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The Prude	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 35329 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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                                                   Chapter Four: Reflection

While the new couple consummated their marriage in a far off hotel Draco Malfoy was dragging his new step-mother’s best friends into a pub on the edge of Knockturn Alley.

“Haven’t we drunk enough?” Weasley asked, swaying and blinking rapidly to try and stay awake.

“Nope,” Draco grinned and passed the hostess a couple of galleons as she led him to an exclusive VIP table in the back. Weasley was fairly pissed and appeared to be a sleepy drunk while Potter was grinning like a fool, he was the happy drunk. Once they were settled in at their table he ordered a round and then stared at the two people he had spent his school days hating, two people who were now going to be a permanent part of his life, like it or not.

“So…Granger and my dad…who’d have thought it,” he grinned around his glass and waited.

“I hope your father survives,” Ron snorted, tipping back his pint. Draco knew they would talk.

“Why is that? Granger in the habit of killing wizards?” he asked.

“Pffft….drains ‘em dry,” Harry said on a hiccup.

“How’s that?” Draco thought he should probably cut Potter off, the man obviously couldn’t hold his liquor and Draco had been plying him with it since the start of the reception.

“The woman is insashi…inesch….she can’t get enough,” Ron said, shaking his head. “It was always, ’More, Ron…harder…faster…again...do it this way…wake up, lets go again’ I was exhausted all the time and my cock hurt!” He winced as if recalling a past pain. “She didn’t care…made me take a healing potion and back on she’d climb….I loved her but damn she was just too much for me to handle.”

“He cried,” Harry was giggling like a ten year old girl. “He cried because his penis hurt…lied to her about working so he could rest his balls!”

“Is that right? Father got himself a little nympho, did he?” Draco chuckled, wondering just how his stick in the mud father was going to handle that. His father was a prude, no other word for it.

“Your father got himself a witch that never stops! If I were him I’d stock up on virility and healing potions,” Ron snorted.

“And ice for his balls,” Harry giggled again and Draco leaned back in the booth smirking. The situation got better by the minute, it was definitely going to be fun to watch.


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Lucius Malfoy sat in the strange hotel bed, his back propped up against the headboard while he reflected upon his marriage. Already it was vastly different from the first marriage in that he had consummated it without being in a bed. Without even lying down, and while part of him wanted to be horrified at his behavior he just couldn’t. It had been without a doubt the most incredible feeling in the world.

He looked down at the woman sprawled face down on the bed beside him. The tangled sheet of curls draped over the pillow, the sheet pushed low, one leg and buttock exposed. Her skin was so smooth, so soft that he had been amazed at how much he enjoyed touching it. She smelled sweet and she tasted even sweeter. He found himself craving the taste of her lips as she moaned softly and shifted against the mattress.

After their un-orthodox romp in the chair they had cleaned up and retired to the bed. It was a large bed, ridiculously large in fact and he had fully expected her to stay firmly on one side while he inhabited the other, it was normally how such things were done on the rare occasions that he and Narcissa had shared a room. After the chair he shouldn’t have been surprised when she slid across the sheets and curled up against his side, her creamy soft thigh draped over his pelvis. She sighed contentedly and began talking softly about how they could have a happy marriage if they could just try and be friends, how they could work together to make a wonderful life. She said she already knew that she was going to enjoy sharing his bed every night.

Sharing his bed. Every night. The witch wanted to sleep with him. Right there beside him and he really didn’t understand. He knew she was resigned to her fate, just as he was. But why would she be willing to try so hard to make it workable? Why would she want to try so hard to make their marriage a happy one?

He couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her, just barely letting his fingertips brush the smooth skin of her shoulder. He kept touching her, unable to stop himself. He had touched her in a similar fashion earlier, touching her cheek just below the fan of her lashes. Those lashes had fluttered briefly before slowly lifting to reveal sleepy, gold orbs that seemed to see what he couldn’t. Was it youth that brought her optimism? Her lips had lifted into a soft smile and her arms had twined around his neck. At her insistent tugging he found himself on top of her, settled between her thighs in a position that was more familiar to him. Only she hadn’t left her hands fisted at her side nor did she let them just rest on his shoulders. Her nails scratched lightly along his spine, causing him to groan and shiver as his skin prickled and his erection grew. She lifted her head and took his lips, kissing him gently, passionately while her hands explored his back and then curled over his buttocks, squeezing him, encouraging him to enter her.

For the first time ever he found himself making love to a woman twice in one night. It was slow and lazy with him moving at a steady pace between her thighs, their bodies sliding together in a perfect rhythm that stunned him. She moaned and whimpered, moved beneath him, whispered naughty words in his ear as she voiced her pleasure in his body. When he spilled himself inside her she had wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight, holding him inside her until he softened and slipped from her naturally.

He had fallen asleep again after that, sleeping deeply for several hours before his natural body clock woke him. If he were at home he would have gotten up and headed to his study where work was always waiting to be done managing his vast fortune and business holdings. But he wasn’t at home. He was in a posh hotel with his wife. On holiday. On his honeymoon.

He slipped from the bed, careful not to wake her and made his way to the bathroom. He leaned over the side of the tub and ran himself a hot bath. While the tub filled he relieved himself, brushed his teeth and shaved, all while wondering what life held for him. He stepped into the tub, his tight and aching muscles rejoicing as he sank into the hot water. He was unaccustomed to such activity and his back and thighs were protesting. He sighed, reclining against the back of the tub for a moment before sliding below the surface to wet his hair.

When he resurfaced he was no longer alone. His wife was standing in the doorway wrapped in the bed sheet watching him. He pushed his wet hair back and met her gaze. She was a mess yet he thought her beautiful. How was that possible? When did he stop looking at her and seeing a filthy mudblood?

“Good morning, Husband,” she said, smiling.

“Good morning….Wife,” he said, embarrassed at the rough sound of his voice. “Sorry if I woke you.”

“No…you didn’t,” she said as she crossed the room and stood by the tub for just a second. She dropped the sheet, baring her body to him for only a moment before she stepped into his bath with him.

“What are you doing?” Surely she didn’t intend to share his bath! Such things were vulgar and base and …. Unsanitary!

“I’m taking a bath…with you,” she said as she moved behind him, bracketing him with her thighs and urging him to lie back against her. “Relax, Lucius, couples often share their bath.”

“Not in my family they don’t.” he frowned, trying to relax against her but it was difficult when he could feel the hard tips of her breast against his shoulders and the soft tickle of her nether curls at the small of his back. “Why are you being nice to me, Hermione? You don’t have to be, you have no reason to be.”

The witch sighed and he felt her relax behind him. It felt odd to be reclining between her splayed thighs while she stroked his hair. Odd…yet pleasant. It made him wary, wondering if a hex was going to be cast as soon as his back was turned, or if she was going to poison his food slowly over the next year. He didn’t want to believe that maybe the witch was actually attracted to him, that maybe she meant what she said about finding a way to be happy together. He was a death eater, he wasn’t entitled to happy.

“I am so tired of holding on to the past. If I continuously judge you and others by mistakes you have repented for then I am no better than the people who judge me simply because I was born to muggle parents,” she said softly. “Life is too short, as you know, to go through it hating people. Have I forgotten your past? No, I have a very vivid memory of the evil things you did. But not as vivid as the memories of you fighting to save your family, of the disgust in your eyes when you watched Bellatrix torture me in your parlor. Those things stand out more to me because they showed that your whole heart wasn’t dark, you weren’t completely convinced that you were doing what was right, some part of you held back and wondered,” she said. “I am choosing to build our marriage based on that part of you. I don’t want to be unhappy all my life, Lucius, I don’t want you to be unhappy either. We have no alternatives aside from giving up who we are, this is it, for better or worse until death do us part. I want to strive for the better.”

“You are awfully young to be so … wise,” he said, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of her fingers gently massaging the back of his neck. She was very touchy he noticed. He had noticed it at the wedding reception when she had kept a hand on his arm the entire evening as they moved about and conversed with their guests. He had of course noticed it when they were engaging in intercourse, her hands were everywhere and had even left marks on his back and shoulders. He wasn’t accustomed to being touched so much but for the life of him he couldn’t bring himself to ask her to stop.

“You aren’t the first to tell me that,” she smiled. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I was angry, don’t get me wrong, I have no wish to be married again,” he said, resting his hand on her knee where it stuck up out of the water. “I suppose that I have just become accustomed to the Ministry dictating my life. I have learned to just accept that I gave up any right to running my own life in exchange for life outside of prison. It could have been worse, you are intelligent, attractive…I believe you will be a good mother to our children. If you mean what you say…I am willing to build a friendship with you.”

“But we aren’t just friends, are we? We are lovers too,” she said, sliding her hands down his chest. She began to lightly strum his nipples, smiling when she saw the head of his cock peeking above the surface of the water. “Did you enjoy last night?”

“Which time?” he gasped, groaning at the unusual sensation of having his nipples stimulated.

“Both. I enjoyed it very much,” she whispered in his ear, tracing it with the tip of her tongue.

“It was…ahhh…yes, yes, I enjoyed it,” he said hoarsely, shuddering in the witch’s arms.

“It’s only going to get better,” she said before nibbling on his earlobe. “You are going to be the happiest wizard in England with me as your wife, Lucius, I swear it.”

She began nibbling, kissing and suckling her way down the side of his neck. She loved how he trembled when she reached a particularly sensitive spot. His hands had slid from her knees to her thighs without him realizing it, his fingers flexing in the supple flesh over and over as she seduced him.

“We only have to do this three times per week,” he said, panting as her slippery fingers tickled his navel. “This would be three times in twelve hours.”

“Do you only wish to do it three times per week?” she asked, swirling her fingertips in the downy hair trailing below his belly button leading to the fully erect flesh bobbing in the water. “I think that would be a shame when we get on so well.”

“I-I don’t w-want to t-take advantage…ooohhhh!” He couldn’t think straight when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed, slowly drawing her hand upwards.

“Oh you won’t be…I want to,” she said, grazing his pulse with her teeth. “In fact…let’s just forget about that little requirement, shall we? We are going to do this as often as we want and I think that we will more than fulfill the ministries demands.”

“Ah…yes…yes…” he groaned and arched into her hand, thrusting through her fist because he couldn’t help himself.

“It just occurred to me that I invaded your bath…I didn’t even consider that you might enjoy a wank with your morning bath or shower,” she whispered, twisting her fingers gently at the head and causing him to moan and arch even more into her touch. “Did I disrupt your routine?”

“N-no…oh gods, woman…” he whimpered, a pitiful sound that had her smiling.

“You never wank in the shower?” she taunted.

“N-not often…ugh…” He was under her spell, there was no doubt in his mind that he was bewitched by her. Why else would he be conversing about his masturbatory habits? Because he was afraid that she might stop the delicious torture she was inflicting upon his cock if he didn’t answer her questions.

“Feel good?” she asked, stroking his nipple with her other hand.

“Yesssss,” he hissed through his teeth.

“Do you want me to finish you….or do you want to come inside me?” she asked, still stroking him beneath the water. “I want you inside me, Lucius, I love how well you fill me….” She blinked in surprise at how quickly he turned over. He was on his knees between her thighs, his hands gripping her behind the knees as he lifted her, forcing her to grip the edge of the tub to keep from sliding under.

He wasn’t thinking about propriety at all as he positioned himself at her entrance. He wasn’t thinking about anything other than getting inside her as fast and as deep as he possibly could. He closed his eyes and grunted as he sank fully into her, letting the water buoy her weight as he slid through the slippery heat that had him acting like a mindless brute.

Hermione didn’t mind, seeing him out of control and so desperate for her excited her. She just held on and enjoyed the ride while watching her handsome husband’s expressive face. Every slack mouthed groan and pleasured grimace told her just how much he enjoyed what he was doing to her. She was certainly enjoying it, his intense reactions spurring her own. Who would have ever thought that she would be the one to debauch a Malfoy?

He wasn’t thinking, he was feeling and Merlin it felt good. His little wife was so warm, tight and responsive! She wrapped her legs tight around his hips and held on, grinding against his every thrust as best she could while she panted and whimpered her encouragement. It was ridiculous behavior for a man his age yet he couldn’t stop, didn’t want to! She felt incredible, sex felt incredible. She pleaded with him, harder…faster…and he complied until they were coming together with audible force, water splashing out of the tub and soaking the floor.

“Hermione…” he growled, his hands sliding to her backside and digging in to the cushiony flesh as he tried to dig deeper inside her. She could tell he was going to come by the intense, almost panicked expression on his face and the realization that she had brought him to that desperation pushed her to the precipice of her own release.

“Yes…yes…come for me…come for me,” she said, her voice broken and raspy as she tightened her thighs around him. He thrust hard and deep, holding himself steady as his cock pulsed and pumped his seed into her. The sound of his deep bellow triggered her own release, a sweet rippling orgasm that had her trembling in his arms as he fell forward, splashing into the water as he took her under with him.

They struggled, sputtering to the surface and sucking in much needed air while they spat the soapy water back out. Lucius found himself sitting with his back to the tub and his wife in his lap, her hair clinging to her face and shoulders making her look a bit like a drowned rat. He pushed her hair back and stared into her eyes, waiting for her to yell at him for getting her hair wet. But she didn’t yell, she didn’t cry or begin fussing. The witch started laughing, throwing her arms around his neck and planting a rather enthusiastic kiss on his shocked lips.

“Oh, Lucius, what a way to start our first day as husband and wife!”
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