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The Downfall of Greed	By : tcarlson Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 40804 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I wrote the bloody letter to the Order. Keeping it simple, I just put that Severus said that I could go to them and they would protect me. I also mentioned that Hermione and I would be grateful for a prompt reply so we could get to safety as soon as possible.

I gently woke Hermione to ask to whom I should send the letter to. She tried to hide a little smile before answering, “Professor McGonagall, I guess,” and turning her back to me once again.

The dread I expected to feel as I sent off an owl wasn’t there. I only felt relief. I would get to see Draco again! Hermione would be safe and I was optimistic that I could change her mind about losing her either way.

I slipped into bed next to her and felt her stiffen at the contact I made as I pulled her against me. She struggled to get out of my arms but relaxed as I kissed her neck and whispered, “I don’t know if Malfoys are capable of love, but isn’t it worth sticking around to find out?”

She turned around in my arms to face me. She searched my eyes. “You think it’s possible for you to love me someday?”

My answer was to lean down and give her a toe-curling kiss. She arched up against me, clinging to the front of my shirt. As I kissed my way down her neck, she murmured, “It’s so worth sticking around to find out.”

She pulled me up so we could lazily explore each other’s mouths. There was no rush, no sense of urgency. We could take our time and really enjoy the other. Deciding to step out of reach of the Dark Lord’s influence took away the pressure so we didn’t need a quick and frantic coupling. I could worship her body.

She somehow had unbuttoned my shirt without me realizing it and was pushing it off over my shoulders. I lifted my torso to accommodate her and was rewarded with her hands roaming over my chest. She smiled against my lips as I sighed into her mouth.

Rolling over, I trapped her beneath me. Breaking our kiss, I sat up, straddling her hips. She whimpered at the loss of my lips but that whimper turned into a surprised squeal as I ripped the flimsy robe she wore from top to bottom to reveal her naked figure.

After seeing her naked so many times, I was surprised when my breath was still taken away. It amazed me that this goddess wanted me. She loved me, and something warm and pleasant curled in my stomach at that thought.

She shrugged out of the tattered robe and leaned up on her elbows to kiss my chest over where my heart was thumping wildly. Then, she reached down to undo my belt and zipper on my pants. I stood up quickly, toed off my shoes and socks, kicked off my pants, and covered her naked body with my naked body. She arched up to meet me so we had contact from foot to chest.

We stilled. I looked down into her eyes as she looked up into mine. Her heavy panting pushed her breasts up into my chest with every breath. I absentmindedly twirled one of her curls around my index finger.

She grinned impishly and slightly lifted her hips. I gasped at the feeling of her hot moistness coming into contact with my straining erection. With a playful growl, I pushed her knees apart and settled between her thighs, teasing her with the tip of my cock against her entrance. When she lifted her hips again, I felt my tip go in. With agonizing slowness, she guided me into her until I was fully sheathed. We stilled again, reveling in the feeling of being joined so intimately.

I moved, keeping the slow pace she started. I watched her face as her eyes glazed over and she gave the tiniest of breathy moans each time I pushed into her again. Her hands came up to rest on my cheeks and lead my lips back to hers. Our kisses were slow to match the pace of our hips.

The pleasure built until we were both panting and voicing our enjoyment loudly, but neither of us wanted to back down and be the first quicken the tempo to finish. Finally, her hands moved from where they had been resting on the back of my neck to cradle my head to my shoulders. Her nails bit into my shoulders as she whispered into my ear, “Take me.”

I started snapping my hips faster and harder immediately. Her ankles hooked around my lower back, urging me on. I pistoned in and out of her, feeling the familiar build of a powerful orgasm. Below me, Hermione thrashed back and forth, unable to form coherent words. “Come for me, Hermione,” I groaned.

“Oh, Lucius!” she cried out. Her channel tightened and spasmed around me, pulling me over the edge with her. I spilled myself into her and collapsed on top of her, nuzzling my head into the crook of her neck. Her hand rubbed my sweaty back in small soothing circles.

After a minute, I pulled out of her and rolled to her side. She held me against her chest and kissed the top of my head. We fell asleep with no words exchanged.

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I woke up early the next morning, disappointed that there wasn’t a return owl yet. Quietly slipping from bed not to disturb Hermione, I showered, dressed, and made my way to my office. If I was leaving to be under the protection of the Order, there was a lot of business I needed to settle.

I called all the House elves to my office. There was a collective bow and amplified “Good morning, master” as all twenty-something of them greeted me at once.

I sent half of them off to gather all the valuables from around the mansion and bring them to my vault at Gringotts. There was priceless artwork, family heirlooms, jewels, historical knick-knacks, rare books, and personal items that I did not want the Ministry or Voldemort to pick through when I turned up missing.

Another bunch of elves were to pack bags to take with us. For me, they were to pack as if I were going on an extended vacation. This bunch was also to take some nicer robes and dresses of Narcissa’s and resize them to fit Hermione so she would have something to wear. I wanted her to be dressed in the best money could buy, and since we were strapped for time, Narcissa’s used but very expensive things would have to do. I was sure that as soon as they were refit for Hermione, she would look gorgeous and I wouldn’t even think of Narcissa when she wore them.

I sent some the rest of the elves to deliver letters to people who needed to know I would be gone. The letters were charmed not to reveal that I was going to most likely be gone for good until after we were in safety. My business associates, the Ministry, and some distant family and friends deserved to hear from me what was happening. I couldn’t leave some people without tying up loose ends.

With the House elves taking care of everything else, I worked on my office. There were a ton of papers to sort through. Some I burned because they could be used as damning evidence in the future, others were documents that I sent to colleagues to either finish or hold on to for safe-keeping, and the rest I tucked away in a folder to bring with me. I would use the information in the folder to give to the Order as a token of good faith. They contained years and years of catalogued notes that I had kept for the Dark Lord. I hoped that this would be enough for them to accept that I did truly want their protection so that they wouldn’t automatically try to incarcerate me on sight.

Satisfied that I organized everything as thoroughly as I could for such a sudden departure, I relaxed in the library to wait for a return owl from the Order. Hermione found me there a few minutes later, dressed in a refitted light rose silk robe that I had the House elves leave out for her.

“The house seems so empty with so much stuff gone,” she commented as she slipped onto my lap.

“The House elves made quick work of it. I wanted to be ready to leave at a moment’s notice.”

“I can tell. You’re eager to go. You’re basically humming with suppressed nerves.” She wound her arms around my neck and played with my hair.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “I fear for our lives now that I made this decision. I want to get us to safety as soon as possible. Every second we linger here gives the Dark Lord another second to find out about our escape.”

She frowned and looked at the clock. “I’m worried. You sent the letter over twelve hours ago. Shouldn’t the Order have answered by now? You’d think that they’d want to do this as fast as possible.”

“Should I send another?”

She shrugged. “They are probably just double checking with their sources to make sure that it isn’t a trap.” All of a sudden, magic sizzled across my skin. I sat up straight. “What happened?” Hermione whispered, sensing my tenseness.

“The wards were just taken down.” I stood up and peeked out into the hallway. All was quiet. “Hermione, go upstairs to the bedroom. Lock yourself in my bathroom and stay quiet.” I was strangely calm outwardly, although inside I was panicking.

“How did the wards just fall like that?” she asked, grabbing my arm with a trembling hand.

“It could be the Order with a master curse-breaker coming to get us raid-style just to be safe if it was a trap…”

“Or?”

“Or it’s him. The Dark Lord insisted on knowing how to break through all his Death Eaters’ wards. I’m sure it’s nothing, but go upstairs to be safe, ok?”

Her grip on my arm became tighter. “No, I’m staying with you.”

The front door was blasted open. Debris and dust obscured my view. I pushed Hermione behind me and raised my wand, ready to face the intruders whether they be friendly… or there to kill us both.
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