The Spring of the Satyr

THE SPRING OF THE SATYR
by Mignonette


Hermione Granger shivered as the late summer breeze cut through her thin sweater. She shuffled through the forest outside of Bath, kicking up desiccated leaves as she went along. To help ease the boredom she silently named the species of each leaf as it crunched under her trainers. "Oak, Beech, Elm,,," She bent to examine a leaf she didn't recognize "Ooh, Rowan!" She exclaimed. How exciting! She rolled her eyes and continued her walk.


She thought about her parents, sitting dutifully at the dentist's convention back at the Bath Spa Hotel lecture hall where they had been all week. She sighed, wondering what Harry and Ron were up to at the Burrow. If only she hadn't let her parents convince her that taking a holiday to Bath would be the greatest of fun. "The Architecture! The Shops! The Museums!" Yeah, right. Hermione had spent the last four days, mostly reading and walking alone through the ancient woods. She'd looked at the famous mineral springs in disgust. How many fat, sweaty tourists had used that water over the years? She wouldn't be caught dead, even if they HAD been open for bathing! Local restaurants sold authentic spa water and at her parent's urging she'd tried it. Yuck! She'd rather have polyjuice potion!


Vaguely, she remembered reading something about a lost magical colony here, she wished she could remember more details, researching the town's magical history might make her stay here more interesting. She thought she'd been researching something for Harry at the time and it hadn't seemed very important.


She plopped down in front of a tree and pulled her I-Pod and a dog-eared book out of her backpack. She put on her earphones and started the music. There were advantages to having a foot in both the wizard and non-magical worlds, muggle music definitely being one of them. She smiled as a Mozart concerto filled her ears. She liked some popular music, but classical was her one true love.


She lay back and opened the well-read book. "Rebecca" by Daphne du Maurier had been her very favorite book since she had first discovered it in her parent’s library. Her mother thought it had been too "adult" for a normal nine year old child, but Hermione had never exactly been "normal". She lost herself in first line of the story. “Last night I dreamed I went to Manderley again.” Ahh! In her opinion Maxim DeWinter was the sexiest man in literature, all intensely brooding and mysterious. She giggled as she thought of Ron playing the roll of the dashing master of Manderley. Ron made her laugh but no one would ever call him intensely brooding or mysterious!


***


Lucius Malfoy stumbled over a root for what seemed the thirtieth time. "Damn!" He cursed. He held out the parchment six inches in front of him, then twelve, eyes not being what they used to be, (he was MUCH too vain for glasses), and tried to read. He'd travelled around the world to find the last wizard in the universe who knew about this place, finally after six grueling months had located him in Romania. He'd paid a grotesque amount of money for this map, and now had staggered around this godforsaken forest for hours looking for this fucking thing. Was it even here?


Lucius, growing more frustrated by the moment, amused himself by planning the swindling old bastard's painful demise if this had all been for nothing. His eyes on the parchment, Lucius didn't see the large root sticking up to knee height and crashed into it painfully. "Shit!"


The profanity pierced through the music in Hermione's ears. Her heart thudding, she pulled the ear buds out and set down the book, careful to make no sound. She chanced to glance around the tree trunk and she saw him, hopping up and down and rubbing his knee. If it would have been any other wizard Hermione would have found the sight comical, but nothing about Lucius Malfoy was comical. Even in the ordinary muggle jeans and black turtleneck sweater he wore he projected an image of sheer menace.


She crouched back down, making herself as small as possible. Her heart began to thud painfully in her chest. What was he doing here? Had he come to kill her? There was no further sound from him for several minutes. Hermione couldn't stand the suspense. She peered back around and saw him holding up an ancient looking piece of parchment, reading, twisting it to and fro and squinting through the trees. A map, she surmised. Breath and heartbeat slowing, she realized there had to be another purpose to his visit here, no one was selling maps to her location after all. He started walking again, mumbling curses to himself. Hermione waited silently, breath held, until he was several yards ahead of her. She could tell from the concentrated determination furrowing his brow that he had a very specific destination in mind. It suddenly occurred to her that he was probably up to no good. Perhaps he was headed to some secret and sinister meeting, something concerning You-Know-Who. Harry would need to know. She decided to follow.


Carefully she worked her wand out of her backpack and stood up, hiding behind the tree trunk. She crept, as quietly as possible from tree to tree, doing her best to keep the elder Malfoy in sight. She cringed as her foot cracked a large fallen branch and ducked out of sight. Her heart pounded as she imagined him coming back to investigate, finding her there, killing her. She waited, hyperventilating, for what seemed like an hour. He didn't come back. As she took a breath and peered around the tree she realized that in her terror she had lost sight of her quarry. Damn! She crept ahead again, more quickly this time, eyes scanning the woods for any sign of the blonde wizard. As she neared the top of a small hill she froze. There, below her perch on the hill, she saw him. She dropped to her belly and lifted her head to watch.


Lucius shouted with joy as he stood before a small bubbling spring on the forest floor. He'd found it! Sinking to his haunches her peered into the water, water which many years ago had caused the destruction of an entire wizard colony.


According to a legend he had discovered in an old, moldy book in the manor library, this spring had the power to "rejuvenate" a flagging libido. The ancient inhabitants, both young and old, had literally fucked themselves to death. The last wizard remaining, seeing his dead friends and family, altered the enchantment to the best of his ability, lessened it, before moving away.


According to the old wizard who'd sold him the map, he was the last living descendant of that last wizard. He told Lucius how the spring would indeed rejuvenate him, but on a much, much lesser scale. He’d verbally given Lucius the "rules" concerning the spring along with the map. Nothing too hard, just a few things to remember.


Lucius sighed and began to disrobe, pulling the turtleneck over his head and unbuttoning the jeans. He let the clothes drop on the dead leaves and stood naked in the chilly air staring at the simmering water. If anyone knew that wizard lothario Lucius Malfoy needed the services of the Spring of the Satyr! How they would smirk and talk about him. He knew people had long suspected that his legendary stamina came from a magical source, and now they would be right. He hugged his arms to his body, fighting the chill along with the shame.


When Narcissa had forbidden him her bed shortly after Draco had been born he'd been devastated. He had loved her until then, even for a while afterwards. Not matter how hard he’d tried to win her affections, she’d never thawed. He wasn’t sure that she had ever been capable. But oh how the rejection had hurt! He soon found that the only way to rebuild his broken heart and damaged confidence was by bedding as many beautiful witches as possible. He had honed his charm to an art form, rutting through most of the pure blood witches of a certain age in England. He’d been considering widening his hunting grounds to Scotland and Wales, only,, it wasn't as easy as it used to be. The sight of a naked witch, no matter her beauty or allure, no longer always had the desired effect.


He remembered his horror the first time it had happened as if had been only yesterday. Lovely pureblood debutante Sylvia Clearwater, of the sluttish reputation and shimmering chestnut hair, had been naked on her knees before him, his member in her luscious, talented mouth and then it,,, happened. One moment his erection, if not entirely the steel it had been in his youth, but still quite firm, was sliding between her lips and the next it was,,, gone. She'd tried every trick she knew to bring it back to life before giving up. It had cost Lucius a hundred galleons to buy her silence. It had happened several times since, but none had been as traumatic as that first.


With a sad little grimace Lucius jumped down into the water. He gasped and clenched his teeth at the temperature. It was true he enjoyed his showers hotter than most, but this was ridiculous! The spring was just slightly over waist deep, with a silky sand bottom and high, wall-like sides. The water itself seemed to sparkle, as if made of quicksilver. It had a strange aroma, metallic almost, but with a slight hint of,,,, berries? Lucius bent backwards and ducked his head under the water. He took a small amount into his mouth and swirled the burning liquid around his mouth as he might have done with a fine wine. He grinned. "Pungent, full-bodied, with a strong bite of strawberry." Standing, he twisted his long hair into a knot and rubbed the magical water over his chest and shoulders, finally relaxing as his body grew accustomed to the temperature. He leaned back against the wall of the pool and closed his eyes.


A moment later those eyes flew open in alarm and he groaned softly as the magic began to take effect. Almost involuntarily, his hand reached to encircle his quickly expanding prick, forefinger and thumb sliding up and down the head. It was really working! It had been years since he had felt this much sensation, if he had ever! The old man told him that he must reach orgasm 3 times before exiting the pool in order for the waters to have any lasting effect. So far so good. He worked his hand faster and faster over his swollen flesh and let out an involuntary yelp as the most intense orgasm of his life rocked his whole being. The waves of pleasure grew and grew until he thought he would pass out. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the spasms ebbed, leaving Lucius gasping for breath.


***


When he had first begun to remove his clothing her interest in the wizard had changed from one of suspicion to one of,,, something entirely else. As he stood there naked, staring at that strange little pool, Hermione's eyes drank up the sight of his marble perfection. Oh dear! She thought. She was looking at her first real-live naked man, and of all people it was Lucius Malfoy!


She was momentarily disappointed when he disappeared under the water, but quickly overcame it when he came back up. His skin, lovely and ivory before, was now actually glowing with swirling iridescence! He raised his body, stretching his muscular frame and she saw that the organ with had hung soft and unthreatening between his legs before entering the water, had more than doubled in size and was standing up against the firmness of his stomach. Was it supposed to be that big?


She stared, bug-eyed, as he'd run the pearly water over his body as if he were massaging in hot oil. Hermione felt an unfamiliar tingle between her legs and the strangest clenching spasms tightened her abdomen. When he'd leaned back and taken his hardness in his hand Hermione actually stopped breathing. Suddenly her eyes felt like sandpaper and she realized she’d forgotten to blink. Her breathing was ragged, almost as ragged as his, and the heat between her legs threatened to consume her. She unbuttoned her jeans and reached a hand inside. Inexpertly, she ground her hips down against her hand and the cold damp earth, all the while watching the incredibly sexy wizard in the pool,,, wishing, wishing,, she didn't really know what she was wishing for, but she wished for it desperately.


As she felt herself about to reach some magical peak she forced herself to stop. Lucius had begun again. He lay on his back, floating on top of the water, hands one on top of the other pumping up and down on his large organ. He grunted and groaned with the most guttural and erotic sounds Hermione had ever heard. She whimpered and stroked herself slowly, unwilling to finish while this beautiful, mysterious man performed for her. Lucius cried out again, as if in pain and continued to whimper as thick white fluid spurted up and covered his chest and stomach. Sweat trails streaked down his agonized face and he sobbed with relief as the spasms abated. Hermione's fingers slid over her slimy, swollen clit and a loud moan escaped her.


He froze. "Who's there!" Lucius, still breathless, was instantly alert. Shit! He thought glumly. The first few noises he had heard had been chalked up to nothing more than imagination or animals. The feminine groan he had just heard was definitely not his imagination or an animal. "Who is there!?" He repeated commandingly. Using his arms he lifted himself almost out of the water. Damn,, his wand was out of reach. How could he be so careless! He refused to just jump out of the magical waters and retrieve it. The spring's spell would only work on a wizard once in a three year period. If he stopped now it would all be for nothing.


"Show your fucking self or I swear you will regret it!" He bellowed.


Hermione lay frozen, too scared to even remove her hand from her jeans. Shit! After a moment she dared to lift her head and look back towards the pool. Her eyes instantly locked on to the supernaturally gorgeous ice colored eyes of the wizard in the pool. She saw his irritated expression turn to shock as he recognized her.


"Miss Granger?" He inquired in wonder. What the fuck was Potter's little muggle whore doing watching him masturbating in Bath? Had Potter put her up to this? Would she be reporting all of this back to her little band of freaks? Oh, the humiliation would be excruciating! Word would get out,, and oh gods,,, Narcissa would hear! He would never live it down! He had never felt so angry and defenseless in his life. The mudblood bitch would pay!


"Miss Granger, I command that you come here,,, NOW!"


His voice brooked no disobedience. Hermione, shaking like a proverbial leaf, stood slowly. Her cheeks were stained cherry red. Leaves and other forest debris stuck out of her hair at odd angles. Lucius took this in. Interesting!. He looked her up and down and noticed that her jeans were unbuttoned and panties pushed down below the zipper. It was obvious the little mudblood witch had been enjoying herself watching him. Even more interesting!


The magic of the water had refused to let his bursting cock go limp. Even now, after the two most painfully intense orgasms of his life, his prick was jumping and twitching against his stomach. The sight of the deliciously guilty and obviously aroused little witch was making it almost impossible to resist touching himself again. He had another, more satisfying thought.


His voice changed from an enraged growl into his usual sensuous, arrogant drawl. "Come here Miss Granger." He smiled knowingly at her and rubbed a hand suggestively up and down his damp chest. "I promise I will not hurt you. Just come closer and let me talk to you".


Hermione saw him smile and a painful lump formed in her throat. Gods he was so very beautiful! She knew without doubt that he was evil, but shit, was there ever a man so fucking perfect? She knew that most girls her age would not find him as appealing as she did. They preferred younger, more classically handsome,, boys. What was beauty without intelligence, fire and character? The man before her was,,, challenging, dangerous. SO sexy.


She felt her legs move towards him, against her will. A loud and annoying voice screamed inside her head, shouting for her to RUN, run back to safety, run to her parents, run to Albus Dumbledore! This wizard was dangerous! Yet she continued, her trembling legs nearly giving out as she made her way slowly down the hill. She glanced down and noticed for the first time that her jeans were still unbuttoned. She turned a deeper shade of crimson and fumbled with the fastener. Oh Merlin, he had to know what she had been doing! Sweat broke out on her forehead, making her feel clammy in the crispy air.


"What are you doing Hermione?" The annoying voice in her head grew louder. "Have you gone completely fucking mental?" Here she was, virginal, muggle-born, “bookish” Hermione Granger actually walking nearer to the naked, evil, but oh-so-desirable death-eater. What was bloody wrong with her? "What will you do next, you git, take candy from a stranger? Play in the street? Go for a swim immediately after eating?" She cursed her blasted, traitorous, trainer-clad feet as they drew her ever nearer the steaming pool. She plucked up her courage and met Lucius' piercing grey eyes again.


"Did you like what you saw Miss Granger?" Lucius asked softly. Gods, he should bottle that voice! He ran his hands over his sculpted abdominals and down towards his engorged prick. He watched her deep brown eyes follow the movements of his hands. He smiled languidly, fighting with every fiber in his being to keep his lust under control. She looked so very young and frightened, deliciously so. He had never thought to seduce so young a witch, not strictly because of any moral standard, after all morality was for lesser beings, no, only because he usually found that the younger the woman the more emotional she became afterwards. Lucius had no interest in emotion. He had loved once, deeply, and he'd had his heart shattered as a reward. No, pure lust was easier.


He caught her eyes again. "I said did you like what you saw?" He repeated more firmly. "Answer me Miss Granger!”


"Yes." Hermione breathed in a voice that sounded nothing like her own. She heard him chuckle and felt a spark of anger swell in her chest. The bastard was laughing at her! She grew more courageous. "I've never seen a grown wizard wanking off before. It was,, educational." She said, trying desperately to sound as nonchalantly sophisticated as she could manage.


"So, you've seen a younger wizard touch himself?" Lucius challenged back, his hand now fisting around his dick.


"No, not exactly." Hermione replied honestly, feeling the anger leeching out as she watched his face clench in a wave of passion. She had to get out of there! Without another word she turned her back and began to walk away.

Lucius could not explain the panic that gripped him as he watched the young witch make her way back up the hill. No, it was true that he didn't want her to get back to safety and spread this embarrassing tale, but he couldn't honestly say that fear was the only emotion filling him. Now that the thought had occurred to him, he wanted her, desperately.


"Hermione, please!" He called out, allowing a note of pleading into his voice. "At least hand me my clothes so that I can get out and we can discuss this properly. You can take my wand until we are back in civilization. I swear I won't hurt you!" He saw her pause in her ascent and held his breath. He held his smile inside as she turned back to him. Her eyes scanned the ground and settled on his pile of clothing. It lay several feet from his outstretched hand; his wand lay on a rock, several feet farther.


Against all better judgment and common sense she walked slowly back down the hill. She kept her eyes firmly locked on his, watching for any sign that he was prepared to spring. She picked up his wand off the rock and stuffed it securely into the back pocket of her jeans. Her own wand shook in her hand. She picked up his pile of clothing and a whiff of the most intoxicating, masculine cologne she could have imagined invaded her senses and left her lightheaded. Fighting an urge to bury her nose in the fabric, she held the clothes out before her and crept closer to the wizard in the water. "Here." She said, handing the pile to him.


Hermione shrieked in terror as his hand closed suddenly around her wrist. She tried to aim her wand at her attacker, but he was too quick for her. Her wand was easily snatched from her trembling fingers. She watched in horror as Lucius threw it deeply into the forest. "You won't be needing that." He sneered. A lecherous grin split his handsome face and suddenly Hermione knew what was about to happen.

End of Part One