Draco's Dad

DRACO’S DAD


Hermione made her way down the dark corridor. She needed to get away from the others, away from the obnoxiously loud music. She tried several doors only to find them locked. Finally at the end of the hall, a door opened and she sighed with relief as she stepped into the darkened room and the welcome silence. She closed the door and leaned against it, her eyes closed as she savored a world with no sound other than her own breathing.


She had allowed the boys to talk her into coming to Draco’s graduation party. It was touted to be the biggest ever, and she didn’t doubt it, the Malfoy’s were the wealthiest wizarding family in their world, they never did anything halfway. They had all graduated from Merlin University earlier that day, amazingly they had been able to put their pasts behind them and look forward to the future. Even Draco’s father had seemed pleased when she had seen him at the ceremony. Lucius Malfoy didn’t get out often since becoming a widower three years earlier, but he had attended his sons commencement and beamed with pride when Draco earned his degree.


She hadn’t seen him at the party, no doubt he had opted to stay in town. She would have, she hated crowds and she couldn’t handle the loud music and wild behavior for very long. She opened her eyes and let her vision adjust to the darkness. She was in a study of some sort, probably Mr. Malfoy’s. It smelled like cherry-vanilla cigars and old books, a scent she rather enjoyed as she began to walk around in the darkened room, running her hands along the leather bound tomes lined up on the book cases that covered the walls.


“Lost, Ms. Granger?” Hermione jumped when she heard a familiar voice coming from the shadows. She turned and glanced towards a small sitting area. She could make out a body stretched out on the long sofa and approached slowly.


“Mr. Malfoy?” She queried as she came closer.


“Correct, are you lost? The loo is down the hall, should be unlocked.” He said, one arm folded negligently beneath his head. She could see a crystal whisky decanter and glass sitting on the coffee table in front of the sofa and an ashtray with the butt of a cigar crushed into it.


“No, I’m not lost, I was looking for sanctuary.” She laughed softly as she seated herself in one of the arm chairs and kicked off her heels, rubbing her aching feet.


“Not enjoying the party?” He asked, looking amazed and slightly intrigued.


“Oh, it’s quite the event, you spared no expense obviously but this isn’t my cup of tea. I’m more of a fine wine and soft music kind of girl.” She said, smiling when she noticed that he was barefoot. It shouldn’t have been odd to her, most people wandered barefoot about their own home, but it seemed strange and out of place on Lucius Malfoy. He was always so proper and formally attired.


“Then we have something in common, only I prefer a fine whiskey.” Lucius gestured towards the decanter on the table. “Would you care for a glass? Or I could request a bottle of wine from the cellar if you prefer. I will assume that Draco and his friends are gorging on nothing finer than beer.” He said with a slight curl to his lip.


“Of course. I wouldn’t turn down a nice merlot if you have it.” She said. Lucius sat up and lifted one silver brow incredulously.

“If I have it? Ms. Granger, my wine cellar holds over fifty thousand bottles of wine, several of which are older than you and I combined.” Lucius called for a house-elf who quickly went to retrieve the requested bottle and glass, returning in the blink of an eye. Lucius used his wand to pop the cork and filled a fat goblet with the dark ruby liquid.

“Thank you, and please call me Hermione. I have after all interrupted your solitude.” She said, taking the glass.

“Not at all, please, call me Lucius. I figured It was safer to while away the hours here than upstairs in my room. My servants tell me the bedrooms are filling quickly with amorous twenty somethings.” He said, rolling his eyes as he poured himself another tumbler of whiskey and reclining back onto the sofa.


“I hate to break it to you Lucius, but it isn’t just your bedrooms. Several parlors and bathrooms have been christened this evening, and there are several individuals skinny dipping in your pool and hot tub.” She said, raising her glass as though toasting her compatriot’s debauchery.


“Wonderful, I’ll have both drained and cleaned tomorrow. It had been my belief that this was a party to celebrate graduation, not an orgy.” Lucius was sipping his whiskey and watching her over the rim of his glass.

She was actually kind of pretty, he thought. She was petite, curvy and seemed to always have a smile on her full lips. Her eyes were the color of his whiskey and seemed to hold a wisdom way beyond her years. She was wearing a pale blue sundress that hugged her rounded curves like a second skin. The thin, barely there straps kept falling from her shoulders, and her full, plump breasts were pressing up and out of the bodice, threatening to spill out entirely if she moved wrong. Mentally he willed her to shift, just so he could see the color of her nipples.

He laughed quietly when he felt his cock stir beneath his trousers. Goodness, it had been awhile since he had desired a woman, and now how inconvenient that his cock stood up to take notice of a young woman half his age. He glanced down at her feet. She had kicked off the painful looking high-heeled sandals and was now curling her toes into the plush carpet beneath her feet.

“Tell me Hermione, won’t your date notice that you have gone missing?” He asked, fishing subtly for information.


“Ha! No date tonight, or any other night for that matter.” She said, laughing. “Boys…or young men I should say, do not ask me out on dates. No, they ask me to do their homework, not them.” She clapped her hand over her mouth when the words spilled forth accidentally. Lucius was laughing.

“I think you may want to slow down on the wine, especially if my suspicions are correct and you haven’t eaten. I think you may be slightly tipsy.” He leaned forward and took her glass, setting it on the table.


“Nah, not drunk, just well…lubricated.” She said, closing her eyes and rolling her neck on her shoulders.


“Lubricated? Now isn’t that an interesting word to use.” He drawled as he glanced over at her, his eyes lit with lust.


“Mr. Malfoy? Are you trying to seduce me?” She asked, smirking slightly.


“Are you seducible?” He asked, sipping his whiskey and watching her. She looked him over for a moment. No one could ever say that Lucius Malfoy was anything other than hot. She let her eyes drift over the long platinum locks falling over his shoulders, the hot silver eyes watching her, the softly smiling lips, his broad chest and shoulders hidden beneath a half buttoned silk shirt, the finely tailored black trousers now sporting a rather prominent bulge beneath the zipper, and finally ending at his long legs and bare feet.


“With the right incentive, I think maybe I am highly seducible.” She smiled, pushing to her feet and stepping in front of him.


“Incentive?” He asked, catching the soft scent of jasmine as she came to stand between his open legs.


“My experience is limited to boys. Idiot boys who don’t know the first thing about pleasing a woman. I suspect, and correct me if I am wrong, that maybe you are a little more knowledgeable in that arena.” She reached behind her and slowly unzipped the snug fitting sundress. “So, if you can promise to make this the most pleasurable experience of my life thus far, then I am yours.” She dropped the dress to pool around her feet and stepped out, kicking it to the side.

Lucius was breathing deep and even to control his responses as he took in the young witch standing before him in nothing but a tiny scrap of blue lace at her hips. Her sweet young breasts were full and firm, and tipped with soft pink nipples that were beginning to draw tight and harden in the cool air. Her waist was narrow, and softly curved, flaring out into wide, round hips and thighs. Her tummy was pretty flat with just the slightest curve. She was soft and womanly, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.


“I can promise you that no woman leaves my arms unsatisfied Hermione. I am no boy, I assure you.” He sat forward and reached around her to place his glass on the table. His clasped her around the waist and pressed his face into her abdomen, kissing and licking the soft skin there.


“Oh!” Her stomach tightened and her hands cupped the back of his head. His tongue was circling and dipping into her belly button, almost as if he were kissing her lips. “Lucius.” She whispered his name as she smoothed her hands over his silky hair, pressing him closer. His hands slid along her hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her knickers and pulling them down, letting them fall to the floor so she could step out of them. He clasped the backs of her thighs and pulled her forward, opening her legs and settling her astride his hips.

“Come closer.” He cupped the back of her neck and pulled her head down. He didn’t ease her into a kiss, no, that was saved for making love and this wasn’t about love. It was about lust, about need and desire and the urge to fuck each other senseless. His mouth opened over hers, devouring, licking and sucking at her mouth in a ferocious kiss that left her lips bruised and swollen. She was going up in flames in his arms. He was a major league player and she was still in little league.

Lucius reached between them, sliding his fingers through the hot, slick folds of her sex. He groaned softly into her mouth when his fingers came away soaked in her arousal. He pulled his lips away from hers, sliding them down along her throat, sucking softly, marking the tender skin of her neck as he made his way to her breasts. He licked and sucked softly at the nipples, raking his teeth gently over the bourgeoning tips as she moaned and writhed in his lap. His hand deftly unfastened his slacks and he freed his cock, his hand circling the base, holding it firm as he shifted her in his lap, adjusting her over his tip and driving hard and deep inside her.


“Oh my god!” She screamed. Lucius wasn’t worried, no one would hear her over the music blaring outside anyhow. She was so tight it was bordering on painful. When he pulled back the slick walls of her snug sheathe clung to him, the sensation unlike anything he had known previously as he slammed hard inside her again.


“You are so fucking tight!” He hissed, clasping her hips and shoving forward, his hand reaching out to shove the coffee table out of his way, ignoring the bottles and glasses that tumbled over, spilling their contents on the expensive rug. Her back hit the floor and Lucius remained deep inside her. He pushed up off of her briefly to shrug out of his shirt before settling over her and thrusting, hard, fast and deep. She would have marks on her back when it was over, but it didn’t matter. She had never felt so full, so out of control with lust. Her nails were biting into the pale skin of his back as she arched beneath him.


“ohgodohgodohgod!” She chanted with every fierce thrust of his hips. Her legs wound tight around his back and he filled her to bursting with his length. He slipped his hands beneath her, cupping her ass and rising to his knees, lifting her as he thrust up and into her again and again. Her hips were rocking, undulating softly. He could feel the muscles inside her begin to flutter and knew she was going to come. He pounded harder into her, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh where neck and shoulder met and she screamed his name, the sound ringing in his ears as his own shout of completion erupted from his lips as he pumped her full of his seed. “Lucius, oh my god Lucius!” She whimpered softly against his shoulder as he laid her back on the rug.


“Satisfied?” He asked, panting as he tried to catch his breath.


“Oh gods, you certainly deliver don’t you?” She laughed, moaning when she began to feel soft aftershocks of the most intense orgasm she had ever had.


“That was just to take the edge off, I’m not done yet.” He said with a smirk.


“Oh god!” She gasped, her eyes widening. What had she gotten herself in to?

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“She’s probably in one of the libraries, or in the study. I’m sure she went looking for a book knowing her.” Draco said as he led Harry, Ginny and Ron down the hall towards the back of the North wing. Everyone was more than hungover, ready to go back to their own homes, but they wouldn’t leave without Hermione and she had vanished sometime late last night, and no one had seen her since. “Here, this is another library that my dad uses as a study.”

Draco pushed open the door and sniffed, the room reeked of spilled liquer. His dad was going to be pissed that someone got inside. He looked over to the sitting area and frowned. The coffee table was shoved aside and the bottles and glasses on top were tipped over, their contents spilled in sticky puddles on table and dripping onto the floor. On the sofa he could see the bare back of his father, no one else had such recognizable hair. He was facing the back of the sofa, an obviously female leg draped over his hip and a small, feminine arm wrapped around his ribcage.

Long, soft scratches marred the smooth, muscled flesh of his back.

“Obviously dad had his own party last night.” Draco laughed, until he saw Hermione lift her head from where it had been hidden in his father’s chest.


“Good morning.” She smiled before yawning and lowering her head, snuggling back into Lucius’s chest.


“Hermione? Dad?” Draco’s eyes were wide with shock, along with his companions who were staring in open mouthed horror at the scene before them.

“Make them go away Lucius.” She muttered, pressing her lips against his chest and stirring his desire once more.


“Draco, my companion would appreciate it if you and your friends would kindly leave us alone. Please?” Lucius said, tightening his grip on Hermione and seeking her lips with his. He heard Draco and his friends exit and laughed softly.


“Draco….was that your dad and Hermione?” Harry asked, blinking his eyes rapidly.

“Uh huh.” Draco said, completely befuddled.

“And uh….was that his shirt she was wearing?” Ron asked, his voice breaking slightly.

“Uh huh.”

“You know what this means right?” Ginny said, laughing.


“Uh huh. My dad shagged Granger.” Draco heard a soft moan coming from behind the door at his back. “Is shagging Granger.” Ginny followed behind the trio of stunned men, smiling brightly. ‘Way to go Hermione’ Ginny thought to herself, she had never thought Hermione had it in her to seduce anyone, much less Draco’s Dad.



A/N: Happy Birthday to me! I’m 32! And for my birthday I want a Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape sandwich….Ill be the peanut butter!(It takes longer to lick the peanut butter off LOL)


This was a little bit of fun….hope you enjoyed it. I was inspired by “Stifler’s Mom” LOL