Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Polyjuice	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 32326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K Rowling's fantastic books or films, I'm just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
A/N: To Mamacita, thanks for being my beta — you’re fab!
Voracious Reader — Tricky questions to answer this time without giving too much away, but I think Hermione will be telling anyone who might help her.
Werewolfhime — Don’t you shake your finger at me young lady or there’ll be NO MORE LUCIUS EVER!!!! *LOL* Nah I was only joking . . . of course there’s more. In fact, I think he’s just about to become rather more involved in more ways than one.
Avanell — Yes, it’s just a shame it took them so long. Still, that’s the joy of stroppy teenagers. In fact, Snape did Hermione a favour (although I’m not sure she would see it that way right now) because if he hadn’t been so mean to Ron he would probably have sulked at Hermione for the rest of eternity!
Meankitty69 — Yes, she can confide, although what he’ll do about it remains to be seen.
Heidi19176 — Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I can’t help but LOL @ everyone so eager to see if she’s going to talk to Snape. I think there’s someone else she’ll tell first . . . .
Ginnylovesharry07 — Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Yep, the hunt is now definitely on for the father, although maybe Hermione would be better off not knowing . . . mind you, they only have to wait for the birth then it’ll be rather obvious I think. Imagine that shock; suddenly realising you’ve given birth to a Malfoy. (Yes I’m aware Werewolfhime would be over the moon at that!) *LOL*
Elphaba — Yep, Snape is nice it’s official (of course I might be a little biased being completely in love with him myself but I think he does have the capability to be vaguely pleasant, and don’t forget in the books we see him through Harry’s incredibly biased eyes as opposed to my incredibly biased ones). Poor Hermione, what is she going to do when she finds out that it’s a Malfoy? *LOL*

Hermione was desperate to talk to Simon about her discovery. She still hadn’t told Harry and Ron about her relationship with him, as she didn’t want to rock the boat when they had only just made up again. The last thing she needed was Ron going off on his high horse about a secret lover. But this might change everything with her boyfriend. After all, now she had no idea who the father of her baby was.
She had seen Simon in the corridor as she was going to Arithmancy but he was too far away for her to reach him. Fortunately, he found her after her lesson as she was walking back across the lawn to the castle.
Lucius put his hands over her eyes as she walked slowly across the lawn. ‘Guess who,’ he whispered seductively in her ear.
Over the last couple of weeks, he had begun to show himself around the school a bit, He had been worried by a comment Hermione had made about him being the invisible man. Lucius didn’t need her to suspect him, so he had begun to appear in corridors between classes and even once or twice gone to the Great Hall, always too far away for her to reach him for a conversation, but at least she had seen him and knew he really was a member of the school.
He watched Hermione interestedly as she walked across the grass. If you knew she was pregnant it was quite obvious, and not just because of the robes she wore buttoned up even on a warm day like today. There was something in the way she walked, the way she carried the extra weight that was showing so wonderfully now. Her skin glowed and her hair was lustrous. She was radiant and he couldn’t wait to make love to her again.
Lucius wondered idly how much longer she would let him do it. Presumably, it got uncomfortable after a certain stage of pregnancy, didn’t it? He didn’t know from experience. Narcissa had never let him touch her at all once she had found out she was pregnant. Being able to touch Hermione’s beautifully changing body was a joy that he was savouring every moment of.
‘I suppose I can’t tempt you with a walk round the lake, can I?’ he asked cheekily.
Hermione sighed. ‘I’d love to, Simon, but I promised Harry and Ron that I’d study with them. Perhaps later?’
She gave him a consolatory kiss.
Lucius was annoyed. He didn’t know what had happened but suddenly Hermione and the Gryffindor idiots were all buddy-buddy again. In fact, the Weasley oaf was even looking protective. Had she somehow convinced him that he was the father? Lucius wasn’t having that. Hermione and the baby were his, and he had no intention of sharing them with a poverty-stricken blood-traitor.
He smiled. ‘Later would be good. On one condition.’ He waggled his eyebrows playfully.
Hermione studied him appraisingly. ‘And that condition is?’
‘You let me tie you to the bed in the Room of Requirement,’ Simon whispered wickedly in her ear.
Hermione laughed. ‘Gods, Simon, I look like a whale. Not awfully attractive.’
Simon put his arms around her waist, his hands on her belly, pulling her back against him. ‘I think you look beautiful, Hermione, even more attractive than when I first met you.’ He pressed his hardness against her to prove the point. Hermione gave a low moan of desire.
‘So? Do we have an agreement?’ His voice sent shivers down Hermione’s spine and she gasped. The baby had just kicked her. Obviously, Simon’s voice affected it too. Lucius stiffened with pleasure as he felt his child kick.
‘Hmm, maybe. I’ll consider it as long as you’ll let me go if I’m uncomfortable,’ she replied. ‘You are aware that I need to visit the toilet on a regular basis?’ She grinned.
‘Well, let’s hope there are facilities in the room, then,’ Simon replied cheerfully. ‘And I don’t mean a chamber pot.’
Hermione giggled. ‘The first time we found the Room of Requirement Ron said something about it being a toilet. I guess that’s what I’ll be thinking about.’
She turned in his arms and gave him a brief kiss. ‘Talking of which, I need to go. It’s a long walk to the girls’ bathroom in my condition. I’ll see you after dinner.’

Hermione headed nervously to the seventh floor. She couldn’t believe she had actually said yes to Simon tying her up. Why the hell had she agreed to that? Seriously, she was surprised that he was still interested in her now that she was growing so large and was a bit worried about losing him to someone thinner and prettier, especially once she had told him the truth about her night with Ron, so maybe that was why she had said yes.
As she thought about it, it all seemed so sordid. She’d had sex — given away her virginity even — to a complete stranger. A one-night stand! She felt tears prickle at her eyes again but she wasn’t going to let them out. As she walked down the corridor she saw the door was already there. Simon must have arrived before her. She just hoped he had remembered that she needed a toilet.
Pushing the door open, Hermione saw that the room was now completely a bedroom, the lounge part that she had always hankered after in her fantasies was gone. The room was dark and sensual with a slightly menacing air to it, although that could just have been her apprehension about the bondage. She spotted a door in the corner, hoping it was a toilet. She made her way across to it, wondering where Simon was.
Once she emerged from the bathroom she saw him instantly. He was lying on the bed, arms behind his head, seeming completely relaxed. His shirt was already undone and he looked totally gorgeous. Hermione crossed the room to sit next to him on the bed. She brushed her hand across his chest, playing with his stiff nipples.
‘Found the toilet okay,’ he said with a grin.
‘Yes, thank you. I did warn you I have to go a lot.’
‘Hmmm, that could be a problem,’ Simon smiled.
‘Then don’t tie me up. I’m not really keen on the idea anyway,’ Hermione admitted.
He looked disappointed. ‘I was so looking forward to it,’ he said seductively.
Hermione shivered. ‘I need to talk to you, Simon. It’s important.’
Simon had now sat up and was kissing her throat, his hands busily undoing her blouse. ‘Later,’ he whispered.
‘I’m not sure it can wait,’ Hermione said. She didn’t want to deceive him.
Simon’s lips found hers. ‘Of course it can,’ he smiled. ‘You’ve left me excited for too long, Hermione. Loving first, chatting later.’
He kissed her again. His hands reached round her back to unclasp her bra, cupping her swollen breasts once the item was discarded. He moaned with desire and pushed Hermione down beneath him. His mouth found her hardened nipple and sucked, tongue laving the stiff bud.
‘Mmmmmm, bigger boobs,’ he said happily and attacked them further, his hands now undoing her skirt.
‘Bigger everything,’ Hermione laughed. ‘I’m like a whale.’
‘A very sexy whale,’ Simon confirmed lecherously as he removed her knickers. His hand brushed lovingly over her bare belly, feeling the slight movement of the baby within. He kissed her stomach.
‘I can think of something that isn’t bigger,’ he whispered as his fingers brushed over her slit, then slid into the musky wetness. Hermione gave a small mewl of pleasure as she moved against his fingers, feeling them slide deeper inside her. Simon’s mouth was back on hers now, claiming her tongue as he moved against her, his trousers rubbing roughly against her belly. Hermione gave another moan. Simon slowly pushed her hands above her head, exposing her breasts to his mouth once more as her back arched slightly.
‘Do you need to go to the toilet again?’ he asked gently.
Hermione shook her head. ‘Not yet.’
Simon smiled wickedly. ‘Good. Then we’re ready.’
Before she had a chance to react he whispered a few words and silken ropes shot from the posts of the bed, securely tying themselves around Hermione’s ankles and wrists. She was spread-eagled across the bed and completely unable to move.
Hermione felt a mixture of embarrassment and shock at her position. It was completely undignified, especially for one in her condition. For some reason, the idea of a giant stuffed turkey sprang into her mind and she started to giggle.
‘Why are you laughing?’ Simon asked, surprised. Being tied that securely didn’t usually have that effect on people.
‘I was just thinking I must look like a trussed turkey,’ Hermione said.
Lucius gazed at his beautiful lover. She looked magnificent and he wanted nothing more than to plough into her, but that wasn’t the point of this exercise, not while she was so pregnant anyway.
‘You look absolutely beautiful,’ he told her honestly. ‘And if you weren’t pregnant I’d already be fucking you.’
He bent over to kiss her belly again. ‘Of course, you look even more gorgeous being pregnant,’ he said with a smile. His mouth travelled lower.
Hermione gasped as Simon’s tongue flicked at her clit. Oh gods, he was going to go down on her and she had no means of escape at all when it got to be too much. Her back was already arching as his tongue licked the length of her pussy, his moans of pleasure mingling with hers. Then his tongue was inside her. His fingers, freed by the ropes from having to hold her, able to play with her clit as he worked on her, drawing out her orgasm, feeling her move nearer and nearer.
As always Simon ignored her cries for mercy, attacking her with even more vigour as his fingers slid inside her, making her cry out as she bucked against them. All the time she was getting wetter, her juices flowing as his greedy tongue lapped them up, willing her to come for him, which she soon did, screaming out his name as she thrashed against the bonds that held her.

Lucius stared down at his love, absolutely certain that he had never seen a sight more beautiful in his life. He never got tired of looking at Hermione, wherever she was, however she was dressed, and he was sure he never would. What had started as a lust-fuelled obsession had turned into pure love, and he wished he could reveal his true self rather than continue to hide behind the façade he had created. But unfortunately, that wasn’t an option, at least not at the moment. He was Simon Caldwell, and that was who he would stay.
Hermione writhed in her bonds. Lucius knew he should release her as she probably needed to go to the toilet again, but there was something about her tied up and so obviously in his power that he found highly erotic. Well, he had to untie her anyway. He wanted to be inside her and the position she was currently in was not really viable at this stage of pregnancy. But once the baby was born . . . .
He brought his mind back to the subject at hand and leant over to kiss her stomach once more before whispering the words that would free his lover from the bonds. Hermione gasped with relief and pushed herself off the bed, heading straight for the toilet. Lucius watched her go, admiring how sexy her new curves made her look.
When she returned, apologetic and grinning ruefully, Simon took her in his arms, caressing her gently before convincing her to get on her hands and knees. He checked that she was comfortable in the position before entering her, enjoying the feel of her tight entrance as he slid deep inside her, keeping a check on himself to make sure that she and the baby suffered no discomfort. So turned on was he that it wasn’t long before his climax was upon him, his cries of pleasure causing Hermione to come again.
As they lay in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking Hermione knew she had to tell Simon about the baby. But it was hard to ruin such a perfect moment.
‘So, did you like being tied up?’ Lucius asked her.
Hermione considered the question for a few seconds. ‘It was interesting,’ she admitted eventually. ‘I would probably do it again, although I don’t think I’d want to do it too often, and not while I’m pregnant.’
She stroked Simon’s face. ‘Of course, I wouldn’t mind tying you up.’ She winked.
Simon laughed richly. ‘You definitely are my perfect woman, Hermione. You never know — I may just let you do that sometime.’ He kissed her hair. ‘Well, there are plenty of other things we can do instead of bondage,’ he said seductively.
‘Really? Like what?’ Hermione was intrigued.
‘How about anal sex?’ he whispered in her ear, the sound sending a shiver down her spine.
Hermione looked less than enthralled. ‘It doesn’t appeal,’ she admitted.
‘Neither did the bondage,’ Simon reminded her. ‘Anyway, it’s a good position during pregnancy, doesn’t put so much pressure on the baby.’
Hermione laughed. ‘What rubbish. You just want to fuck my arse.’
‘True,’ Simon admitted with a smile, ‘but it is less pressure, too.’
‘So we can keep having sex longer?’ she asked shrewdly. ‘Move on to my bottom when I can’t take it any other way?’
Simon shook his head. ‘Actually, I want to fuck both your pussy and your arse. It’s a possession thing, Hermione. I want to possess you completely, make you totally mine.’
Hermione laughed. ‘I’m not really sure it’s for me, Simon, but I’ll bear it in mind. Oops, excuse me.’ She slid off the bed once more. On her return, she didn’t immediately get back on the bed but instead, stood looking down at Simon where he lay.
‘Come back to bed,’ he suggested, opening his arms to her.
Hermione sighed. ‘Simon, I really need to talk to you. And it has to be now. I have to go soon. It’s going to take me forever to walk back to Gryffindor tower and I don’t want to be late for curfew.’
Simon sat up and motioned for Hermione to sit beside him. What was she going to say? He really hoped she wasn’t going to try to split up with him again.
‘What’s the matter, love?’ he asked gently.
Hermione took a deep breath. ‘I had a talk with Ronald earlier in the week . . . .’ She trailed off not sure how to continue.
Lucius’ heart pounded. Gods, had Weasley decided to accept the baby?
‘What did he say? Is he taking responsibility?’
Hermione shook her head. Lucius breathed a silent sigh of relief. He was safe.
‘So what did he want?’ His voice was harsher than he had meant it to come out.
Hermione looked at him curiously. Was Simon jealous of Ron?
‘Harry made us talk to each other because things were getting out of hand. I was hating Ron for denying that he’d had anything to do with me, and it needed sorting.’ She stopped again and looked at her hands.
‘The thing is, Simon, Ron actually didn’t have anything to do with me.’ She kept her head down, not wanting to see her boyfriend’s face. He reached out to pull up her chin so he could look into her eyes.
‘What do you mean, didn’t have anything to do with you?’
‘I mean it wasn’t Ronald. I thought it was, but it wasn’t.’
‘How did he convince you of that?’ Simon asked, a slight sneer in his voice.
‘Because I told him and Harry what happened and when, and at the time it happened Ron was with Harry in the common room playing chess. They saw me come back but I was so upset I rushed upstairs without checking to see who was there.’
‘Perhaps Harry’s covering for Ron,’ Simon postulated.
‘No!’ Hermione shook her head. ‘Harry wouldn’t do that. Anyway, their stories tally with other things that happened at that time. It definitely wasn’t Ron that night.’
Simon looked grave. ‘But who was it, then?’ He was praying to every god he knew that Hermione hadn’t discovered him.
‘I don’t know,’ Hermione said miserably. ‘Whoever it was used Polyjuice potion to make me think they were Ron. They did it earlier in the day when they pulled me into the alcove, then again that night when we . . . .’ She broke off, tears running down her cheeks.
‘Simon, I don’t know who the father of my baby is. I don’t know anything about him.’
‘Except that he obviously liked you very much,’ Simon pointed out.
‘Did he? After all, he called me a Mudblood. That wasn’t very loving.’
‘But you said he was acting like he had never said it, so maybe he didn’t realise, or maybe it was a mistake.’
He pulled Hermione to him, holding tight to her as she cried.
‘Why don’t you stop worrying about it and let me be the father of your baby?’ Simon asked gently.
Hermione shook her head. ‘It’s not fair to you, Simon. I don’t know who the father is, except that he’s probably a Slytherin.’
Simon froze. ‘What makes you think that?’ he asked curiously.
‘Because it’s only the Slytherins that use that term at Hogwarts,’ Hermione replied. ‘Anyway, he could be anyone — and why would you want to take on the child of someone I had a one-night stand with?’
Lucius had to bite his tongue to stop himself from pointing out to Hermione that it had been he who had made love to her that night and that she was anything but a one-night stand.
Hermione was still crying. ‘Do you know what the worst thing is?’ she asked.
Lucius shook his head. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Hurting Hermione this badly had never been part of the plan.
‘If I’d lost my virginity to Ron at least it would have been all right, after all, I’d been in love with him for five years. But I gave my virginity to someone I don’t even know — a one-night stand. And it’s probably someone who hates me. I feel so awful.’
Simon kissed Hermione gently. ‘I don’t know why you think it’s someone who hates you,’ he said reasonably. ‘Surely if that was the case you’d know all about it, wouldn’t you?’
‘That’s why I told Ron it couldn’t be Malfoy.’
Simon looked sharply at her. ‘Why did he think it was Malfoy?’
‘I dunno. He came up with some crackpot theory that Malfoy fancies me. But I told him if it had been Draco he wouldn’t have been able to resist bragging to me about it or telling all his cronies. He’d have done it just to upset Ron and Harry. He really hates them. But I don’t think he fancies me, although he does call me that name a lot.’
Lucius thought he had to agree with Hermione’s assessment. If his son had been the one to take her virginity he would definitely have told everyone in the school.
‘And if it was him?’
Hermione shuddered. ‘Oh God, I hope not,’ she said coldly. ‘The only person worse than him would be his father.’
Lucius’ heart froze. Did his Hermione really hate him that much?
‘You don’t like his father?’
‘No. He was a Death Eater and probably the worst Pure-blood supremacist I’ve ever met. He absolutely detests me. I’m sure he’s wished many times that he could kill me.’
Oh, if you only knew how much I’ve changed, my love, Lucius thought.
‘Anyway, I’m sure it’s not Malfoy, but that doesn’t make it any better.’
‘I’m so sorry,’ Simon said. ‘I can imagine how distressing it is for you, but I stand by my offer — I’m happy to be the father of your baby; if you’ll have me.’
But Hermione was too upset to talk about it further. Simon looked at his watch. It was almost time for curfew. He picked up her bra off the floor and started to dress her again.
- 13
- 14
- 15
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Polyjuice