The Price of Love

Hermione

When I look at the man before me, my legs go weak, my mouth goes dry and the sweet feeling of arousal bursts through my body. He stares at me attentively, and I watch his tongue flicker over his lips, and his head lifts slightly and I can see him sniffing the air. What can he smell? Perhaps it’s the burning fire that resides inside me. An overwhelming feeling of lust takes over me and I un-cross my legs, giving him a flash of my black silk thong underneath my silver dress robes. It is then I see his eyes grow wider.

The smell of the fire whiskey he holds in his hand fills my senses and I feel almost intoxicated, but I know truly I’m drunk off him; he is my personal drug, and the way he can reduce to me to a quivering mess with one touch of his soft hands is the justification of my damnation.

I don’t even think he knows he’s doing it, he swirls the amber liquid in his glass and takes a deep breath. Now, I feel he’s just teasing me, leaving me dangling on the edge of his personal satisfaction, he never gives himself away.

I don’t know how I honestly feel about him, these times, we spend together mean nothing to him I know that, but these feelings I have for him, I know these must stop. He is no good for me, I know that. Yet, he fuels my fire with false hope, leaving me burning for him; for his touch. I hope that deep down he feels something for me, otherwise I am just wasting my time. I want him to worship me in his own way.

We don’t talk about the things that we do outside out our time from each other; we only talk about the things that truly matter, the war, but the one thing we never talk about is his wife. Or rather his late wife; he has been a widower for the last two years.

I remember seeing him in the Prophet; he was unreadable, the embodiment of a pureblood male, cold, un-feeling. But, I know he does feel something, I have heard him talk in his sleep many a night I have been here, but I know it’s only for my own good that I shouldn’t mention it to him.

But then there are those times, when he holds me close to him and I can hear his heart beating like a drum in his chest, its own personal rhythm, the one I’ve come to recognize and remember.

I look into his eyes again as he drains the glass, and places it on the table next to him. He rises and holds his hand out for me and I too, rise and take it graciously. He wraps his arms around me and apparates us to his room, the Lord of the Manor is too important to climb a few steps.

We appear in his bedroom and he untangles me from himself, holding my wrists He steps closer and touches his lips to mine softly. The animal in me takes over and I press myself against him and he responds by biting my lip; tasting my blood like the sadist that he is.

He lets go of my wrists and pulls me closer; I can smell the fire whisky on his glorious breath, and for a mere second I feel dizzy as my body calls for him.

He takes the first button of my robes and tries to undo them; I laugh softly and his eyes dance with determination, and with sheer force he rips my robes open. I open my mouth to protest and he kisses me in a fierce duel of wills.

My robes drop to the floor and I step out of them; he maintains eye contact while I kick them to the side with the heel of my silver shoe. He uses his wand to rid himself of his clothes and he stands before me like a Greek Adonis, his pale skin glittering in the fire light. His eyes burn holes in my consciousness. His wanted need of me is on display, my breath catches in my throat as I realize how much I need him.

He reaches and lays his on my shoulder; placing a single finger underneath my bra strap. I feel myself shiver under his touch and he lays a single kiss on my lips. I feel the tears begin to build in my eyes and he smoothes them away with his thumb before pulling me in for another of his soul shattering kisses.

He unclasps my bra and it falls to the floor; I feel his hand on the small of my back, and he plants soft kisses on my neck, nipping slightly as he goes, casting the last of my underwear away.

He lifts me up into his arms and lays me on his bed; his glorious silk sheets make me feel divine.

He lays down next to me and pulls me closer; I rest my head against his neck and he places his finger under my chin and forces me to look at him. He kisses me once more, as my hands run down his body, touching every muscle; feeling every part of him that I can.

He pushes me on to my back and takes my breast into his mouth; the feel of his hot breath around my sensitive bud, drives me to insanity.

I begin to feel the effect of him cursing through my veins, and I can feel myself becoming more and more aroused. He dips his finger inside of me; his thumb resting on my throbbing delta.

I begin to pant with desire and he smirks at me. He knows I like this; the close contact of our skins, the feel of his heavenly body on mine.

I cry out as I reach my destination, and he feels me tighten around his silken fingers. He’s urging me to say it, say his name.

As pleasure keeps pounding through me, I scream his name and his eyes burn with desire.

He pushes himself inside me, burying himself as deep as he can go. I hear him exhale sharply and I hear him whisper my name as he withdraws slowly, before pushing himself into me once more. My hands come round him and rest on his back; he thrusts into me sharper this time and I cling to his back, my nails digging into his smooth skin.

He captures my mouth with his and takes my bottom lip as his prisoner, sucking the life out of me. My body starts to tremble as my second wave of ecstasy starts to wash over me and he thrusts in harder and deeper than before. I can hear him muttering my name under his breath, his own pleasure building with mine, with his newest thrust he sends me over, headfirst and I crash into a wave of pleasure, panting his name over and over.

His fingers touch my cheek softly and he locks his eyes to mine. His eyes a blizzard of arctic storms, chills me to my core . And I can feel the heat as he spills his seed within me.

He kisses me lightly on my bruised lips and falls beside me; his arm clinging to my waist, His fingers warm around my body.

It is then it hits me, this feels right.

I watch him as he lies panting, his chest rising and falling dramatically. I place my hand on his heart and feel the familiar rhythm that I have come to know.

It hits me again; the familiar feeling of dread, for I know this evening will be over soon.

I feel the emotion flood my heart; I don’t want to leave him; I want to stay with him forever.

I love him.

And then I feel nothing but despair, because I know he will never love me back.

I rise and summon my robes, repairing them as I go.

He calls out to me, asking what is wrong; I cannot face him as my eyes fill with bitter tears and I realize I am alone.

With one last look at the bedroom door, I apparate into my own home.

I fall to the floor unable to control my tears.

For this is the price I must pay for loving Lucius Malfoy.