Come and Play

A/N: Just a little one shot that played around in my head for a bit, deicided to jot it down :) hope you enjoy.




Come and Play


She stood to the side, slightly in the shadows as she observed the ball. She was there simply because she had no other choice in the matter; it was required of her as an employee of the Ministry of Magic.

She had climbed the ranks quickly in the five years since she had left Hogwarts, tenaciously going after every opportunity that crossed her path, until she had landed the position as curator for the Department of Mysteries.

She found a certain amount of comfort locked within its dusty halls. The quiet and solitude were her favorite companions. Things with Ron fell apart quickly, they were still friends but the relationship was still strained at the moment. Harry had married, and he and Ginny were expecting their first baby.

Sad as it was, Hermione Granger had only her job, not that she minded much. Relationships were too much of a distraction. Real men were few and far between, and she had no desire for another “boy” in her life. Hermione wanted someone more mature, someone who could actually handle a woman like her.

She turned her head slightly at the sound of a familiar voice. There he stood, the man who had both terrified and excited her as a young woman. Lucius Malfoy, supposedly reformed deatheater, wealthy businessman, and widower. He stood over a small serving elf, staring down his aquiline nose at the tiny creature who cowered slightly.

“Come now, do you expect me to believe that whoever it is who supervises the kitchens has no idea at what temperature merlot should be served? This is absolutely un-drinkable! Go back to the kitchen and bring me another glass, at the proper serving temperature, now.” Lucius ordered. Hermione supposed she should be thankful he hadn’t kicked the poor thing, or whacked him with his cane.

“Doesn’t it get heavy?” She asked, still leaning against the black column. Lucius looked up, his eyes narrowing as he approached her.

“Ms Granger? Is that really you?” He asked, his eyes roving over her. ‘My, how she had grown.’ He thought as he perused her form. She was of average height, her head reaching his shoulders. Her hair was long, hanging in soft, slightly fluffy curls to her hips. She was built well, round hips and thighs, smooth, flat tummy, narrow waist and plump, round breasts threatening to escape the snug confines of her dress.

“Be careful how long you stare, Mr. Malfoy, one might think you like what you see.” Hermione said.

“Hmm, wouldn’t want that now would we?” He drawled, smirking slightly. “What did you mean when you asked doesn’t it get heavy? Does what get heavy?” He asked, one silver brow arching.

“Doesn’t it get heavy carrying around all that self importance?” She asked.

“I see the years have done little to dull that sharp tongue of yours.” Lucius said, stepping closer. “One of these days, someone will tame you I’m sure. Obviously the Weasley dolt couldn’t manage.” He ran the head of his walking stick along the side of her face, the serpent's open mouth clasping her chin. “How lovely you would be with that spirit of yours broken.” He whispered.

“No man will break me Lucius. I am not a woman to be trifled with, and you do not scare me one little bit.” Lucius’s eyes widened when her tongue slipped out and licked the serpent head between the fangs. “Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy.” She said as she slid her back along the column and stepped around him. She knew he stared after her, could feel the heat of his gaze as he watched her walk away.

She walked towards the kitchen and stopped the serving elf who was bringing Lucius a fresh glass of wine.

“Is that for Mr. Malfoy?” She asked.

“Yes miss, this be for Master Malfoy….I needs to hurry before the temperature change and master get angry again.” The little creature quivered.

“I’ll take it to him, you go on about you business now.” She smiled as she took the glass. When the elf disappeared back into the kitchens she withdrew her wand and dipped the end into the ruby wine and swirled. She carried the glass over to his table. She slipped up behind him, laying one hand on his shoulder and leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“Thought I would bring you your wine, you know, so I could make certain that it was perfect.” She reached around him with the other hand and held the glass to his lips. His gray eyes turned smoky as she breathed against the side of his neck. He took a hesitant sip, then watched as she sat it in front of him on the table.

“Do you enjoy playing dangerous games Ms. Granger?” He asked, keeping his eyes on the party.

“You have no idea…” She said with a soft chuckle. Lucius shook his head as the room began to swim. What was going on? “Feeling sleepy Lucius?” She asked softly as she slid her arms around him. He felt the slight tug of apparation only a moment before blackness engulfed him.

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Lucius came to slowly. He shook off the wave of dizziness that came over him and looked around the room. He was in a bedroom, but not his. He moved to push his hair out of his face and it was in that moment that he realized his wrists were bound. He was sitting in a small, padded chair, his hands restrained behind him. His shoes and socks were gone, as were his shirt and robes. He wore only his trousers and they were unfastened.

“What in the bloody hell is going on here?” He growled as he tugged at his restraints. He felt a pair of cool, soft hands sliding over his shoulders from behind him.

“I’m so glad you are awake.” Hermione stepped slowly around so he could see her. She was wearing a short, red silk nightgown with spaghetti straps, her hair was loose and curling wildly as she looked down at him, her hands massaging his strained shoulders.

“Unbind me now Ms. Granger. This is kidnapping!” He said, pulling harder on the restraints.

“Tut, tut now Lucius, I wouldn’t make any threats right now if I were you.” She climbed astride his thighs and the gown pulled up enough to let him see she wore nothing beneath it. He could see, and smell her arousal and felt his own body begin to react.

“If you wanted to fuck Ms.Granger, all you had to do was say so.” He smirked, his eyes locked on the pink, swollen flesh between her thighs. “I never minded a mudblood whore, in the dark all women look the same.”

“I promise you, I am no whore, Lucius.” She slid forward so that her sex was directly over his ever increasing arousal. She pressed her breasts into his chest, resting her elbows on his shoulders she began to smooth his hair away from his face. “In fact, there has only been one man who has had the privilege to lie between my thighs, and it has been a few years.” She tucked one silky lock of hair behind his ear. “So you see…” She let her tongue slide across his lower lip. “I’d be willing to bet that you have never felt a woman so soft…” She nipped him. “ so snug around you, “ She suckled his lips gently. “So hot and slick as you slide inside.”


She kissed him, letting her lips open over his, her tongue dancing inside to tease and taunt before she pulled back. She smiled slightly when he followed her, trying to regain the kiss. She continued to stroke her hands through his long, platinum hair.

“You know, I have a bit if a hair fetish I think.” She said casually as she threaded her fingers through it, letting her nails scratch slightly over his scalp. He closed his eyes and pressed into her touch, moaning softly. “I used to fantasize about sliding it between my thighs.” She said, tugging his hair slightly. His mouth opened and a soft gasp escaped as he pushed his hips up against her.

“My goodness, does my lovely Lucius like to have his hair pulled?” She cooed.

“Don’t call me that!” He said, groaning when she gave another sharp tug.

“What’s wrong? Surely you know how lovely you are, with all that smooth, pale skin and pretty silver hair, you are beautiful.” She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled sharply, arching his neck and tilting his head back. His eyes flashed and his breathing became ragged. “Oh yes, you do like to have it pulled don’t you…I can feel how hard you are getting Lucius, you want to fuck me now don’t you?” She asked, leaning forward to nibble the side of his neck.

“Yes.” He hissed, pressing his hips up against her. She slid back on his thighs slightly, giving her enough room to open his trousers completely and free his throbbing erection.

“Oh my, I had no idea you were so big.” She said softly, her eyes wide and she stared at the long, thick column of pale flesh. The tip was flushed and weeping slowly with pearly drops of fluid.

“Unbind me Hermione.” He said roughly. She looked up, her brows lifting as she smiled.

“So you actually know my name do you?” She rubbed the heated tip of him between her silky folds, stroking it over her clit and letting it dip slightly inside her.

“Unbind me so I can take you properly.” He said.

“No.” She lifted, holding him steady as she lowered herself onto him. It was difficult, as she was practically a virgin, and he was so large, but she was extremely aroused and so slick it made things move a bit more smoothly. She whimpered softly once he was fully seated inside her, her hands clutching the back of his head. “You will be the one who gets taken Lucius, for once.”

She captured his lips with hers, her tongue darting into his mouth, dueling with his. She began to rock her hips over him. He thrust beneath her as best he could, pushing his cock into her as she undulated slowly over him. He wanted his hands free so he could clutch her plump little ass in his hands and drive himself into her, hard and fast.

Her fingers were tangled tight in his hair, and he loved it. His hair was not only the object of his vanity, but an erogenous zone that when pulled, never failed to excite him. This little witch writhing in his lap seemed to share his hair fetish. Her little nails scratched over his scalp, biting into it slightly and sending shivers down his spine.

“Oh, this feels so good.” She moaned into his neck, her hips beginning to increase their pace over him.

“Please, I promise to make it good, just release me.” He begged, groaning at the combined sensations of her clutching cunt surrounding him, and her fingers tugging in his hair. She reached behind him and released the restraints. His hands immediately cupped her ass in his hands as he got to his feet. He kicked his trousers aside when they fell to his feet and walked her across the room to the bed. He refused to withdraw from her, and stayed sheathed to the hilt inside her.

He laid her in the center of the bed and angled her hips up. She maintained her death grip in his hair as he began to plunge inside her, over and over, pounding into her with almost painful force. The bed frame shuddered, the headboard slapping the wall hard with every thrust.

“Little bitch!” He growled as he fucked her hard.

“Shut up Lucius!” She screamed, pulling hard on his hair.

“Gods it shouldn’t be so good, fucking little mudblood!”

“Yes! Keep fucking your little mudblood Lucius….you know you love it!” She cried, her legs wrapping around him as he continued to slam into her.

“Fuck!” He began to thrust harder, faster inside her.

“Lucius!” She cried his name as her slick heat tightened around him, convulsing and squeezing so hard it was almost painful. He slammed into her hard once more before following her over and filling her with his seed.

“Fuck..it gets better everytime.” He said against her shoulder. He kissed the side of her neck and leaned up on his elbows to look at her. “You surprised me tonight my darling, I wasn’t expecting to play.”

“Happy Anniversary.” She said with a soft smile as she pushed his hair back from his sweaty face. “Do you think anyone noticed that we left our own party?”

“Doubtful love, that’s the problem with having parties thrown for you by the ministry, no one really gives a damn about the guest of honor, they all simply want to kiss ass.” He said as he rolled off of her to sprawl onto the bed beside her. “Where are we?” he asked, frowning as he looked around.

“A small cottage near Godric’s Hollow, I rented it for the night.” She said as she snuggled up against his side.

“That sleep spell was rather ingenious my love.” He said, smiling as he thought about being kidnapped by his little bride.

“Snape taught it to me.” She said with a giggle.

“I’ll never understand how you managed to twist him around your little finger.” Lucius said with a smile.

“Not so hard, he admires my mind.” She said.

“And when he thinks no one is looking he admires your ass.” Lucius said, swatting her bottom playfully.

“Maybe we’ll invite him to play sometime, I know you’ve done it before.”

“Saucy little witch.” He pinched her bottom. “Where is Lucas tonight?” He inquired after their two year old son.

“Draco is staying with him, he bought Lucas his first broom and was teaching him to play Quidditch when I left.” She said with a yawn.

“He’s spoiling the boy, Draco lets him do as he pleases, last time he bought him that little cauldron and chemistry set and they made bubble potion, the house was bursting with the damned bubbles.” Lucius shook his head.

“Leave them be, Draco loves his little brother, let him spoil him.” Hermione yawned and reached for the blanket to cover them. “I love you.”

“And I you.” He kissed his young wife on the end of her nose and settled in for a good nights sleep, a smile stretching from ear to ear.