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The Masked Lady	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 36030 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 13: A Question of Retirement

After nearly two months off, one of which she spent with Lucius who took her on a surprise holiday to Switzerland where they spent their time snowed in at a little mountain chalet making love and �getting to know� each other, Hermione was back at work. She glanced over at the newest photograph to grace her desk in a shiny silver frame. Lucius smiled back at her from over her head, the snowy mountain tops in the distance behind them. Never in a million years did she think she would have photographs of a Malfoy or that it would bring her so much joy to look at them.

People�s reactions were so much fun to watch. They way they stared at them when they went out, as though they expected them to break out in a duel at any moment or maybe stand up and laugh and say it was all a giant hoax. Pureblood women were the most interesting, the rumor spreading among their circles was that Hermione had him imperioused or otherwise enthralled because there was no way Lucius Malfoy would lower himself to be with her. The men had the opposite train of thought, convinced that Lucius had turned her into his personal little sex pet. That notion was hilarious to her. She and Lucius were both rather aggressive, dominant lovers and their sex life was explosive, and it just kept getting better, but neither could be called the others �pet�.

She pulled her thoughts from a randy, naked Lucius and tried to focus them back on the stack of aid requests lying on her desk. There was no way she would be able to find the funds to help them all financially but she may be able to get local charities to donate food and clothing to some of the �less needy�. She sighed and began sorting the applications into piles based on their level of need, once again feeling the strain of helplessness on her shoulders.

�Well, I guess retirement didn�t last very long did it?� Hermione looked up, startled to see Lucius storming through her office door and slamming the Daily Prophet onto her desk. He was angry, very angry and she had no idea why.

�What are you bellowing about?� She shoved his hand out of the way and stared at the newspaper.

The Masked Lady Returns!

After announcing her retirement from thievery The Masked Lady returned to her old ways last night at the exclusive Dragon�s Eye Country Club. She made off with a small fortune in jewels and left more than one wizard stunned on the golf course. No longer the polite and non-violent thief who had begun to win over the heart of the public despite the fact that she was emptying their coffers, she left her victims frightened and nursing a few minor injuries. What changed this magical Robin Hood into a hoodlum? Witnesses who had come in contact with her previously say she looked the same yet was �different�, harder and her intentions seemed less than noble. The ministry of magic has yet to comment on the incident.

�You told me that it was over, that you stopped.� His eyes were narrowed and his lips tight. She couldn�t believe how angry he was.

�Lucius, I did.� She laid the paper back down on her desk and looked up at him. �This isn�t me.�

�What do you mean it isn�t you? YOU are the masked lady.� He whispered harshly, keeping his voice low so no one would hear.

�I was, this isn�t me.� She said softly. �Think about it, this happened last night�where was I last night, Lucius?�

�With me.� His brow furrowed in confusion. �You were with me last night.�

�That�s right, Lucius, I was with you all night. Most of it beneath you. I didn�t leave your sight at all, you even followed me to the loo�pervert.� She muttered the last word with a little grin to let him know she was teasing.

�Then who was it?� He came around her desk and clasped her chin in his hand as he bent down to kiss her softly. �I am sorry I shouted at you. When I saw this I became worried that you were taking chances again.�

�I said I was done and I meant it, I wouldn�t lie to you about that.� She said, kissing him back. He sat on the edge of her desk and folded his arms across his chest.

�Then someone is telling stories trying to sell papers.� He sighed in relief and looked down at her desk. �How is your first day back?�

�Busy�hopeless. I have a meeting shortly where I will once again be denied an increase in funding.� She stood and shuffled the applications on her desk into a file folder before shoving it into her desk drawer.

�You know, if you fixed yourself up a bit you might get a different result.� He said eyeing her rather sorry attire. A pair of baggy black trousers, an oversized white button down and a pair of clunky black shoes swallowed her. Her hair was twisted into a ragged bun that sat lopsided on the back of her head.

�Wow, talk like that will have me wetting my knickers in no time, Lucius.� She rolled her eyes and walked across the office to a filing cabinet to retrieve several folders she would need for the meeting. When she turned around he was pointing his wand at her. Before she could scream or protest magic was swirling around her. The baggy slacks shortened and were taken in to a perfectly tailored fit. The oversized white button down became silk and fitted, nipping in at the waist to outline her shape perfectly. Clunky black loafers became sleek black leather heels with a pointy toe and stiletto heel. Her sloppy bun pulled loose and her hair was smoothed into a sleek ponytail at the back of her head that curled softly at the ends.

�Now you look like a confident woman capable of handling an increased budget.� He said smugly.

�My appearance has no bearing on my ability to manage this department and its budget, Lucius.� She said grumpily as she looked down at the admitted improvement to her clothing.

�No, but it does affect their impressions of you and your abilities. Fair or not, Hermione, image is just part of business, if you look like you aren�t capable of putting yourself together then they aren�t going to be confident in your ability to handle your job.� He sat down in her chair and withdrew his leather planner from his robes, increasing it to its regular size.

�What are you doing?� She asked, watching him set himself up at her desk as if he belonged there.

�Go to your budget meeting, I will wait for you here and when you return we can have lunch.� He said as he plucked a quill from the cup on her desk and pulled the inkpot towards him.

�Don�t you have an office at home to do your work?� She groused, gathering up the rest of her files.

�Yes, but you aren�t at my house, you are here.� He said softly. �Speaking of home, I want to talk to you about where you live, Hermione, it�s unacceptable.�

�Oh no! I am NOT talking about this right now, Lucius.� She had been listening to his little digs on her flat for a month and knew he would eventually get around to a full out conversation about it.

�Fine, we will talk about it later, but we WILL talk about it.� He said, his expression making it clear that he would not be deterred. With a growl she left her office wondering just how much of her life he intended to change to suit him and how much she would let him.

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Hermione was in a foul mood and Lucius found it rather amusing as he followed her back into her office after a rather uncomfortable lunch date. She was upset with him because she had gotten a substantial increase in her budget, he had been right.

�I don�t understand why I am in trouble because you got the increase, it is what you have been wanting for ages.� Lucius stated as he leaned against the doorframe and watched her toss her handbag on top of the filing cabinet. She turned to glare at him, her hands on her hips in a rather saucy stance that had his body twitching in interest.

�Just admit it; you made them give me the budget increase!� She had been making the same argument for the last hour, refusing to believe that something as superficial as her clothing made the difference.

�I am flattered that you believe my influence reaches that far, but I assure you it does not.� He said. �I know you don�t want to acknowledge it, but you need to accept that image is more important in the professional world than you want to believe.�

�No, if you didn�t force their hand then you made a donation and convinced them to cover up your involvement.� She insisted. �Just because I am fucking you doesn�t mean you can interfere with my life, Lucius!�

�For the love of�grrrrr�.you are the most stubborn witch I have ever met!� He was gripping his cane so hard he thought he might snap it as he stalked towards her. She didn�t have the good sense to back up or even look frightened, instead she stood there, blatantly defiant with her impudent little chin stuck out and ready for a fight. �I had NOTHING to do with your funding increase. I have been swimming in this ocean for a long time, Hermione, I know how business works, I know what affects people�s decisions. Why are you being so difficult? You got the funding you needed, be happy about it and stop your bellyaching!�

�Alright, fine, you didn�t have anything to do with my budget. Why are you trying to change me?� Her lips were tight and her back ramrod straight.

�Change you? Have you lost your damned mind?� He slammed his cane down on her desk and mimicked her pose, putting his hands on his hips and staring her down with only a few inches between them. �You are just itching for a fight, aren�t you? I am not trying to �change� you.�

�What about my clothes? What about your constant insults about where I live?� She was being an irrational bitch but god damn it he scared the hell out of her. What if he decided she wasn�t good enough and walked away? She was happy, something she hadn�t been in a very long time and she knew it was because of him. He was in her heart and that meant he had the power to hurt her and if he did she didn�t know how she would handle it.

�Your clothing is atrocious and you damned well know it! I was trying to help you�I DID help you! I personally don�t give a damn, it works to my advantage if you look like hell because other men won�t see just how beautiful you are and try to move into my territory. Besides, I prefer you naked anyhow. As to that�hovel�you live in, it is ridiculous for you to live in such squalor when I know you can afford better. It is unfit for a woman like you. With your new budget you can stop giving all of your extra income to charity and find something better, or you could let me provide you with a home�.�

�Provide me with a home? You want to set me up like some sort of kept woman, a mistress! Do you think me a whore?� Her eyes were wide with indignation and Lucius was seething at her deliberate twisting of his words.

�You are trying my patience with this game, Hermione. You know very well that wasn�t what I meant. I just want you living somewhere safe, and not reeking of mold and who knows what else in a slum filled with rapists and murderers!�

�I don�t need you to pay for me a place to live!� She was shouting now, her blood pumping hard as she argued with him.

�Fine, I won�t try to pay for you a place.� The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. �You could move into the manor with me instead.�

�You have gone completely around the bend.� Her voice was much quieter now, her eyes wide as her stomach churned in response. �That is not funny, Lucius.�

She tried to step around him and flee the suddenly uncomfortable moment but he grabbed her around the waist and held her in place.

�Do you see me laughing?� He asked, holding her against him. �This isn�t exactly how I wanted to bring this up, but you just had to pick a fight in the middle of the day. Live with me.�

�I was tortured in that house, right in the middle of your main parlor��

�I�ll blast the parlor out and build a new one.�

�Draco won�t like me living there��

�Draco has his own home where he can make the rules; his opinion means nothing in mine.�

�Wizards don�t live together outside of marriage and I don�t want to marry you.�

�I didn�t ask you to marry me.� Her frown made him grin. �Consider it one more sign that I have changed, embraced the muggle practice of living in sin.�

�We�ve only been seeing each other a month!� What was he thinking? They couldn�t just live together�could they?

�Long enough for me to realize that I want you with me. That I care for you very much. You have spent every night with me for the last month, Hermione; this just makes it more convenient.� His hands were rubbing small, soothing circles on her lower back.

�What about my furniture and my things?� She was weakening. She couldn�t help it, when he looked at her that way, as if she were precious to him, she couldn�t breathe, couldn�t think.

She was still adjusting to the fact that she was in a relationship with him. What did she want? Did she want to live with him? Did she want him to love her? Did she want to marry him some day? She was comfortable with him, something she hadn�t expected. She kept waiting for their past to raise its very ugly head and ruin things but so far it hadn�t been an issue, everyone had done things in their past they weren�t proud of. Alright, so maybe Lucius was rather proud of himself and he did have more skeletons in his closet than most but it didn�t mean he wasn�t worthy of forgiveness.

�Be honest, Hermione, your furniture isn�t worth keeping but I will give you your own space for your clothing and your own private study for your personal things. You will of course be sharing a room with me.� His hand slid down over her bottom and squeezed.

�I didn�t think you purebloods believed in sleeping in the same room.� Her brow was furrowed so he kissed the lines between her eyes and she instantly relaxed.

�I want to sleep with you every night, I enjoyed it immensely while we were on holiday. Besides, you aren�t a pureblood and as I said, I�m trying to broaden my horizons and embrace muggle practices.�

�I don�t know, Lucius, living together is a very big deal and people are going to do some serious talking about us �breaking the rules�.� She had also enjoyed their time alone in Switzerland. Waking up wrapped tightly in his embrace was one of the most poignant experiences in her life as strange as that sounded. She had felt safe and cherished for the first time.

�I don�t care what people talk about, it�s none of their concern. I have thought about this since we returned from Switzerland, this is what I want, you are what I want.� When she met his eyes she could actually feel his sincerity.

�And if we don�t work out?� She reached up and stroked his bottom lip with her index finger.

�Then I will buy you a flat and give you a nicely padded vault at Gringotts same as my other mistresses.� He winked and she punched him in the shoulder for his jest.

�I may live to regret this decision but I am tired of that shoddy landlord leering at me all the time. Yes, Lucius, I will move in with you but if there is any indication that this isn�t working I am gone and you aren�t going to say a word about it.� She leaned into him, absorbing the warmth of his body.

�If it isn�t working then why would I want you to stay?� He nipped at the finger still stroking his lip and held her tighter. �I�d toss you out on your sweet little ass before you could say my name.�

�I love the way you sweet talk me.� She laughed. �So we have a deal then?�

�Oh yes, most definitely. Now, kiss me and make it official.� His hands were cupping her backside and holding her tight against the bulge increasing the front of his trousers. She lifted onto her toes and pressed her lips lightly to his. When she would have moved away and broke the kiss he lifted her and pulled her bottom lip between his teeth as he turned and sat her on the edge of her desk.

�Lucius, what do you think you are�.Oh my�� She started to protest but found herself suddenly naked from the waist down except for the black leather heels that were actually more comfortable than she would have thought.

�I decided this deal needed more than a kiss to make it official.� He said as he slipped her buttons free and pushed her blouse open. The cups of her bra were pulled down and he was sucking her nipple into his mouth before she could think clearly.

�Lucius, this is my office�oh that�s so good�� She clutched his head to her and let him ease her back onto the desk while he suckled at her breasts. She could feel his hand between them working his trousers open and any and all protests fled her mind. He released her breasts reluctantly and straightened, sliding his hands beneath her hips to drag her closer to the edge so that her bottom was only half on the desk. He draped her thighs over his arms and spread her wide as he rubbed the dripping tip of his cock up and down her slit, amazed at how wet she became so quickly.

�You are always so wet for me�I love it.� He groaned as he pulled back his foreskin and popped the fat tip inside her. She tightened around him, flexing her inner muscles so that her pussy felt like it was suckling on his crown. �Fuck�you were made for me, Pet, every inch of you.� He pushed through her tight grip until he could push no further then slowly withdrew before thrusting into her faster and harder than before, watching her breasts shimmy and bounce with the movement. �Your breasts are perfect; I have to stop myself from reaching out to touch them lest I fondle you in public. Your curves are so soft, so smooth�I love the way you fill my hands, the way you feel under me.� He was fucking into her steadily, his ass flexing and grinding as he filled her. He reached between her thighs and rotated his thumb over her clit, nearly sobbing when she flexed around him and cried his name desperately. �Fucking you is so good, Hermione, your pussy is always so wet and hot, so tight I can barely stand it.� She loved it when he whispered naughty words during sex; she loved the shiver it sent down her spine.

�Yes�.fuck me, Lucius, fuck me harder.� She moaned, her hand fisted in the front of his shirt. He could see her face beginning to scrunch up, a tell he had learned early on, she was going to come.

�Not just yet, Pet.� He dropped her thighs and withdrew suddenly. Her eyes snapped open and she groaned in protest.

�Don�t stop!�

�Turn around, bend over the desk.� He was already guiding her into position. �My god that is fucking beautiful.� He muttered looking down at the way the heels made her legs look as she stood there bent over her desk. He ran his hands over the smooth, round globes of her ass, squeezing and caressing the spongy flesh as she moaned and wiggled her hips hoping to entice him back into her. He pushed her blouse out of the way and kissed the little dimples at the base of her spine. He sank his teeth lightly into her left cheek before rising up and sliding into her from behind. Her relieved moan was loud as she braced herself for his assault. Lucius always rode her particularly hard from behind and she needed support or she would collapse beneath him.

Harry opened the doors to the Department of Charities and stepped into the empty waiting area. Hermione didn�t keep a receptionist as she would rather use the money for her programs. The light was on in her office and he could hear muffled voices from inside along with an odd, rhythmic clapping noise. What was she doing?

�Hermione, are you in there?� He asked as he neared the door.

�Don�t come in!� Her voice was shrill and sounded panicked. Harry rushed to the door but it slammed in his face. Unfortunately not before he caught a glimpse of Hermione lying across her desk with Lucius behind her.

The sound of the outer door opening had Hermione stiffening and raising her head.

�Lucius, someone is coming!� She yelped, trying not to ignore it in favor of the delicious slide of his cock inside her.

�Me�.soon.� He growled.

�Hermione, are you here?� Harry�s voice called from too close for comfort.

�Don�t come in!� She cried, her voice shrill and stuttered from the jerking of her body beneath Lucius�s. Harry neared the door but Lucius�s hand flew up and slammed it closed, locking it without missing a single beat.

�Nosy arsed boy.� Lucius grumbled, still pummeling the witch from behind. He held her cheeks in his hands, loving the way her ass looked as he bounced off of it. Would he ever get tired of her? Gods he hoped not!

�You really are a pervert!� She was making shrill little noises with every thrust, incapable of controlling her reaction. When Lucius was inside her he owned her, body and soul. He never did it halfway whether it was a wild, rough ride like their current tryst or soft, tender lovemaking in front of the fire in the snowy Swiss Alps. She whimpered when she felt him spreading her cheeks and his thumb slid between them, lightly pressing and massaging against her back entrance. �Oh sweet mercy�Lucius!� She couldn�t believe he was touching her there, he never had before. She didn�t want to like it, she wanted to be offended or disgusted but she couldn�t, it felt too damned good.

�I want to fuck you here.� He muttered, pressing just a little harder and entering her with the tip of his thumb. �You�re still a virgin here.� He withdrew, knowing it wasn�t the time or the place for an activity that required time and patience and lots and lots of lubricant. Her reaction however, was quite favorable. He leaned over her back, his hands covering hers on the desk as he flexed into her. �Tell me you want me to; tell me you want me to fuck that sweet little ass.� He growled against her ear. He moved his head out of the way just in time as she threw her head back and wailed her release. Her pussy trembled and clasped around him, tightening and relaxing again and again as he continued to stroke into her until his own orgasm was wrenched from him with a guttural sound that sounded shocking to his own ears.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him as he reached behind him for her chair. He held it steady as he fell back into it, pulling her with him and into his lap. She moaned when she felt the wet trickle of his seed on her thighs and snatched his cane from the desk to clean them up.

�You are a bad man.� She said letting her head fall back onto his shoulder.

�I never claimed to be good.� He closed his eyes and concentrated on calming his breathing. �You are exhausting.�

�Don�t blame me, this was your idea.� She winced as she sat up and cast a spell to restore her clothing.

�Right, it was a good idea, just tiring.� He yawned and took his wand from her to fix his mussed clothing. �Do you think Potter is still outside?�

�Oh god, Harry!�

Hi! So�.there is a copycat on the loose�hmmmmmm�..and there is some more random smut thrown in just because I can�Actually, Lucius insisted upon it, he really is rather perverted�hope you enjoyed it =) I am off to do some Spring cleaning now�happy first day of spring everybody!!!!

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