A New Order of Wizards - COMPLETE

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Chapter Eight – Negotiations


Hermione was the last to enter the dining room for dinner that night. She had been relieved that she hadn’t seen Lucius all day and was not looking forward to the evening meal. Had she really done those things with Lucius? I touched his… I licked …how can I face him again? This is so embarrassing. Her courage of the night before had certainly resurfaced with a vengeance that morning, but it had flown farther and farther away as the day had progressed. She saw that Lucius was waiting for her, standing behind his own chair as formality dictated. She peeked at him, then focused on the table, saying shyly, “Good evening, Lucius.”


Hermione’s breathless greeting streaked down Lucius’ body and coiled around his cock pulling tight. Damn. She hadn’t been in the room with him ten seconds and he was hard. He knew he was starved for sex, but that was almost a record even for him. Well, that settled the decision that had been nagging at him all day - did he try for more sex tonight or not? Lucius looked at her blushing, timid face, a face with the pull of Eve. Oh yes, this wizard wanted more of that. His little witch had opened her Pandora’s box last night and released all his hopes of avoiding her existence. Instead, his snake had crawled right in and made itself at home. He was going to need a cauldron full of that disgusting contraceptive potion. Snape was going to be rich beyond his wildest dreams.


Aside from his sudden resurgence of lust, Lucius was actually feeling pretty satisfied after two very fulfilling sessions of sex. He refused to call it lovemaking, because he certainly didn’t love her. He didn’t even like her. On the plus side, the sex had been bone melting. He was still thoroughly relaxed from that morning’s activities, but feeling a little vulnerable, concerned if he had shown any weakness to Hermione through his desire, his craving for sex. So in preparation for the evening’s meal he had dressed in a severe formal black robe that buttoned all the way up to his chin, and he had pulled his hair back into one of his black ribbons and tied it ruthlessly tight. He ruefully acknowledged that the outfit was his armor against his wife’s innocent sexual allure. Thanks to that effing cat, his hem had a small tear where Crookshanks had ambushed him outside his bedroom in retaliation for being thrown out. He thought it wasn’t noticeable, though.


Hermione gasped, “Omigosh, Lucius, you look just like Snape in that outfit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything like that before. Are you going somewhere tonight? Don’t stand too close to Snape or people might think you’ve borrowed off him.” Hermione was so amazed at Lucius’ robe that she forgot to be shy.


“So the sniping will continue as always I see. Good to know where we stand. Am I to understand that last night and this morning were merely aberrations not to be repeated?” Lucius sat down and put the napkin in his lap, looking frigid. “I had thought you said the change in our relationship was to be permanent. I see I didn’t quite grasp the shallowness of the change you meant.”


Hermione bit her lip. She had blurted out her unwise remarks about Lucius’ robe because, in fact, he looked nothing like Snape in it. Somehow, the long line of Lucius’ black robe that lovingly hugged those wide shoulders down through his slim waist, contrasting with his blonde hair made him look so hot she thought he might set her eyeballs on fire. She wanted to crawl under that robe and practice what he’d taught her last night. Hermione put her hand up to her lips to stifle a moan of sheer want. Were all cocks so addictive?


She had been so keyed up about seeing him again and then seeing that sexy robe, she had reverted to her previous adversarial sniping without thinking. “No, Lucius, you’re right. I was just scared to see you again. This whole…thing is rather new to me and I’m a bit embarrassed about what we did. I would prefer to not duel with words all day long if we can get past it. I’ll try to be civil if you’ll do the same.” She gave him an earnest look, trying to apologize without actually saying the word. She really didn’t like to show any weakness to him. He was always so good at exploiting any.


Lucius was annoyed at her barb about his robe, but had gone completely cold at the possibility that the promise of more sex was being yanked away. He surreptitiously wiped away the sweat from his hands under the table and nodded regally at her, accepting her unspoken apology. He wasn’t insulted at all that the word ‘apology’ was not said aloud. He would have done the same were he at fault. She actually gained a modicum of respect from him for her adroit jog around the word, not that he was going to let her know.


Lucius relaxed a little in his seat. “We need to discuss what exactly this “permanent change” in our sex life is going to be. Shall we continue the once a week appointments but with more interaction? Twice a week? The spectrum can run all the way up to you sleeping in my bed all the time, I suppose, but that might be too much of an adjustment in our total relationship, scant as it is.”


Hermione hadn’t thought of any of those possibilities past the first one. She stared thoughtfully at her husband wondering what he really wanted. She could happily stay in bed with him every night if he would make her feel like he had before. The sex was mind blowing and he seemed to be rather accomplished at it, if what the other wives had complained about their husbands was true. Her conscience did twinge a bit at her interest in having sex with the enemy, but it was such great sex. She should be able to have a little something out of this unending nightmare her life had turned into. Maybe she could pretend he was someone else while she was in bed with him. Then she could enjoy these new, wonderful sensations without feeling guilty. Silence ensued as they worked on their meal.


“Well,” Lucius continued when Hermione stayed silent, “we can try to be civil outside the bedroom, but frankly, I think that is asking a bit much for now. Best not to lean too heavily on our attempts at courtesy quite yet. We can agree to leave our animosity outside the bedroom door and see where that takes us. That can be one behavior to strive for since we both benefit from it. I am, of course, assuming that you feel you will benefit from it as well?” Lucius waited and Hermione just nodded in agreement. He went on, “I can see where any vicious, verbal sparring elsewhere will possibly put a damper on our nighttime activities if we can’t leave the anger aside when we’re in bed. I for one will try to moderate my words when we are together and for the rest, try to stay out of your vicinity. That may work for now. This is for the sake of the sex, you understand. We are not now best friends.”


Hermione bristled at his last sentences. He was being so unpleasant that she almost said ‘never mind’, but then she remembered the great feeling she’d experienced under him and knew she was already addicted to it. No wonder everyone was always talking about sex. She wanted more and he was the way to get it. However, he didn’t have to know she was so eager. She wasn’t slow at putting two and two together and easily figured he wanted it as much as she did. Maybe more. Men were supposed to want sex all the time. If that was true - and Ron and Harry had talked nonstop about it - then she had an opportunity to make use of Lucius as he was likely going to try to make use of her. “So, Lucius, what do you propose? You’re the sexpert or so I hear.”


Lucius cocked an eyebrow at her snippy question but ignored the tone. “As long as we understand each other. I suggest we continue tonight and let tomorrow take care of itself. One day at a time. If either of us wishes to have a night off, we can speak up in the morning.”


“So does that mean if neither of us wants a night off, we’ll be spending all night in your bed? Or do I leave after the sex is over? If I have to leave, then I’d like to have the sex in my bed half the time. That way you can leave sometimes instead of me.”


Lucius sighed in annoyance. “If we create any more bedroom rules we may as well forget the whole thing.” Not in this lifetime, Lucius thought. But he was starting to move uncomfortably close to their previous open warfare so he tried to lighten the tense atmosphere he’d created, “Well, at least we are squabbling about how much and what kind of sex we’ll have instead of trying to verbally take each other apart.”


Hermione didn’t want to fight either. She wanted SEX. She’d just discovered it and she wanted as much as she could get. She said, “I do have to know if I’m staying or going, Lucius. But I’m not trying to suck all the pleasure out of what should be spontaneous enjoyment.” Hermione stuck her finger in her mouth and slowly pulled it out again. She’d seen a moving photo of a woman doing that in one of the graphic moving picture books in Lucius’ library and decided to see what effect it had on a man.


Lucius stared in disbelief at her blatant suggestiveness. Was she for real? Well, he could play too. He turned on the practiced charm, relieved that he was going to get laid again, “As you say - there should definitely be spontaneous sucking enjoyment. I assume we can both agree on that. For tonight we’ll go with my bedroom again and we can decide tomorrow’s venue later. This détente may not last beyond tonight so let’s enjoy what we have, shall we?”


Hermione would have to go back and study those moving photos for some more ideas. She saw that Lucius had intently followed her finger and now seemed to be in a good mood, and that put her in a good mood too. She briefly wondered about her strange affinity to him but wrote it off as relief at getting to experience those intense sensations again. She could hardly wait. What nightie should she wear? She hadn’t been able to find her yellow one this morning. “Lucius, did you find my nightie?”


Lucius replied, “Didn’t you take it? Maybe the elves...In any case you won’t need one. Just come in your robe. Shall we say in one hour?” He got up and left the table.


Hermione’s mind was leaping ahead to her time in his bedroom and she just nodded, deep in a rosy dream of her next orgasm.