Lucius\' Bookshelves

Chapter 9

By the time she had started dressing for dinner, Hermione had come to a couple of conclusions regarding her work for the Ministry. First, she realized that if she quit her job with the Ministry, they would only send someone else out to the Manor. And, if they did that the book burning would continue. Finally, she acknowledged that if the Ministry knew that she had slept with Ls, ss, she would likely lose her job.

Which brought back the whole issue of Lucius. Gods. The man was breath-taking. In more ways than one! She giggled at her reflection in the mirror. Luckily, the only response from the mirror was a reproachful glance.

Still, Lucius was a problem. His touch was electrifying, and his mind was an exciting challenge. But he also had a long, and well-publicized history of hatred for muggle-born wizards and witches. Which, of course, raised the question of why he slept with her. Was he lonely? Probably. Did he think that he could influence her reports to the Ministry? Knowing Lucius’ desires to work every angle, very possibly. Would he have slept with her if anyone else has been around? Hmph. It was very possible that the answer to that was a resounding ‘no’. Which pretty much suggested that Lucius had only slept with her because he was lonely and she was his only option.

Which was not really the most uplifting thought.

“Well, Granger, what are you going to do?” she asked herself. “Do you just live for the moment, and keep after him? Or do you just end it now?” She shook her head. She knew she shouldn’t let her relationship with Lucius – such that it was – go on. There were so many problems at so many levels in continuing to sleep with him.

And yet. The man definitely had the ability to give her the most mind-blowing orgasms she had ever had – none of the quidditch players she had ever been involved with had ever brought her anywhere close to the sensations she’d had with Lucius earlier. And, she’d had some of the most stimulating conversations that she’d had in a very long time. Also, Lucius had never blatantly lied to her. At least not that she knew. He had certainly told her half-truths, but he had actually been surprisingly straight-forward with her, for the most part.

The Ministry, on the other hand, had been blatantly dishonest. And that was disturbing. Certainly more disturbing than Lucius. Which, she thought with a smile, was disturbing in and of itself. If anyone had ever told her that she’d put more faith in Lucius Malfoy than in the Ministry of Magic, she’d have had them sent to St.Mungo’s immediately. And here she was, doing just that. Of course, if anyone had ever told her that she would willingly fuck Lucius in his greenhouse, she’d probably have just smacked them. She blushed. Gods. And now. Well…. Well, actually the greenhouse was not the most comfortable place for another encounter. But surely there were a few other places that might be more comfortable…

Oh gods! She shouldn’t be thinking about his and the most comfortable places in his home to, er…

Damn it, Granger. Get a grip. Get dressed and get down to dinner. If you wait too much longer, Lucius will think you’ve chickened out on him.

She looked through the wardrobe and smiled. Tonight was definitely a night to transfigure something a little less conservative. She flicked and swished her wand a few times, surveying the results. Yes. That would work.

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Lucius paced the drawing room. Where the hell was she? Hermione was usually extremely punctual, and yet here it was, ten to eight, and she still hadn’t arrived. Gods. Let’s hope he didn’t have some flustered miss on his hands. That would be all he needed – for the woman to go all twittery on him. But she didn’t seem like the type. Not at all. Those types omen men had never done much for him, and Hermione, well, he had a feeling she could do a lot for him. Still, where was – Oh. Gods.

Gone was the high-necked, long sleeved dresses of late. In their place was a one-shouldered rich blue gown, clinging to all the right places. Hermione’s hair was swept up, Lucius noted, leaving that delicious neck of hers tantalizingly bare. Gods.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Lucius. It took me a little while longer to get dressed than I had anticipat he her voice trailed off nervously.

“Well worth the wait, my dear. Well worth it.” Lucius kissed her knuckles, and then drew her into his arms to kiss her properly.

Hermione was already aroused when she entered the room. Thoughts of Lucius while she got dressed had taken care of that. And when she walked into the room, Lucius was looking particularly stunning in his formal wear, including his crimson-lined black cape. His hair was left loose, and a wave of heat surged through her at the sight of him.

Lucius’ mouth closed in on hers, his tongue delicately tracing the line of her lower lip before sliding into her mouth to meet her. Gods. He felt himself harden in response, and he pulled her in tighter. If he didn’t stop soon, dinner was would have to be postponed indefinitely. Images of taking her right now on the couch flitted briefly through his mind.

No. Writhing around on the couch was best left to teenagers. He wanted her in his bed. At least the next time. After that, well, there were lots of other options.

They broke apart, lust burning brightly in their eyes.

“You look absolutely gorgeous,” Lucius murmured.

Hermione would have blushed, but her face was already deeply flushed. “Thank you. So do you.”

Lucius nodded his head with a smile. “A scotch?”

Hermione nodded, and took the glass a moment later. She sipped the scotch, and made the decision she’d been struggling with. She’d have to trust someone, and for all his obvious flaws, Lucius seemed like a better choice than her boss at the Ministry. She just hoped she wouldn’t regret her decision.

“I don’t think I can quit the Ministry,” she started. Lucius looked up at her. This was an interesting development, although it was a little unsettling. He wasn’t certain that he wanted her to continue working for the Ministry. Still, he was very curious to see where she was going with this, so he nodded encouragingly.

“I mean, if I quit now, they’ll just send someone else out here, and the Ministry will still burn anything that gets sent to them.” She paused. This was a big step. In fact a few months ago, she would have considered it treason for anyone to utter the statement she was about to make. “If I keep working for them, I might be able to find a way to keep them from getting ahold of, uh, some of the things you have.” Gods. The die was most definitely cast, now.

Lucius ed ted thoughtfully. Her dedication to his family library was surprisingly touching. He doubted if Draco would have the same interest in the books that Hermione did. Yet another appealing element. And she did have a point. Certainly, if the Ministry sent in someone else, Hermione would be expected to leave. And that would not be acceptable. Not at all.

He paid closer attention as Hermione continued. “There might be a way to keep everyone happy. I’m not sure about it, so I’m going to look into it. In the meantime, I think I’ll just tell the Ministry that I want to catalogue everything you have before I send them any additional works. Slightly deceitful,” she added with a smile, “but it might be the best solution, given the circumstances. In the meantime, I’ll see if I can figure out a better way to keep your objects safe.”

Lucius smiled. He liked how she thought. And he liked how she looked in the dress. She’d definitely loetteetter out of it, though….

Hermione recognized the glint in Lucius’ eyes and she blushed. Gods. She was going to be here for a while. She’d be a fool to not take what he was offering, wouldn’t she? She was human, too, after all.

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If the success of a dinner is based on how much food is consumed by the participants, dinner that evening was a complete failure. Lucius kept reaching for Hermione’s hand, running his thumb over the soft skin, and Hermione kept glancing at Lucius. Gods. He could control himself if he had to, but he didn’t see the need. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. And the idea of a slow seduction over dinner was not at all appealing. And, she wanted him. That was obvious, and he knew that he wanted her. It wasn’t like he had other guests that he had to stay around and entertain. And he really wanted to entertain Hermione privately. Yes. Dinner could wait.

Hermione kept glancing at Lucius. She didn’t reawantwant to dwell on his reasons for sleeping with her. That was just something that she’d have to think about later. She’d just enjoy the pleasures he gave her, and worry about the rest of it later.

Halfway through the soup, Lucius stopped fighting with propriety and stood up, taking Hermione’s hand with a leering grin. “Have you seen my private quarters yet?”

Hermione smiled. Lucius wasn’t being subtle at all. Not even slightly. And that was a definite change for him. “Er, no. I don’t think I have… I don’t think they were on the original tour.” She smiled teasingly.

Lucius pulled her into his arms, his mouth licking her throat. She groaned in response, and he moved his mouth to her ear. “Perhaps I can show you them now, if you’d like,” he whispered.

Hermione’s body molded to his, and she could clearly feel the hard ridge at his groin. Instinctively, she moved her hips against him. “Yes, I’d like that.”

He led her back to his rooms, trying very hard to not just take her on the carpets in the hallway. Hell, that had to be better than that damn table earlier. His own thoughts surprised him. It was years since he had felt like this. Certainly, he had always had his needs, and he had frequently enjoyed over-sating himself just because he could. But with her, he was feeling a constant hunger – immedia aft after his body shuddered in pleasure he’s craved her again. He had to have her again. ver very soon. He couldn’t remember having felt like this in, well, in ever, actually.

Lucius led her directly into his bedroom, which was fine, as Hermione wasn’t all that interested in looking at the dark wood furnishings, and the heavy green tapestries in the other rooms anyway. He unclasped his cape and tossed it on a chair. Sitting on the edge of his large bed, Lucius pulled Hermione down next to him, his mouth advancing to her. She matched his fervor, and turned her boowaroward him, burying her hand in his hair. Lucius groaned, and drew her down onto the bed, his fingers teasing her breasts through the material of her dress. Hermione’s mouth slid from Lucius’, and slowly lingered down his chin, before tracing his sturdy jawline with her tongue. Lucius’ hands began to stroke her torso lightly.

Gods. Lucius’ light touches were maddening, and the thick heat between her legs was growing. She worked her mouth down his neck, inhaling his scent, her fingers running lightly through his silken hair. Gods. She wanted to feel his hair brushing against her bare breasts.

Lucius slid his hands lower, concentrating on removing her shoes, then moving to stroking her thigh, and pushing up the hem of her dress, growling softly when Hermione’s tongue caressed his Adam’s apple. Gods. His fingers began to lightly stroke her thighs, as Hermione began to unbutton his robes.

Slowly, his hands pushed her dress higher, his thumbs gently massaging her flesh. Hermione moaned softly, the heat surging through her in waves. Merlin have mercy!. His slow maneuvers were torture. She needed him. She moved her hips, trying to urge him on, and received a throaty chuckle from Lucius in response. Having unbuttoned his formal robe, she slowly worked on the buttons on his silk shirt, her breath already heating his skin underneath the material.

Lucius smiled as Hermione squirmed in his arms. The scent of her arousal was making him even harder. Gods. His cock ached with need. In a quick move, he pulled Hermione to the center of the bed. He quickly pushed the skirt of her dress up above her hips, and held her hips in place with his body so that she couldn’t move freely. His fingertips gently ran the length of her thighs, and she moaned.

Oh gods. The man was moving excruciatingly slowly. Gods. “Please, Lucius…”

His fingers teased the damp material covering her sex, and she tried to move her hips against his fingers, but Lucius held her in place. “I can see, my dear, that I need to teach you a little patience,” he whispered. Altering his position so that his hands could grasp her wrists, he lowered his lips to her silk-covered mound. He began to tease her, slowly and methodically, alternately blowing heated breaths through the cloth, and licking the fabric. Hermione moaned deep in her throat as she struggled to move her hips.

“Patience, my dear. Patience.” He raised his head only briefly before lowering it again, his hair teasing the inner lengths of her thighs.

Her moans slowly turned into gasps as he continued his painfully slow task. Finally, he released her wrists briefly, and hooked his thumbs into either side of her panties pulling them off her. Lucius leaned on his elbows, looking up at Hermione. Her face was flushed, and her hands had drifted to her breasts where she was fingering her nipples through the material of her dress.

“Maybe, though, we should remove your dress… So it doesn’t get in the way,” Lucius smirked. He’d like to be able to look up and see her hands playing on her own naked skin.

Hermione nodded, and sat up, her eyes clouded with lust, as she unzipped the dress and pulled it off. Lucius glanced at her appraisingly. Gods. This was torture for him. He wanted to just thrust into her – and she’d probably be happy for him to do so. But he wanted to give her unrivaled pleasures. He wanted to make sure that he was the only person who existed in her late-night fantasies.

Lucius spread her legs with his hands and lowered his mouth to her slick cleft. He heard a faint, strangled moan from Hermione as his tongue teased the hard bud of flesh that it sought. Hermione moved her hips against his mouth, her gasps turning into more and more incoherent exhortations, as her fingers pinched her own nipples, and her hands ran over her own skin.

Lucius flicked his tongue over her hard nub, sucking gently, and slid two fingers into body.

Oh. Gods. Hermione moaned deep in her throat at the added sensation of Lucius’ fingers. Gods. His mouth and his hands worked in tandem, thrusting into her, flicking and teasing her hard flesh. Hermione’s entire body caught fire with his motions, the white heat between her legs exploding in a wave of sensation. Her hands reached for his shoulders as her body shuddered in ecstasy.

When her breathing calmed slightly, Lucius inched his way up her body, kissing her stomach and her chest between her breasts before finding her mouth. Hermione wrapped her around his neck, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue and his lips. Oh g He Her body was putty in his hands. Anything he wanted of her, he could have. And that was a completely new sensation for her. he rhe reached for his clothing, trying to remove his shirt, but fumbled with the buttons. Instead, Lucius sat up, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and trousers and pulling off his boots. He stood up briefly to take off his pants, and then lay back down on the bed.

Hermione watched him undress, and then reached for him as he lay back down. She stroked his erection gently, feeling the moisture on the tip. She moved to lower her head to lap it up, but Lucius restrained her. “No. Another time. Let me come inside you now.” Certainly he wanted to be in her mouth, but right now he wanted to be in her body when he lost control. Her mouth would just have to wait for later.

Hermione nodded, and Lucius rolled on top of her, his hair hanging loose on either sides of his face. She spread her legs, and he slid into her wetness in a quick thrust. Hermione hooked her ankles around his calves, her mouth finding his again. She met his thrusts, her hips coming off the bed to allow him more access as she finally wrapped her legoundound his hips. His breathing was ragged as he thrust repeatedly into her, his mouth nipping the flesh of her neck.

Time became fluid, and Lucius’ universe shrunk to the connections between their bodies, his focus completely on the reactions of their combined flesh. With a strangled cry Lucius came inside her, his body trembling as his motions slowed.

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A/N: Again, thanks very much for the wonderful reviews! I really appreciate them, and since the smut was so long in coming, I thought I\'d add a little more for good measure. *grin. And yes, while there is some substance to this chapter, it rapidly detiorates into a PWP chapter. Not to worry, though. The plot will be moving forward in the next chapter. Again, thanks for all the lovely notes and reveiws!