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The New Year's Mistletoe Mishap	By : ShilohDarke Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 6841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2

Hermione Apparated home as soon as she was clear of Malfoy Manor. Her pulse was still racing and her lips were still swollen from his kiss. Flinging her purse on the table, she didn’t even pause as she moved through her bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom to turn on the water for the shower.

She was nervous and jittery as she slid out of her dress and stepped out of it, leaving it discarded on the floor. When she slid into the shower, she sighed raggedly as the warmth enveloped her. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a small moment to just enjoy the lingering memory of Malfoy’s touch.

Then, shaking her head, she reached for the soap with a purpose and squeezed some into the sponge. She would not succumb to the tingling sensation she was still feeling. No, she would scrub this away. She had to get rid of it. She was still a married woman and as much as her body wanted that man she had been forced to kiss tonight, she would not give in to the temptation to relieve her desires by masturbation.

She scrubbed at her skin ruthlessly, trying to rid herself of the sensitivity she felt. It did no good. As she moved the sponge over her skin, her senses reeled and her woman’s core throbbed all the more. With a frustrated sigh, she leaned back against the wall and finally let her body have what it so clearly needed.

As she tried to appease the desire which was engulfing her, she found when she reached completion; it was not the name of her husband on her lips, but that of a blond haired demon with metallic grey eyes which slid past her lips. Sliding down on her knees, she sat there, staring in shocked silence at nothing in particular as she considered what such thoughts meant. If it did in fact mean anything.

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Lucius paced his room like a caged lion. To be completely honest, he looked the part. His hair was loose and wild. His shirt was open, revealing a smooth, hard, toned chest. He couldn’t stop thinking about the witch he’d held in his arms earlier that night.

The party was over. The guests had all taken leave. He had retired to his rooms, thinking to wash the scent of her from himself and forget all about what had transpired. He learned fairly quickly that was not to be the case. The morning sun was beginning to peak over the horizon and he had yet to take his rest.

It wasn’t that he had not tried. He had tried relentlessly. Oh, had he tried! He’d stripped naked. He’d begrudgingly gotten into an ice cold shower. He had wanked on the damn thing half the farthing night, hoping it would finally leave him in peace. But it had all been to no avail. The snake between his legs truly had a mind of its own and it was not satisfied by any substitute Lucius had tried to give it.

No. it wanted the witch who had kissed his lips. Lucius groaned and moved to his desk and looked with disdain at the letter he had spent half the night trying to pen. The beginning of it had started fairly well, he thought. It was just a letter, after all. How difficult could writing a simple letter be?

Dearest Mrs Weasley,

But that was insensitive to her newly separated state.

Ms. Granger-Weasley,

That was like slapping her in the face with the failure of her marriage. Lucius glared at the paper for several minutes before simply deciding to be brutally honest.

My Dear Hermione,

I do not wish to insult your intelligence by false bravado or promises of something I know not whether I can give or if you would even be interested in accepting. So instead, I am simply going to put the truth of it out there. It is entirely up to you to decide if you are interested in what it is I offer or not.

I want you; desperately. I have been tormented all night with the memory of your touch and your kiss. I do not presume to know if you have felt even a third of the frustration this night has brought me after our small amount of time together. I do not know if you hope to rectify things with your estranged husband or not. I only know I have not felt desire such as this since I was a young man.

I must beg your aid, for I am on unfamiliar ground. If we were both single, I would begin pursuing you as a potential mate. Do not misunderstand me. I have no qualms in beginning a relationship with you right now, even in your circumstances. But, as you are still legally married, I must respectfully leave the decision up to you. Please remember, my dear, you are the jilted party. No one could blame you for taking a lover after what your husband has put you through.

If you are not interested in what I offer, then, please simply do not respond to my missive. However, if, like me, you have had a night filled with torment over things left undone . . . Please know I await you with most ardent desires.

Attached is the charm which will make it possible for you to Floo here directly. No one need ever know of our time together if that is what you wish. I must be honest. The level of desire I feel toward you makes me want to send a howler to the ministry itself, as well as a personal letter to Rita Skeeter. But I will submit to your wishes. I promise you, no matter your decision; I can and shall be the epitome of discretion.

Yours, Lucius

P.S. Ronald was a fool to let you go. I hope I am not presuming too much in saying, if you were mine, I would treasure you more than anything. Let me prove to you how much more you are worth, as well as how much more you deserve.

He signed the letter and sat for several seconds just staring at it. He knew the chances of hearing from Ms. Granger were slim. But he also knew on a deeper level there was a small chance he had not been the only one unable to sleep after that kiss. He sincerely hoped he had not been the only one suffering after that kiss. It had turned his entire world upside down. She had to have at least felt something.

After a moment more of wondering what in the world had come over him, Lucius summoned his owl, Artemis, and tied the missive to her leg. “Do not leave until she either pens an answer or activates the Floo!” He stroked the owl’s chest for a moment “Thank you for your service.”

The owl gave a soft hoot in response, before taking flight out the window, leaving Lucius alone with his thoughts and doubts.

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Hermione sat in her bay window, looking out at the early morning sun, just peaking above the horizon. It was a beautiful sunrise and ordinarily she would find some enjoyment in it. However, given the fact her body was still needy from the night before, it had been a lonely, sleepless night.

She started to rise from the window seat but saw a rather large owl headed straight for her. It landed on her windowsill and looked at her expectantly. Hermione simply sat gawking at the beautiful bird for a moment before gathering her senses. “Oh, forgive me!” she spoke to the bird as she turned to get it a treat.

Offering her some jerky, she then retrieved the letter with somewhat shaky fingers. She saw the seal the moment she had the letter resting in her palm. Oh, Merlin.” She muttered softly. “What does he want?”

The owl offered a soft hoot in answer and ruffled her feathers, as if urging Hermione to hurry up. She looked from the owl, to the note then back again. “Of course, he wants a response.” She smiled at the bird even as she rolled her eyes.

Was it not enough that she had been tormented by the memory of his touch all night, now he was seeking to rub some salt in the wound. “He probably wants me to take a Wizarding Oath to be sure I’ll never tell anyone he’s kissed me.” She mumbled to the bird as she opened the message.

As she read the letter, her hands began to shake. It was a good thing the window seat was so close. She sank down on it and sat there reading and rereading his words. Artemis watched on with interest as the pretty witch began to cry. She knew whatever the master had written to the lady was important. He’d torn up enough paper before he’d finally written a letter he approved of that she had begun to doubt he’d have need of her this morning.

Hermione sat for some time, battling with herself. She was not the sort of woman to cheat. She had taken her marriage vows seriously. For better or worse; In sickness and Health; For richer or poorer, til death they did part. Angry tears welled in her eyes and she crumpled the letter in her fist.

Making up her mind, she moved to the chest that sat behind her couch. They had put all of their keepsakes from their wedding in it. One such keepsake was a white ribbon that was supposed to mark their love and fidelity. As long as he ribbon stayed white, they were both being true to their love. Molly had given her the ribbon and told her, “If the ribbon turns red, it will mean you have cheated on Ron. But if the ribbon turns blue; well, that means he’s cheated on you.”

She had wondered at the time why Molly would give her such a gift. The older witch had told her, “I love you, Hermione, like you were my own daughter. I do believe that Ron loves you too.” Then she shook her head. “But I’m not sure he’s ready for what being married means.” She offered Hermione an encouraging smile. “I just don’t want you ever taken unawares.”

When her hand closed around the ribbon, she closed her eyes. Slowly, she brought the ribbon up and held it before her. Silently, she wished she wouldn’t see what she knew she would. As her eyes opened, the entire ribbon was no longer white, but a deep dark color of blue. Choking down the sob that stuck in her throat, she dropped the fabric on the floor.

Anger made her shake. Her entire marriage was over. “He didn’t mind throwing vows away,” With a purpose, she walked over to her desk and penned a quick note to Kingsley, asking his recommendation on a good divorce lawyer. She clipped a piece of the ribbon off and added it to the note. She had no doubt Kingsley would know what it was.

Moving back to where the owl still sat, she asked softly. “Since I am going to respond personally to Lucius, would you mind terribly taking this note to Shacklebolt for me?” the beautiful owl hooted again and held out her foot for the missive.

Hermione watched as the bird took a last piece of meat from her, hooted once more, and turned, flying in the direction of the ministry. When Artemis was no longer in sight, she stood and walked toward the fireplace. Standing before the Floo, she considered what she was about to do. “He didn’t think twice, ‘Mione.” Her voice mimicked Ron’s when he use his simpering whine to sway her to his will.

Shaking her head, she looked again at the note and whispered the charm that would open her Floo to Malfoy’s. A bright flash came from the fireplace only to be gone a second later. Taking a deep breath, Hermione released it with a squaring of her shoulders. “I’m a beautiful woman. I deserve to be happy as much as anyone else.”

Before she could lose her nerve she grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stepped into the Fireplace. With a determined expression she tossed the powder as she spoke, “Malfoy Manor!”

Lucius had been pacing the floor in front of the fireplace, feeling like an idiot for being so forward with the witch. For all her Griffindor bravery, she was just a young thing. He had probably scared the wits out of her. He wasn’t used to having to work at getting things he wanted. But he was sure she was not going to simply come throw herself at his feet. She would have to be wooed. She deserved to be wooed.

No sooner had the thought come, than he heard his Floo activating. Turning to look at the fireplace, he watched as the witch who had turned his entire life upside down with a simple kiss stepped out and stood there before him with a blue ribbon held in her hand.

He looked her over, moving slowly to stand beside her as she held the ribbon out to him. “He’s been cheating on me. I’ve sent word to Kingsley to refer me to a good divorce lawyer.” She swallowed hard after she spoke, trying to blink the tears from her eyes.

Lucius took the ribbon and tossed it back into the fireplace. Suddenly, as if in answer to a silent command; the fire roared to life in the hearth, destroying the accursed fabric. Pulling her into his arms, he held her as the tears came. “There, there.” He crooned. “Everything’s going to be alright, I promise you. The day will come when you will look back on this day as a blessing.”

Hermione closed her eyes, just savoring his embrace. Why did she feel so safe in his arms? He had once been her enemy. There had been a time when he hated her simply for her impure blood. Now, here she was, taking comfort from him. If anyone had told her he would be the one to hold her as she cried, she would have believed them daft.

But here she was; wrapped in his arms and being calmed by his voice. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. Immediately, the very scent of him made her lightheaded. His very flavor of him was delectable and she was glad he wasn’t seeing her face. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks.

Lucius fought an internal battle with himself. He wanted more than anything to lift her up into his arms and take the remaining steps to his bed, strip her of her meddlesome clothing and learn every inch of her body. He would worship it, teaching her just how the feminine form should be appreciated. He had always been an avid admirer of the goddess form.

Although she was not a large woman, Hermione’s curves were not tiny either. Her curves were filled out. Her hips had broadened as a woman who had children should. Her belly, he had been able to tell from the dress she had worn the other night, had a slight curve to it. It was no longer flat.

Lucius wondered if it was those things that had persuaded Ron Weasley to leave her. He scoffed at the idea. Only a fool would leave a woman made so glorious by the tender curves that came with carrying a child. She was still healthy. She took care of herself; it was obvious. She was still firm and perfect in so many ways he had a hard time believing Weasley would have lost interest because of the added curves.

She was such a smart woman, Lucius felt equally stimulated by her sharp wit. She could hold an intelligent conversation about any variety of subjects. He let himself smile a little at that thought. It was very likely Ronald Weasley could not keep up with her superior intellect.

He wanted to be her lover. He wanted to be her mate. But right now, he knew what she probably needed the most was his strength. He would be that for her. If what she needed was to have him to lean on, he’d gladly be what she needed. He could be patient. In his life, if he’d learned nothing else, he knew how to exercise patience.

Pulling back, he made Hermione look him in the eye. Brushing a stray lock of hair away from her cheek, he whispered. “What do you want of me, my darling? Do you want me to stand by you and listen to your pain over the loss of your husband’s faitfulness?” he smiled sadly. “If that is what you need, then I shall accept that. But you must tell me what you desire from me. I’m no good at guessing games.”

Biting her lip, Hermione met his gaze boldly before shaking her head. Stepping away from him, she pulled the sash at her waist loose, letting her dressing gown fall open. Lucius stared hungrily at her naked beauty now bared before him.

When he dragged his eyes back to meet hers, she bit her bottom lip, causing his shaft to swell painfully. If that had not been his undoing, her next words were. “I want you, Lucius. I want you to make me forget I ever felt anything aside from friendship for Ron.”

His eyes darkened with passion at her words and she found herself swept away as he pulled her into his embrace and rushed his lips to hers. She wanted to forget? He’d make her forget ever belonging to any man save him. . . Gladly.
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