If You Go Down To The Woods Today

If You Go Down To The Woods Today...

He was standing by a pool in the Forbidden Forest. She was going to come tonight. She always came this night of the week regular as clockwork. She always bent down; revealing her tight, pert, bum, and picked up the herbs and spices useful in some healing potions. He had become free of Azkaban for a while now and was hiding out in the Forbidden Forest during the night, so as not to get caught. He hadn’t meant to start watching her but he couldn’t help it. The moonlight softened her face and the way she smiled seemed to lighten his heavy heart.

He heard her voice humming a beautiful tune. She could sing as soulfully as a Phoenix. He leant against a tree to get a clearer view; tonight he’d pounce on her. He had not been sexually fulfilled for a long time. He would introduce himself at first. It would not do to scare her. He wouldn’t make love to her tonight either. He’d wait until next week. He wanted her to get used to the idea. He did not want his first sexual experience for several years to be rape. He wanted her consenting... well, perhaps not one hundred percent consenting, there was never any fun in that. Perhaps 85% percent consenting, somehow a young struggling Witch turned him on.

She had rounded the corner. She was about to stoop down and put the herbs in her bag when there was the sound of horse’s hooves. She stood up and pointed her wand in self-defence. She stiffened waiting for attack. A centaur trotted into view. It was Ronan.

“This forest is ours,” he said.

“I need ingredients, Ronan, you might not care about the outside world that much but I do.”

“All right, but be quick,” the centaur snapped.

She bent down and the centaur trotted off. He watched the exchange with mild fascination. He waited a little while. She stooped down and picked up the plants and roots and put all of the various ingredients in separate pouches. He marvelled at her organisation. He continued watching her.

He noticed her shivering, and she blew on her hands and rubbed them together. He smirked. There was a very good way to warm this little thing up. He raised an eyebrow at her curves and smiled. She turned around and he saw the shape of her breasts highlighted by the silver moons rays. He couldn’t wait to touch them. He decided that he should step away from the trees and introduce himself. It was time to make himself known to her.

“Hello,” he said smoothly. She turned around and whipped her wand out with a ferocious glint in her eyes.

“Who’s there?” she asked.

“I won’t step out until you place that wand back in your pocket.”

She put the wand back where he suggested. “All right, show yourself!”

“I will,” he murmured. He stepped out from behind the tree. Her immediate reaction was to go for her wand. He saw her hand move to the wand; he acted with speed and grace. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it around her back. “I am not going to harm you. I have been watching you for weeks now, so you don’t need that wand my dear.”

“I am not your dear,” she hissed.

“Miss Granger,” he purred. “My how you’ve grown.”

His free hand roamed up her stomach and landed on her breast.

“This is definitely not for you, bastard!”

“Be nice,” he said. “I’m prepared to be nice to you.”

“I don’t like your version of nice,” she said.

“By the way,” he murmured in her ear. “I am Lucius Malfoy.”

“I know that!” she exclaimed harshly. “Hermione Granger.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” Lucius replied. “Now if I let you go you won’t show me your claws?”

Hermione chewed her lower lip. She thought about this but relented as her arm was beginning to ache.

“Yes,” she said. “I promise not to show my claws to you.”

“Good,” he said. He released her from his grip. “You’re beautiful in the moonlight you know.”

Hermione scoffed. “That sure is different from the man we first met. You insulted my parents.”

“Well, had I known that their ugly duckling daughter would turn into a beautiful swan I might have held back my comments.”

Hermione fumed. She tied the pouches to her waist and was about to stalk off. Lucius smiled. He loved it when she was angry; he had observed her angry many times. She practically fizzed with magic when she was angry. Maybe that was the reason why he was attracted to her; the image of her having her claws out excited him.

“How long have you been here?” she asked.

“I come at nights,” he said. “This is the safest spot. I don’t want to go back to Azkaban. I go home during the day to clean up. I can’t look like a vagrant vagabond now, can I?”

Hermione almost tried not to laugh. “All right, so why haven’t you hurt me?”

“You interest me, Hermione, I may call you Hermione?”

“As long as you return the favour and let me call you Lucius?”

“Yes,” he said. “It sounds sexy when you say my name like that.”

Hermione’s eyes hardened. “Really?”

“I tell you what,” Lucius said. “Next week why don’t we do something interesting together?”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked.

Lucius smirked and walked up to her and placed a strand of hair behind her ear. He stroked down her cheek and rubbed the pad of his thumb on her lips. He parted her lips with it. He leant down and placed his lips on hers. He bit the lower lip and sucked it. He slipped his tongue inside her warm mouth. He stuck it down her throat with no ceremony whatsoever. She made a strangled noise but liked it nevertheless. She blinked when he stopped the kiss. Her insides began to burn.

“Understand now, Hermione?” Lucius asked. He left Hermione feeling unsatisfied. She licked her lips and his taste was still there. She should be disgusted that she was excited by that rough treatment of her, but she liked it, and she wanted more of it. She understood all too well!

~*~*~

Hermione couldn’t wait for the week to roll around. Who would have thought she would be having sensual dreams about Lucius Malfoy? She went to sleep every night with her head rolling around the latest Transfiguration problem, or what to write in her Potions essay. But she always lapsed into naked Lucius on top of her doing things to her that belonged in certain films and magazines.

The week rolled by, however, and she felt a certain excitement knowing exactly what was going to happen tonight. She decided not to wear knickers as she felt that there was no point to them considering what was going to happen tonight. She was about to walk down when her windows opened letting in a blast of air.

“My Lady,” a suave voice said. “Care for a ride on my broomstick?”

Hermione’s mind was playing over all the sexual innuendo in that particular sentence. She turned around and Lucius was sitting gracefully on his broomstick. She blushed as she walked up to the window. Lucius positioned the broomstick so that she could climb easily onto it. He helped her so that she wouldn’t fall off the broomstick. Once she was sitting on the broomstick he cradled her in his arms. She leant back and settled into his embrace. He flew into the moon’s light and hovered there for a while. She turned around and furrowed her brow:

“Isn’t this romantic?” he purred as he sucked her earlobe and nipped her on her neck.

“Sort of,” Hermione muttered.

He smiled, and stroked a gloved hand down her spine making her shiver.

“I love moonlit broomstick rides, don’t you?” he asked.

“This is my first one,” she replied.

“If you don’t mind my saying so, Gryffindorian men have no sense of romance.”

“I agree,” she said. “It is the only thing that makes me wish I was in Slytherin.”

“Well, my darling little Mudblood alas there is nothing I can do about that personally, but how about we breach the gap somehow?”

“Here?” Hermione gasped.

“Well, I could make you climax here and now.”

Hermione’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Do you like the idea of climaxing against the moonlight?”

“Muggles can’t do it!” Hermione exclaimed.

He grinned. He hadn’t made a girl climax against the moonlight for ages. He held her tightly against his chest. He waved a stasis spell on the broomstick. She smiled as one of his hands crawled up her stomach. She gasped as she felt the leather glove against her skin. He smiled against the skin of her neck. She reached an arm around him to stroke his hair. His scalp tingled at her light innocent touch.

She sighed as the leather-gloved hand travelled further down. It burrowed its way under the waistband of her jeans. He slid it across her rounded abdomen causing her to move up. She sucked on his neck. The gloved hand went further down. Lucius eye’s widened in surprise.

“Commando?” he questioned.

“Uh-huh,” Hermione replied; she had lost all sense of coherence at the feel of the leather against her fanny.

“Aren’t we a naughty little girl?” he purred in her ear. One thing to be said about Gryffindor girls their sense of adventure made them good in bed. They were wasted in Gryffindor. His mind wondered slightly on that point. Here they were fierce enemies, yet they were becoming lovers.

He smirked before he sucked a little on her earlobe. His hands cupped her vagina; he felt her leak onto his glove. Beautiful. He rubbed the palm of his hand on it causing her to buck her hips forward. Lucius Malfoy was an expert at this but never had he had such a responsive partner before.

Hermione felt her body begin to sweat and perspiration began to form a shine on her face. She suddenly felt the restrictions of her clothes. Lucius placed his middle finger in her hole. His thumb was on the right spot. He rubbed furiously saying nothing. She pushed herself onto his finger and she came hard and fast. She leaked onto his hand. He pulled his hand away from her causing her to moan and shudder; she had never felt so much pleasure before in her life.

“I love magic,” she breathed.

“So do I!” he exclaimed.

He lifted the stasis spell off the broomstick and steered it towards the Forbidden Forest. Hermione normally hated flying but Lucius had just changed that forever. He landed with effortless ease on the ground. Hermione gasped.

He set her down in a clearing. It was a spacious clearing right in direct moonlight. She looked around and loved the rippling pool of water. The source of the pool was a rocky fountain gushing down into it. But it wasn’t that, that caught her breath. On the other side of the pool stood a silver unicorn drinking water out of the pool with her golden foal beside her. She had never seen anything more enchanting. The moon fell onto the flanks of the unicorn highlighting its power – it was a lovely paradox of power and serenity.

Lucius stepped up to her and wrapped his arms around her. He snuggled his face into the crook of her neck breathing in her scent. She kept her gaze on the Unicorn mother and her foal.

“Don’t you think it strange that Unicorns are born gold, the colour of Gryffindor, and turn Silver as they get older, the colour of Slytherin.”

“Did you also know that silver is a good metal to use for healing?” he purred.

“Yes, I did,” Hermione said smugly. “My father was into chemistry; he was hoping I’d become a Chemistry Professor like he was.”

“Was?” Lucius asked.

“He slept with a student and got the sack,” she said. “He only taught once a week. His day job was and still is Dentistry.”

“Interesting,” Lucius purred. He decided to store that information for another time. “Who was the student he slept with?”

Hermione coloured. “My mother.”

Lucius sniggered. “Ah! Their eyes met across a crowded classroom.”

“Shut up!” Hermione said elbowing him in the ribs. He chuckled. Hermione liked the feel of the chuckle playing through her body.

“Like that, my dear?” he asked. Hermione shifted in his arms, which tightened around her waist as she moved.

“I am not your dear,” she said. “I am just going to be some diverting entertainment for you. I know that, you know that. So, stop giving me terms of endearment, please.”

He loosed his arms and twirled her around to face him and clamped his lips on hers before she could say anything. His hands roved down to her pert bum and pushed it towards his penis. She felt his erection grow as the kiss grew hotter and more passionate. Her tongue rolled around his mouth willingly and he sunk into her taste and she drowned into his arms. He broke the kiss. Hermione was disappointed that he stopped the kiss. She was turned to liquid in his arms.

He noticed she had gone limp and laid her down on the ground. He smiled as she still had her eyes closed. He leant down and pecked each one and they opened. She opened them and noticed that she was lying on her back with him looming over her.

“Hmm,” he muttered. “We’ll see.”

He unhooked his cloak and unclasped hers. He lifted her up and lifted the jumper up and over her head. She was wearing a cotton white bra. The sign of virginity, this was delicious. They peaked as the cold air touched them. Lucius leant down and suckled her nipples through the cotton of the bra.

Hermione became aroused immediately. She could not believe when she first met him that she would end being his lover – even if it was for only one night.

He snaked his hands around and went to unhook the bra but was confused. Hermione smirked.

“It clasps at the front,” she said.

“You might need to be punished for being absolutely naughty,” he sighed. He bought his hands around and unhooked the bra. Hermione gasped as she felt the leather brush against her breasts as he parted the cups of the bra.

“Could you – um – could you leave the gloves on, Lucius?” she asked.

“Anything for you, my dear.”

She tilted her head up as he brushed the leather against her abdomen. He leant down on her abdomen and started licking around her belly button. She clamped her hands on his head and held him there. Lucius unzipped her trousers and kissed her thatch. He slowly slid the jeans down her legs. They were slender. She smiled as he kissed her thighs. When he reached her feet he took the trainers off and her socks. He sucked on each of her toes before tugging the jeans clear off her legs. She spread her legs apart. He prowled up her body.

He kissed, bit and sucked various parts of her body as he crawled up it. He landed on her mouth and kissed her with such a searing passion that she felt that she would climax on the spot. She hitched her legs over his waist and stroked his back with her fingers. She found the waistband of his trousers and snaked them round to the front. She found the button and unhooked it; she then tugged at the zip and pulled them down.

“Eager aren’t we, my little kitten?” he asked.

“I need you,” she growled hungrily.

“Well, well,” he murmured. “I dread to think what McGonagall would think of her prize student now!”

She clamped her legs tightly around his waist and used all her strength to roll him so that he was on his back. She took his jacket off and then started undoing his waistcoat. By the time she got to his lacy white silk shirt she grabbed the shirt and just ripped it off.

“I am sure that you don’t mind,” she snarled. She was ferocious until she gazed upon his Greek god body. The moonlight fell onto his chest; she found to her surprise that his chest was quite hairy around the breasts. They were fine, silvery blond hairs that were like little tufts of silk on his body. She stroked his chest with her hands. She crawled down his body and stopped when she reached the waistband of his trousers. She decided to do it differently to him. She travelled down his legs and reached his feet. She unlaced his shoes and pulled them off his feet. She sniffed the leather of the shoes.

“I’m beginning to think that you like leather,” Lucius said. Merlin! She was torturing him.

“Of course I do,” she said.

She tugged at his socks, and was slightly surprised that they were made of silk. She leant up and hooked her hands over the waistband and tugged the trousers down. She threw them over her shoulders and prowled back up his body staring a little at his manhood. She gulped.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “It’ll fit.”

She kissed his belly button and licked up the centre of his body until she reached his mouth. She brushed her lips onto his and he smiled against her mouth as his hands wound around her waist and head before he rolled her back onto her cloak. He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as if asking for permission.

She nodded. He spread her legs over his waist and she closed her eyes as she used her hand to guide his penis to her entrance. She stroked it a little at first. He sucked his breath over his teeth hissing with joy. Hermione knew she had done something right. He slid it slightly into her vagina allowing her to get used to it.

She shifted underneath him causing his already raging erection to grow further. She looked into his eyes and he stroked her face.

“Will it hurt?” she asked in a small vulnerable voice. Lucius loved that voice.

“Just a little,” he said. “Don’t worry, the pain will pass and you’ll forget that you ever were hurt in the first place.”

She nodded. “Please, I can’t hold on much longer!”

Lucius nodded. He stroked her hair and thrust himself as gently as he could inside her. She screamed. She began to sob. He held her close to his chest waiting for the tears to fall. He shushed her; smoothing her hair.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured.

He slid out slightly before thrusting into her again.

“Oh Lucius!” she gasped fiercely.

She instinctively arched her hips up to meet his next thrust. Once she crashed her vagina onto his balls he groaned and hissed at the same time. He then slid it back out but thrust it in much harder than the previous times. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades. He thrust harder and harder into her. Pounding all his strength and passion into this one little Witch.

She hitched her legs further up his body trying to meet him thrust for thrust. They rolled over and she was sat on top of him. She then pushed down onto his erection impaling herself onto him causing him to moan. He rutted back and forth flexing his hips and squeezing her fleshly waist he watched her breasts bounce up and down with pleasure. He sat up and began sucking one nipple then the other continuing his invasion of her body.

Finally, she couldn’t take it. She pushed him off her breasts and he lay back on the ground; they rolled over again and the thrust he gave as he did so made her come! She screamed his name. She clenched tightly around his penis making him lose control. He thrust in stops and starts working his erection to the fullest capacity. He shouted out her name before expelling his seed into her womb.

“Oh Merlin!” he panted.

“Wow!” Hermione said. Her eyes shining as she held him to her. They let their sweat mingle and mix with each other.

Lucius rolled off her and picked up her clothes; he chucked them at her and found his. He got dressed. She did to.

“Better go pick those herbs,” he said. “Then I’ll take you back to your room?”

“How did you know where my room was anyway?” Hermione asked.

“I was a school governor. We have a map of the school; it comes in handy you know.”

She got dressed and went to collect the herbs. Lucius was already astride his broomstick. He held out his hand and helped her get comfortable. She snuggled into his embrace getting as much of his musky scent as she possibly could. He deposited her to her bedchamber.

“Goodbye,” she said.

“Same time next week, Hermione?” Lucius asked.

Hermione blushed and nodded. He zoomed off into the moonlight leaving Hermione happy and content. She had a lover...

A/N - I hoped you enjoyed that little oneshot. I loved writing it I can tell you... hmm, a moonlit broomstick ride with Lucius Malfoy at the helm... wonderful.