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Hungry Thirsty Crazy	By : AndreaLorraine Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 47438 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author�s Note:� First
and foremost, KNICKER WARNING IS NOW IN EFFECT.�
Whew.� Here�s another very long
chapter that gave me some difficulty (but less than the last, since it only
took me 12 days instead of a month).� The
muse wanted to end it a certain way and I didn�t like it, but couldn�t think of
an alternative.� At last, today I did and
I�m pleased with the way it ended up.� I�m
sure you will be, too.� On another
note:� I did it, I answered everyone (I
THINK).� In no particular order, just the
way they came in to my mailbox depending on when I started my responses�

LaBib:� At this point, by giving him the permission to change and the multifaceted
motivation to do so, Hermione is definitely rekindling Lucius�s
desire to live.� Yeah, I know, we are
always short-changing Ron.� His character
has its flaws, but I don�t dislike him.�
I just don�t believe he would be the right person for Hermione and to
facilitate her jump to someone else, he has to be discredited.� I tried to do it as realistically as
possible, in a way that would be very in synch with his character.� Planned incompetence � you can thank my
mother for that phrase.� It�s certainly
become a fixture in my vocabulary.� Don�t
get too irritated with Mr. Netherwood yet; things may
not be as they seem.� Thanks for the
compliments on the smutty bits�I know it�s probably driving people crazy that
they are not just shagging one another�s brains out, but the situation requires
caution and I really want to express how intimate you can be without actual
intercourse.� That being said, with the
arrival of Smythe�s gift, you�re probably not going
to be waiting very long for the main event. :)

Seraphis:� Me?� A tease?� Hehe.� Well, blame the characters; neither Hermione
nor Lucius are overly impulsive people and there are
extenuating circumstances that can�t be ignored.� Thank you for your praise, it�s very much
appreciated.

Slytherin-Princess:� Hermione isn�t going to get too
vengeful.� I think Ron�s going to be left
utterly confused, more than anything else � clueless as to why she�s leaving
him.� And more angry than heartbroken;
says a lot, doesn�t it?

Mara: I�m curious, what group was the person part of?� I�d like to know, so I can thank them for reccing me.� I�m glad
I could introduce you to this most delicious of pairings.�

LCDrusilla:� Thank you.�
No, I�m not sure I ever get tired of people gushing hehe.� I�m so glad that you feel the story; I spend a lot of time in my own head trying to
create the right atmosphere.� My heart
aches when I write it sometimes � that�s how I know it�s coming out right.

Kazfeist: Every time I see your
name I think of the quirky singer from Canada.� I�m glad my Italian wasn�t so atrocious that
you were able to read it; it�s not one of my stronger languages, hehe.� Yes, the
timing does seem compressed, but they
say that people can fall in love in an instant.�
That�s not the case here, but a moment versus two weeks�it�s short, but
it�s not short.� Thanks for your insightful comments!

Elladee: Yes, Mr. Smythe is the hero of the hour, methinks.� Thanks for your compliments.

AlexMalfoy:� Ha!� I
laughed at your estimation of how long those condoms would last.� In regards to Lucius
being completely inept with the condoms, it made me think of that scene in 40
Year Old Virgin where Steve Carrell destroys like 27
of them.� You�ll see how dear Lucius fares soon enough.

Ffpoisongirl: So, your review
basically made ME pee in my room.� I
laughed for a good five minutes.� I�ll
send Crookshanks your way to love you!

Lady_of_Clunn: I�ll go on the
record as saying that I�m not writing this story to make anyone depressed.� For now, try to enjoy the next few chapters
as much as Lucius and Hermione will. ^_~

Mrs_Helene_Snape: Yes, I�m staying
very consistent with this HIV thing; Lucius is
petrified of the possibility of passing it on so he is not messing around.� Smythe�s thorough
research on protective spells and his gift of more traditional methods of
protection will definitely lead to more in depth lemons, as you say.� Stay tuned and thanks for the lovely review!

LadyVoldemort87: Thank you!�
I hope the muse is more cooperative this time around and you dedicated
readers won�t have to wait so long.

Heidi191976: Thanks!�
Hope this chapter pleases, as well.

Jesse: I�m glad the chapter made up for the long space
between chapters.� I don�t do it
intentionally; I just can�t bring myself to post something that doesn�t feel
right.� I�ve actually written large
chunks of this story (and many others) and then decided it just wasn�t
right.� I have a file full of �HTC
rejects�.� Frequently it�s just that the
timing is off, and I can go back to the rejects file and pull out parts to use
later on.� A bit of a nutty system, I
suppose, but it seems to work!

Anguloce:� Thank you.�
I really love that I seem to be able to transport some of you into the
villa with Hermione and Lucius; it means I�m doing my
job right.

Caughtinblacksgreyeyes: I�m glad
it was worth the wait.� I don�t want to
be anticlimactic!

ChaosProphet: Thanks.� The breakup with Ron was one of the parts
that gave me trouble; I didn�t want to make him too stereotypical or have it be
anything blatant that he does.� I was
really trying to highlight the differences between his and Hermione�s
personalities and point out their incompatibility.� It finally just wrote itself one night and I
was so relieved that it came out believable and true to what I was trying to
accomplish.� A nice dinner and great sex
sounds lovely.� Hermione and Lucius deserve that, don�t they?

Sapphire: Yes, our dear Lucius is
just chronically misunderstood.� He�s a
big snuggly ex Death Eater.� There might
be some entertaining moments with the condoms coming up�

Meankitty69:� Thank
you.� I�m glad I haven�t lost my touch at
knicker incineration.�
And thanks for being such a faithful reviewer these last 14 chapters, you�ve really stuck with me!� And no worries about Ron�you know I�ll take
care of him.� Karma�s a bitch.

Ambur_nikole:� Yup, you can say that you love me.� Thanks!�
In the words of the great Margaret Cho: �When
somebody says they love you, don�t punch!�
Just say thank you!� (I hope that is not completely lost on everyone.)

SC: Yes, I could never abandon this fic.� It�s one of the best pieces I�ve ever
written.� Not finishing it would be an
absolute crime.� It�s just a matter of
having the time and energy to expel it properly.

Damiana:� Thank you.�
There is definitely a large amount of hotness in the next few
chapters.� I can now add �rendering
people speechless� to my resume, along with knicker
incineration!

Muffy: I had so much fun writing
my Cocktails fic!�
It was a different side to this couple.�
I�m glad you are enjoying Hungry Thirsty Crazy.

Ashmo21:� You�re added
to the list.� Keep the fire extinguisher
handy, I don�t want anyone�s elemental magic getting out of control!

Bluezauza:� Yeah, I�ll confess to smiling like a loon
while I write this fic sometimes.� There�s a reason why writers do their thing
alone�because people would think we are absolute nutters
if we did it in public.� Personally, I
talk to myself (sometimes reciting dialogue to see how it sounds out loud),
make faces, and play strange music when I write.� Crazy writer woman, coming soon to your local
Starbucks�or Panera, I prefer Panera�

Nitesfool:� Thank you!�
Your words are very kind, I hope you continue
to enjoy the story!

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She felt like she was on a
date.� A really good
date.� The kind where you were
completely enthralled with the person across from you and conversation flowed
easily and everything seemed to be firing on all cylinders.� The wine might have had something to do with
it.� Oh, right, and the post-orgasmic
bliss.

�� It might
have been a mistake to let him touch her.�
Now her eyes were drawn to his lips, sensually aware of what they could
do.� When his hand moved, to grasp his
glass or to push a stray piece of hair behind his ear, she couldn�t help but
notice the size and shape of it, and its strength.� She could feel
his presence acutely, as if his aura somehow overlapped hers.

�� A little
thrill shot through her each time he let loose the reins of his smile.� He really did have a great smile when it was
genuine.� It smoothed years from his
face, not that they showed all that much; he was going to be one of those men that
only got better with age.� For the first
time she wondered what he had looked like in his twenties.� He must have been so beautiful it hurt.

�� He was still that beautiful.� It was continually surprising to her when she
looked up through the three courses and through the many turns of
conversation.� She had experienced
something similar with Harry, once.� When
they were in that tent in the forest, alone together, she had caught a glance
of him changing his shirt, going about his routine without knowing he was being
watched.� It hit her quite powerfully
that he was a man.� She had always seen
the beauty in his spirit and his personality, but it had never truly dawned on
her that he was physically beautiful, too.

�� It was
happening in an odd sort of reverse with Lucius.� She had always known that he was
attractive.� He made sure everybody knew
it because he always looked devastatingly good wherever he went.� It was part of the terror of him; it was hard
to reconcile someone so good-looking with the political and philosophical
ugliness he had once embodied.� Villains
were supposed to be twisted on the outside, too, like Voldemort
had become.� Not Lucius.� Back in those days, if one didn�t know better
it would be easy to mistake him for just another elitist with a penchant for
sneering and racism.

Hermione had seen beyond that cool
shield, though, to the parts of him that were raw and atrophied but slowly
reawakening.� She saw the beauty of what
he could be, and in combination with
that, his physical charisma went from being intimidating to engaging.� Hell, he was downright charming.� And even more charming was the fact that she
knew it wasn�t for some end; he wasn�t trying to get anything from her.� It was just�him.

Well, perhaps he was trying to get in her knickers, but
she was more than amenable to that.� If
she was honest with herself, she wanted to get back into his trousers more than
she cared to admit.� There had been
tension between them from the beginning.�
It had finally boiled over earlier, but instead of quelling their
chemistry it only made it more explosive.�
It figured.

�No,� Lucius
was saying, absently toying with his empty wine glass, �the ending was
awful.� There is tragedy and then there
is cruelty.�

�It wasn�t cruel,� she
chuckled.� She was pleasantly surprised
that Hemingway riled him up, though he certainly wasn�t alone in his literary
agitation.� �It was meaningful.�

�Yes, if the meaning you wanted to
take was that all your effort was for nothing and that love and life are
insignificant in the grand scale of things,� he snorted.� �The whole novel you hope for them, allow
yourself to slip out of your cynicism, and then�� he flicked his fingers
against the glass, making a low pinging noise, �Frederic is alone again, but so
much worse than before.�

�It�s no different than any other
tragedy,� she shrugged.� Truthfully, she
agreed with him, but she was enjoying playing the devil�s advocate.� Lord knew it had been far too long since
she�d had anyone to talk to about books.�
�It was partially autobiographical.�
Hemingway was an ambulance driver during the war.� Only, in real life the nurse he fell in love
with left him for another man.�

�That at least makes his
motivations clearer,� Lucius frowned.� �In other tragedies there is a sense of
poeticism, of romanticism in death.�
These two were just regular people, not tragic heroes.� The poem and romance was in their attempt at
love in the backdrop of war.�

She cocked an eyebrow at him.� �Did you want a happy ending?� she
asked.� You know as well as I that there isn�t always a happy ending.� She was thinking of Teddy, little Teddy Lupin; his situation was a bit too close to the book for
her immediate comfort.� That was why she
had subconsciously left it on the bottom of the stack.� Having read it before, she knew how hard it
would hit her this time around.

�I suppose I am that maudlin,� he
remarked quietly.

�Was it worth reading in spite of
the ending?� she asked.

�Yes,� he admitted.� �It was different.�� He cocked his head slightly.� �Are all his books like that?�

�No,� Hermione smiled, �but he is
certainly one of the more reviled authors out there.�

�Reviled, but still good enough
that people read what he has to offer.�� Lucius�s lips tugged upwards; the irony wasn�t lost on him.

�He points out the difficult
things.�� She searched the index of her
memory for the words from the Critiquill�s
reviews.� ��He almost forces you to think
on topics most of us would rather leave alone, for if you want to know the rest
of his story you must face the uncomfortable truths and lies�.�

Lucius�s
eyebrows rose slightly.� God, she might love
him already, because he got her.� He knew exactly what she was talking
about.� The conversation had gone from
Hemingway to Malfoy in a few double entendres.

�I see now how you always did
better than Draco in school,� he commented.� �You have a photographic memory.�

Hermione raised her shoulders.� �Sometimes.�

Lucius
leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other.� �Well, I don�t plan on killing all the
characters at the end of my next
book.�

�And thank goodness for that,� she
murmured, rearranging her napkin.� She
wasn�t going to mention that the man she was comparing him to had committed
suicide.� That was a likeness she didn�t
want them to share.

He surveyed his plate with a
critical eye.� �I think that�s the most
I�ve eaten in months.�� He still hadn�t
managed to finish all of the pasta, but it was a good deal more than the last
time she�d seen him eat, not including that afternoon�s toast.

Is
it the medications that ruin your appetite?

He shrugged, even though she hadn�t
spoken out loud.� The medications, stress, life in general�I don�t really know which is
the culprit, if it is just one.

Hermione frowned slightly and was
about to respond when a loud voice cut between them.

�Luciano!� Miss
Granger!� It is such a pleasure to see
you again!�

They both turned.� It was Paolo, heading toward them with a grin
on his face.� There was a woman just
behind him; Hermione assumed she was his wife.�
When they decided to sit outside, Lucius had
half-heartedly joked that he hoped they wouldn�t see anyone they knew, least of
all the old woman from the shop.� From
that she had deduced that Lucius understood a little
more Italian than he let on.

Before she knew what was happening,
Paolo was kissing her on both cheeks and so was his wife.� Lucius got a
similar treatment and managed to execute it with a little more grace than she
did.

�This is my wife, Elisabetta.� Darling,
this is Luciano and Miss��

�Hermione,� she supplied.

�And Miss Hermione Granger,� Paolo
finished.�

�Hermione is a lovely name,� Elisabetta said, in a slightly thicker accent than her
husband.

�Thank you,� Hermione smiled at the
pretty woman.

�Elisa, Luciano
is my English friend I told you about.�
Remember, from when I was young?�

�Oh yes!� From the villa, up on the
hill!�� She beamed.� �I am so pleased to meet you.�

�The pleasure is ours,� Lucius said smoothly.�
�Have you come for dinner?�

�Oh, no,� Paolo chuckled.� �Dessert.� You must try the citrus cheesecake, it is
delicious.� A man could die happy if that
was his last meal.�

�Paolo, you are so dramatic,� Elisabetta said, prodding him in the side.

�I am not, darling,
that is what I want when I am
on my deathbed.�� Paolo flagged down one
of the waiters and spoke in rapid Italian.�
�There, they are bringing some to you, on my bill.�

�That�s really not necessary,� Lucius said amiably.�
�We are quite full.�

Hermione gave him a look.� He was speaking for himself; personally,
citrus cheesecake sounded great to her.�
Ah well; if he couldn�t stomach it, she would eat his piece, too.� That was one perk of him having the appetite
of a weight-conscious teenaged girl.

Paolo waved a hand, as if to say
�nonsense�.� Then he turned to his wife
and murmured something in her ear.� She
grinned and nodded.

�Luciano,
Hermione, we are having party Saturday evening. �Our oldest is moving to Roma for University,
can you believe it?� Do you remember Domenico?� He used to
play with us that summer.� He�s going to
be there, I�m sure he would love to see you.�
That reminds me of the sunflower fields; did you see the blight that hit
them?� Goodness, it was overnight, Abramo has no idea what it is, he�s bringing samples to a
specialist in Firenze,
though Fredo thinks it was a lightning strike--�

�Paolo, dear, you are babbling,� Elisabetta said gently.

�Oh.� Right.� The party. �We would be honored if you and Miss Hermione
could attend.� Our house is at the end of
the Briatore road.�
We will see you there on Saturday at 16:00, yes?�

�I�� Lucius
had no sooner opened his mouth, no doubt to offer a polite refusal, when the server
arrived with the cheesecake.

�Oh, it looks delicious!� Until the weekend, my friends,� Paolo said,
grabbing his wife�s hand and leading her away.�
In their wake, the server set the dessert on the table, nodded politely,
and took his leave.� Hermione and Lucius could only blink at one another.

�I see what you meant when you said
he talks a lot,� Hermione said at last.

Lucius
shook his head in wonderment.� �We were
just skillfully railroaded into attending the party.�

Hermione picked up her fork and went
for the cheesecake.� �At least he
included a decent bribe.�� How very Slytherin
of him.

Slytherins do not have to bribe people to attend parties.� Their reputation precedes them.

She smirked at his smug reply,
popping the bite of cheesecake between her lips.� The taste gave her pause; it was heavenly,
sweet and tangy and flavored with those same oranges that she�d eaten on the
truck ride to Assisi.

�Eat some,� she said, gesturing
down at the sizable chunk of cake.�

He shook his head.� �I meant what I said,
I�m very much at my limit.�

�Just one bite?�

Lucius
cast an annoyed look at her.� �Do not
cajole me like I�m a three year old.�

She got a sudden absurd image in
her head of Lucius trying to feed a three year old Draco (like anyone other than a house elf or a nanny had
done that!).� Hermione giggled to
herself.

For
your information, I did take care of my own son.� Just because I have money doesn�t mean I was
the type to hand my child off to the nearest matron.� His tone was a bit piqued.� In
fact, that was when I discovered a real fondness for tying my hair back.� It only takes one well-aimed handful of
Bolognese sauce.

Hermione couldn�t help
herself.� She burst out laughing.� The mental picture was just too funny.� Oh,
she responded, so it wasn�t entirely your
influence that made Draco such a pain in the arse.

Lucius�s
lips pursed.� He has a mother, too.� I refuse
to take all the blame.

I
know.� She ate another bite of the
cheesecake.� It was pretty damned tasty;
Paolo was right on this.� They sat in silence, Lucius contemplating her,
Hermione firmly entrenched in devouring the confection in the middle of the
table.� When she had whittled it down to
only a few more bites, he at last picked up his fork and speared a small bit of
it.

�That is good,� he allowed quietly.

Hermione just smiled.� All she could think about was how his lips
would taste like oranges later when she kissed him.

He was quiet on the walk back.� Hermione had learned her lesson earlier in
their strange little vacation and had her wand lit, though the quarter moon
lent a bit more light to the path.� He
still didn�t seem to need any extra light to see.� Perhaps he just had better night vision than
she did.

She walked a little further before
she realized he wasn�t with her.�
Turning, she saw that he had stopped along the path and was staring into
the field of sunflowers.� Hermione
cautiously backtracked to stand by his side.

�I did this, didn�t I?� he
murmured, lifting his chin to indicate the withered section of the field.� �The blight Paolo was talking about was
me.��

Unsure what to say, she just
nodded.� She prayed that his mood
wouldn�t swing, snapping the contentment they had shared for the last few
hours.� He reached out and took hold of her
wrist, not painfully but not gently, either.

�You lied to me.�

A small flare of panic rose in her
chest.� �No, Lucius,
I wouldn�t--�

�I asked you if I hurt you and you
lied.�

Hermione�s eyes widened.� This wasn�t what she expected.� �It was an accident,� she recovered, stepping
closer to him.� �You weren�t in control.�

�Is that supposed to excuse it?�

�Yes,� she said bluntly.

He squeezed his eyes shut in a
moment of frustration.� �You are so
na�ve.�

Hermione hated that word.� It had been applied to her more times by more
stupid people than she could count.� She
was many things, but she was not
na�ve.� Not anymore.� Not since fourth year, when Cedric Diggory died.�

�I prefer �selectively foolish�,�
she retorted smartly.

�I am not joking, witch,� he
growled.

�Neither am I. �It wasn�t intentional.� In fact, I�m pretty sure you were trying to
push me away, to save me.� I refuse to
hold that against you.�

His free hand came up to grasp her
other wrist.� It didn�t escape her that
he held on to them exactly as he had, kneeling in that field on the edge of
madness.� He remembered everything.

She stood there with him in silence
lacking the slightest idea what to say.�
He seemed to be fighting some kind of internal battle, one that was
tightly contained within his shields, giving her no inkling of what he was
thinking.� At last, after interminable
minutes ticked by, he lifted one wrist to his lips.� He placed a kiss against the soft, ticklish
skin of her forearm before repeating the treatment on the other wrist.

Then, dropping both arms, he
stepped into her space and kissed her.�
It was gentle, sensual, just an open-mouthed brush of lips that sent a
flurry of pleasant tingles coursing through her entire body.� When she flicked her tongue out, seeking, and
met his, she nearly turned to liquid.

He did taste like oranges.� Oranges and sweet
cream.� The certainty descended on
her, causing her to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him harder.� This was not in vain.� No matter what happened tonight or tomorrow
or in six months, this was not in vain.� Lucius was no Hemingway and this attraction was no
disillusioned semi-autobiography waiting to happen.

She made a little noise of surprise
when Lucius�s hands cupped her buttocks and lifted
her.� Instinctively she wrapped her legs
around his slim hips.

�I would take you right here,� he
said hotly in her ear.

�I know,� she gasped out.� She could feel his promise; it was abundantly
clear against the parts of her body wrapped so closely to him.

�Then take me home,� he whispered
roughly, lips still against the curved shell of her ear.� �Educate me.�

A small whimper passed her lips as
she fumbled for her wand.� His was
currently trapped beneath her thigh in his pocket.� That was why he�d asked her to apparate them back to the villa.� She was more than happy to do so.�

Somehow she did it without splinching them both, though Merlin knew she was probably
much too distracted for side-along apparition.�
Lucius had a way of clouding her mind most
agreeably.� He was kissing her even as he
carried her back to his room.�

Jo-Jo had fastidiously remade the
bed in their absence.� The poor elf was
going to have her work cut out for her if Lucius�s
libido was making a thunderous comeback.�
Lucius deposited her on the cool, fresh sheets
and summoned the box Smythe had sent.� Everything had been tossed back in there
before they left for dinner.

It could have been terrifically
awkward.� However, Lucius
didn�t seem to have an awkward bone in his body when he climbed onto the bed
and settled just behind her, kissing her neck down to the vertebra that
protruded between the top of her shoulders.

�Your spells,� he murmured, handing
her the papers, his arm curling around her torso.� �Though I�m sure you already have them
memorized.�

�I didn�t read through them very
thoroughly, I only glanced at them.�

�Mm,� was the response, and his
lips resumed a feathery trail down her spine.�
�Take as much time as you need.��
For the second time, he was coaxing the straps of her dress down her
shoulders.� He was content with peppering
kisses across her back and shoulders for a few minutes.� She tried to ignore his hand a moment later
as it slid into the retreating bodice of the dress and cupped her breast.

�Lucius,
it�s hard to concentrate when you�re--�

With his other hand, he pulled the
paper away.� �Tell me what it says.�

She exhaled.� �That page�has a healing spell for all
superficial wounds, on the entire body.� Reparis Dermis.�
Preventing the need for gloves or barriers when�touching�� As she spoke, a slow
warmth was overtaking her.� Leave it to
him to find a way to make this foreplay.

�And the next
one?�� His fingers gave a little
tweak at her nipple and she drew in a harsh breath.

�A�a variation of
the last one.� Reparis Oris.�
For�healing any wound or sore in the mouth.�

�Next?�� She heard the rustle of papers; he was
checking what she was saying while he worried her nipple between his fingers.

�P�Protego Oris
to�to facilitate oral sex and�� Sweet
Merlin, his hand was trailing away from her breast, rubbing lightly between her
thighs.

�And?� he purred.

�And�� her lips twitched.� Damn him, he was right; she did remember the
pages already, word for word.� �And
�allow for oral intercourse and ejaculation if desired�.�

Lucius
chuckled.� �Smythe
is rather clinical in his lewdness, isn�t he?�

�Wait until you see the last page,�
she responded, struggling to keep her voice level as the light strokes of his
hand over her knickers incinerated her.�
Parchment rustled.

�Oh.� There is nothing clinical about that,� Lucius said.� She
could hear the grimace in his voice.� �I
may have to rethink my opinion of him.�

�I�m sure he was just being
thorough, trying to cover all the possibilities,� she smiled, while
simultaneously wondering if it was possible to have an orgasm just from the
horrible teasing delicacy of his touch.

�Well, Hermione, I can assure you
that I have no trace of affinity for water sports, and I sincerely hope you
feel the same.�

She laughed, leaning back into his
shoulder.� �You have nothing to worry
about.�

�Good.�� His tongue flickered out to swipe briefly at
her pulse.� �Now, these mysterious
condoms��

Her smile widened.� �Give me the box.�� A moment later he placed it in her hand and
she carefully opened it.� �Let�s pray
you�re not allergic to latex.�

�What?�

�Not a pleasant thing to find out
when it�s on your bits��

�You are speaking nonsense.�

�Am not,� she said, twisting around
in his grip to face him.� He looked put
out at the loss of contact, but waited patiently.� Hermione extracted one of the package�s
treasures and held it up.� Lucius appraised the square bit of wrapping.� She quashed her feeling of ridiculousness and
the desire to laugh at his very serious expression.

�All right.� Don�t interrupt me when I�m talking about
this, no matter how much you want to,� she warned.� He raised an eyebrow but nodded.� Hermione went on, assured of his
silence.� �A condom is a Muggle contraceptive and protective device.�� Lucius nodded once,
curtly, and she could tell that he was biting his lip to stay quiet.� Wondering what on earth could top this for
sheer strangeness, she carefully opened the one she held.� �It�s�basically a sheath for,� she struggled
for Smythe�s clinical wording, �your penis.�� Damn him, his eyes had gone from curious to amused.� She plowed
on, determined not to be embarrassed.�
�It�s made of latex, which is a kind of thin rubber.� Some people have an allergy to it, like I
said, but it�s not that common and I remember now that I�ve seen Smythe wear latex gloves around you.� Anyhow�it�the condom, that is�well, the male
puts it on while erect and it provides a barrier for the��

�I understand,� he said, a small
smile lifting his lips.� �Primitive, but effective.�

She nodded,
glad she didn�t have to go on.� He was
taking this well.� He held out his hand
and she placed the unwrapped condom in his palm.� Lucius examined it
intently for a moment, unrolling it in the process.

�The lubricant is included�smart,�
he commented.� He looked up at her.� �Do they come in sizes?�

A smile broke out across her
face.� �I was waiting for that.�

�It�s a serious question,� he
protested.� �You of all people should
appreciate curiosity.�

�No, they don�t really come in
sizes.� There are bigger ones out there
for the freakishly large among us�� She
gave him an indulgent look.� �I�m not
insulting your attributes, Lucius, but I think these
should work.�

His eyes narrowed slightly.� �I was not
inferring that I required these �freakishly large� devices, though I�m certain
you wouldn�t mind if I did.�

�I know.�� She leaned over to kiss him with a smile
playing over her lips.� He kissed back
grudgingly.� She knew men had fragile
egos when it came to their endowment, but it was hard to resist giving in to
the humor of the situation, even if it was at his expense.

�So,� Lucius
said, apparently satisfied with her wordless apology, �Smythe
says that if I apply an Unbreakable Charm and a No-Slip Spell that there should
be no possibility of malfunction?�

�That�s what the doctor ordered.�

�It would be prudent to cast the
Unbreakable Charm before application and the No-Slip after�� he muttered to
himself.

Hermione hadn�t even thought of
that.� Bless his forethought; it might
have been rather frustrating, if comical, for him to discover that he couldn�t
get the damn thing on with the
No-Slip spell in place.� And he�d have to
remember to end the spell before taking it off.�
Goodness, all of this sure made sex a lot more complicated.

�Maybe we should make a flow
chart,� she cracked.

�Now you�ve done it,� he purred,
quickly pinning her onto her back.� �I require
no diagram, my lady.�

She giggled.� �I know, I�m just saying it�s a lot of extra
steps that we aren�t used to.�

�Not so many.�� He kissed her collarbone.� �You do your spells.�� His lips trailed down the space between her
breasts.� �I do mine.�� He nuzzled the softness of her breast before
his tongue scraped across the taut nipple.�
�And then it is the same as always.�

The sweet flush of arousal that had
been temporarily forgotten during her explanation returned full force.� How did he do that?� Oh, she didn�t care.� That feeling of his aura overlapping hers
continued; she could feel his fingers before they touched her skin, an
awareness of proximity that tickled her nerve endings.

�Mmm,�
she hummed, enjoying the attention he was bestowing upon her nipples, �I think
we should practice.�

�Oh yes,� he said, his voice
slightly muffled by her breasts, �I quite agree.�

So she had done her spells.� He had surprised her by duplicating them on
himself, reasoning that it couldn�t hurt for them both to use Smythe�s precautions.�
It was one of many curiously considerate things he�d done lately.� It only made her all the more attracted to
him.

So did watching him use every spell
short of Fiendfyre on the condom to make sure the
Unbreakable Charm worked.� She did appreciate that he was so concerned
about her safety.� However, when he
progressed to Unforgivables, she succumbed to
laughter.

�What?� he demanded.

�Lucius,
unless your penis does some very interesting and frightening things that I�m
not aware of, I think that�s enough!�

He had thankfully seen the humor of
the situation and given up.� The
weathered condom (which, true to the spell had not broken) was unceremoniously
tossed off the bed.� He launched himself
at her and proceeded to kiss her senseless.

Now she was peeling his clothes
off, feeling a bit insatiable at the sight of his skin.� She had wanted to touch all of it earlier and
now she really could.� She could tell
that he wasn�t used to having a woman impatiently disrobe him, but he said
nothing.� He was probably thinking about
how there were spells for that.�

Hermione preferred this approach
for the minute or two of seduction that it offered.� It was so much sexier to see his skin
revealed little by little than to just have it all in one magic-induced
rush.� A slow divestment assured that she
would be able to take it all in and ramp up her own arousal with the
anticipation.� That was exactly what was
happening as she undid the last button on his shirt, slid her hands beneath it,
and pushed it aside.

Heavy warmth burgeoned in her
core.� Again she thought that he was too
thin, but even too thin he was more attractive than most.� His chest was toned and his abdominals were
defined in even, subtle ridges of muscle.�
There were too many lovely things to look at; the etched lines of his
abdomen with its tell-tale swatch of blond, cut off by the waist of his
trousers, the round perfection of his belly button (innie),
the little disks of his nipples�

But she could touch him now.� She ran her hands up his stomach, over his
pectorals, reveling in the way he inhaled sharply at the brush of her palms
against his nipples.� Then she really
couldn�t stop herself; she pulled the shirt the rest of the way off him and
cast it aside.� She lifted his arm, the
left one, needing to see it.

The Dark Mark was gone.� There was nothing on his milky flesh to
suggest that it had ever been there.

�He took it with him, thank
Merlin,� Lucius murmured, knowing exactly why she was
contemplating his arm so fiercely.

Better
it than you.� She lowered her lips to
his forearm, the way he had done to her next to the sunflowers.� The hitch of his breath was unmistakable.

I�ve
told you before that you�re too forgiving.

And
I�ve told you that you are so much better than whatever mark you used to wear.

He said no more, but she could feel
the shift in him, from playful to�something she couldn�t name.� He was subdued as she went to work on his
trousers, his pale eyes hooded with a distant emotion.� There was nothing subdued about his erection,
and though he lifted his hips and was in all ways obliging of her, her momentum
slowed.� She looked at him questioningly.

His arms wrapped around her and he
tugged her down against his chest.� She waited, content to enjoy the warm press of his skin and the
tickle of his hands as they roamed over her back.

I�m
a mixed up man.

She listened to his heart beneath
her ear, sure that he wasn�t finished.

Very
few people have praised me in my life about things that weren�t
superficial�sometimes there was a professor in school, or a family friend�my
ex-wife from time to time�but the most enthusiastic bestower
of praise was�

Him,
she finished, knowing how much loathing crept into the word.

Yes.� Him.� The pressure of his fingers increased
slightly against her back.� It was like a drug.� The same highs and lows.� I don�t trust praise anymore.� I never should have in the first place.� It was like poison.� I know that you�re saying things because you
believe them, because you genuinely feel them, but it is difficult for me to break
out of a learned response.

She kissed his chest.� Would
you rather I insulted you?

Yes.� Because then I would know you were speaking
truthfully, instead of wondering if I should take your praise at face value or
look for a hidden agenda.� The kinder you
are to me, the more I wonder what you are trying to get out of me.

I
don�t do hidden agendas, Lucius.

�Are you certain?� he asked.� Hermione considered.

�Well, I guess that everyone has a
hidden agenda because we wouldn�t do anything without some kind of
motivation.� But I promise you, Lucius, that
my only hidden agenda right now is to get you naked and remedy your
abstinence.�

�And what�s your hidden agenda for
that?�

She rested her forearms on her
chest and propped her chin against them, looking into his eyes.� �Greed and lust.�

His lips curled into a faint
smile.� �On the list of vices, those are
two of my favorites.�

�I�m not surprised,� she replied
with an answering smile.� �But you have
to understand that my greed isn�t for what you have, Lucius.� I don�t need your power or your money � and
that reminds me, please remove that
money charm on my purse, I�m going to get mugged because your damned Euros are
always exploding out of it!�

�Something tells me you would find
a way out of being accosted by a muggle thief,� he
chuckled.

�That isn�t the point.� Anyway, like I was saying�my greed isn�t for
what you have, it�s for what you are.�
What you can be.�

�Slim rewards there,� he snorted.

She gave him a slight glare.� �Would you like me to start agreeing with
you?�

�It�s in your best interest,� he
said, with a sardonic quirk of his brow.

�Fine.�� She sat up, unreasonably riled, and crossed
her arms over her breasts.� �Lucius Malfoy, you are an
obstinate, sarcastic, self-absorbed, intolerant, small-minded, inbred,
entitled, immature man with poor taste in friends and causes.�

His eyes glinted.� �I do believe you meant that.�

�I did,� she replied, her nose in
the air.� At least it was for a brief
second before he turned her rapidly onto her back.

�I shall not endeavor to prove you
wrong, but I will most certainly punish you, brazen witch,� he growled, his
hand sliding between her legs into the warm cusp of her wetness.

�And you�re misogynistic,
overbearing, and a complete snob,� she said around a moan.

�If I was misogynistic I wouldn�t
bother touching you like this,� he retorted as his fingers circled her clit
purposefully.

�Oh!� she gasped at the
sensation.� �Fine, then you�re just an overbearing snob!�

�Such sweet words from such a sweet witch,� he said between his teeth,
making it clear that he didn�t think she was sweet at all.

�Right and you�re�oh�Merlin, right
there!� Her body jolted as he found a particularly pleasurable rhythm against
her overtaxed bundle of nerves.�
�You�re�� she almost couldn�t form a sentence against the rising tide,
�you�re such a fine example of kindness, you�argumentative�bully!�

�You don�t seem to mind my bullying
right now, Hermione.�� Again,
that silken tone of smug condescension.�
She wondered it if was a reflex.�
And maybe the effect it was having on her nether regions was a reflex,
too, though one she didn�t want to admit to possessing.

�In fact,� he said, smoothly
sliding a finger inside her, �I daresay you want some more of my detestable
behavior.�� He moved his two implements
of torture in a knowledgeable tandem, his thumb over her clit and his finger
pressing up against the front wall of her passage.

�Ahh!� Fuck
your behavior, Lucius, I want your--�

He slammed his lips over hers,
thrusting his tongue into her mouth and engaging hers.� She fought him valiantly, moaning as his
hand�s movements increased in both pace and pressure.� Hermione had to squeeze her eyes shut and try
not to scream into his mouth.� She was so
close to orgasm already, it almost
wasn�t fair.

He rose for air, looking down at
her wickedly.� �Oh, but if I�m so
insufferable to you��

She felt his hand begin to move
away.� That was absolutely not allowed to
happen.� She grabbed two handfuls of his
hair, close to his scalp, and tugged him close.�
�Don�t even think about it, Malfoy, or else
I�ll have to add �quitter� to my list of unflattering adjectives!� And �bald�, once I�m done tearing out all
your precious hair!�

A shudder went through his
body.� She had a feeling it wasn�t one of
fear or repulsion. �He genuinely liked this.� He wasn�t kidding when he said he was mixed
up.� Praise made him suspicious and
uncertain and flat-out scorn made him insufferably confident and hornier than a
schoolboy.� What was she getting into?

Oh.�
Oh sweet Merlin, she was getting into the most explosively sexual
relationship of her life!� His hand was
moving again, and he�d added another finger.�
He was merciless.� Soon she was
the one shuddering, her thighs quivering as he stroked her ever closer to her
pinnacle.

His breath was quick against her
neck.� �Come, my little shrew,� he
rasped.� �Or will you refuse just to
spite me?�

She couldn�t refuse if she
tried.� Her orgasm ambushed her, suddenly
clenching around his invading fingers and forcing a surprised cry out of
her.� That cry was followed by more
exhortations to God and Merlin and Lucius as the
reverberations spread through her like shockwaves.

When she returned from her rather
ecstatic mental and physical vacation, Lucius was
shedding his boxers and socks.� Then she
was the one with the most clothing on, for she still had one strappy sandal clinging to her left foot.� Lucius noticed it
with a smirk.� He pulled it the rest of
the way off and tossed it off the bed.�
In the time it took for the shoe to leave his hand and then thud onto
the floor, he was back over her.

This was what he�d wanted to do
earlier, press his body against hers and test its contours.� They fit together nicely even though she was
so much shorter.� The heat and thick, promising
steel of his erection branded against her abdomen as he flexed his hips.

�Any more choice words for me?�

�You�re bizarre.�

�You know,� he said into her neck,
�if you had just admitted that you hated me, we probably would have gotten to
this point much sooner.�

�I don�t hate you!� she protested,
wrapping her arms around his torso.

�I�m not so sure.� You found those�what did you call them?� Oh, yes, those �unflattering adjectives�
quite easily just now.� My guess is you�ve
been saving them up, waiting for an opportunity to use them on me.��

Hermione considered.� The truth was that she couldn�t refute
that.� Over time, her list of choice
words for him had grown longer and longer.�
Many of them had come tumbling out, given permission.

�I don�t hate you�now,� she said
softly.� �I wouldn�t be here if I
did.� I meant all the nice things I�ve
said, too.�

�I know.�

She looked up at him,
at last certain that he wasn�t upset.�
�Then you won�t be looking for hidden agendas anymore?�

�I�ll always be looking for hidden
agendas.� It�s my nature.� But now�� he shifted, resting one thigh
between hers, �now I know what your eyes look like when you�re telling the
truth.� You meant all the insults�but you
were also truthful in your praise.�

She didn�t know what to say at first.� Then her mind slowly caught up.� �Those were�insults for another man.� One who looks an awful lot like you, and
talks like you, and is in all ways just like you, except�� she ran her fingers
along the inside of his left arm, that wonderful piece of blank canvas, �he
couldn�t see past a bit of ink and spellwork.�

�Hermione,� he said patiently,
�you�re allowed to insult me.� Sometimes
I deserve it.� Just keep in mind that I
may insult you back, among other consequences��

�Is the truth that much of a turn-on?�
she asked, smiling to herself.

�Yes,� he replied.� �God, yes.� I can�t really explain it.� Well, I could, but it would take much too
long and it�s probably a bit twisted for your tastes.�

�No need.�� She could understand some of it.� To be a Slytherin
was to live in a pit of deception and intrigue at all times.� Among all that, a ray of honesty might seem
like the most beautiful thing in existence.�
Foolish yet beautiful, and reckless in a way that people like Lucius could hardly fathom, but often envied.� She could see how that might be a
turn-on.� When someone told you the
truth, even if it was critical, it meant that they cared enough not to lie.� It only went one way, though; he certainly
hadn�t been raring to go a few nights before when she stubbornly wrung the
truth out of him.� �Are you comfortable
up there?� she prompted, starting to feel his weight.� Diminished as it was, he was still quite a
bit heavier than her.

Lucius
kissed her gently and then smiled against her lips.� I
suppose I should don my apparatus.

Hermione laughed.� His way with words did occasionally extend to
comedy, it seemed.� He sat up and reached
for the box.� She never would have
thought he�d be so amenable to using a muggle device
for protection; honestly, she�d expected resistance.� The fact that Smythe
included spells to reinforce the method probably helped.� Above all else a wizard like Lucius would trust magic.�
The fight might have come if he was expected to use the condom with no
magical assurance that it would work.

She heard him cast the Unbreakable
Charm.� A surge of shyness hit her for no
real reason.� It was probably sympathy
embarrassment on his behalf.� She kept
her eyes fixed on the ceiling, not wanting to pressure him

Are
you watching?� I don�t want to bollocks
this up.

Hermione shifted her gaze to look
at him, surprised that he wanted her
scrutiny.� Did he think she was some sort
of condom expert?� Well, she had used
them before, but she wasn�t a sex maniac.�
The look in his eyes assured her that that wasn�t anything he was trying
to express.

You�re
allowed to bollocks it up a few times.�
Condoms are a dime a dozen.� She
smiled reassuringly.

Well,
I don�t want to waste a dozen in the attempt.�
He breathed and took himself in hand.� She imagined the look on his face was the
same as when he was trying to solve a very difficult problem.� A swell of affection ballooned in her chest.

�Don�t forget to leave a little
room at the tip for��

He nodded.� Then, with a few quick movements, the looming
task was done.� He looked down at himself
critically, then up to Hermione.

�Well?�

She bit her lips.� He was still wearing that very serious
expression.� She sat up and crawled to
where he knelt, his now sheathed manhood mocking gravity as it proudly jutted
from his hips.� With a small grin, she
wrapped her hand around him.� He twitched
and sucked in a breath.

Rising up on her knees to kiss him
briefly, Hermione made sure to thoroughly grope and stroke him under the guise
of checking his work.� She had ached to
touch him like this.� He was hard as a
stone in her hand, pulsing with arousal.

�Merlin,� he said under his breath,
�if it isn�t right I think I�ll die.�

�It seems that you�re a natural,�
she said with a brilliant smile.� �It�s
perfect.�

�Tormenter,� he accused, leaning
forward, hunting her until she fell back onto her elbows.� �Beautiful, beautiful tormenter��

As he kissed her neck, their bodies
somehow moved together, Hermione straightening and parting her legs and Lucius settling between them.� He cast the No-Slip spell, his lips brushing
hers as he did so.� His breath was that
familiar tremulous request as his hand stroked down her side and over her hip.

�I will�I will try to retain my
manners,� he said softly.

Merlin, why wouldn�t that
fluttering sensation in her chest stop?�
She reached up to tuck a piece of his lustrous blond hair behind his ear
and then cupped his cheeks.� His eyes
were both kinds of anxious.

�It�s sex, Lucius,
not a formal banquet.� Now hurry up
before I soak your bed through.�

�Charming,� he intoned, but he was
smiling.� His fingers brushed over her
folds, as if to test her threat.� Then he
eased forward, hesitating only a moment before pressing slowly inside her.

Hermione controlled a breath that
wanted to turn into a gasp.� That felt
incredible, and he wasn�t even all the way in yet.� She must have been making a strange face, for
his voice sounded in her head, concerned.

Am
I hurting you?

�No.� It feels good.�� She wrapped her arms around him, cupping his
buttocks in encouragement.� The lovely muscles
tensed and then she could feel his thighs against the backs of hers, and the
warm weight of his balls.� He was buried
inside her to the hilt.� Hermione felt
stretched but not uncomfortable in the slightest.� Lucius, for his
part, appeared to be experiencing rapture.

�Too right it does,� he whispered,
his eyes closed.� �I�m going to need a
minute.�

She watched as he took a few deep
breaths, gathering his willpower.� It was
quite admirable, actually; since the loss of her virginity, there had never been
a time when she went more than a couple of months without sex.� She couldn�t imagine three years.� She wouldn�t have had the same control if it
had been that long.

She knew he was ready when the look
of concentration faded from his face and he leaned down to capture her
lips.� As he kissed her, his tongue
lightly teasing hers, his hips began their play back and forth.� His thrusts were shallow and unhurried at
first, just a few inches of movement, never withdrawing from her all the
way.� The subtle friction stoked the
embers in her womb, elevating her arousal to a slow burn.

His lips trailed down her neck,
along with the slight roughness of his chin.�
She felt the tickly grate in the tightness of her nipples.� They ached to be touched.� Perhaps reading her mind, perhaps not, he
took a bud between his lips and sucked.�
The sensation went straight to her groin, where he was rubbing her so
carefully with each slide of his cock.�
Hermione moaned and stroked a hand over his hair.

Every part of her had known that he
would be an amazing lover, but experiencing it was different.� As he rocked steadily against her, he touched
and kissed and tasted, exploring spots that others had
never bothered to look for.� He found one
right where her collarbone met her sternum.�
Hearing her agreement, he flicked his tongue over that little erogenous
zone until her back curved up toward him, the crown of her head pushing back
into the mattress.

His eyes drank her in, pools of
simmering blue.� He was mirroring her
vices.� There was greed for her reactions
in his gaze; a moan, a sigh, an epithet, he wanted them all.� Lust went without saying.� They were drowning in it.

And what a
pleasurable asphyxiation.� He was
moving faster now, pulling out more completely before he thrust back into her
tight sheath.� His face, swaying over
hers, was a joy to look at.� Lucius couldn�t be so tightly controlled like this.� Emotions flashed across his face, little tics
of pleasure and pain and everything in between.�
She was enthralled by the play of it all on his handsome canvas.

With his lower lip between his
teeth, he leaned closer, resting on his elbows.�
His hair tickled her breasts as he kissed her sternum.� He was increasing his pace gradually.� His patience was almost too much to
bear.� Hermione wrapped her legs around
him, changing the angle.� It allowed him
to penetrate deeper and they both let out sounds of pleasure at the exact same
time.

�Are you trying to destroy my
control, witch?� he demanded, his hand sliding down to grip her hip tightly.

�Yes,� she gasped.� �Control is overrated.�

�That�is what those who�don�t have
it�say,� he stated, punctuating each phrase with a more forceful piston of his
hips.� With the next thrust, he found
that spot he�d plumbed earlier with his fingers.

�Oh God!� she cried, and by the
time it tumbled from her lips he�d done it again.� And again.� It felt so different than before.� She was so full that the friction against
that spot expanded outwards, cascading around his invasion.� It felt so good she could scarcely breathe.

She knew it felt good to him.� He was moving faster, losing his control in
spite of his one-sentence lecture on maintaining it.� He relinquished his firm grip on her hip only
to clamp his arms tightly around her knees, preventing her from unlocking the
circle of her legs.� It held her in
place, negating her body�s ability to absorb his thrusts.� His mouth fell open as the sound of their
lovemaking went from the gentle creak of bedsprings to the pronounced clash of
skin coming together.

Each of his thrusts became an
impact, hard and jarring against her, setting off little eruptions of
pleasure.� His eyes were on her breasts
as they swayed and then branding into her own wild gaze.� She saw something in his hot glower,
something she hadn�t seen in a while.� It
was a claim.� A fierce, possessive, �yes,
this is what�s happening and anyone who opposes it is beneath my concern� kind
of claim, the one that had always existed in his disdainful eyes before.� Only this time, the disdain was for himself,
for that part of him that dared to raise its dark little voice and oppose his
actions.

He leaned down and covered her body
with his, not easing his pace in the slightest.�
His warm, dewy skin set off every nerve ending it touched.� In that moment Hermione knew that there were
certain parts of him that couldn�t be turned off, his sexual dominance being
one of them.� Surprisingly, she was all
right with that.� He wouldn�t hurt her
and he knew better than to degrade her.�
She squirmed against him, moaning softly. �He was doing anything but hurting her right now�

�This is what you showed me,� he
growled into her ear.� �Is it what you
want?�

And he was right; this was exactly
how she�d envisioned them during her mental torture hours earlier, writhing together
in his bed.� It was what she wanted, for
him to be pressed against her, every sweaty inch, like in her hallucination or
dream or whatever it was when she had heatstroke.�

�Yes,� she said breathlessly.� �Everything I showed you, I want.��

He breathed a sigh that turned into
a groan before pressing his face into her neck.�
His right hand dropped to knead her breast, his fingers pinching and
rolling the nipple.� All the while his
hips never stopped, though he had slowed, enjoying the tight, wet slide of
their joining.� As he was sucking a hard
bruise of possession onto her neck, Hermione fervently wished she could see the
flex of his buttocks and the roll of his hips as he drove into her.

She started to release her legs,
intent upon reaching down to cup that beautiful arse
of his so she could at least feel him working and let her imagination do the
rest.� He caught her hands with a gruff
command of, �No.� Keep your legs around
me.�

Hermione complied with a whimper,
arching up against him.� She pulled
against his hold, unable to keep still, and he easily overpowered her; he
pinned her arms above her head, apart, his fingers winding into hers as if they
were holding hands.� His grip wasn�t
tight, and several times he let his hands wander down the sensitive skin of the
insides of her arms and across her breasts.�
When he did she kept her arms where they were.� She rather liked the feel of him holding her
while she held him.� It was like
completing a circuit; the thrill of what they were doing certainly felt like
electricity.� A charge was building
inside her, fed by the delicious advance and retreat of his escalating thrusts.

There was a rosy sex flush across
his cheeks and chest.� A few pieces of
his hair clung to the light sheen of sweat on his neck and shoulders.� Pleasure was beginning to beat the defiance
from his eyes; they held hers, until a shot of glorious sensation made him
close his eyes and moan.

�I fear�that this�is where I lose
my manners,� he panted, slotting his fingers between hers and pressing her into
the mattress.

�Don�t pretend you ever had any,�
she replied, feisty.� Hermione gave a
theatrical tug against his hold, simply because she knew it would turn him
on.� She was right.� He reaffirmed his hold and thrust into her
hard enough to earn a small cry at just how deep he went.

�From now on I won�t,� he countered
fiercely, �since you don�t appear to appreciate them, my uncultured little mu--��

She chose that moment to squeeze
her muscles around him with a vengeance, not caring to know which way he was
going to finish that sentence.� It felt
good, a self-induced preamble to the fit of spasms she knew he�d drive her to.

�Sweet Merlin!� he gasped, all
pretense gone.� �Don�t�stop!�� She couldn�t tell if he was asking her to
cease or continue.� It didn�t matter; he
began to plunge into her with abandon, making sure that his pelvis ground into
her, stirring the bundle of nerves that would send her to ecstasy a second
time.

He was loving
her hard, demanding release through each moan and sigh.� There was no respite from the steel of his
cock piercing her or from the pleasure that chased it.� She didn�t want there to be.� That wildness that had come over her while
she watched him touch himself was returning.�
She struggled against his hold because she wanted to rake her nails down
his back.� All she could do was buck
against him, crossing her ankles at the small of his back and trying to pull
him closer.

His grip was sure and unwavering,
meeting her every sensual thrash and containing it.� She knew he was close.� The battle of wills was demolishing his
control.� Hers was already gone.� Hermione gave herself over to the carnal
ritual, rocking her hips up against his as she quivered on the edge.

The vessel of her pleasure suddenly
overflowed and a deep, soul-clenching orgasm rocked her.� It wasn�t like the sharp staccatos she�d
experienced before.� It was one massive,
systemic crush of sensation and emotion.�
Tears peaked in her eyes of their own accord.� Her own voice was beyond her comprehension;
she didn�t know if she was speaking phrases or just making enraptured sounds,
but his were joining her and his hands were clutching hers for dear life and a
second later�

His forehead pressed into the bed
right next to her, his cheek actually nestled in some of her errant curls.� In three erratic thrusts she knew he was
coming.� A most erotic cry escaped him
and his nails forged a path down her forearms.�
She escaped him then, wrapping her arms around him, holding him as he
shuddered.

It seemed to last a long time.� The last twinges of her orgasm were still
fluttering through her womb as she cradled him.�
He didn�t feel nearly as heavy now; Hermione felt like she could lift a
horse with one hand.� A moment later Lucius shifted to press his lips over hers.� He kissed her like a man dying of thirst who
had just found water.� Her insides gave
another little spasm at the passion in his lips and teeth and tongue.

Several thoroughly snogged minutes later, he pulled back.� Hermione unlocked her legs, knowing that he
had to dispose of that lovely piece of rubber that had enabled this.� He looked down at her, an unreadable
expression on his face.� Then he leaned
down to brush his lips against hers one more time.

Hermione was pleased to note that
when he stood up, the muscles in his thighs were trembling ever so
slightly.� And he certainly didn�t walk
straight on his way to the loo.� She smiled, knowing that if she tried to
stand she would be even worse.� Her knees
might give out.� No, standing was
strictly off limits for at least another ten minutes.

He wandered back in, having
divested himself of the condom.� It also
looked like he had made an attempt to put order to his hair.� It remained pleasingly mussed, though, a look
she wouldn�t mind seeing more often.� And
judging by the day they�d had, she would.

He climbed back into bed beside
her.� The movement to curl around her was
automatic and she had to admit that it felt quite good to be in his arms.� Still, one thing nagged at her.

...my uncultured little mu-�

She had cut him off, afraid of what
he would say.� She knew it was the throes
of passion, and that she had baited him.�
He�d clearly said that he would insult her back if she was too liberal
with her own slights.� But would he use that word?� It was obvious that blood status held very
little meaning for him anymore, but it would still hurt to hear the slur come
from his lips � even in friendly fire.

�Lucius?�
she said softly.

�Hm?�� His
voice was soporific, on the edge of sleep.

�What were you going to say
before?�

�That�s a very vague question.� You�ll need to be a little more specific.�

�Before, when you�you called me
your uncultured little�and I cut you off.�

�Muse,� he answered right away,
twisting and propping up on an elbow to look at her.� ��My uncultured little muse� is what I was
going to say before you squeezed the hell out of me and destroyed my ability to
string together a coherent sentence.� Or thought, for that matter.�

Hermione blinked.� Muse.� Not mudblood.� Not muggle-born.� Muse.

�What is it?� he asked, seeing the
tears gather in her eyes.

�Nothing,� she whispered, blinking
them away and smiling.� �Let�s go to
sleep.�

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A/N 2: The book they were talking about early on (if any of
you even remember that! Haha) was �A Farewell to Arms�
by Ernest Hemingway.
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