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The Conflict of Hermione Granger	By : TheLadyRed Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 18154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10

The Christmas Gala

To say Hermione was nervous about the gala was an understatement. The Ministry of Magic traditionally held the official Christmas Gala early in the month of December, leaving plenty of time before Christmas for individual departments to have smaller parties if they so wished. Many departments did, so the holiday season tended to have parties each weekend for many Ministry employees, but no party was equal to the Christmas Gala.

Black tie and filled with everyone from the ministry and the crème de la crème of English Wizarding society, the Gala was the place to see and be seen.

Hermione was meeting Ron at the Burrow to Floo into the Ministry, and she felt another knot form in her stomach at the idea of seeing him. She had seen him only briefly in the past few weeks, as he was busy racking up as much overtime as possible before their engagement party, and she had found her free moments filled with Lucius.

At least once a day since their first time, Hermione and Lucius had found themselves together, and on several days, it had been twice or more. Hermione felt as if she might never get enough of the beautiful wizard and his wand. He would finish shagging her into whatever piece of furniture she happened to find herself across and she would just catch her breath and realize she was ready to go again.

He was the most erotic man she could imagine being with, and she found herself growing wet at just the thought of seeing him in his formal robes later that night.

Stop that! her mind demanded. Pull yourself together and get ready! Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she finished charming her hair into the beautiful updo and charmed her makeup and nails before stepping into her dress.

Stopping in front of her mother for her appraisal as she left, Hermione bent and let her mum tuck a loose curl into the mass at the top of her spine.

“You look beautiful, darling. Have a good time tonight,” her mother wished warmly, snapping a photo to show Mr. Granger when he got home.

“Thanks Mum. Love you!” and Hermione left, Apparating first to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place to meet Harry and Ginny and then Flooing to the Burrow.

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For the first time since she had begun sleeping with Lucius, Hermione was surrounded by all the Weasleys in the hectic Burrow. And for the first time, she was overwhelmed and annoyed. For years, she had counted herself a member of the family, and had been more amused with the chaos and hubbub surrounding the family when trying to get ready or go anywhere. Now, she found it all infuriating and wanted to slap the closest scrambling Weasley and shout at them to get their act together!

Instead of that tack, she went into the den, made herself comfortable on the well worn couch and watched Victoire, Bill and Fleur's daughter, play on the floor happily. You don't know how easy you've got it kid, she thought as she grew more nervous about the coming party.

She was deep in thought when Ron came tramping into the room, "Come on, 'Mione, everyone's ready to go!"

Hermione rose slowly and followed Ron to the fire, dreading the evening ahead.

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Flash bulbs popped as soon as Hermione and Ron entered the party. The Christmas Gala was one of the few events that the Golden Trio could be counted on to attend together, so the press was always waiting. Hermione, as usual, smiled woodenly and wished for Ron to move faster, while Ron took his sweet time.

Hermione suspected that he had never really gotten over his earlier resentment of Harry as the center of attention and loved the years since Voldemort that allowed him to share the spotlight as well. Hermione, for her part, didn't detest the attention, but she was more than just Harry's sidekick and she knew that the vast majority of the Wizarding World would never see her as more than that, so she found all of it just a wee ridiculous.

Finally, they got through the through of photographers and entered the Gala. The decorating team had outdone themselves, and the Ministry was a winter wonderland that year, complete with magical snow falling over the guests that disappeared as soon as it touched you, and one of the hottest bands on the Wizarding Wireless, the Shriekers, was playing on the main stage. Everything should have promised an exciting event, but Hermione was dreading seeing Lucius. How could stand on Ron’s arm and smile at him and Draco and pretend nothing was amiss?

"Excellent! They're serving mini burgers!" Ron exclaimed, and swiftly made his way to the nearest cater waiter, leaving Hermione solo for the moment.

Before she could become annoyed, Lucius and Draco approached her, having come in right behind them and having nearly the same reception by the cadre of reporters.

"Darling!" Draco greeted her cheerfully, kissing her hand, "you look amazing!"

"Thanks, Malfoy," she smiled warmly at him, "like having your picture taken?" she teased.

"Those simpletons! Don't they realize we are all more than that?" Lucius interjected before Draco could respond, reaching for Hermione's hand and bringing it to her lips, his eyes so intense that Hermione's heart began to race from the obvious heat in them. "Might I echo my son and tell you how beautiful you are this evening?"

As Lucius finished his compliment, Ron came back, and put his arm around Hermione, saving her from any response.

"Mr. Malfoy," he nodded a greeting. "Draco!" he delivered with a hand shake. "Come on, love, let's go see and be seen!" he demanded cheerfully, dragging Hermione off.

Hermione looked backwards as she and Ron headed towards the bar, and made eye contact with Lucius. His eyes were stony cold, and as Hermione returned his gaze, she felt as if she might be set on fire. What is wrong with me? How can I be wanting someone else while I'm here with my fiance? she thought despairingly.

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Two hours into the party and Hermione was ready to go. She had made the rounds, talked to all the people she wanted to talk to (and a few she didn't), ate and drank, and danced with Harry, Draco and Arthur, as Ron didn't dance and wouldn't even consent to a slow number. On top of all that, Hermione's feet were killing her. She had known it was a bad idea to wear new shoes, but they were gorgeous shoes and she felt beautiful in them. She had wanted to look beautiful that evening, and if she was being honest, she had wanted to be beautiful for Lucius.

Leaning over as Ron pounded another beer, "Ron, my feet are killing me," she murmured. "I keep a pair of flats in my office, so I'm just going to pop up there and get them," she explained, hoping Ron would offer to go get them for her, but one look at the slighty tipsy redhead told her that was not to be the case.

"I think that's the Cannons beater at the bar! No, maybe not... oh yes, it is! I've got to go introduce myself!" he said enthusiastically, seeming to miss her last comment. "Are you going somewhere, 'Mione?"

"Yes to grab some flats!" she spat back, annoyed at being ignored.

"Great, great. See you in a minute," he trailed off, walking towards the bar.

Hermione huffed and headed for the nearest exit, stopping as she got outside the door to remove the heels and she headed towards her office, unaware of the man following just behind her.

Lucius had been having trouble keeping his eyes off Hermione that evening. She was simply breathtaking in the black gown, her long hair pulled back at the base of her head, a few stray curls coming lose around her face. The nonstop sex with another person would have that effect, he mused, although he had never had that result with any other lover before Hermione. Watching her dance with Draco had been difficult, and he hated feeling jealous of his son, but watching the two spin around the dance floor, his son's hand on that delectable back, watching Hermione giggle and bury her face into his shoulder and neck had made him wish he could be the man inspiring such reactions from her. His feelings about Draco were nothing compared to watching her with Ron, however. He was filled with rage each time he saw the Weasley boy touch her, and each time she would laugh and touch him Lucius felt as if he was back in his Death Eater days, ready to Avada the next person that happened to walk past. What was happening to him? Why couldn't he look away? Why was he feeling so possessive of her? Silently mulling over his thoughts, he saw the pair part and watched as Hermione walked toward the door. He set his drink down, and began to follow her. With a last look around to make sure no one was watching them, he slipped out of the ballroom, several steps behind the woman who had just left.

Hermione entered her office, shut the door, and sat down in her chair to rummage through the drawer that she knew held a pair of flats, thinking about what an awful time she was having. In general, she hated the types of events that brought her into contact with a lot of people that only cared about her as a member of the Golden Trio, and she felt a new annoyance at Ron. Would it be so terrible to talk about something other than the food being served or Quidditch results? What about books, or travel, or even work? She had found herself thinking more than once that evening about what it would have been like to come with Lucius.
Dancing with Draco had brought that to the forefront of her mind. Draco was a wonderful dancer, a powerful lead, and as they moved around the floor together, he would lean in and whisper horribly funny things about everyone in attendance and she found herself in fits of giggles more than once. As she and Draco left the dance floor, arms linked, she looked over and saw Lucius watching them, a peculiar look on his face, and Hermione realized she wasn't just wondering about being there with him, she was wishing for it. To be able to stand by him proudly, dance with him openly, and to know what it was like to be on the arm of such a wizard. That's not going to happen, so stop thinking that way! she told herself and stood up.

Hermione eased her shoes off, literally moaning out loud in relief, and placed the heels on her desk as she reached for her flats.

"Keep that up, and I'll really give you something to moan about it," a sensual voice purred in her ear.

Frightened, Hermione spun around and came face to face with Lucius. "You scared me!" she yelled, batting at his chest. Lucius quirked one eyebrow, waved his wand, and Hermione felt his wards surround the office. They were truly alone, and she became to tremble in anticipation.

"Turn back around, Hermione," he commanded, and giving him a searing look, Hermione complied.

"You're driving me crazy tonight. Seeing your beautiful back in this gown makes me want to run my hands all over you," he punctuated this comment by running a single finger down Hermione's back, reveling in her smooth peaches and cream skin, "I can't take my eyes off of you," he growled, and pressed his growing erection into her curvy ass.

Hermione whimpered and pushed back into him. She hadn't realized how much she wanted Lucius until she had him alone and she thought she might burst into flames if she didn't take him into herself soon.

Suddenly, Hermione felt Lucius kneel behind her, and then she felt his smooth hands traveling up her legs until they hooked around her knickers and in one smooth movement, Lucius had them off of her.

"These are quite something my dear," Lucius teased, holding the tiny black lacy thong up to appraise them before tossing them onto her desk, and raising the back of her dress to her waist.

Running his fingers back and forth, teasing her clit as he did so, pleased to find she was already wet for him. Sliding a long digit into her, Hermione groaned and pushed down on his hand. Adding a second finger, he pumped his fingers slowly in and out, wanting to be sure Hermione was ready for him. From the sound of her breathing and the actions of her hips rocking back and forth, it was clear she was.

Smirking to himself, Lucius slowly pulled his fingers out and moved closer to her. Lucius had not taken Hermione from behind yet, and he intended to introduce her to rough sex that evening in her office.

Using himself to part her already wet folds, he moved flush behind her and positioned at her entrance without pushing into her and started to kiss her neck. Licking, nipping, and teasing, he worked his way up to the spot just under Hermione's ear that he knew drove her crazy and began to suck. Hermione began to moan in response, and pushed back onto Lucius, taking him into her fully.

"Naughty girl," Lucius purred into her ear, "I wasn't ready for that yet. Now I'll have to punish you. You might want to hold onto that desk, my dear."

With that, Lucius began to pound into Hermione, taking it fast and hard as he liked it. His massive shaft felt impossibly thick and long to Hermione at the new angle, and she began to involuntarily clench her muscles, turning Lucius on even more. In and out he thrust into Hermione, listening to her become more aroused. As she called out, "Oh fuck, Lucius!" he reached around, grabbed both arms, and brought them together behind her back and held them together, thrusting harder as he went. He wanted her to know he had been there tonight, think of him with each step she took, and wake sore in the morning and think of him.

He felt her insides begin to flutter and he released her hands in order to deliver one swift spank to her delightfully round ass cheek. "Lucius!" she cried out, in both surprise and climax, and Lucius felt her go over the edge, and knew he was also reaching his end. Three more powerful thrusts and Lucius found his end, filling Hermione with long ropes of his seed, roaring out her name as he finished.

Hermione held still for several minutes, and then turned to face Lucius. "What was that?" she demanded.

Knowing she was referring to the spank, Lucius deliberately responded, "That was incredible," and reached past her to grab her knickers and tucked them into the inner pockets of his robes.

"Lucius! Those are mine! Give them back!" she squealed at him.

Lucius drew himself up to his full height, looked at Hermione seriously, and said, "No. I want you to remember with every step you take where your knickers are and who has them - and you." With that stern declaration, he kissed Hermione passionately, turned, unwarded the office with a wave of his wand, and headed back towards the party.

Shocked, Hermione stood in silence for a moment before coming to her senses and starting to walk back to the party. As much as she hated to admit it, Lucius had a point. If she hadn't already been thinking of Lucius before the encounter in her office, she certainly was now. With each step she took, she felt her loss of knickers pointedly and thought of the wizard who currently had them. Speeding up her walk, she hoped Ron would be ready to leave by the time she returned to the Gala, if he had even noticed she was gone. She was ready to get out of her dress and stop pretending.

Entering the Gala and crossing to Ron's side, she placed her arm on his in greeting.

"'Mione there you are!" he exclaimed. "Where have you been? What took so long?" he questioned, looking at her suspiciously.

Hermione grew panicked that he was noticing her flushed cheeks, bright eyes, and slightly rumpled hair, and lied nervously, "Oh I ran into Smith, you know, from Magical Research?"

Cutting her off with a wave, Ron replied, "Ugh, say no more. Listen, we've been invited out with the Cannons! They're heading to the Leaky Cauldron, let's go!"

Without waiting for a response, Ron grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards the entrance. Hermione followed dutifully, her eyes scanning the crowd for Lucius.

Right before they reached the door, her brown eyes met his gray ones. Standing in the corner of the room, Lucius smirked at her and patted the pocket where Hermione knew a scrap of black lace resided.

Blushing, she averted her eyes and began to walk faster. Damn him! she thought. How will I ever get him off my mind?

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A/N: I meant to get this up yesterday and life got in the way, but here you are now. I'll have a new chapter for you Tuesday! :)
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