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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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Darn it...this one did take over two weeks to get to you....but it my defense.....smut. That's all I'm going to say....

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The moon waxed and waned, and the trees were painted with the colors of fire. Autumn began to close in on itself, while the world went on about its business as usual.

Lucius plucked through his mail with practiced ease, tossing what wasn’t important and sifting through what he might want to keep. He came to a heavy parchment envelope, and recognized the seal of the Ministry. He hadn’t received any sort of missive from them in a while, and he curiously broke the wax seal on the envelope.

His silver eyes darted back and forth over the page, his fair eyebrows raising slowly but steadily as he read.

In his hands was an invitation to the Ministry’s Halloween Ball. It had been years since he’d been invited, and he’d stopped expecting the invitation. He supposed it was due to Grace’s presence he was getting the invitation. But that didn’t stop it from being any less exciting. The ball was all for show, of course, bringing out only a few hundred guests that were in the favor of the Minister. Lucius wouldn’t lie. He was ecstatic to be able to go again.

Of course the first person he told was Hermione.

“Oh, the Halloween Ball? I’ve gotten an invite for the past few years, but I haven’t gone because I’ve been busy with work and helping Harry.” She said dismissively, already undressing him with her eyes. They hadn’t had time to do anything since their little tryst in his office before.

But Lucius looked a bit like a four year old who someone had told they didn’t like pudding.

“But…how can you not go to the ball? It’s…it’s a wasted invitation!” he said, his voice taking on as much whine as a Malfoy was allowed….which was very little unless you knew what to look for.

“It just wasn’t high on my priority list. Say…what are you doing for the next…mmm…hour or so?” she practically purred, starting to circle him like a predator. He quickly became aware of her stalking, and stood noticeably straighter.

“I could be…persuaded to join you for a bit of…afternoon delight.” He replied dangerously, his silver eyes watching as she reached out to touch his arm.

“I was thinking more along the lines of….how many rooms in this Merlin-forsaken house can we christen without getting caught?” she asked. “You were very good, you know…and I want another taste.” She added, pushing out her chest a bit to accentuate her cleavage.

“A taste, eh?” he asked, feeling the tell-tale signs of stirring from his trousers.

“Oh, yes, Lucius. A taste. I would like to taste you. To feel you throbbing on my tongue. I want you to spill yourself down my throat as I wring the snark right out of you. I’m quite good at that, I’ll have you know.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Who would have thought that the pride of Gryffindor, the sweet Golden Lioness, would have such a filthy little mind?”

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Hermione replied, not bothered at all by what he’d said. “Did you think I spent all my time studying in the library? That would be silly! I quite enjoyed curling up amongst the dusty books and thinking of filthy little daydreams. Madam Pince trusted me with her precious library, and so I was usually left alone. I cannot tell you how many times I fingered myself in the Hogwarts library.” She added nonchalantly. She gazed up at Lucius’ face, noting the surprise there. Then, the surprise quickly morphed into something else. Something much darker and much more…interesting.

“Truly? Well, we shall have to see about that…” he said. He reached forward suddenly and grabbed her arms, pulling her flush to him and Apparating.

She blinked, and found herself in the Malfoy library, staring around at the ancient tomes. He’d taken her to a part of the library in the back, a room that housed much…darker texts.

“Why are we here?” she asked softly, looking around at some of the books. She didn’t move away from him, and was soothed when he began to run his hand across the backs of her shoulders.

“Can you not guess? I wanted a modicum of privacy and this is the only place with a closable door in the library. I was thinking…perhaps…that you could show me exactly how enjoyable you found your library time…” he said soothingly, trailing his hand to her jaw.

“You want me to twiddle my twat in your library?” she asked, a bit incredulous.

“Yes. And I want to watch. I want to watch you bring yourself pleasure.”

She thought about this, and Lucius could almost see the cogs in her curly little head turning.

“Very well….but only if you’ll return the favor.” She said finally. He merely smiled with amusement.

“If I like what I see…..I would be more than happy to join in.” he replied, resting his palm on her cheek. She merely smirked. “So…how does one go about pleasuring oneself in a library?” he asked.

She stepped back, and looked around the room they were in. It was the size of a bedroom, with shelves along three of the walls, including a custom shelf that went over the doorway, and the other wall was occupied by a table.

“Well, first I have to make sure I’m comfortable.” She said, going over to the table. She pulled out one of the wooden chairs and sat down in it. Then, she drew her wand and gave a flick, transfiguring her muggle jeans into a loose gray skirt, similar to the one she wore at school. “I often studied late into the night, and I needed something to relax me.” She explained, leaning back in the chair.

Lucius watched her, enraptured. Her knees fell open as she sat in the chair, and her hands rested on her thighs. She let out a soft sigh as she trailed her hand up her leg, drawing the hem of her skirt up. Lucius felt his trousers constrict painfully when she pulled the skirt up completely, revealing that in the morph of her pants to a skirt, her panties had disappeared completely, leaving her perfectly naked snatch open for viewing.

“I had various fantasies that I worked off of, depending on who I might fancy that week. But there was always a good one…” she said softly, her hands moving up her belly to cup her breasts.

“One of the other students happened to have a father who was extraordinarily handsome.” She began, her eyelids drooping slightly as she plucked at her nipples through her shirt. “He was also arrogant, snobbish, and quite dangerous to boot.” She added.

Lucius was caught in the sound of her voice, mouth dry as he listened.

“Every time he made an appearance at the school this particular fantasy would pop up.” She spoke, before sensually shedding her light t-shirt, leaving her only in a lacy pink bra and her skirt. “I would be in the library, late, as usual, studying for some various test or quiz. It was not unheard of for me to be unaware of people approaching until they were right at me. This dream of mine had this handsome man come into the library, and approach my table.

‘Miss Granger, I see you are still striving to prove yourself worthy to exist in this world.’ He would say, in that haughty way that he spoke. I, of course, would look up.

‘Of course! There are so many things to learn!’ I say. But he just smiles. It’s an interesting smile, like a cat just before it kills a little bird.”

Hermione reached behind her, and unsnapped her bra, letting her breasts fall free. Her nipples hardened in the cool air of the room, and her questing fingers found them again, brushing them lightly and teasing herself.

“He just looks at me and sneers.

‘There are many things to learn in this world, Miss Granger, but most of them cannot be taught in a book.’ He says.

‘Do you know these things?’ I ask, always eager for knowledge.

‘I could teach you…if you are willing.’ He says, that same cat-like smile replacing his sneer.

‘Yes, yes! Please teach me!’ I say. He approaches my chair, and comes to stand behind me.

‘Lesson one: many people cannot be taught through lecture. They must learn by touch.’ He says, and suddenly he reaches forward, and cups my breasts through my uniform. I can hardly believe it! This handsome man, feeling me up in the library!”

Hermione pinched her nipples mercilessly, quite into her story. She risked a glance at Lucius to find him watching her, ensnared as though by a siren’s song. There was an obvious bulge in his pants.

“So I am nervous.

‘Sir,’ I say. ‘Won’t someone catch us?’

‘Miss Granger, if you want to learn, you must be silent during the lesson.’ He replies, and begins to unbutton my shirt. I’m very nervous now. I don’t want to get caught, but there is something about this man’s touch that lights me on fire. There’s a feeling between my legs that I get when I’m excited. I reach to touch myself, to relieve the ache that’s starting, but one of his hands catches mine.

‘Naughty girl. Were you going to touch yourself?’ he asks, and I am embarrassed. ‘I asked you a question.’ He adds, and I feel a little afraid.

‘Yes, sir.’ I reply, but the squirmy feeling between my legs will not cease.

‘You were going to fiddle with your pussy while I was trying to teach you something?” he asks, and I feel liquid heat between my legs. Just the sound of his voice has made me wet!

‘Yes.’ I add, very quietly.

‘Very well. Lesson two: sometimes even the best of us need help.’ He says, and his hand lets mine go, and he pulls up my skirt. With a flick of his fingers my panties are gone, and I’m so shocked!

‘Sir! Surely we’ll be caught!’ I say, and try to hide myself.

‘Stop struggling!’ he hisses, and I obey. ‘If someone walks in, they’ll just have to watch, won’t they?” he asks, and pulls my knees apart. I know I’m wet by then, and he reaches down to swipe a finger along my pussy. ‘So wet. Dripping wet and eager for my touch? I shall oblige you then, Miss Granger. A gentleman doesn’t keep a lady waiting.’ He says. Now both his hands are between my legs, reaching around me to open the lips of my pussy. One finger finds my clit, and I buck under his hands. That feels so good! He shushes me, warning me that if we get caught it will be because I am so loud.

His finger strokes my clit so softly. It’s maddening. I want him to touch me harder.”

Hermione now reached between her spread legs, dipping two fingers into her center and taking a second to moan softly.

Lucius could no longer contain himself. His hands inched towards the button on his slacks, and he carefully undid it, not wanting to draw her attention away from herself. His cock bobbed free, and he nearly groaned in relief as the pressure from his pants was gone. He grasped himself gently at the base of his dick, his hand drawing up slowly as she spread out the lips of her pussy, revealing one finger circling the little nub of flesh above her opening.

“I start to beg him. I want him to touch me. I need him to touch me. So he does. He presses the finger of one hand into my clit, and his other fingers start to play with my opening. Both hands are playing with my pussy, and I’m moaning softly.

‘Hush, Miss Granger, or you’ll get caught. Do you want someone to watch me finger you?’ he asks. I don’t think I do, but I will not lie…the thought of getting caught excites me. I’m so close…I can feel an orgasm coming. It grabs me quickly, and I gasp loudly, spasming beneath his hands.

I’m not sure when it happened, but suddenly I’m on the edge of the table, and he is spreading out my legs.

‘Lesson three: life is short, eat dessert first.’ And then he pushes me back on the table, making sure my knees are far apart. Then I feel something warm and wet on my pussy. ‘You’re dessert, Miss Granger.’ He says, and starts to lick my wet snatch.

I can’t speak…I’ve never felt his way before! But he’s so good…he fucks me with his tongue, running that wicked muscle over every part of my cunt. Then he settles over my clit. That warm, wet tongue flicks me over and over again. I’m moaning, I know it. His face is in my pussy and if feels so good.”

Hermione’s breath was coming in pants now, and she was flicking at her clit, her breasts heaving with the effort of talking and masturbating.

“It doesn’t take long…I come again. And he licks me completely clean. I just lay there, feeling warm and light, and suddenly I feel something hard right at my opening. I look down, and have only time to gasp before he shoves his cock inside of me. I’m no virgin…there was a time when I was curious and there was someone to oblige me. But I’ve never been filled up so much before! I’m going to burst! Then he starts to move. Oh yes! It feels so good as he stuffs my cunt so full of his throbbing hard cock that it feels as if he’s going to plow all the way through me. I hurt…my pussy is so full of cock, and so sensitive from the two orgasms that I hurt. But it’s a good pain, and I can feel another one coming.

‘Please sir, I’m going to come again!’ I say. His fingers are suddenly on my clit, pinching and flicking and making me hurt more. But suddenly he pulls his cock out of me, and with a shout he comes all over the front of me, covering my uniform with come. There’s so much come. ‘But sir…I didn’t get to come again.’ I say, quite disappointed. He tucks his cock back into his pants and gives me a look of disdain.

‘Lesson four: girls who get fucked in libraries don’t always get what they want.’ He says, and walks away. So there I am, no knickers, lying on the table and covered in cum. But I’m so close to being finished. I just put my fingers back into my pussy and pump away, eager to have one more orgasm.”

Hermione’s face was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Lucius’ hand was moving faster now, stroking his cock desperately, wanting to finish as she finished. His cock was weeping, and he could see the moisture on Hermione’s hands as she went to town on her twat.

“And so I imagine what it was like. First his fingers, flicking over my clit, then his cock, fucking me so good and hard. The feel of his come as it washed over me, the sound of pleasure he made as he covered me in come…and then…and then…”

Hermione’s muscles were all stiffening up, and with one final jerk, she came hard, keening her orgasm. Her fingers were moving lighting fast over her clit, and she had her mouth open in a silent scream.

Lucius came too, shouting hoarsely as three jets of come splattered to the floor. He found himself leaning against one of the shelves, stroking the last bit of orgasm from his cock.

“Merlin help us…” he gasped. Hermione was sitting in her chair, legs still splayed and pussy revealed to the world.

“Your office: check. Library: check. Next up is the gardens. I’ve always wanted to be fucked on a bed of rose petals.”

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Geez, Hermione, you horny bitch.

Come on, guys. That's gotta be worth something...plot resumes next chapter but I thought another nice smut interlude would be in order.....so let me know how you liked it...because I sure enjoyed writing this one.
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