Learning to Trust

Hi everyone! I just wanted to let you all know that most of the warnings are for implied happenings. I didn't want anyone out there to be caught unawares as it were. I'm still new enough to this that writing out sex scenes makes me feel shy. Thanks for your time, and please remember to read and review!

Chapter One


Lucius Malfoy sat in the darken corner of the ballroom, watching as the victory party came under full swing. He was dreadfully bored. It hadn’t been his idea to attend, but his son, as well as his best friend Severus Snape had dragged him there. He had been something of a hermit since the death of his wife Narcissa by a rogue death eater months before. Payment for lying to the dark lord about Potter’s supposed death was what he had heard. He grabbed up his drink, downing it and slamming the glass on the table.


He looked up in that moment and saw Hermione Granger making her way over to his table. She had lost her parents to the very same group of rogue death eaters as he had lost his wife to. It had been she that went to him and told him the news. He had accused her of taking joy in delivering the bad news. She denied it, saying that no one, no matter whom, enjoyed giving such news if they had a conscious. He knew she was right. There were tears running down her face when she had told him. She had blood on her robes, but whose he didn’t know. But she had been hurting with no joy in her report to him.


She stopped next to him. Hermione pulled out the chair and sat down, looking at the partygoers. “They look relieved.”


He nodded, listening to the overly loud laughter.


“Ginny, Harry and Ron dragged me here,” she told him.


He smiled to himself. “My son and Severus did the same to me.”


She smiled at that. “I figured.” Looking out to the dance floor she watched as Ron was dancing with Luna Lovegood. “This place is growing tiresome for me.”


“Myself as well,” he replied.


“I was wondering if you would care to join me for a drinking game,” she said casually.


“A drinking game? How juvenile,” he muttered, looking down his nose at her.


“Yes, I know it is terribly so, but I was trying to think of something that might make us happy,” she told him. “Not this bogus laugh out loud poppycock we are witnessing here, but at least not as dismal or painfully malcontent as before.”


He thought it over. Perhaps she was correct in her choice of game. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t brought with him his hangover remedy. A drinking game wasn’t a harmful thing after all. “What kind of drinking game?”


She smiled at him and said, “I’m not too terribly sure. I haven’t played many of them. Do you know of any good ones?”


He nodded. “A fair few.” Lucius thought it over. “But I know a person that would make it a perfect game for us.”


***


“You want me to what?” Severus asked, watching as Hermione was standing next to the fireplace.


Snape’s mouth went dry as he watched Hermione stretch and rubbed her neck. Lucius stepped up next to him, whispering, “See something of interest?”


“Shut up,” he muttered, as he continued to watch the once know it all girl’s backless dress revealing the slope of her spine that went into her well developed ass. “Sweet Merlin above, but that’s a sweet…”


“My tits are nothing to snort at either,” Hermione said, making Lucius laugh even as his friend was blushing. “I’m in need of a drink.”


Lucius poured her a fire whiskey and gave it to her. She thanked him quietly, slipping into the nearby chair. She turned, sitting sideways in the wingback chair. Hermione was too caught up in her thoughts to have heard Snape’s gasp at the sight of her shapely bare legs that ended with a pair of red-soled, black stilettos.


“What do you suppose they are doing now?” she asked, sipping on her drink.


“Does it matter?” Lucius inquired.


“Not really,” she replied. “So tell me, are we going to play a drinking game or what?”


Lucius went over to her, combing her hair out of her face. “You are quite intoxicated, Miss Granger.”


“That I am,” she replied, turning so that she was kneeling on the chair. “You’re correct. We shouldn’t have a drinking game.” She tapped him on the chest. “I have a different plan now.”


“And that would be, pet?” he asked in a purr.


“Two things actually,” she told him. “One, get another nickname for me. That does nothing for me. And two, we should fuck Severus blind.”


This had Lucius smirking even as Snape was choking on his own breath.


“That sounds entertaining,” the blond wizard told her. “So you would like us to fuck as well?”


She frowned. “You mean you don’t fuck already?”


“I am not gay!” Severus roared. “I am so sick of people thinking…” He paused and repeated calmly, “I’m not gay.”


“Really? Then you don’t know what you’re missing,” she sighed, looking over to Lucius. “I suppose you are not gay too?”


“No, I dare say that I am very heterosexual,” he murmured. “Why?”


“Well, if you were comfortable enough to fuck each other then you would be comfortable fucking me together,” she told him.


“We would be more than comfortable fucking you together, imp,” Severus said, making his way over to where she was. “Sit down and give me one of your feet.”


“If you insist,” she said, doing as he told her.


She watched as he removed her shoe and moved on to take the other off as well.


“So you like the name imp?” Lucius asked her as he was slipping his hand across her décolletage.


“Yes,” she gasped as Lucius nuzzled her neck and Severus began to trail kisses up her legs to her inner thighs. She turned her head, capturing Lucius’s mouth.


“Imp,” he growled, tearing her dress open. “We are going to fuck you blind.”


“Thank Merlin,” she muttered, falling back against him and clutched at Severus’s hair as his mouth attacked her clit with his tongue.


***


Hermione woke up slowly. She stretched out, feeling the man behind her pulling her tighter against his body. Blinking her eyes open, she looked over to see Lucius behind her. She looked in front of her expecting to see Snape, but found that they were by themselves.


“Hmm, imp, go back to sleep,” he mumbled against her ear.


“Where’s Severus?” she asked quietly.


Lucius kissed her ear. “He isn’t one to sleep with his lovers, not if he doesn’t have an emotional investment.”


“In other words since I am not Lilly Evans, he won’t stay,” Hermione replied, sitting up and pushing the blanket aside. “I best get going.” She stopped and looked out the window. “Unless you don’t mind me staying a bit…”


His arms went around her waist, pulling her back into the bed. Lucius recovered her, nuzzling her neck as he did so. Hermione’s hand went back and caressed his face. He caught her hand, kissing her palm. She let out a long sigh, turning to face him. Burying her face into his neck, as she combed her fingers through his hair. Within seconds, she fell sound asleep in his arms.


They ate breakfast at lunchtime. The house elves sat her at one end of the long dining table with Lucius was sat at the other end. Hermione picked up her full plate and moved to sitting right next to him. He found himself chuckling at the sight of her moving her chair closer still to him.


“I’ll have to be going soon,” she said casually. “There’s going to be a get together over at the Weasley’s.” Hermione smiled at his sneer. “True, Molly is a bit overbearing and Percy is…Percy, but the others are okay.”


“They are mongrels,” he muttered.


She sighed heavily. “And to think people consider you to be an elitist snob.” Taking a sip of her coffee, she went on to say, “You may not like them, but it doesn’t make them
less than the good people that they are.”


“Don’t lecture me!” he snapped.


“I wasn’t,” she replied. “But if I came off that way, I apologize.”


He blinked at her in shock. Hermione kept on eating. He hadn’t expected this from her, but then again he hadn’t expected her to fuck the daylights out of him and Severus at the same time. She speared one of the strawberries on his plate with a smirk. Oh yes, his imp was very unexpected in deed.