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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 Five: Home Sweet Home

Lucius sat in his favorite chair before the fireplace in the ‘family parlor’ with a glass of fire-whiskey in one hand a newspaper in the other. He was reading all about his wedding in the social pages wondering why anyone cared. Despite all that he had done to make amends he was still a bit of a social pariah and he didn’t think that marrying the Ministry’s golden girl was going to make that big of a difference in people’s wariness of him.   He stared at the photograph of them that replayed the wedding kiss over and over with mixed emotions. His honeymoon had certainly been surprising. Not to mention exhausting. The witch had endless energy and enthusiasm for bed-sport while he was just trying to get used to the idea of a marital bed that wasn’t cold and perfunctory.

His energetic new bride had made herself scarce since they returned home early in the afternoon. He assumed that she was getting herself settled and allowing him the opportunity to check up on his businesses and speak with Draco. She had said very little over dinner, excusing herself early to handle some correspondence. He figured that the business conversation between he and Draco was boring her and she was trying to be polite. Or was she just uncomfortable being in his home again? He looked over at Draco who was reclining on the sofa flipping through a Quidditch journal and was suddenly struck by how uncomfortable the silence was. It had never bothered him before to sit and read quietly with his family at the end of the day. It was what they had done after dinner for as long as he could remember, even before Narcissa had passed. But after a week of marriage to a woman who talked almost incessantly the silence had him fidgeting in irritation, craving conversation.

He looked up to see Hermione enter the room and immediately sat up straight. He had developed an almost pavlovian response to his wife in the short week since their nuptials. Chances were that if she was near he was in some state of arousal. It was uncomfortable and embarrassing while at the same time intriguing. As was her unusual state of dress. She had changed out of her simple skirt and blouse and was now wearing a pair of snug cotton leggings and a large jumper. His jumper to be exact though he couldn’t begin to recall the last time he had worn it. She had the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the hem reached her knees. She had on a pair of black and crème striped socks with individual sleeves for each of her toes.

She had let her hair down, the soft, slightly frizzy curls curling over her shoulders and dancing down her back. He was immediately reminded of how young she is. Twenty five years younger than himself, half his age to be exact. He waited for the irritation to come, the guilt and shame that plagued him when they had first been betrothed. He never understood exactly why he had felt bad, he had done nothing wrong, he hadnt even considered it. Lucius was not a man who sat about daydreaming about the fairer sex...well, he hadn't been. Things were different now that he had married the witch and gotten a taste of what life was like with a woman that desired him, who seemed to crave his attention. He seemed to think of little else.

"Good evening, Husband," she said, giving him a soft, welcoming smile as she settled onto the arm of his chair and slid her arm across his shoulders.

"Good evening, Wife," he responded in the greeting that had become habit in their first week together. He was growing accustomed to her easy affections, no longer shocked by her casual touches and familiar mannerisms. He realized that touching others was how she communicated, it was how she connected and could be seen in the casual manner in which she would touch her friends while they conversed. With any one else he might have found it offensive and vulgar but with her it was somehow alright. He dared to admit that he enjoyed it.

"Business over for tonight?" she asked, stroking a lock of hair between her fingers.

"I believe so...Draco and I were just reading," he said, his fingers flexing beside her hip, unsure what he was supposed to do with it since she was sitting on the arm of his chair. As if she were reading his mind she reached back and placed his hand on her hip, chuckling lightly when his fingers dug into the soft flesh.

"How are you this evening, Draco?" She asked, looking over at the young man watching them curiously from the sofa. Hermione didnt doubt that he was shocked to see her cozied up to his father. No doubt he figured the two of them would be dueling in the back garden before ever becoming intimate.

"I'm good, Granger, how are you?" he asked thinking it strange to see his father allowing her to invade his personal space. He wasnt a man who invited personal contact, certainly not physical affection. Yet there he sat, his witch practically in his lap, fondling her backside while she played with his hair. Curiouser and Curiouser.

"Malfoy," Lucius said.

"Pardon me?" Draco looked at his father to see him frowning.

"You called her Granger, her name is Malfoy now," Lucius said.

"How about we settle for Hermione?" She interrupted, a bit startled by Lucius's correction. "And I am just fine."

"Fine, Hermione, how was France?" Draco asked.

"It was lovely," she said, her smile stretching ear to ear.

"Did you visit the Louvre?" He asked conversationally.

"No, we didnt," she said.

"The Eifel tower?"

"No," she said.

"Champagne? Notre Dame?"

"Um..no and no," she laughed.

"Did you leave the hotel?" he smirked. He had been joking but nearly choked on his laughter when he saw his fathers face darken. "You didn't leave the hotel for a week?"

"No...wait, we did! We went to dinner once!" she said.

"Once? You ate once in a week?"

"No, we went out to eat once in a week, we ordered room service the rest of the time," she said.

"Why? What did you do..." He was cut off when his father cleared his throat. "Oh...eww."

"This conversation is inappropriate," Lucius said roughly.

"He's not bothering me, we're family now, besides, the boys say far worse around me," she said laughing. "They forget I am a female I think."

"I doubt that," Lucius scoffed.

"Really? An ENTIRE week?" Draco wasn't at all chagrined by his fathers glare. "I...how..but...you're FIFTY!"

"I know how old I am, Draco," Lucius snapped. He wasnt one for having personal conversations with anyone outside of Severus, certainly not with his son.

"Do you? You could have a coronary trying to shag like a young man! You could have died!" He was having a go at his father and he knew that Hermione could tell, his father on the other hand didn’t understand his sense of humor.

"Nonsense, Draco. Your father did just fine," Hermione laughed, pressing a kiss to her irritated husband's brow. "I took it easy on him."

"You took it easy on me?" Lucius suddenly looked panicked.

"Oh yes...very easy," she whispered, running her tongue over her lips.

"I think he's going to faint," Draco said in concern as he watched his father pale

considerably.

“N-no…I’m f-fine,” he stammered. “Draco, would you excuse us?”

“You aren’t going to…you know…in the family parlor are you?” he asked.

“Draco…now.” Draco knew that tone and he knew better than to argue with it. He gathered up his magazine and left them alone, suddenly anxious for the safety of his bed chamber. He closed the door behind him, giving the unusual pair one last, puzzled stare before he retired for the night.

Lucius stared at the door curiously when he heard the lock turn, engaged by his son. Surely he didn’t believe they were going to be engaging in intercourse in the family parlor?

“Are you going to scold me, Lucius? Is that why you sent Draco away?” she asked.

“No, I just wanted to speak with you in private about our…relationship,” he said. He shivered when she ran her fingers down the side of his throat.

“Oh?” She slid her fingers beneath his shirt collar, tracing along the delicate skin beneath the fabric until she could loosen the button at his throat.

“What did you mean when you said you took it easy on me? We…made love…at least twice a day every day of our honeymoon…four times one day…I am concerned that maybe you have a problem,” he furrowed his brow reached up to stop her hand. “Are you an addict?”

She stared at him with wide eyes for a moment and then her lips began to twitch and within seconds she was laughing loudly, shifting herself directly into his lap.

“Oh,Lucius,” she laughed, pressing her lips against his lightly. “No, I am not a sex addict,” she said, tapping the slight cleft in his chin with her index finger. “I like sex, a lot. I really like sex with you. Before we were married I hadn’t been with a man in over a year, I’m just making up for lost time.”

"About this 'taking it easy' issue..." He wasnt sure how he managed to find the coherancy to speak with her wriggling on his lap and slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Once I realized that you weren't the sexual deviant I had imagined you to be I realized that we were going to have to build you up, increase your stamina," she said. "There is so much that we haven’t done."

She slid her hand inside his open shirt and stroked the smooth, heated skin of his chest. She loved to touch him. She enjoyed being near him and that surprised her. She really hadn’t expected to like her husband. She fully expected to find him only tolerable, instead she was quickly growing rather fond of the quiet, serious wizard she had married.

“Such as?” he croaked. She was stroking his nipples with her fingertip and it drove him insane. He never imagined such a thing could feel so good!

“Oh there are many positions and places for us to try. Not to mention toys and games, anal sex.” He stiffened and she felt him swallow hard, the muscles of his throat working beneath her lips as she continued her nibbling. “There is oral sex.” She whispered in his ear, biting into the fleshy lobe and eliciting a gasp. She loved how vocal he was about his pleasure. She especially loved it when he lost control, his hoarse shouts and tortured groans were like a drug, she couldn’t get enough.

“What?” he asked hoarsely.

“You do like oral sex, don’t you, Lucius?” She purred into his ear, her fingers tweaking one of his tight nipples.

“I…I…don’t….aaaaghhhh….” His eyes were closed and his head fell back in defeat as he gave himself over to the woman who played him like a finely tuned instrument. He was helpless to refuse her. Resisting her never crossed his mind. In fact, nothing crossed his mind when she was near, one whiff of her soft perfume and he was a mindless zombie ready and willing to do her bidding. It pricked his pride that he was so weak, a veritable slave to his libido. Yet while his lack of control irked him he couldn’t resist, he craved what she made him feel, he craved her attention, her affection like an addict craved the fix.

“You’ve never done it before, have you?” she asked softly, a smile creeping across her lips. “You’ve never felt a hot, wet mouth wrapped around your cock, sucking and stroking you.” His chest rumbled with a guttural groan that had her wriggling against his aroused cock excitedly. “Have you ever performed it?” she asked, smirking when he arched on eye brow and cocked open one eye.   “On a woman, have you ever buried your face between a pair of soft thighs and tongued a woman to orgasm?”

“No,” he said, his face flushing. She licked her lips and pushed his shirt open, sliding off of his lap to kneel on the floor between his legs.

“I’m not disappointed by that all,” she said as she dragged her nails lightly down his chest and abdomen. “I get to train you.”

“To do what?” he asked hoarsely as she began tugging his shirt from his trousers and then began to open the pinstriped slacks.

“I get to train you to pleasure me with your mouth. You have a delightfully wicked tongue, Lucius, I intend to show you how to put it to good use,” she said, curling her fingers into his waistband and tugging his trousers down. He shifted, lifting his hips so that she could pull them to his ankles leaving him reclining in his chair wearing his open shirt and his trousers bunched at his feet. “But right now I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing.”

She wrapped her fingers around the impressive erection lying heavily against his belly and held him firmly at his base. His cock now stood proudly from the nest of golden curls. His fingers were biting into the arms of the chair and his teeth were clenched painfully, the muscle in his jaw twitching from the force of it. She drew his foreskin back and revealed the purple hued tip weeping cloudy tears of anticipation and he groaned loudly. He watched her, holding his breath as she licked her lips and then ducked her head, circling the pulsing head with a light circling of her tongue.

“Hermione!” Her name came out as more of a grunt than an exclamation and she smiled up at him for a moment before slowly dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft. She was fairly certain that his death grip on the chair was the only thing keeping him seated as his breath hissed in and then held. She decided to interpret it as encouragement and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, slowly sucking his length into her mouth. “Aaaarrrrggghhhh….” His thighs trembled and she felt him pulsing against her tongue as she began to suckle, slowly sliding her mouth up and down his shaft.

She pressed her tongue up tight against the sensitive underside letting the rough surface stimulate him. From the way he was throbbing and the strangled gurgling sounds coming from his throat she figured he was going to come soon. She wrapped her hand around him and slowly began to pump his shaft in time with her suckling strokes. She loved being able to teach him, being able to guide him through one of life’s greatest pleasures.

He was getting progressively louder, his body tensing and his balls drawing up tight to his body. The sounds he made when they were making love excited her more than anything ever had. To be the one who made the quiet, contemplative wizard lose all control was a powerful aphrodisiac.

“Hermione…stop….stop….I cant….oh…oh…oh gods….” She sucked harder and brought her hand down to caress his balls, sliding her fingers behind them to stroke the smooth skin of his perineum. His inarticulate growl echoed off of the wood paneling, startling her for a moment as he began to shake. His hands left the arms of the chair and burrowed into her hair. He held her tight and lifted his hips, trying in vain to move deeper into her mouth as his creamy essence spurted into her throat again and again. She kept sucking and stroking, listening to his cries and enjoying his pleasure nearly as much as he was.

It wasn’t until he finally stilled and began to soften that she released him from the vacuum of her mouth. He looked dazed as he sat slumped in the chair, damp tendrils of platinum hair clinging to his face and neck as he panted and struggled for breath. She thought that he looked rather beautiful so disheveled.

“You alright?” she asked, stroking his thighs lightly.

“Ungh,” he grunted in reply. She smiled and slowly climbed back into his lap, curling up against his chest and resting her head on his shoulder.

“So, how did you like it?” she asked.

“I feel like you sucked my soul right out of me,” he said tiredly.

“Then I did it right,” she chuckled.

“You make me feel inept at times,” he confessed quietly.

“I don’t mean to. You aren’t inept…just inexperienced. I like it. I like being the person bringing something good into your life,” she said, idly stroking the center of his chest with her fingertips. “I have no complaints so far in this marriage…aside from the fact that you are very quiet.”

“A quiet life is a trouble free life I have learned,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. He knew that she liked it when he held her, she had told him so. “I don’t want any more trouble in my life.”

“Neither do I,” she said on a yawn. “Ready for bed?”

“To sleep or to…” He figured he didn’t need to complete the thought, she would understand.

“Either…or both,” she smiled. “Take me to bed, Lucius.” She whispered softly. He tightened his arms around her and stood, a whispered spell put his trousers back to rights as he adjusted her comfortably against him. He could have apparated them to their bedchamber but he liked the feel of her against him, the weight of her in his arms. So he carried her across the room, the door opening as he neared, magic making it a little easier for him as he carried his wife up to bed.

Alright...its been a while, I know...grad school leaves little time for anything else....this isnt my best work...its a bit mindless actually, something I wrote for stress relief....if you remember my patters, its first 5 chapters then on every other day til completion...yes, its 100% complete this mindless PWP!
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