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The Downfall of Greed	By : tcarlson Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 40804 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“I knew it!” I was awakened the next morning by my screeching wife. She was standing in the doorway with Draco peering over her shoulder.

Some time during the night, I had made my way under the covers. By the presence of the large lump beside me, Hermione Granger had too. Sitting up, I fixed Narcissa with my worst glare. “What happened to knocking?” I asked.

“You lost your privacy privileges when you started screwing the Mudblood!”

“Perhaps a Silencing Charm next time, Father?” Draco offered.

With an exasperated sigh, I ran my hands through my hair, trying to wake up a bit before charging head-on into this argument. “You know I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t been ordered to by the Dark Lord.”

“It’s just an excuse! You’re just glad you have a reason to so you can keep your semblance of morals! She would have wormed her way into your bed eventually even without your orders.”

“Believe what you want, madam, but I act on orders and orders only.”

“Did the Dark Lord order you to snuggle afterwards too?”

The girl beside me hid further beneath the covers. “Narcissa, I know your stance on Mudbloods, but you will need to get past this for the Dark Lord. She’s just being trained for his use and will not be here much longer, I’m sure. If you keep your mouth shut, then no one will know what you discovered today and your reputation will be kept intact.”

“If this gets out, Lucius, and my reputation is sullied because of it, then I am divorcing you.”

“Empty threats. A divorce would cause more of a scandal than me taking a Mudblood mistress.”

Narcissa huffed and stomped off down the hallway, her high heels making an angry clicking sound. Draco smiled apologetically, softly closed the door, and followed his mother.

I lifted the covers to expose the girl. She tried shrinking further into the sheets, but reluctantly sat up at the furious look I gave her. Tucking the sheets around her tightly to cover herself up completely, she said, “I’m sorry for the trouble I caused by not going back to my room.”

“One would think that you’d want to get as far away as possible after what I did to you.”

“I did,” she answered, “but I also couldn’t bear the thought of being alone. The nightmares have gotten so bad…”

“And that gives you permission to stay in my bed?”

“If you didn’t notice, you were spooning me when we were awakened. So it didn’t seem like you minded all that much.”

“Go to your room. Now,” I whispered dangerously.

She got up and quickly went over to the door. Pausing in the doorway, she said, “I’m sorry if I hurt your marriage in any way.” Then, she disappeared into her room.

Stupid, honorable Gryffindors.

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Later that day, I was looking over a draft of a law for the Minister, sitting in my favorite chair by the fire in my room, when she boldly stepped out of her room and waited for me to acknowledge her.

“What is it, Miss. Granger?” I asked in a bored monotone.

“I was wondering if… That is, I was hoping that…” The little bit of courage she seemed to have gathered before leaving her room vanished at my harsh glare.

“For Merlin’s sake, girl, out with it!” I yelled at her.

“Can I take a proper bath? Not just be magicked clean by the House-elves? I feel so dirty after…” She stopped and blushed.

“I suppose I could allow it in exchange for something from you.”

Catching the meaning of my proposal, she turned to go back in her room. “Never mind. I knew it was too much to hope that you could be a decent human being.”

“Think of it this way, I was going to take you tonight anyway. If you agree to be good, then we both get something out of it. You get your bath, and I get your cooperation.”

She sighed and looked longingly at the door to my bathroom. With a flick of my wand, I turned on the taps in my large marble tub. Steam floated out tantalizingly out of the bathroom and danced across the ceiling of my room.

With a huff and a little stamp of her foot, she ground out “Fine!” and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her a little too forcefully.

When I heard her splashing in the water, I quietly opened the door. She was sitting in the tub, surrounded by light pink bubbles that smelt of lavender, her head leaning against the side. With a moan of contentment, she slid under the water and sat back up, water dripping down her face from her soaked hair. She pushed back her sopping mess of hair and caught my eye.

“Door stays open,” I ordered.

I stepped back into my room, attempting to control my raging erection. Damnit, I was acting like some hormone-driven teenage boy! Lucius Malfoy doesn’t get all hot and bothered by watching some Mudblood girl in the bath.

But the relaxation and utter contentment on her face, her unguarded sounds of pleasure were so alluring. For one insane moment, I wished that she could be that way with me: open and unafraid for once.

I felt the need to possess her. I wanted her more completely than in the way I’d had her so far. Call it a moment of weakness, if you wish. With a rush of power stemming from my sheer need to take complete control of her, I removed her room and replaced the area with the linen closet that had been there before. She would sleep in my bed from now on. She would belong to me in every way possible. She had no need for her own space anymore. Once her door had melted back into the normal wall, I went back to the bathroom.

Leaning against the doorway, I loosened my tie and watched her. She knew I was there but used every ounce of self-control to ignore my roaming eyes and enjoy her bath. When I started unbuttoning my shirt, she said “I thought you said tonight. Not now.”

I didn’t answer her until I was undressed and sitting in the tub with her. “Come now, Miss. Granger. There’s enough room in here for at least three more people and there are bubbles protecting your sense of decency.”

She grumbled and sank further into the bubbles. Dunking under once more, she suddenly stood up and tried to clamber over the side of the tub to get out, but I was too quick and grabbed at her wrists. With a startled squeal, she fell back into the water, landing on top of me. She sat very still on my lap, scared to move. “Please, Mr. Malfoy…”

“Shh. Calm yourself. I just noticed that you missed a spot on your back.” I pulled a washcloth off the rack on the wall and dunked it in the water. She stiffened when I started making small circles over her spine.

I didn’t lie, there was a smudge on her back, and when I had finished wiping it off I said, “There. That’s better.”

“Can I go now?”

“If you’d like,” I answered. She had kind of relaxed into my arms by the time I had finished washing her, sitting on the ledge in the tub on one side of me and extending her legs over my lap. Her knees brushed against my chest and her head almost was resting on my shoulder.

Surprisingly, instead of getting up, she laid her head against my shoulder. “Sometimes, like the times I fell asleep in your bed or like now, it’s hard to remember that you hate me.” She sat up and giggled. “What the hell is in this bubble bath?”

“Which bottle did you use?”

“The crystal one.” She pointed at a bottle.

“Oh, that’s just Severus’s relaxation bath. He thought I needed to loosen up.”

“Do you feel it, too?”

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. It didn’t help. “Mmmm… I guess I do. I never tried it before. I like it.”

She giggled again. “I should be running away screaming,” she said as she snuggled against me, “but I’m just too comfortable.” I rested my chin on the top of her head. “Lucius?” I knew I should have been mad at her informal use of my first name, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. “Why don’t you kiss?”

“Hmm?”

“Yesterday under the influence of the potion when I tried to kiss you, you told me that you didn’t kiss.”

“I haven’t kissed anyone since I was still in love with my wife. She was the last person I ever kissed.”

“When was that?”

“The day Draco was born.”

“What happened?”

“Enough questions. Relax.”

“It’s too bad that you don’t kiss, really. I bet you’re really good at it. You’re really good at other stuff. I always saw kissing as so romantic and sensual.”

“If I kissed you now, would you shut up?” I snapped.

“I dunno. Maybe.” She pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes. “I need to get out of this bath. It’s making me loopy.” She untangled herself from me and managed to get herself out of the bath. Grabbing a towel off the rack, she wrapped it around herself and went into the bedroom. I sank further into the warm perfection of the bath. Why hadn’t I used Severus’s concoction earlier? It was divine. I never felt so relaxed.

“LUCIUS MALFOY!” I heard her scream from the bedroom. So much for relaxation. “WHERE THE HELL IS MY ROOM?”
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