You Really Got A Hold On Me

You Really Got A Hold On Me
By: Snapes_Goddess

SONG: You Really Got A Hold On Me
ARTIST: Smokey Robinson
YEAR: ????


WARNING: Language, Drinking, PDA, M/F, HG/LM


In a little pub on a scorching summer night…

Hermione Granger was tipsy. She wasn’t drunk, but a pleasant little buzz had her feeling relaxed and rather happy. She was standing against the wall with Ginny Potter, Lavendar Weasley and Luna Lovegood while Harry, Ron, Draco and Neville shot a game of billiards. She wasnt watching them however, her eyes were set across the room on the man sitting at the bar brooding.

“He looks so….pitiful.” Lavendar said, nursing on a long necked bottle of ale.

“Poor man, he really has tried very hard to change.” Luna said airily.

“Men like Lucius Malfoy never change.” Hermione snorted, her eyes raking over him. She was a bit shocked to see him in the pub, it was certainly not his sort of place.


“You’ve accepted that Draco has changed. Why not his father?” Ginny asked.

“Lucius has been an arsehole a lot longer than Draco. He’s invested.” She chuckled and took another long pull off of her bottle of hard cider.


“He’s crazy about you.” Ginny smirked. “I heard that he offered to fund your latest project personally.”

“He’s crazy period if he thinks I can just forget.” Lucius had made no secret that he desired her. She still wasn’t sure she believed it. He had tried to kill her. A lot had changed in the years after the war. The children who had fought the battle and won were now adults, some married, most working for the Ministry. Hermione worked closely with Draco, improving the wizarding world by restoring rundown areas of the magical community and improving it. That was how she had come back in contact with Lucius.

He was divorced, bored and still not quite at his former status in society despite having been exonorated. So, he had decided to test the waters of philanthropy and see what he could do about restoring his reputation. He hadn’t expected the intense and completely unwanted attraction he felt for his son's co-worker. She was far too young for him, far too mouthy and a mudblood. The later meant a lot less to him than he would have ever believed previously. He wanted her, desperately, but she hated him.

“Why is he here?” Lavendar asked. “This isn’t his sort of place at all. And look at him…I’ve never seen him dressed so casually before.”

“Draco invited him after our meeting earlier. Said he felt bad that his father spent all of his time home alone.” Hermione rolled her eyes but thanks to Lavendar’s observations she couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in those loose fitting trousers and button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the middle of his forearms.


“I think he’s hot. Don’t you think he’s hot, Hermione?” Lavendar asked.

“Oh he’s hot, that’s not in question here. It’s his morals that are in question.” Hermione said. “Though I have to say, when he smiles it makes me want to touch him in his no no place.”


Lavendar choked on her ale and Luna patted her back lightly.


“His no no place? What are you five?” She asked.

“It’s what my last lover called his…special friend.” Hermione shrugged.


“Seriously, Mione, you aren’t the least little bit curious? I would be if a man like that was interested in me.” Ginny said quietly, admiring the handsome blond. “That’s really saying something too because he nearly killed me.”

“It isnt real, Gin, he just wants to play with me and I’m not one for playing games. Especially with death eaters.” Hermione gave a resigned sigh. “It’s really too bad, I hate going home alone.”

“So don’t go home alone.” Luna said softly. “Take him with you and see if what he says is true. Try him on and see if he’s really changed.” All eyes turned to Luna in surprise. “What? I enjoy sex just as much as the next girl.”

“I just…I can’t do that, not with Lucius.” Hermione said frowning.


“She’s right, you wont ever know if he’s really changed if you don’t try him.” Lavendar grinned.

“Go on, Mione. Ask him to dance.” Ginny smiled, nudging her friend with her elbow. “I dare you.”


“She wont do it. She’s never had the stones to go after a man she wants.” Lavendar said, a bit of their old rivalry slithering to the surface. “She definitely doesn’t have the stones to go after a Slytherin.”

Hermione turned towards her companions with one brow arched high and a smirk on her lips. She tipped back her drink and drained the bottle, setting it on the ledge running along the wall.

“Oh, I most certainly have the stones.” She said reaching up to tug the band from her hair and letting the mass of curls tumble down her back to her waist. She raked her teeth over her lips, plumping them slightly and smoothed her hands over the snug fitting tee shirt and short denim skirt.

“Go get him!” Ginny winked, a broad grin on her face as she watched Hermione stroll across the bar.

“What is going on?” Harry asked from behind Ginny as he and the other men came up to watch.

“Mione took a dare.” Ginny said, leaning back agaisnt her husband.

“What kind of dare?” Draco asked, a bit shocked to see the way Hermione’s hips were swaying as she walked across the room, flicking her wand at the jukebox and changing the tune.

“She’s going to ask your dad to dance.” Lavendar laughed.

“Are you serious?” Ron asked, his hands resting on his wife’s shoulders.

“There is more there than any of you know.” Luna said, a mysterious smile on her lips as she peeked over at Neville, his pudgy cheeks flushing crimson. “Watch, you’ll see.”


All eyes focused on the witch now sidling up to the tall, brooding blond.

~@~


Lucius stared into his glass and asked himself what he was doing there for about the hundredth time. He had come at the invitation of his son because he thought perhaps that the little witch might actually talk to him if they were in a social setting. But she hadnt. She stood off to the side with her little group of hens while the boys shot a game.

So there he sat, alone, again. He heard the tune on the jukebox stutter and then change, an old bluesy tune he recalled from his younger days starting to play. A hand fell on his shoulder and he glanced over to see long, delicate fingers tipped with shimmering pink nails resting agaisnt his shirt. He swallowed hard and watched those fingers slide slowly down his arm to curl around his wrist and tug.

He spun slowly on the stool, turning to face her. He could see heat in her eyes when she met his gaze. It had always been there but now it wasn’t being tempered by stubborn refusal to acknowledge it.

“Dance with me.” She said softly, pulling him along behind her as she walked onto the empty dance floor. Lucius stood there in a daze as she turned to him and began slowly rocking her hips side to side in front of him.

I don't like you, but I love you
Seems that I'm always thinking of You
Tho you treat me badly, I love you madly

You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
Baby

One small hand came up to rest in the center of his chest and slid slowly up and over his collarbones, dipping into the open collar of his shirt and curling behind his neck. She moved closer, her hips still swaying to the music and brushing agaisnt the front of his trousers with every move.

“Hold me.” She said softly, smiling as his hands came to rest on her hips.

“What is this?” He asked on a choked whisper. She slid slowly down the front of him, her hips still moving slow and easy back and forth, and then moved back up again.


“Dancing.” She whispered, brushing her nose along the underside of his jaw, her hot little breaths tickling over his skin.

“I don’t know this dance. At least not in public.” He said, trying to keep his body under control so he wouldn’t embarrass himself.


“Let me teach you then.” She said, her other arm coming up so that she was circling his neck and pressing her body fully into his. “Hold me tighter, Lucius.”


I don't want you, but I need you
Don't want to kiss you ,but I need to
Tho you do me wrong now, my love is strong now

You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)

His arms snaked around her waist and he began to follow the slow motion of her hips, shifting his weight from foot to foot as the little witch clung to the front of him. She had her eyes closed as she nuzzled his throat. The light, spicy scent of his cologne clouding her head more than the alcohol. Taking the dare may have been a mistake. She shouldn’t have let them goad her the way she had because what had been a controllable desire for the man in her arms was now beginning to burn wildly.


She slid her hand down his arm and then back up again to his chest. She slid it down over one fairly well defined pectoral to his tightly muscled abdomen then over to rest on his waist. His breathing was ragged and his heart thundered against his chest. He wanted her, he needed her and soon.

I love you and all I want you to do is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hoooold me

I want to leave you, don't want to stay here
Don't want to spend another day here, oh
I want to split now, I can't quit now


“Are you playing games here?” He asked, moaning softly when her nose pressed onto the hollow at the base of his throat.


“I don’t like games.” She breathed. “You are the player here.”


He slid one hand higher on her back and the other curved down and over the upper swell of her bottom.

“No games. I left them long behind me. I want you, Hermione, and if you don’t mean to be had then you had better walk away right now.” He growled.


You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
I love you and all I want you to do is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hoooold me

She sucked in her breath sharply and a tiny whimper escaped when she felt the solid length of his arousal pressed into her belly. She realized then that she had been fighting the inevitible for months. She wanted him and he wanted her and whether or not he had changed, the want wasn’t going to go away. It was time to decide whether she wanted to risk the burns to play with the fire.

Lucius bent his head and nipped her earlobe lightly. Electric shocks jolted along her spine and she slid the hand at his waist down and over the tight curve of his ass, sueezing gently.

“Is that your answer?” he asked agaisnt her ear.


You really got a hold on me, (You really got a hold on me) I said
You really got a hold on me, (You really got a hold on me)you know
You really got a hold on me...

She leaned back and lifted her gaze to his. She knew in that moment that her friends had been right, she would never know unless she gave him a chance.


“Let’s get out of here.” She said softly.


~@~

“What in the hell are they doing?” Ron asked with a bug eyed expression.

“Um…well….I think they are dancing.” Harry said, tilting his head to the side as he watched Hermione and Lucius sliding agaisnt each other on the dance floor.


“Well, dancing in some cultures is considered foreplay.” Luna said softly. “I’d say that definitely fits into the foreplay column.”

“Foreplay my arse!” Draco laughed. “They look like they might shag right there in the middle of the pub!”


“But…Mione and Lucius? Seriously?” Ron shook his head as though he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it.


“Oh come on, look at them.” Ginny said, rolling her backside against Harry’s crotch. “They are burning up.” Harry groaned and laid his hands on her hips to still her motion before she got them in trouble with her teasing.


They watched as Lucius reached back for the hand groping his ass and led her from the dance floor, stopping only to collect his cane where it leaned agaisnt the bar and toss some galleons onto the shiny wood surface. They slipped out the front doors

“It’s about damn time that she got laid.” Lavendar chuckled.

“She’s no virgin.” Ron snorted.

“How do you know?” Lavendar asked, looking back over her shoulder at her furiously blushing husband. There was no way for him to answer that question that wouldn’t lead to trouble so he opted to remain silent. “Ronald Weasley….do you have a no no place?”

“Well, I for one am hoping they spend the weekend burning up the sheets because I am sick and tired of living in the land of phermones and sexual tension at work.” Draco said. “Maybe then they can get some work done and NOT argue the entire day away.”


The small group laughed and turned their attentions back to their game. Lavendar spent her time giving Ron the cold shoulder, having figured out that he knew first hand all about Hermione’s lack of virginity. Ginny and Harry were snogging in the corner and Neville was currently blushing from something Luna was whispering to him.

“Randy bastards.” Draco said, shaking his head as he knocked the eightball into the corner pocket. No need to get himself worked up too early, he had a sweet, curvy little blonde waiting for him to make a late night visit in Liverpool.


~@~

“My house.” Lucius whispered as they stepped out into the night. It was muggy, the coming storm doing little to cool the air.

“No, your house brings bad memories….Im not ready to go back there….” She said.

“Your house?” He needed to get her naked and as quickly as possible.

“My bed is too small for us both.” She said growing frustrated. “Bad idea?”

“No…” He took her by the hand and dragged her across the street, not caring that they were nearly hit by a taxi while jay walking. He dragged her into the park just as the rain began to fall, not caring that they were breaking the law by loitering in the park after dark. He pulled her into a large hedge maze, maneuvering the turns and angles expertly until they were nestled deep within the shadowed interior and hidden from view. “Now….I have been waiting for this for months.”

Hermione wasn’t prepared for his mouth to come crashing down on hers. His kiss was an attack, an ambush. His lips slid over hers with power and precision, carefully coaxing a response from her with lips, teeth and tongue. Cool drops of rain pelted them, soaking them as they strained together. Their was nothing slow or gentle about their coming together.


They tore at each others wet clothing, buttons were lost, knickers were tossed somewhere into the hedges, clothes landed in the grass with sodden plops as they undressed in a frenzy. Lucius winced when his bare bottom landed agaisnt a hard, stone bench, the cold rough surface abrading the tender skin. The discomfort was quickly forgotten as he pulled the curvy young woman astride his thighs and bent his head to lick at the drops of rain clinging to the tight pink nipples.

The drew even tighter and the hands clutching the back of his head pulled him closer as she arched her back and pushed a straining peak into his mouth.

“Suck!” She whispered harshly, her nails biting into his scalp. She keened into the night when he suckled the little bud, lashing it with his tongue. It had been so long for both of them that neither cared about taking their time, at least not at first. The need was too great to ignore and they had the rest of the night for a deeper exploration. She shifted her hips, his steely erection sliding between the slippery folds of her womanhood to notch into the opening of her sex.


“I promise, later we are going to talk and I am going to take you slow and easy, touching every inch of your luscious body, but right now…” He arched his hips, sliding deep inside her with one long thrust.

“Oh god! Yes…Lucius….” She clung to the back of his neck, her fingers locked together as she arched her back. Lightening flashed and he could see clearly the rivulets of rain as they trekked over her curves. He wanted to lick them away, to follow them with his tongue into the shadowy delta between her thighs.


“Oh for fuck’s sake!” He hissed, filling his hands with the plump globes of her behind and guiding her in a steady, rough rise and fall. “You are unbelievably tight! And so wet…my gods woman…”


They were groaning in earnest, their rain soaked bodies sliding together in a cadence that rivaled the ferocity of the storm moving around them. Bodies slapped together in a rhythm to accompany their moans and gasps.


“Don’t stop…oh god….just don’t stop!” She pleaded, rolling her hips against him as the heat and pressure built to agonizing proportions low in her belly. Lucius wasn’t about to stop, not with what promised to be an epic orgasm rushing in on him at breakneck speed. His fingers dug into her hips, if she werent so lost in her own pleasure it would probably be painful but she was beyong noticing.

“Come for me, please, god, come with me!” he growled through clenched teeth.

“Yes! Oh yes! YES YES YES YES!” She shrilled, pulling her body tight against his as her orgasm held her and him in its grip. She shook and shuddered in his arms, her slick channel pulsing and rippling around him. With one last thrust through her greedily sucking muscles he roared his own release at a decible to rival the thunder.


They sat there, wrapped up in each others arms shaking and gasping for breath as the rain fell around them.


“My god, Lucius.” She groaned as aftershocks had her pulsing around his semi erect member still nestled inside her. “We just….we fucked in the rain.” She laughed, hugging him tight around the shoulders.


“Well, we wont ever forget out first time.” He said, reaching up to push his sodden hair out of his eyes so he could look at her. “How about we go somewhere else for our second time where aren’t going to catch influenza?”


“Hotel?” She asked.

“That would require us to dress and take the time to check in. I was thinking more along the lines of…” Lucius held her tight and with a loud crack she found herslef lying beneath him in a plush bed hung with gossamar curtains, a warm, salty breeze blowing through the open veranda doors. “Tuscany. Welcome to my vacation home.”

He lowered his lips to her throat and began nibbling his way down.

“Lucius?” She sighed, arching into his lips.

“I promise, in the morning we will talk all about us, right now I just want to make love to you properly.” He said against her shoulder.

“But my underwear is still in the hedge…” She groaned when his lips closed over her nipple.

“Elves have already retrieved it…..sent a message via spell…..now shut up, Hermione.” He growled just before covering her lips once more with his to insure her silence. Neither of them realizing just how often he would silence her thusly in their life together.



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Again…not sure where this little bit of smut came from….Im trying to focus on Severus but Lucius keeps popping up…naked….and disrupting my focus……

I know the fic isnt based around the song…..the song is sort of a prop…..but still….I like it LOL

You Really Got A Hold On Me performed by Smokey Robinson


I don't like you, but I love you
Seems that I'm always thinking of You
Tho you treat me badly, I love you madly

You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
Baby

I don't want you, but I need you
Don't want to kiss you ,but I need to
Tho you do me wrong now, my love is strong now

You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
I love you and all I want you to do is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hoooold me

I want to leave you, don't want to stay here
Don't want to spend another day here, oh
I want to split now, I can't quit now

You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
You really got a hold on me (You really got a hold on me)
I love you and all I want you to do is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hoooold me

You really got a hold on me, (You really got a hold on me) I said
You really got a hold on me, (You really got a hold on me)you know
You really got a hold on me...