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Debt Relief, Malfoy Style	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Ginny Views: 30907 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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"What was all that about?" Ginny asked, watching Severus enter the kitchen.

"Just giving the old boy a bit of a pep talk." Lucius chuckled.

"No!" Victoire shook her head and pressed her face into Lucius' jumper when Ginny held out her hands to take her from his lap.

"Have I been replaced?" Ginny laughed, when the two year old glared at her, gripping Lucius' shirt possessively.

"It's quite possible." Lucius rubbed the little girl's back as she yawned and lay her head on his shoulder.

"I"ll take her." Molly Weasley said, walking over with her back straight and her hands out.

"No!" The little girl shrieked loudly, pressing her face against Lucius' chest."

"But Victoire." Molly said in a sing song voice. "It's time for you to lie down and have a bit of a rest. I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy. She's tired." She held her hands out to the little girl again.

"No." Victoire wailed, shaking her head and pressing her face against Lucius, her tiny fists clutching his jumper.

"I don't know what's wrong with her." Molly said. "She doesn't usually take to strangers like this."

'Perhaps I've used the Imperious curse on her.' Lucius thought, biting back the snide remark. "Please call me Lucius, Mrs. Weasley. And it's quite alright. I can hold her until she falls asleep." He glanced down at Victoire's fluttering eyelids. "I don't think it should take too long."

Molly stared at them for several moments, indecision written all across her face. She nodded her head with a curt bob. "There's a cot over there for her when you want to put her down." She said, turning and walking quickly away.

"Well that's something anyway." Ginny laughed, staring at her mother's retreating back.

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"Oh hello." Hermione looked over her shoulder when Severus entered the kitchen.

"Ginny asked me to bring these in to you."

"Oh alright." Hermione smiled. "Just set them here, on the counter."

He stepped up behind her and placed the stack of dishes down on he spot she had indicated.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh I just thought I'd give the boys a little head start on the washing up."

"Hmmmm." Severus grunted, stepping up and pressing himself against Hermione's back. "Do you need any help?"

"No." She cleared her throat, her voice came out a little high pitched and nervous at the nearness of him. "No. I think I have the task well in hand." Her hands shook, rattling plates together.

"Then I'll just observe." Severus said, brushing her hair to the side and letting his finger tips run along the length of her neck. “No magic?”

“I prefer a hands on a approach.”

“Mmmm. So do I.” His deep voice rumbled, vibrating against her back. Hermione moaned and leaned against him as his lips followed the path of his fingers. Suddenly she stiffened and turned around to stare at him.

"What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"'I'm waiting for you to run off." She said, staring into his onyx eyes. "Usually when things start to get heated, you run away and vanish."

"Mmmm." He grunted. "No more vanishing. I give you my word."

"What's changed?"

"What's changed?" He repeated thoughtfully. "Now that I know what it feels like to have you pressed against me, I find I can think of little else." He ran his fingers gently down her face. "I have decided that the time has come for me to let the past stay in the past. And I have decided that I would like to try, for once in my life, to be happy."

"Oh." Hermione said, turning back to the sink and resuming her washing. "And you think you can be happy with me?"

"Yes. I do." He lowered his head and resumed exploring her neck with his lips.

"I didn't even think you liked me."

Severus chuckled low in his throat, his lips tickling her neck. "I admire you. I respect you. You are the most intelligent and talented student I have ever had the honor of teaching. And I want you desperately. I like you Hermione." He reached down, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly to him. "I know I wasn't nice to you. But we both know the reasons behind that. And, there is the fact that I'm not an inherently nice person."

Hermione let out a loud bark of laughter. "No, you're not."

"No, I'm not." He murmured softly, running his tongue along the curve of her neck and biting gently. "Yet you still find it in your heart to care for me.

"I care for you very much." She said, her voice a hushed whisper.

"Mmmm hmmm." Severus groaned, his large hand lifting the hem of her shirt to lightly brush the bare skin of his stomach.

"Well the washing's done." Hermione gasped. "Would you like to go back to the garden?" His hands on her stomach felt hot and made her legs shake with desire.

"No I would not like to go back to the garden." He whispered directly into her ear, his hot breath sending chills down her spine.

"Oh?" Her voice wavered as he ran his hand up her stomach to lightly grasp her bra covered breasts. “Where would you like to go?”

"I'd like to go to your flat." His thumbs brushed lightly across her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure straight to between her legs. "And then to your bed, where I plan on removing all of your clothing and kissing every inch of your body."

"Just leave without saying goodbye to anyone." Hermione sounded shocked at the idea.

Severus laughed and rested his forehead on her shoulder. "Yes Hermione, just leave without saying goodbye to anyone."

Oh my. I'm sorry. Excuse me." Harry's shocked voice came from behind them. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"It's quite all right Mr. Potter." Severus said, wrapping his large hand around Hermione's wrist. "We were just leaving. Wonderful barbeque. I had a lovely time. Please say our goodbyes for us." He pulled her to the living room and pushed her towards the fireplace.

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"Severus." Hermione gasped, stumbling out of her fireplace into her living room. "We can't just run out of party like that."

"Why?" He reached out and pulled her to him, pressing his lips tenderly to hers.

Hermione's mind emptied of every thought except for his lips on hers.

"No answer?" He asked pulling away to gaze down at her. "Well that's a first. Hermione Granger without an answer."

"Sev..."

He cut her off with another kiss. "I want you Hermione Granger. Do you want me?"

"More then anything." She gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

"Then take me to your bedroom."

Hermione's heart pounded and her hands shook as she took his strong calloused hand and led him down the hallway into her bedroom. Walking to her desk, she flipped the switch on a small lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow. Without looking at him, she turned to her bed and carefully pulled the covers back. "I can't believe you're really here." She said, turning to look at him standing in the doorway of her tiny bedroom.

"I am." He said, stepping across the room to wrap her in his arms.

Their lips crashed together, tongues probing and tasting as hands explored, touching and pulling at clothing. His nimble fingers unbuttoned her blouse, his lips moving down her neck and shoulders.

"Hermione." He gasped, as she pulled at the hem of his t-shirt. "I have..."

"Scars. I know. I don't care. I just want to feel you."

Nodding, he pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing his lean, yet muscled chest to her. He gasped when she pressed her lips to him, kissing over his bare skin. Reaching behind her back, he unhooked her bra and pulled it down her arms.

"So beautiful." He moaned, lowering his head to tenderly kiss and lick her nipple.

Panting they fell to the bed, his lips returned to her lips, his tongue rubbing frantically with hers. Hermione reached down to the waist of his trousers, pulling at his belt. She growled with frustration when it refused to come loose.

"Hermione." He panted. "Stop. I'll do it." Rolling onto his back, he quickly unfastened his belt and trousers; pushing them off his hips, along with his boxers, he tossed them to her bedroom floor. Hermione had shimmied out of her own jeans and turned back to him, dressed only in her knickers.

"Oh Merlin." He shuddered, pressing his naked body against hers. "You feel so good."

"Mmmmm." She groaned, running her hands down his back, marveling at the softness of his skin. Moving her hand over his hip, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around his cock.

"Hermione." He gasped, trying to pull away from her. The feel of her hot hand wrapped around him made his balls throb with need. He struggled to fight back his sudden and overwhelming need to come.

"What?" She whispered, running her hand up and down his rigid flesh.

"That feels so good." He moaned. "If you keep touching me like that, I will not last long."

"Good." She ran her thumb over the velvety head of his cock, smearing pre come across the tip.

"Good?" He gasped.

"I have wanted you for so long." She said, squeezing and stroking him. "I have fantasized, dreamed and imagined being with you. Now that I have you, I want to see the one thing I've never quite been able to picture in my mind."

"What's that?" He whispered.

"What you look like when you come."
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