Girl Talk

Girl Talk
By: Snape_Goddess

The trouble with girl talk is that someone might overhear.


“Are you finished laughing at me?” Hermione asked as she watched her closest girl friend Ginny Weasley go teary with laughter.

“I’m sorry.” Ginny laughed, wiping away tears of mirth as they rolled down her freckled cheeks. “I just…I wasn’t expecting you to blurt it out like that!” Ginny fell into fits of laughter once more. They had been talking, as women were wont to do, about sex when Hermione had announced that she was completely giving up on sex and buying herself a very large, very powerful vibrator.

Hermione lifted one finely arched brow and stared at her friend over her glass of wine.

“Oh Mione, has it really been so awful?” Ginny asked, sighing and chuckling slightly.

“You can not begin to imagine the travesty that has been my sex life for the last five years.” Hermione said. “It has been one horrible experience after another! From the first time to the last time it has been one large comedy of errors! Maybe great sex is just a myth?”

“Not a myth, I have great sex with Dean and quite often.” She said smiling at the mention of her long time boyfriend. “How about you start at the beginning and fill me in on this…history of sexual flubs. Tell me about your first time, who was it with?”

“You aren’t going to repeat this to anyone are you? I don’t want to embarrass or hurt anyone.” She said, snapping her fingers at the waiter and holding up her wineglass to indicate the need for another refill.

“This stays between us, Mione.” Ginny said, reaching out to lay her hand over her friends. “If we can see where things went wrong, then we can try to figure out how to make them better next time.”

“Alright, my first time was at the end of seventh year…with your brother.”

“Which one? I have six.”

“What do you mean which one? Ron of course, he was my boyfriend at the time!” Hermione was frowning at her friend.

“Just clarifying. So you lost your virginity to Ron?” Ginny was fighting the grin that was trying to surface, it was borderline painful. “How was that?”

Hermione felt strange discussing her sex life with Ron with his younger sister. She debated on how much to reveal but truthfully, Ginny was probably the most sexually liberated person Hermione knew, if anyone could help her figure out the problem it was her.


“It was….painful….messy….and…very fast.” She could see Ginny’s face turning red with suppressed laughter. “I kept thinking it would get better…but it never did.”

“And the next lover?” She asked.


“Harry…one time and he cried after.” Hermione’s frown deepened when Ginny began to shake from her laughter.

“He cried?” Ginny squeaked, trying so hard to keep from laughing.

“He felt guilty because we were friends and even though we were broke up he felt like he was shagging Ron’s girl.” Hermione rolled her eyes and stared down at her hands as she spun the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. “Then there was that time at University…with…” She wasn’t sure she should reveal her partner.

“Who? You can tell me anything, Mione.”

“Draco Malfoy.”

“Are you kidding me? You shagged Malfoy?” Ginny’s eyes widened and she leaned forward, eagerly awaiting the story behind that one.

“Not exactly, we bumped in to each other at a social his fraternity was hosting; we were both pissed beyond all reason and wound up in his room. It started off wonderful…I mean I actually thought this time was going to be good, this time I will see what it was all about….and then we passed out before we could actually get to the sex.” She shook her head and her shoulders slumped forward. “The next morning we were both so humiliated by our behavior he walked me home and we never spoke again.”

“Anyone else?” Ginny asked, almost afraid to ask.


“Someone at work…but he came on my leg before he got anywhere close to…well, it was over before it got started.” Hermione muttered. “It’s hopeless.”


Ginny stared at her for several long moments and then burst into fits of laughter. She laughed until her throat was raw and her mascara was running. Hermione slumped back against the booth and glared at her until she finished.

“Are you done now? I don’t see how it is all that funny.” She crossed her arms over her chest.


“My goodness, no wonder you think it’s a myth! You’ve been with a horny teenaged boy, an over emotional martyr, a drunken frat boy and a premature ejaculator!” Ginny laughed. “I’m so sorry, Luvvy, really I am.” She said.

“So am I. Thus far other than a little foreplay with Malfoy, my only real pleasurable experience has been with myself. Hence my decision to avoid men and get myself a nice big B.O.B.” She said, raising her glass in a mock toast before downing a large gulp of wine.

“I think what you need is a man of experience, Mione, someone older, someone who knows his way around a woman’s body.” Ginny said.

“I only know a few older men worth considering…Snape and Remus.” She said. “I don’t see an offer of casual shag going over well with either of them. Besides Snape would likely curse me and Remus would go into self flagellation mode for even considering it.”

“Ok, lets address this little issue first…you need to look outside of your comfort zone, you keep going for men inside your little circle, men you know and who you are comfortable with. You need danger, luv.” Ginny said, waggling her brows. “If you could have your perfect lover, what would you like to do? What would you like to try that you haven’t?”

“Oh gods….well for one Id like to have an actual orgasm with another person in the room. I suppose I’d like to try everything, at least once.” Hermione said, the wine beginning to loosen her tongue. “Oral sex, a position other than missionary, perhaps some restraints, maybe spanking.”

“Good grief Mione!” Ginny said, her eyes wide. “You really are an innocent! We need to find you a hot, older man who can give you a little taste of the dark side.”

“And just how am I to locate this paragon of sexual education? Put an ad in the prophet? Desperate, sexually frustrated witch seeks older wizard for an education on sex? Must be well endowed, enjoy oral sex, variety and be in to light BDSM?” Hermione said before tossing back the remainder of her red wine.

“That won’t be necessary.” Hermione and Ginny both sat up straight at the sound of another’s voice. Hermione’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed when she saw the long, lean frame of a man sliding from the booth behind Ginny. There was no mistaking the perfect cut of custom tailored robes, the smooth golden skin and angular features or the long, platinum hair.


“M-mister Malfoy!” Hermione stammered, staring up into a pair of glittering silver eyes.


“Miss Granger.” He said, bowing his head slightly in her direction and completely ignoring Ginny. “I couldn’t help but overhear…your little problem. Since my son put forth such a poor showing, consider me in your debt.” He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small, linen colored card and slid it onto the table beneath the edge of her wineglass. “There will be no need for you to take out an ad, Miss Granger, simply hold the card and whisper the locator spell, it will bring you directly to me and I can make amends, restitution for…services un-rendered.” With a smirk and a flourish of robes he turned and walked away.

“OH MY GODS!” Ginny said, watching the glorious blond wizard walk away. “Did Lucius Malfoy just proposition you?”

Hermione picked up the card and stared at it in disbelief. Why in Circe’s name would the pureblood even think of propositioning her? She was a muggleborn and represented all that he had detested since his youth.


“Surely it’s some sort of joke.” Hermione said. Ginny reached over for the card and ran her finger over the elegantly scrawled name on the front. Immediately the edges of the card began to glow blue, indicating that the card was a portkey that simply needed activating.

“This is no jest…this is a portkey.” Ginny said, a smile tugging at her lips as she slid it back across the table to Hermione. “I think maybe you have found the answer to your problem.”

“What? Lucius Malfoy?” She stared in awe at the card, still disbelieving that the wizard had given it to her personally.

“Oh come on, Mione, you can’t deny the man is stunning. Not to mention that he hasn’t exactly been tearing through women since his wife died, I’ve only heard of him dating one or two. Add your heritage into the mix and I would say this is a very unusual and very intriguing situation.” Ginny said, leaning back and smiling.

“Perhaps it’s a trick to get me alone so he can torture and kill me.” She said, tucking the card into her purse so she would stop stroking it.

“From the look in his eye I think torture is a possibility, but I doubt he wants to kill you…unless it’s with la petite mort.” She could see Hermione considering it. “You know what I would do.” Ginny said softly.

“You think I should do it? You think I should go see Lucius Malfoy and…sleep with him?”

“I think you should go see him, luv, but I wouldn’t plan on sleeping if I were you.” Ginny smirked.

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Hermione paced back and forth in front of the fireplace in her living room. She stopped once in a while to take a sip from the goblet of red wine sitting on the side table before resuming her back and forth motion, wearing a track in the rug.

She had come home from her dinner with Ginny and taken a long, hot bath. She tried to tell herself that she had denuded her legs and sex for no other reason than to feel good about her self, but she knew she was lying. It was the same when she slid into her brand new nightgown, letting the black satin material slide over her naked skin.

She walked through the house to her kitchen, glancing at her purse with the card tucked inside lying on the entry table. She poured a glass of wine then stood in the kitchen doorway and stared at the bag. She walked closer, drawn to the small scrap of linen cardstock like a moth to a flame. She chewed her bottom lip nervously as she withdrew the card from the leather handbag.

She carried it with her into the living room where she stared at it while she paced, debating on whether or not to take him up on the offer. What if she arrived and he laughed at her or he really did have a nefarious purpose for the invitation? She looked over at a plaque hanging on her wall, a gift from Professor Snape when she completed her education. Without risk, there can be no gain.

She pursed her lips and looked down at the card once more. She ran her fingers over the letters of his name and watched the edges of the card begin to glow.


“It’s now or never.” She said to herself. “Reperio erus.” She whispered, with a sick tug to her abdomen she vanished from her own house and blinked into a very large, warm, extravagantly decorated bed chamber. “Holy shit, what have I done?” She breathed as she stared at a mammoth bed with a black leather headboard and black velvet counterpane.

“So you found the courage to come to me.” She heard a deep voice drawl from behind her. “I didn’t think you would.” She turned slowly to find him reclining in a plush leather chair near the window. He was dressed in trousers and a dark blue shirt, the tails untucked, partially unbuttoned and his shoes and socks had been discarded. He had a drink in his hand while he sat there, just staring at her.

“Neither did I.” She said honestly, her voice trembling.

“Did you wear that for me?” He asked, gesturing towards the black satin nightie.

“No.” She said, knowing it for a lie.

“Let me guess, you wore it to make yourself feel good, to feel sexy…coming to me was just an after thought.” He said, setting his drink aside and rising to his feet. She stood frozen in the center of the room as he made his way to her. “I find myself curious as to what other things you did to make yourself feel good, sexy with no thoughts of me whatsoever.” He came close but didn’t touch her.

He tilted his head to the side and looked at her. He had seen her plenty, she worked in the Ministry and he would often come across her while doing business, once or twice a month they would wind up in a meeting together where he would go to great lengths to observe her without notice. She wasn’t beautiful by any stretch of the imagination, but she was…interesting. Wide, amber eyes, thick arched brows, pretty plump lips. Her hair was an atrocity, but it suited her somehow. She had a wild, tousled look about her that always made him think of sex, with her. She was petite and sweetly curved with a pair of breasts that had mesmerized him from the first moment she had leaned over the conference table to gather documents in a meeting and he had glimpsed them down the front of her blouse.

He was very aware of the little witch, and that puzzled him somewhat. She might be a mudblood but she was by far the most brilliant one he had ever known. She never spoke directly to him, always it was addressed to the boardroom, in fact they had not addressed one another personally before that moment in the restaurant. How fortuitous for him that he just happened to be sitting in the booth behind them having dinner while they discussed the horrors of her sex life.

He had laughed right along with her little ginger haired friend. The girl had had a rough run in the sex department, including a rather unsatisfying attempt with his son. He wasn’t surprised; Draco had some issues at University with partying too much. At one point Lucius feared rehab was in his son’s future but he pulled it together. However, it was the image of Potter breaking down for a post coital cry that had him nearly choking on his smoked salmon.

He couldn’t pass up the opportunity when they went into a discussion about finding her an older, more experienced lover to change her mind about sex. He pounced on it like the opportunistic predator he was and extended her an offer he was certain would be looked upon as a jest, but secretly prayed she would accept. Of course he had already decided that if she didn’t come to him, he was going to find his way to her. He wanted the little mudblood and he always got what he wanted.

He bent forward without touching her and sniffed delicately at the base of her throat.


“Hmmm….do you always wear expensive perfume to bed?” He asked.

“Sure, all the time.” She lied. He chuckled, he recognized the scent and knew it was costly, not something a woman wasted on everyday wear, especially not a woman who worked for a living.


“Did you shave your legs?” He asked, kneeling before her and wrapping his fingers around her ankle, sliding his hand slowly up and over her calf. “Silky and smooth. So much effort put into going to bed alone. Did you shave between your legs?” He watched her flush and instantly knew she had. “Yet you had no intentions of coming to see me.” He said as he rose to his feet.

“Women shave all the time without going to see a man.” She argued.


“Do you?” He asked. She didn’t answer, her cheeks flushed deeper and her brow furrowed. “That’s what I thought.”

“I think maybe I made a mistake…I should go home.” She said, gasping when she felt his fingertips flutter along her clavicle.

“But you just got here.” He whispered, his fingers stroking the thin, silky spaghetti strap. “Stay a bit, I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I’ve regretted every man I have ever slept with… or almost slept with.” She snorted.

“You haven’t slept with me. Not that I plan to let you do much sleeping.” He said, his other hand tunneling into the curls at her nape. He held her still, his hand fisting in her hair but not painfully. “And you have never had sex with a man, from what I overheard your experience consists of a few encounters with immature boys.”

“You shouldn’t have listened.” She said softly as he held her firm with one hand while the other pushed the thin straps off of her shoulders.

“How could I not. I’ve been watching you for weeks now, wanting you. How could I pass up such an opportunity?” He pushed the other strap down and the gown began to slide lower, catching on her erect nipples.

“I never saw you watching me.” Her breathing hitched as he tugged slightly and the gown slid over her skin to pool at her feet.

“Of course not, I didn’t want you to.” He said, tightening his hold on her neck as he circled one pouting nipple with the tip of his finger. Her breathing became labored and her skin broke out in gooseflesh. She whimpered and began to shudder when he pinched one tawny peak between his fingers and tugged gently. “Tell me what you feel when I touch you like this.”

Hermione looked up at him, unsure what he wanted her to say. His fingers were busy with her other breast, tugging at the nipple, making them harder and more sensitive.


“I…I like it…” She managed, barely. Lucius chuckled and skimmed his knuckles over the turgid peaks, then between the ripe globes.


“You like it?” He slid his hand to her hip and pulled her closer to him. “I think you feel a whole lot more than like.”

“Mister Malfoy…”

“Lucius, you should call me Lucius, Hermione.” He said softly, the hand on her nape massaging gently. “I need you to promise me something, Hermione.” He whispered, his lips feathering over her brow. “I want you to be honest, open with me…I need you to tell me what you feel, what you like, what you don’t…can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” She breathed, her eyes closing as she swayed towards him. She should probably be hightailing it out of there, but in that moment she couldn’t think of anything but the heat emanating from his body, the spicy scent that clung to him.

Lucius smiled, how long had it been since he had taken such an innocent, naïve lover? Had he ever? He grazed his lips over the bridge of her nose, the curve of her cheek to the plump softness of her lips. Unlike previous partners Lucius did not immediately begin to assault her with his tongue. He teased her with gentle, closed mouth kisses, brushing, rubbing, and pressing their lips together until she gasped, her lips parting slightly.


He took her lower lip between his, nibbling lightly before moving to the upper lip. Hermione was at a loss, she didn’t know what to do so she stood there with her lips parted and let him have his way with her mouth. He didn’t delve in, choking her with his tongue, instead he licked at her lips, her teeth, the inside of her mouth until she joined him, their tongues meeting, licking against each other, sliding together in a seductive dance so unlike anything she had known prior. When he sucked on her tongue her knees buckled and Lucius immediately swept her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he walked to the bed.

The blankets turned down by them selves and he settled her onto the cool, soft sheets so that she rested against the pillows. He lowered himself to sit on the edge beside her, his silvery eyes moving slowly over her naked body. He brushed the tips of his fingers over the top of her foot, trailing it slowly up her shin and over her knee to the soft, firm flesh of her thighs. He enjoyed watching her skin prickle at his touch, feel the muscles trembling beneath.

Her stomach muscles clenched when his touch skated across her abdomen, circling her navel and stroking tight circles over her pelvis.

“Your skin is so soft, I could touch you for hours.” His hand slid up and cupped one breast, squeezing gently before moving to the other one. “Your breasts are perfect.” He plucked at the nipple pleased when she sighed and arched into his touch. “You like to be touched, don’t you? From your conversation with the Weasley girl I’m going to assume your previous lovers failed to touch you enough.”


“N-no…you’ve touched me more in the few minutes since I arrived than most of them combined.” She cried out sharply when he tweaked her nipple, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to shock her. “What are you doing?” She asked, watching his fingers pluck, pull and pinch at her nipples, causing them to redden and strain towards his touch.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, tweaking her again.

“I don’t know…” She couldn’t honestly answer the question, it didn’t really hurt, but every time he did it she felt an odd surge of energy flow through her, making her tremble.


“What do you want? You need to tell me, Hermione.” He whispered roughly.

“Kiss me again, I like the way you kissed me.” She breathed. Any guilt she had about doing it with a Malfoy vanished; all thoughts of leaving were shoved aside. She was too caught up in him, the way he touched her, the way he kissed to walk away. She somehow knew that when she left his bed it would be as a woman satisfied, finally having known real pleasure at the hands of a master.

Lucius bent over her and bumped her nose with his lightly, brushed his lips so softly over hers she scarcely felt the contact.


“I thought you were going to kiss me.” She complained, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, her fingers biting into the taught muscle beneath his shirt.

“Oh, I am going to kiss you, I am going to kiss you in ways you can not begin to fathom.” His voice was a low rumble as he began to nibble his way down the side of her neck, over her shoulder and back again until he could dip his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly while her heart pounded beneath his lips as they moved lower between her breasts.

She watched him, her eyes tiny slits as she stared down at the beautiful blond wizard kissing his way over the curve of one breast. Their eyes locked and he smiled just before he licked her nipple.

“Oh gods!” She whimpered as he tongued, bit and sucked at the rosy peaks until she was wriggling beneath him. He moved back and forth between her breasts, leisurely laving and suckling as though he had all the time in the world. She didn’t know what to think, what to do, no one had ever taken such time with her before, any other man would already be shoving between her thighs. This one seemed in no hurry.

“Lucius will do.” He chuckled. “You are very sensitive aren’t you?” He asked, his fingers toying with the wet, distended tips.

“I never thought so before.” She admitted, watching his fingers dance lower, over her stomach and smooth nether lips. She nearly screamed when his fingers parted and slid between the plump folds of her pussy but she held back by biting her lip.

“Don’t do that, let me hear you, I want to hear you. There is no one here for us disturb, Hermione, just you and me and we can be as loud as we like.” He smirked, his fingers sliding over the firm nub of her clit, then lower to the slick cream pooling at her entrance. “My, my, what a welcome I find here.” He purred as he spread her moisture over her flesh, making her even more sensitized to his exploring fingers.

“OH!” She bucked her hips against his fingers as they slid easily over her; she was slightly embarrassed by the response of her body. She could actually hear his fingers moving through her aroused flesh. “God I’m sorry!” She moaned.

“Why are you apologizing?” He asked, looking at her curiously. Her cheeks flushed and she turned her head away. “Look at me.” He demanded, examining her face closely when she turned back. “You are ashamed of your body’s reaction.” He said, somewhat stunned and somewhat smug at the same time. “Don’t be, this is exactly what I want.” He said, thrusting two fingers deep inside her, his eyes going wide at the ultra snug grip of her vagina around his finger. “Damn, you have definitely never been with a real wizard.”

He slid further down the bed, his lips leaving a trail of light, sucking kisses over her stomach, hips and thighs while his fingers prepared and stretched her to eventually take him.

“Open your legs, as wide as you can.” He whispered, biting lightly at her thighs.

“Lucius….c-can you lower the fire?” She pleaded softly.

“No, I wouldn’t be able to see you if I did, and I want to see you. Now, spread your legs for me like a good little witch.” He purred, curling and twisting his fingers inside her until she let her legs fall open with a groan. “There we are. Look at how beautiful you are.” He said, watching his fingers slide in and out of her, glistening in the firelight. She was soaked, her arousal flowing steadily.

He leaned forward and blew gently on her over heated flesh. She whimpered and shivered so he did it again. He loved how responsive she was, having spent too long with lovers jaded by the games, war and life with the Dark Lord. This innocent little witch in his bed was a delight, a treat after so many years, his reward for turning over a new leaf. He lowered his head and licked her with a broad sweep of his tongue from opening to clit. Her body jackknifed as she came hard, the walls of her pussy clenching hard around his fingers, almost painfully. Her hands were tangled in the back of his hair as she cried out incoherently while the stunned wizard sucked on the bud of her clit.

He stayed with her, sucking and licking lightly until she uncurled herself from around his head and fell back onto the pillows with an exhausted groan. He could feel her body humming as aftershocks ran through her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stared at her with smug amusement.

“Bit of hair trigger you have there, luv.” He said, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. “That’s alright though, I’m anxious to have you, we can work on your stamina later but for now your…eager… reactions work in my favor.”

Hermione watched in stunned silence as he shrugged out of his shirt and let it fall to the floor. His chest was mostly smooth with only the faintest smattering of golden chest hair and a lightly furred line beneath his navel that arrowed into the waistband of his trousers. She watched him slowly unfasten the belt, then the trousers and push them past his hips to fall around his feet. He wore nothing beneath them and she was shocked to come face to face with his erect cock.

She had seen naked men before, even his son who looked very much like his father, but she had never seen anything quite like a nude and aroused Lucius Malfoy. For a man his age he was remarkably fit, a side effect of being a wizard was that they didn’t age at the same rate as muggles. He was very tall and well muscled, lean but not bulky. Toned, ropey arms, broad chest and shoulders, a set of sic pack abs that were a work of art and long legs with tight, muscular thighs.

His crowning glory however was the magnificent tool straining from between his legs and a thick nest of golden curls. Long and thick it curved up towards his navel, damn near reaching it too. The tip was fat, purple and slick with cloudy drops of fluid leaking from the narrow slit. His balls were already pulled up tight to his body but she could see that they were heavy and full. She stared at the vein covered length with wide eyes filled with appreciation. He was certainly more impressive than any of the battery operated toys she had been considering.

“Have you ever sucked cock before?” He asked softly as he stepped to the bedside.

“Um…once…” She hadn’t enjoyed it, Ron had grabbed the back of her head and choked her then promised he wouldn’t come in her mouth and ended up getting it in her eye instead, it had burned terribly and she wound up looking like she had conjunctivitis for a few days after. She never wanted to try it again, until she saw the glorious shaft of the wizard in front of her.

“Not a good experience I take it?” He asked, taking his aroused length in hand and pumping it slowly in his fist.


“No, it was yet another disaster that blurred my vision for days.” She said, her eyes locked on the long, pale fingers stroking that beautiful cock. She licked her lips unconsciously. She was so transfixed by his handling of himself that she didn’t see the suppressed laughter in his face. She really needed this experience and he was thrilled to be the one giving it to her. He briefly considered making a pensive to send to her former lovers, including his son to show them just what a real man could bring out of a witch.


“How about we try again? I promise I have better control over myself than a green lad and your vision will remain perfect.” He said, the corners of his mouth twitching when she licked her lips again and nodded. “Good, sit up.” He continued to stroke his erection as she sat up and scrambled to the edge of the bed. He moved forward so he was standing between her legs and began to rub the moist tip against her lips.

Her lips were perfect, so plump and soft, perfect for kissing and sucking cock.


“Open.” He prompted, hissing softly as he eased the tip just barely into her hot little mouth. “Lick me, run your tongue over and around the tip, make me wet.” His lids lowered as he watched her follow his every command. Her tongue swirled over the weeping tip, around the flanged crest then up and down the throbbing length until he was slick and shining from her mouth. “Now suck, don’t just slide your lips over me, suck me.” He groaned when she closed her lips over his tip and began to suck gently as she slid her lips over him as far as she could without gagging. “That’s it…just like that.” He breathed, his hand pumping the base slowly as she sucked the tip. “Perfect.” His other hand lighted on the top of her head, massaging gently and smoothing her curls as he continued to praise her.

He had to give her credit; she followed instructions well and went at his cock with an enthusiasm that was unmatched. She was enjoying it, not simply doing it because he wanted her to. She grew brave and tried to take him deeper, choking before he grabbed her hair and pulled her back sharply. He stared down at her glassy eyes and wet, swollen lips.

“You shouldn’t try such advanced techniques your first time, sweets. We will save that for another time.” He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her backwards so she fell onto the mattress with her legs hanging over the side. He grabbed his wand from where he placed it on the bedside table and pressed the tip to her abdomen as he uttered the contraceptive spell. He then pointed it at the bed and cast a spell that gave it a higher rise, lining her hips up with his perfectly.

He tossed the wand back to the table and grasped her hips jerking her to the edge of the bed. He pulled her legs up and draped them over his arms, his cock hard enough that he didn’t need to hold himself to find his way. He pressed the burgeoning tip against her dripping orifice and pressed forward until the head was nestled inside her scorching heat.

“Ready or not, Hermione, it’s time for restitution…” He smiled, sliding inside her all the way until he could fit no more of himself within her silky depths. She grabbed his wrists and squeezed, filled and stretched like she had never been before, frightened somewhat by the intensity of the feelings coursing through her. Restitution he called it, repayment for night his progeny had left her hanging, but she doubted Draco would have ever come close to what Lucius had already given her.

He watched as his cock slid from inside her, his passage made easy by the slick lubrication of her body, and then slammed back into her. She cried out, her eyes closing and her neck arching as he began to pump into her steadily. Her head tossing back and forth on the sheets as he picked up the pace until he was slamming into her with an audible slap of flesh on flesh with each thrust.

She was close, so close when he dropped her legs and slid his arms beneath her, lifting and turning her so that he was sitting on the bed and she was astride his thighs, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her.

“Ride me, witch.” He growled, the large hands on her hips guiding her in the up and down motion he sought. She was nervous, tentative at first. Her movements were so slow, agonizingly slow as she concentrated on the feel of him, biting her lip so hard he feared she would injure herself. “Take what you need, listen to your body, do what it tells you…”

“But you…” She screamed when he rolled his hips up into her.

“Don’t worry about me right now, this is about you!” He growled, rolling his hips again and getting another hoarse scream from her. “Use me; take your pleasure from me…” She began to grind down against him, her nails biting into his shoulders and leaving bloody little half moons in their wake. “That’s it!” She was riding him in earnest now, her hips slamming down, rotating and then back up. “Lean back.” He ordered. “I’ve got you, don’t worry.” He said bending her over the arm he wrapped around her waist. Her head fell back, nearly touching the floor as he began to pump, grind and thrust into her, over and over again while her hands gripped his thighs, felt them bunch and flex beneath her clawing grasp.

“Oh my….GOD!” She screamed, long, loud and shrilly as a mammoth orgasm crashed over her. She was out of control, unable to move, unable to do anything but feel as Lucius continued to fuck her without mercy through the tight fisted sucking of her pussy around him. He pulled her up and then fell with her onto the bed, settling between her legs and pounding into the nearly unconscious witch until his body stiffened and he fired shot after shot of his creamy seed into her willing, hungry body.

He could barely move, his muscles burned, his balls ached with the force of his orgasm. He withdrew slowly, groaning at the friction against his sensitive shaft. He looked down at the witch beneath him and he couldn’t help laughing. Her hair was tangled and clinging to flushed, sweaty face, her neck and breasts bore slight stubble burn from his face and she was sound asleep. He supposed he should be proud to have fucked her into oblivion but he was a little disappointed not to find out if he changed her mind about the myth of great sex.


He got up and went to the bathroom where he cleaned himself up and gathered a wet cloth to tend to her as well. Once he had bathed her raw and well used flesh, removing his seed and soothing her somewhat he pulled the covers over her and brushed a kiss across her brow. He donned his robe and fixed himself a drink before settling into his chair before the fire.


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Hermione sat in her usual spot at the conference table of the minister’s board room. She was nervous, she knew Lucius would be at the meeting and she hadn’t seen him since the morning a week ago when she slipped from his bed after he had rendered her unconscious with his passion. She sensed him the moment he entered the room, could feel her temperature rising when he took a seat beside her instead of on the other side of the room as he usually did.

She continued to face the front of the board room, refusing to look back at him. His scent reached her, sandalwood and smoke, the spicy scent of expensive brandy teased her nostrils as his breath tickled her ear.

“You left without saying goodbye.” He whispered. She swallowed hard and tried to still her pounding pulse. “I want you to have dinner with me tonight.”

“I don’t think it would be a good idea.” She croaked, wincing at the hoarse sound of her voice.

“I think it would be a very good idea, Hermione, a VERY good idea.” He said, his fingers running over her thigh beneath the table. “Don’t make me resort to underhanded tactics, I’m not above playing dirty, you should know that by now.” His fingers dipped to the inside of her knee and began slowly traversing up between her legs. She clamped them tightly together to halt him and he chuckled, but persisted on.

“Why? It was a one night stand…nothing more.” She whispered harshly.


“Perhaps that was what you told yourself, but I have issues with others making the rules. I want you and I mean to have you. Tell me you haven’t thought of that night, that right now the thought of me throwing you on this table and eating your sweet little pussy doesn’t have your knickers soaked.” He whispered hotly.


“This isn’t the time or the place…the meeting…” She whimpered as images of him doing just that began to race through her mind. Her thighs began to tremble.

“Fuck the meeting!” He snarled. “Don’t push me, Hermione, I am not above a little exhibitionism so if you don’t want me to make a scene and let Minister Shacklebolt see you taking more than a little dictation I suggest you accept my dinner invitation.”

“You wouldn’t….” His hand moved more forcefully between her thighs, cupping the damp crotch of her knickers, his eyes glitteringly menacingly. She suddenly realized that while he might not actually fuck her in front of them all he would make damn sure they knew he had and intended to again. “Alright! I will join you for dinner.”

Lucius smirked and removed his hand, sitting back in his chair.

“A very wise decision, my dear.” He said smugly, winking at her and blowing a quick kiss her direction.

Hermione felt her stomach drop, she had let the devil in the door and now she was in big trouble, for this one had every intention of possessing her completely.

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So, I find Remus stressful to write as he is a rather emo character, oneshots provide great stress relief. =) hope you enjoyed it. Reperio erus literally means find owner, I try to find the latin meanings when creating spells in my fics.