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Over the last few months, Hermione had learned that if she wiggled her toes inside her shoes during meetings, she could keep her face from announcing most of her thoughts to the world. Most.
Some days, like today, she also had to resort to biting the inside of her cheek too. She recalled the muggle phrase, “Bite your tongue and swallow blood.” It was especially fitting today.
“Which is why, despite Miss Granger’s well thought out proposal, I suggest we take time to consider the potential unintended consequences before we put it to a vote.”
Lucius Malfoy bowed deferentially toward Hermione’s end of the table, and she bit down even harder on her cheek as she smiled and gently inclined her head toward him in return.
Somehow the git had not only avoided Azkaban, but spent the last ten years worming his way back into the Ministry’s good graces. And now that he was on her budgeting committee, it was as if he’d dedicated his life to making hers as difficult as possible. The worst part of it was that he was truly fluent in the language of finances and business. No amount of research could compete with his half a century of hands-on experience. Any time he disagreed with her, he had valid points that she wished she’d foreseen.
It didn’t help that he was painfully beautiful. She tried and failed to ignore the way his shoulders filled out his robes and how his aquiline nose gave his profile an aristocratic quality. Anything he said in that clipped, elegant tone sounded brilliant merely because he said it with such infuriating confidence. She simply couldn’t compete and it infuriated her.
The other committee members agreed to reconvene in two weeks to vote on her proposal, and the meeting continued. She glanced at Lucius to find him already looking at her. She curled her toes inside her fashionable leather boots and adjusted her tailored robes to try and hide her agitation.
As soon as the meeting adjourned, she ducked out, heading straight to her office where she closed the door and rested her forehead on the wood and breathed out. Prior to Lucius joining the committee two months ago, while she’d felt a little out of her depth, she been confident she was quickly grasping the concepts necessary to change things for the better. Now that Lucius was breathing down her neck every time she opened her mouth, she’d never felt more overwhelmed.
She sat at her desk and tried to scour her proposal for the potential unintended consequences Lucius had alluded to in the meeting. A sharp rap on the door interrupted her thoughts, and she called out without thinking,
“Come in!”
Lucius' large frame filled the doorway, “May I take up a few minutes of your time, Miss Granger?”
Hermione froze. She’d worked hard to make sure she and Lucius were never in a room alone together and now here he was, in her office, alone.
“Erm, yes, have a seat.” She gestured toward the chair across from her desk.
Despite his height, he moved with surprising grace, easing himself into the arm chair and stretching his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. Leaning back, he looked entirely at ease, as if visits to her office were a regular occurrence.
“What can I help you with?” She asked curtly.
“I’m actually here to offer you my assistance,” If Lucius picked up on her tone, he gave no indication.
“Oh? How do you plan to do that, Lord Malfoy?” She was going to need new shoes if she kept wiggling her toes at this rate. She switched to the left side of her cheek and started biting down.
“You have good instincts and creative solutions. You’re a refreshing change from Macmillan and Selwyn’s dusty old ideas.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes. There was no way Lucius had come to her office to compliment her. What was his angle?
Lucius continued, “The issue is that you just don’t have enough experience managing this level of budget. Your budget at Magical Creatures was a tenth of this one. You also have no experience negotiating with these old codgers.”
“I know what my issues are, thank you.” Hermione stood, and walked around her desk. “If that’s all, Lord Malfoy,” She gestured toward the door.
Lucius remained seated, his handsome face staying pleasantly unbothered, “I can help you navigate all that before you submit your proposals.”
“So I’m meant to hand over my proposal to you before I submit it, so you can what? Have more time to rip it to shreds? Have an opportunity to steal any ‘creative solutions’ I come up with for yourself?”
“Now, now Miss Granger. As colleagues we must collaborate together in good faith. I have no intention of stealing your ideas. And it’s been made clear I don’t need any extra time to be able to ‘rip your proposal to shreds’ as you so eloquently put it.”
Hermione bristled. Without thinking she took a step forward, leaning over him where he sat. Despite their considerable size difference, she was able to use the fact that he was seated to her advantage.
“I’ve seen your methods first hand and want no part in your sly, underhanded machinations. I plan to do things the right way.”
“Ever the Gryffindor.” Lucius gave her a half smile, “You’re a clever witch, Miss Granger. If you want to win, you need to shed those heroic tendencies and use strategy. That’s certainly not against the rules.”
Hermione leaned back against the desk, “Why should I trust you?” she spat, letting her frustration color her voice. He was right, she did need to change tactics, but it was hard to do when she was still learning the job and trying to navigate everyone’s expectations. But she wasn’t about to admit that to Lucius.
Lucius stood up and slowly leaned toward her. The moment dragged on and she felt the warmth of his body as he placed his hands on the desk on either side of her, caging her in but not quite touching her. He leaned in and said almost in a whisper, “I’m standing in front of the next Minister of Magic. She just doesn’t know it yet.”
A loud rushing filled Hermione’s ears and her whole body trembled. Her breaths came in shallow bursts. She’d never told anyone her aspirations. How did he know?
Their eyes met and for what felt like eternity the two stayed just like that. Mere inches apart, breathing the same air, all her unasked questions waiting in the space between them. This was the closest they’d ever been, and Hermione realized just how much bigger than her he was.
His eyes shifted down to her lips, and she found herself licking them, anticipating his next move. But instead of moving closer to her, he took a step back and adjusted the sleeve of his robe. When he looked back up at her he was the picture of elegant restraint once more.
“Think it over, Miss Granger. I think we would make an excellent team.”
He turned and breezed out of her office, leaving where he left her, wondering if she was relieved or disappointed he hadn’t kissed her.
The next two days were uneventful, and Hermione barely saw Lucius. She caught glimpses of him in the halls or near the floo, but he didn’t even glance her way. The ball was in her court. She knew if she wanted to find out more about his plans she would need to seek him out.
Sitting at her desk, she stared at the blank parchment before her, trying to decide what to say. She knew what she should do, which was pretend that conversation with him never happened and continue on as usual. But he was right. She needed someone familiar with the behind the scenes politicking to help her. Lucius had decades of experience on her, he’d been greasing palms and making deals before she was even born. It would just be much easier if he was uglier and less charming.
Can you meet me in my office at 5:30, please?
HG
Short and to the point. She nodded, folded it into an airplane and sent it off to him. That done, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She tried to focus on the harm Lucius had done during the war. How terrified she’d been of him in the Department of Mysteries when she was a girl
It was no use. Yes she’d been terrified, but she remembered the velvet of his voice when he’d tried to convince Harry to let him help. She remembered a small part of her wishing they could trust him, and wanting Harry to say yes. They were just children and none of the adults around them were reliable. Hermione desperately wished Lucius was being honest and she could relinquish responsibility and be free to be a child.
Wrangling Ron and Harry was difficult enough, but because she was clever everyone expected her to come up with the plan every time. They all looked to her to understand the research and figure out the magic behind the Horcruxes. She’d been desperate for someone capable to take it all off her shoulders. Lucius’ voice had stuck with her that day, and she found herself wishing many times during the war that he was secretly working for Dumbledore and she could just hand him the reins.
She had never admitted any of that to herself until that moment sitting in her office, as she contemplated working with him. Had he changed? Could she trust him?
Ten years ago, she’d polyjuiced herself and sneaked into his trial to watch. He’d given very reasonable explanations for his behavior. Forced to take the mark as a youth, he had no choice in the trajectory of his life. Trapped as a Death Eater he was compelled to comply or watch his family be tortured. If Draco hadn’t taken the mark he would have been killed. Despite his situation, he’d still feigned incompetence with Voldemort, leading to Narcissa’s death.
But even now, Hermione remembered his haughty face in Florish and Botts all those years ago. How his prejudice rolled off his tongue so easily. Was he lying then or was he lying now? Either way Lucius was a masterclass in deception. Working with him was asking to be double crossed.
Hermione leaned forward and put her head in her hands. The fact that he was so good at playing the game was exactly why he could be just what she needed to get where she wanted to be. She thought of all the positive change she could bring as Minister.
Huffing she stood up and left the office to take a walk. She needed to clear her head before her meeting with Lucius.
***
Hermione cast a warming charm as she walked back to the Ministry building. The crisp December air left her with cold hands and wind tousled hair, but her mind felt clearer than it had all day. Her steps took on a brisk determination when she reached the hall to her office.
She stopped dead in her tracks in the doorway, Lucius was already in her office, leaning on her desk in the same position she’d been in when they’d ended their last conversation. She glanced at the clock. 5:15. Of course he’d shown up early to throw her off and gain the upper hand. If she was going to work with him she’d need to start thinking more like a Slytherin.
Lucius smirked at her. “I hope you don’t mind, my last meeting ended early.”
Hermione regretted casting that last warming charm. She suddenly felt flushed and the tips of her ears and cheeks burned.
“Erm, yes, that’s fine. I’m back now.” She started to shrug out of her coat and suddenly he was standing behind her, helping her with the heavy garment. Facing her, he reached over her shoulder and hung it on the coat rack behind her, looming over her once again. She clenched her fists as she tried not to let his proximity affect her. Was he doing this on purpose?
She ducked around him and sat down, relieved to put the desk between them.
“Your proposal. Walk me through exactly what you think should happen.”
Lucius sauntered over to the chair across from her and sat, crossing one of his long legs over the other.
“Let’s take a fortnight to rework this proposal. I’ll grease the wheels behind the scenes, you know, shake some hands, and make sure everyone’s on board. Then when you resubmit it, we’ll already have the votes.”
Hermione shut her eyes for a moment as she tried not to think about what he meant by, “grease the wheels.”
“Miss Granger.”
Her eyes flew open at the gentle rumble in his voice.
“I have no plans to do anything that will jeopardize your bid for Minister. I know you plan to run on transparency and integrity. Your image will remain unsullied.”
Hermione searched his face for deceit. When she’d applied for her current job, Ron had told her not to get her hopes up because no muggleborn had ever held the position. That’s when she’d broken things off with him. If she couldn’t tell her own partner about her dreams and ambitions, why were they together? All she wanted was someone to believe in her, but she never dreamt it would be Lucius Malfoy of all people.
Lucius let the silence sit between them and regarded her calmly while she mulled over what he said. Her heart clenched in her chest at the thought of someone genuinely believing she was going to be the Minister of Magic someday. That’s all she’d needed from Ron. She just wanted him to believe in her and support her. Lucius barely knew her and already understood the kind of campaign she wanted to run and how she wanted to be perceived.
“What do you think is wrong with the proposal as is?”
Lucius smiled the most genuine smile she'd ever seen from him, and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes gave him a boyish quality.
“It’s mostly fine but we do need to bolster some of the finer points and account for push back from Macmillan on the tax incentive portion.
Hermione turned the parchment so he could read it from his side of the desk and the two got to work. Two hours later found them both on Lucius' side of the desk, with Hermione perched on the arm of one of the chairs to bring her even with Lucius' height while they looked over their latest draft.
“The tax incentive is brilliant, we just need to reframe it during your presentation.”
Hermione looked at him quizzically, “Reframe it how?”
Macmillan is obsessed with the low birth rates since the war. Instead of merely giving the tax cuts to small business owners, we should give it to all witches and wizards under 30 years of age.”
Hermione’s jaw dropped. “Merlin! So you are trying to sabotage me! There’s no way Macmillan will agree to that! Even Fawley will balk! If I thought I could get away with that I would have included it in the original proposal.”
Lucius feigned hurt and put his hand over his heart dramatically. “Miss Granger, you wound me! I assure you if you present it correctly, Macmillan will be your strongest supporter.”
Hermione couldn’t help but smile at Lucius’ theatrics. She sighed in resignation. “How should I present it, then?”
“Macmillan is obsessed with the failing birthrates. Thirty years ago, witches were getting married at eighteen or nineteen and having four to five children, sometimes more. Now, we have an entire generation of unmarried wizards and witches who don’t appear to have any marriage plans. Research shows the two main causes are the population decline and economic downturn since the war ended.”
Hermione tried to wrap her mind around the fact that she and Lucius had read the same studies and came to the same conclusions based on the data. Did she even know him at all?
“Tax cuts for young people will incentivize both commerce and population. With the extra money, they’ll have the freedom to try starting a new business or a family or perhaps both. Even those who choose not to start families or businesses will have more disposable income to spend, generating more economic growth.”
“Exactly!” Hermione grinned up at Lucius, “So if I focus on the marriage and children portion and steer away from the business and commerce, I’ll have Macmillan on my side?”
“I can almost guarantee it, Miss Granger.” Lucius inclined his head toward her solemnly.
***
Over the next two weeks, Lucius and Hemermione spent hours honing her presentation and wording the proposal just right. Hermione was a little uncomfortable with some of the framing they had to do, leaning into archaic values and soothing reactionary concerns, but for the first time, she felt she had a chance at making actual change in wizarding Britain.
They did all their work after hours, usually in her office, but a few times they’d met at Lucius’ London flat. She tried not to think about how intimate those meetings were. Sitting on the couch, thighs almost touching as they scanned legislation and argued case law.
Hermione felt they needed to keep their professional alliance secret to avoid accusations of foul play or back door dealings, but Lucius thought it best to publicly align. He argued that the old, powerful men on the board needed to see her as a contender. They already respected Lucius and if they saw him as her mentor, whether they agreed with her or not, they would at least take her seriously.
Having Lucius as an ally would also afford her an amount of protection from the press. While Rita Skeeter still left her alone to this day, a fact that Lucius had pressed her on a few times, the rest of wizarding media considered her fair game. Now that she was an adult with a lot to lose, Hermione couldn’t afford to use the same tactics she’d used on Skeeter. Having Lucius run interference with the press could prove invaluable.
They planned to submit the proposal together, cementing themselves as a team in the minds of both the committee and the Ministry. Hermione was already bracing herself for the blow back, but she knew objectively Lucius was right.
The night before they were set to present their proposal to the committee, Lucius had invited Hermione to his flat for dinner. She’d agreed, thinking of it as a last minute study session before their big day, but every time she tried to bring up the project, Lucius steered the conversation toward pleasant topics. She’d let him change the subject, figuring they’d be working late into the night so it was fitting they should take a break.
After dinner, Lucius led them to the sitting area, but Hermione was surprised to see the table was clear instead of being covered in stacks of parchment and law books pulled from the Malfoy Library. Hermione perched on the edge of her seat, wine stem clutched in her hand.
“Don’t you think we should go over the presentation a few times, just to make sure we have everything?” She asked, her voice slightly more shrill than usual.
She always got like this before a big day. In school she’d studied into the early morning hours before exams, and as an adult she would wind herself up trying to prepare for any big event. Ron would grouse at her and then leave her alone to stress while he went to bed or went to the pub with the lads. She wondered if Lucius would just send her home since he didn’t seem to want to prepare with her.
“Miss Granger, you have prepared the material beautifully. Tonight you need to prepare yourself.”
She felt her brows furrow as she tried to understand what he meant.
Lucius sat next to her on the couch, angled to face her slightly. She could feel him chuckle beside her. Anytime she was this close to him, she was struck by how substantial he was. His graceful movements and elegant manners belied how physically imposing he was. She felt her heartbeat tick up.
“Let’s work on calming your mind. It’s an impressive machine, gears turning constantly, whirring with speed and accuracy. But, tonight it needs to rest.”
Hermione shifted a little to face him better and took a sip of wine. “I’m not very good at that, I’m afraid. I’ve tried meditation and even occulmency only works for a short time.”
Lucius telegraphed his movements as he slowly reached out and took her wine glass, setting it on the nearby table. “Do you trust me?”
She took a shaky breath and thought for a moment. “I want to trust you.”
“That will suffice for now.”
Lucius reached up and put one hand on either side of her temples. They were so close, eye contact felt far too intimate and she focused on his left ear.
“Look at me.” Lucius’ voice had dropped down to an almost whisper and her eyes flew to his.
The living room melted away, leaving her standing with Lucius in a sunny field of wildflowers. A gentle breeze pushed a curl across her face and Lucius reached up and tucked it behind her ear. Wherever they were, his touch still left a trail of sparks across her skin and she took a shaky breath. Lucius gestured to his right and she saw a picnic blanket on the ground with two glasses of wine and pile of books.
“Shall we?”
Hermione rushed over to the books, curious to see what they were and gasped when she saw a little red paperback on top of the stack. She picked it up and turned to him.
“How?”
“You mentioned you were rereading it, so I knew you’d have it somewhere in your memory already. We’re in my mind right now, but you still have access to your own mind as well.”
Almost a week prior she'd mentioned she'd been trying to reread one of her favorite books, Rebecca, but the proposal had taken all her time. He’d remembered and brought her a copy.
“Thank you,” She smiled then settled on the blanket, eager to pick up where she’d left off.
Lucius sat next to her and picked up a book too. When she glanced to see what he was reading, she was shocked to see he was reading a muggle science fiction book.
“You’re reading Anne McCaffery?” She gaped.
Lucius shrugged, “It has dragons.”
She shook her head and turned back to her book. The two sat like that for a long time, the sun warm on their faces, taking sips of wine between turning the pages of each book. After some time, Hermione realised she’d shifted and was leaning up against Lucius. He’d draped his arm over her shoulders and toyed with one of her curls as he read. She closed her eyes, only for a moment, and when she opened them she found herself back in the living room, laying partially on top of Lucius, his arm draped around her still.
She looked at the clock and found it was earlier than she thought it would be. She should go home, but she was comfortable and didn’t want to move. As soon as Lucius woke, he’d likely be mortified to find her sprawled on top of him, and wake her, so she closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the moment. It had been far too long since she’d slept in someone’s arms, and she’d missed the closeness.
Hermione drifted off again. This time her dreams traveled from a bright sunny meadow to a dark sensual place. Blood rushed through her and awoke desires she’d long suppressed. Something pressed between her thighs and she ground into it, whimpering when she found the friction she desperately needed. It still wasn’t quite enough, and she lifted her hips chasing the feeling.
“Miss Granger.”
Lucius’ familiar voice rumbled through her dream. She smelled him all around her and felt him beneath her. Hermione turned her face toward the voice, stubble rasping against her cheek, making her gasp. She pressed herself forward again, searching for more.
“Hermione.” A hand pushed her shoulder back, away from his delicious masculine scent and another hand pressed into her hip, lifting her away from him.
She woke up fully, face flushing with embarrassment as she realised she was partially straddling Lucius as he lay on the couch. His thigh was between her legs, which must have pressed against her, leading her to this shameful display. She sat up and scrambled away from him, almost falling off the couch in her haste.
“Easy, easy,” Lucius exclaimed as he used his hand on her hip to steady her.
“Sweet Circe!” she bit out, “I’m so sorry, erm, I’ll just go” Hermione tried to stand, but Lucius kept his hand on her hip and stopped her.
“Miss Granger, there’s no need to be ashamed. I very much enjoyed what we were doing; however, you didn't appear to be fully awake. You may not believe me, but I am a gentleman and not in the habit of taking advantage of young ladies who aren’t fully aware of their surroundings.”
Lucius brought his hand up to her cheek, brushing away a tear she didn’t realise had fallen.
“You liked it?” Hermione asked, shyly.
Taking the same thumb he’d used to smooth away her tear, he stroked it against her bottom lip. Hermione tasted the salt and gasped when he dipped the tip into her mouth. As she opened her mouth he pushed it in just a bit farther, and she sucked it slightly. Lucius groaned and shifted toward her.
“Hermione, you’re an intelligent, ambitious, driven witch. ‘Liked’ is an understatement. I would very much like to continue where we left off. I told you I’d help you clear your mind, and reading in a meadow is the most chaste of my methods.”
A jolt of electricity zipped through her at his words. Before she was done nodding, he pulled his thumb out of her mouth and tugged her back onto his lap.
“I need to hear you say you want this.” He growled into her ear.
“I want this.”
At her words he flipped her onto her back and rucked up her skirt, kissing and licking his way to her knickers, pressing his mouth over her through the fabric. Hermione had never been happier that she'd let Ginny talk her into updating her wardrobe including her underwear. She happened to be wearing matching silk today and Lucius murmured his appreciation as she pressed her hips up to his mouth.
She made a noise of disappointment as he pulled back and brought her skirt down. Lucius grinned, a dangerous glint in his eye, that reminded her of how ruthless he’d been in the Department of Mysteries all those years ago. A thrill coursed through her and she felt herself dampen even more.
“This is no place for a lady,” he declared, then picked her up as if she weighed nothing, throwing her over his shoulder and striding to his bedroom.
Hermione had never been manhandled like that before, and she found she loved it. Once he reached the bedroom he tossed her onto the bed, then climbed on top of her. One hand found her curls and tugged gently as he pressed his lips to hers.
He kissed her like he owned her. As if he had every right in the world to take what he wanted. Hermione had never been kissed like that before and it brought out a feral intensity in her she almost didn’t recognise. She’d enjoyed sex in the past, but she’d never felt that she could fully let loose without judgement or shame.
In that moment with Lucius, she let herself go and trusted he would catch her. While he kissed a trail down her neck, she tugged at the button of his shirt. Lucius smiled into her and snapped his fingers, vanishing both their shirts.
She lay back for a moment and took in the planes of his chest and width of his shoulders. She knew she was petite, but she’d never felt it as acutely as she did in that moment. The size difference should scare her, if he wanted to rip her to pieces with his bare hands he likely could, but instead it made her feel powerful. This huge, powerful wizard wanted her and she felt like a goddess.
While she was taking him in, he was doing the same to her. He ghosted his hands over her torso, pausing briefly over the scar that cut from her left breast to her rib cage.
Dolohov?” he asked, gently.
Hermione nodded. She’d never been ashamed of her scar, instead she wore it like a badge of honor. She’d received a war wound as a child and come out the other side stronger. Sometimes she wished it was somewhere visible so she could sport it proudly in public.
Lucius looked at it with unexpected reverence, running his hands along its length. She trailed her fingers along his muscular forearm, and he caught her thin wrist in his hand and held it up, inspecting the wand holster she’d designed.
“This is brilliant, Hermione, you could sell these and never have to work another day in your life.”
“I like that it’s a secret. I don’t want people knowing where I keep my wand.”
“And you say you’re not a Slytherin.” He dropped her arm and trailed kisses down her body, starting slowly, then increasing his intensity, drawing out gasps and moans from her. Unclasping her bra, he threw it, then focused on her nipples. Every time he sucked her nipple into his mouth she clenched down on nothing. She pushed her core toward him, trying to press against him and find some relief, but he held himself away from her.
“Ah, ah, ah, Witch. I’m enjoying this far too much.” He kept his attention on her breasts until she thought she might orgasm from that alone. He blew on her right nipple while he pinched the left between his thumb and forefinger, increasing the pressure incrementally until she was arching her back off the bed, babbling incoherently.
Lucius eased off, going back to peppering featherlight kisses over her torso, then slipped his hands into the waistband of her skirt. His fingers deftly undid the buttons and he slid it over her hips and down her legs. Pressing his mouth into her hip bone he nipped gently as he pulled the silk underwear down. Once she was fully exposed to him, he bent his head and licked a stripe through her core, tasting her arousal. She pushed up off the bed, as his tongue laved across her clitoris, causing her whole body to come alive.
She ran her hands through his long blonde hair, pressing his face back into her. She felt a puff of air against her thigh as he laughed.
“Eager, are we?”
Pulling away a little, he pressed a finger into her as he licked her again. Hermione didn’t even try to contain her moans as his long middle finger reached places she could never reach herself. He stroked her slowly from the inside as he started an excruciatingly slow rhythm with his mouth.
Hermione started begging as she pushed her hips up, “Please, please, please…”
She was so close all she needed was a little bit more, but instead Lucius slowed down, pressing his hand just above her pubic bone to keep her from lifting her hips.
Lucius kept his pace consistent, but just slow enough that she couldn't quite reach her peak. She tugged on his hair and wailed.
Lifting his head from between his legs, Lucius asked, “What do you want?”
“I want to come, Lucius, please! Why are you such a tease!?” She wanted to swat the self satisfied smirk from his face. She’d never been so aroused in her life.
“Do you know what I want, Miss Granger?” The dangerous glint was back in his eye, but Hermione was too far gone to consider all the things it could mean.
“What do you want?” she panted.
“I want the first time you come with me to be on my cock. I want you completely.”
With that, he surged up and notched himself at her entrance. Hermione was still processing what he said, when he slid into her in one unrelenting motion. She threw her head back as she tried to adjust to his considerable girth, but he didn’t give her time. He pulled out and slammed back into her, driving her higher on the bed.
She cried out in pleasure, her small hands gripping his shoulders as she clung to him.
Lucius reached under her and scooped his arm around her waist, then pulled her up so he was kneeling and she was straddling him. The only thing keeping her upright was his arm on her slender waist and his other hand cupping her plump buttocks. From there he lifted her off his cock and dropped her back down.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to find purchase as he lifted her and dropped her onto him again. Wailing into his neck she tried to wrap her arms around his chest, but her arms were slightly too short and she couldn’t get a good grip. Over and over he lifted her and pushed her back onto him, then he leaned back and angled his hips up and thrust into her.
This stroked something inside her she hadn’t know existed and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he continued lifting her like a rag doll and fucking into her. Hermione lost track of time, succumbing to the pleasure and letting Lucius take full control of the moment. A small part of her acknowledged that this was in part what she’d wanted all those years ago when she dreamt of someone taking the reins.
“Touch yourself, Hermione.” Lucius rumbled as he licked the shell of her ear.
It hadn’t even occurred to her to reach her hand around and touch herself to bring herself to orgasm, that’s how far gone she was. At his command, she started rubbing her clit. Each time he dragged himself across that bundle of nerves inside her, a wave of pleasure washed over her, each one larger than the next. He kept the same intensity for what felt like an eternity one last wave coursed over her and then she was flying, fireworks exploding behind her eyes, leaving her mind completely blank. Lucius kept thrusting into her, extending her orgasm until she was over stimulated and wrung out. She slumped against him barely holding on.
At that, Lucius let her slide down to the bed, then flipped her over, covering her body completely with his and pushing into her from behind. He put his arm under her waist again lifting her up to meet him at each thrust. Hermione lay completely limp beneath him, just taking what he gave her and floating on pleasure.
Lucius let her recover like that for a few minutes, then pressed his hand down, fingers finding her clit and keeping pace with his movements. Hermone wailed again, crying out each time her pressed into her as his fingers tormented her at the same time.
“I can’t go again!” She got out between cries, but Lucius didn’t stop.
“You will, trust me.” Lucius grit out as he drove into her again.
Soon she was grinding back onto him, chasing another orgasm. As she clenched around him, Lucius’ movements became erratic and he slammed into her with a shout, as they both found release. Lucius kept thrusting into her as his orgasm pulsed through his body, forehead touching the back of her head.
He slid out of her as he slumped onto the bed next to her and scooped her into his arms.
Hermione was completely drained and fell immediately into a deep sleep. She missed the way Lucius smirked to himself when he realised they’d never used a contraception spell. And she was sleeping far too deeply to hear anything he said after she’d dozed off.
“You’re perfect, little one.” Lucius said as he nuzzled into her and wrapped himself around her small frame. “I think I’ll keep you.”