The Affair

Chapter 22: Unraveling







Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. – Sir Walter Scott











The ballroom was filled with witches, wizards and various other creatures as the wizarding world celebrated yet again, the fall of Voldemort. Hermione stood at Ron’s side as he and Harry talked about Quidditch with some of the other aurors. Ever so often Ron would glance over at her, an odd light in his eyes as he looked at her. He had been ogling her ever since she had come out of the bedroom that evening. She knew her dress was a bit daring compared to her usual choices. It was black, with a beaded and sequined corset bodice, the skirt was flowing satin that clung to her hips and brushed the tops of her stiletto shod feet.







She had taken extra time with her hair and makeup and she felt pretty and desirable. She had been taking more notice of her appearance of late and she knew it was because of the way Lucius made her feel. It was flattering beyond imagination that a man as attractive and sensual and Lucius wanted her the way he did. It had a very positive affect on her self esteem that was beginning to manifest itself outwardly. She should have been thrilled by her husband’s obvious appreciation, but she found herself unable to enjoy his attention. The heated glances left her feeling cold.







She smiled at a waiter who passed her a glass of champagne and as she was raising the glass to her lips she felt the tell tale tingling in her palm. She took a small sip of the bubbly, sweet liquid and scanned the room with her eyes. He was standing near the ballroom doors, his heated gaze resting on her. To say that he was wearing dress robes didn’t quite cover it. Lucius Malfoy didn’t just wear them, on anyone else they were just clothing, on him they were art. He raised his brows slightly and then slipped through the doors.







“Will you excuse me for a moment?” Hermione handed her champagne to Harry. “I’m just going to find the ladies room.”







“Sure thing, Mione.” Harry said but he wasn’t certain she heard him as she was quickly making her way through the crowd towards the doors. “She looks amazing, Ron.”









“Don’t I know it.” Ron said, watching his wife move and thinking how much he missed having her beneath him, taking him into her body. Maybe tonight when they went home…..



















Hermione slipped free of the oppressive ballroom and stepped out into the hall. She looked to her left, then to her right where she saw Lucius smirk and head off down another hall. Luckily there weren’t very many people outside milling about as she followed her lover down yet another corridor. She yelped when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her through a door, closing and locking it securely before pressing her back against it.







“You look incredible. That gown is a sin.” He growled, running his hands down her sides, caressing her curves.







“You don’t look too bad yourself.” Her hands slid up his chest and over his shoulders. “We shouldn’t be in….wherever we are….alone.”







“It’s a smoking lounge and I needed to get you alone so I could tell you how utterly beautiful you look tonight. You are too beautiful to be on his arm, you should be on mine.” He tucked his finger beneath the thin spaghetti strap and caressed her shoulder.







“Arrogant prat.” She tilted her head to the side as he ran the backs of his fingers up her neck. “What are you doing?”







“Touching you. I can’t seem to help myself.” He kissed the pulse pounding at the base of her throat and slowly dragged his tongue up the throbbing vein to the spot just below her ear where he nipped the skin lightly with his teeth. “I’ve been hard as stone since I saw you.” He rocked his pelvis into her, pressing the hard column of his cock against her belly. Immediately she felt the answering rush of wet desire between her thighs. She moaned and curled her nails into the back of his neck.







“Lucius….we can’t….” She protested weakly as he began nibbling along her jaw towards her mouth.





“Like hell we can’t.” He closed his lips over hers, using his teeth to tug at her bottom lip and open her mouth for his tongue. He kissed her hungrily while his hands gathered up the length of her skirt, bunching it at her waist. He held the material up with one hand and used his other to tug on the flimsy excuse for underwear she had on beneath it. He pulled his lips from hers only long enough to tell her to step out of her knickers before he tucked the barely there scrap of silk and lace into his pocket and lifted her by the backs of her thighs. He adjusted her so that her legs were draped over his arms and her back pressed against the door, his hands filled with the plump flesh of her bottom. “Open my trousers.”







She reached between them and quickly had his trousers open and her hand filled with long, hot, highly aroused male flesh. She pulled his foreskin back and rubbed the moist tip of him between her folds before pressing him against her opening. He moved his arms, pushing her thighs wide open as he shoved into her fast and hard, her back slamming into the door.







“Oh my gods!’ She cried, holding on to his shoulders as though her life depended on it as he took her fast and hard against the door.







“Pull the gown down, I want to see your nipples.” He groaned, never missing a beat as he pummeled her with his erection. She pulled the bodice down, her nipples popping free above the snug material. He had one in his mouth, sucking hard and lashing it with his tongue in seconds. She slid her fingers into his hair, cradling him against her breast as he pumped into her with abandon. He was generally a very tender lover, rarely had he gotten the slightest bit rough with her. Never had he been as out of control as he was in that moment, fucking her furiously up against the door while people roamed the halls outside.







Lucius couldn’t fight the intense need to mark her, to make it so that with every step she took she would still feel him inside her. He hated seeing her with Weasley; it made his stomach turn and made him see red. He had to fight the urge to walk over and drag her away from the undeserving git. He would send her back to Weasley’s side feeling him inside her with every step she took.





“Can’t get enough of you….want you with me….” He grunted, straining into her until she threw her head back against the door, stifling her scream of release as she pulsed around him, sucking his orgasm from him with her tight, wet clasping. He held on to her despite his shaking knees, he refused to drop her.







“Lucius, this was so bad.” She groaned as little aftershocks zipped through her. He grunted in her ear and she chuckled, knowing he didn’t care one whit about whether they were right or wrong or not, he simply wanted her for his own.





“I am bad, baby, haven’t you heard?” He drawled, nipping her lips one last time before he withdrew and let her thighs slide down over his hips and back to the floor.







“Oh yeah, I suppose I forget about your reputation for evil when you are making love to me so sweetly in the cottage.” She reached for his cane and withdrew his wand, using it to clean herself up and restore her appearance to its pre-fucked state.





“Well then I guess this can serve as a reminder.” He leered, pulling her into his arms and kissing her tenderly. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”







“No, Lucius, you didn’t hurt me.” She kissed him, smoothing his hair back into place. “I need to get back before they come looking for me.”





“I should get back too though I doubt my wife gives a damn if I am missing or not.” He smoothed the front of his dress robes and pressed his ear to the door. He opened it just a little and peeked outside. Seeing that the way was clear he gave her a push, sending her on her way back to her husband while he hung back.







She re-entered the ballroom to find Ron where she had left him, still talking Quidditch with Harry and the others. She smiled at Harry when he handed back her glass of champagne and averted her eyes when Ron turned to her and winked.





“Hey Mione, there’s Lucius.” Harry said. They all turned to see the bored looking wizard walking around with his wife on his arm. He didn’t appear to be enjoying himself at all, greeting everyone rather coldly while his wife chattered incessantly. In fact, nothing about him was welcoming until he looked at Hermione. Instantly his blue eyes flared and Hermione knew the moment that Harry noticed it because he gasped.







“We should say hello.” Ron said. “He is your boss, it’s only polite.”







Hermione cringed inside as the Malfoy’s approached. There was no way it couldn’t be uncomfortable when not even ten minutes ago she was pressed up against a door with Lucius pounding into her. Even as she stood there her knickers were still in his pocket.







“Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, how nice to see you.” Ron said, extending his hand politely. Narcissa greeted him with a warm smile and Lucius took his hand, shaking it firmly though he longed to tighten his hold and hear the satisfying crunch of splintering bone.







“Mr. Weasley.” Lucius turned to look at Hermione and a feral grin lifted the corner of his mouth a he bent down to kiss her cheek, the tip of his tongue caressing quickly before he pulled back. “You look lovely this evening, Hermione.” No one thought it odd as it was known by both Narcissa and Ron that a friendship had been built between the two. But Harry was watching and the truth of the situation was slowly making itself known to the young man.







“Thank you; are you enjoying your evening?” She asked, unable to keep herself from meeting his intense gaze and feeling a responding pulse deep inside her.







“It has been….delightful thus far.” He smiled. He was oblivious to his wife’s curious perusal of his robes. Narcissa opted not to pay too much attention to the conversation; they weren’t speaking to anyone who mattered, with the exception of Harry Potter though he looked a little put out. She kept catching the glimmer of light reflecting off of a spot on Lucius’s robes. She reached out and plucked a foreign object from his lapel, holding it out on the tip of her gloved finger.





“What is that?” Ron asked curiously as he leaned forward to examine it. He and Narcissa both straightened at the same time, their smiles faltering as they looked at Hermione then at Lucius, then back down to Narcissa’s hand. There, resting on the end of her gloved finger was a small black sequin matching the ones on Hermione’s dress. Ron clenched his fists at his side and looked between his wife and her employer.







“What in the bloody hell is going on between you two?”









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Two Chapters...feeling generous and in the Christmas Spirit today LOL