Of Lovers and Love
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
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1
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5,160
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11
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Of Lovers and Love
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When had it happen? When had a simple sexual fling become something more? Lucius watched as his witch danced and laughed with other men, something that she had never done with him in public. Jealousy prickled at his nerves, even as the curly haired witch threw back her head and laughed all the louder at something Black said to her.
Hermione Granger, witch extraordinaire, had business with his son. It had been on one of those days that they had first become lovers. She had a fight with Draco, yet again. They had at one time been intimate, though the relationship had been anything but what one would call smooth going by anyone’s standards.
Hermione had run straight into his chest in her attempt to escape the manor house. She had been shaking with outrage and was as close to completely losing her temper as he had ever seen her come to it. Lucius had half expected her to hit him. But what she had done, completely flummoxed him. She had kissed him. Not the sweet, yet placid, kiss of a new lover, but it was the full and lust filled one of long time paramours.
It had been a long time, he thought. So fucking long since a woman had kissed his mouth with such passion, such need, as to make him weak with it. His wife had never kissed him so and whores for the most part didn’t kiss at all. Nor, Lucius contemplated at a different time with a shudder of disgust, did any sane wizard want them doing so.
And then the power came, lust hot and fast that had Lucius wrapping his arms around her. His fingers delved into her hair, forcing the kiss to go ever deeper. He lashed out his arm, clearing the nearest surface and managed to break a priceless jade urn in the process. Not that he cared or even bothered to think about until days later. He lifted her up and rested her ass down on the edge even as his other hand was going between her thighs and tearing off her panties from beneath her skirt. He pocketed them, starting a tradition of sorts, something she told him that he must stop sooner or later as it would be odd for him if it were discovered that he had more of her panties than she did.
He felt her hands, those small yet ever efficient hands, undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. In that moment, he had no doubt that he had never been as hard before. Growling against her mouth, his fingers delved into her. Her gasping his name had him shivering with the desire to be in her. Foreplay? Was there a need of it? He didn’t know, but she was wet and getting all the wetter as they continued kissing, devouring the others sanity with the flavor of their need.
Lucius pushed into her and was soon balls deep into the witch. He had fucked her like a man possessed. And Hermione, she had given as good as she got. They each had torn at the other’s clothing, forgetting that they could have easily done away with it all with magic. But coherent thought had nothing to do with their mating. She had revealed the hard muscled body that he was so proud of and he exposed the soft lush curves of hers. Dare he say it, she was his feast for the taking. And he took.
He tasted, bit, and lapped. Lucius savored her flavor like a starving man. But the witch wasn’t passive, not in the least. Hermione’s nails stung at his back and her heels dug into his thighs, trying to move him all the more within her wriggling body. Her mouth kissed with the same ease that it bit or nipped. But for each slight offense of her teeth, it was lapped away by the velvet caress of her tongue.
But like many a fire that started out too hot, it ended too soon. He flooded her hot tight cunt as she too was cumming. Simultaneous climax. He had thought it a myth. Certainly he had thought it jest. But there it had been, he had made her cum at the same time as himself. She obviously had been ready to do so before they had fucked, he told himself trying to explain it away. Panting against her temple, he felt their sweat slicked skin still pressed together despite the fact that he didn’t know where the energy was coming from to keep them upright.
Minutes passed with neither of them moving, each seeming to inhale the others breath, as they stayed still. Perhaps if they stayed that way long enough, they would wake up? Figments of imagination aside, he had never been that creative in his sexual fantasies. Why create a fantasy, he thought, when one could live the reality of the moment, of the witch.
But the afterglow wasn’t to last. Hermione was pressing him away and stumbling to her feet as she was trying to gather her thoughts along with her clothing. Words spilled out of her in a torrent that was very little understood until later when he had his wits about him. Mistake. Shouldn’t have happened. Why him?
She had tried to run out, but he had found her kneeling and rocking on the ground. Hermione was holding her things to her chest as she stared to the front door. Her fire whiskey colored eyes turned to him, disbelief as well as a bizarre acceptance warred within the orbs. We shouldn’t have, she told him. We should never do it again. Her words were like acid. Had it been that bad, he began to ask himself—that is until her next hoarse words left her lips.
But if you don’t fuck me again, I think I would die.
Scooping her off of the ground, he took her straight over to his bedchamber and directly into his bed.
Two years now they had shared each other’s bodies and for two years they had both kept their silence. At first it was because of her friends and then it was because of Draco. Her friends who were more like family to her than her own muggle one now that she lived exclusively in the wizarding world had told her that they had only wanted her happiness. Draco was now married to Pansy and living in Greece.
There was no reason why they couldn’t come right out and tell everyone. Lucius felt her hesitation about letting the others know, but had said nothing about it. He had even told her that whenever she was ready to allow others to know of them, it was fine. But then that damnable wedding happened. No, he thought, it wasn’t just one wedding, but a series of them as it would seem all of her friends were getting wed and all it felt like at the same time. But it was the last one that seemed to hit him the hardest.
It riled him to know that she was spending so much time with other men. Merlin! But she had gone to the bachelor party! He had gone as well with Severus in tow only to discover that she hadn’t been the only female to attend. But then those asses began selling off his witch’s virtue as if they had the right to do so. True, they were drunk and it did his mind good to know that they hadn’t a clue to her state of non-virginity. But he was going to be damned if anyone other than himself would win it. And so he made the bid, alerting Hermione as to his presence there at the pub.
The next day she had come to him crying about the ill colored tent that bitch of a bride was making her wear. He fixed it of course, as he hated to see her weep. He had suggested gently that he come to the wedding. Sniffling she muttered to him that they were taking bets on who he was and how long their relationship had been. Worrying her lower lip she asked if they could play a prank on them all.
And so he had with the help of Severus Snape as well as Blaise Zabini. But now months later, he was wondering if he should have done it at all. Pursing his lips, he went back to watching his witch as she flitted about like a butterfly and flirted with most of the men she spoke with.
Getting up, he walked over to her and stood there until she turned to face him. Smiling at him in a way that made his gut melt even as it made his cock hard, she stepped a little closer to him to play with the buttons of his robes.
“Lucius,” she cooed, clearly intoxicated. “What can I do for you?”
He stood up all the straighter as he muttered, “It’s late.”
Understanding lit her eyes, as she threaded her fingers through his as she said, “Then let’s be off, shall we?”
They left, never taking note of the others there staring at them in shock or even how Luna Longbottom looked to her husband Neville as she said, “I don’t know why you should be surprised. I told you it was him.”
FIN
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There you go! Hope you guys like it. Review to let me know. I was trying something new. The feedback is especially important for this one. So pretty please, REVIEW!!!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
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When had it happen? When had a simple sexual fling become something more? Lucius watched as his witch danced and laughed with other men, something that she had never done with him in public. Jealousy prickled at his nerves, even as the curly haired witch threw back her head and laughed all the louder at something Black said to her.
Hermione Granger, witch extraordinaire, had business with his son. It had been on one of those days that they had first become lovers. She had a fight with Draco, yet again. They had at one time been intimate, though the relationship had been anything but what one would call smooth going by anyone’s standards.
Hermione had run straight into his chest in her attempt to escape the manor house. She had been shaking with outrage and was as close to completely losing her temper as he had ever seen her come to it. Lucius had half expected her to hit him. But what she had done, completely flummoxed him. She had kissed him. Not the sweet, yet placid, kiss of a new lover, but it was the full and lust filled one of long time paramours.
It had been a long time, he thought. So fucking long since a woman had kissed his mouth with such passion, such need, as to make him weak with it. His wife had never kissed him so and whores for the most part didn’t kiss at all. Nor, Lucius contemplated at a different time with a shudder of disgust, did any sane wizard want them doing so.
And then the power came, lust hot and fast that had Lucius wrapping his arms around her. His fingers delved into her hair, forcing the kiss to go ever deeper. He lashed out his arm, clearing the nearest surface and managed to break a priceless jade urn in the process. Not that he cared or even bothered to think about until days later. He lifted her up and rested her ass down on the edge even as his other hand was going between her thighs and tearing off her panties from beneath her skirt. He pocketed them, starting a tradition of sorts, something she told him that he must stop sooner or later as it would be odd for him if it were discovered that he had more of her panties than she did.
He felt her hands, those small yet ever efficient hands, undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. In that moment, he had no doubt that he had never been as hard before. Growling against her mouth, his fingers delved into her. Her gasping his name had him shivering with the desire to be in her. Foreplay? Was there a need of it? He didn’t know, but she was wet and getting all the wetter as they continued kissing, devouring the others sanity with the flavor of their need.
Lucius pushed into her and was soon balls deep into the witch. He had fucked her like a man possessed. And Hermione, she had given as good as she got. They each had torn at the other’s clothing, forgetting that they could have easily done away with it all with magic. But coherent thought had nothing to do with their mating. She had revealed the hard muscled body that he was so proud of and he exposed the soft lush curves of hers. Dare he say it, she was his feast for the taking. And he took.
He tasted, bit, and lapped. Lucius savored her flavor like a starving man. But the witch wasn’t passive, not in the least. Hermione’s nails stung at his back and her heels dug into his thighs, trying to move him all the more within her wriggling body. Her mouth kissed with the same ease that it bit or nipped. But for each slight offense of her teeth, it was lapped away by the velvet caress of her tongue.
But like many a fire that started out too hot, it ended too soon. He flooded her hot tight cunt as she too was cumming. Simultaneous climax. He had thought it a myth. Certainly he had thought it jest. But there it had been, he had made her cum at the same time as himself. She obviously had been ready to do so before they had fucked, he told himself trying to explain it away. Panting against her temple, he felt their sweat slicked skin still pressed together despite the fact that he didn’t know where the energy was coming from to keep them upright.
Minutes passed with neither of them moving, each seeming to inhale the others breath, as they stayed still. Perhaps if they stayed that way long enough, they would wake up? Figments of imagination aside, he had never been that creative in his sexual fantasies. Why create a fantasy, he thought, when one could live the reality of the moment, of the witch.
But the afterglow wasn’t to last. Hermione was pressing him away and stumbling to her feet as she was trying to gather her thoughts along with her clothing. Words spilled out of her in a torrent that was very little understood until later when he had his wits about him. Mistake. Shouldn’t have happened. Why him?
She had tried to run out, but he had found her kneeling and rocking on the ground. Hermione was holding her things to her chest as she stared to the front door. Her fire whiskey colored eyes turned to him, disbelief as well as a bizarre acceptance warred within the orbs. We shouldn’t have, she told him. We should never do it again. Her words were like acid. Had it been that bad, he began to ask himself—that is until her next hoarse words left her lips.
But if you don’t fuck me again, I think I would die.
Scooping her off of the ground, he took her straight over to his bedchamber and directly into his bed.
Two years now they had shared each other’s bodies and for two years they had both kept their silence. At first it was because of her friends and then it was because of Draco. Her friends who were more like family to her than her own muggle one now that she lived exclusively in the wizarding world had told her that they had only wanted her happiness. Draco was now married to Pansy and living in Greece.
There was no reason why they couldn’t come right out and tell everyone. Lucius felt her hesitation about letting the others know, but had said nothing about it. He had even told her that whenever she was ready to allow others to know of them, it was fine. But then that damnable wedding happened. No, he thought, it wasn’t just one wedding, but a series of them as it would seem all of her friends were getting wed and all it felt like at the same time. But it was the last one that seemed to hit him the hardest.
It riled him to know that she was spending so much time with other men. Merlin! But she had gone to the bachelor party! He had gone as well with Severus in tow only to discover that she hadn’t been the only female to attend. But then those asses began selling off his witch’s virtue as if they had the right to do so. True, they were drunk and it did his mind good to know that they hadn’t a clue to her state of non-virginity. But he was going to be damned if anyone other than himself would win it. And so he made the bid, alerting Hermione as to his presence there at the pub.
The next day she had come to him crying about the ill colored tent that bitch of a bride was making her wear. He fixed it of course, as he hated to see her weep. He had suggested gently that he come to the wedding. Sniffling she muttered to him that they were taking bets on who he was and how long their relationship had been. Worrying her lower lip she asked if they could play a prank on them all.
And so he had with the help of Severus Snape as well as Blaise Zabini. But now months later, he was wondering if he should have done it at all. Pursing his lips, he went back to watching his witch as she flitted about like a butterfly and flirted with most of the men she spoke with.
Getting up, he walked over to her and stood there until she turned to face him. Smiling at him in a way that made his gut melt even as it made his cock hard, she stepped a little closer to him to play with the buttons of his robes.
“Lucius,” she cooed, clearly intoxicated. “What can I do for you?”
He stood up all the straighter as he muttered, “It’s late.”
Understanding lit her eyes, as she threaded her fingers through his as she said, “Then let’s be off, shall we?”
They left, never taking note of the others there staring at them in shock or even how Luna Longbottom looked to her husband Neville as she said, “I don’t know why you should be surprised. I told you it was him.”
FIN
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There you go! Hope you guys like it. Review to let me know. I was trying something new. The feedback is especially important for this one. So pretty please, REVIEW!!!