Sins of the Father

A/N: Small, semi-consenual limes make limeade. And it's not who you think. Just thought I'd warn you. Real A/N at bottom.


Lucius Malfoy couldn’t sleep. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his legs casually draped over the side, his sheet lying across his naked lap. The pretty little thing he’d been given to fuck and play with was fast asleep on her back, her chest exposed to the night air. Lucius looked over his shoulder and feasted on her body.

Her bright red curls were splayed across his pillow, and he knew that her hair was actually much softer then it appeared. She had delicate, feminine features, a cute upturned nose, flushed cheeks, and full, rosebud red lips. Dark freckles sprinkled her face, danced down her cleavage, and decorated her breasts. Her nipples were hard due to the cold air, their red tips tempting. He knew her tits were firm, full, and fit perfectly in his palms. His gaze lowered down to the spot he’d been pounding into earlier, smirking at the knowledge that her ginger curls matched the hair on her head and were shaped into a delicate triangle, leaving the rest of her bare. Long legs stretched down from her body, and he felt himself hardening at the memory of how they had felt, wrapped around his hips.

He turned back around. Sighing, he cradled his head in his hands, elbows resting on his thighs.

He had had a rough night and so, the girl. He’d crudely invited Narcissa to join them after the meeting, but she had only wrinkled her nose in disgust and had tried to walk away as dignified as she could. The girl had been a present from the Dark Lord for the way Lucius had handled Draco, teaching him his lesson. He had been forced to beat and Crucio him while his wife and the mother of his only child had been forced to watch.

When would Draco learn to just accomplish his damn missions?

After Draco had been dragged away, the girl had been brought out naked and had presented herself to Lucius by kneeling in front of him and rubbing her face and hands along his crotch.

He sighed, straigtening his back and popping his neck as he flung his wayward hair out of his face.

“Does something trouble you, my Lord?” The young woman asked in a husky, sleep filled voice.

“Nothing that concerns you whore,” he lay down and reached across to her. “Now, it’s time for you to do your job, don’t’ you think?” He moved to roll her over and she complied, moving to straddle him when he abruptly stopped her by pushing on her shoulders. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock, would you?” She shimmied down his body so she was eye-level with him. She opened her mouth to lick his tip, but he had other plans. Roughly shoving her mouth down the length of himself, he filled her entire mouth and hit the back of her throat, even though he was still soft.

He was beginning to harden but found that he needed that extra push. So he imagined that that Mudblood he had had the pleasure of taking, over and over again for a year, was sucking him off and being forced to do so. He was fully hard now with this image in his head, paying no heed that he was choking the girl who was actually pleasuring him. He furiously fucked her mouth, pretending it was the mouth of his once personal Mudblood slag, missing the way Draco’s former classmate would cry and scream, begging and pleading to him.

With a groan, he came, pulling out of the girl’s mouth, so that he gushed all over her. Thick ropes spurted out of his cock, painting her white, as she closed her eyes and accepted the load. He groaned as his orgasm stopped, opening his eyes to look at the mess he had made of her pretty face.

“Consider it a privilege that I even wasted my time with you like that. Go clean yourself.”

“Yes, my Lord,” the young woman stood, hastening to the bathroom to comply with his wishes.

*

Draco lay awake in his bed. He had been stuck at the Burrow for two days now, as his father had specifically told him not to come back to the Mansion until he was summoned. Lucius believed that his son owned a penthouse in Hogsmeade’s ritzier neighborhood, and so he just told his son to disappear to ‘where ever it is you go to.’ So his father assumed he was there and not at Weasel Central.

His father would skin him alive if he knew his son was sleeping on a bed that a blood traitor had slept in.

Draco stared at the ceiling, feeling the restless hours trickling by. Everything had been going so well with Hermione until Potter had mucked it all up. Leave it to the Boy Wonder to screw everyone over. He had felt like he was finally getting to her, like he was finally getting somewhere and then she had stomped away from him because of stupid Potter, ignoring him for the last two days. He had felt a connection there and that she was starting to get over her pain and accept him.

Accept him.

He sighed. That’s what he wanted; to be accepted and loved by her. He had always longed to be felt for in that way, to be loved by someone who was worthwhile and interesting, and now the only person he wanted that from was the least likely candidate to give it.

A soft knock was heard and he groaned, thinking it was Potter.

“Draco?” Hermione’s voice carried through the door and across his room to him, his eyes widening. He sat up in bed and lit his wand, looking around for his shirt when his door cracked open. “May I come in?” Draco froze as she stepped into his room, her wand lit as well. She shut the door and then turned to face him, the combined light of the wands reflecting off their faces.

Her hair was curling around her face and back, her tight tank top and shorts clinging inappropriately to her body. Her eyes were wide; sweat rolling down her skin and making her flesh glisten in the soft light.

Draco swallowed. “Did you . . . need something?”

Hermione clasped her hands together, obviously nervous and sighed, walking slowly to his bed.

“I can’t sleep.”

Silence filled the room as they looked at each other. Draco didn’t quite understand why she would come to tell him that and why she had that look on her face as she just stood there, it was almost like she was expecting him to –

Oh.

Oh.

“You . . . can’t sleep?” He licked his suddenly dry lips as she nodded her head, sitting on his bed. His eyes took in the vision she presented as she perched on his bed, his brain almost stopping when she shifted, trying to get comfortable.

“May I spend the night?”

“Here?” Draco almost squeaked.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but she had a kind smile on her face. She nodded. “Here.”

“Why?” She seemed to falter and began picking at his comforter. “Hermione?” She looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I trust you. You make me feel safe.” She bit down on her bottom lip, as if to stop herself from saying more.

Draco blinked at her and didn’t say anything. She worried at her lip more and then sighed; muttering that she was sorry for disturbing him and that she would just go now. She started to climb off his bed when his hand shot out, grabbing her thigh. She whipped her face around to look at him, only to find him eye to eye with her, their lips almost touching. She knew she should move, but couldn’t. His hand went from a bruising grip to a soft, soothing gesture.

“Draco.”

“Stay here tonight. With me,” he said, an intensity shining through in his words that shocked her so much all she could do was nod. His face changed as a smirk ghosted across his lips before he grabbed her arms and pulled her down on the bed. She squeaked but let herself be pulled down against his hard chest. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was topless, she was wearing next to nothing, and that he was very attractive. She closed her eyes and rolled off him and onto her stomach, opening her eyes to find him staring intently into her own.

They lay there for a long time in silence, their wands having been forgotten and extinguished long ago. Draco’s gray eyes seemed to glitter in the dark room as her own smiled kindly into his. Neither spoke in the darkness, a feeling of serenity falling over them.

Draco smiled as Hermione’s eyes slowly closed, her head sinking deeper into his pillow. Her mouth parted slightly in her sleep, her breath evening out in the darkness. He cautiously reached an arm out to rest around her body, and then thought better of it. He didn’t want to scare her, he realized, and found himself dreading what would happen in the daylight when she woke to find him next to her. The girl sleeping next to him was causing him to have such conflicting thoughts and feelings, ones he had never even entertained before. He never would have thought he’d fall in love with someone of her standing, a poor, dirty muggle-born who didn’t deserve to share the same magic he did.

He never thought he’d fall in love.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry this took so long. I wanted it to be especially good. I hope you enjoyed it and I hope you will review. If not, that's cool. I edited this in a hurry so sorry if it's not up to my usual. I told you I'd be bring back Malfoy Sr. Ha!