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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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When I arrived back home, I tucked the unconscious girl into my bed and partook in a rather large glass of Firewhiskey. I was sitting there swirling the contents of my glass and staring at her sleeping form when Severus burst into the room, his pockets jingling with several potion bottles.

“How is she?” he asked.

“Alive,” I answered.

He rushed over to the bed, uncorking a vial. “Did you even do any diagnostic spells?”

I scowled. “All she needs is rest.”

“The Dark Lord was close to killing her tonight, Lucius! She needs more than rest.” He pulled out his wand and waved it over her body, noting the colors that different body parts lit up as.

“Why are you here?” I snapped.

Severus stopped his work and stared at me like I was crazy. “I’m making sure all your hard work wasn’t for nothing. I’m trying to save her mind. Maybe even her life!” He poured a potion in her mouth and massaged her throat so she would swallow it.

“You seem to think that I am incapable of taking care of her.” My voice was low, dangerous.

He administered another potion. “I’m just trying to help, Lucius.”

“And were you trying to help when you went behind my back to our Lord and asked to take over her training?”

“Merlin, Lucius! If you want me to leave and let her die, then just say so!”

“I want to know why you seem to have such an interest in her!” I stood up and pushed my way in between him and the girl on the bed.

He backed up a bit and glared at me. “It’s purely selfish, I assure you,” he spat coldly.

“So you do want to fuck her! Too bad! She’s mine and no one touches her but me!”

“She won’t be yours forever, Lucius. She belongs to the Dark Lord and you will have to give her over eventually,” he said quietly.

“GET OUT!”

Calmly, Severus took out a couple of more vials and lined them on the nightstand. “If you weren’t drunk, I’d hex you into next week, but as your friend, I’ll forget what happened here tonight. Make sure she takes these when she wakes up. Contact me if she needs anything else.”

“I SAID GET OUT!”

He walked out of the room and quietly shut the door. I stood fuming in the center of my room, fighting the urge to break his potions against the wall. A movement from the bed caught my eye. Two wide eyes stared over at me. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to relax myself.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Achy.” Her voice was raspy.

“That is to be expected. You should try to sleep more.” She nodded and broke eye contact, pulling the covers up more but not closing her eyes. Instead of sleeping, she stared blankly at the wall.

I sighed. After I changed into my favorite black silk pajamas, I slid into bed behind her. I felt her stiffen then start to shake with silent tears. I reached out to roll her over so I could see her face, but as soon as I touched her, she launched herself into my chest and sobbed against me.

“I k-killed them!” she blubbered into my pajama shirt. “Ron is going to h-hate m-me and n-never talk to m-me again!”

“Well, the good news there is that you’ll most likely never see young Mr. Weasley again and won’t have to deal with that,” I commented dryly. This only caused her to cry harder. Cursing myself for not keeping my big mouth shut, I grabbed her shoulders and forced her to sit up and face me. “Now stop that. Stop it!” I gave her a little shake. Surprised, she quieted down and looked up at me through red-rimmed eyes. “I will not have you wallow in this grief, especially if I have to deal with it. You did nothing to cause their deaths. And there was nothing you could have done to save them. If I sense you going down this dark ‘woe-is-me’ path, I will really give you something to cry about. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” I pushed the covers off of me and peeled off my soaked shirt, throwing it on the floor. When I looked over, I saw that she was about to take off her robe. “What are you doing?”

“I thought you…”

“You thought I… what? That I was going to use this opportunity to get an easy fuck out of you?” For some reason, I was really angry.

“But you…”

“Yes, I took my shirt off. It was wet from your tears and uncomfortable.”

“Oh.” She looked uneasy and straightened out her robe. Then, she seemed to gather courage from somewhere and looked straight into my eyes. “Could we?”

I was stunned silent for a few moments. “Are you asking me to fuck you?” My voice kind of got high at the end of the question. I want to say it was because of the excitement of her asking me, but it was from the fear of what that night had done to her for her to actually ask to be taken advantage of.

She broke eye contact and looked down at her hands. “I just feel so bad. So guilty. So horrible. And when you… touch me… you make me feel good. I forget about everything except the pleasure you give me. I need that now.” She shifted, leaning her body against mine. “Please?”

Who was I to deny such pretty little begging? I rolled over and captured her mouth with mine, delighting in the little moan of pleasure she gave as my body covered hers. When my tongue met hers, she arched up against me. I chased her tongue back into her mouth and explored the warm, wet cavern there. Her hands came up to caress my chest.

I leaned back briefly to pull her robes off over her head and tug off my pajama bottoms. We groaned in unison as our naked skin met from head to foot. I reoccupied my mouth with hers and let my hands rove about her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples. Her breath came in little hitches into my mouth as she emitted little squeaks. My hand wandered to in between her thighs, where I found evidence of her arousal in the form of a sweet wetness that drove me insane.

As I encircled the little bundle of nerves that caused her to buck against me, I felt her legs close around me and her feet hook behind my hips. I pulled away and watched her face as I stroked her. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were red. A soft sheen of sweat coated her face and chest. She twisted back and forth, gyrating her hips trying to get more friction.

“More,” she breathed. “I need more.”

“What do you need?”

She opened her eyes and stared brazenly into mine. “You. Inside me. Now.”

I had never seen her like this. The evening had affected her more than I feared if she acted so. But I was intrigued. I wondered how far I could push her down this path of sexual openness. And so I flipped over, dragging her with me. When I settled into the mattress, she was sitting straddling my hips. I folded my hands behind my head and waited.

She looked down at me with curiosity and frustration. “Why did you do that? You should be pounding into me!”

“Use me. Make yourself feel better.” She stared blankly at me. “I’m not in the mood to do any work tonight.”

Her face burned with the knowledge of my meaning. “You mean… me on top? I can’t! It’s too exposing. Too much like a performance.”

“Up to you. I probably should be getting to sleep anyway. It’s very late…”

“No!” she practically shouted. Her hand reached down and grabbed my engorged cock. I hissed in pleasure. “It seems that you are too interested to just roll over and sleep.” I continued to lie there impassively. “Fine!”

Still holding on to my cock, she shifted and guided herself down on top of it. Slowly, she eased herself down until I was fully sheathed in her. She paused and then moved experimentally, pulling out a long sigh from both of us. She grinded against my pelvis and then lifted slightly, letting gravity pull her back down quickly. Each time, she lifted herself a bit higher and came down a little more forcefully, grinding herself against me before pulling up again. Soon, she had a rhythm going.

Her whimpers of pleasure increased my own arousal. After a bit, I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing onto her hips and meeting her movements with my own thrusts. She leaned forward and her hair created a barrier between us and the rest of the world. I pushed hair out of her eyes so I could watch the pleasure flash across them. She grabbed my hand and held it against her face, then guided it to her breasts. I lightly grazed my touch across them. Her eyes squeezed shut and I knew she was close.

“Come for me,” I ordered.

She opened her eyes with a moan and retorted, “Come with me, Lucius.”

“Yesssssssss,” I hissed. I felt her start to clamp around me which put me over the edge. Our simultaneous climax was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. Her walls milked me dry, yet I felt like the pleasure would never end. She was screaming above me and I felt a shout wrenched from me.

She collapsed beside me, sweaty and exhausted. I lied there, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling and basking in the afterglow. Her face suddenly obstructed my view of my ceiling. She had pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and looked worried. “Can I help you?” I asked irritably.

“Do you know what you shouted when you…?” Her question trailed off.

“I’m sure it was some nonsense that wasn’t even words.”

Her forehead creased. “You said my name. My proper name. You called me Hermione.”

Shit.
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