If You Go Down To The Woods Today

Hilda Malfoy: Yeah, loving and caring Lucius; I love that to. Hmm, well, you’d think so wouldn’t you...



BuffyXO: Yep, I didn’t like her character development in HBP she seemed to turn slightly nasty my Hermione is the one in the first five books but older. And hey, just because she’s a virgin doesn’t mean to say she doesn’t have fantasies... ‘A Tale of Endless Devotion,’ hmm, good idea for a new story... DON’T DO THAT! I can’t be writing another story; got too many on the go as it is. I hope you continue to like the plot developments.



La Bibliographe: She’s just scared and I believe with good reason; I think she wants to care for him but is not sure how to. Actually, I think if he had a child sorted into Hufflepuff THEN he’d have a hissy fit. As for Lucius being sans clothes; and exploring his further options read on my good friend. Don’t worry about Severus either.



Mary: I truly believe that Blaise Zabini is Snape’s son; Jo denied he had any daughters, she didn’t say he didn’t have any children, and why else introduce his character so strongly in HBP after practically ignoring him for so long? I thank you and I hope you enjoy this chapter... I certainly did.



Angelnomiko: Well, it’s not confirmed that Lucius is going to be a father... yet... we’ll see, hey? As for Severus and Blaise... well wait and see for that one as well. There are other plot bunnies hopping around at the moment.



DB1: And it develops even further in this chapter.



Gaps of Misery: Hey. Severus is a very hot guy; I am sure he’s been laid more than once! Hee hee, I love the idea that Snape has a son. Believe it or not I got into the Snape/Hermione ship just to see if there were any theories about them being father and daughter, but they were all romantic ones; then Jo say’s he doesn’t have a daughter... Oh, I was hoping you’d have the answers. This chapter was actually quite well behaved... it did what it was supposed to do. LOL! I know all about how stubborn characters can get; I invented my own character for a fairy story. He was as stubborn as they came; he never did as he was told!



Kirabates: Is this soon enough; and I am pleased you love it, I hope that you are as enthusiastic about this chapter.



Coraline Black: It’s a rather interesting idea I feel. I hope Snape is a daddy that’d shut Harry up about him being a greasy git wouldn’t it!



Dee Dee: Yep, I changed to make it more appropriate to the kind of pairings I write. I actually intended to write Bellatrix Lestrange and Severus Snape stories but they never came to fruition – hence the name change to a pairing I do write a lot about. I don’t seriously know the answers to those questions yet, I’m kinda making it up as I go along. Really, how much do you bet Dee? And that is a very interesting idea about Snape helping Blaise gain the woman he loves... but not sure... I don’t how to approach Snape in this story... he will appear but not sure how.



Ron’s New Dilemma



She fled down the corridor in floods of tears: why her? Why did it always have to be her? She blindly stumbled through the corridors and stopped when she realised she was lost. She placed her back against the wall and slid down to the floor and bunched her knees to her chin and let the tears fall freely. She hardly ever cried; she promised herself that she never would cry in front of people. She knew she was alone that’s why she let the tears fall freely out of her eyes.



I wish I could be the pretty one; I wish I was the one that every boy or man wanted! But no; it’s always her!



She looked out of the window and in the corner near the lattice she spotted a spider’s web, and she cringed. She looked around her surroundings and saw an army of spiders scuttling towards her. She scrambled back to her feet and pointed her wand at the eight-legged beasts. She went through her mind to find any nasty spell she could; she took a step back and trod on someone’s foot.



“OW!”



“I’m sorry!” she said turning around. She then noticed who it was and placed her face back in her usual sneer. “Oh it’s you!”



“You look much prettier when you cry, Parkinson, you know that don’t you!”



“What do I care what you think, Weasley!”



“What were you crying about anyway?”



“Nothing!” she sniffed. “Why do you care anyway?”



Ron sighed and rolled his eyes. He kicked his foot against the wall and looked down. “If I tell you my problem will you tell me yours?”



Pansy sighed. She glanced at the spiders uncertainly and she looked back at the redhead with the floppy hair. She always liked his floppy hair even if it was coloured red. She shrank further away from the spiders; Ron sighed and rolled his eyes and waved his wand at them and they disappeared. She turned around with a grateful smile on her face.



“So you can’t stand spiders either?” Ron asked.



“Hated them since I was a little girl. I went to cuddle my favourite doll only to find out I was hugging a tarantula,” Pansy said.



Ron laughed. “So, want to know what my problem is?”



“Yes,” Pansy laughed.



“I’ve just found out that Lavender Brown deliberately got pregnant so that I wouldn’t ever go out with Hermione again. I wasn’t going to anyway as we’re far better off being friends; but I know that I don’t want to marry Lavender!”



“Lavender Brown?” Pansy asked. “Wasn’t she sleeping with Zacharias Smith from Hufflepuff?”



“Was she?” Ron asked.



“Yes, she was. I remember just before the end of last year she was sleeping with that Smith kid from Hufflepuff.” She then added as an afterthought, “ I love gossip.”



Ron’s eyes widened. “I am going to have to ask about this.”



“I’d check it out if I were you,” Pansy said.



“I will,” Ron replied. “Now, what’s your problem?”



“Why don’t men like me?” she asked. “I mean I thought that Draco did; but he goes and tells me that he only went out with me to keep his parents happy; that he was actually in love with Granger, he used me. I decided to ask Blaise Zabini but he preferred Granger to me. Then I thought that Draco’s father might be a good match: especially as he thinks about purity. I followed him as he went to see Granger and I found out that HE likes her as well. I mean Lucius Malfoy is in LOVE with Granger! What has she got that I haven’t?”



Ron was shocked but not really surprised. He supposed that was the reason that he chose her to be his partner and treated Blaise Zabini with the cold shoulder. He looked down at the girl and shrugged his shoulders.



“She’s pretty; nice; approachable, and she’s a good kisser!”



“How do you know I’m not a good kisser?” Pansy asked stamping her foot.



“Mainly because I haven’t kissed you!” Ron exclaimed.



Pansy giggled and tiptoed up and grabbed him by the front of his jumper and dragged him down so that she could place her lips on his. She licked his lips with the tip of her tongue; he brought the tip of his tongue out of his mouth to lick her lips. She opened her mouth and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She snaked her arms around his neck as she bumped him against the wall.



She dipped her tongue inside his mouth and rolled it around. Her hands went through his long, red locks as she massaged her lips on his pressing her body against his. He opened his eyes breaking the kiss.



“Wow,” he breathed. “Perhaps Hermione isn’t that good a kisser after all.”



Pansy giggled. “Okay you put me in the mood for another deal: If I manage to find out that Lavender Brown isn’t carrying your baby and give you proof from the bitches mouth then you’ll sleep with me?”



“For that I’ll go out with you!” Ron exclaimed.



Pansy pressed her body against his again. She rubbed herself on his manhood and tugged his chin down and licked up his chin to his nose.



“All right,” she said huskily. “I’ll go out with you for a weekend.”



“A month?”



“Three weeks!”



“A fortnight,” Ron bargained.



Pansy sighed and tipped her head to one side. “Agreed.”



Ron smiled and they shook hands with each other. She turned on her heel and walked away. Ron shook his head and smiled to himself; if she could rid him of Lavender he might end up falling in love with her.



Then he thought about Hermione. She did seem to attract an unseemly amount of Slytherin male attention. She even encouraged it, it seemed. He knew he should have been stricter with her when she started dating Viktor Krum. He understood Draco and Blaise; they were his age after all, and therefore he felt he could take them on, but LUCIUS MALFOY? What was his normally safe friend up to? He decided he’d try a bit of eavesdropping himself.



He walked up to the Head Girls room and pressed his ear against the door.



This is what he heard:



“Lucius, why can’t you understand? You can’t marry me if I’m pregnant with your baby it would raise too many questions; and my parents might be muggles but their job ensures they are adept with gadgets of torture and they will hurt you.”



“And don’t you understand that it’s the law in our society. Have you talked about our world to your parents at all?”



“Huh? The simplest thing of our world makes their minds boggle with uncertainty. Do you think I talk to my parents about anything from our world? Their very first and only visit to our world they saw two grown men brawling in public in front of children. My father was going to write to Dumbledore asking permission for me to be withdrawn from the school. He didn’t want his little girl growing up in a savage society. And when I told them about Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort my mother had a fit and insisted she sleep in my room for WEEKS.”



“I bet that was annoying!” Lucius said coolly.



“They won’t understand any of this, Lucius, sometimes I don’t understand but I make a go of it because I know that this is more my World than the muggle one is.”



Ron heard some rustling and movement.



“Hermione, you were the best sex I ever had; and I am sure that you’ll be the best wife I ever have to.”



“You’d be better off with Pansy. Let this be your bastard; lets just say that you exercised your Droit de Signeur.”



“No Malfoy has fathered a Bastard in Centuries. As for the Droit de Signeur – that has been outmoded in the Wizard world since 1800. Hermione, you might as well get used to another idea whilst I am here; and that idea is that I am going to be your husband, whether you like it or not!”



“Well I don’t like it, Lucius. Even if you weren’t a Death Eater I’d still be wary of you because of your age. I don’t mind being your lover but wife?”



“Fine,” Lucius said. Ron heard some tapping sound. “You don’t want to marry me yet. But you will. Have you forgotten what we did in the glade? Did you forget the look that I gave you when you were naked in my arms?”



Ron was shaking with mindless fury. He knew he should just walk away but he stayed because he was fascinated by how she’d respond.



“How do I know you’re genuine, Lucius?”



Ron heard a long drawn out sigh. “I’m prepared to give up everything for you!”



Ron walked away at that point. He couldn’t bear to hear anymore; it sounded like sappy slush to him.



~*~*~



Lucius rubbed his hands down his face and sat down on the window seat. She looked up and he turned his face to look out of the window. She closed her eyes and fell back on the mattress. She groaned with frustration.



“Lucius, you’ve got to try to understand what it’s like being me.”



He turned his head and saw her lying on her back; but held back any moves he might have made towards that direction for the time being.



“Make me!” he snarled.



Hermione sat up and looked into his eyes; he was genuine; he wanted her to explain what it was like to be her. “All right,” she sighed. She got up off the bed and walked up to him. “Have you ever felt like you were being pulled by the arms by two people that have conflicting best interests for you?”



“Yes,” Lucius said. “I have had that feeling.”



“Well I have it every time I receive a letter from my mother, and then I receive one from Molly. My mother tells me things like this: ‘I am so proud of you, sweety, but when are you going to drop this nonsense and come back here where you belong!’ and then Molly writes things in her letters telling me that: ‘You may not be my daughter but please if you have any problems or difficulties never hesitate to owl me!’ It’s horrible. Who do I talk to? Molly who is a Witch therefore understands problems in the Magical community or my mother who was the one that carried me for nine months and spent two bloody days trying to get me out of her womb!”



Lucius listened his eyes still and unblinking; all he could think about was how wonderful she was when she was angry with her hair all wild and her eyes flashing fire. Why was she making this more complicated than it already was? All she had to do was make love to him to know that everything was going to be all right.



“You listen to me,” he replied. “I want to help you and be there for you. If you’re pregnant you marry me. If you’re not then we still make love in the hopes that you will one day bear my child.”



“Lucius, you’re not understanding the problem clearly.”



“No, this is you trying to make things more complicated than they really are: What’s that expression – ah yes – you’re making a mountain out of a molehill.” He placed his feet on the floor and stood up to walk up to her. He placed his hands on her arms and shook her slightly. “What do I have to do to get through to you that you are my new fight? I don’t want to be on Potters side; I don’t want to be on You Know Who’s side; I want to be on Hermione Grangers side. Whatever she tells me I will do.”



He dropped his hands and the anger was bubbling up inside of him as he stormed up to the fireplace and picked up a small object and threw it at the wall; Hermione choked back a cry, as it was her favourite figurine. It was the last thing her grandmother brought her before she died. She pushed past him and fell down on the floor picking up the broken pieces. She started to cry. It was unfixable even by magic.



“Go, Lucius! Just go!”



Lucius strode up to her and picked her up by her elbow and swung her around.



“Do you understand the pain now? Do you see the frustration?”



Hermione slapped him clean across the face. “THAT was the last thing my grandmother ever brought me before she died; you callous bastard!”



“Better that than a cold hearted frigid bitch like you! Gods, Hermione, I thought that you were so different to Narcissa; warm and caring, but it appears you’re not like that at all!”



He was about to walk out of the room but stopped and sighed. He turned around and saw how small and defenceless she was standing there in her cream satin thigh length slip. She looked cold and pale. He walked up to the shattered figurine and picked up a piece; it was the face of the woman. He looked closely at the face and then turned to Hermione; they were almost alike.



“It’s why she brought it,” she whispered. “She brought it because she said that was me.” He sighed. He brought his wand out. “Even I know that it’s impossible to fix that.”



“Nothing’s impossible, Hermione,” he said. He waved his wand and tapped the head. The pieces all flew up in the air; even the shards found their way back, and fixed themselves in the right places. In a little over a minute the statuette of A Fine Lady as it was called was fixed. He got up and turned around. “There, see, good as new.”



Hermione took her out of his hands and placed it back on the mantelpiece where she was before. He walked up and stroked her hair aside and placed his lips on her neck. He left a trail of feathery kisses along her shoulder and down her arm. She tried to shrug him away but he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her close to his body.



“Lucius,” she hissed.



“Mmm,” he murmured slipping the straps of her slip down her arms to expose more of her golden flesh, he pressed his lips in between her shoulder blades.



“Oh,” she sighed as she quivered with his touch. He walked around her body and tilted her chin up, which made her look into his eyes.



“Please,” he whispered. “Don’t run away from me. I want you and I’ve been yearning after you for weeks. Look, I’m sorry if you feel that I am pressurising you but I know you and I are right for each other; despite our differences. In fact you could say that it’s our differences that makes us perfect for each other. The truth is, my dear, I hope that you are pregnant. I want to be a father again.”



“That’s just it; it’s your second time but it’ll be my first time.”



“Even a seasoned mother like Matriarch Weasley had a first time,” Lucius said. “And it’s been a long time since I was a father. If I ever have been one in the first place.” He looked at her and sighed. “So, are we going to make love or not?”



Hermione lowered her eyes and took two steps forward. “Did – did you mean it when you called me a frigid bitch?”



“Of course I don’t. You were just annoying me. I truly think that you’re the most wonderful woman in the world.”



She pressed her hands on his chest and rubbed up his abs and snaked her arms around his neck. She tiptoed up and brushed her lips against his. She breathed on his neck and he shivered with joy as the light soft breeze fell on his skin. She wrapped her hands in his hair. She turned her head around and whispered in his ear:



“Take me to another dimension, Lucius. Make me yours!”



That was what he wanted to hear and he swept her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed; her long hair trailed on the floor. He stepped up to the bed and laid her down on the mattress. Her hair was spreading out; she looked like an angel. He placed her arms over her head and kissed her mouth before stepping back and undressed himself. Once he was naked he rubbed his hands up her legs and she parted them.



“Beautiful, sweet, Hermione,” he purred placing his lips on her breasts. She smiled a little as she remembered how it felt the first time. He massaged her other breast with his hand as he kissed and sucked her first breast.

She arched forward encouraging him to take as much of her breast as he could inside his hot, sensual mouth. She wrapped her hands around his head and trapped his body to hers with her legs.



“Lucius,” she hissed. He sat up and picked her up with his arms and stroked his hands underneath her slip to feel her skin. She lifted her arms up and he pulled the slip off her body to see her in the way that nature intended.



He kissed her chin and her throat as she pushed down onto his lap. She felt his penis jump at her contact.



“It does that when you look at me, you know!” he murmured in her ear. “I have to tell myself off constantly.”



“Even when we are in class?” She looked at him and smiled.



“Especially in class.”



She frowned. He chuckled bringing her closer to him. He loved the contact of flesh against flesh. She bent down and kissed his neck continuing to thrust against his groin. He laid her back down supporting her spine with his hand keeping an intent gaze into her beautiful brown eyes. They were shining with anticipation and warmth.



“How have you done this to me?” she asked.



Lucius didn’t answer. She was the one that started it by being so damn sexy. He brushed aside her hair and moved on top of her; once his body was covering hers she thrust upwards wanting him to make her feel complete.



“Down my little kitten,” he whispered kissing her chin. “I want to worship you.”



“Can’t you do that afterwards?” she asked.



“Oh you’re an eager beaver now, aren’t you?” he sneered as he licked her bellybutton. She shivered and moaned. Lucius felt her legs judder beside him. He was ecstatic with the affect he could have on her. He kissed the inside of her thighs. She sighed and rolled her head around. He smirked against her flesh before kissing more of it. He scented her sex and inhaled it. He was about to take in her femininity but she tilted his chin up with her middle finger.



“I want you inside of me, NOW!” she growled. He shook his head and went back to her thighs. She dug her nails into his scalp; it sent shockwaves through his body, causing his flesh to tingle. He looked up. “I mean it!”



“Certainly my dear,” he murmured prowling up her body. She pressed her warm vagina against his hard shaft. “I am here to oblige after all.”



He rubbed his hand against her nether regions lubricating it to give him an easier ride. He stroked her face before thrusting gently into her. She gasped as she felt him slide into her. She dug her nails into his biceps before slipping them down. He thrust into her again. She moaned clutching at the sheets of the bed. He grabbed hold of her hips and pushed her onto him. She felt his manhood spring to attention inside her.



“Wow,” she breathed. He groaned with pleasure. She clamped her legs around his waist fiercely. He continued thrusting inside her harder and faster; she screamed, moaned and begged the harder he rode her.



“This is – oh – there Lucius,” she said. He plunged his virile masculinity deeper into her soul. He found her love button several times giving her several small orgasms.



He slipped slowly out of her; she was puffing and panting; her knuckles had gone really white as she hung on with the effort to stay on the bed. Strands of her hair were plastered all over her face and neck with sweat and she was breathless. Her eyes were shining with joy. He smirked a little as he was toying with a nipple, rolling it between middle finger and thumb. She was beginning to go limp. He sighed. He loved lulling women with a false sense of security. He waited a few seconds longer before sheathing his sword inside her so hard, fast and immediate that she screamed from both shock and pleasure. The orgasm almost blinded her.



“Oh, wow, Lucius! That was – was -!”



“Shh,” he whispered. “It was for me too!”



She leaned up and kissed him as he slipped out of her before standing up and picking up his clothes.



“Don’t go,” she said. “You can stay with me, if you like!”

She got up and took hold of his hand. She opened the covers and clambered inside her bed; he tilted his head to one side as he saw her pert little butt stick up in the air. She was right; he didn’t have to go. He dropped his clothes back on the floor and climbed into bed with her.



“Now what are we going to do?” he asked.



She giggled as she climbed on top of him and wrapped her arms around his neck.



“I believe it’s your turn now?”



He smirked as he squeezed her butt flesh with his warm hot hands.



“A little rest, please?” he asked.



She laughed; he loved her laugh vibrating through his body. “Sorry!” she said.



She shifted position to get back on to the mattress but his erection started to come back at full throttle. He wrapped an arm around her waist to stop her.



“On the other hand, perhaps a quickie won’t be too bad!”



She smirked as she positioned her hole over his key. She fit him inside her sighing as she did so. He groaned. His hot flesh engorged inside her, and she felt her muscle stretch and tighten in order to fit him around her.



How she could be so aroused again after having what even she knew must have been the best orgasm ANY woman could EVER have was unclear to her but she was horny as anything. She clawed into his flesh as she pushed onto him causing him to groan. He pushed her harder onto him.



“Smack me!” he exclaimed.



“Hmm, well you are being rather naughty aren’t you?” she said. “I believe in discipline!”



She rubbed his sides and raised her hand and thwacked it down hard on his leg causing him to scream. She did it again and again until he told her to stop. She squeezed his penis so hard that she was practically pumping him for all she could get.



He spilled his seed inside of her for the second time that night finishing one of the best quickies he ever had. He knew he was right to pursue her.



She was exhausted now. She stayed sitting on his lap to recover her breath. He held her close to him and when he felt that she had gone limp and heard her slow steady breathing he rolled her over and saw that she was asleep. He smiled as he tucked her into his embrace and held her close to his body. He fell asleep to, happy, at peace and content with the world.



~*~*~



Ron was lying awake in his bed mulling over his latest dilemma. He had to question Lavender but he was scared to. He wanted SO much to believe Parkinson. He turned over and thought about the Slytheriness. She was beautiful he had to admit that; and he heard that Slytherin women had some rather dark fantasies. He always felt that someone had to dominate him; he supposed that was the reason that he thought that he and Hermione would work well together.



He turned on his back and stared up at the roof of his bed and drummed his fingers on his chest. He had no idea that anyone else hated spider’s as much as he did and for the same reason. He tried to think of Pansy Parkinson as a three-year-old girl and frowned. He had always thought of Slytherins as evil, slimy bastards (or bitches!) But it seemed that was not the case; they were just as human as he was... they were children once. He sighed. He gave up on sleep and picked up Quidditch Through the Ages and began reading.



He must have gone to sleep sometime during the night, as he had to be shaken awake by Lavender who was being very petulant for some reason.



“Wharisit?” he groaned out turning in his bed.



“We’re going to buy wedding outfits today, or had you forgotten?” she asked acidly. Ron hadn’t forgotten; he just didn’t want to do it. He turned on his back. “Fine! I’ll see you downstairs!”



He didn’t know whether he should follow or whether he should stay in bed. He didn’t know about anything anymore!



A/N – Wow, um, is it me or is it hot in here? LOL! Well, there’s more twists in the tale than on a corkscrew. Ron now fancies Pansy Parkinson; and she seems to fancy him in return... Lavender is a slut... so whose baby is this anyway? And what will people do when they find out about Hermione and Lucius? Will Pansy manage to keep her mouth shut about them? And, er... where’s my Sevvie? What’s going to happen next in If you go down to the woods today? Tune in whenever for the next exciting episode!