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In the Dossiers of Snakes	By : SarahRae Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lucius: the Cobra of Charm
Hermione walked back and sat heavily in her desk chair. The next pendent was a beautiful piece of tigers eye, a swirling LM shining on the surface. Ah the beautiful Lord Malfoy.
She leaned back, her long legs resting on the edge of her desk.
**A month Ago**

She waited for the portkey to activate, Merlin only knew where Lucius had decided to take up residence this month. But if one owns over a dozen different properties all over the globe - it would be an awful waste not to use them once in a while.
She knew wherever it was, Lucius would expect her to be properly dressed. She was wrapped in a halter style dress of plum purple. The back was low cut and the skirt flowed around her knees. Her hair was pinned up in an elegant knot, small curls framing her face.
She felt the distinct pull of the portkey as she was suddenly whisked away to some unknown luxury locale.   She reappeared on a balcony over looking a calm sea.
“Welcome sweets, you look ravishing this evening.” Came the seductive purr of Lord Malfoy.
“Sea front villa, how cliché Lucius.” She teased as his hands slid down her shoulders.

“Mykonos not to your liking?” he asked his fingers teasing her bare back and slipping slightly below the low line of the dress.
“It is gorgeous, just like all of your other houses Lord Malfoy.”
“All the better to ravish you in my dear.” He leaned down and kissed her bare neck and over to her shoulder.
“I am here on behalf of Orpheus.” She chided

“Business first then; pleasure second.” He huffed on her ear. “Come, I believe I am in need of a drink.”

Once they had their preferred beverage, whiskey and wine respectively, they settled in the sitting area; the Lord in his chair, Hermione on the settee next to him.
“So what does Orpheus ask of me?” he asked staring intently at the witch perched to his right.
“I am in need of a seduction Lucius.” She looked up into his darkening silver eyes.
“That is easily done sweets.” He purred, running his fingers down her cleavage.
She stopped his hand before it could cup her breast completely, and smiled at him.
“Not me, my Lord, a Miss Cornelia Dros.”
“You come to me- in that dress- and ask me to charm another witch?” He half teased Hermione.
“You may know her uncle and guardian, Kirill Lebedev.”
“Lebedev? As in the richest wizard in Eastern Europe?”
“The one and only.”

“Who also happens to possess enough Pureblood idealism to make even the most hardened Death Eater blush?”
“He happens to be funding a rogue group of wizards, and our intel shows that he is about to transfer a large sum of money to said group.”

“So I am going under the pretense of business deals and wooing his young ward?” Lucius deduced.
“If you accept the mission.” Hermione offered the choice.
“On one condition, tonight I practice my seduction skills on you my sweet.” He leaned down to look into her lovely eyes.
She smiled and leaned up to kiss his lips lightly. “Of course my Lord.”

She took her position, kneeling between his knees. Her hand moved up the expensive and perfectly tailored black linen pants.

She trailed her hands up his thighs, to his waistcoat. She gently removed the pocket watch she had given him. Inside the beautifully made cover was a piece of tiger's eye with her initials on it; their connection to each other.
She began the process of divesting him of his finery. From his Malfoy family ring to the fine leather belt with a silver snake-head clasp, complete with emerald eyes.
Once everything was safely placed aside, Hermione settled again in between his thighs, resting her warm hands on his legs, rubbing gently at the tight muscles.
Lucius smiled down at the pretty young witch. He reached forward, behind her neck and unclasped the hook holding the top of her dress.
The fabric fell, revealing her soft round breasts to the white light of the moon.
“You are delicious my sweet.” He praised, his fingers ghosting over the plump swells and swirling around the hard tips.
“Thank you my Lord.” She answered while nuzzling into the hardening length beneath his trousers, feeling his cock twitch at the attention. “Shall I taste you now my Lord?” she asked looking up at the regal wizard through her dark lashes.

“Yes,” he replied as her fingers worked the buttons of his fly.
They both moaned as his erection was freed and the moist crown quickly engulfed between her red stained lips.
“Yesssss.” He hissed, slipping his hand into the elegant knot, pushing the pins away and letting her long curls spill over his hand.

She moaned in response to the tight grip on her hair. Lucius always knew the right boundaries to push to bring her pleasure.

Hermione pulled him deep into her mouth, and he held her there for a moment before pulling her away.
“You are far too talented at that sweets- I want more of you.” He stood over her and smiled, pulling the dress down to leave her with nothing but a scrap of black lace around her hips.
“I want you to go lay out on the balcony, I will join you shortly.” She smiled and followed his direction, feeling his hot gaze trail her movements.

She had not noticed the lavish lounge off to the side when she had arrived. It was a sumptuous bed of pillows and silk drapes around the white pillars.
She made herself comfortable, closing her eyes and enjoying the soothing crash of the water below.
“You are a vision.” Came the smooth voice of Lord Malfoy.
Hermione looked up to see the Nordic god himself, dressed in only a loose fitting pair of drawstring pants.
“And so are you.” She countered and he smirked down at her.
“Arms up sweets.” He ordered.

She raised her hands above her head and he crawled over her to straddle her hips. He took long satin ties from beneath the pillows, and with practiced easy wrapped her wrists and fastened the satin to the pillars.

He took his time running his hands and mouth over her sensitive flesh, stripping her of her last bit of clothing and then tying her legs wide.

Hermione, by this point, was teetering on the edge of glorious insanity. Lucius had used only the barest of touches to drive her to the brink of bliss and back.

“Do you want to cum my sweet?” he asked leaning over her, his long blond hair teasing her nipples.
“Yes please my Lord,” she answered tilting her hips as best as she could in offering.
“Are you ready for me?” he teased, knowing she was dripping wet.
“Yes my Lord, please!” she begged
Without further ado Lucius pushed himself fully inside of the willing little witch. Her back arched as she whimpered. He pushed hard, feeling her over-stimulated body react to his rough treatment.

When he felt the first fluttering of her muscles he spelled away the ties and flipped her onto her knees. With a firm grip on her thighs Lucius rode her hard into the pillows. She threw her head back and let go a sweet whimper of pleasure, her body clamping so tight on his erection he was forced to stay still as she came down from the clouds.

Lucius pulled away and laid her carefully down on the pillows. Hermione smiled up and opened her thighs. He settled comfortably and sought his own pleasure.
It did not take long before they were both happily sated and lounging on the soft bed.

Lucius smiled honestly at the small witch curled around his side, her legs wrapped around his, her little fingers sleepily stroking his chest.

As much as he hated the idea of wooing some other witch, he would do anything for her.
**Three weeks Later**
The time was running short. Hermione was sitting in her favorite chair at home, staring into the flames of her fireplace when the tiger's eye glowed hot on her chest.
~Finances are all in order, the file will be on your desk tomorrow.~

She slumped back in her chair and smiled, another one of her wizard's home safe.   She pulled a box from the drawer next to her that held two chains, each holding a fire opal.
One held an H and the other a D.

AN: The weight of the mission grows heavy on Hermione and the hope of the mission is in the hands of one young wizard...

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