An English Witch in Paris

An English witch in Paris.

It was a hot day in central Paris and Hermione Granger was annoyed. Annoyed with her boss, annoyed with her staff, but most of all annoyed with herself. He had done it again. She had never met any one as incorrigible as that man and she hated the way he got under her skin with the least amount of words possible.


Even as she looked down upon the idyllic Champs Elysees, his words still echoed in her mind. How after all this time could she still be affected by anything he said to her? She thought after all these years, she would be able to laugh off anything he said or at least ignore him. God, what a fool she was to think she could ever out smart Lucius Malfoy!


She had forgot about him after she left Hogwarts, he had been pardoned by the Wizengamot after Harry had testified that he had played no part in the battle of Hogwarts. The later years apparently were not so kind to him, his son bought into the pureblood mania and carried on his family line settling with a pureblood called Victoria or was it Amelia? Hermione couldn’t remember that much. But she could remember what had happened to his wife, Narcissa, who was everything a Pureblood was supposed to be. Loyal, beautiful, and the ultimate model wife. Except she was different.


Narcissa Malfoy’s loyalty to her family had cost her, her life. Lying to the Dark Lord is not something that is easily forgiven. Especially when your now deceased sister worshipped that same maniac, to be slain by one’s own family member was unheard of in most Pureblood families until Bellatrix Lestrange raised the bar and fatally wounded her sister.


She had seen first hand the devastation that Bellatrix had reeked, her heart panged in her chest as she thought of Tonks. Nymphadora ‘Tonks’ Lupin, who had came from safety to fight beside the man she loved, and had lay fallen at his side leaving her son without a mother. And she was stressing about seeing Lucius Malfoy? She needed a reality check and fast!


Hermione shivered as she remembered all the loss from the war, the only good thing being Sirius being saved from the veil and Lupin deciding to raise Teddy on his own. Although living with Sirius had no doubt turned Teddy into a mini marauder.


Harry was settled with Ginny and baby James, and Ron was settled with Pansy Parkinson, something Hermione did not see coming. She had taken a shine to Ron after apologising till she was blue in the face for the remarks she made. Harry being mentally and physically exhausted, accepted and moved on.

No matter what anyone said, she just couldn’t be with Ron, yes she loved him but not in that sort of way. The impromptu kiss that they shared had only cemented her doubts. She could never be anything more than a friend to him. To say he took it hard put it mildly. His reaction was part of the reason she had been living abroad for the last 6 years.


She had attended all the memorials, burials and dedications that had been required of her. She had smiled proudly as she received her Order of Merlin, 1st class and she had stood by Harry’s side as he married Ginny. But enough was enough, she had to get away from this world. There was so much to see out there, so much she wanted to do!


So it was six months after Harry’s wedding, that Hermione found herself stationed in Italy, working on deciphering runes that had been discovered on The Leaning Tower of Pisa. Hermione had revelled in her position as head researcher secured for her by the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. He had snapped her up when she had mentioned that she needed to get away. What could be better than Italy?


Her next port of call had been Greece. This so far had been Hermione’s favourite, she had spent 2 glorious years in the scorching sun of Athens, and it had revitalised Hermione. Working on The Parthenon, an ancient building on the Acropolis, the hill above Athens, had changed her life and all she wanted to do was buy a little villa and stay in Greece forever.


Her next assignment had been Paris, working at the famed Notre Dame de Paris. It was where Hermione had found her calling. She had worked for a few weeks at the Louvre and loved it but the Cathedral was her home. She loved the city and she loved the people.


Well, she did love the city until the most inconvenient part of the wizarding world had joined her. Damn Lucius Malfoy! Why did he of all people have to be the key investor in her ‘Little Expeditions’ as he had described them? Did the entire wizarding world not know that the Malfoy’s hated her? Well, they didn’t hate her per-se, they just despised everything she was.


She remembered the very first time she seen him. It had been over 2 and a half years since she had left the wizarding world. The only people whom she had kept in contact with was Harry, Remus and Teddy who had visited her in Greece, and whose company she enjoyed immensely and had almost wanted to beg them to stay.


So it was as she left her hotel room, one of three wizarding hotels in Paris, that she was ambushed by the senior Malfoy. Lucius as he had insisted she call him, asked her to dinner. She was too shocked to refuse. This was Lucius Malfoy after all, when was she ever going to get this chance again?


So she as gracefully as she could, accepted his dinner invitation. To be fair to the arrogant Pureblood, he had been the perfect gentleman. His manors were impeccable and the conversation was witty and delightfully sarcastic. After a few drinks, he became even better to talk to, ever border lining on humorous.


She had to admit that Lucius Malfoy was a dangerously beautiful man, his blonde hair was verging on decadent and men like him seem to only exist in 19th century period dramas. His stormy grey eyes were almost inquisitive as they raked devilishly over her person.


Hermione didn’t know whether it was the wine, or just the raw animal magnetism that this man seemed to radiate, but she suddenly felt like she was seeing him through new eyes. This Lucius Malfoy was fresh and new, undamaged and ultimately irresistible to her.


His eyes seemed to trace every movement that she made, they followed every single step as Hermione swiped her tongue against her dry lips and back again. She seen the elusive Malfoy smirk form on his lips and her heart skipped a beat. He took his wine glass and drained it of it’s contents, while she echoed his sentiments.


As soon as their eyes locked together, Hermione felt suddenly light headed. His gaze made her forget to breathe, and it was a feeling that was more arousing that she wanted to admit. Lucius positively breathed sex, and to Hermione it was her personal brand of oxygen.


As Lucius led Hermione up to his room, she became increasingly aware of what she was about to do. Lucius’ effect on her came on at an alarming rate, and her need for him overwhelmed her. She was going to take this chance, she was to do this, one night of harmless passion with Lucius wasn’t going to change anything was it?


So Hermione led the way with her heart and not with her mind, as soon as the door closed she pulled him hungrily to her and he devoured her mouth like a dying man, he kissed her with passion and fire. His tongue explored her mouth expertly, but gently.


His hands found the bare skin on her waist and his touch felt like a red hot poker on her goose pimpled skin. She shivered with desire, as he licked the shell of her ear. A strangled moan left her throat as his tongue descended down her collarbone and on to her chest, tracing the twin mounds of her breasts.


Hermione ran her fingers through Lucius’ blond curtains of silk, causing him to growl slightly. The vibration from his chest caused a burst of arousal to fly through her at alarming speed. His shirt quickly came off and his bare skin felt red hot to the touch, Hermione lightly danced her fingers over his torso as Lucius removed the infernal contraption that was her bra.


Hermione shrieked with laughter as Lucius picked her up and carried her to his bed, his chest muscles flexed as he held her in his arms. Hermione wanted to just stare at him, he was worthy of the time.


He watched her as she watched him, her eyes darting between arousal and desire, a look which suited her immensely he thought. He used his wand to divest them of their clothes and ran his soft, wet tongue up her smooth thigh. He continued until he reached Hermione’s weeping sex, he took a long hard swipe causing her to arch up of the bed and he grinned as he went back down for more.


Lucius drove his tongue deep into Hermione’s core and his thumb ghosted lightly over the glistening pearl that was her clit. She cried out as his tongue continued his thumbs ministrations, he slipped his forefinger into her throbbing channel and rubbed along the ridged edge of her pussy.


Hermione cried out as her core clamped down upon on Lucius’ fingers and he let out a moan of his own accord as his cock hardened beyond belief. She was so unbelievably beautiful and she didn’t even know it, he wanted to show her what she looked like in the throws of ecstasy.


She was still panting as Lucius crawled up her body, their body’s slick, and shining with a light sheen of perspiration. Hermione felt entranced as their lips met and she could taste the sweet tang of herself on his tongue as he kissed her.


She felt Lucius’ cock nudge between her wet folds lightly and she whimpered as he slid his length into her. He began to move within her slowly, but with long languid stokes. He ground his pelvis in to her, grazing her clit as he moved. She was reduced to a quivering mess within five minutes and she was lost, coming around his cock like a iron clamp pressing down hard on his cock, he shook with the sheer intensity of his release and he moaned as he shot relentless streams of his seed into her.


In a blur of post orgasmic bliss, he fell sated to her side and fell to sleep.



~*~


Hermione couldn’t help but smile when she thought about that night, she still got slight pangs of desire when she thought about how many times Lucius had brought her to climax that night, and all though she hadn’t seen him for all most three years she could still remember what his touch felt like.


She had never for one moment regretted that night, she loved the Lucius that lived in her head and would often think about him late at night. What was he doing? Did he ever think of her? These were questions she desperately wanted the answers to, but she didn’t really think she was prepared for what was to come.


So it was almost 3 and half years to the day, that Hermione received a letter from Lucius, he had maintained a professional sort of relationship with her, the occasional owl at Christmas, one on her birthday but never a letter.


It was with a rapidly beating heart that Hermione opened the letter, her mouth was dry and her palms sweaty and she began to read the first few opening lines….


How is it that one person can be so enchanting? I fear that it completely baffles me, leaving me unequally balanced in one direction with no regard for the other.


Hermione wasn’t really sure what he was saying, yes she understood that she had challenged his mind, maybe even altered the way he had viewed others that shared her heritage, but leaving him mentally clueless was not what she was aiming for.


I can still smell the scent of your arousal, like a warm spiced bouquet of your persona. I crave it like a opium addicted street urchin, although frightfully better looking and much more self aware. But loosing ones wiles to someone so conventionally different to myself is confusing yet much needed.

The only conclusion that I can possibly come to is that, I am completely enamoured with you. I think of you morning, noon and night. Three years of just thoughts and images, cannot do justice to that heavenly body I worshipped.


All I ask is that you consider what I am saying, I know that you must have thought about what we shared, did it affect you as it did me?


Contemplate the knocks that will come, one chance is all that is asked for.


L.M.

Hermione was moved to tears by Lucius’ letter, his words were everything she wanted to say. She had found that ever since that night, all she could think about was him, years of witty banter between the two of them had resulted in a battle of wills and sometimes, all too harsh a word had been exchanged. But they never ended the correspondence on a low note, both were always eager to get the last word.


She questioned what she actually felt for the Pureblood, was it more than just a childish crush? Or could it really be more meaningful than a one night stand? Hermione did on her part, feel something for Lucius, it could be the starting fluttering of love, or at least she hoped.


Everybody deserved a little happiness at least once in their life, Remus had taught her that important lesson. However much life offered it was to be seized and not to be taken lightly. So it was with that mantra in mind that Hermione decided to grab the hippogriff by tail.


So it was when there was a light knock on her hotel room door, Hermione’s plan sprung into action. She practically flew across the room and to the door, she smoothed her hair down and straightened her dress, took a deep breath and opened the door….


“Master Lucius, requests that you join him downstairs.” said a croaky little voice.


Hermione turned her head franticly before looking down to find a small, bald aging elf.


She smiled and closed her door behind her, remembering that her wand was securely tucked into her thigh holster. She took the smalls elf’s little hand and apparated to the lobby of the hotel, which by this time was lit up as it was fast approaching night.


Hermione’s breath caught in her throat when she saw him, his brilliant smile on display, just for her. He held a single hand out and she stepped into his embrace eagerly, just wanting to be held by him, to smell his familiar scent.


With a slight tugging sensation, Hermione found herself looking out over a night time Paris, she was stood atop of the Eiffel Tower. Lucius stood firmly behind her, his warm weight pressed into her, the scent of sandalwood filling her senses.


“In all the years I’ve been living in Paris, I’ve never been here at night.” she said.


“It is a wonderful sight.” said Lucius.


“I’ve missed you.” she said softly.


“And I you, my sweet.” admitted Lucius.


Hermione sighed, it was now or never. She had to tell him how she felt, she could feel the anxiety eating away at her, teasing her, testing her.


“Lucius, I think I love you.” she said as she turned and buried her face in his neck, her hand coming up to play with a stray lock of his platinum mane.


Lucius chuckled and placed his finger under her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.


“Do you think, if I did not feel the same that I would be pursuing you across Paris? My dear sweet clueless Hermione, my little lioness, my pure heart, I love you more with each passing day. I intend to spend the future showing just how much I adore you.” he said with a smile.

“I think that’s the first genuine smile, I’ve ever seen from you.” she said.

“Get used to it, my sweet, we have a long time.” he said as he played with the white knot that held her dress together.

“No Lucius, we have forever,” she said as she pulled him in for a kiss, “And I intend to do a lot.”

“I look forward to it.” he laughed.

“You should.” she said.

It was as the sun finally went down in Paris, that Hermione considered how much her life was going to change, she would always be thankful to Kingsley for giving her this opportunity. For bringing this English witch to Paris.


Fin.


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Greetings from New York!!!

Ok, so I had to post this one-shot, having just seen Sex and the City on North Ave, and having fallen so in love with this city!