Love Songs

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Title: Be My Druidess

Author: Sapphic Jade

Warnings: Het



Song: Be My Druidess

Artist: Type O Negative

Year: 1996











Hermione turned the page in her book and sank deeper into her chair. It had only been a year after the Final Battle but it seemed like ages. Closing the book on her finger to keep her spot she chuckled. After Harry killed Voldemort everything changed. Oh Ron and Harry were still best mates and the three of them regularly got together at Grimmauld Place for dinner. But other then that nothing was the same. If someone had told her a year ago she would be best friends and roommates with Draco Malfoy she would have hexed them into next month. But here she was.





Draco popped his head into her room and smiled. Hermione smiled back. Draco was the only one that knew exactly what had happened to make her hex Ron so bad and end their relationship. He also knew why his parents’ marriage had been dissolved but he wasn’t telling. His parents had stayed together as long as they did because they felt it was best for Draco. But now that they felt he was able to stand on his own two feet, they wasted no time in heading to the Ministry and filing for divorce. He also knew why his father had invited Hermione to the Beltane celebration and it wasn’t because she was his room mate.





Hermione shivered a bit in her thin dress. Her narrowed eyes fell on Draco as he whistled an odd tune. He didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable in his robes. She didn’t see why he was wearing them when she wasn’t allowed to.





She stopped suddenly when she felt it. A pounding in her chest like her heart was working in overtime. But her heart wasn’t racing. Draco’s grin increased. It took her a second to realize she was feeling the drums rather then hearing them. She returned Draco’s smile and sped up.





The drums were booming low in her ears as she walked into the clearing. The smile dropped off her face as shock took over. Most wizarding families had Beltane parties. But they didn’t observe the old rituals that came with it. The Malfoy’s did.





Be my druidess

Be my everything

Be my druidess

Be mine







A couple dozen people danced around the fire to the beat of the drums. Some were wearing no more then simple woad marks on their skin. Runes of protection and fertility. A counter beat to the drums was being made by anklets of bones and claws. Lucius sat in a throne made from fallen trees and animal skins. One made of carefully teased living wood and flowers was empty beside him.





A necklace of various sized claws dangled from Lucius’ neck. His grey eyes flashed in the firelight. The only thing covering his nudity was a loincloth made of supple leather and two arm bands of the same material covered in runes. His long hair was loose and shone in the flickering light. His breath hitched when he saw her.





Hermione couldn’t help but stare. She had always known that Lucius was a handsome man but tonight he looked feral. She noticed Draco sit in the throne beside him and she nearly swallowed her tongue. He was dressed similar to his father. Only his loincloth was of simple linen and the bands about his arms were made of woven reeds dyed different colors.





The drums slowed as Lucius began to speak. Hermione now realized that just maybe she shouldn’t have put the book Draco gave her to read at the bottom of her pile. She knew enough from what she had already read that she was staring at the two sides of the Goddess’ consort. The Green Man was Draco. Lord of the trees and all things green. Lucius was the Horned One. She had to pick.





Around the Pyre, a circle of thirteen

Throughout these woods, ecstatic screams

I look deeply into your eyes

I smell your hair, caress your thighs







As she stood there trying to decide the dancers wandered off. Her ears picked up the soft cried of passion in the silence. This was Beltane; a night to bring fertility back to the earth. Her eyes lingered a little too long on Lucius when she noticed that he was aroused. She studied the bulge and her eyes flicked to his face just in time to see a predatory smile begin. She did the first thing that came to her mind. She ran.





Lucius smiled at his son as Hermione took off into the woods. He had asked Draco to invite Hermione but he didn’t expect him to bring her here dressed in the traditional manner of the Malfoy Lady. He slowly stood and faced the direction she had gone into the woods. He lifted his nose into the air and gave a delicate sniff. Tonight he wasn’t Lord Malfoy. Tonight he was the Horned One and his Lady was on the run. With a gently lope more suited to a hunting cat, he took off after her. His son’s laughter rang in his ears. It didn’t last long before the same voice became a feral growl.





Hermione wasn’t quite sure where she was going. She knew sex magic existed and had done extensive research on it. Though she wasn’t ready to admit that the only reason she had done so much research was because she was trying to learn about sex in general. She was trying to be as quiet as possible just in case Lucius tried to follow her but sneaking around in a forest was not her thing. She froze as she heard a twig snap behind her. Like smoke Lucius appeared in front of her.





Be my druidess

Be my everything

Be my druidess

Be mine







He could smell her. A scent unique to her of parchment, ink and her arousal, he could smell it every time he went to visit his son. At first he thought it was Draco she wanted, till he went there and Draco wasn’t home. It hadn’t changed. In fact it was stronger. Tonight though he could smell a hint of fear.





He closed the distance between them and picked her up. His mind was foggy with lust, the magic in the air and the beginnings of love. He wanted so badly to take her right there and leave a woman sized imprint in the willing soil but he didn’t want to scare her anymore then she already was. He began to run, his lady’s arms wrapped around his neck, the leaves crunching under his bare feet.





Hermione sank into him. She smelled the soap he used on his skin and sighed. She was the Lady. The magic was singing in her veins and the lust she had always felt for the blond man had dampened her urge to flee again. She was still scared but not because of what she knew was going to happen. She was scared that her relationship with his son would change. She valued her friendship with Draco and didn’t want to lose him. She had no idea that it had been Draco’s idea to dress her as the Lady to tempt his father. Every other year his mother had hidden in the Manor, proclaiming the ceremony barbaric. Since he had turned 16 he had taken his father’s side as the Green Man, as his father had done to his grandfather. But there had never been a true Lady.





Lucius came to the spring and laid Hermione down on the soft grass. The magic surged through him almost to the point of pain. It demanded it due. Lucius reined himself in and gently kissed her. He molded his lips to hers. Hermione felt the surge and her body responded. Tangling her fingers in his hair she deepened the kiss. Teeth nibbled and nipped. Lucius felt as tense as a piano wire and fought the urge to brutally part her legs and slam into her.





Now we\'ll make love by fire light

A blaze so high it lights the night

Long fingernails dug in my skin

Yourself so wet invites me in





Lucius continued kissing her as if he stopped she would dissolve into thin air. His lips traveled across her jaw and down her neck. He was gripped with the insane urge to mark her as his. A softly whisper “Lucius” caused him to give in and he bit into her shoulder hard. Hermione cried out at the pain even as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. She could tell that he hadn’t broken skin but the harsh sucking had her trembling. Lucius lifted his head to examine his handy work. He smirked and lowered his head to her breast.





Hermione whimpered as feather light licks assaulted her left nipple. Her nails dug into his back leaving bloody crescents behind. Lucius growled at the pain and sucked her nipple harder through the thin cloth. She writhed and wriggled underneath him causing him to grow harder. With a swift movement he sat up and grabbing the neck of her gown ripped it, baring her breasts to his eyes.





He was speechless. The moon turned her skin luminescent. He cupped her breast and growled under his breath as it more then filled his hand. Lowering his head he teased her nipples with his lips and tongue, moving back and forth not wanting to leave one neglected. He sucked the hardened peaks into his mouth and suckled them hungrily.





The earth seemed to breathe as Lucius took his time worshiping Hermione. It was starved for the magic the two was creating. Lucius may have played the Lord for all those years but he was never unfaithful to his wife. The last time he had lain with a woman was when Narcissa had conceived Draco. It subtly pushed at him, wanting more.





Be my druidess

Be my everything

Be my druidess

Be mine







Lucius slowly kissed his way down Hermione’s body, pushing the ripped fabric out of the way as his lips teased the slightly round planes of her abdomen. When he kissed her navel she gently pushed him away and stood up. When she just stood there the trees rattled menacingly, the earth thinking that it was going to be denied once again. As Lucius drank in the sight, she dropped her ripped gown to the ground and kicked it out of the way. Lucius wasted no time in getting out of his loincloth and rose to stand before her naked except for the two arm bands. She closed the two steps between them and kissed his chest. His eyes closed as he drank in the feeling of her soft lips on his bare skin.





He folded her into his arms and gently laid her back on the ground. He could feel the earth’s impatience and attempted to ignore it. He brushed kisses across her face as he ran his hand down her side. Her skin felt like silk beneath his finger tips. He almost missed her whispered plea.





“Lucius, Lord. Please I need you.”





Our lust increased feeds desire

As we combust, yeah we on fire

I feel you shake so deep inside

O oh scream my name and hold me tight







The earth heard too and hummed. With a moan he fitted himself between her thighs. He looked at her, giving her a chance to change her mind. Her legs wrapping around his hips answered him. He slowly sank into her heat. Looking into her eyes he began thrusting into her. He wanted to see her come apart. The Beltane magic swirled around them and he couldn’t deny it any longer.





I\'ll do anything to make you come







His strokes became fast and hard, Hermione’s nails leaving bloody streaks down his back as the passion built. When he hit a sweet spot and she moaned, it seemed as if the earth moaned with her. She could feel it starting. The pressure building, her mind filled with nothing but feeling of Lucius inside her, their sweat drenched bodies sliding across each other. She was close, so very close.





I\'ll do anything to make you come







Lucius could feel her legs beginning to tremble. He drank in her little whimpers and moans. She was not a very vocal person but all he could hear was her little noises of pleasure. Reaching between them he strummed that all important nerve. With a scream she came apart in his arms. It was too much for him. With a muffled shout into her neck he gained his release.





The earth trembled slightly at the wave of magic that washed over the land, finally satisfied. Draco grinned as the young woman in his lap jumped as the Beltane fire flared. The flames flickered green for a second before going back to its normal reds and oranges. The land was finally happy. He sensed a good year ahead of them.





Hermione sighed at the comfortable weight on top of her. She had expected him to be heavier but in the moonlight she could she he was all lean muscle without a spare ounce of fat on his body. His breath tickled her ear.





“You know it’s said that a child conceived on Beltane has special powers.” Lucius deep voice went straight to her core. He leaned over her and smiled. She grinned back at him and said “Well then let’s try this again.” He growled as she rolled him onto his back, her legs straddling his hips.





Not one but two Malfoy babes were born in the wee hours of February the fifth. Lucius stared down into the cradle holding his grandson and his daughter. A sappy smile graced his lips. Only time would tell if the saying was true. But at least now he had a true Lady.







Song: Be My Druidess

Artist: Type O Negative

Album: October Rust

Year: 1996





Be my druidess

Be my everything

Be my druidess

Be mine



Around the Pyre, a circle of thirteen

Throughout these woods, ecstatic screams

I look deeply into your eyes

I smell your hair, caress your thighs



Now we\'ll make love by fire light

A blaze so high it lights the night

Long fingernails dug in my skin

Yourself so wet invites me in



Our lust increased feeds desire

As we combust, yeah we on fire

I feel you shake so deep inside

O oh scream my name and hold me tight



I\'ll do anything to make you come