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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 3

Oh gods. She closed her eyes again quickly. Ohgodsohgodsohgods. This could not be happening. Absolutely not happening at all. She opened her eyes again, and was met with a smugly grinning Lucius Malfoy on top of her. Actually, still in her. Oh gods.

'So sorry that you had to see my little deception, Hermione. I thought I'd take it slow since it was your first time. Unfortunately, the polyjuice potion wore off sooner than I had anticipated. But I really wanted to make sure you had a good time.' The gentleness in his voice was disconcerting, and Hermione tried to struggle. Lucius was decidedly stronger than she was, and he had the added advantage of positioning. 'I strongly suggest that you not say anything about this. It would be a shame if the board of governors were to hear tales of the Head Girl trying to seduce her esteemed Potions master.' He paused, a rare sentiment illuminating his face. 'I am certain that that would be grounds for dismissal. For both you and Severus. And I would hate to see that happen.'

'I would suggest that you leave now, though, Hermione. As much as I have enjoyed this, I have other tasks to address.' Lucius pushed himself off her, his gaze lingering on her face. She was surprised to see that even his eyes reflected an uncharacteristic tenderness. Pushing that thought away, Hermione scrambled to gather up her clothes and threw on her robe, her eyes trying to avoid the still-naked blonde figure standing in the middle of the office. Fleeing, she only barely heard the Death Eater's last words. 'This was quite pleasurable. And while I hate to belittle my old friend, Severus does not have my skill. Your first time could have been decidedly unpleasant. I wanted you to enjoy this. I know I did.'

She dashed from the dungeons up to her private bathroom and warded the door, her heart pounding. Her first reaction was to see if it would be physically possible to drown herself in her bathtub. Dismissing that thought quickly, she wondered how many hexes she could hit Lucius Malfoy with the next time she saw him before he killed her. That idea was rejected for being completely impractical, although she was briefly satisfied with the image of a blonde-haired slug.

Stepping into the bath, her thoughts quickly turned to herself. Damn. She tried to convince herself that her body had reacted because she thought it was Severus. And maybe she did, partially. But she knew all too well that it was what was under the skin that controlled the body, not the appearance. Which meant that all the caresses, kisses, touches ' everything ' was Lucius, and not her potions master. And she'd had an absolutely incredible orgasm at the hands and body of Lucius Malfoy. Mithras' horns!

Even now, as she thought of those hands on her body, between her legs, she felt her body respond deep in her core. Circe be damned! How could her body betray her like this?! Frantically, she tried to conjure up one of her many mental images of Severus, but even her brain betrayed her, as all she could envision was Lucius' tender gaze. Trying to banish his briefly caring glance, Hermione even attempted to remember all the terrifying encounters she'd ever had with the blonde wizard. And still, all she could envision was the well-muscled ivory skin and slate grey eyes, the pleased but caring smile on his face. And the statuesque form of his body as he stood naked in Severus' office.

Gods. Why did she keep thinking about that fantastically perfect body? And that hair of his? Compared to Severus' body, well, there really wasn't any comparison, in truth. As soon as that thought struck her, she began to giggle hysterically at the absurdity of her whole situation. In fact, she laughed, I should be thanking Lucius for letting me compare his body with Severus'! Clearly, all Death Eaters were not equal!

She sobered quickly at that thought. Severus was a spy for the Order. Lucius, well, he was just evil. Surely the fact that he was at Hogwarts, disguised as Severus was proof of that. But damn it. Why did he have to ruin his completely evil nature by looking so concerned? Looking like he actually cared about her enjoyment? Damn him for actually looking human.

Bastard. Evil bastard. And what the hell was he doing here, anyway? Where was Severus? What was Lucius doing here? Why the hell was he trying to pass himself off as Severus? A cold bolt of fear shot through her. Still, how could Lucius be here without anyone being able to tell? If the Marauders' Map could show the real identity of anyone, surely Dumbledore had things that could do the same. So did he know that Lucius was here? Occupying her mind with that problem left her subconscious free to sift through the more intimate details of her encounter with Lucius.

Quite a while later Hermione emerged from her bath, her skin pink, her muscles decidedly more relaxed. She felt calmer, and the experience of opening her eyes and seeing Lucius Malfoy instead of her potions master had almost been relegated to a dream status, her heart lurching only occasionally when she thought about the encounter.

Crawling into bed, exhausted, she quickly fell into a blissful sleep.

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Walking into the potions classroom, she found him intently stirring the contents of a cauldron. She approached him but he didn't turn around. She reached her hands to his shoulders, and ran her fingers down his black-robed back before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her head against his back. Hearing a chuckled of delight, Hermione loosened her arms as her professor turned to face her. His arms found her and tightened protectively around her body. She looked up and saw the now familiar grey eyes and blonde hair of Lucius Malfoy. Her heart leapt, thrilled. His mouth sought hers, his tongue gently parting her lips before tenderly exploring her mouth. She laced her fingers in his loose long hair, pulling his head greedily to hers.

He groaned deep in his throat as he allowed her mouth to subjugate his. His fingers sought the buttons of her blouse, his touch trailing along as each inch of bare flesh is revealed. She gasped, releasing his mouth, watching his lips curve into a lazy smile as he bents to kiss her neck, his tongue teasing her skin. Hermione arched her back, her body trembling with excitement.

Her hands slide from his hair, down his back, her fingers brushing over the taut buttocks before sliding around his hips to stroke the hard flesh through his trousers. The blonde-haired wizard responded by nipping at the flesh above her breasts now accessible to him. She shrugged out of her blouse, and he stroked her already hard nipples through her lacy bra. Hermione felt the thick heat between her legs begin to radiate throughout her body, and quickly removed her bra.

'Lucius, I need you, please.' The words came unbidden, and yet she didn't find herself surprised.

He responded with a nod. 'Of course, my dear.' His tongue delicately stroked each nipple to a hard point while his hands unbuttoned her jeans. Hermione shuddered as to the waves of fire that penetrated to her core, her body responding to every hint of movement from Lucius' hands. He slid his hand into her panties, his fingers stroking her wet flesh seeking her hard nub of flesh. Gasping, Hermione felt her legs go weak as the fire in her body became incandescent. The white heat rolled through her body, her mind and body converging as she gave herself over to the sensations. 'Luciusss''

Hermione woke with a start at hearing her own voice. Her own voice calling for Lucius. Her heart was pounding as she thanked the gods for not having roommates.

Gods! Did she really want him? The wetness between her legs, and the hard points of her nipples suggested that she was aroused. And while they had been in the potions classroom, it had most definitely been Lucius in her dream. And she had wanted him. Really wanted him. Closing her eyes, she could see those grey eyes, the sparkle of concern, and faint look of humor lurking there. The dream had been so real. She could feel him ' his hardness, the muscles of his back his arms. She could almost even smell the faint hint of sage that she now associated with him.

Her body was still hot, and the banked fire kept the room warm. She got out of bed, taking off her nightgown. She walked to the window and opened it a crack, the air cooling the sweat on her skin, but not quenching the fire between her legs. Her hand inched between her legs, her fingers stroking herself, spreading her own wetness on her flesh. Her movements became faster as she sought release, her mind focusing on the blonde wizard with the captivating eyes. Her thrusts became harder, more urgent, her groans more guttural as her body reached its peak. As in her dreams, Lucius' name escaped as a hiss from her lips as she crested.

Her pulse pounding, her motions slowed, and the cool air felt welcoming against her hot flesh. Thor's balls! How could this man arouse her so completely? He was a Death Eater. And one with very particular and well-publicized views on Muggle-born witches. She sighed. Was she just a game for him? After all, how many people had he deflowered in his long history? Damn him. And yet he had said that he had enjoyed it. His voice had been gentle. He could have raped her at any time ' he was strong enough that he could have just taken her the minute she walked in the door, if he had wanted to. And yet he had been affectionate. Knowing she was a virgin, he had even taken it slowly when he entered her. And had purged any desires for her potions master in the process.

Damn him. Lucius had left her wanting him. Dreaming about him. Damn.

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Hermione spent most of the Sunday in the library. The weather had turned cold and rainy, and she had a great deal of work to get done. Surprisingly, Lucius had actually had some good suggestions about her project, and she wanted to look a little further into those possibilities. Her mind drifted frequently, and she found herself running her fingertips along the bare skin of her throat absentmindedly.

Her only distraction came when Draco entered the library, obviously determined to get in and out as quickly as possible. Her heart had quickened its pace when she first saw the blonde hair, even though she immediately knew that it couldn't be the man haunting her dreams. Still she watched Draco out of the corner of her eye. He was definitely no match for his father. He just didn't have the commanding presence, the confident air, or even the intense gaze of the older man.

She had been distracted as she headed down to dinner, but luckily Harry and Ron had both attributed it to a scholarly preoccupation. Lavender had made a point of asking her if she was doing something different with her skin, as it seemed to be glowing more than usual. Hermione simply shrugged, attributing it to a lotion her mother had sent her. She had only managed to dissuade her friend by promising to let her try some.

As she walked to the head table, she noticed that Severus' seat was still vacant. She couldn't help but wonder if that meant that Lucius was still in the castle. The fear that something had happened to her potions master niggled at her, but a glance at the headmaster showed him to be looking untroubled. And if there was anything wrong with one of his professors, it would have been apparent on his face.

Still, she decided, she'd go to the dungeons after dinner. She'd be able to see if Severus was there. If she saw the blue glass vial, she'd assume it was Lucius. If he was still there, she was going to ask him a few questions. She wanted a few answers.

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A/N: I am interested in your opinion on this. Part of me thinks that she got interested in Lucius awfully quickly. On the other hand, having once been a teen-age girl, and knowing how quickly my own affections changed after kissing someone, I think it's sort of realistic. (At least for me it was, and so I see no reason why her thoughts wouldn't change after an intensely enjoyable physical experience'. The dream just sort of enhanced it all). Anyway, let me know what you think.

I appreciate the reviews that I got on the first part of this story ' Lucius-Hermione pairings are (for me, at least!) a lot harder than Severus-Hermione ones, and I am glad to hear that you are enjoying this. My work situation may be changing somewhat (my boss volunteered me for a brainless and yet time-consuming task, but it hasn't started yet), but I will try to update as I get more chapters of this done. Again, thanks for the reviews ' I enjoy hearing your thoughts on this!
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