A Special Visit to Azkaban

Hi everyone!

Ok, this has taken a while for me to get the courage to post. It all started with LaBibliographe's excellent story 'Beyond the Veil' and a certain picture of the lovely Lucius in prison, looking totally bereft. So, while reviewing her story, I came up with ideas of how I would love to visit Lucius in prison and 'cheer him up' and eventually started to form the idea of a Lumione story. Granted, that was over a year ago but I've never written Lucius before and I was a little cautious about posting it. But here we go, gonna be about 3 chapters, it is all finished though. Please review! Would like some opinions about my first Lucius story. I'll shut up now.

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Hermione couldn't believe she was actually about to walk into Azkaban prison, wearing one of the skimpiest outfits she owned.

It felt like some alternate reality, one where she had lost her head, blown aside all rational thought for one gorgeous blond wizard. Yes, one Lucius Malfoy had tempted her, ensnared her and now she set about claiming the wizard.

Hermione stood at the entrance of Azkaban, a chill going through her as she eyed up these monstrous doors once again. She really did hate this damn prison. The state of it, the smell that hit you as soon as you apparated here. She swore that it smelt like sushi, being so close to the sea. But she could do this, she would do it for Lucius.

She knew she had made the right choice with her outfit. Despite being a Gryffindor through and through, she had to admit that the Slytherin green lingerie set really suited her. Even if she did look like a harlot.

She was pleased with how she looked but, seeing as how it was for Lucius' eyes only, she made sure the belt of her long coat was tied securely. Taking a deep, calming breath, Hermione steeled herself and headed into Azkaban, ready to work her way to Lucius.

There were four guards on duty tonight and each of them had a peculiar request, most of them downright perverted. But it was necessary, all part of the price she had to pay. Her fame only took her so far and, unfortunately not far enough to sneak into Azkaban in the middle of the night, have her way with a prisoner and make sure no one ever found out about it.

The first guard wanted cakes and biscuits. Hermione was delighted with this and the rotund guard wasted no time in devouring everything.

The second and third guards, however, had each wanted a sponge bath. She tried to barter with them but to no avail. Unfortunately, Azkaban guards had no inclination for personal hygiene and Hermione barely stopped the vomit from rising. She had no choice but to give in and transfigure her long coat into the hazmat suit.

Thank Merlin for her muggle heritage. The hazmat suit idea had come to her the other day and she knew it would be the best idea, keep any prying eyes away from her and any unexpected fluids. None of the guards had seen under her raincoat and now she was fully protected.

The two guards stripped down and clambered into the double bath. Hermione's condtion that they bathe at the same time didn't seem to bother them. Steadying her nerves and fighting the urge to vomit in her suit, Hermione started to scrub.

Just because they wanted a sponge bath didn't mean she had to be gentle, Hermione adopted a quick and clinical manner, doing the bare minimum. Despite this, the pair of them obviously enjoyed the attention and started to get a bit too excited.

Hermione quickly finished, leaving them in the bath together, both clearly aroused and desperate for a partner. Splashes, moans and a 'harder, Tony' were the sounds that followed Hermione out of the room.

The mantra of 'Lucius, naked Lucius,' was all she could think of, hoping he would appreciate all she was doing to get to him. She at least deserved three orgasms, a total she was sure would go up, considering the last guard's request.

As well as keeping her protected, luckily the suit could be wiped clean and made sure she couldn't really feel what she was doing. The guard had gotten excited when he saw Hermione in rubber and quickly unbuckled his trousers and shoved them to his ankles. Hermione had been shocked he had the audacity to ask for a handjob, what happened to civilised society? Well, Azkaban was obviously the exception so Hermione had no choice.

Standing in front of him, her eyes fixed on a brick on the wall, Hermione got on with the job at hand, so to speak. Focusing on her naked Lucius mantra, Hermione upped her orgasm quota, deciding that if she didn't actually pass out from the pleasure, Lucius would owe her.

The combination of the rubber and Hermione's frantic, jerky movements on the guard's cock soon sent the man into orgasm, the witch eternally grateful for the protective clothing.

'All right girl,' the guard panted, 'on you go. You're welcome to visit as much as you want.' The leering grin the man gave her sent a shudder of revulsion through her and Hermione left the room quickly.

Already deciding this part of the memory would be banished to a pensieve forever, Hermione shuffled down the corridor to Lucius' cell. She had walked down this dank hall to his cell countless times since becoming his solicitor.

She really thought someone was playing a cruel joke when she had first been assigned to his case. Lucius had been none too happy either in the beginning but months working together to fight his case had brought them closer.

The desire she felt for him had been dismissed to begin with, cast aside and put down to stress and being single. But, soon enough, she couldn't ignore how she felt when she saw him, the tingle of excitement when she would catch his eye, the jolt of pleasure when she shook his hand. Hermione wanted to act on her desire but had feared rejection and ridicule.

Hermione needn't have worried though if her last visit was anything to go by. There had been a tension in the meeting, something different in the way Lucius acted towards her. She had thought he was perhaps going stir crazy in this place but the news that he had been pardoned had delighted Lucius.

So much so that Hermione could only melt in his arms when he kissed her. His delight at being set free had him striding over to her and claiming her mouth with a passion she had never felt before. Hermione froze in his arms for a second before her mind caught up and she clung to him. She was pressed against that hard body as Lucius devoured her, the kiss igniting the fire inside her.

She made sure Lucius knew she wanted this, that it wouldn't just be tossed aside as nothing. When both of them needed to breathe, they broke apart, staring at each other, both speechless. There were no words of apology, no shamed looks. Instead, he held her close, letting her feel his excitement and kissed her again.

This soft tender kiss affected her more than the last. Every cell in her body sparked and she almost forgot they were in a cell being watched. All sense and logic abandoned her and she just melted into him, this one kiss, Lucius, that was all that mattered.

Lucius had obviously retained some sense, gently easing the kiss. Hermione groaned with the loss of his embrace, the fire of his kiss.

'Until next time, Hermione,' he whispered, the deep cadence of his voice making her shiver in anticipation. She was almost ready to argue with him and scold him for leaving her wanting, Hermione had been brought hurtling back to reality when the door had clanged open and the guard announced it was time to leave.

Gathering her papers, Hermione's eyes never left Lucius and she could tell how much he wanted to banish the guard from the cell, clear the desk, rid them both of their clothes and shag her till neither of them could see straight. Not that she could tell all this detail from his eyes, her overactive imagination had just gone wild.

Desperate for one last taste of his lips, Hermione sauntered over to him and, pressing against that hard, muscular body, leant up to whisper.

'I'll be thinking of you tonight Lucius, will you be thinking of me?' She drew back to look at him, delighted with his stunned expression, and kissed him. A gentle kiss that held so much promise and it took every ounce of willpower for Hermione to turn and walk away from him. Hermione was amazed at how wanton she felt, adding an extra swish to her walk.

When she was out in the corridor, she turned back to catch one last glimpse of the wizard. Gone was the look of bewilderment and loneliness she had seen on his face the past few months. Now, it was a look of pure lust and Hermione couldn't wait, knowing they would set the bed alight with passion. Well, bed, table, floor, wall - any handy surface as far as that man was concerned.

Her eyes dropped as the door closed and Hermione blushed at the size of the tent in his prison trousers. She nearly threw herself at the door to reach him. The door closed before she could move and, with the leer of the guard dampening her desire, Hermione turned and left, her brilliant mind already forming a plan to pay a special visit to Lucius, to celebrate his release.

It had taken three days to get it all sorted - one of the dubious benefits to being one third of the Golden Trio. Hermione never exploited her fame but these were desperate times, desperate measures were called for. Now, after calling in quite a few favours, she was actually here and, pushing the door open, she set about claiming her wizard.


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