Friends?

Friends?

By: Snapes_Goddess


Hermione was scowling as she shoved her way through the crowd of press congregating outside of the Ministry of Magic. She blinked against the flash bulbs and swatted away hastily scribbling quills that were in her face. It was the same scene she had played out a hundred times over the years since the war, only in recent years the questions had gotten more and more personal and on occasion flat out vulgar.


That’s what happens when a woman’s best friend happens to be a pureblood former death eater who had, once upon a time, tried to kill her. Lucius was in front of her, shoving reporters aside as he dragged her along with his long fingers wrapped around her wrist. He was very protective of her and tried very hard to keep the media hounds at bay but he could only do so much. That was evident when Rita Skeeter was able to step between them and separate them long enough to get in a verbal punch.


“Ms.Granger, how does it feel to have been Lucius Malfoy’s mistress these past years only to have him deny it publicly?” She asked with a smug grin on her face. Hermione’s eyes narrowed and she was just about to call Rita a snarky bitch when Lucius snaked an arm around her waist and shoved her into the carriage. He turned back to Rita and with a rather feral expression answered.

“IF she were my lover I can guaran-damn-tee you that I would have no problem admitting it publicly, hell I would probably scream it from the bloody rooftops I would feel so blessed.” With that he turned and climbed back into the carriage, settling himself into the bench near the window as it rocked into motion.


Hermione was fuming on her end of the bench. She should be used to it by now. After all, the stories were nothing new, nor the speculation about her and Lucius. It really was innocent. They were only friends. It had begun nearly five years ago when she had petitioned him for the use of his personal library during her last year at University. Lucius was in possession of several rare and one of a kind books that she had needed for her final projects.


A need to make restitution led him to approve her request and he had opened his doors to the witch who had once made his life miserable. Lucius had underestimated his loneliness with his wife dead and his son on his own. He soon found himself chatting with the young woman on her daily visits, their chats were almost always heated debates that left him feeling satisfied and content at the end of the day, and she had felt the same.


After her projects were completed and her schooling finished she had continued to come and spend time with him, talking and building an unlikely friendship. Soon they were constant companions, accompanying each other socially and spending their free time together. Immediately it was assumed that she was his lover and over the years the press had printed any number of stories about the sordid affair taking place between the pureblood prince and mudblood princess.


None of it was true, of course. They were never more intimate than occasionally falling asleep on the sofa together watching the telly. There was some truth in the stories, she did live with him in the manor but she had her own suite of rooms at the end of the hall from his. They had gone skinny dipping in the lake behind the house but they both turned their heads and respected the other’s privacy. They had not been caught shagging in the loo at the theater, nor had they been seen kissing passionately between the shelves of Flourish and Blotts.


She turned towards him, leaning back against the corner and stretching her legs out so that her feet rested on his thigh. He turned to meet her gaze and chuckled.


“Why do you look angry at me?” He asked. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”


“You are bad in bed.” She said, crossing her arms.

“And just how did you arrive at this conclusion?” He asked. He laid his gloved hands atop her feet and rubbed gently, his touch familiar and welcomed.

“Well, apparently you and I have been shagging away for the last several years and I have yet to have a single orgasm. Therefore, you must be bad in bed.” She grinned.

“Perhaps it is you. Mayhap you are frigid and despite my impressive and manly performance you just are incapable of responding to such incredible passion.” He said it with a straight face and she couldn’t contain her laughter.

“I am hardly frigid, you arse.” She toed her pumps off so that he could get to her feet more thoroughly as she relaxed into the cushions. “Have you ever thought about it?”

“Thought about what?” He asked, his fingers pressing into her achy soles and causing her to moan.

“Us.” She said, sighing as chills of pure joy ran down her spine. He really did give the best foot rubs.

“Us? You mean us?” He asked incredulously. “As in sex?”

“Don’t look so horrified.” She frowned.

“I just wasn’t expecting the question is all.” He said, his fingers moving up to her ankles.


“Well have you?”

“I’m a man, of course I have thought about it. We may not admit it but we wonder about every woman we meet whether we are attracted to her or not.” He rolled his eyes and moved up to her calves. “Why, have you?”

“Once or twice.” She said. “It’s funny, everyone thinks we have been burning up the sheets for all these years and you have never even kissed me.”

“Nonsense, I kiss you all the time.” He scoffed.

“But you’ve never kissed me. I think maybe you are a bad kisser.” She said, watching his back straighten.

“I most certainly am not! I have not heard a single complaint from anyone I have ever kissed.” He said indignantly.

“That’s because they all wanted something from you. They wanted to be the next Mrs. Malfoy so they would never tell you.” She said.

“Where as you, who thinks so little of my money and my person would happily inform me of everything I was doing wrong.” He said.


“Of course.” She grinned.

“It’s no wonder you are still single.” He shook his head and kneaded the tight muscles of her calves.

“Maybe the reason I am still single is because everyone assumes I am being serviced by you.” She said.

“You make me sound like a stud for hire.” He laughed.

“Well you are a lousy one because I find this to be a rather unsatisfying relationship sexually.” She said, wriggling her toes and stretching happily. She tilted her head to the side and observed him as he stared at her bright red toenails and the tiny little gold lions on the big toes. “Do you think I am pretty, Lucius?”

“What?” Lucius asked, looking up at her in confusion.

“Do you think I am attractive?” She asked again.

“You are quite lovely. What is going on here, Hermione?” She was behaving oddly and he was becoming concerned.


“I just thought that maybe they see something we aren’t.” She shrugged. “I know that they just love to print gossip but they have been printing the same story for years.”

“Because it sells papers.” He said.

“I think we should kiss.” She said, just as the carriage came to a halt on the long circular drive in front of the manor.


“I think you have gone daft.” Lucius drawled as he set her feet off his thighs and stepped out of the carriage. He offered her his hand as she stepped down onto the drive in her bare feet, her shoes clutched in her hand.

“It would answer the question once and for all.” She laid her hand on his arm as they walked towards the house. The large double doors opened for them and they stepped inside.


“What question? I have no questions that need answered.” He said, slipping off his robes and tossing them over the newel post. His tie landed on a small occasional table along with his cufflinks and shirt studs.

“Maybe I do.” She followed him into the parlor and watched him pour himself a tumbler of bourbon. He took a sip and turned back to her, the determined look in her eyes did not bode well for him.


“You aren’t going to let this go are you?” He asked.

“Nope.” She was grinning broadly. “You, Lucius Malfoy, are going to kiss me and prove to me that there is no truth in those media stories.”


“Don’t you think that if there was any truth in them we would have felt something before?” He took another long swallow of his drink and looked her over. She really was quite lovely with her long dark curls and bright amber eyes. Her strapless black gown accented her nipped in waist and plump breasts before flaring out into a full skirt that grazed her knees.

“No, I think that we have seen each other as friends without ever considering that there could be something else.” She reached into her hair and pulled the ebony sticks holding it in place so that all of her curls tumbled down her back and over her shoulders. “If you kiss me and we feel nothing at all then I will be able to let it go.”

“You are a strange witch.” Lucius said, setting his drink on the table and stepping closer. “Come on then, get it over with.”


“You have to participate, Lucius.” She said, laying one hand on his shoulder and curling the other around the back of his neck. His hands rested lightly on her hips as she tugged his head down to hers. She pressed her lips to his and they both began to laugh.


“It isn’t going to work if we are laughing.” She said. “Kiss me back, Lucius, like you mean it.”


“Fine…like I mean it.” He said, taking a deep breath to regain his composure. He kissed her lips gently, tentative little pecks at each corner of her mouth. She gasped, her lips parting in surprise at how tender he was. The feel of her hot, moist breath against his lips was an unspoken invitation to deepen the contact so he parted his own lips and their mouths fit together like a broken puzzle. Slowly, sensuously their mouths slid together in a heated, wet dance that had them both trembling when they pulled apart.


Lucius’s eyes were half lidded as he stared into hers. He couldn’t say anything, the words wouldn’t come. How could he have missed it? After all these years how could he not have sensed it?


“Hermione?” He whispered her name and she whimpered, tugging his mouth back to hers. This time her mouth opened beneath his and welcomed his tongue as she struggled to get closer to him. She was lost, confused by the passion she hadn’t known existed between them but unwilling to ignore it now that it was burning them alive.

Hands that once rested lightly on her hips were now clutching her backside and pulling her closer. She fisted the length of his hair in her hand as he began walking her backwards until they hit the wall. The light stubble of his jaw was abrading her lips and chin but she couldn’t stop kissing him. She needed his taste in her mouth and refused to give it up as she turned them so that it was his back against the wall.


Her hands moved between them, shoving open his shirt heedless of the buttons flying in every direction on her way to his trousers. Those too were quickly opened and her hands were delving inside as he began to slowly slide down the wall taking her with him until he was sitting on the floor with her straddling his thighs. She was stroking his erection with long, firm slides of her hands, her lips still locked tightly with his.

He pulled the strapless bodice of her gown down and freed her breasts, filling his palms with the soft, fleshy globes. He needed oxygen and wrenched his lips from hers to draw in much needed air. Gasping for breath he stared at the beautiful bounty bared before him and decided that breathing was overrated as he lowered his mouth to the tight, caramel nipples that were puckered so beautifully and begging for his touch.

“Lucius!” She cried, her hands leaving his turgid length to bunch her skirt and petticoats at her waist. His hands slid over the silky smooth skin of her thighs to slide beneath the legs of her lacy knickers. He groaned roughly at the feel of the slick fluid soaking the bare petals of her sex. Impatient and needy he pulled the stretchy lace covering her aside and with his other hand clasping her bottom he guided her over him.

His cock was so hard that he didn’t even need to guide himself into her. He just lined her up over his erection and she sank down onto him with a hoarse moan of pleasure. He brought his hands back to her waist, urging her to move as he continued to suckle at her breasts. She moved over him with a steady rise and fall motion, circling her hips on the down stroke.

She braced her hands on the wall above his head, using it as leverage as she moved, rocking and grinding her hips onto his. Their movements became frantic as he abandoned her breasts and locked eyes with her. He lifted his hips with every circling fall of hers, pushing deeper inside the tightest, hottest piece of heaven he had ever known.


Nothing had ever felt as good as having him inside her. She was lost to the demands of her body; pure need had her seeking release with desperation, softly pleading with him, begging for more. The coil of lust tightened low in her belly and her movements became erratic until finally the spring released and euphoria washed over her.

She was incredible with her head thrown back and a keening wail of pleasure sliding past her lips. Her body shook and her sex convulsed rhythmically around him as he continued to thrust up through her release until his own nirvana ambushed him and he pulsed into her almost painfully, struggling not to let the intensity of his orgasm render him unconscious.

She collapsed over him, her head resting on her shoulder as she shuddered in his arms and panted against his throat. His chest rose and fell in a labored attempt to calm his racing heart. It was, without a doubt, the most intense sexual experience of his life and he couldn’t quite believe that it had occurred with her.

He slid down until he was lying stretched out completely on the floor with her still resting on top of him. She lifted up slightly and stared down at him, her fingers brushing away the strands of hair that clung to his sweaty face.

“Alright….so maybe there was some truth in those stories after all.” He said softly.

“Yeah…how did we miss it?” She asked, tracing his lips with her fingertips.

“Maybe it wasn’t the right time.” He said, nipping her index finger.

“What does this mean? What does this make us?” She asked.

“Friends? Lovers?” He didn’t know, didn’t want to hope or assume.

“Both…I think both. I like both.” She whispered. “Lucius?”

“Yes?” He kissed the tip of her nose and pushed her curls back, tucking them behind her ears.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” She asked. “We really should test it; see if the first result was only a fluke.”

“Absolutely, we should test it several times and see if we get the same effect. We should begin immediately.” With a soft crack they vanished from the parlor to the master bedroom where they weren’t heard from for two days.


The following weekend the headline in the Daily Prophet’s social pages read: Friends? Malfoy and Granger Finally Come Out, beneath it was a photo of the couple kissing passionately between the shelves of Flourish and Blotts.

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I KNOW!! Im sorry! I am really trying to focus on Sevvie….but Lucius, despite the fact that he has 2 upcoming stories, just will not behave himself and let me concentrate…..hope you enjoyed this little bit……..