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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 11

This Can't End Happily

Hermione woke up in her bedroom, hung over and miserable again. Ron had kept her out with the Cannons most of the night, despite her objections that she was tired, and ready to go home.

"Just a few more minutes, love!" he kept promising, and finally, after three more bourbons and twelve "few more minutes" she kissed him goodbye, avoiding mouths as she did so, and headed home on her own, knowing he wasn't going to leave until the Quidditch team did, and they were showing no signs of ending.

Once home and in her own bedroom, she undressed slowly, blushing when she thought about where her underwear was.

Climbing into bed, her thoughts were centered on Lucius. He had been rough with her in her office the previous evening, which was such a change from his usual unhurried, sensual pace, and she was surprised to realize that she had enjoyed it, much more than she had ever thought she would. I wonder if he did too, she wondered for a moment before laughing at herself, of course he did!

Drifting off into a fitful sleep - she never slept well after too much to drink - she awoke in a foul mood. Mentally going over her schedule for the day, she knew she had an elf to visit not far from Wiltshire, and if she was already going to be out that way, she might as well make a stop.

Feeling a new spring in her step, she dressed quickly and made her way to Wiltshire, to the Manor, and up into the massive suite of one certain wizard.

"Good morning, my dear," Lucius greeted her calmly, seemingly unsurprised at her sudden appearance, even though he was still reclined in bed, shirtless as much as Hermione could see. "Care to join me, little lion?" he teased.

Nearly ripping her clothes in her haste to get undressed and join Lucius, Hermione sprang into his bed, surprised and happy to find he wasn't just shirtless.

"So eager today, aren't we?" Lucius murmured in her ear, nibbling on the lobe gently. "Did you find something you liked last night?"

"Umm, well," Hermione began nervously, embarrassed to ask Lucius to take her roughly again.

"Don't stutter, my dear. Always tell a man, especially this man, what you want sexually, it makes the experience so much more satisfying," he purred, his words starting to set Hermione on fire.

Cupping one breast, he used his thumb to slowly run across her nipple while he whispered, "I think you are trying to tell me you liked it rough last night, and want it that way again?"

Throwing her head back, Hermione closed her eyes and responded "yes, please, Lucius. Please."

"I am all too happy to oblige you, my dear," Lucius responded, humor evident in his voice, pleased beyond belief that the little witch enjoyed a rough hand on the till and he knew he was ready to take her where she was asking.

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Hermione lay in bed next to Lucius, her earlier hangover long forgotten, sex with the blonde Slytherin was the best cure she had found so far. She started blushing again thinking about how Lucius had just taken her. His kisses had been fiery and passionate, and her first orgasm had come while his fingers and mouth claimed her in joint harmony.

Lucius had then turned her over and entered her while she was on all fours in front of him. If she had thought he was big before, it was nothing compared how he felt entering her that way, and the last mind blowing orgasm she had was one of the most powerful she'd ever experienced. Lucius was hard and fast with her in front of him, and she had felt a change come over him. The normally controlled wizard had lost some of his composure, groaning out "Hermione!" and wildly thrusting and she felt him fill her mere seconds after her orgasm, Lucius yelling out her name as he did so.

Hermione thought that there couldn't be anything hotter than Lucius Malfoy calling out your name in release.

As they lay next to each other, she began to lightly trace the silver scar left on his forearm from his years of service with the Dark Lord.

"Does it bother you to see it? I can put on a shirt, or glamour it if you'd prefer not to see it?" he offered, wanting to be sensitive to Hermione's inevitable feelings about his dark past.

"No, I'm not bothered by it. I know who you were once, but you aren't that man anymore, are you?" Lucius shook his head in response, and Hermione continued with, "I mean, I've certainly changed since those days, too. I was just wondering why yours is so much darker than Draco's?" she mused.

"I think it's because I had mine so much longer than his, years as compared to his months." he explained, turning to look at her curiously. "How have you seen Draco's? Exactly how close have you and my son been?" he couldn't help himself asking, burning with rage at the idea of Hermione sleeping with Draco.

"I've seen it when we've gone swimming together! We've gone swimming here, for Merlin's sake! You should know that!" she shot back, not in the least angry, mostly amused and also flattered at the flash of jealously she recognized in Lucius.

"Ah, that's right. I remember the first time I saw you in that delightful nearly nude Muggle bathing costume. I remember telling Draco you were welcome over here any time you liked," he laughed, smirking at Hermione.

"That's a bikini, you deviant!" she giggled. "It's gratifying to be appreciated, though."

"Oh I appreciate you all right," he answered, moving Hermione's hand to his growing erection, as he was quickly growing hard again thinking about the first time he had seen the petite witch swimming.

"Can I ask you another question?"

"Anything, love."

"How come you are never sleepy after sex?" Hermione inquired curiously. Her only other frame of reference was Ron, and after grunting his completion, he would always roll over and be snoring within minutes. He had defended his actions to an angry Hermione who always longed for at least a quick cuddle by saying all men were like him, they were simply hard wired for sleep after sex.

“Because I find sex exhilarating, not exhausting, my dear.” and with that cheeky response, he wagged his eyebrows at her, rolling up on to his knees to move over Hermione with the grace of a panther stalking its’ prey.

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Hermione awoke next to Lucius, spent from their earlier exhilaration, despite Lucius' earlier comments about not needing sleep, going twice in a row so quickly had obviously worn him out.

She had never woken up before Lucius and she laid next to him quietly, memorizing the look of Lucius in sleep. He looked younger, more relaxed, and he was exquisitely beautiful.

Hermione rolled over onto her back and sighed. She knew that this was the last time she could could be with Lucius. She was meeting with her future mother-in-law that afternoon to finish the arrangements for her engagement party for Merlin's sake! She realized that the easiest way to leave was to just do it. Get dressed, get my things, and go. Be done. she told herself, getting up as quietly as possible, quickly dressing, but not without one last long look at Lucius before heading out the door.

Leaving her shoes off and tiptoeing out of the Manor, she headed for the apparition point just outside the Manor wards.As she stood, staring at the window where she knew Lucius was sleeping, she began to cry. Why do I feel like this? she thought for at least the millionth time since starting up with Lucius. If it was just meaningless between us then why do I feel like my heart is broken?

Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she apparated out and into the Ministry. Heading to her office, she tried desperately to get her thoughts off of Lucius and onto the rightful person, Ron.

Unbeknownst to Hermione, there was a blonde wizard in Wiltshire who was in a similar mood. He had awoken with Hermione's sigh and realized she was trying to make a quiet escape. This is it, he realized, his heart sinking. She's not coming back after this.

He laid there quietly feigning sleep, until he heard her leave the room, and then went to the window to watch her at the apparition point. When he saw her staring at his window and realized she was crying, his heart broke. He had never intended for this to be anything other than a fling, and in that moment, he knew it had been much more to him. It wasn't just about the fiery passionate sex between them, it was more. He had fallen in love with the young witch somewhere along the way.

When did that happen? he mused. No matter, he thought to himself, it's time to do the honorable thing. Let her go to that boy and marry him if that's what she wanted, if I really feel something for her, the thing to do is let her go, he determined, turning from the window as she winked out of sight, striding into his dressing room and preparing to start his day.

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A/N: Awwww, poor Hermione and Lucius - they really do care for each other! ;)

Thanks so much to everyone who's reading along with me! This story is very nearly finished on my end and should wrap up on Chapter 14. I'll have the next chapter for you on Thursday!
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