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Contractual obligation of affairs of the heart	By : Glorioux Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 8295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Contract obligations of affairs of the heart.

JKM owns the HP, only the story is mine
NC-17.

Hope you all enjoy it, is a short story around 20,000 words. All written, expect the unexpected and one final twist. It has strong sexual content, and features one very naughty and unrepentant Lucius.

This happens some years after the war. Voldemort died. It only follows to the battle, and it takes twist, turns, and back again, and ignores the epilogue.

At the Manor's library

The proposal

The wizard's educated voice was even-toned, "Miss Granger, you have signed a contract with Malfoy's Fantasia. Can we at least agree on that?" his mellifluous snake-oil-salesman drawl had invaded her aural domain.

Lucius sat at the same sofa on her opposite side, and elegantly sipped an Alsatian Gewürtztaminer, Riesling,* chilled to perfection. He sat sideways, barely leaning over his left thigh, his torso towards her; his body was placed, more or less, in a right angle to her body.
Hermione thought the snake-wizard emanated a powerful air, one of a dangerous beast ready to pounce and take whatever he wished. And she was right, because that was exactly what he was planning to do.

However, to a casual observer, he would have appeared at ease, all business. His overall demeanor was cool and reserved, effectively concealing turbulent emotions threatening to break to the surface. To sooth his mounting tension, he stroked the white and golden Kneazle long fur, and Magnolia purred. His cock was pulsing along with the vein on his temple. Even his teeth ached from the desire to consume the petite witch in front of him.

"Yes, I have never let you to assume otherwise; you know that fact quite well; therefore, one must acknowledge that you are insisting in infuriating me, just because you wish to do so. Moreover, this argument is not remotely germane to the reason behind my moral objections to your proposal, or to the matter under consideration. You are the master of obfuscation." He smirked at her words, the pot calling the kettle black, using vocabulary open to interpretation.

Hermione's hair crackled with angry magic and slowly formed a halo around her face. He had seen her angry before; moreover, the pleasure of viewing the angry, glowing beauty, made him smile with pure delight. She reminded him of a lioness ruffled and dangerous; what a sensual, arousing sight to see.
‘Damn, this loose trousers are getting to be a problem,’ he thought looking at the obvious evidence of his current state. He casually, picked up a pillow to rest his glass on top of it, problem solved; now, where was he.

"As Draco's father, I am the one person who is totally empathic and fully understands your current predicament, and I will go as far as offer you my sincere sympathy in the event of your admirable yet misplaced feelings of deep loyalty, towards my undeserving son. “ He took a strategic sip of wine for effect.

“However, as the CEO of a powerful financial empire, I would be remiss to my stewardship to our trusting investors if I failed to act promptly by enacting effective solutions, and assertively meeting the deadlines approaching us."

He gifted her with his most radiant smile, the one befitting a benevolent and sympathetic, yet compelled to act, patriarch; one who was ready to do whatever, wherever, whenever, and with whomever, as the situation demanded; all done only considering the good of all, regardless of the cost even it required great personal sacrifices.

Her eyes were bugging out in profound amazement, at hearing what she considered a pile of crap. All kind of thoughts were crossing her mind, No way that Malfoy Sr. could believe this, nah?, not possible. 'Damn, he spreads it thick.' She thought as she moved her head from side to side in astonishment. He continued to her amazement.

"I have sunk vast sums unto this venture. Although this deadline is one of many, there are other important deadlines to be met, i.e., the initial testing must be completed within astringent time limits; the actual potions, and the Muggle and Magic devices must be modified to accommodate for the collected data, to name a few."

He took a deep breath for effect, slumped his shoulders a little and looked into the empty space; he wanted to seem as if was truly concerned.

Now, he needed to let her surmise the objectives and go for the jugular. " Poor Draco he had so much faith in this project's success; and unless, we are able to finish the prototype , and have it ready to present to our investors within the deadlines, then we can call this entire project a failure, and we are finished."

His speech's closing remarks ended with a marked emphasis on, 'a failure and we are finished'. The consummated politician and actor had intended to conclude with a dramatic flare. He let his head drop just a little, let out a contained sigh, a short, but noticeable shiver ran along his body, and then he drank a large sip of the wine, as the glass shook in a slightly trembling hand.

The presentation’s review of the: The rich and sociopathic billionaire.-

She sat very straight, then thinking better stood up and clapped twice, "Wow, damn, bravo, bravo, such a great B-actor; Lucius Malfoy has just earned standing ovation for his performance of: The rich and sociopathic billionaire. Hopefully, he doesn’t believe a word of what just came out his lips." She flopped in the sofa uncaring of portraying a good image.
“Don't you think, 'We are finished,' is quite a melodramatic statement? Ugh, we must take it into context of the magnitude of the net resources you have invested, 5.29 million galleons, to be precise, which amounts to less of one percent of your gross-worth; in the large scheme of things it is really a pittance. You and I well know you only report a fraction of your assets. You report one vault at Gringotts, stand corrected, two, when you have what ten, just at this branch alone. Ha."
She was visible agitated, and her voice had gone up a few decibels. It was a clear sign that she wasn't done with the blond-sewer-rat.

"You should have tried your rehearsed lines with someone who doesn't know all the facts. As for me, I don't have many alternatives. I find myself pressed to either choose: a. Where I join you in your pretended sorrow, in your desire to be a good steward and believe that you care about Draco being successful; and finally do as you wish,” she moved closer to him, and her finger poked him hard on the chest, and he jumped, a little.

“Or, should I go for choice b- and I find true compassion to do whatever you deem necessary.” She touched her lip twice as to consider her given choices. She recoiled in anger while Lucius watched each one of her movements with trepidation; just touching her lip appeared as an invitation to touch her lips with his tongue.

“And, why should I?” She continued, in an angrier tone. “They both amount the same, to underhanded tactics to get me to comply. You have presented some compelling arguments, even if I know they are half-bogus, you have managed to insert a modicum of truth. Clever and very Slytherin of you, what can you expect from a master snake?" She sighed as in disappointment.

Her accusatory look left him unmoved; she shook her head with obvious recrimination, and repeatedly shook her finger at him; one finger, he wanted to suck and taste. As matter of fact, she had missed his nipple by an inch when she poked his chest; a forceful push right on top of the nipple would have been quite lovely. Bugger, how about if he just stretched his neck and caught the delicious digit she was waving in front of his eyes between his teeth. And then go for her nipple!

"Furthermore, you lack of the ability, or the desire to respect, much less comprehend, my feelings on this matter. How can you ask me to, ehem, be intimate with you, i.e., shag you rotten, while you perfectly know how much I love Draco? Do you have any idea who is your son, does the name Draco Malfoy sound familiar; or better, do you know that you have a son who is my lover and good friend?"

She nearly drank half a glass of water, her hands were unsteady, and her eyebrows knitted with concern. Her mind was now at full throttle, in her internal dialogue she was saying, 'He is clearly enjoying the chase; he is rotten, not rotten he is just—."

"DESPICABLE," her voice was loud and sharp, and she wanted to remain as calm as she was able; taking a deep breath of heated air, she continued.

"Despicable, is what you are. Draco was right; you don't have a clue on how to be a father; much less on how to be a giving and unselfish parent. It is no wonder that poor Draco has such problems with relationships. In your book, there is only one-number one, and his name is, Lucius Serpens Malfoy, ta, da!"

She could not even look at the slimy-blond monster-sorry-excuse-for- a-parent; scratch that out, a sorry-excuse for a human-being.

He moved a lot closer, he could feel her heat, and it was taking his entire self-restrain not to jump on her.

"Who am I then? Ok, I am not a perfect parent, but I know to be one who cares, loves, and supports his son. And, don't be squeamish; all I am proposing is realistic and easily accomplishable. The fact is that we only need to shag the one time, okay, maybe two at the most, just to be safe."
His tone was one of an annoyed and wrongly accused individual. He even managed to stick his chin up and to appear a bit affronted.

Lucius sat there, neither one hair out of place, nor a change in his body language. He was the perfect embodiment of a concerned CEO with an honest business proposal, who just delivered a professional presentation; all it was missing was as projection screen, connected to a data source loaded with the presentation slide show and a laser pointer.
He looked at her eyes; they were narrowed and reflected her disgust, and much deeper, a total incomprehension at the Machiavellian machinations of this master of the forked tongue. Her lips were pursed and her teeth clenched. Gods she was fucking delicious.

She caught his steely eyes, "I am frankly astonished at the words you just delivered; each one dripping with intent to obscure your real motives, your real objective. Aren't you ashamed, and for how long have you planned this master seduction? I don't expect you will tell me, and I am probably going to have to sit through the rest of your well researched pile of malarkey.” She took a deep breath, nearly ready to scream.

“I know this was all planned to manipulate me into capitulating, and do whatever is that you want me to do." She properly closed her legs, after noticing his fixed look on the top of her thighs, and was he covertly sniffing on her direction; she demurely crossed her calves and moved them to the side.
Hermione was the picture of property, but her chest was heaving and it kept Lucius enthralled, he wanted one of the beautiful nipples in his mouth like a bonbon. He shook his head to clear it. Too bad she crossed her legs, he was nearly sure she was getting aroused, darn.

Her voice was sharp, and had the effect to make his desire to conquer her even greater. Her angry voice was working on him like a potent aphrodisiac. The little termagant had him figured out. It was a tough choice, should he want her for her intellect, or for her garden of carnal delights, "You are right, you are so clever, and, indeed you will need to sit out through the technical aspects of our needed encounter."

He knew she had him. And he understood the need to tread lightly upon the witch's injured sensibility if he wished to avoid a royal confrontation.

"Ehem, we can further address your concerns in a moment. So, as I was saying, the room had been prepared to sense, determine, and record the pleasure ratio during the entire session, at any given time. It is the last set of empirical data we need, to calculate the final parameters to plug into the Arithmancy formulas. The same formulas you helped to develop, as I clearly recall."
The last remark was made in order to appeal to her intellectual pride. He moved in her direction, one centimeter closer to his target.

Sweat ran down his back, it was caused by her proximity, and the unmitigated desire to pounce on her without any finesse. He wanted to tear down her clothes, and stick his tongue between her thighs and lap her juices; he wanted to bite her, lick her, kiss her, and make love to each square inch of her body until she was covered with his releases.

He knew what he wanted, he wanted all of her. He wanted to lick her entire body, every place available to him, and pierce her flesh wherever he was able. He wanted to bathe his face with her essence and to scream her name as he came.

'STOP LUCIUS, keep your head cool before you spew fire and scare the prey. Remember if you fuck this up, she is running like a rabbit into a hole until Draco comes back. I said STOP IT!’ A loud roar blasted inside his head.

‘What a noisy inner-moderator,’ he thought. He then cleared his throat, in a futile attempt to slow the momentum of the inexorably growing lust. Even his teeth hurt by now, and each nerve on his body, he needed her.

"The results will be used to calculate the arrays of the exact proportions of each set of parameters, which be plugged in the formulas and produce the enchantment. Well that, and our precise body dimensions at each instance." He heard himself said.

His throat was parched dry as his body temperature rose, so he drank another large sip of his wine. Thinking about the particular proportions of their bodies during their sexual encounter had made him dizzy with need. He could feel his cock harder and larger, and could already feel it inside the snitch he wanted to catch so badly.

"The measurements and recorded data will also be plugged into other sets of formulas, along with the captured motions and emotions for the Muggle machine. The end result will be the prototype of the-most-desirable-fantasy-couple." He looked at her expectantly; he hoped to have made a good pitch, or not; after all, she had already told him he was full of malarkey, and she knew where he wanted to lead her.

"With this product, Malfoy Fantasia games will let others live the dream of being the Wizarding world's most famous couple and will bring joy many couples in our word; never mind the bonus of the goodwill towards Draco and you."

Lucius sipped his wine, never taking his eyes away from her, gauging her reactions. His right eye closed a little bit, appreciative of what he saw. She didn’t miss any of it.

Loosing Control

'Fairy legions, a crow's foot, eight roosters crowing, a cave full of gold, simmer a cauldron of blood with the fire of the dragon, for she who is heaven on earth. I swear upon all I value, the fiery witch will be mine, or my name is not Lucius Serpens Malfoy. Before the night is over we both shall burn.'

Lucius thought as he admired the witch, and he wondered for less than a second where the words had come from, they had sounded like a charm. Oh, well, he was just too smart for his own good.

Hermione was seething, dripping anger through her pores; nevertheless, the wizard's words were having a strange effect upon her. She had already called on him, and he let it slide along his impervious snakeskin. She had said enough, and he had let the issue run-down as drops of light rain; frankly, his open declaration of desire was confusing her. And some nascent warm feelings were running across her neural network, alerting all the proper centers to get ready for possible action.

Lucius eyes admired her, and his hands shook and itched from the need to grab her. To him, she was perfection, the very embodiment of pure sensuality, and her sharp intellect made her the effigy of perfection, thus, the only one deemed worth of his adoration.

He wanted his body to be one with hers; he had earlier assessed that just once should be enough. Of this, he was no longer real sure, and he could almost bet that would not be the case. He looked at her and expected the retort that was still to come, and while he waited, he continued to appear disinterested, he most certainly was not.

He marveled at the metered rise and fall of her breasts. Each time she exhaled, he could clearly see the outline of her lacy bra behind the silky jersey, and he knew exactly what was hidden behind. If he just searched through his memory annals, he would find a picture of each soft ivory pillow, left and right, each divine confection topped with a perfect rosy nipple that begged for his tongue, his lips. Better than any dessert he had eaten in his privileged life, of that he was certain.

The tongue would start at the bottom of each perfectly shaped conic wonder and would lick each inch on his climb… "Stop it," he softly growled, and took a deep breath before his willpower would forsake him. Just a couple of seconds, and he would be ravishing her.
He was already half gone. He tried telling himself ‘Talk, Lucius, talk, distract yourself,’ however, the new inner voice was advising him, in that loud and gravelly voice.” She is yours; take her, consume her with your fire, TAKE HER!”

In a supreme show of will power, he continued, "Ah, yes, I forgot the cameras, in addition to measuring our bodies during the entire session, will also include other relevant measurements; namely, body temperature, breathing, pulse rate, blood pressure, moisture levels, secretions, at ehem, of course the increased blood flow to—,ehem, and other relevant physiological responses, before, during, and after, from each one of us." His forehead now covered with beads of cold sweat.

His voice tone had lowered and thickened, and his eyes, with dark, dilated pupils, had acquired a lusty and glassy overlay; in his mind, he could picture the reasons for each of the predicted changes in their bodies, and wanted to bite his fingers to stop the oncoming moan. He needed to change the conversation's direction. His body was arched, and he hadn’t noticed, his hips had curved an inch or more forward.

It would seem there wasn't a safe way to address the proposed recording session, and the fact was now downing on Lucius.

"And as you must have noticed, Draco is now my spitting image, hmm, although modesty apart, I am better endowed, and my features lack the Black's pointed look, pardon my lack of humility but I am a Malfoy, and I altogether lack modesty. I am digressing, I apologize. As I was saying, we know that Draco won’t be back for weeks; Draco is stuck on the island as you well know, so we must use my measurements and yours, of course." No smirks, lewd smiles, just talking—business?

"How convenient to have sent him just a month before the prototype was due, have you no shame, despicable scumbag? I asked before and I ask again, how long have you been planning this, you, you albino cockroach?"

Her eyes were speckled with colored flashes magic, which made her even more desirable. This foreplay was just too much for him. He had been planning this for longer he would ever tell her. She was being invasive; it was, entirely, none of her business. And he was neither an albino nor a cockroach, but she was adorable when she was angry.

A/N Oh Lucius, what a proposal. Why can Hermione not pretend he is being an honest broker?
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