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Shadows Of The Past	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 64110 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Eighteen: In the Hazy Light of Dawn

Where Hermione and Lucius take a big step.

For the first time in a very long time, Lucius didn�t jerk awake on a silent scream. He slowly climbed out of sleep like a man swimming through molasses, the way he had before the dark lord, before prison, before the world as he knew it came crashing down around him. He still expected to wake and find himself surrounded by dank, cold stone walls in filthy rags on a threadbare mat with no blanket to block out the cold. Instead, when he finally opened his eyes he saw that he was in a very small bedroom. He blinked rapidly a few times before he processed where he was. He was warm and surprisingly comfortable as the dim light of morning began creeping through the lacy curtains on the small window.

A soft moan sounded from beside him and just as he turned his head Hermione rolled towards him. She draped her arm over his chest and cuddled up against him, nuzzling against his shoulder. She opened her eyes and smiled. She looked so soft and sleepy with her flushed cheeks and lazy gaze. His semi-erection went from standard morning wood to full on arousal in seconds with a simple look.

�Mmmm�it�s early.� She said, her voice raspy and low.

�We went to bed rather early last night.� Did he really just say something that stupid? He wanted to slap himself for his ignorance, surely he hadn�t forgotten how to talk to a woman he wanted.

�Good morning, Lucius, I�m glad that you stayed.� She sighed and rubbed her cheek against him, her arm tightening around his torso.

�I�m glad I stayed too.� He swallowed hard and curled his arm around her shoulders.

�Um�Lucius?� Her voice was soft and slightly broken.

�Yes?� He was staring at the ceiling, enjoying the feel of a woman in his arms.

�Is that for me?� She asked.

�Is what�.Oh�� He glanced down and saw the �tent� in the blankets. �Well�it�s pretty normal for mornings though maybe not quite that enthusiastic�so yes, I would say that it is definitely for you.� Could the conversation have taken a more awkward turn?

�Can I see it?� She actually squeaked the request more than anything else. He wanted to laugh, the situation was ridiculous. He was lying in her bed, hard as stone and she was asking if she could see his penis. So why wasn�t he laughing? Why was his cock twitching and dancing beneath the blankets as though celebrating a brilliant idea?

�If you want.� He croaked. He felt like a moron. He had always done well with women. He was charming and smooth, never at a loss for the right words to seduce. So what was it about her that made him awkward and borderline retarded? He took a deep breath as she gingerly pushed the coverlet down to observe his randy member covered in grey knit.

�I took you for a silk boxers kind of wizard.� She said as she observed the long column of flesh straining against the cotton.

�These are softer.� He was going to go up in flames. It was ridiculous, he hadn�t even been that nervous his first time, he had had numerous women since then, he knew what to do, what to expect�at lest he thought he did before Hermione, with her everything was different. She made it new and exciting and she made him nervous and determined to please her. It was a lot of pressure to be under for a woman who really had no idea what to expect of him. All she knew of sex was a quick, unsatisfying tumble on a ruined sofa, yet he still felt the pressure. Perhaps it was to exceed his own expectations?

His thoughts quickly went south, centered in the brain that thought of nothing but taking her, being buried inside her completely. Curious fingers were tugging his undershirt up and her soft palm landed against his lower abdomen. He tried to stay relaxed as she swirled her fingertips in the thin trail of golden hair around his navel but it wasn�t easy. He wanted to clasp her wrist and push her hand lower but he resisted and remained still beneath her exploration.

His stomach muscles tightened as she slid her hand beneath the waistband, her fingers threading through the thatch of curls crowning his groin. He was holding his breath only able to release it when her fingers curled around his shaft and she slowly took his measure. She touched him from base to tip, slowly dragging her fingers over his sensitive flesh and making his cock throb and jerk beneath her caress.

�Do you�would you take them off?� She asked, her heart racing and her breath coming in pants. She didn�t release his shaft as he reached down and pushed the underwear off of his hips, freeing the object of her interest. He heard her sharp intake of breath and waited patiently for her response. �Oh�wow.� She said breathlessly, still stroking him slowly, gently. With a touch so light and so tender that it nearly tickled she retracted his foreskin and revealed his plumy tip. Her curious nature was both a nuisance and a godsend as she dipped her fingers into the thick drops of fluid beginning to leak from the tip and spread it around the sensitive crown.

�Hermione?� He croaked, swelling and twitching beneath her fingers. �You�re killing me, Darling.�

�What do I do?� She asked softly. She moved onto her knees, still holding him in her grasp as she straddled his legs. �Show me.� She looked beautiful hovering over him as she was, her cheeks flushed and her hair a little messy and wild from sleep. He wanted to tell her that she didn�t have to but he hurt, he wanted to come and he wanted it to be at her hand, not his. He reached over for his cane still leaning against the nightstand and withdrew his wand. He pointed it at her hand and his shaft whispering a lubricating spell over them both before he tossed his wand onto the floor beside her bed.

She watched in awe as he wrapped his fingers around hers, tightening her hold on his cock and slowly sliding her hand up and down the long, thick length of him. She couldn�t take her eyes away, fascinated by the way the tip swelled and darkened in color. He was throbbing against her palm, his pulse pounding in the purple veins that ran the length and circumference of his penis. His stomach tightened and relaxed and his testicles twitched and bounced below. He was breathing hard, groaning and grunting with every stroke of their twined hands.

She felt his thighs tighten beneath her and he lifted his hips unconsciously, thrusting through their grip. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut and he was beginning to sweat, a fine sheen of perspiration forming on his forehead and above his top lip. It was intoxicating to watch and know that he was responding to her, taking pleasure in her. Her eyes went back to the stiff flesh in her hand and once more she became fixated on the purplish, spongy tip. He would react with more intensity when she touched it so she brought her other hand up to stroke and tease his crown. He groaned loudly and swore, his hips thrusting in erratic jerks.

She licked her lips, wondering what he would feel like against them, what he would taste like. She had listened, embarrassed the entire time, to Jessa describe the act in vivid detail, even going as far as to demonstrate on a banana from her lunch, she had been curious then and now that she actually had a man�s penis in her hand she was even more curious. She licked her lips again and bent at the waist to run her tongue over the hot, flushed tip tasting his salty essence.

�Oh gods!� His eyes snapped open to watch her wrap her lips around his head and suck, the tight wet heat of her mouth was too much and he grabbed her hair with his free hand and pulled her away. �Please�� he whimpered. She looked so disappointed that he would have laughed had his balls not been pulling up tight to his body and twitching with impending release. �I can�t�not now�.too much.� He sped up his guiding hand, tightening her hold on him further as her slippery hand moved easily over the velvety flesh. �I�m coming�� He growled, his entire body stiffening and his muscles quivering as he felt his semen bubbling up in his balls and moving through his shaft before ejecting from the tip in sharp, sticky spurts, his creamy seed landing on his lower belly and dribbling over her hand. She continued to stroke him through his release, amazed to witness his ejaculation.

�Oh my.� She whispered as he groaned and his body relaxed into the mattress. �Was that�I mean�did that feel�good?� She asked nervously, reaching for the box of tissues at her bedside and wiping up the sticky mess. She felt his laughter before she heard it, his body jerking and trembling beneath her. �Ahhh!� She squealed when he suddenly sat up and wrapped his arms around her, rolling her onto her back and settling her beneath the heavy weight of his body, his shorts still wrapped around his thighs.

�You innocent�amazing�sweet witch.� He said just before his lips came down on hers. He kissed her as if he were intent on devouring her. His lips, teeth and tongue taking full possession. She had expected him to be sleepy, that�s what Jessa and Ginny said about men after sex but he seemed to be rather charged and despite having found release at her hand he was full and firm against her thigh. He released her lips, raking his teeth over the bottom one as he rose up, sitting back on his heels and pulling her into a sitting position. �Off, now.� He growled, reaching for the hem of her cotton tank and yanking it unceremoniously over her head and tossing it aside.

The look on his face was nothing short of wild as he urged her backwards and tugged on her loose fitting bottoms and sent them sailing over the side with her top. Her eyes were wide as she half reclined there before him completely naked. The sight of all her smooth, creamy skin calmed him some because he wrapped his fingers around her ankles and very slowly slid his hands up her legs.

�Beautiful.� One word was all he could manage as his eyes followed the journey of his hands up her body. Smooth rounded thighs made him long to feel them wrapped around him. Nice, full hips were a perfect cradle for his. Her small nipped in waist was a delightful curve to follow on his way to the perfection of her breasts. He leaned over her, kneeling between her thighs as he did, uncaring that she was blushing furiously. He cupped her breasts, kneading and squeezing the firm globes gently. Her nipples peaked, hardening, the areolas drawing tight. He took them between his fingers, plucking and rolling them, stroking them with a feather light touch that had her arching her back and breathing heavily.

The rough sound he made was a cross between a moan and a growl as he slid one of his big hands around her to the center of her back and arched her further as he lowered his head and began laving her nipples with his tongue. She watched every stroke of his pink tongue over her flesh and felt her arousal grow to nearly painful proportions. The delta between her thighs was hot, wet and swollen, spasms flittering through her channel when he wrapped his lips around her and suckled.

He serviced her breasts until her nipples were practically sore and she was nothing more than a quivering mass of need and want. Finally he lifted his head, staring at nipples that were red and wet from him mouth with smug satisfaction. He laid his hand against her stomach and she jolted, whimpering and lifting her hips towards him unconsciously.

�Lucius?� His name escaped her lips on a desperate whisper as his touch feathered over her belly then along the creases where thigh met pelvis as he sat back on his heels once more. She was still propped up on her elbows, staring at him staring at her. It was embarrassing to have him looking so intently between her thighs, his head tilted to the side slightly. He laid his palms on the insides of her thighs and pushed them wider, opening her to him like the petals of a flower. A VERY dewy, pink flower and he was like a hummingbird that couldn�t resist the nectar.

She nearly screamed when he ran a single fingertip down her slit, bumping over the turgid clit and dragging along the sensitive skin before dipping into the pool of desire at her opening. His eyes lifted for a moment and caught hers, stunning her with the fierce intensity burning in their depths before his attention once more went south to her sex.

�You are nearly bare.� He croaked, tracing the perfectly defined edges of her small triangle of brown curls.

�The spa�they waxed me...all but that little bit.� She rasped as he tugged gently on the soft curls.

�I like it.� He reached out with one hand, his palm over the little patch of hair, and used his thumb and forefinger to part the plump petals of her sex. She watched, shocked to see another�s fingers on her most private parts and even more shocked that she was allowing it, craving it in fact. With his other hand he gently circled her opening with his fingertip, slowly easing the digit inside her a little at a time. She gasped and flinched slightly, lifting up further so she could watch his penetration. It was an odd feeling, when she touched herself she only rubbed her clit, she never penetrated her body. It felt foreign but decidedly good. He eased another finger in alongside the first and slowly began pumping her, sliding his fingers in and out of her with careful strokes.

�I think it�s a damn good thing I didn�t remember this.� He said hoarsely. �You are so slick�so tight and hot�.if I had remembered this I might have tried to escape and find you.�

�Oh gods�.Lucius�� She was torn between trying to move away from the unfamiliar fullness of his invasion and urging him to further his caress. His thumb joined in the play, pressing into the tight nub of her clit and stroking, increasing her pleasure a thousand fold. Every breath was punctuated by a tiny whimper as her chest heaved. Her thighs began to quiver and her belly tightened as the heat built and the pressure coiled tighter and tighter.

�I can feel you quivering around my fingers.� He said low. �Don�t fight it, let go, let go for me, my Darling.� When she did, when she closed her eyes and arched her back, a silent scream trapped in her throat as her body pulsed and quivered around his touch it was the most beautiful thing he had witnessed in his entire life. Never had another woman looked so absolutely perfect in her abandonment as Hermione. He had been with women far more beautiful, far more sophisticated and worldly but none of that could compare with the innocent and real response, the raw emotion and unbridled passion he experienced in her was beyond compare. No other witch would ever do for him, he was lost.

She fell back onto the mattress, her eyes half opened as her body shook in the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

�It doesn�t feel nearly as good when I do it.� She said innocently, watching as he withdrew his slippery fingers and rubbed her creamy essence on the tip of his revived erection.

�It won�t feel even half as good if anyone other than me is doing it.� He drawled huskily. He grabbed her hips and lifted her, sliding her onto his thighs at an angle. He grasped his tumescent length at the base and rubbed his tip between the swollen lips of her sex, settling it into the notch of entrance. �If it�s no say so now.� He rasped.

�Yes�I want this, I want you�.take me.� She whispered. He had barely inched forward when he heard it, the distinctive sound of little bare feet on hard wood floors.

�Gods damn it!� He growled, jerking away from her and scrambling for his wand. Hermione was confused as she watched him hurriedly casting spells that had them tidied up and redressed in seconds.

�Lucius? What is going on?� Her answer burst through the door before she even finished the question.

�Mum! I couldn�t find you and I want some breakfast!� He shouted as he skidded into the room. He stopped, his eyes wide when he saw Lucius sitting in the bed beside his mother. �Daddy!�

�Erm�good morning, Elias.� Lucius wasn�t sure how to react, Draco would never have come into his bedchamber. Ever. Of course he hadn�t shared a room with Narcissa so he never would have been caught with a painful, unsatisfied erection at any rate.

�You slept in Mum�s bed!� His smile took up his entire face as he leapt onto the bed and walked clumsily across the mattress before finally falling into Lucius�s abdomen. It knocked the wind out of him and definitely knocked the wood from his wand.

�Elias, be careful! You hurt your father.� Hermione said grabbing him and settling him in between them.

�Sorry.� He said sheepishly. Lucius gave him a tight smile and nod, his hand absently rubbing his stomach.

�Its fine, Elias. What brings you in here so early?� Lucius asked.

�Mum wasn�t in the kitchen and I�m hungry and couldn�t find breakfast.� He pouted. �Why did you sleep in Mum�s bed?�

�Well��

�Your father and I are�well, we are together, Elias. We are a couple�like Harry and Ginny and George and Angelina. Do you know what that means?� Hermione asked, though she was looking over his head at Lucius whose slight smile was making her feel warm and tingly.

�Yes�are you gonna miss your parade now?� He asked. Hermione and Lucius looked at each other and the laughter was unavoidable. Elias wasn�t sure what he was laughing at but he joined in with his parents anyway and the little house was filled with the sounds of a laughing family.

AN: So�good morning to you all! Updated before I head off to work =) Hope you like it. Elias meets Draco in coming chapters�.and don�t worry, Hermione and Lucius find some real alone time without disruption too�..and Jessa will come to play in a big way. =) So glad you are enjoying the story. Bye for now!

Alecto - Ive done my fair share of moving in my life, starting over in a new place, new home, new friends etc�.From Indiana to Georgia to Hawaii to Virginia to South Carolina and back to Indiana�..I looked at each one as an adventure. It�s not easy but it gets easier, if that makes sense to you. If I can help lighten the load a little then Ive certainly done my job as a writer, that�s the purpose of it all isn�t it? To take the reader out of their real life and into a fantasy. =)

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