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A Simple Proposal	By : Tri Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 26266 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Hermione kicked off her shoes, letting her Mary Jane shoes fall with a clunk on the wood floor. Her feet throbbed as the floor did little to cushion her overworked feet. Shuffling towards the sofa, she fell into the overstuffed plush, her head instantly turning into the cushion to rest. Her break was quickly ended by the alarming sound of a door being slammed shut. Jumping up in her seat, Hermione face turn sour at the intruder.

Ginny, who was cringing sheepishly, was covered in head and toe in mud and dirt. Her dark green uniform could barely been seen through the mucky brown. “Sorry, Hermione, I didn’t think you would be up this late.”

Hermione looked toward the grandfather clock standing in the living room, the shorter hand pointed to twelve, a new day for misery. “It has been a long day,” Hermione looked back at her friend. “I just got in.”

The redhead blinked, removing her dirty uniform from her shoulders. “Were you working on a big project?” The only time Hermione came home late was when she was engrossed into a project that many times, her employees had to drag her back home for health reasons.

She shook her head is dismay. “I had to clean up some Malfoy shit.”

Ginny was surprised; Hermione was never one to curse unless the situation called for it. “Let me get cleaned up and we can talk.”

The redhead disappeared around the corner, leaving behind a trail of muddy footsteps. The witch could barely lift her wand to vanish them away, her brain felt like it had been melted. She closed her eyes, letting her body sink into the cushions.

When she awoke from her quick nap, Ginny had cleaned up and put on pajamas. Ginny’s hair was still wet from the shower, pulled back with a hair tie. She greeted Hermione with a fresh cup of hot cocoa, filled to the brim with marshmallows. Hermione smiled softly, sipping on the all too sugary mixture. Her parents would have recoiled, seeing her drink this sugary concoction but, she needed this more than ever.

“So, what happened?” Ginny tucked her legs under her, sipping on her own cup.

Hermione let out a breath of air, the chocolate made her feel less angry. The muggle-born filled in Ginny about the clashing of Hermione’s department and Draco Malfoy’s, and this new project that would damage her goals. As she told her friend how she struggled to recover and talk to many department Heads for help, Ginny simply nodded and let her continue. None would give her seeing as she was still a Junior Head though Hermione thought it was because most Department Heads older then her and came from a more prejudiced generation. Hermione must have gone on a rant soon after because when her voice turn hoarse, it was close to one in the morning.

“Wow…” was the first thing Ginny said. “I know that is upsetting for you and Malfoy is clearly being an ass. Well, his department is.”

“Same thing.” Hermione mumbled, sipping on her third cup of hot cocoa.

Ginny didn’t look like she was going to believe her on that. “I can ask Harry and Ron for help. We will lend you some of the money you need to get you project off the ground.”

“No, no, I am fine.” Hermione didn’t want to bug her two best friends and her fiancé for money. If she needed to raise money, she wanted to know she did it by herself without begging for help. “I have enough trouble with people offering their help.”

“Who else?” The redhead set her cup on the coffee table.

“Lucius Malfoy.” Hermione spat out his name like battery acid.

“Lucius Malfoy?” Ginny exclaimed in surprise. “He is not the type to give money to muggle-borns so willingly, no offense. Why would he offer you money?”

Hermione felt the room grew hot. Even though, she and Ginny had been roommates in their apartment for over four years, talking about this problem felt uncomfortable. It was like talking to her sister. When she and Ron were to finally have sex, Hermione struggled with her words, wanting to ask advice from the more experience young redhead. It hurt matters that Hermione was talking about having sex with Ginny’s brother. Hermione had to tip-toe around the subject of sex advice for over an hour before, after taking a few shots of Firewhiskey, she began blurting out her need from Ginny, and Ginny in turn simply responded with tips and tricks with ease.

“Well, you see, he uh…” Hermione was once again, tip-toeing. She fought to find the right words, how to telling her dearest friend that the father of their enemy in school prostitution her to save her department.

“Hermione? Did he threaten you?”

Hermione shook her head, “N-no. He…he said he would help me if I…um…” Biting her lip, Hermione clenched her eyes shut, hoping that not looking at Ginny, that she would feel more relaxed. “G-gave him my body.”

Silence fell over the room, passing for several minutes before Hermione couldn’t stand it anymore and opened her eyes. Ginny, sat there, mouth agape and cheeks a little red. “He…he said he would give you money and save your department if you….if you fuck him?”

Hermione cringed, “Don’t make it sound worst then it is, Ginny. Yes…he said that if I gave him my body, he would assist me.”

“And you said no?”

“Of course I said no!” Hermione couldn’t believe that Ginny acted like she picked the wrong up the wrong ice cream. “He is a former Death Eater, a crook, a bigoted Slytherin, and…and I am engaged to Ron!”

Her broad shoulders, worked up due to playing Quidditch, shrugged, brushing it off like it was no big that a Death Eater tempted her friend to cheat on her brother. “I would have said yes.”

“Ginny!” Hermione screeched

“I had that option, I would shag Lucius.” Ginny smiled to herself, her cheeks reddening. “Death Eater or not, Lucius Malfoy is hot. That hair, oh, you can just picture yourself grabbing those silver strands while he plows you into the bed. For a wizard his age, he is yummy. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe being a former Death Eater makes him even hotter. He does have that bad boy vibe to him and he likes power. Maybe, he wants to have someone to load power over-”

Hermione stood up, feeling sick to her stomach. “Ginny,” she said slowly, focusing her attention on the area above her head, “You are to be married in a month and you are thinking of shagging someone else?!”

“I do love Harry, Hermione; I want to spend my whole life with him. But, a girl can have fantasies can’t she?”

“But, not Lucius fucking Malfoy!”

“Oi! I know you had a crush on Snape in school.”

“That was different,” Hermione glared daggers into her roommate’s skull. “This is different. A crush is one thing but you aren’t being targeted by the perverted glances of an evil Death Eater. I am faithful to one man only; Ron. I would never even entertain the idea of a naked Lucius.”

“Are you sure?”

Hermione had enough; she turned and stormed off to her bedroom. She slammed the door like a disobedient child in a tantrum, relishing in the sharp cruse of shock from Ginny through the door. There was no way to get through to that redhead; stubbornness might run in the family more then she thought.

All Hermione wanted to do was to scrub off today’s stress and push Lucius trying to fuck her into the recess of her mind. The muggle-born filled the tub, letting the magical taps filled the bath with hot water and lavender scented bubbles. She disrobed, letting her clothes on the ground where they fell. She let out a satisfied groan of pleasure as her body sank into the bubbly bath, the heavenly scent of lavender invading her senses.

Hermione relaxed against the cool bathtub, letting the heated water soothe her aches and pains. After all she had been through; she needed some peace and quiet. No matter what Ginny suggested, she would never, ever, have an affair behind Ron’s back.

She sighed, letting her head submerge into the water. Hermione loved Ron; she really did, even though their engagement had hit some rocky points, mostly about the date of the actual wedding. A month after Harry had popped the question; Ron made a big show abut proposing to Hermione in front of his family, with everyone staring. Hermione wanted a long engagement, a few years until they were grown, more mature and more financially stable, enough to have a family, but Ron was getting pushy about moving their wedding date closer to Harry and Ginny’s. It was as if he wanted to join the happy bandwagon of marriage before even reading the rules.

Ginny and Harry had it easy, Molly was planning their wedding since they started to date. It would be a big event, with the Boy-Who-Lived marrying his sweetheart, and carrying on the legendary Potter name. Harry had to accept that there would be press at his wedding. While Hermione wanted to avoid that fiasco, she requested to Ron if they could have a simple wedding, more private and intimate with her closest friends. And what did he do? Ron wanted to be a public wedding with invitations to well-known witches and wizards and the press all around.

Hermione grumbled, resurfacing from the water. As much as Hermione fought with Ron, she still loved him. It was destined for her to be with Ron, wasn’t it? That is what everyone said; that Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, Harry Potter’s best friends would wind up together.

“Like prophesies ever came true,” Hermione grunted out

She could picture it in her head. Her small wedding crashed by the press, the Minister, his second in charge, Ministry workers, each Department Head, the Wizengamot, Lucius.

Hermione grunted, scrubbing her hair with shampoo. No matter what she did, her mind always wandered back to that moment when Lucius stared at her like he was hungry. Now, that she knew his reason that he wanted to fuck her until she screamed his name, bowing to his power. Hermione felt a hot shudder go through her.

Hermione splash the now lukewarm water in her face, desperate to get rid of those images. Have sex with Lucius? Ha! Hermione rather go skinny dipping with Fenrir Greyback! Ginny was stupid for thinking that Lucius was even shag worthy. Hermione would never enter Malfoy’s bed unless she was drugged, drunk, or cursed by the Imperius curse. Even though she was right, despite his flaws (many of them), that man had a certain appeal. It was less about his looks but, Hermione could see that Lucius was intelligent and powerful. He commanded the respect she lack.

Ever since the War ended, every time Hermione’s eyes locked with his, she felt drawn to him, as if witnessing a walking and breathing masterpiece and looking away would be a crime. Gray eyes always sparkled with pride and power but, behind them, Hermione wanted what else he could express. Anger? Joy? Sadness? Lust?

Hermione couldn’t recall a time when a man stared at her with that level of lust that emitted through those silver eyes. It was if Lucius was a man, starved from eating the fruit that dangled above him, working so hard to sink his teeth into the soft fruit. Ron never looked at her like that. He always treated her so gently, like a doll.

Hermione wonder on how would it feel like to have wild, passionate, animalist sex with someone. Sex that would her have her feeling like if every time they touched, the world was only there to exist from them and the world was over when they pulled away. She enjoyed making love to Ron but, it wasn’t toe-curling or eve earth shattering as some of Ginny’s books had lead her to believe.

Finishing up her bath, Hermione changed into a pair of pajamas and headed to bed. There was no noise coming from Ginny’s room, which would mean either she, went to bed or went into Harry’s bed for a nightcap. The muggle-born snuggled her head into the pillow, letting the day’s exhaustion to overcome her, her mind still on the silver eyed man.

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When she awoke, she felt someone was behind her on the bed. A hand caressed her leg, kneading their fingers into worn muscles that left her groaning in bliss. Smooth lips sucked at her throat like a lollipop. Hermione moved backwards on the bed, her back meeting their chest. The hand moved further, towards her stomach. Long fingers teased the hem of her shirt, sending her flesh on fire. At last, the hand slinked under her shirt, a large hand stroking her stomach like they were admiring a china vase.

The lips grew bolder in their endeavor, letting teeth sink into her neck. Hermione gasped in pain, trying to pull away but the hand kept her there. Her whimpers were stilled as a tongue swirled around the vicious bite marks, soothing her whimpers into pants of pleasure. The hand journeyed upward until, at last, cupping itself around her breast. The witch cried out as the fingers alternating between pulling at her nipple or massaging her tender breast, sending out jolts of pain and pleasure.

Hermione whimpered, “Please….more…”

The hand pulled away from her breasts, leaving her panting and feeling cold at the lost. The hand returned, cupping her head and twisting it around. Lips clashed with hers, forcing her to part them to let the tongue to squirm its way inside. Hermione clung to the hand that stilled gripped her cheek, hoping to move it to where she wanted it, but the hand refused to budge.

Soon, the kiss became too much to bear any longer. Hermione pulled back, her labored breathing filled the room, she gazed up at the person above her.

Intense eyes stared back at her, smirking at no doubt her flushed face. “Hermione…”

Hermione stroke the cool face, her thumb tracing the high cheek bones. “Lucius…”

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Hermione’s eyes snapped open, meeting only daylight coming through her curtains. She whipped her head around wildly, looking for any trace of Lucius. Her room was empty, save Crookshanks who slept soundly in his bed. The witch sat up, her body still reeling from the all too real dream. It was just a dream, a stupid dream caused by stress and yesterday’s events.

Yet, her body enjoyed every second it. The way his hand caressed her body like a prized artifact, only to brutishly force her in position that both frighten her and sparked arousal. Her body hummed at joy her own brain created, as if Lucius was really there. Her body throbbed, pulsating from pleasure, with need for more of the phantom Lucius. Try as she might, she knew that that was how Lucius would act with her. And her body was happily to try it for real.

“Oh, Merlin…what is going on with me?”

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Author’s Note: Ginny is up to something, I can tell you that. And there is no solid happiness between Hermione and Ron. *smiles* Please rate and review!
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