Second Skin

So I'm back :) I know I said I would go work on my OFC's... and I sorta am *lol* but the lovely Lucius muse came a knockin'. Oh this one should be some fun :) I got the idea from the movie being John Malkovich :) *special thanks to my beta Brook :) Hope you enjoy! - Love, Emse
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Hermione had borrowed Harry’s map to do some spying on a certain blonde Slytherin brat prince that afternoon when she caught site of something strange on the map, something she had never noticed before. Draco had been acting very suspicious lately and the trio took turns keeping a close eye on him via the marauders map. That afternoon it was Hermione’s turn to monitor the blonde’s movements on the map, when she saw Draco breeze past the library, and just as he did a very strange symbol popped up out of nowhere.

The Initials L.M’s portal were scrawled in the maps loopy writing plain as day. Hermione studied the map closely, the portal seemed so very close to the library entrance that she was certain she would have seen it before. Curiosity overcame her and she just had to give in to the many questions plaguing her about this new ‘portal’. “Mischief managed” she whispered and she quickly folded the map and tucked it into her robes before investigating further.

Soon she was in the corridor that led to the library and she tried to casually study the wall near the entrance to the library. It seemed the usual solid stone until she saw a tapestry of a living mermaid blow in the wind, revealing an empty space behind it. She stealthily pulled back the tapestry and walked into the void behind it. The darkness was so intense she couldn’t determine how far the narrow passageway was. “Lumos” she muttered and the passageway was alight, revealing rough stone walls that ended in a tiny red door at the end of the long narrow path.

She approached the door cautiously and when she was within a few paces of the door it abruptly swung open. She heard someone whispering her name in the dark void inside the entry way of the tiny red door, it was a husky mans voice, alluring and sexy, it was somehow familiar to her yet should couldn’t place it. She was mesmerized by the door, her senses ensnared by that husky voice, she followed the voice, getting on her hands and knees she crawled through the door, she made it only a short way before the door slammed shut and she was cast in complete darkness again. A strong wind was picking up inside the narrow passageway and she continued to crawl on the hard cold flagstone’s towards the voice.

She felt the flagstones turn slippery under her hands and knees and she suddenly found herself falling headfirst down a long dark tunnel. She let out a terrified shriek as she tried in vain to stop herself on her descent. Suddenly she felt herself stop, as if yanked back by a bungee cord, she felt her skin tingle and she couldn’t explain it but she somehow felt taller and stronger. When she opened her eyes she was gazing into a crackling fire. The fire place was magnificent, white marble and various intricate figures etched into the stone. “Where in the world am I?” she said aloud, but her voice was oddly muffled inside of her own mouth.

She could not control where she looked but she was able to decipher that the room she was in was exquisitely decorated and very expensive. Hermione looked down at her body only to find it wasn’t her body at all and that of a well built man. His perfectly manicured fingers brought a glass tumbler of gin to his mouth and Hermione could taste the celery and pine like essence of the gin and tonic. In fact, Hermione felt every sensation the man was feeling, the smooth upholstery of the chair she was sitting on and the warmth of the fire, she was sharing the same body as the man, twins in the same skin. The gin tingled and warmed her cheeks, she even felt a little light headed, she didn’t have time to think about who’s body she was occupying or even why before the man got up from the chair and sauntered into an adjoining room.

The room she was now entering was an all white marble bathroom and she could hear the click of the mans boots against the floor. As the tall man undressed himself Hermione became more and more entranced by his alabaster skin, craving more and more to see all of his skin. She bit her lip when the man let his starched white button up shirt slide off his shoulders, exposing a sinfully muscled torso. “Oh god he’s taking his clothes off!” she said in an anxious whisper. Hermione found the man’s body devastatingly arousing, long nimble fingers, broad shoulders and rippling lean muscled torso, dusky pink nipples and a soft feathering of the palest blonde hair that formed a literal treasure trail down past his belt buckle. Then with the metallic clank of his belt buckle and a rustle of fabric Hermione was looking down at his long thick alabaster shaft, “Merlin he’s huge!” she gasped at the sight of his organ, tantalizing enough that it made her mouth water with it’s size and beautiful shape alone.

She had the unspeakable urge to take it in her hand, but alas she was only a bystander, not a participant. The feel of his body was so foreign and electrifying to her. She felt so much more powerful, confident, predatory even. She wondered if all that confidence came from the member between his long legs, whoever he was, he was captivating and beautiful. The man snapped his fingers and Hermione felt a rush of almost scalding water hit her chest and abdomen, the temperature was far more extreme than what she chose to shower at but was quickly relaxing under the hot stream. Hermione heard the little noises erupting from his vocal chords as he swooned and relaxed under the water.

“Mmmm” he purred aloud and Hermione felt the deep timbre of his voice penetrate her to the core. His hands roamed his body as he lathered up his skin, Hermione was ensnared by the feel of his strong hands and how graceful and sexual every part of him seemed to her. She felt the long silky strands of his hair being released from the silk ribbon tying it up, it was the softest hair she had ever felt before. He let the water pour over him as he washed his long tresses, she loved the way his fingernails gently dug into his scalp as he vigorously worked at his hair. “Oooh that feels so nice” she said to herself, enjoying every second of this joint shower session. Her excitement was mounting and she was desperate to see the mans face. The man turned off the water and the steam started to clear from the bathroom. Hermione spotted the steamed up mirror before a blurry outline of the man came into focus. His long fingers wiped away the copious amounts of steam, revealing the devastatingly handsome features of one Lucius Malfoy.

She shrieked and for a split second she could have Malfoy had heard her inside of his mind. Before the shock could settle in he was toweling himself off and Hermione’s vision went black and felt the strong pull of gravity, she was freefalling into pitch blackness before her knees collided with cold stones on the astronomy tower. Her mind was reeling, What was she doing inside of Lucius Malfoy? She quickly put two and two together. The marauders map said L.M’s portal, meaning Lucius Malfoy’s portal. Why and how did Malfoy have a portal? These questions brimmed in her mind until she was faced with the cold hard facts.

She was undoubtedly aroused by the senior Malfoy, and she was anxious to go back and be a part of him again as soon as she could get the chance. She knew it was dangerous and that she should tell Dumbledore, but the sly cunning side of her told her that if she gave up this information she wouldn’t have the chance to be inside the most breathtaking man she had ever laid eyes on ever again. A horrible implication she was well aware of, and so she decided it would be her dirty little secret for just a little longer, at least till she found the true nature of his portal.