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Nothing Sensual About It	By : ShilohDarke Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 10770 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I know, I know... Pretty big delay in this chapter... But I just had some issues in my heart as to if this was progressing as it should. Three rewrites and this is STILL what my muse wanted... I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 3 A New Day

Hermione awoke as the house elf popped into her room. “G’mornin’ Miss. Master asked to bring the Miss her breakfast. So has it here.” The little elf smiled wide then and Hermione couldn’t help but return it.

As she sat up, she looked the tiny creature over. Her smile grew as she took her appearance in. This house elf was not what she would have expected. This one was fully dressed in a maids uniform, with matching slippers and a bright pink ribbon tied around her left ear. Hermione thanked her. “You didn’t have to bring me breakfast. I should probably be going before I wear out my welcome.”

The elf’s eyes widened and she shook her head. “Oh, Misses can’t leave. Master sent out many messages to important others about Miss taking time to heal old wounds and rest.” She hopped from foot to foot as she continued. “Master will be unhappy if Miss leaves.”

Hermione held up her hand in a gesture to calm the tiny thing. “It’s okay . . . uhm . . . what’s your name?” she groaned inwardly for not asking earlier in their conversation.

The little house elf beamed, “Eliza, Master named after that girl in the Muggle musical. She was the Dolittle lady.”

Hermione dropped her jaw for a moment at that revelation. Lucius Malfoy was interested in Muggle movies? Not just a movie, but a Musical, no less; My Fair Lady? Seriously? Smiling at Eliza, she asked, “You’re having me on, then, aren’t you? Lucius Malfoy watches Muggle movies?” She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Now I’ve heard everything.”

Eliza smiled even wider. “Oh, Master has his own collection, Miss. He frequently visits the theaters to see them, too.” Hermione couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her at that. Malfoy watched movies. Would wonders never cease?

Eliza snapped her fingers, and a tray laden with fresh baked bread, cheese, eggs and bacon appeared beside the bed. Hermione’s stomach growled as the smell hit her. As she picked up a fork, a decanter appeared and poured orange juice into the glass.

The elf then asked, “Would Miss enjoy tea with milk and honey? Or coffee? The Master has a special blend that is brought from the states; Somewhere in Lou-eez-ee-ana. Eliza loves it.” She gestured to herself, whispering, “But Master says Eliza bounces off walls when Eliza drinks it.”

Hermione couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face as she listened to the little elf babble happily. She could just hear Eliza Doolittle singing that song, ‘Just you wait, Henry Higgins.’ She nodded, “I’d love some Coffee, Eliza. It sounds divine.”

With a wink, the elf popped out and Hermione started to tuck in to her food. She quickly found, she was rather hungry. The coffee appeared on the edge of her tray, just as she brought a piece of bacon to her lips. The aroma brought a smile to her face. She was familiar with the coffee. Her parents ordered it as well. Her first taste had been when she was sixteen and her mother had told her she was old enough to enjoy the drink.

The memory evoked a sad sigh from her, and she closed her eyes against the pain. She had been so lost in the memory, she missed the soft rap at her door. When Lucius’ voice came, she jumped, spilling coffe in her lap. Gasping loud enough he heard, she jumped up and pulled the nightshift away from her lap. It was of little use; the scalding pain was already there.

The wizard slammed the door open, and came barging into the room with his wand ready. Looking around, he stopped short when he saw Hermione standing next to the bed, holding the gown up past her thigh. Swallowing hard at the ache that immediately settled in genitals, he cleared his throat softly and started to turn away. “Forgive me—,” he started, but stopped hn he saw the angry red welt on her thigh.

Forgetting his arousal, he moved to kneel beside her, and appraise the wound. “What happened?” His concern was evident in his voice as well as his expression and Hermione blushed in ashamed embarrassment.

Shaking her head, she sighed, “I’m a clumsy fool.” Her voice when she answered was tearful and Lucius looked up at her words.

Finding his feet, he, gently wiped a tear from her cheek and growled. “No one who dances the Tango so perfectly can be accused of being clumsy, Hermione.” His voice was soft and sent tremors through her entire being. She offered him a small smile as he cupped her cheek and leaned down to graze her lips gently.

The kiss was so tender, it stole her breath. There was no demand to it, but a silken promise of what could be, if she so desired. When he pulled back, he stared into her eyes with his beautiful grey ones. “Good morning.”

She couldn’t break the gaze as she answered in turn, “Good morning.” Slowly, he stepped back from her and looked down where she was still holding her gown up. “I should have some salve for that.” Turning, he strode purposefully into the bathroom, then back a few moments later, carrying a small jar.

She watched as he moved to sit on her bed, and stood awkwardly, looking down at him as he opened the container. When she seemed to stay frozen, holding the bottom of her gown in her hands, Lucius looked up at her with a small smile, “Hermione, sit and let me take care of that for you.”

She seemed to have a moment of indecision before she finally sank down onto the mattress beside him. “I can do it.” She offered, reaching for the salve, which he immediately held out of her reach.

His eyes sparkled as he returned, “And let me miss out on the pleasure I can receive by caring for you? I think not.” As he spoke, he gently pried the hem of her gown from her, and raised it just enough so as to expose her scalded thigh. Then, he took his first and second fingers, and dipped it into the salve.

Hermione watched as his hand came out with a generous portion of the ointment coating his fingers. So gently Hermione wasn’t even sure he was touching her, Lucius spread the salve over her red irritated skin. The relief was almost instant and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her, although she wasn’t sure if it was because of the pain ceasing, or the touch of his fingers on her flesh.

She found herself watching him closely as he took special care with her tender skin. She bit her lip to stifle yet another moan when his hand moved closer to the bare apex of her thigh. Did he realize how close he was to touching the part of her that was aching for him? She fought to stay calm as his hand continued to rub the ointment in, even though the pain had long since vanished.

She watched his movements as his other hand rested on her other thigh. Gently, the fingers of that hand moved in small circles against her skin. The touch was electrifying and she had to remind herself to breathe deeply so not to give her reaction away as he touched her so tenderly.

She wanted him to touch her. She wanted his hands to travel the small length to her center and show her just what his perfect, experienced hands could do. She wanted to give in to her own desires and let her hands run through his hair and pull his head up to meet hers.

Watching, she felt butterflies flitter in her stomach as his hands traced over her skin, closer to where she ached for him to be. After a few moments of his tender ministrations, he groaned softly and shifted away from her. “Forgive me. I believe I presume too much.”

As he made to rise, Hermione felt a moments panic at just the thought of him leaving. Grabbing his hand, she forced him to turn back toward her. When their eyes met, they both read the emotions evident on the others face. Desperate to keep him from leaving the room, Hermione spoke softly. “I don’t want you to leave.” She squeezed his hand and urged him to sit back down beside her.

Even as he slowly sat on the mattress, he hesitated. “I’m not sure you are ready for me to stay.” His voice was soft and rich, reminding her of the feel of silk wrapping around her. His free hand brushed a stray curl away from her face before cupping her cheek. “You are exquisite and I am holding on to my control by a thin thread, my dear.

“If I stay, I will make love to you.” He looked away from her then. “You deserve to be truly courted and find your inner happiness before such a thing happens.”

Hermione watched the determination flit across his face before she reacted. He didn’t know what hit him. One minute, he was simply sitting beside her, holding her hand. The next, he was on his back on the mattress with her straddling him, holding his wrists up as she spoke. “I deserve to make my own decisions, for once.” She bent and kissed his cheek lightly before raising up to meet his silvery gaze. “I deserve to have a man make love to me without making me feel as if I am below him later.”

She lowered herself fully so her breasts touched his chest as she grazed his lips with hers. “Be that man, Lucius. I need to feel like I am not a pariah.” Her voice broke and she took a ragged breath. “Please, show me I can be the woman I want to be.”

His hands came up to frame her face, making her look in his eyes as he asked, “What woman do you want to be? Tell me.”

She didn’t hesitate. “Beautiful; desirable, Let me find out what it’s like to have a man want me once, and then want me again later.” She stopped and lifted up a little away from him. “At least if you will. Want me later, that is. You may not. Ron didn’t after the one time.”

Faster than she could think, he wrapped her in his arms and twisted, pinning her beneath him. “I want you.” He spoke in a voice full of passion. “I’ve been fascinated by you since you showed such bravery when Bellatrix tortured you.” His lips claimed hers then, his tongue dancing into her mouth to twine with hers.

She gasped at his sudden movement, but answered his passion with her own. Her hands moved to thread through his hair, pulling him closer as her legs move to wrap around him. She couldn’t get him close enough and moaned in frustration at his clothes. With silent magic, she vanished then before he knew what was happening.

When Hermione grasped his engorged length, Lucius realized he was naked and rolled off of her. Ignoring her protest, he looked down at himself, before turning back to her with a raised eyebrow. “That’s not playing fair, you little minx.”

For a moment, she feared he’d redress himself and leave her. Instead, he move to lie beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close. When he spoke, it was with a soft, tender voice. “I’m not going anywhere, love. But I don’t want us to go this fast.”

She closed her eyes to hide the pain she felt at his rejection. He didn’t really want her. She had known he couldn’t have. She tried to pull away but Lucius held firm. “Hermione, look at me.” He ordered gently but with a firmness that commanded her obedience. Trying to not let herself appear too upset, she turned her head and looked at him.

Lucius leaned down and kissed her again then before continuing. “I know that you think I am rejecting you, but you are wrong.” His eyes held hers and she found she couldn’t look away. “The reason I am being so patient and not trying to claim you yet I because I want you to be sure. I don’t want you to look back months from now and believe any relationship we build is a mistake.”

She rolled her eyes. “I just want you to want me. Is that so bad?” she tried then to disentangle herself from him, but he wouldn’t have it. Suddenly, she found herself below him with his erection pressing against her core.

His eyes were dark with desire and determination. His hands found the edge of her nightshift and he held it up just a bit as he spoke. “I am trying to give you time; to be sure. I am trying to give you the opportunity to be certain I am who you want.

“Hermione, I am not a nice man. I am a demanding lover and I have a history; a history which follows me and tends to make some people quite nervous.” She opened her mouth to argue she didn’t care, but he cut her off, rubbing the head of his heat over her clit. “I know you want me right now. But what if after we do this, you change your mind? What if you decide you had made a bad choice? It would be too late because once I claim you. . . Once I give myself to you and take you as mine, there will be no turning back.”

These words spoken gave her pause. “What do you mean; no turning back? Are you going to stalk me even if I’m a flop in bed? Like I said, Ron was with me once, then never wanted me again.”

Lucius hissed, taking himself in hand and rubbing her labia, coating himself in her moisture. Closing his eyes against the satin feel of her, he worked to keep himself from giving in to temptation until he knew she understood what he was trying to say. “I mean, my beautiful witch; if I claim your body, then I claim the rest of you as well. I am a Malfoy. We do not limit ourselves to a simple ceremony with our lovers.”

As he spoke, he rubbed himself against her heat again and used a thumb to run a light touch over her clit. She shivered with desire and arched her back, even as she asked, “What do you do?”

He stilled, and met her eyes again. “Hermione, I did not force Narcissa to soul bond with me when we married. She had refused, saying she always knew her life would be short.” His hands rested on her belly and he found himself admiring her soft skin. “but if you accept me as your lover, then you will accept my soul joining with yours.” He paused, then growled out, “I will not be left alone again.”

Her eyes widened and she smiled widely as his words sank in. She could barely believe what he said. He wanted to link his soul to hers. It was a rare practice anymore and was a ceremony which called for old Celtic rites to be performed. Part of her was surprised at his admission. Her brain screamed at her. To link with him in such a way would be a loss of her independence. But even as she admitted that to herself, she also knew immediately it was what she wanted.

She too was tired of being alone. She wanted someone in her life who would know all her secrets, fears, and insecurities, but love her anyway. Her eyes held his as she reached down and grabbed him, stroking him slowly. With no hesitation in her voice, she spoke the first part of the Celtic joining she had memorized by heart when she was younger. “I accept you and all that comes with you; your heart, your flaws, your life, your love and your soul. If you’ll have me, I am yours. I give you all that I am, freely.”

Lucius’ eyes widened for a moment as he felt the warmth of their combined magics surround and envelope them. As he watched, her skin became illuminated and her eyes seemed to glow. He knew from the look on her face, she was seeing the same thing from him. Gripping the edge of her gown in both hands, he ripped it in one smooth motion from foot to neck, making her cry out in aroused excitement.

When her breasts were exposed to him, he bent to suckle at a nipple for a moment before moving to hold her gaze with his again. For a moment, he simply watched her. Then his voice seemed to resonate through the room. “I belong to me as I to you. I ask your soul to twine with mine.” Then, with one powerful thrust, he filled her completely.

She cried out and held to him as the first wave of magical orgasm washed over the two of them. His seed filled her, but instead of softening, he grew harder. Slowly at first, he moved within her. But the feel of her tightness surrounding him felt too exquisite and he found himself moving faster, thrusting deeper.

Hermione could not stop herself from lifting to meet him as he consumed her. She tilted and tightened and ached when he’d withdraw. The feeling was unlike any other experience she had ever had. Gasping, she arched her back and used her feet to lift her core closer as he moved inside her.

As the second orgasm began to build, Lucius whispered in a way that had shivers coursing through her. “Mine! Mine!”

She felt surprised at herself. Once, she would have refused him and any idea of ownership. But now, that seemed to mean little. Holding him close, she whispered back, “Mine,” and tugged gently on his hair so he would look at her.

His face froze as he looked at her, and his expression seemed to melt into a small smile . For a second or two there was silence between them. Then he smiled and whispered the answer she wanted. “Yours.”
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