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Amazing Grace	By : Kooldragon400 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 41309 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hermione was in a conundrum. It had been a week since Harry and his rescued entourage had returned. Sirius wanted to go to Grimmauld Place and check on Viatoris’ progress in emptying the old house of its pests. Hermione was very unsure of their Dementor guest, but Harry kept saying he was rather like a much taller version of Professor Snape – which seemed to set Lucius off royally.

Sirius had taken Harry and Tom back to the flat Hermione had shared with Harry, and Hermione stayed at the Malfoy's. For moral support, of course...Grace was still sick, after all...But the three seemed to find themselves back over at the Manor nearly every day to see Hermione and bother the hell out of Lucius.

Little Tom was a quiet sort of fellow, mostly watching the adults. He really only spoke when spoken to, and it was polite, short answers. The only time since the Mark incident she’d seen him truly open up, was when he thought he was alone with Sirius.

Sirius seemed to have matured. Oh, make no mistake in thinking he had become an adult overnight. No, he was still an immature brat, but he had moments of wisdom that almost seemed to make up for it. Almost. Most of the time. Well….he tried, and that was all that mattered, wasn’t it?

Grace was improving, but it was at a snail’s pace. Her fever had broken after five days of sweaty, restless nights, but she was extremely weak. Her magic was also still on the fizzle, and any sneeze, cough, or unexpected movement from Grace could result in anything from a simple color change of the coffee table, to turning Sirius’ sleek black hair into knee-length dreadlocks. Sirius seemed to think it was hilarious, and kept the look for several hours before it faded back to normal.

Sirius was trying to convince Harry to go back with him to help completely gut the old Black family home, and Harry in turn was trying to convince Hermione to sell her flat and move with them. Grimmauld Place was so much bigger than the flat they shared, and even a complete renovation of the place wouldn’t make a dent in either Harry or Sirius’ money, especially since the Ministry had been politely coerced into back paying Sirius all of the money he had lost when he was in Azkaban, plus a compensation fee for wrongful imprisonment. Kingsley had signed the cheque personally, and with a smile on his face the whole time.

Hermione didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to leave this place. Lucius had taken a big step of faith when he spoke to her about his past. She had listened calmly, and had soothed him as he had become upset. And she was rewarded in the next few days by a noticeable increase in the times he touched her. Oh, it was nothing too intimate, but she did find him brushing his hand against hers more often, or pressing close to her to retrieve a library book that was conveniently over her head.

They hadn’t kissed since their interrupted date, and she found herself longing for his lips on hers. She almost felt ashamed of herself, but when he had kissed her she felt…wanted.

Perhaps she was just depraved? That she wanted the kisses of a man who had- She stopped her thoughts immediately. They had all done things they were not proud of during the war. She had listened to his explanation of the reason he joined Voldemort, and if she had to be brutally honest with herself, she would have probably fallen into the same trap had she been in that position. By the time he had realized what a loon he was bound to, it was too late to do anything other than try to save himself and his family.

She sighed. Things were always so complicated…

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“You did what?” Hermione asked, her voice low with disbelief.

“We sold the old flat and bought a new, bigger one. We only got a six month lease on it, because by that time Grimmauld will be ready. Viatoris finally got out all the doxies and stuff. But Merlin I didn’t know Dementors could have gas and when you give that thing poisonous creatures it surely does release poison in return!” Harry said, making a face as he remembered the god-awful smell that had permeated Grimmauld place.

“Harry…I didn’t want to move to Grimmauld! You did all of this without even asking me!” she replied. Harry looked slightly at a loss.

“I…I didn’t think you would mind…” he said softly.

“We lived there for five years. We conquered your disability and gave you hope for a life in that flat. And you just…threw it away.” Hermione finished, blinking rapidly as her eyes burned.

“I didn’t know it meant that much to you, Mione.” Harry whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Hermione’s hands came up to her face and she pressed her palms against her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter now. I suppose all of my things are already at the new place?” she asked. She heard Harry give a noise of assent. “I need to be alone for a moment, Harry.”

Harry moved forward and started to touch Hermione’s arm, but she sensed his nearness and turned away from him.

“Okay, Mione.” He replied, turning and walking from the room.

She sat in her room by herself for a little while, before she stood with a dejected sigh and walked towards the library. She found herself as the second occupant of the room, the first being young Tom. He was sitting on the soft sofa in the reading area, one of Draco’s old books in his lap. ‘Potion Theories for the Young Mind’ was open in front of him. Draco had put the book to good use before his Hogwarts time. Having a Potions Master for a godfather had come in handy.

“An ambitious read. Don’t you already know this stuff?” Hermione asked. Tom lowered his book and blinked a few times.

“My other self may have known it, but I don’t have the same education he did. Our memories branch off from when we separated. I became a different person than him.” Tom said, lowering the book to his lap. “You look sad. What’s the matter?” he asked.

Hermione sat on one of the chairs and pulled her feet up; placing her elbows on her knees and propping her face up dejectedly.

“So many problems, so little time.” She sighed.

“Well, pick one and we can go from there.” Tom said. Hermione glanced over at him. So now she was going to get life advice from the six-year-old emotional counterpart to the Dark Lord? Sure….why not?

“I like someone. A lot. But he hasn’t made any moves for me. And I don’t want to frighten him off by jumping to quickly. Then my best friend sold the flat that we shared for years without so much as consulting me. I’m frustrated, feeling lonely, and really want to hex someone.” Hermione finished with a growl.

“You’re talking about Harry selling that flat? Miss Hermione, if I may be so bold: Harry was very excited to do something for you. He said that after everything you’d done for him over the years, he was going to finally be able to repay you. He planned on taking the library at Grimmauld Place and updating it and giving it to you for a house-warming present.” Tom said. Hermione’s head shot up.

“Are you serious?” she asked in disbelief. He grinned mischievously.

“No! I’m Tom!” he giggled. Hermione just stared at him. Damn….she’d walked right into that one…

“Now, as to the person you like. I’m going to share a bit of advice I learned the hard way at the orphanage. If you don’t take that new blanket, then someone will. Then they’ll be warm and you’ll be cold.” Tom said simply. Hermione stared at him, and he met her gaze for a few moments before flushing and looking down.

“Holy crap you’re right…” Hermione muttered. Tom offered up a small smile. “Thanks!” she said, before scrambling off the chair and darting out of the room. Tom looked pleased with himself.

“I should charge for my advice. It’s really that good.” He chuckled, focusing on his book. “I wonder what the French for ‘flight from ignorance’ would be?”

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Lucius was in his office, checking over a business proposal that one of his business contacts had proposed. People seemed to think he bled galleons or something, and were always writing him for money. Apparently he was the Malfoy branch of Gringotts.

Ingrates.

He was interrupted by fervent knocking on the door.

“Come in.” he called, before balling up the proposal and putting it where it belonged – in the trash.

Hermione entered the room, jittery with nervous energy. Lucius looked up at graced her with a small smile.

“Hermione.” He said softly. She hurried to him, fairly throwing herself into his lap and pressing her lips to his, cutting off a surprised grunt. Her knees shifted to either side of him, straddling his lap as she wrapped her arms around him, desperately seeking proximity.

Lucius was lost. It was almost as if she’d sucked the oxygen right out of him. His brain caught up a few moments later and he pulled back, breaking the kiss.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked in surprise.

“Nothing, yet.” Hermione purred. His eyes widened slightly. “Lucius…I like you. I really like you, and I’m tired of this beating around the bush. I have come to realize that what I really want more than anything is to strip you down and nibble on you like a fine piece of chocolate.” She said breathily.

“What on earth is the matter? You’re…you’re…” he couldn’t find the words to describe it. Not that he was complaining!

“I’m a bold person, Lucius. I do not shy away from what I want. And what I want is you, yet I’ve been avoiding the reality of it like a plague. I was afraid of starting something so soon after…after the last time and I was waiting on you to act first. But that’s not how I operate. I don’t like waiting on other people. So I’m here. Don’t bother to deny interest, either. Because unless I’m mistaken that’s not a wand pressing into my bottom.” She said, leaning forward and nipping at his lower lip. She ground down against the growing erection, and he inhaled sharply.

“You are playing with fire, witch.” He hissed, finding his voice.

“Maybe I’m tired of playing it safe. Maybe I want to get burned.” She replied simply. She grasped one of his hands and brought it to her face, nuzzling his palm before trailing it down her throat and pressing his palm to her breast. He took over then, cupping her breast through her cotton shirt and running his thumb over where her nipple would be. He was rewarded with a soft groan and her grinding her hips against him again. She needed more contact!

She initiated another kiss as her fingers went for the buttons on his casual shirt. He grasped her wrists and pulled back one more time.

“Are you sure of what you ask for, witch? Because I do not like bringing out the broom if it isn’t going to be ridden.” He said, staring at her with intense silver eyes.

“Oh I’ll ride it all right.” Hermione crooned to him. She pulled her hands free and went for his buttons again. This time his mouth found hers as she worked. She got halfway through his buttons before he had to lean forward a bit as she un-tucked the soft cotton shirt. She was disappointed not to see bare flesh as she opened the shirt, instead seeing the white of his sleeveless undershirt.

Lucius’ hand reached blindly towards the corner of his desk and grasped his wand. With a flick the door to his office closed, locked, and was silenced. He would not be interrupted. He grasped Hermione to himself, standing with her and depositing her on the edge of the mahogany desk. He let the shirt fall from his arms as she started working on the undershirt, pulling it from his pants and lifting it up. He lifted his arms and let her pull the shirt off of him, tossing it aside and looking over him with hungry eyes.

He was in good shape. He was no body builder, but his broad chest was pleasantly defined. He was lightly dusted with white blonde hair. His stomach was flat and toned, and her eyes were drawn to the trail that had been revealed right at his naval, that disappeared into his pants.

She reached for his belt, but was interrupted from her task as he grasped her cotton t-shirt and pulled upwards. Her arms rose as he removed her shirt, and she heard him growl as she was revealed to him. Her bra was a front-fastener, and his deft fingers made quick work of the snap, freeing her breasts. She shivered as the cool air of his office caressed her newly bared skin, making her nipples stiffen to peaks. She shrugged off the scrap of material as his hands began to explore her.

She gasped as he tweaked a nipple, the sensation going straight down into her lap.

“So beautiful.” He murmured. He pushed her back, and she rested her bare back against the cool wood, looking up at him excitedly. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he watched his silver eyes drink in the sight of her breasts moving with the movement.

He reached forward and unbuttoned her jeans, before grasping the waistband and shimmying them off of her hips, down her legs, and tossing them away. Luckily she had been wandering about in just her socks so he didn’t have to worry about shoes. She was left in black lace knickers that barely covered anything important. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of those and tugged. She helpfully raised her hips as the material was removed.

He pushed her knees back and then apart, opening her up to his view. She was cleanly shaven, and he could see the arousal already glistening at her pink slit.

“My, my. It seems that you’re wet, Hermione. Soaking, in fact.” He commented softly, reaching up to run his finger along the damp seam of her pussy. She grunted and tried to push against him. His finger trailed back up, barely making any contact. She gave a frustrated moan.

“Please…” she breathed.

“Please what?” he asked innocently, his touch ghosting over the lips of her throbbing center.

“Please touch me.” She whimpered. He laughed softly as she tried again to make closer contact.

“But I am touching you. You’ll have to be more specific.” He couldn’t help but tease her a bit, just to see how she reacted. She growled.

“Then put your finger inside me. Finger fuck me, Lucius. For Merlin’s sake bury yourself up to the elbow, I don’t care!” she snapped. He gave a feral grin as one finger finally pushed past her slick lips and entering her. Great Cesar’s ghost she was so hot! Her cunt sucked greedily at his finger, and he obliged her with another, slipping in and out in a poor parody of what she really wanted. He scissored his fingers a bit, before adding a third. She was taut like a spring, and ever so close to falling over the edge. He could feel her about to give over to an orgasm, and just as the sensations started to peak he withdrew his hand.

She snarled at him, starting to sit up.

“Back down, hellcat. When you come it will be with me inside you.” He commanded. Her back touched the desk again, but she glared at him. He slipped off his casual shoes, before his hands went to his belt, unfastening the thick leather and then unbuttoning his pants. He didn’t wear any sort of underwear, so when he pushed the material off of his hips, his cock sprang free.

“Oh sweet and Merciful heavens.” Hermione groaned. He was quite large. Much bigger than Ron. The length wasn’t overwhelming, but she would be hard pressed to wrap her small hand around his width. Her mouth began to water at the thought of stuffing that into her mouth. She rather enjoyed fellatio, and would be eager to try that with him sometime soon.

“So when do I get to suck that?” she asked boldly. He paused, meeting her eyes, and then grinned.

“Whenever you’d like, little lioness. But not now. There’s a place other than your mouth this is going right now.” He replied, before leaning over her and kissing her. His hand found her breast again, flicking and pinching eagerly. His other grasped his length, lining him up with her hot opening. His hips drove him into her, and she arched her back, yowling in ecstasy.

She was so tight….oh bless her it was like fucking a hot, wet vice. Her sharp fingernails found his shoulder, digging in mercilessly as he started to withdraw.

“To whom do you belong, witch?” he asked, driving back into her with a grunt. She actually hissed at him, her eyes rolling back as she met his thrust.

“You, you! I belong to you! Now shut the hell up and fuck me!” she cried, dragging her nails down his arm. The sting of the wound fueled him on, and he started up a moderate pace. She met each thrust with one of her own. She grasped at his forearms, moaning and panting as he plowed her. The orgasm that had been she had been denied crept back up, starting in her toes and traveling back up. When the tingling ache reached the apex of her thighs she came with a shriek, babbling incoherently and thrashing wildly underneath him.

He fucked her through the orgasm, only slowing down a bit so that her clutching pussy didn’t snap his cock clean off.

“Are you ready for round two?” he asked, his voice barely a rumble. She was still gasping for breath when he locked his arms behind her legs and pushed them back, pressing her knees close to her ears as he began an almost brutal second stage. Her fingers grasped at his hips, those sharp little claws digging into his buttocks.

“Fuck!” he cursed. She’d grazed his shoulders, but he was sure she was drawing blood here. She was mewling with pleasure, writhing and pressing against him.

Lucius knew he wasn’t going to last very much longer. He was out of practice and she was surprisingly reactive. There had been the occasional tryst since Narcissa had left, but nothing so…explosive as this!

“Lucius…” she gasped, her body staring to coil again. “Lucius, please! I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you drip out of me. Fill me up, Lucius.” She begged, her fingers digging even deeper as his thrusts became a bit erratic.

“Fuck!” he cursed. He was close than she was, and he wanted to send her off first. He reached between them, finding the little nub of flesh right above her opening. He began to flick her clit mercilessly.

“Yes! Oh, yes! I’m so close! Please!” she shouted.

“Come for me, Hermione. I want to see you fall apart again. Let go!” he hissed at her. And she complied. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and her head thrashed back and forth. His climax was a few moments behind hers, and he buried himself to the hilt and shouted his release. His hips twitched as he emptied himself into her. The orgasm felt as if it would go on forever, and she finally felt his coiled muscles start to relax.

His head lowered slightly and she pressed her cheek against his. They stayed like this for several moments before Lucius raised up with a groan.

“I think I’m- Merlin, I am! I’m bleeding you hellcat! You drew blood!” he said with surprise, touching his hip and coming back with a bit of red on his fingers. She was limp against his desk, her legs dangling over the side, still slightly spread. He could see their mingled essence starting to drip back out of her and down her slit. She was watching him with hooded eyes.

“We will be doing this again.” She said with conviction, though her voice was soft and tired. He looked at her, momentarily forgetting the bloody prints on his buttocks.

“You don’t think we might be moving a bit fast?” he asked, his sense finally catching on now that his brain had a bit of blood in it.

“I’ll be damned if I care. You’ll have to pry me off of your cock with a Reductor, now.” She purred, reaching between her legs and swiping her fingers into her opening. She withdrew her hand, and her fingers were coated with their come. She stuck her fingers into her mouth and sucked the cream from them.

He blinked. Then he grinned, reminding Hermione of a lion about to pounce.

“Whoever said I was going let you off of my cock?”

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