough,” she said, as a throaty chuckle escaped from her.

“Oh you did, did you?” Lucius sneered. “Well, my dear little vixen, do you like IT dirty and rough?”
“Not tonight, Lucius, tomorrow night perhaps?” she asked.

He fell asleep with one of her arms around his back, and another around his waist. His arms were wrapped around her body and one of his legs was over hers, so she was wrapped possessively around within his coils.

She snuggled further into his embrace and rested her head on his naked, but firm chest.

~*~*~

Dobby appeared in the Masters bedroom to light the fires and open the curtains the next morning, he was not surprised to see the Master wrapped in the Mistress’ arms, with the Mistress head on the Master’s chest. He looked at his Master and could not believe how he had changed. Perhaps he should have been in Azkaban a few years previously, but it was obvious that for the moment, the Master was happy, and that pleased him. He saw the Mistress stir and he popped out of the room.

~*~*~

Hermione awoke next to a soft, comfortable warm chest, and she smiled as she remembered what had happened the night before very clearly. Something happened to spring Lucius into action and tell her that he had cared for her. What that something was, Hermione had no idea, but she was glad that it did happen. So, she thought as she remembered what he had said to her, he had been trying to kill me because he knew that I’d be a temptation to him.

She looked up into Lucius face. He was rather serene when he was sleeping, and he truly was a beautiful man. The sun seeped into the room, and rested on him, making him look like a Sun God or something. He was haloed in the morning sun, and Hermione’s breath was taken away as she looked down at him.

She couldn’t believe that this gorgeous, rich, handsome man wanted to be her husband that he had been thinking of her whilst incarcerated. That melted her heart finally to him. If she could make Harry see that even the most seeming die hard Slytherin can change, then perhaps there would be a better chance of fighting Lord High and Mighty.

Lucius eyes fluttered and Hermione turned her face away, she didn’t want him to wake up to her stare first thing in the morning. Lucius was quick though. He felt her movement, and lifted her chin up so that he could look into her eyes.

“This is what I want for the rest of my life,” he murmured. “To wake up, happy and contented in your arms, with your eyes looking into mine. I want your eyes to be the first thing I see.”

Hermione blushed under his tender touch. His long, elegant fingers brushed her cheek, and he felt her temperature rise with it. He would soon give in if she continued looking coy like that.

“I think that, um, we had better get cleaned up and dressed,” Hermione suggested in a soft voice. Her breath fell onto his chest and it made him shiver with delight.

He held her close to him and kissed the top of her head.

“I think that we have plenty of time,” he purred silkily in her ear.

“Not if we have a wedding to plan, look, I am going to have to have at least SOMEONE from the Order here to witness this wedding.”

“If I might make a suggestion,” Lucius said. “I would think that Arthur Weasley would be a good member, he might strangle me at first, but after that’s over he’ll leave me alone. I trust him enough for him not to kill me. At least, not in front of you.”

Hermione laughed and wiped some hair away from his face.

“I love you, Lucius!”

He smirked down at her, and kissed her passionately before getting out of bed to make plans for their wedding.

A/N I hope you enjoyed that chapter... I think the lemons were sufficient enough, (more on the way!) Will Arthur Weasley agree do you think?