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The Senior Project	By : Lizski Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 37490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2

A/N: Just as a warning, there is sex in here that is not 100% consensual. Is not a rape scene, nor is there force of any kind used. It's actually a nice, warm fuzzy sex scene. It's just not 100% consensual. Read it, and you'll see what I mean. I just wanted to warn the Mrs. Grundy's of the world.

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Was she just unattractive? She surveyed her body in the mirror, thanking the Fates for providing the Head Girl with a private bathroom. She wasn't gorgeous, but she'd always thought she was interesting looking. True, her breasts weren't huge, like that Ravenclaw girl's, but they weren't tiny, either. Her hips and bottom were definitely more rounded and larger than was strictly fashionable in the muggle world, but they weren't disproportionate. In fact, she'd received favorable comments from several guys when she had gone to the beach with her parents last summer.

So was Snape gay? Anything was possible, but it didn't seem likely. Maybe he was just asexual. Or just totally repressed. All those buttons suggested some sort of unnatural sexual restraint.

It was frustrating. She had been trying for over a month to get Snape to talk about something other than just her damn project, and she had been thwarted each time. She had tried complimenting his clothes ('My clothing is functional, Miss Granger, and of no concern to you'), asking him if he liked teaching ('It is my lot in life, Miss Granger. It is not a question of liking it or disliking it.'), asking him what he did for fun, ('Are you unaware of the world outside these walls, Miss Granger? I do not have time for frivolous pursuits.'), and had even tried asking him what it had been like when he was a student at Hogwarts ('As tolerable as it can be when you are student and have not yet acquired the knowledge needed to function in the world. Please stop asking me these incessant and irrelevant questions.')

No, she just had to accept the fact that he was not interested in her, and probably wouldn't ever be. Damn. Well, she'd try one more thing tonight. She'd casually touch him and see how he reacted. If he didn't respond in a remotely positive way, she'd drop the idea of ever getting a response from him that was outside the normal student-teacher relationship.

The thought of seeing him this evening thrilled her. She'd spent most of the day in the library, venturing out only for the quidditch match in the afternoon. If she hadn't attended that, Harry and Ron would have had her head when she saw them next. She hadn't seen Snape there, but she wasn't surprised; he only attended games where Slytherin was playing. A match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was of no interest to him.

Dressing after her shower, she decided to be daring and wear the red silk bra and panty set she had purchased a few weeks ago. Not that Snape would see them, she acknowledged ruefully, but it would make her feel more confident. Besides, this way she could revel in the knowledge that he wouldn't even know what he was missing.

She met Harry and Ron (who were reliving the quidditch match minute by minute) in the common room and headed down for dinner. Hermione decided that she liked the feeling of silk on her body, and made a mental note to order a few other things. Leaving her friends at the Gryffindor table, she made her way up to the head table.

Looking around, she was disappointed to not see Snape at dinner. Still, it was not unusual. Faculty were not required to attend weekend meals, and often the head table had empty seats on Saturday night. Consoling herself with the idea that she would see him soon enough, she turned to Professor Flitwick.

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Hermione knocked on the locked Potions' classroom door. No response. She was a little surprised; she had always met Snape in the classroom, and then they moved to his office if necessary. A flash of concern shot through her; hopefully he was okay. She'd seen reports in the Daily Prophet that suggested the Death Eaters had been active lately. A little tentatively, she walked down to his office and knocked on the door. She was about to turn away when she heard the door open.

Professor Snape opened the door, a look of distress on his face. 'Professor?' Hermione started slowly, the uncertainty building in her. 'We, uh, we had a meeting tonight. About my Senior Project. If it's not a good time, I can come back later.'

The look of confusion in the dark eyes melted away. 'Er, yes, Miss Granger. I seem to have let time slip away, but now will be just fine. Please come in.'

Hermione's sense of unease grew when she saw papers scattered on the desk, a blue glass vial holding down other papers. She had never seen the office quite this disorganized. 'Is everything okay, Professor?'

Snape turned to face the girl. 'Yes, Miss Granger. Everything is fine. I just lost track of time. Now please explain to me the progress you have made on your project. He pulled her customary chair around from the front of the desk so that she could sit next to him.

Hermione's heart leapt. Snape had always insisted on a formal distance between the two of them, usually with the large desk between the two of them. It was a little unusual, but she wasn't going to complain if he suddenly decided that he wanted he to sit next to him. Maybe the silk underwear had magical properties that hadn't been mentioned on the label! Smiling, she sat down next to the man who haunted her dreams.

She opened her research notebook and began to outline the progress she had made in obtaining materials and how she planned on using them. Taking a chance, she casually leaned her shoulder against his, and was pleased that he didn't immediately pull away or reproach her scathingly. In fact, it almost seemed as though he was actively leaning back against her.

Hermione tried to hide her excitement as her hand 'accidentally' brushed against her Potions master's thigh. Her heart raced, knowing that she was playing with fire here; at any minute he was going to come to his senses and order her out of his office, and probably resign as her project advisor. And yet she knew that she couldn't stop. She had fantasized about seducing him in his office so many times that she felt like she had a written script to follow. This was her chance, and she wasn't going to let it pass her by.

'You seem to have made great progress, Miss Granger.' Hermione shivered as the silky smooth voice washed over her. 'Please tell me what you anticipate doing next.' Hermione gulped. She wanted to tell him what she wanted to do, but those actions had nothing to do with her project. Still uncertain as to how he would react if she did anything more than casually touching him like she was, she turned back to her research.

Turning the page in her notebook, she pointed to the diagram she had constructed. Snape leaned more heavily against her to get a better view of the image, and Hermione pulled the notebook over toward him, and found her arm resting on his thigh. Her pulse pounded in her head, and she felt a wave of excitement course through her body. If she looked up, Snape's face would be only inches away from hers.

Snape commented on the diagram, and Hermione nodded dumbly, trying to focus her attention on his words. She failed miserably as all she could think about was the flat lips and dark hair inches from her. A debate continued in her head as she tried to decide whether or not to turn to him and kiss him. The mounting tension was forming a knot in her stomach, and her body felt hot. She was going to have to make a decision here. Soon.

Gods. This was it. This was her one chance. Did she want to blow it? Or regret not doing it later? Nope. She was going to have to do it, the consequences be damned. She turned her head to look at Snape, a small nervous smile on her lips. Just do it, Hermione.

In a quick movement, Hermione brought her lips to his as she rested her hand on his shoulder. She was aware of a surprised grunt from Snape as he brought his hand up to the back of her neck, his fingers lacing themselves through her hair. Hermione felt his lips open and her tongue met his. Her hand snaked around his neck as he pulled her tighter to him.

The research notebook slipped to the floor, forgotten, as Snape's mouth broke away from hers only to train down the delicate skin of her neck. Hermione groaned, arching her chest against his, the earlier tension in her body turning to liquid fire. She ran her fingers through his hair relishing the sleek feel of it. His mouth fought to find hers again, and he brought one hand to her chest, his fingers gently stroking her nipples.

'Her- Hermione. What do you want from me?' His breathing was ragged and Hermione felt herself tremble.

'I want you.' Her response was equally breathy.

There was a brief chuckle from Snape. 'Are you sure?'

Hermione nodded, trying to be bolder than she felt. 'Yes, I want all of you.'

The Potions master's lips curved into a feral smile, his fingers still gently stroking her chest. 'Have you ever done this before? With anyone else?'

Hermione shook her head, afraid that he would send her away. 'No. But I want you. I wanted you to be my first.' Snape's eyebrows rose faintly. Still holding Hermione, his hand left her chest and went for his wand. Quickly, he cast the wards on the door and set his wand back down.

'I fear that it would cause a commotion if you were to come with me back to my quarters. We will have to plan better in the future.' Hermione's pulse jumped. He was already thinking of a next time! She nodded.

The dark haired man inclined his head toward the couch. 'Shall we? I think we might be more comfortable.' Hermione smiled, her face flushing. Merlin's robe! This was actually happening!

Snape sat down on the couch, pulling Hermione into his lap. His mouth met hers with an aggressiveness that sent heat to her very core. Already her body was more aroused than she had ever imagined possible, and she responded to him, her fingers stroking his neck as his tongue conquered her mouth.

Withdrawing from her, he began to unfasten the catches on her robes, until his hands could find the buttons of her blouse underneath. She giggled nervously as his fingers sought her bare flesh. She responded, working her way down the numerous buttons on his robes.

'I always wondered if all these buttons were meant to keep you hidden away from everyone,' Hermione murmured coquettishly.

Snape smirked briefly, the lust burning in his eyes, 'Sometimes you'd think so,' he responded cryptically.

She shivered as his fingers found the silk of her bra and the heat of her flesh. He pushed back her robe and blouse, lowering his mouth to the creamy flesh above her bra. She moaned deep in her throat as her hands ran through his hair, the buttons on his robes forgotten momentarily. His hot breath teased her flesh and she giggled excitedly. His other hand had begun to push her skirt up, his fingers searing the skin of her thigh.

Shuddering with excitement, Hermione arched her back again as Snape pushed up her bra to reveal her breasts, his mouth fixing on one of the hard pink nubs of flesh. His fingers found her silk covered sex and cupped his hand against her as Hermione moved her hips against him. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and Hermione gasped as his mouth sucked the flesh into a hard point. Her fingers returned to the buttons on his robes, determine to feel her flesh against his.

Pushing aside her panties, Snape stroked the soft wet flesh between her thighs, his fingers gently moving along her outer folds before seeking the small hot nub. Hermione spread her legs further, her breath coming in gasps as her Potions master teased her relentlessly.

'Please,' she hissed.

Deliberately, he paused, a wicked grin on his face. 'Of course, my dear.' He sat up for a moment, unbuttoning his robes and his shirt, removing them quickly and tossing them over the far end of the couch. He then reached for her again, first tugging off her shirt so that his hands could find her bra, quickly unhooking it to release her breasts. His fingers toyed with each nipple in turn as Hermione watched him, her face flushed, a pleasured smile on her face.

Snape started to bring his hands between her legs again, but Hermione pushed them away. 'No. I want to see you, first.'

A surprised smirk came to his face as Hermione ran her hands down the pale, ropy muscles of his chest. On an impulse, her fingernails grazed his nipples, and her professor hissed with pleasure. Her fingers continued to trail down the sparsely-haired chest to his flat belly, and ultimately to his belt buckle. Her eyes flicked back to his before she started to fumble with the metal.

Grinning, he helped her with the belt, and Hermione's hands brushed against his erection through his wool trousers. The hard flesh came as a momentary surprise ' as soon as she realized what it was, she ran her fingertips over the material covering his cock. Her muscles shivered involuntarily, her nervousness apparent. She had never allowed anyone to touch her like this before, and she had certainly never had the opportunity to touch anyone else like this. Still, she had thought about this moment for so long ' particularly with Severus Snape as her partner ' that she only hesitated for a second. Her hand cupped his cock through his trousers before allowing Snape to unzip his slacks for her.

His cock sprang free of his trousers, and Hermione quickly brought her fingers to its tip, stroking it lightly. Snape gasped and reached for her wrist, holding it tightly. In a quick move, Hermione lowered her head, giving the tip of his cock a quick kiss before sitting up again and kissing Snape on the lips.

His mouth still exploring hers, Snape deftly unzipped her skirt. His fingers tugged at the material, but Hermione realized that she was going to have to stand up to take it off. Smiling shyly, she pulled back and stood up, kicking off her shoes before letting her skirt fall to the ground and stepping out of her panties.

She paused for a moment, resting her hands on her hips, studying Snape. His eyes met hers before they slid down her body. Hermione smiled, tilting her head to one side, as if to ask, 'So, what do you think?'

Snape nodded appreciatively, and removed his shoes before he too stood up and pulled the slacks down his well-defined thighs, removing them all together. He turned to Hermione, his cock standing out proudly from his body. He smiled at her, and pulled her to him, both their mouths hungry. Taking the initiative, he moved his hands between her legs and inserted a finger into her wet cleft, moving it slowly to spread her essence. Hermione held tightly to Snape as his fingers made lazy circles in her flesh. Her body was on fire, the heat between her legs almost unbearable.

'Please, Severus. Please make love to me.'

She heard a bitten off chuckle as his mouth met hers again, his tongue mimicking what she asked his body to do. He stopped, moving his mouth to her hair. 'Are you sure?'

'Please, Severus. Please. I've wanted you for so long.'

She felt his muscles tighten, and for a split-second she was afraid that he would reject her. 'Please.'

His eyes met hers, and he nodded briefly.

He gestured to the couch, 'Lie down. I'll take it slow. I don't want to hurt you.' His hand lingered on her cheek for a moment. Hermione nodded, smiling, her body feeling as though it was about to explode.

She lay down on the couch, her legs spread, one knee pressed against the back of the couch while her other foot rested on the floor. She could feel her own heat, and she knew her current position showed herself to her professor, her body completely accessible to him. 'Please,' she whispered again softly, hoping that he wouldn't decide that now was the time to come to his senses.

He nodded, kneeling on the couch. He supported himself with one hand on the back of the couch while his other hand moved between her legs, his fingers exploring her open wet flesh. She gasped as his thumb flicked against her clit while two fingers prepared her entrance for his body. He watched her carefully, the controlled lust burning black in the deep recesses of his eyes. Hermione moved her hips in time with his hand, her pulse hammering at the base of her neck.

Moving himself into position, Snape paused with his cock at the tip of her slick entrance. Hermione's eyes were wide, her breathing ragged. 'Please.'

The thrust was slow, her flesh spreading to accommodate him, a brief pain deep in her core before his body sunk all the way into hers. She heard his suck his breath through his teeth as his body entered hers. Feeling incredibly, deliciously full, Hermione smiled at Severus. Never had she ever imagined that it could feel this good. She moved her hips against him tentatively, and he responded with slow, deliberate thrusts, his mouth meeting hers, their tongues and hips moving in a time-proven rhythm.

As tightly excited as her body had been before his flesh entered hers, Hermione reached a new level of excitement, each stroke driving her further and further over the abyss, her vision narrowing to pinpoints as the dull heat between her legs erupted, fire coursing through her veins, every nerve of her body heated to a boiling point. A sensation so much richer, so much stronger than she had ever experienced alone ripped through her body.

Her dark-haired lover let her own excitement fuel his as his body sought release in hers.

Slowing their motions, Hermione rested her head against his chest, Severus' mouth was in her hair as he muttered soothing endearments, his body still joined with hers. The heat of their bodies cooled slowly, the two of them still cocooned in the sensations of each other's flesh. Hermione sighed contentedly, closing her eyes, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Moments later, without warning, she was startled out her reverie. Severus' skin felt hot, and began to rearrange itself, feeling as though animals were moving in a burlap sack. She opened her eyes and stared as the deep black eyes of Severus Snape turned to a stormy gray, his hair growing long and blonde as she watched, the hooked nose changing to an aristocratic profile. The body over her became more muscular, and the knees pinned her more aggressively.

She closed her eyes, hoping that she was in a hormone-induced nightmare that would end when she opened her eyes. Muttering a quick prayer to Mercury, the trickster of the gods, she opened her eyes.

And found herself staring into the rich gray eyes of Lucius Malfoy.

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A/N deux: See? I told you that it wouldn't be 100% consensual.... Heehee! I don't mean to be evil here, but it might take me a few days to update this one - I'm still working on Lucius' Bookshelves. Not to worry, though, I'll be back at this one. This one sort of grabbed me by the throat and forced me to write it.

However, please review this, as I'm curious to see what you think. I stole this idea from some of the Harry/Lucius and Draco/Lucius slash fics - where Draco or Lucius disguises himself as someone else to get at the person that they really want. This is slightly different, but I promise, this is a romance.

Again, let me know what you think! Thanks!
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