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Girl Talk: Scenario 12: Ruined?

His witch was acting strangely and Lucius didn�t like it, at all. Six times in two weeks she had come home late from work and crawled into bed exhausted, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She claimed that her newest project, a transitional habitat for aging centaurs, was taking up more of her time than she had originally expected. He knew that wasn�t the case, he was at the ministry enough to know that she was leaving every day at three, the bulk of her �project� already completed and in the execution phase.

He had seen very little of her and touched even less. Since the beginning of their relationship they had never gone more than a night or two without making love. Of course he knew that over time it was bound to dwindle some as the �honeymoon� period wore off, but that was usually a gradual lessening of intimacy, not a sudden cut off! As he slowly climbed the front steps of his home behind her he wondered where she had been, who she had been with and what she had been doing.

They had gone out for a late luncheon and a little window shopping. Like a slavering dog he had jumped at the opportunity to spend some time with the workaholic witch and subtly pump her for information. Subtlety wasn�t working; she gave nothing away, no indication what so ever that she had been up to anything out of the ordinary. Perhaps he was losing his touch?

�I can�t believe how tired I am,� she said, yawning and stretching her body as she crested the stairs and stood on the wide, pillared front porch. �The centaur project is exhausting.�

�Yes, it has kept you tied up quite late these past few weeks,� he said, eyes narrowing at the convenient opening of topic. �I went by your office last week and you weren�t there�were you on site?� He asked as he opened the front door and waited for her to pass him.

�I was probably in a meeting,� she said offhandedly as she sauntered down the hall. �I just want to curl up on the sofa and read for the rest of the night,� she groaned, making her way towards the parlor.

�Hermione�� he was gritting his teeth as he watched her walk away, wondering when he had become such a coward. He needed information and she had what he needed. �Hermione, I know you haven�t been at work, I know that the project you claim to have been working on is already in the execution phase�where have you been.�

She stopped just outside the parlor door and turned around slowly. An incredulous expression marked her face as she stared at him and he suddenly felt small and more than a little vulnerable.

�Have you been following me?� She asked softly.

�No, I�when you kept coming home late I tried to visit the office�to bring you dinner�� he cleared his throat and straightened his spine, �Where have you been going after work, Hermione?�

�You are being very silly, Lucius,� she laughed nervously.

�Are you�is there someone else?� He hated the way his voice trembled at the question, the way his chest tightened.

�Oh for heaven�s sake, Lucius! Why on earth would you think that?� She asked, shaking her head as she stepped into parlor.

�Because you have been coming home late from who knows where and going straight to sleep! We�ve only had sex twice in the last week!� He exclaimed as he stepped into the parlor behind her. The room illuminated and a sea of shocked faces greeted him.

�Surprise!� Severus cheered with a gleeful smirk from the middle of the crowd.

��Erm� Happy Birthday, Father�� Draco said with a red face.

Lucius slowly began to process the people, the decorations, the gift laden table and the elaborately decorated cake. It was a party. A birthday party. A surprise birthday party, for him. He swallowed hard and let his gaze travel back to her; she looked hurt and decidedly angry as she glared at him.

�Hermione�� he stopped when her hand came up, palm out, to stop him. She turned towards the gathered crowd and smiled sweetly.

�Would you excuse us for just a few moments please? Have a few drinks, enjoy some starters and we will be back shortly,� she said. She didn�t bother to look at him as she turned and stomped out of the room, leaving him embarrassed in the parlor.

�You are in trouble now,� Severus drawled, clearly amused by the situation. �I�d follow if I were you.�

�I beg your forgiveness, we shall return shortly,� Lucius said sharply before turning to follow the witch down the hall. He expected her to go up to their room or to his study but she surprised him when she shoved her way through the French doors and out into the back garden. He was a bit shocked by the stiffness in her body as she stalked her way across the lawn. He followed, knowing that he was in for it when she finally got to where she wished to go.

She slipped into the stables and he heard her snap a dismissal at the staff. He was in serious trouble if she was yelling at the servants. He took a deep breath before he entered the stable. He could see her standing at the end of a long aisle of stalls, her arms crossed and one little foot tapping away on the slatted wood floor. He stood there for a moment, hesitant as guilt washed over him at ruining her surprise. He didn�t move until his favorite horse nudged his shoulder and set him in motion.

The walk down the aisle seemed to take forever and his rather tiny lover seemed a bit more intimidating. She had been angry with him before, several times in fact, but this was different, it wasn�t just anger in her eyes, there was hurt in her expression as well.

�Hermione�� he was interrupted once more when the stable door slid closed and the locking beam fell into place. He physically jolted in surprise and turned back to her to find her wand pointed right between his eyes.

�In there, now,� she ordered, jerking her head towards the tack room. He didn�t argue, he knew that he deserved her anger. He laid his cane on a table and removed his robe in the two warm confines of the tack room. She entered behind him, closing the door and engaging the lock. He was curious as to why she was going to such lengths to ensure their privacy, no one was dumb enough to come looking for them, especially since they knew that she was angry with him.

�I�m sorry,� he said, figuring he should jump things off by apologizing.

�Oh you certainly should be!� She said through gritted teeth. �I can�t believe you thought I was�that I could�.that hurts, more than you can possibly know.� There was a little hitch in her voice and the way she rubbed the center of her chest made Lucius feel like the lowest form of pond scum.

�I don�t know what I was thinking, Hermione,� he said softly as he approached her slowly. She stepped back from him and it made him feel sick to his stomach. �I was just frustrated because I haven�t seen much of you.�

�I wanted to do something nice for your birthday, to make it special,� she said. �I�ve been planning it for weeks, meeting with caterers and guests after work to pull it off without you knowing. Do you have any idea how hard that was with your spies all over the ministry?�

�I�I�m sorry�I didn�t even consider something like this, I don�t normally celebrate my natal day,� he flinched when a fat tear rolled over her cheek.

�I know, that�s why I wanted to do this, to make it special,� she said. �And now the surprise is ruined.�

�No, it�s not ruined, my love, I was more than surprised,� he said, reaching out to wipe the evil tear away. �I�m sorry�I don�t know what else to say.�

�Don�t say anything,� her tone of voice made him nervous. With good reason as she raised her wand and shot a binding spell his direction. With wide eyes he watched as leather strips wound around his wrist and he was dragged across the floor, his hands looped around the pommel of a saddle.

�Hermione, what the devil�� he couldn�t quite finish as he watched her over his shoulder. She transfigured her simple black dress into a body hugging sheathe of black satin that brushed the tops of her feet with a long, wide split up the side. Her sensible black shoes were now shiny patent leather pumps with a deadly, silver tipped stiletto heel. She wore satin gloves all the way up to her elbow and as he watched she pulled a leather riding crop from the wall.

He watched as she flexed the implement in her hand, testing the flexible strength of it before she slapped it against her palm. He jumped at the loud cracking sound that rent the air at the contact. She smiled and slowly walked towards him and he wasn�t sure whether to be frightened or aroused. His cock opted for the later and hardened almost instantly.

�Hmmm�.I think I should introduce you to an old �muggle� tradition,� she said softly as she pressed up against his back and reached around him. She laid the crop over the saddle so that he could get a good look while her hands were busy unfastening his belt and trousers.

�Muggle tradition?� He queried his voice thick with arousal. Her fingers were bumping against his erection as she loosened the slacks and urged them to slide over his hips and pool on the floor around his ankles.

�Mmmm�.it�s a muggle tradition that the birthday boy gets a swat for every year,� she purred against his ear.

�Hermione, I am fifty two�I know you are angry with me but�� Suddenly the rack that the saddle was on shortened and he was jerked forward, bent at the waist with his trousers around his ankles.

�Oh, hush, weren�t you the one who wanted to play games?� She raked her nails up the backs of his thighs, smiling when he shuddered. She flipped the tails of his shirt up over his back, exposing the tight cheeks of his very fine arse.

�But we haven�t even come close to exploring�ouch!� He yelped when she gave one tightly muscled globe a firm swat with her open, bared hand.

�Hmmm�.that stings my palm a bit,� she said, comparing her reddening hand to the small handprint now heating his backside. She reached around him and grasped the crop, slowly dragging it across the saddle so that he could watch its progression. �Let�s see if this makes me more comfortable.�

�Hermione, please��he groaned when he felt her stroking the leather slapper against his bottom.

�Don�t worry, Lucius, I�ll be careful,� she taunted. �I had a look through some of your books a while back; I know that I have to be very careful of my blows so that I don�t hurt anything�vital.� He was unprepared for the first stinging blow across his backside. He grunted and took a long deep breath through his nose.

�Ugh�Hermione, we have guests�.�he grunted when the crop landed against his bottom in several successive lashes.

�They think we are having a row, they are content to drink and eat without us for a bit,� she said, flexing her arm. �You are right, fifty two lashes is a bit much for my arm�..and I think for your bottom as well. It�s all nice and rosy.� She ran her other hand, still donning the cool satin glove, over the heated skin and then slipped around to stroke his cock, still firm and pulsing despite the painful swats. �I think you like this.�

�Do you?� He asked hoarsely. She chuckled and released him, moving back a little to admire his firm backside once more.

�You know�.I rather think that I do,� she said just before landing several more swats. When she was finished she tossed the crop aside and released his wrists. She expected him to rise slowly, gingerly; perhaps he would even give her a remorseful pout. What she didn�t expect was for him to grab her, lightening fast and drag her in front of him.

�Feel better?� He growled as the saddle rack readjusted its height so that he could place her on it, sidesaddle.

�Lots,� she retorted boldly as he began shoving her dress up and out of his way.

�Good�you better not be wearing underpants,� he growled and then moaned appreciatively when he found her knickers free. �Kiss me, you wanton.� Their mouths met in a fierce, hungry kiss as Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles at the small of his back. Spanking Lucius had aroused her more than she imagined. When she had dragged him to the stable her intention had been to argue away from the house, away from their guests. The spanking had been completely unplanned, the impromptu interlude spurred from her frustration at his lack of trust and the ruination of the party she had worked so hard on. When she read his books she never imagined herself as the one delivering the spankings but found that she enjoyed it�more than enjoyed it.

Lucius was sucking on her tongue while he rubbed the head of his cock between folds that were swollen and thickly coated with her slippery cream. He had definitely enjoyed the more daring side of his little witch, despite his smarting arse. He was vividly reminded of his punished posterior when her fingers dug into the red, heated flesh and the pain flashed up his spine. He hissed and thrust forward, sliding into the silky hot furrow of her sex and seating his cock fully in the scalding embrace of her pussy.

�Just so you know�� he pulled back slowly and thrust forward hard and fast. �When your birthday rolls around we will revisit this muggle tradition�� he withdrew and thrust again �and it will be your sweet little arse that is set on fire!� He braced one hand on the wall behind her and with the other he gripped her hip as he began to pump and grind his cock into her. The small tack room filled with the sounds of sex. Heavy breathing, moaning and the wet slap of bodies connecting at the hip reverberated off the walls, the air thick and musky with the scent of sex.

�Mmmm�sounds wonderful�..more, Lucius, more please!� He picked up the pace, the saddle rack rocking beneath them as he fucked her with increased fervor. Over and over he plunged into her, his mouth devouring her lips, her chin, her throat, whatever part of her he could access just as long as he had the taste of her in his mouth.

�I can feel you�I can feel those tiny little shudders inside you�it�s like your pussy is trying to suck me deeper,� he whispered in her ear between nibbling on her earlobe. He smiled when she threw her head back and wailed her release. She always responded to his naughty conversation favorably. He continued to thrust through her orgasm, pumping his shaft through the snug flesh clenching and unclenching spasmodically. She held on tight, whimpering into his shoulder as his thrusts prolonged her orgasm until he finally joined her, plunging deep and holding himself still as he filled her with his creamy release.

He shuddered against her, his body covered in gooseflesh and quickly cooling perspiration. He kissed the side of her neck, his arms going around her to hug her close as they waited for their breathing and heartbeats to calm.

�I�m sorry I ruined your surprise, Hermione,� he whispered. �I know you would not betray me�I just worry that you will grow tired of being with an older man, that you will grow tired of me.�

�Never,� she sighed, hugging him close. �You didn�t ruin it�speaking of the surprise�we should really get back.�

�Right�can�t have a party without the hosts,� he said as he reluctantly withdrew from her and they began to dress.

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The party was in full swing when Hermione and Lucius returned, hands entwined as they entered the room. The rosy glow on their faces let everyone know that they had made up and made no secret of just what they had been up to during their absence. They mingled with their guests, enjoyed the food laid out on the buffet and the appetizers being passed around by the wait staff. They drank the champagne and Lucius politely endured the many toasts to his birthday and good natured jibes at his advancing age.

�Father, why don�t you have a seat and open your gifts,� Draco said, indicating the chair that he had placed near the gift table.

�I think I prefer to stand,� Lucius said tightly as he caught Hermione�s smiling eyes. He had been just about to cast a healing charm on his backside while they dressed when Hermione stopped him, insisting that he leave his sore, abused bottom alone and endure the discomfort as penance for his inconsiderate behavior and accusations.

�Alright,� Draco looked confused as he began passing gifts to his father. Lucius was embarrassed to be opening the gifts in front of everyone, but he was polite and gracious. Thanking each person for their thoughtfulness as he opened bottles of wine and whiskey, books and stationary, ties and gloves. Finally he reached the last package. It was Hermione�s gift. He looked at her curiously as she stood beside him; she was shaking nervously as he carefully removed the paper to find a black leather box with a silver closure.

�What is this?� He asked softly, flipping the little clasp and opening the box. There, set in the black leather lining was a simple platinum band with runes etched into the surface. They glowed slightly when he ran his finger over them. �Hermione?� He was confused when she reached out for the ring, her hands shaking terribly as she took his hand in hers and cleared her throat.

�Lucius�we�ve been together for a while now�and the gods know it has been one hell of an adventure,� she took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. �I love you, more than I ever thought possible and I never want to be without you...Lucius Malfoy�will you marry me?�

He would have thought it impossible for his eyes to widen to such a degree. He had never, EVER been more shocked than he was in that moment and from the sound of the gasps circulating the room he wasn�t the only one. She had just proposed to him! In front of everyone! He looked out over the sea of stunned faces and the sadistically smirking face of his best friend. They were waiting for an answer.

He looked back at her, saw the fear and vulnerability in her eyes and realized what it had taken for her to put herself out there that way. She loved him. She wanted to marry him and she had told him so in front of everyone that mattered to them.

�You surprising, wonderful, amazing witch,� he said softly. �Of course, I�ll marry you.� He swept her up into his arms to the sound of the room cheering. She buried her face into his shoulder, crying softly as he held her tight. �I can�t believe you did this.�

�I love you, Lucius,� she said tearfully.

�And I you, My Love�.my bride,� he chuckled and squeezed her tight. �Never in a million years did I think a witch would propose to me.�

She lifted her face from his shoulder and smiled at him, �Well, It�s nice to be the one calling the shots for a change.�

�Beaten and betrothed all in one night�you never bore me,� he kissed her lips softly, more in love with her than ever before.

Tbc��

Another little snippet�.Lucius just cant be ignored for long�. I know this was tame, but I promises there is more to come, just wait until you read what I have planned for Lucius�s stag night =) and Hermione�s hen party�and the wedding�..

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