Experience

Citten: Wait no further. Hermione begins to entice in this chapter.



Mary: Only three? I thought there was five... oh well... thanks for continuing to read and hope you like this chapter.



LaBibliographe: I hope this is soon enough for you. As for Severus, just wait. And yes, Hermione will want to chase after someone she wants.



ShilohDarke: I had loved writing that, and laughed evilly at all your guesses of Centaurs... although, I was tempted to do that myself... thanks, hope you enjoy this chapter.



angel: Yep, Lucius better hurry up.



Lyssa: How about bedding her? Hee hee.... no, he's thought of that too! Ah well.



Lisa: The naughty Lucius Muse seems to be taken over by the naughty Hermione Muse in this tale. Severus actions should kick start Lucius, you'd think... huh! Men! Anyway hope you enjoy this chapter.



Dee Dee: Are you looking at my notes? You'll see what I mean later on... but I am surprised... anyway, as for Kingsley, no Hermione won't use him. She's too nice to do that to my Kingsley.



firewall: Yep, Lucius certainly does need a kick up the bum!



BuffyXO: I am surprised at myself with this story. Firstly, because I am enjoying writing this one so much, and secondly. Normally I write a naked Lucius by now! The UST is very difficult to write, believe me.



firewall (again!): LOL! Don't worry. Anyway, yes, Ron does need to get laid but not by Hermione...



candymac: Harry and the lovely Miss Weasley - I think that you'll love this chapter.



skye: Yes, I like writing Narcissa and Hermione's conversations...



SmileZ: I've always thought of him as Luscious... because he is. Aww, thanks, I missed you to.



Anathema: FIVE men! Lucius, Severus, Blaise, Kingsley, and Ron... so that's five. No wonder she's annoyed with Lucius.



SmileZ (again!): No, I am not Jewish, although I have Jewish blood in me. It might surprise you what religion I am. I'll tell you if you give me your email address. I don't want to offend people see. As for A Strange Love. Well, I am concentrating on one story at the moment as my computer in my room is busted and needs a new motherboard. So, please be patient. Updates on all my other stories will resume as soon as my computer is better.



Annie: This should meet your demands.



MistressMalfoy: Yes, me to. I like both of them creepy, but not in the same story one has got to be good whilst the other is bad... there might be a bit you might want to skip of this chapter.



Sahira: Updating as fast as I possibly can.



Criosdan: Well, I love all the toad references in the fifth book.



Mell: Well, I would have done but Lucius said he'd never speak to me again if I did.



LEMONS AHEAD! LEMONS AHEAD!



Thursday – Continued



Lucius looked up from his calming drink of black tea when the door slammed open. Hermione stormed in with her bags and looked at the man behind the desk encased in a cloak of fury. She dumped the bags by her desk and Lucius raised an ironic eyebrow at the amount of bags she was carrying. Hermione turned around after she had counted all the bags making sure she had everything.



Lucius smiled a little. It seemed she had found out about his little gift to her. She stormed up to Lucius and slapped him clean across the face.



“What was that for?” Lucius asked; genuinely surprised by the attack.



“Hmm,” Hermione began. “Is it true that you have ordered the Goblins to put One Hundred Gold Galleons in my account every morning?”



“Yes,” Lucius answered.



“And what about the deal you struck with Madam Malkin?”



“Look, Hermione, you need the money to survive. Your parents are dead, and you’re an only child and a true orphan. You need money in any society, Hermione. Besides all that was arranged before we made that deal, as you can see I have not gone back on my word.”



Hermione stood almost toe-to-toe to him. He looked down on her and smirked. Gods, he thought. She’s beautiful when she’s angry.



Hermione’s breathing had become fast and Lucius watched the steady rise and fall of her breasts. Her lips were parted and her hair was wild. Lucius felt his member quiver with excitement. He took her hand in his; causing Hermione to burn. I wish he would not touch me like that! She thought. Especially if he’s not going to make mad passionate love to me!



“Why didn’t you tell me about all that?” Hermione asked. Some of the anger had left her the moment one of his fingers began circling the centre of her palm. She smiled a little. She really wanted Lucius to take her into his arms and kiss her passionately.



“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Lucius sighed. “Isn’t there a saying that goes something like: More happiness In Giving Than Receiving.”



Hermione sighed. Her arm tingled as his fingers traced her palm further. She smiled as she looked at the man before her. He was right. She needed money. She had some from her parents but it wasn’t enough. She looked at the bags and packages, and then she turned to Lucius.



“Well, I’ve made a dent of two hundred and fifty gold galleons in your account.”



Lucius smiled. “I’m surprised it isn’t more.”



“Believe me, I was tempted to dent it more when I found out!”



Lucius chuckled. She walked away from him. He smiled a little and sighed. She walked up to her desk. The door was being knocked on and Lucius said ‘Come in,’ and the visitor turned out to be Rufus Scrimgeour. Lucius did not look nervous in the slightest.



“Miss Granger,” Rufus said. “Is there somewhere for the two of us to have a private conversation.”



Lucius nodded. He walked out of the office.



“What is it, Minister?” Hermione asked in an innocent tone.



“As entertaining as your little joke was on Umbridge I must order you to change her back to her normal self.”



“I have a reason,” Hermione said. “There is a condition; if she’s not prepared to answer my demands then she’ll remain half human, half toad for the rest of her life.”



Rufus tipped his head to one side. “It is a little Unorthodox, but I have to admit that you have the makings of a brilliant Minister – perhaps you may even Head your own department. What is your demand?”



Hermione squared her shoulders. “I have a friend who is married and expecting children. He needs a job to look after his family, as his wife wants to give up her job to look after the children. This friend is a Werewolf; his name is Remus Lupin.”



Rufus eye’s twinkled. He smiled a little.

“Your demand will be met. Remus Lupin may work for us if you change Umbridge back to her normal self.”



“Say please and I might be more inclined to,” Hermione said.



Rufus sighed. “All right, please?”



Hermione smiled. “Then I will.”



Rufus limped up to her and tilted her chin up. “You’re Potters friend aren’t you?” Hermione nodded. “Well, I can see who it is that has truly made him successful.”



Hermione narrowed her eyes and they turned flint hard. “Harry isn’t stupid on his own, you know!”



“No, I suppose not, but I can see it is you that keeps him stable. Oh well, so we’re agreed? Dolores can change back to her normal self?”



“After Remus’ first day,” Hermione replied. “Besides, there are other reasons why I’d like to see her suffer.”



Rufus shook his head. He had better be careful. This young lady had all the makings of a politician. Hermione smiled. Rufus sighed and walked up to the door. He turned the handle and turned around:



“No wonder Lucius Malfoy was so keen to have you as his secretary. You’d thrive under his guidance and care, Hermione. He’s already opened a sneaky side to you.”



Hermione blushed and smiled a little at the Ministers praise. He walked out of the door and left it open for Lucius to walk in. Lucius walked into the office and saw how bright her eyes were. She smirked at him and Lucius ran up to her and held her in his arms.



“Hear that, Hermione? Hear what he said about your potential.”



“I did,” Hermione laughed. “That’s one in the eye for Voldemort!”



Lucius held her at arms length. It was, indeed, one in the eye for the Dark Lord. He had wanted revenge on his old Master for ever so long. He could just see the look on the old monsters face as he heard that a Muggleborn friend of Potters had potential to be a Minister of Magic, he’d be livid; and then he’d be spitting teeth when he found out that it was one of his ex-supporters that had unleashed that very potential. He let his arms drop and he became serious all of a sudden.



“Please don’t say his name,” Lucius sighed. “I don’t want see that ugly name shaped on your beautiful lips again.”



Hermione nodded. She wouldn’t say his name in front of him if it meant something to him. Lucius was proud of her. She would have made Draco a fine wife. She would not have shamed the blood or even him. He would have paraded her around with absolute pride whatever anyone said.



“Sorry,” Hermione said. “What are you going to do this afternoon?”



“I have someone else to interview. Kingsley Shacklebolt is going to bring Potters cousin here. I can understand if you want to go out of the room and do something else.”



“No,” Hermione said in a small voice. “I’ll be alright if I’m with you.”



Lucius looked up into Hermione’s eyes. She stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist wishing it could be more than a hug out of friendship. Lucius stroked her hair and soothed her.



“As I said, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”



Hermione nodded against his chest. A few minutes later Lucius was faced with a very scared, muggle who was shaking like a leaf. Hermione found it difficult to feel sorry for him. He had terrorised defenceless kids. He had made Harry feel worthless for so long.



She sat on her chair and had her quill and parchment ready.



“Mr Dursley, I trust you understand you know the reason why you’re brought here?”



“Because she opened her gob!” Dudley exclaimed pointing at Hermione. Lucius bit back his irritation.



“Firstly, Mr Dursley, I do not take kindly to people treating people I like disrespectfully. Secondly, didn’t your parents tell you it’s rude to point – especially at a lady.”

Dudley blushed and shuffled his feet on the ground. “She’s just like Potter’s mum! She was a freak! You’re all freaks!”



Lucius rubbed his temples. He could do with one of Hermione’s massages now.



“Is that how you see us?” Lucius asked. “Strange, Mr Dursley. There was a time when I thought that your sort were freaks. Then something happened to make me realise that you are just as human as I.”



“You’re freaks! You can change things and what you do is unnatural!”



Lucius began to understand why Potter wasn’t that impressed with him when they first met. This is what he had to grow up with, no wonder Potter didn’t want to befriend his son.



“What we do, Mr Dursley, is what we’re all born to do. Including Miss Granger, and Potters late mother. In the future, Mr Dursley, when referring to Mrs Potter please call her Aunt Lily, as she is related to you. Most of us take a lot of store by blood.”



Hermione looked up at Lucius with that. She smiled a little. “Now, I am trying to be fair to you. I would like to hear your side of the story. We have already heard Potters.”



“Bet he lied!” Dursley said. “He’s a good liar!”



“At least he’s good at something,” Hermione muttered. Dursley snapped his head up and looked at the girl.



“You know if you were normal...”



“Don’t even finish that sentence, Dursley. It’s people like you that makes me happy that I am the way that I am!”



“Mr Dursley,” Lucius said. “Are you going to tell us your side of the story?”



Dursley shook his head. “I want a lawyer!”



“Sorry, but the only chance you have is me,” Lucius said. “So, are you going to co-operate or not?”



“Not!” Dursley said stubbornly.



“Very well, perhaps another night in Azkaban might sort you out!” Lucius clicked his fingers and Kingsley walked back into the room. Hermione looked at Lucius as Kingsley led Dursley out of the room.



“I’m so proud of you, Lucius Malfoy,” Hermione said. “I could see an Unforgivable hovering in your eyes, though.”



“The way he treated you was abominable,” Lucius said. “And disrespect in women is something I cannot abide.”



Hermione nodded. She smirked and walked up to him. She brushed aside some of his hair and started kneading his muscles with her hands. She smiled as he relaxed into her steady grip.



“Coffee?” she asked in a breathy voice.



“Please!”



Hermione walked into the coffee room and sent revealing hexes in every corner of the room. She sighed with relief and made them both a cup of coffee. She walked out of the room and placed the coffee on his desk. Hermione walked up to the desk and for the remaining one and a half hours left they kept quiet.



~*~*~



Harry was happy. He had a plan to woo Ginny properly tonight. They had tried so hard at Hogwarts but they always got interrupted. He knew that they wouldn’t be tonight. And if they were so what? He was in love with her. He could just say that. Surely, at least Molly, would understand that reason.



Arthur had picked Harry up. Harry looked at Ron who was miserable. Harry and Ron had been talking a lot and it seemed that it was definitely over for the Golden Trio. For some reason Harry wasn’t as upset by that like he thought he would be. It was about time they all grew up and went their separate ways anyway. They had learnt a lot from each other but Harry knew he couldn’t be together with them forever.



Harry decided to dream a little more. They had returned to the Burrow and they had all eaten dinner in silence. Harry looked at his watch. It was nowhere near bedtime. Molly and Arthur were washing up and Harry and Ron were sitting in the lounge playing Wizards Chess. Ron, as always, crumpled Harry’s side to bits. Harry played several games to the consternation of the pieces. Ron’s continual winning did nothing to alleviate his mood.



“Ron,” Harry said. “You have to talk to Hermione and see how happy she is. You have to look at them, Ron. He’s not being mean to her.”



“I know, and that’s what is bothering me,” Ron said. “I don’t like what his version of nice is. He wants more from her.”



“So,” Harry said. “Listen, Ron, she needs someone like Lucius. She’s happy around him. I am not going to make her choose between him and me, and I don’t want you to make her either. If you force her you might chase her away.”



Ron narrowed his eyes at Harry. “Whose side are you on?”



“Her side,” Harry replied without blinking. Ron nodded and stomped upstairs. Harry knew he had blown it. But it was about time Harry stood up for Hermione and he knew it. He had been feeling that way for a while now. Ever since Ron publicly humiliated her at the Ball. Harry had wanted to protect Hermione then but he had only just made up with Ron and took Ron’s side immediately. Now he’d be braver and tell Ron to stuff it.



The fireplace blazed green and Ginny’s head poked through the fireplace. Harry smiled as he saw his would be lover. Harry walked up to the fireplace.



“Ginny,” he whispered. “Take my hand.”



“Harry, what are you up to?” she whispered back.



“Just do it,” Harry said. “Please?”



Ginny sighed and smiled. She held out her hand and Harry led her through quietly. “You do realise I’ll get into truckloads of trouble by doing this?” she giggled.



“Well, I have a problem that only you can cure, Ginny.”



Harry sat her on the sofa and placed a disillusionment charm on both of them. He took her hand and, he led her up the stairs to his bedroom.



“Harry,” Ginny said when her boyfriend lifted the spell. “I was going to come on Saturday you know.”



“Saturday’s too far away,” Harry said. He looked at her petite body. She had taken the tie off and her blouse was already undone so that he saw the frilly edges of her bra. Her skirt was noticeably short showing her lithe limbs off to perfection. “Far too far away.”



She blushed. Harry drew her close to his body and kissed her roughly and passionately. Ginny melted into his embrace. She had been waiting for this moment for most of her life. She had always grown up with a fascination of Harry Potter, and now she was his girlfriend. Dreams can come true after all, she thought. And sometimes they’re better in reality.



Harry pulled the blouse out from her skirt and began undoing her buttons. He felt her soft flesh and he brushed her blouse off her body and let it fall to the floor. He stepped back and bent his head down to suck on one of her nipples. Her breasts were tiny but in proportion to the rest of her body. He could almost fit a whole one in his mouth. Ginny threw her head back and gasped as Harry’s tongue lathed her breast. She fisted her hands in his hair.



Harry’s hands reached down to the zip of her skirt and he let that fall to the floor when he finished unzipping it. He then moved his hands further up her back and unclasped the bra. He slid the straps down her arms and sighed as he beheld his almost naked girlfriend. He walked up to her and stroked her cheek.



“I love you, Ginevra Molly Weasley,” Harry said hungrily before he knelt down on his knees and slowly slid her panties down her legs. He got up and picked her up in his arms and spun her around to the bed kissing her all the while. Harry laid Ginny down on the bed and stared down at her. “Beautiful, Ginny, you’re just absolutely beautiful.”



Ginny’s body blushed. She sighed as she let her hands wander up his body and he sat on top of her. He raised his arms and she pulled his jumper off. She sat up and began kissing his naked body. She sucked at his hardened nipples. He hissed and it was his turn to fist his hands into her hair. It was soft and luxurious. He was so lucky to have her as his girlfriend. He’d been waiting for this moment for over a year. He stroked her face and tilted her chin up. Her eyes looked up into his as her tongue was still servicing his chest. He pulled her away and he unbuckled his trousers where Ginny found to her delight that he was much turned on by her. She had never told anyone, but as a little girl she had wrapped her mothers tablecloths around her body and held a bit over her head and say: “Yes, Harry Potter proposed to me! I am now Mrs Potter. I can’t believe the most famous wizard alive is married to me!” but even as a lonely seven year old girl she knew that dream would be just that.



Until now, that is. Harry had just called her beautiful. The Wizard she had dreamt about so often was now in her arms and desiring her. She lay back on the bed and looked up at Harry expectantly. Harry looked at Ginny. He kicked his shoes off and he stood up to let his trousers fall to the ground. He tugged down his boxers and he stepped out of them. Ginny blushed as she was confronted with her first (and only) naked man. Harry stepped up to the bed and leant down. He kissed her; easing his body onto hers to let her get used to his weight on top of hers. He hadn’t told anyone this but he wasn’t a virgin. He had let his virginity go to Chang. Not his finest half-hour.



Ginny hitched her legs up over his waist and her arms were around the nape of his neck. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and spread his hands down to her butt. He pushed her closer to him. He smirked as he began kissing on her sinewy neck.



“Harry,” she sighed. He smiled against her neck. He nipped on her shoulder and licked down her forearm. He planted light feathery kisses on her collarbone and breasts. She began to moan and sigh more as her hands wandered down his back and landed on his butt. She pushed down on him.



“Ginny,” he said. “After tonight things will be different.”



“I know,” Ginny sighed. “I want them to be.”



“I won’t hurt you,” he promised. He stroked her face and positioned his penis near her vagina and found her entrance. A gentle prod confirmed his suspicions. She was still a virgin in spite of all her boyfriends. He smirked at the thought of being the one to break her.



“I – I saved myself for you,” Ginny whispered. “I didn’t want to lose it to anyone I knew I wouldn’t give my heart fully to.”



Harry leant down and captured her lips with his. The monster was roaring inside his chest. She was still hoping for him even when she was dating Corner, and Dean. He wished he could have returned the favour. He felt like a pig that moment, as he had let himself be used by that bitch.



Their tongues rolled around inside each other’s mouths. Harry decided to gently thrust inside her whilst they were kissing. He’d be able to comfort her then if he had hurt her. He thrust as gently as he could; but Ginny whimpered against his mouth.



He broke the kiss. “Sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to.”



Ginny shook her head. “It didn’t hurt that much.”



He smiled and thrust gently into her again. She sighed. He continued his gentle thrusting into her. They were both getting excited and Harry was beginning to form sweat on his forehead. Ginny’s forehead was perspiring. He decided to make the next thrust slightly harder. She raised her hips up to meet him. It was the best feeling Harry had ever had. He could summon up a dozen patronus’ with the happiness Ginny’s thrust caused him.



“More of that, Ginny!” he said hungrily. She thrust forward onto his tackle as he thrust down into her.



“I want that harder!” Ginny exclaimed as Harry thrust into her harder still. “MORE!”



“Oh yes!” Harry hissed.



“Harry!” she panted. “Harry! Harry! HAR-RY!” she moaned with each hard thrust.



“Ginny! Ginny! GIN-NY!” he mimicked.



“THERE! MORE!”



“OH MERLIN I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE!”



Her vagina muscles clenched around his penis squeezing his seed out of him, as he felt his seed leave he shouted out her name and she thrust down onto him one last time, yelling out his name!



Harry looked down at his new lover. Her porcelain skin was shining with their sweat and her eyes were shining with pure joy. She had never felt so happy in all her life.



“Harry,” she said puffing and panting. “What if my parents heard?”



“Who cares?” Harry said. “I’ve just made love to the most beautiful little witch on the planet. I don’t care how much trouble we’ll get into for it. I love you. And you’re worth it!”



Ginny giggled. She stroked Harry’s fringe away from his eyes. “It was worth it.”



Harry smiled and rolled off her and lay on his back. “Oh Gods, Ginny, I’ve flown top of the range broomsticks. I flew on a Hippogriff. But I’d have to say that was my best ride ever!”



Ginny turned around and flung an arm across his chest and began playing around with his nipple. “I know about you and Chang!” Ginny said; her face crumpled into a look of disgust at having to mention that cowardly tart!



Harry turned around. “Sorry, if I could go back in time and change it, I would.”



“I know,” Ginny said.



“You were better,” Harry replied.



“I know that to,” Ginny said giggling, “and that was only my first try.”



“Well,” Harry said turning around. “I suggest that we try some more, don’t you?”



She sighed. She had everything she had ever wanted in this room right now. So what she wasn’t at school. It turned out to be the best decision she had ever made.



~*~*~



Hermione and Lucius had just eaten dinner and Lucius wanted to read in the library. Leaving Hermione up to her own devices. After dinner she decided to have a long hot soak in her bath. She sent revealing hexes along the way. Snape had unnerved her. She couldn’t believe that he was in love with her. She believed that he was speaking the truth; she believed that he was sincere in his love for her. Even Lucius confirmed it. She wasn’t quite sure how to take today’s events. Snape’s confession had annoyed her. Kingsley’s had broken her heart. And Lucius – well – Lucius was being Lucius.



She was about to step into her room when Narcissa opened her eyes; she smiled. “Phase one?”



Hermione nodded. “Yes, although I’m nervous.”



“Don’t be,” Narcissa yawned.



Hermione smiled as she walked into her bedroom. She had her bath already run. It was soapy and wonderful. She let the essences and oils seep into her skin relaxing her aching muscles. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a dream. She ducked her hair underneath the water and picked up a bottle of shampoo. She washed her hair and then she shaved her legs and under her arms. She also found a pair of tweezers to pluck out some nipple hair. She winced as she felt the short, sharp pain of the hair being ripped out of the sensitive flesh.



She lazed in the bath a few moments more after conditioning her hair and stepped out of the bath. She released the water down the plughole and wrapped her body up in a large comfortable towel. She smiled when she picked up what she was going to wear. Watch out, Lucius Malfoy, I’m a woman wanting her man!



She dried off her body and noticed she had shaved her legs smoothly. She rubbed some nice moisturiser over her body and sprayed herself with some lovely perfume that Gwynnie had given her for free. She then put her panties on. They were red silk shorts and she then put on a matching bustier. She tucked the attached suspenders inside the panties, as she wouldn’t need them. She picked up a short red chemise that reached only half way down her thigh and wrapped her body up in a matching robe. She rubbed her hair dry and waved the wand on the hair to dry it, and then she brushed it. She walked back into the bathroom to clean her teeth and strode back into the bedroom.



She walked up to the door and breathed a sigh to help gain confidence. She was supposed to be a siren. It’s just that she had never gone all out to seduce someone she had actually had proper feelings for. And this someone was Lucius Malfoy. She felt that once he stepped out of his misery he’d be an expert seducer. She opened the door and stepped out of the room. Narcissa opened her eyes and smiled.



“Perfect,” she said. “Now, unless you two are going through that door tonight,” she inclined her head to Lucius door. “Then I don’t want to know how it went.”



Hermione nodded. She rounded her shoulders and took a deep breath. “I hope so,” she breathed.



She walked down the staircase and walked to the library door. She opened the door and walked into the room. He was sitting by the fire and he looked up to greet her but his jaw dropped. What the hell?



She looked at Lucius and smiled. “Is anything the matter?”



“No,” he said blushing. “No, you can wear what you want.”



Red, he thought desperately trying to think of an excuse to not look at her, why red?



Hermione smiled and walked a light, quick step to the library shelf. She deliberately chose a book that was a little too high for her to get to without the robe riding up her legs. She tiptoed giving Lucius a perfect glimpse of her calf muscles. He tried to look away but he couldn’t as she slowly let her heels touch the ground. He shook his head. He could look away. He could.



He wasn’t looking away. She walked up to the fire where Lucius was greeted by a show of exactly how curvaceous and lovely she was. Remind me again, a small part of Lucius mind sneered. Why are you holding back again?



She sat down in a black leather armchair opposite him and crossed her legs. She swung one of them playfully, circulating her raised foot in the air, grabbing more of his attention. She smiled as she let her foot circulate a bit more.



“It’s hot in here, isn’t it?” Hermione asked.



“I could turn the fire down if you wish?” Lucius asked.



“Oh no,” Hermione said. “I’ll just take my wrap off.”



She laid the book down on the arm of the chair and untied the sash at her waist. She took it off and she bent down whilst pretending to struggle with one of the arms allowing Lucius a view of her sumptuous breasts. He peeked a look over his book. She sat back and sighed.



“Better?” he asked grinding his teeth together.



“Yes, thank you,” she said. She adjusted her bustier strap that had conveniently fallen down. He noticed her shift in her seat and she curled her legs up on the seat. She lazily stroked the outer of her thighs with her fingertips. Lucius watched this display. He didn’t say anything, if he complained then that would mean she had succeeded. He knew she was doing this to seduce him, and it was working.



Hermione sighed as she shifted position again. She read some more paragraphs of the book and frowned. She closed it shut and walked back to the shelves. She picked another book; it was the one that was next to her previous choice. Lucius watched as her even shorter chemise rode up her legs; he tilted his head and managed to see the curve of her bottom cheeks resting against the tops of her thighs.



Walk up to her and kiss her for goodness sake! She turned around and her chemise straps fell down again.



“This bloody chemise!” Hermione muttered. “I can’t read and wear this thing at the same time.”



“It’s not prerogative that you keep me company,” Lucius said; he had to swap legs and hold his book over his groin so that she wouldn’t see that she was winning. “You can take the book to your bed if you want to.”



“But I’ll be lonely,” Hermione said in a small voice. “So, do you mind if I slip the chemise off?”



Lucius narrowed his eyes and sighed. “Go ahead.” Wuss! his mind sneered at him.



She slipped the chemise off her body and stepped out of it. She walked back up to the chair and Lucius was trying very hard not to look.



Lucius is a wuss! Malfoy’s a wuss! his mind sang in an annoying voice. “Am not!” Lucius growled.

“Pardon?” Hermione asked blinking in surprise.



“Nothing,” Lucius said.



His mind kept singing that song in his head until he had enough of it. He slammed his book shut and walked up to the chair that Hermione was sitting in. He flung the book out of her hands and picked her up by her hands. His expression was fierce and her heart was racing. This was it. He wrapped a tight arm around her waist and another hand he wrapped in her luxurious golden brown hair. He leant his face down and pushed her face forward and their lips clashed. He kissed her harshly and passionately. There was fire in his mouth as his tongue played about in her sweet, willing mouth.



Hermione wrapped her arms around his head and fisted her hands in his silky blond locks. Hermione raised a leg up over his waist and he hoisted the other one up his other side. He crashed her into the next surface he could. Hermione moaned his name into her mouth. Her eager little hands began to unbuckle his belt.



“Not yet, my little kitten,” Lucius growled. “But anymore tricks like this and you won’t know what’s hit you!”



“Tricks?” Hermione asked innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”



He rolled his eyes. “Whatever you and Cissy have in store for me; you’ll find I won’t give in that easily.”



“I still don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.



“You know,” he replied. He dropped her legs down his waist and he stepped away from her. “I mean it, Hermione.”



He stalked out of the room leaving Hermione satisfied and smirking. She brushed her lips and the grin grew wider. “Granger 1 – Malfoy 0,” she sighed.



She picked up her robe, chemise and the book and walked upstairs to bed. She heard a disappointed sigh coming from Cissy’s portrait.



“I suppose you’ve caved him slightly,” Cissy said.



“Hardly an Avalanche,” Hermione replied.



“It’ll happen,” Cissy said. “Sooner than you think. Now he’s admitted to being able to touch you, trust me. You’ll be keeping an eye on those hands of his!”



“I’m not sure I’ll bother about keeping my eyes on his hands,” Hermione said. “I prefer his mouth.”



Cissy snorted and giggled. “I did to.”



Hermione went inside her bedroom and sighed as she leant against the door. That kiss was enough to make her insides boil she could feel herself come with it. She went to bed with a light step and went to sleep dreaming merry, happy dreams.



A/N - What Harry and Ginny said about Chang is exactly how I feel about her. So, Hermione's a little minx isn't she? Almost stripping in front of a vulnerable Lucius! What's going to happen now? Why was it a good idea for Ginny to have left Hogwarts that night? And what would Ron do next? Is Severus ever going to get some in this fic? Answers on a postcard please?