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Somebody\'s Watching Me	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 11241 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Somebody’s Watching Me
By: Snapes_Goddess

(WARNING: I have no idea….***shakes head and shrugs***….forgive me.)

I always feel like, somebody’s watching me…

“That mudblood chit Granger is staring at me,” Lucius Malfoy said with a frown to his son. From across the room Hermione Granger was boldly staring him down, almost as if she were challenging him to do something about it.

“Hunh…maybe she finds you attractive,” Draco teased; curious himself as to why Granger would be staring at his father so boldly. “She’s newly single, actually. Rumor in the Quidditch locker room from Weasley is that she’s frigid. I’m more inclined to think Weasley just isn’t up to pleasing a witch but who knows.”

“I’m old enough to be her father,” Lucius snorted, staring back just as boldly at the young woman. She wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes. He wouldn’t call her a beauty, not in the traditional sense. She was interesting. She was probably of average height for a woman; her figure was soft and nicely formed in a bronze colored cocktail dress that clung beautifully to every curve. Her hair was a riot of curls that draped over her shoulders, the ends curling around an attractive pair of breasts that made his palms itch to touch them.

“Lost your vim and vigor, eh?” Draco taunted, his head tilted to the side as he watched Granger slowly run her tongue over her lips, her eyes lowering and her expression turning rather seductive as she stared at his father. His stomach turned a little when he realized that she actually was looking at his father as though she were attracted to him.

“There is not a damn thing wrong with my vim or vigor thank you very much, I’m just a bit confused by the attention is all, considering our history,” Lucius said, his brows arching in surprise at the sultry look on her face.

“History can be overlooked when the lights go out. Maybe Granger wants to take a walk on the wild side,” Draco chuckled, going from appalled to amused in seconds flat. “You’re single now, Mother has no say in what you do anymore…if she wants to lay down with a death eater I say have at it.” Draco nudged his father in the shoulder, deliberately teasing him. “Maybe if you got some you’d be a bit less surly.”

“Maybe…” Lucius gave her a slight smile and a little wink, watching her glossy red lips lift in a smile of her own. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and with a slight jerk of her head and a shift of her eyes she sent him an invitation, one he wasn’t of a mind to refuse. “You know what, I think you might be right, Draco. Excuse me, wont you?”

Draco watched as his father gracefully rose from his chair, straightening his robes before grabbing his cane to follow the witch slipping out of the ballroom door. “I was kidding!” Draco called after his father, his face red with disbelief. “Father, I wasn’t serious!” Lucius wasn’t listening, however, and slipped out the door without looking back.

“But…but…she’s Mudblood Granger…” Draco whimpered pitifully as he was left all alone at the table with a bitter taste in his mouth.

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Lucius Malfoy followed the witch up a dimly lit winding staircase. She said nothing as she led him to the upper floors of the Ministry Building. She was a ways ahead of him and with ever turn he could catch the briefest glimpse of bronze before she disappeared around the next turn until finally the staircase ended and he found himself staring down a long carpeted hallway. He saw her slip into the door at the end and smirked. She was leading him into the Minister’s office. It was either a trap or the witch had a delicious sense of adventure.

Either way he was following her. Curiosity wouldn’t allow him to walk away without knowing. He couldn’t imagine why she would lead him into a trap; he had kept his nose clean after barely escaping life in prison. The only ripples in the still waters of the wizarding world that were in any way connected to him had to do with his rather scandalous divorce from Narcissa shortly after the war. THAT had been a major blow to his admittedly large ego. It seemed that for most of their marriage his dutiful wife had been in love with someone else. He had been more than shocked when that someone else turned out to be a Parisian designer named Natalie.

The press had thoroughly enjoyed that little bit of gossip. The mighty Lucius Malfoy made a cuckold by his wife’s secret Sapphic persuasion. It had been difficult coming to terms with the gossip. The end of his marriage was more of an annoyance than hurtful, it was inconvenient and of course it wasn’t pleasant for him to be the butt of jokes about his manhood or his ability to please a woman. But he couldn’t say that he missed Narcissa, he would have had to love her for that and the truth was, while he had been fond of her, he had never truly been in love with her.

It had been a while since he had dallied with a witch, he thought as he walked through the door and closed it behind him, turning the lock as he looked around the office waiting area. He had been but a lad when he last bedded a muggle born witch. He normally avoided young witches, they tended to grow attached quickly and Lucius wasn’t in the market for attachments, but this one intrigued him. Maybe it was because of their shared history…or maybe it was because he was randy as hell and aside from her he had found the witches of his acquaintance to be less than stimulating of late.

He was most certainly stimulated as was evidenced by the tent forming in his trousers. He could see the faint golden light flickering around the partially opened door of the Minister’s private office and prayed that he wasn’t walking into a trap, especially with a half hard cock. Just in case, he pulled his robes closed in the front and used the snake end of his cane to gently ease the door all the way open. His jaw dropped for only a second before he reigned in his uncouth reaction and closed his mouth.

She was lying on her back across the large glossy desk. She had one leg bent, the side split of her dress parted so that he could see the full length of her leg from little feet strapped into bronze heels to the lush curve of creamy thigh. Her other leg remained straight, her foot dangling off the edge. She had one arm stretched over her head and the other lying relaxed at her side, her hand resting over her abdomen. She had a soft, sexy smile on her lips as she watched him enter, close the door and turn the lock.

“You actually followed me,” she said softly, her voice a little rough.

“That was what you wanted was it not?” He drawled as he moved closer. “Why did you want me to follow you, Ms. Granger?” He asked, boldly running his gaze over every inch of her. He moved to the edge of the desk where her head rested and looked down at her. Her round breasts were straining the bodice of her dress, plumping over the daring neckline and teasing him with the hint of possible exposure.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked softly, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she looked up at the handsome wizard.

“Tell me any how,” he said reaching for the waterfall of silky curls cascading off the side of the desk.

“I want you,” she said simply. “And I hope that you followed me because you want me
too.”

His brows lifted at her candor and then grew heavy lidded as full on arousal washed over him. He watched the soft flush creeping over her chest and neck, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. Oh yes, he wanted the little vixen alright. He set his cane aside and shrugged out of his top-robe tossing it into the large leather chair behind the desk.

“And what makes you suddenly so interested in me?” He asked while loosening the bowtie at his throat. “The man you once called a “death eater bastard” if memory serves.”

“Times have changed, I’ve changed…you’ve changed.” She let out a little whimper when he began plucking at the buttons on his shirt, slowly sliding them through the holes while continuing to stare down at her. “Why shouldn’t I want to fuck you?”

“Bold little minx, aren’t you?” He smirked, pulling his shirttails from his trousers and then loosening his cuffs.

“Say what you mean, mean what you say,” she arched her back invitingly and slid the hand that had been resting on her abdomen up, caressing the plump curve of her breast as she stretched both arms above her head and reached for his hips. She caressed his flanks up and down before reaching back further to fondle his tight male buttocks. “You have a fine ass, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Lucius, if you please,” he said as he leaned over her, his hands braced on the desk beside her head while she continued to fondle his behind. He stared down at her, intrigued by her upside down positioning. He bent his elbows and lowered his head, nipping her impudent little chin lightly. He kissed the tip of her nose, both cheeks and her brow before he finally touched her lips with his. The unusual positioning gave the kiss a bit of eroticism that he hadn’t experienced before as the witch sucked on his bottom lip. He had forgotten how wonderful it could be kissing a witch, how soft her lips felt beneath his, how sweet she tasted on his tongue. He couldn’t recall ever kissing a woman quite so decadently or having a woman kiss him back as if she were going to eat him alive.

Soon kissing her wasn’t enough and he laid his hands on her shoulder, slowly sliding them forward, skimming over her breasts and across her torso then retracing the touch back to her breasts. He cupped and fondled her through the fabric, her nipples pebbling into his palm as she arched her back begging for more of his touch, begging for a firmer hand. He could feel her nails digging into his ass, pulling him closer as he continued to kiss and fondle her. His back protested being bent over for so long and he broke the kiss, watching her soft, swollen lips moue into a little disappointed pout.

"As delicious as that was my back can only handle that particular position for so long," he said, reaching around to pry her fingers from his backside.

"Oh? And how long might you be able to handle other positions?" She taunted suggestively. Lucius chuckled and moved around the desk, settling himself into the minister's chair.

"As long as I need to," he said. "I think this chair suits me." He said, giving into the fantasy of being Minister of Magic for just a moment.

"You enjoy power, don't you, Lucius?" She asked breathlessly

"Don't you?" He asked. "Isn't that why you chose me? Because I'm a powerful wizard?"

"No. I chose you because I think you're sexy," she smirked. "Because you look like a man who knows his way around a woman. You certainly know your way around a kiss."

"Is that right?" She was definitely an outspoken little witch who didn’t seem to have any problems at all voicing her feelings and thoughts. "And what about you, Ms. Granger, do you know your way around a man?"

"Do you want to find out?" She asked, the seductive curl of her lips made his cock pulse as she rolled onto her side facing him, propped up on her elbow with her head resting in her hand. He watched as she trailed scarlet tipped fingers over the smooth expanse of thigh exposed by the slit in her dress, following the curve of her hip and the dip of her waist. She stroked the underside of her breast and to his great delight flicked her fingernail over the turgid nipple before moving upward and tracing the line of her cleavage. He wet his lips with his tongue as she slid her fingers beneath the material and pushed it down, shrugging her shoulder and letting the thin spaghetti strap fall. She boldly maintained eye contact as she pushed the material down with agonizing slowness until it was nestled beneath her breast. The ruddy nipple sat atop the creamy mound like a cherry on a sundae and his mouth watered for the taste of it. "Take me in your mouth."

Being ordered about during sex was a novel experience for Lucius, but he would be damned if he were going to refuse. He sat forward in the chair and leaned in close, pursing his lips and blowing gently on her nipple watching it pucker further. With the pointed tip of his tongue he traced the circumference of her areola and lightly flicked the beaded tip. He teased her, tickling and licking at the nipple until she was cupping the back of his head and pressing the needy flesh into his mouth. She cried out, a sound that crossed between pleasure and relief when he curled his tongue around her and sucked the nipple hard into his mouth.

While he suckled her breast with the devotion of an infant searching for succor she bent her knees and slowly lifted the top one and placing her foot flat on the desk she spread her legs. Her nipple slid from between his lips and he admired the wet sheen of his saliva glistening on her flesh for just a moment before letting his eyes travel lower to the fragrant delta between her thighs barely concealed by the shimmering bronze of her dress. He reached out with fingers that trembled slightly and moved the material aside groaning at the sight of her naked, lightly furred sex. The light brown curls were trimmed close and he could see the shimmer of her arousal coating the passion plumped lips.

"Touch me," she urged.

"Bossy witch," he muttered as he ran his fingertips along her inner thigh. He could feel her trembling and smiled inwardly, she was just as affected as he. "Your skin is like satin." He traced the seam where her thigh and pelvis met, not missing the way she wriggled her hips in response. She was obviously a creature who liked to be touched. He lightly ruffled the short curls and then gently parted the fat lips of her sex with his fingers so that he could see the pink and creamy interior flesh. He breathed in the sweet, heady scent of aroused woman and his balls tightened painfully. She was so damned wet! The silky inner skin flushed red with desire, her clit swollen and firm and no doubt aching. He touched her with his free hand, letting his middle finger slide through the slippery fluid coating her and pooling at her entrance. Her breathing became labored as he stroked up and down, avoiding her clit completely and gently rimming her opening instead. "So wet!" He groaned as he slid his finger inside her.

"Ugh...so randy...." she closed her eyes and moaned with the pleasure of having his finger sliding in and out of her. He could no longer ignore the needy little nubbin throbbing for relief and without warning he tucked his head between her thighs and sucked the little protrusion into his mouth. She screamed then, rolling onto her back and forcing him to his feet so he didn’t lose contact with her at the unusual angle. "Oh gods...yes!" She cried, both hands filled with silky blonde hair as she bucked and rolled her hips. His tongue never stopped. He licked her from opening to clit, dragging his tongue up and down the sensitive flesh, circling and flicking her clit and nibbling lightly with his teeth. "Oh yes...lick me, lick me just like that!" Her thighs began to quiver and he used the weight of his torso draped across hers to hold her down as he pushed the thrashing siren towards orgasm. "Fuck...fuck....oh fucking hell...."her litany of swears were followed by a piercing wail that had him pressing on her inner thighs with enough force to bruise in order to keep them from slamming closed around his ears. At the unconventional upside down angle he might suffocate should she pass out. As it was he worried that her screams were going to have the office swarming with aurors.

He continued to tongue her gently until she finally calmed, her body shuddering with little aftershocks and her fingers loosening their hold on his hair. He kissed the red imprints of his fingers on her thighs and then the soft curve of her stomach still covered by her dress. She laid her fingertips on either side of his jaw and pulled him up to her lips, pressing hers against them gently, her tongue dancing over his lips, uncaring that they were still glossed with her essence. "I'm going to fuck you so good that no other witch will ever do," she whispered hotly as she sat up and shifted onto her knees. "Climb up here," she said patting the surface of the desk.

"On the minister's desk? My aren’t we daring," Lucius said as he moved into position.

"Don't pretend you haven't wanted to screw the ministry for years, Lucius," she said with laughter in her voice. "Your original attempts might not have worked out so well, but just imagine the years of joy you'll get out of knowing you fucked me on the Minister's desk."

"That does have a nice ring to it," Lucius said as she straddled his thighs and slipped her hands inside his open shirt. Her nails raked slightly down his chest, not enough to hurt just enough to get his nerve endings tingling. He hissed out a breath when she pinched his nipples between her fingers and rolled them a little, a saucy grin on her face as she walked her fingers down his torso to release the buttons on his trousers.

“I had a feeling,” she laughed when she opened the placket to find him naked. “Somehow I suspected that you went commando.”

“You should be pleased, it makes things rather convenient for you,” he drawled, lifting his hips as far as he could with her sitting on his thighs as she worked the trousers down. His cock popped out like a jack in the box, happily bobbing in the air for her enjoyment.

“Oh yes…I am very pleased,” she said as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his impressive erection and held him so that his shaft stood straight up. With her other hand she pulled back his foreskin and revealed the plumy, weeping bell. “VERY pleased,” she said again, wetting her lips. “Hold my hair back,” she said softly. Lucius gathered the curtain of curls into his hands and held it firmly in his fist as she lowered her head and circled his knob with her tongue.

“Ungh…..” he grunted at the contact. How could he have forgotten how good a hot little mouth felt around his cock? It had definitely been too long. He nearly came the moment her mouth closed over him and found himself trying to imagine anything, anyone who might distract him…Arthur Weasley did the trick. It was amazing that he didn’t lose his erection entirely but Hermione was just too damned good at her task. She sucked and licked his cock like it was the sweetest ice-lolly and she couldn’t get enough. Her palm cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her fingers while she fisted him with her other one. It was wonderful to feel her lips and tongue sliding up and down his length and before too long it became too much. “Stop…stop, Hermione or I’ll come…” he warned, using his hold in her hair to pull her away.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled at him. “We can’t have that, now can we?” She crawled slowly up his body, settling herself over his hips so that his cock was nestled in the warm cleft of her bottom. She took the hem of her gown and pulled it up, tucking it into the neckline that was now tucked beneath her breasts. “I’m going to fuck you now, Lucius,” she said softly, lifting up onto her knees and lining his tip up to her entrance. “And you’re going to watch.”

And he did. He watched as she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft, taking him inch by torturous inch into her body. It was bliss. Sliding his cock inside her was like easing it into a sleeve of wet, hot silk. When she was seated firmly, impaled on his penis, she braced her hands on his chest and her lips twitched in a little smirk, “Hang on tight, Lucius, it’s going to be a hell of a ride.”

And it was. Good gods it was like heaven and hell, torture and the most intense euphoria known to man. She didn’t just bounce her way to orgasm on his cock, she used her hips and thighs to rock, roll and grind her way to bliss. He had never felt anything like it. Her insides seemed to ripple and flow around him, the tight clasping muscles of her vagina undulating along his length as ever fluid motion of her hips slid him deeper. She would move slowly, lifting her weight off of him until his head was barely notched inside and then slowly impale herself again, pausing to let the air cool his shaft before taking him back into her fiery depths.

At times she would roll her hips as if she were dancing and at others she would ride him so hard and so fast that she was a blur of motion. He was lost to her. The man who had always done the taking had been completely taken by a witch half his age and he loved it. Her breasts bounced and swayed beautifully with every movement and his hands clenched her hips convulsively. He was going to come. He was going to blow like a fucking geyser.

“Harder,” he breathed, his fingers biting into her hips as he began thrusting up into her.

“Oh yes,” she groaned, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back as she reveled in the pleasure pain of his cock spearing her so deeply. They were covered in sweat, the office air thick and humid with the scent and sounds of sex. “I’m coming….come with me…come with me…” Her fingers curled into his chest and the walls of her sex began to spasm around him, tightening her hold on his cock as she screamed out her release once more. He was helpless to hold back. He couldn’t, even had he wanted to there was no stopping the fearsome release that tore through him.

He half shouted, half growled his pleasure as his seed was pumped from his body in rough, violent spurts that filled the witch and spilled down along his length. The wet heat of their combined release was intense, almost too intense as his head began to spin with the force of it. He had jackknifed into a sitting position mid-orgasm and he found himself holding the witch tightly as they shuddered against each other. His head was cradled against her breasts, her hands cupping the back of his head as she breathed heavily above him.

“Mmmm….I knew you were going to be good,” she purred contentedly, giving her hips a little wiggle that had him whimpering as his cock pulsed in renewed interest.

“What now, little vixen?” He asked, his voice slurred as if he were intoxicated. He certainly felt like it, drunk on lust and sex.

“Now we go back to the ballroom and finish out the evening,” she threaded her fingers through his hair and jerked his head back. “Rest while you can, Lucius, I’m coming home with you tonight and I’m not leaving until I’ve had enough.”

~ @ ~

Draco Malfoy startled when his father fell back into his chair beside him halfway through Minister Shacklebolt’s address. Draco frowned, his father was a bit rumpled, his hair damp and a bit disheveled and his face flushed. The smile on his lips made him a wee bit nauseated.

“Where have you been? You left an hour ago,” Draco whispered harshly.

“You were right, Draco, I feel a lot less surly,” Lucius smirked, reaching for his glass of water and downing it without taking a breath as though he were dying of thirst. Draco’s eyes widened and he looked up to see Hermione Granger walking by their table, her slightly rumpled state matching his fathers. She winked at Lucius as she made her way back to her own table.

“You didn’t…” Draco gulped, noticing how his father watched her every move. “But…but…she’s a mudblood….a frigid mudblood!”

“Don’t use that word, Draco!” Lucius snapped. “And believe me; she is by no means frigid.”

“But Weasley…”

“Was obviously unable to keep up with the little minx,” Lucius smirked.

“But father, it’s Granger….”

“Now, now, play nicely, Draco,” Lucius clucked, still observing the witch across the room. “Ms. Granger is going to be our house guest.”

“What?” Draco’s expression was a combination of shock, horror and confusion. “For how long?”

“For however long it takes.”

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I don’t know quite what to say about the above scene…I would apologize, but I think I like it =)…it helped me purge some built up stress. Hope you enjoyed!!!!

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