Diamond in the Rough

She leaned back against the chaise, toed off her heels, and tucked her feet underneath her and to the side. She pulled the combs from her hair gently rubbing her scalp with her fingertips. Leaning her head back against the cushions, she breathed in the rose, jasmine, and lavender that scented the warm night air. She was on the terrace accessible from both she and Lucius’ master suites. It overlooked a portion of the magnificent gardens on the estate. Desperately trying to steady herself she closed her eyes and let the evening perfumes and light breeze wash over her.

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“These are your rooms,” Lucius told her as they stopped at a set of doors in a long hallway upstairs. Hermione looked in the rooms; they appeared to be larger than her entire flat and were beautifully appointed in dark cherry woods and various shades of rose and gold. She walked to a set of bookshelves and realized her books were on the shelves. Taking a closer look at the items in the sitting room, she saw her pictures and her other belongings set out throughout the room. She moved beyond the sitting room to the bedroom beyond it. It was not as large as his bedroom but mirrored it with a chaise lounge in front of a smaller fireplace and a slightly smaller bed. She could see the bathroom beyond the bed.

He watched her move through the rooms taking in where her things had been placed and arranged. She opened a door opposite the bathroom to discover a walk-in closet, again enormous. Within it were her favorite pair of jeans, the pink hoodie, her baby doll t-shirt, her cowboy boots as well as the clothes she had worn the day before. Anxiety and nervousness had been building in her since the ceremony had ended. She was feeling distinctly out of her element and to see the clothing he had sneered at previously laundered, pressed and neatly hanging in the closet caught her off guard.

He had followed her into the bedroom and now leaned against the doorway to the closet. He had taken off his outer robes and looked amazing in fine black woolen trousers, an embroidered silk sage and antique silver waistcoat that hugged his chest and lean waist. The top three buttons of the crisp white shirt he wore beneath the waistcoat were unbuttoned. A thin black satin cord held that luxurious hair of his back from his face. He was watching her very intently.

She felt a myriad of emotions build up within her again. First and foremost, she was angry with herself for being far too aware of him in both looks and “my Gods, his smell,” she thought. Trying to emit a cool facade, she said more sharply then she intended, “I’m surprised you didn’t burn these as well.”

“Don’t tempt me. However, speaking of clothing, I have made an appointment for you to see Madame Malkin on Monday morning.” He drawled lazily.

“I go back to work on Monday morning what’s wrong with tomorrow?”

“I don’t believe you will be in the mood to shop tomorrow and I notified your department head to let him know you would be taking the next few weeks off.”

“Without consulting me first?” she asked incredulously, the utter arrogance of the man.

“Consult with you on what?” he looked down his nose at her imperiously. Sparks practically shot off her when she became riled. He smirked.

Irritated, she turned around to face him fully, placing her hands on her hips; she held up her hand and began counting off fingers, “hmmm, let’s count off what you have done thus far without speaking with me first shall we? Number one, you obviously have moved my belongings from my flat, number two, you called MY boss to set up time off for me, number three, you made an appointment for me to go shopping, all rather presumptuous on your part.” She said heatedly.

“I was trying to be considerate and take care of a few inconveniences for you.” He said softly his eyes narrowing.

“You are trying to take over my life,” she yelled at him.

“Do not raise your voice at me.” He said in a low, quiet voice and began to slowly walk towards her. He was growing frustrated with her. She was so obstinate.

“Stop telling me what to do!” she snapped at him trying to back slightly away.

He stopped right in front of her and said silkily, “May I remind you, you are now married to me. Given we were married today; it is not unusual for you to take a week or more off from work. Additionally, you need new clothes...”

“No thanks to you.” She sniffed refusing to look up at him. “Why on earth wouldn’t I be in the mood to shop tomorrow?”

“Tonight is our wedding night Poppet.”

She was silent. He ran a fingertip from her temple down her cheek and placed it under her chin, pushing up gently so she was forced to look at him. She bit her bottom lip, clearing her throat she moved away from him and stepped through the bedroom back into the sitting room.

“Are my rooms near yours?” she asked nervously.

He had followed her out of her bedroom and moved across the sitting room to another door that he opened and she could see his chaise lounge and fireplace through the door.

“About tonight, I was thinking it might be a good idea to postpone. We do have 72 hours before the marriage needs to be consummated and I’m …” She saw him watching her, he looked amused, damn him.

He quirked an eyebrow, “Tired. You look tired. Would you care to rest before dinner?”

She nodded, waiting for him to leave the sitting room.

“We will be dining in here this evening. I prefer to have a more intimate setting.”

She looked ready to bolt.

He lifted a curly tendril from her shoulder and pulled on it gently. She looked into those cool gray eyes. He leaned down and silkily whispered, “Get some rest. I will see you in a little while.” She shivered slightly as he turned and walked into his bedroom closing the door behind him.

She sighed. Staring around at the rooms again. She slowly took off her outer robes and laid them over the back of the couch. She walked back into her bedroom and noticed the French doors that led out to a terrace.

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She could smell the spicy mixture of cinnamon, sandalwood, and cloves. His scent, she slowly opened her eyes to see him standing by her chaise looking down at her. He sat down on her chaise and held out a flute of champagne. She reached out for it and he held it back from her slightly. “I did cast an unbreakable spell on the champagne flute, should you get the urge to throw it against something.” A laugh bubbled up through her and she grinned at him, he smiled back at her and the smile touched his eyes, making him so much more approachable.

Gods, she was lovely painted in moonlight and shadows. Her hair curled riotously over her shoulders. The little muggleborn was a delightful surprise. He placed the glass of champagne on the table beside them and leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips sucking slightly on her bottom lip as he pulled back. Those caramel coloured eyes widened slightly.

“Hermione, I find it excessively tedious to postpone the inevitable and tonight is inevitable.”

“Well, it’s just that, I mean, a week ago I didn’t even know, I don’t really know, that is…”

“You are babbling, Poppet.”

He leaned in again and nibbled on her top lip then her bottom lip, licking firmly at the seam of her mouth until she opened it slightly. He dove in, tasting and exploring. He teased with his tongue. He ran his hands up her arms, then pulled her against him wrapping one arm around her and cupped his other hand to the nape of her neck. She felt herself sinking into wild sensations that began to course through her body. That tongue of his was quite talented. She found it difficult but pulled back and whispered, “Maybe we could talk a little?”

He could see her pulse beat quickly at the base of her throat. He leaned in to kiss and suck at it gently. “No talking.” He moved his mouth back to hers plunging his tongue in and slowly retreating it out to plunge back in again in a wildly exciting rhythm which produced a sweet low ache in Hermione that caused her to grow damp and involuntarily push her hips upward. She gave a slight groan and it was all the inducement he needed to scoop her up and carry her back inside.

He sat on his bed and held her on his lap. He pressed kisses against her throat and moved up to taste the shell of her ear. She could feel him pressed rock hard against her bottom. The delicious smell of him drove her to taste his skin while he teased hers. He pulled the zipper down on her dress and eased it off her shoulders kissing, licking, and nibbling the skin he slowly exposed. Goddess, his touch and his kisses were making her mindless. That mouth was hot and wet and those hands seemed to find exactly where she was most sensitive. She wiggled against him and he groaned becoming more urgent in his movements.

He lifted her off his lap and pulled her dress off of her. His eyes widened in surprise. Hermione was dressed in delicate pinks and whites in a lacy silk bustier and garter slip that showcased her soft curves. The tops of her breasts swelled up over the silk and lace. She wore side tied panties that made her look like a delectable present waiting to be opened.

Watching his eyes darken into liquid silver she knew the side trip to Victoria Secret had been a good one. Feeling more confident, she began to unbutton the waistcoat from his body. He quickly shrugged it off and pulled her towards him again, kissing her hungrily.

The contact was electrifying. His hands ran over her breasts, squeezing and caressing. He leaned down and ran his tongue across the creamy swells, popping her nipple out of the bustier so he could suck hard on the pink tip. Hermione gasped and ran her hands down his abdomen, grasping and pulling the shirt out of his pants. She unfastened his trousers and ran her hand down his hard length, barely able to grasp him in one small fist. He was very large and jutted out towards her belly. He lifted her up against him and moved her back onto the bed, grasping the tops of her silk stockings he slowly peeled them off of each leg, one at a time. He moved his hands up her calves and along the inside of her thighs until he could feel the delicious heat of her.

Taking her mouth again with his, he moved his hand until he cupped her, feeling the swollen, wet petals of her sex. He pushed his finger inside her wet heat and she gasped at the intrusion. Her mind numbed to everything save the incredible sensuous feelings that he evoked with his lips and fingers. He moved his thumb over her sweet little nub and she pushed her hips hard into his fingers. “Oh gods,” she moaned.

He stared down at his new little witch wife, so surprised and so painfully aroused by her touch and kisses. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her hot wetness. Her touch electrified him; he wanted to mindlessly plunge into her. With a wave of his hand, his clothes disappeared. He leaned down to untie her from her silk and lace wrappings. He sucked on her nipples, taking each tip into his mouth pulling and nipping each pink crest to hardness with his mouth.

Levering up on his elbow he held himself over her, taking in her loveliness. She was so headstrong, fiery-tempered, impertinent, stubborn and brilliant. He found the combination intoxicating. He moved his plumy tip to her wet folds and pressed against her. She gasped and watched his face tense as he slowly eased inside her.

Good Gods, she was so hot, wet and very tight. She closed around him like a velvet fist, seeming to clamp down on his cock as he pushed himself all the way inside of her. He slid slowly out, and then pushed in again, reveling in the feel of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed up as he pushed down. He moved his hand down between them through her silken curls to her tender little clit and rubbed as he pushed faster and harder into her moist heat.

Hermione was lost to everything as she felt her orgasm build to its peak. As she climbed over the edge, a low scream tore from her throat. He followed her quickly, arching stiffly as he moaned out his release. Gathering her into his arms, he spooned her against him, her bottom tucked tightly against his groin. She wiggled into him and they sunk into oblivion.

A/N:

Sorry for the delay, can you believe that work got in the way?!!!! I hate that!

You’d think this would be an easy chapter to write but I had a remarkably difficult time with it. Sex doesn’t make everything peachy between them, however, that being said, they do now have something in common that they both VERY much enjoy.

CoCo.M: Not weird at all, can’t you just see Jason Issacs wearing that lovely blond hair, decked out in the Malfoy garb looking down at you and silkily calling you ,”Poppet”? I was fanning myself when I envisioned it!

LaBib: Lucius is so deliciously arrogant isn’t he? If I were Hermione I would love to take him down a peg or two because she can! Which she definitely will do.