Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

The Masked Lady	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 36030 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Harry Potter nor do I make any money from the publication of this fic. Only friends and smiles.-

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
Chapter 15: Dinner Parties and Dirty Deeds

�So, you live with Mr. Malfoy now?� Astoria Greengrass-Malfoy was an idiot. Hermione didn�t know her all that well, granted she was a few years younger, but she knew her sister Daphne. Daphne had been fairly intelligent and while not overly friendly she had never had any issues with her. Astoria was nothing like her sister from what Hermione could see. She was a pretty woman with long platinum hair and pretty hazel eyes, her long willowy frame clothed in perfectly tailored dress robes. While on the outside she was everything a man could want in a woman she lacked any real substance. She was an airhead; the kind of woman that encouraged the blonde jokes Harry and Ron were so fond of telling.

How do you amuse a blonde witch for hours? Give her a piece of parchment with �Please Turn Over� written on both sides.

How do you make a blonde witch�s eyes twinkle? Shine a lumos in her ear.

What was really sad is that Hermione could see how those jokes might be true with Astoria. She hadn�t exactly been thrilled when Lucius announced that they were going to Draco�s for dinner but she sucked it up and accompanied him only to be abandoned after dinner with a life sized Barbie doll.

�Yes, I live with Lucius now.� Hermione answered politely, trying not to laugh as the boys jokes rolled around in her head. A white toy poodle wearing a diamond tiara came into the room and sat at Hermione�s feet. As she looked down she imagined that if she could read the animal�s thoughts it would be begging for help.

�Oh! My Snookie-Bear!� Astoria�s high pitched cooing had Hermione frowning as the woman picked up the little dog and began raining kisses all over its head. The dog squirmed and struggled for freedom and Hermione empathized. �This is Snookums, she�s my precious little angel!�

�How nice.� Hermione heard voices and turned to see Lucius and Draco entering the parlor. She whimpered in relief and hurried to Lucius, sliding her arm around his waist and leaning into him.

�Are you alright, Pet?� He looked down, concerned.

�Never leave me alone with her again, ever.� She said quietly. Lucius chuckled and brushed a kiss against her brow affectionately.

�Was it awful?� He knew the answer to that. Draco didn�t marry Astoria for her intellect; he married her for the Greengrass connections. It sounded cold and unfeeling but it was how things were done in pureblood circles. His marriage to Narcissa had been much the same. Draco could barely stand Astoria, she grated on his nerves and he avoided her when he could. His heart lay with his warm blooded mistress, Elizabeth. It was a shame she couldn�t join them, she was a very intelligent witch who didn�t bore a body to tears in the first five minutes.

�You bloody well know it was awful, Lucius, where did you run off to?� She demanded with a slight pout that had him longing to nibble on her lips.

�The salon for brandy and a cigar with Draco.� He couldn�t stop looking at her lips. They were red and glossy and he could easily envision them sliding over his cockhead.

�Ah�you went to bond with your only son by sucking on a tobacco phallus.� Lucius actually sputtered at her words and her laughter filled the room. Draco looked up curiously after rescuing the poor animal his wife tormented. Draco called the dog Snooks; he liked it better than the effeminate Snookums. The poor dog stared at him pleadingly and he took him from a pouting Astoria, removed the ridiculous tiara and sat the animal back onto the floor. Astoria still believed the poor thing was a girl. He darted out the door in a flash of white and Hermione wished she could follow.

�A tobacco phallus? If you don�t want me smoking, Pet, all you had to do is say so; you didn�t need to turn it into some homo-erotic pastime.� Lucius frowned down at her but the sound of her laughter had a way of easing his ire.

�Speaking of erotic pastimes�when can we go home?� She purred, pressing her breasts into his side. His hand slid down her back, his fingertips dipping beneath the waist of her skirt to toy with the band of her underwear. She in turn discreetly moved her hand down to curve around his backside.

Lucius glanced over to where Draco was talking with his wife, from the sounds of it he was encouraging her to go to bed. He was half hard at the sound of her suggestive query and growing harder at her touch.

�What did you have in mind? It would have to be very, very good to make me leave in the middle of spending time with my son.� He was watching Draco and Astoria, making certain that they weren�t being overheard.

Hermione smiled and lifted onto her toes so that her lips were against his ear, her hot breath blowing against him softly, tickling and causing shivers to run down his spine.

�I don�t have to work until Monday, the sooner you take me home the sooner you can fuck my ass.� She whispered, her tone husky.

�For the love of��

�Goodnight, Hermione, goodnight, Mr. Malfoy, I am off to bed. Thank you for coming tonight.� Astoria interrupted, sneaking up on them while Lucius tried to catch his breath and get hold of his thoughts.

�Goodnight, Astoria, thank you for dinner.� Hermione said politely, giving Lucius a nudge to remind him of his manners.

�Ah, yes, goodnight, Astoria.� He said somewhat distractedly. She kissed Draco on the cheek and excused herself from the room, leaving her husband looking relieved and shaking his head.

�That woman drives me insane, hell even her dog can�t stand her.� Draco rolled his eyes and then they settled on his father and Hermione. �What are you two talking about so secretively?�

�Some of your father�s favorite pastimes.� Hermione said smiling. She removed her hand from his butt and reached behind her for his hand, pushing it further into her skirt, his fingers sliding into the warm cleft of her bottom.

�I am fairly certain that I don�t want to know.� Draco said smiling. His father was obviously happy and quite smitten with Hermione. He still wasn�t certain that he understood or even approved but he knew that it wasn�t up to him to approve or disapprove of his father�s choices.

�Probably not.� Lucius said a bit hoarsely as his fingertip stroked the sensitive, nerve rich ring of her backside. Sweet mercy, he couldn�t wait to get home and get her naked. �You know, if she annoys you that much you could hurry up and get an heir on her then you can avoid her.� Hermione stomped his foot. �Ouch! What was that for?�

�You jerk! How can you tell him to get her pregnant so he doesn�t have to deal with his wife? Maybe he could try getting to know her, be her friend?� Hermione jerked his hand away from her butt and took a step away, irritated by Lucius�s callous comment.

�You just told me never to leave you alone with her again!� He argued.

�Well she�s about as interesting as a doorknob, I can�t deny that. She talked to me for nearly an hour about dog clothing. Dog clothing! Why do people feel the need to put clothing on their dogs? They have fur, that is their clothing. Still, I was polite and engaged in the conversation, tried to get to know her, despite the fact that I was bored to tears.� Hermione caught Draco�s amused expression.

�Hermione, Pet, pureblood marriages are arranged for many reasons, rarely is love or even friendship one of them. An heir is all that is expected of the woman.� Lucius knew that Hermione already knew this fact, just as he knew that she wouldn�t approve of it.

�You could get an heir from Hermione and then I wouldn�t have to be concerned about it.� Draco said, watching their reactions. Both of them turned to stare at Draco incredulously.

�You are my heir, Draco, any children I was to have with Hermione would inherit a portion but you would be the primary heir.� Lucius said. �You need an heir.�

�Hold on for a moment�.you sound as though you have thought about this, Lucius. We never discussed children.� She said, eyes wide. Did she even want children?

�I wouldn�t be averse to having more children some day, should the situation arise or we decide it�s something we want. Right now, however, I am content with the way things are.� Lucius could see the apprehension in her eyes and he wanted to ease it.

�I always wanted siblings. I think I would rather be a big brother than a father if I am honest about it.� Draco said.

�Don�t hold your breath.� Hermione frowned and looked back at Lucius who wore an amused expression. What was he thinking?

�Never say never, Granger.� Draco rather enjoyed baiting her and he could see that his father�s mind was racing as well. It was obvious that his father cared for Hermione more than he was admitting. Would he one day have little half blood siblings?

�It is late and this conversation is better dropped I think.� Lucius said, watching Hermione�s face flush as a million thoughts were spinning in her head. Draco�s words brought up questions for the future, something they had agreed that they wouldn�t fret over but accept as it played out. �Thank you for having us over, Draco, I shall see you Monday for breakfast.�

Draco chuckled and said goodbye to his father then surprised Hermione and Lucius both when he embraced her and kissed her cheek. Lucius and Hermione used the parlor fireplace to return to Malfoy Manor leaving Draco smiling and making plans to visit his Elizabeth.

~@~

Hermione was a bit perturbed as she walked straight through their bedchamber and into the bathroom. She never thought about an extended lifetime with Lucius. She never, not a single time, considered having a family with him. Did that make her odd? She knew from her experiences with her few female friends that most women thought about that sort of thing when they began a relationship. What sort of husband would he be? What would their children look like? Hermione never thought about those things. Of course there had been only a couple of men who made it into the actual �relationship� category for her, the rest barely made it beyond acquaintance.

She opened the glass doors to the shower and turned the water on. When she had adjusted the temperature to her liking she stepped back and began undressing, tossing her dirty clothes into the hamper. As she stepped into the shower she began to wonder�.what sort of husband would Lucius be? She had seen him with Narcissa a few times but he was cold and rather distant. Much different than he was with her. With her he was warm and affectionate, touching her often, kissing her, holding her close to him. Did marriage turn a man cold or was she�dare she hope�.special? What would a child of theirs look like? Images of a chubby faced cherub with golden curls and big blue eyes danced within her head and she felt her heart and her stomach tighten. So maybe she wasn�t exactly adverse to motherhood. Would she be a good mother? Would Lucius be a good father? Draco had been a right bastard but then again Lucius had been a different person then, would he be better now? Could they raise a family together? Did she want that?

�What are you thinking about so heavily?� She jumped when his hands curved over her shoulders. She hadn�t heard him come into the bathroom much less her shower, when she had left him he was locking and warding the house.

�Nothing important.� She muttered, tilting her face up into the stream of water. He pulled her back against his chest and pressed his lips to her ear, his hands resting on her waist.

�I don�t believe you.� He kissed her ear, nibbling the fleshy lobe gently. �Draco�s comment about children really threw you, didn�t it?�

�A little, I never thought about having children. I certainly never thought about you and me having a family, not until he brought it up.� She didn�t want to lie to him. She could have acted tough, like it didn�t phase her in the slightest but she knew that if she was going to have something real with Lucius that he had to know all of her. The hard, the soft, the good, the bad, the brave, the frightened, all of it.

�Do you want to talk about it?� He tucked his face into her neck and kissed the pulse point throbbing at its base.

�I don�t know, I�m not certain how I feel about it. Have you thought about it?� She asked, leaning back into him and letting him hold her.

�I knew that when I asked you to move in here that I wanted something long term, Hermione. I don�t know if that will eventually mean marriage or not, time will tell. But, I am no green wizard, Pet; I know that having regular sex comes with the risk of accidental pregnancy. Spells and potions aren�t foolproof, which means I had to consider the possibility. So the answer is yes, I have thought about you and me having a family.� He said finally, taking the long way to the answer. �It wasn�t so bad you know.�

�I just don�t know if I am ready for something like that.� She said though her heart softened at his words. He had thought about a family with her and he liked it.

�Hermione, there is no need for you to stress yourself over this, let�s just enjoy our time together, enjoy our relationship and each other, the future will work itself out as it should, I promise.� He hugged her tight and she relaxed in his arms.

�You�re right.� She sighed and reached behind her, grabbing his flanks and digging her fingers into the muscled flesh. �I just want to enjoy being with you, so no more heavy talk tonight.�

�That�s fine with me.� He growled, raking his teeth over the side of her neck. �Let�s take the subject somewhere more pleasurable, shall we? For instance, I believe you said something about letting me have this sweet little ass of yours.� He pressed his hips forward, rubbing his semi-erect cock between her cheeks.

�Oh yeah�so I did.� She purred, rolling her ass back against him. �So, my big bad death eater, how do you plan to hold me to my promise?�

Lucius groaned against her shoulder and then turned her abruptly in his arms so that she was facing him. His hands slid over her slick skin, smoothing over the curve of her backside and squeezing hard, pulling her into him. He kissed her, quick sucking little smooches that had her tangling her fingers in his hair seeking deeper, longer contact. She loved kissing him, loved the different sides of him revealed in his kiss. The softer, romantic Lucius could make a kiss last for hours, so gentle and sweet it would make her tear up if she thought too deeply on it. The harder, angry Lucius who could take her lips with bruising force, using his teeth and leaving her lips bruised and swollen. Passionate Lucius, who could turn a kiss into pure unadulterated mouth sex, fucking her mouth with his tongue, suckling on hers until she was shaking and on the edge of orgasm. Then there was playful Lucius who would turn a simple kiss goodbye into a hundred little pecks of his lips against hers, who would bend her over his arm and kiss the ticklish spot on her neck until she was howling with laughter. She loved every side of him.

�Somehow I don�t think it will require force.� He lifted her, loving that she didn�t fight him but instead wrapped her legs tight around his waist. �You sure about this?�

�You sound scared, Lucius. Afraid I�m gonna want to return the favor?� She cupped the back of his head and pressed her nipple against his lips, closing her eyes and sighing when he suckled gently for a moment.

�You lack certain equipment, Pet.� He chuckled, moving her against the full erection now trapped between them.

�I could always purchase some equipment.� She taunted, using her thighs to slide her body against his.

�No.� He said finally, backing her into the shower wall. She squealed as the cold tiles hit her back. �I�m beginning to think you are the one afraid. Are you going to welsh?�

�I�m not afraid of you, Lucius; you would never hurt me, not in a million years.� When she looked into his eyes she felt a tightness in her chest and a sick rolling in her stomach.

�No, I wouldn�t.� He tilted his chin up for her kiss, partly because he longed for her sweet flavor and partly because he needed to break eye contact. The emotion it evoked was more than he wanted to think about at that moment. She was important to him, too important to him and it scared him. Caring for her made him vulnerable, it meant that she could hurt him and it was unfamiliar territory for him where women were concerned. He kept his relationships distant and quick, never lingering too long with one woman and never putting more than his body�s urges into it. Not so with Hermione. He pursued her relentlessly until he had her and once he had her he wooed her without mercy, not just wanting her, but needing her in a way he didn�t understand.

He kissed her for the remainder of their shower, washing every inch of her body while keeping his lips on her skin the entire time. He turned off the shower and accio�d a towel from the rack. With a tenderness that never failed to amaze and offset her, he rubbed her skin dry and did the same with her hair, muttering a spell to tame the frizz.

�Go wait for me in the bedroom. I need to gather a few things and then I�ll be there.� He kissed her lips, plump from his passionate kisses, and smoothed his hand over her damp curls. With a gentle nudge he pushed her towards their bedroom. Outwardly he seemed very cool and collected, but inside he was trembling with excitement. She was actually going to let him take her anally, something he had long fantasized about but hadn�t been able to engage in. He never figured to have a woman in his life who would want to explore everything the way Hermione seemed to. Her adventurous spirit didn�t just apply to their bedroom antics; he had learned that as soon as he whisked her away to Switzerland. He had gotten up and readied himself to go skiing, informing her as he would have the women in his past, wife included, that he was going out and would be back. Previous lovers were content to remain behind but Hermione had insisted on joining him.

She had raced him down the slope and much to his surprise she had beaten him. When he stared at her agog she had thrown a snowball in his face, laughing hysterically. When he recovered from his shock he had chased her into the trees where he took her forcefully up against a tree, the bark tearing into her down jacket. Feathers followed them all the way back to the chalet. Since then she had accompanied him riding, hiking, boating, and had even attempted archery though she was still having trouble on that front. She was a remarkable fencer and could hold her own in martial arts. She was without a doubt a match for him in every way.

With a towel around his hips he went to the sink and opened a drawer beneath it. There he found what he was looking for, a small bottle of oil and a tube of ointment. He took a moment to brush his teeth and comb his hair before following her into their room. She was standing in the middle of the room, her towel still wrapped around her torso. She looked a little lost, like she didn�t know quite what to do. That little bit of vulnerability made him smile. He approached her slowly and could see her eyes darting back and forth, no doubt she was wondering if he was just going to bend her over and go for it.

He tossed the items in his hand onto the long bench at the foot of the bed and reached for her, pulling her into his embrace and pressing his lips against her shoulder.

�Relax, Pet, I won�t hurt you.� He whispered as he pressed tiny kisses along her collarbones and into the hollow at the base of her throat. She moaned softly and let her head fall back, her hands clasped behind his neck as he lavished her neck and shoulders with affection. He pulled the corner where the towel was tucked between her breasts and let the soft Egyptian cotton towel fall to the floor at her feet. His lips trailed lower, over the upper swells of her breasts and between, his tongue licking a fiery path to her nipples. He circled the ruched areola with the tip of his tongue before wrapping it around the erect tip and sucking it into his mouth. With every pull of his lips she felt the corresponding tug between her legs, pulsing and aching as she grew wet and swollen with arousal.

He went to his knees before her, his mouth affixed to the smooth white skin of her torso as he traced a leisurely path down over her belly while urging her back onto the bench. He settled her onto the edge, pushing her to lie back against the raised, rolled end. He lifted one of her legs and placed her foot onto the bench and pushed her other leg out so that she was splayed wide open for him, every inch of her sex exposed to him including the pink, puckered rosette of her backside. He began gently, lightly teasing her lower belly with his lips and tongue, leaving a tiny love bite atop her plump, shaven mound before trailing his tongue along the crease where thigh and pelvis connected. He kissed the smooth, plump petals of her pussy as though kissing her lips, loving the impatient way she wiggled against the bench.

�Keep your legs open.� His voice was husky and vibrated against her as he wiggled his tongue into her moist slit. He loved going down on her, loved the heady, musky scent of her and the salty sweet flavor. It was pure bliss to suckle at the font of her sex while she writhed and cried out, pressing her sweetness tighter against his lips and begging him for more. The tip of his tongue found her clit and he toyed with it, flicking it rapidly back and forth before sucking gently. He meandered a bit lower, circling the opening to heaven before pressing his tongue inside her as far as he could manage. A strangled moan escaped her lips and she pressed her hips forward, begging for more as her body wept more of its delicious honey onto his tongue.

�Oh, Lucius�more�.god that feels so fucking good!� She groaned, grinding her pelvis against his mouth as he continued to press his tongue into her. He pulled back and replaced his tongue with two fingers, sliding them inside her and pressing up as he pumped them in and out, his tongue gently worrying her clit as she accustomed herself to the change of stimulus. When she was moaning and riding his fingers he replaced his tongue with his thumb against her clit, rotating it and pressing. Patiently he waited for her to adjust.

Hermione was in heaven. She loved it when Lucius buried his head between her thighs, he was brilliant with his tongue, applying himself diligently to her pleasure and enjoying himself in the process. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back, enjoying the feel of his fingers pumping into her, rubbing up against her G-spot with gentle, teasing strokes while his thumb worried her clit. His free hand was pressing into the back of her thigh, pushing her upraised leg back towards her chest. She was too far gone to protest this unusual positioning, too lost in the feel of him stimulating her closer to orgasm.

Her eyes snapped open the moment she felt it, the warm wet slide of his tongue between her cheeks. She made an odd squeaking sound and fisted her hand in his hair as he tongued her backside.

�Oh god, what are you doing?� She shrilled, her cheeks flushing bright red as she stared down at him. The cad had the nerve to wink up at her.

�Relax, trust me.� He purred before returning to his task. Hermione was shocked, she was by no means a prude but no one had ever licked her there before. It was a taboo and dirty�.wasn�t it? Lucius didn�t seem to mind at all though she didn�t think she would be allowing it if she hadn�t just come out of the shower. She did as he said and tried to relax, loosening her grip on his hair and concentrating on the new feelings his actions evoked. It was strange but not unpleasant; a lot like it had been in her office when he had penetrated her with his finger. She closed her eyes, his fingers pressing more firmly on her sweet spot while his tongue filled her with wicked sensation. She began rocking against the onslaught pleasure, seeking more, needing the release he promised.

Lucius smiled a bit when she began moving into him. He could feel the walls of her pussy trembling around his fingers and doubled his efforts. Her raspy moans began to fill the room and her movements became urgent and erratic then she stiffened and cried out sharply, her muscles convulsing around his fingers as she came hard and long. He sat back and watched her, his fingers still stroking her gently as she slumped against the rolled end of the bench and trembled with the aftershocks. Out of courtesy he cast a quick cleansing spell on his mouth, figuring by her shocked reaction to his oral assault on her backside that she wouldn�t appreciate him kissing her without it.

He withdrew his fingers from her sex and saw them glisten in the firelight with her slippery cream. She was watching him as he rubbed the slick fluid over the head of his cock as he got to his knees and reached for her.

�Come here, Pet.� He whispered, pulling her onto the floor.

�I can�t believe you did that, Lucius. You really are a pervert.� Her eyes were heavy lidded and her lips swollen from biting them.

�You always say that but you love everything I do to you.� He said, grasping her hips and pulling her closer, rubbing his cock against her soft belly.

�That�s true; I guess that makes me a pervert too.� She chuckled lightly and leaned forward to kiss the base of his throat, raking her teeth over the rough skin there.

�Damn right it does.� He growled, his fingers pressing deep into the cushy flesh of her hips. �And the perversion isn�t over for the night, turn around.� He used his grip on her hips to turn her so that she faced away from him. She expected him to direct her to bend over but was stunned once more when he just held her against him, her back pressed to his front, his cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass. She let her head rest back against his shoulder as his hands moved over her front, cupping and stroking her breasts, tugging at the nipples gently before sliding lower over her belly and delving into the swampy heat of her pussy. He strummed her clit gently, encouraging the little bud to grow firm once more. When she was moaning and writhing once more in arousal he lightly nudged her to bend over and rest her elbows on the bench.

He rubbed her back with long, slow strokes from shoulder to buttocks, soothing her as he nudged her knees apart and settled in behind her. He grabbed his cock at the base and slid into her wet heat slowly, seating himself fully inside her and closing his eyes, groaning in bliss.

�I thought you wanted....ah�.oh�ooooo�.never mind�.� Hermione forgot what she was going to say when he began pumping in and out of her slowly, sliding every delicious inch of his cock through her tender flesh. She didn�t see him reach for the little bottle of oil and pull the stopper with his teeth. He coated his index and middle finger with the oil, feeling it warm on contact. He was still fucking her steadily when he pressed his oiled finger against her anus; she started and tightened instantly, her pussy squeezing his cock with near painful force.

�Easy, relax, I won�t hurt you, I need to prepare you to make it easier for you to take me.� She whimpered and made a conscious effort to relax her sphincter muscle and let his finger slip inside. He was gentle, fingering her puckered hole slowly while he continued his slow, torturous thrusting. When she had relaxed and was pushing back against him he slid his middle finger in alongside the first, slowing down considerably when she whimpered. He stroked her, scissoring his fingers inside her, stretching her, readying her for what was to come. He tipped the bottle and let a thin stream of oil trickle between her cheeks, oiling her backside further.

He withdrew his fingers and quickly cleaned them using a whispered spell. He pulled out, sliding his tip up through her oily cheeks and immediately began pressing against her slippery anus. She was curling her fingers into the padded surface of the bench so Lucius placed his hand over hers, wrapping his fingers around her much smaller hand reassuringly. With his other he held his cock steady as he applied continuous light pressure trying to penetrate the tight ring of muscle. She recalled something she had read recently in a woman�s magazine and she pushed as though trying to push him out and it only let him sink in deeper, stretching her open and allowing him to fill her completely.

�Oh sweet mother of Circe!� He groaned, sinking balls deep into her ass. She was burning him up in her tight grip, making coherent thought impossible as he pulled back and pushed forward again. �I won�t last, Hermione.� He sounded desperate, almost sobbing as he pumped her again. She fought past the burning sensation of having her rear penetrated, the aching throb of her clit overshadowing the discomfort.

�Take me with you.� She whimpered, taking their joined hands and sliding it between her legs, both their fingers stroking over the swollen bud of her clit as he rode her with more passion. Over and over their fingers stroked her clit while his cock shafted her backside. She could feel him begin to throb, heard the catch in his breathing and the increased tenor of his grunts and groans. One more little tweak of her clit and she was screaming in release, her cream trickling down her thighs as her pussy convulsed, her rectum pulsing as well, caressing him, stroking him until he spilled into her with a rough shout, falling onto her back and trembling with the most powerful orgasm he had ever known.

His back ached and his chest burned as he tried to draw in enough air. He slid from inside her, careful of her newly abused flesh and reached for his wand to cast a gentle cleansing spell over them both. He reached for the tube of ointment, his head spinning slightly as he squeezed some onto his fingers and pressed it into her red and tender flesh.

�Oh�no more�� She protested weakly.

�It�s a healing cream, Pet, to soothe you.� He said softly, kissing the base of her spine. She was still bent over the bench, her head resting on the cushion with her hair tangled around her. �Are you alright?�

�I can�t move.� She muttered.

�You don�t have to.� He got to his feet and lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he walked to the side of the bed and laid her in the center before crawling in beside her. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight against his side as he tucked them both beneath the blankets. �Thank you, Hermione. Thank you for this evening.�

�Mmmmm�.it was different, not something I want to do every night but I would most certainly do it again. If you want to of course.� She said on a yawn, snuggling closer.

�We shall see.� He kissed her brow and thanked the gods for bringing her into his life.

�Telly?� She queried.

�Absolutely.� He smiled, reaching for his wand and revealing his television. He flicked through the channels, settling on a romantic comedy that made her laugh before calling the kitchens for a snack. He could think of nothing better than lying in his bed eating chocolate chip biscuits and watching television with his witch. He was a lucky man indeed.

AN: SORRY!! I got busy and forgot that it was update day!!! Sorry if the above squicked any of you with the whole rimming scene, I thought it was sexy LOL but to each her own�..anyhow�.so glad you are reading and thanks to reader who reminded me an update was due�LOL hope it was worth the wait.

14

15

16

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

The Masked Lady