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Accidental Blood Bond	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 45429 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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The next morning Lucius invited Ginny to stay for breakfast. Draco sat across from both girls, uneasily looking at them until Hermione became exasperated.

"Honestly, Draco, we're much better now! I might add you did a wonderful job in getting us safely home."

Lucius on the other hand, was amused by his son's wary visage. "If you're unnerved by two witches befalling slightly ill, then you really ought to heed where you put your wand, lest you get one of your paramours in a family way. Might I remind you of how Narcissa was when she carried you?" he sneered.

Draco looked positively scandalized at the thought of getting someone pregnant. Lucius smirked down into his eggs, and Hermione and Ginny were kicking each other beneath the table, fighting back a fit of hysterical laughter.

"Yeah well…I'm off. Ginny, it was a pleasure, Hermione I'll see you later. Father…"

"Goodbye, Draco," Lucius drawled, winking across the table at Hermione.

After the younger Malfoy disappeared in a flash of green at the hearth, the two witches nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. Their mirth was contagious and soon Lucius found himself chuckling along with them.

"I don't know who my son thinks he's fooling; bringing a different witch in here every other night."

Hermione's eyes promptly widened as she bit her bottom lip, wondering how Lucius had found out.

"Yes, Hermione, I know everything that goes on in this house," he stated seeing the look of horror on her face. "Sometimes, I just humor Draco by letting him carry on with his so-called clandestine activities, purely because it's entertaining."

After breakfast was over, Ginny and Hermione stood before the large fireplace in the drawing room, hugging each other goodbye.

"Ginevra, don't be shy, you're welcome to visit Hermione whenever you'd like," Lucius told her planting a kiss across her knuckles that caused her cheeks to flame and match her hair.

"Mr. Malfoy, thank you for your hospitality. Hermione love, I'll see you during the week. Do try and take care of my bathtub, will you?"

After Ginny disappeared into the Floo network, Lucius looked at Hermione with an amused expression.

"She fell in love with my bathroom," she explained. "Rightfully so; at home she has to share with her brothers and Harry. A girl needs time to stop and smell the flowers…so to speak."

"Is that why you bought an unending supply of bath oils?" Lucius queried.

"Laugh now, my dear Lucius!" Hermione replied, doing a little twirl in place. "But I guarantee that you'll be clamoring to borrow my bath goodies."

"Or, I might just come to your bathroom, and we'll share your, pardon me, Ginevra's tub together," he smirked.

Stopping short, Hermione looked at Lucius through narrowed eyes. "If I'm not mistaken, I'd think you were trying to get into my knickers, Mr. Malfoy," she said boldly.

"And what if you're not mistaken?" Lucius replied suggestively, stealthily walking up behind Hermione and firmly wrapping an arm around her waist.

Feeling Lucius' solid chest pressing into her back, Hermione's briefly appearing audacity vanished. She nearly squeaked when she felt his lips press against the nape of her neck.

"Do you mean to tell me this is all it took for me to change that Gryffindor lioness' roar to a purr?" he teased, his lips now teasing her right earlobe.

Hermione involuntarily melted into Lucius' touch, feeling her skin prickle beneath her clothes. Clutching onto the hand gripping her waist, Hermione was unable to suppress the moan that escaped her lips.

"Wait a minute!" she quipped, trying to disentangle her body from Lucius' arm. Feeling totally discombobulated, she stood back and looked up at the slyly smiling blonde wizard.

Turning on her heel, Hermione walked towards the staircase in hopes of slowing her erratically beating heart in the privacy of her room.

After seeing the look on Hermione's face, Lucius decided to not pursue her. She'd fled with a look of mixed panic and raw pleasure on her face all unleashed by a one simple touch. Of all the reactions he'd noticed after touching a witch, Hermionie's flighty one had been a first. Laughing to himself he walked off to his study.

Once Hermione was feeling more reasonable, she took one of her new books and perched herself across the sofa in the solarium. She still felt slightly childish for running away from Lucius even if her actions had seemed justifiable at the time.

She'd only snogged two other people in her life; Ron and Viktor. With Ron it had been slightly awkward as he seemed intent on choking her with his tongue. With Viktor it was slightly better as he was older and had more experience, but his hands kept delving to the front of her dress and Hermione had spent more time focused on slapping them away.

Despite the lackluster kiss that she and Lucius had already shared, Hermione knew that she'd have been lying to herself if she said that she didn't want to do it again. Then he'd caught her unawares and pressed his lips to the back of her neck, and her knees nearly gave out from beneath her at the unexpected yet delicious sensation.

Hermione could picture Ginny turning red with laughter, picturing her running away from Lucius. 'I shouldn't tell her,' she thought to herself, knowing very well that she would anyway. Ligilimency had nothing on Ginny Weasley when she wanted to pry information out of Hermione.

Lucius and Hermione had dinner alone that night, as Draco sent an owl stating that he had a date. Thankfully, Lucius hadn't asked why Hermione left him alone in the drawing room, although he seemed to have the damndest smug visage on his face whenever he looked at her.

"If you keep your face like that, it's going to freeze in place," she threatened him.

Recalcitrant by nature, Lucius continued with his teasing behavior, laughing when Hermione called him incorrigible underneath her breath.

The next week rolled around, and as usual Hermione found herself at the Burrow. After dinner she and Ginny were reclining on her bedroom floor with their sock covered feet dangling on the edge of her bed.

After telling Ginny what happened the morning she left after breakfast, just as she suspected, she'd cried with laughter until her face was flushed.

"But why did you run like that Hermione?" she finally managed to gasp out.

"Honestly, I couldn't tell you!" she replied.

"Rubbish!" Ginny retorted, smirking at her friend.

"What are you two going on about?" Ron's voice suddenly came from the doorway.

Both girls sat up and reclined against the bed, looking at the sulky redhead leaning against the doorjamb.

Ginny gestured to Hermione as if to say, 'see what I have to deal with?'

"Don't you ever knock, Ron?" she asked.

Ron merely stood pouting in response, Harry peeking over his shoulder and into the room.

"Hi Harry," Hermione greeted. "Hello, Ron."

"Say Hermione, why does Ginny get to visit you at your flat and Harry and I get treated like lepers?" Ron asked rather accusingly.

"As always Ronald, your tact is outstandingly charming," Hermione replied. "No wizards allowed. Witches only. You are over or under qualified, depending on the witch that's counting."

Harry covered his mouth, a smile on his lips. Pushing past his pouting friend he walked over to Ginny and gave her a small peck on the lips.

"Ginny, you should tell Hermione that she should invite us all over for dinner at her new place," Ron continued, walking into the room and perching himself on a chair.

Ginny rolled her eyes, not wanting to start a fight with her brother.

"Ron, come off it," Harry said, knowing that his mate was about to behave like a world class git.

Hermione sat with her lips pressed tightly, using her wand to make shapes in the air. Her monthly was due that week and her nerves were already on edge; Ron now dancing on the last one. Not wanting to say something that she'd regret, Hermione knew that silence was her best option at the moment for all parties involved.

Ron on the other hand, should have been warned by Hermione's ominous silence but wasn't and persisted on badgering her.

"I mean, c'mon Hermione. We've known each other for how long? What is it; do you have some new bloke buying you those fancy dresses?"

"Ronald," Hermione said warningly, her wand moving faster in front of her.

"Leave her alone, Ron," Ginny urged seeing the familiar glint in Hermione's eye.

"Or are you ashamed of us all of a sudden? Is that it?" he pressed.

"Ronald, I'm warning you now, I am not in the mood for your peevishness," Hermione crisply told him.

"Why not, Hermione?" Ron retorted drawing her name out.

Her anger finally boiling over, Hermione pointed her wand at Ron and shouted 'langlock!'

"Now that you're unable to speak, let me get a word or two in. Grow. Up. Besides don't you already have a girlfriend, Lenore remember? Instead of annoying the hell out of me you should have your lips glued to her face," Hermione hissed.

Hastily getting to her feet, Hermione shoved her feet in her shoes and snatched up her belongings. She then walked over to her two friends and hugged them. "Ginny, Harry, I love you and I'll see you later. As for you, you spoiled little prat," she continued. Pointing her wand at Ron, she muttered'finite incantatem' and stalked out of the room.

Ron remained behind, wide eyed and a hangdog look on his face, his sister and best friend shooting him dirty looks.

After telling the rest of the Weasley family 'goodnight', Hermione strode out of the Burrow and walked towards the Apparition point and made her way back home.

Hermione spent her next afternoon at Hogwarts. She'd had no students to tutor and had gone straight to the Potions laboratory, perusing the list of things that Severus asked her to make. She was still seething with anger over her fight with Ron, and was grateful for the task at hand hoping that it would serve to distract her.

Feeling a wisp of pain beginning in her abdomen, Hermione decided to brew a simple pain potion knowing that it would come in handy. She'd already brewed the potions that Severus requested, and had just poured her own into a vial when she heard a loud commotion in the hallway.

Setting the vial in the wire stand on the counter top, she dashed out to find two boys fighting. The third year Ravenclaw and Slytherin were rolling and tussling about on the floor in a flurry of black robes with their schoolbooks scattered about. To make matters worse the group surrounding them were cheering the boys on, each from their respective houses. Hermione tried breaking up the fight only to fall flat on her bum striking her tailbone.

The portraits must have made haste to warn the headmaster because shortly thereafter Snape came striding down the halls, his black robes billowing about in his wake. With a murderous look on his face, his hand shot out as he helped Hermione up.

"Are you alright?" he asked gruffly, now yanking up each boy by the scruff of their necks.

"Yes, thank you," she winced, dusting off the back of her slacks.

"Thirty points from Ravenclaw and Slytherin-each," his deep voice thundered, already carting the boys off towards his office.

The group that had been standing by watching their schoolmates scuffle had already scampered off. Hermione licked her wounds as she went back into the laboratory. Deciding that she'd had enough excitement for the day, she left the school, completing forgetting about her pain potion in the wire stand.

Later that night at dinner, Hermione was feeling the pain of her impending cycle and remembered leaving her potion behind. Swearing inwardly, she fought to get down as much of her meal as possible before excusing herself.

Lucius noticed the stressed look on Hermione's face and chalked it up to her being in a strop with one of her so-called best friends. She wasn't in a talkative mood at the table and hadn't minded leaving before Tipsy brought out dessert.

Her stomach and back now rivaling each other in discomfort, Hermione ran bath water as hot as she was able to stand and poured in a generous amount of lavender bubble bath. Thick white foam threatened to spill over the edge of the porcelain and down the dais, but Hermione found that she could care less.

After disrobing, she sank into the fluffy, lavender scented suds and nearly wept with joy at the hot water caressing her agitated body. Her breasts had been achy and irritated all day, and the temptation to rip her bra off and set an incinerating spell to it had been great.

Hermione soaked in her tub until the water grew tepid. After drying off and putting on a pair of pajamas that were soft and the least irritant to her skin, she curled up on her bed. She felt exhausted but not sleepy. Feeling an uncomfortable pull in her stomach again, Hermione cursed the little miscreants that distracted her and made her leave behind the bitter tasting yet much needed liquid relief.

After forcing her eyes shut, which proved to be unfruitful, Hermione realized that she'd been in such a hurry to get to her bedroom that she'd skipped out on dessert. Inwardly debating whether or not she felt like trekking down to the kitchen, she lost the war of wills as her sweet tooth reigned.

Tying her matching silk peach robe over her pajamas and sticking the wand in its sash, Hermione slid her feet into leather house slippers.

The light of her wand illuminating her way, Hermione softly padded her way down the stairs and through the house. Finally making her way to the kitchen, she used her wand to light the vast area and screamed shrilly when she found Lucius perched comfortably on a stool at the large marble island. He was clad in his black satin quilted dressing robe and leather slippers, a cup of tea and tin of chocolate biscuits in front of him.

The blonde wizard was seemingly unaffected by her screams and promptly laughed when he saw her brown eyes go wide as an owl's.

"What the devil are you doing sitting in the dark?" Hermione shrieked, tossing her wand onto the marble countertop.

"Well, I was having a late night snack, enjoying the quiet until you changed that," he drawled, lifting up his teacup.

"Fine, Lucius, but in the dark?" she hissed.

"What, you've never had tea and biscuits whilst sitting in pitch black?" he asked, feigning shock. Lucius chucked when he saw Hermione glowering at him. "Actually, I've been here for the past fifteen minutes when I heard you creeping about. Honestly, between you and Draco, stealth is neither of your fortes. You make more noise than a team of trolls clomping about. So I decided to have a little fun with it."

Still huffing angrily, Hermione took a seat across from Lucius at the counter.

"You know, these biscuits are delicious," he remarked conversationally, removing another from the tin. "I don't remember the house elves making these before."

"That's because they didn't make them; I did," Hermione finally said, her voice still tight.

"You know how to bake?" Lucius asked incredulously.

"Yes," she replied sarcastically. "I actually came down here in hopes of some - if you haven't eaten them all," Hermione continued. "In fact, I had them hidden in the pantry, how did you find them?"

"Were you not listening when I told you that no secrets go unturned in my house?" Lucius smirked, pushing the half full tin in Hermione's direction.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione plucked out a biscuit and bit into it.

"I don't think I've met anyone that knows how to bake; at least not without magic," Lucius mused.

"Well, I had to if I wanted any sweets," Hermione replied after swallowing. "My parents were both dentists-that means they fixed people's teeth- and they didn't believe in any sugary treats or sweets at home. So if I had a craving for junk food, I had to make it myself."

Lucius nodded, reaching for another biscuit.

"I'm in need of sweets because I didn't have dessert; what's your excuse?" she suddenly asked.

"I didn't either," he replied. "After you dashed off, I didn't feel like sitting alone so I told Tipsy that I was done with my meal."

"I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly," Hermione apologized.

"I'm rude; I haven't offered you any tea. Would you care for some?" Lucius then asked.

"Oh no, I'm fine thank you," she replied.

After devouring two more biscuits, Hermione found that she needed something to wash it down with. Sliding Lucius' teacup from in front of him, she took a sip and then pushed it back.

"Cheeky little witch. Didn't I ask if you wanted some of your own?" Lucius asked, arching a slender eyebrow.

"When you asked me, I didn't at that moment. But right now I needed just a taste to wash the crumbs down. Besides, you've already eaten most my biscuits! Are you really going to begrudge me for a lousy sip of your tea?"

"Well, maybe now I need a little taste of my own," he replied suggestively.

Hermione watched with widened brown eyes as Lucius sealed the tin of biscuits and pushed them to the middle of the counter. He got down from his stool and walked over in front of Hermione. Pulling her to the edge of her stool, he then prostrated himself between her peach pajama covered knees.

"This is a bad idea, Lucius," she murmured, her lips a few inches from his chest.

"And why is that, Hermione?" he drawled, slipping a hand to the back of her head and gently fisting the wayward curls. Bending his head down towards Hermione's, he gently brushed his lips across hers. "Because you can't run away from me right now?"

"Because," she countered, reeling from the sensation of his lips touching hers. "I still don't know some things about you, and I have the feeling that you're about to snog me senseless."

"Well, what do you want to know?" he asked softly, his lips making its way to the soft underside of her jaw.

Gasping at the contact, Hermione's hands flew to his robe covered shoulders, her fingers digging into the slippery material.

"When is your birthday?" she asked.

"August ninth," came the swift answer muffled against her face.

"It figures, damned vain Leo that you are," Hermione quipped, trembling at the feeling of Lucius' warm breath blowing against her neck.

"Coincidence or fate?" Lucius purred. "Either way it's quite fitting, don't you think so Gryffindor princess?"

Shaking her head slightly, Hermione continued with her interrogation.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Grey, black and dark blue."

"What, no Slytherin green?"

"No, my discerning eye prefers a muted or forest green." His parted lips then moved to trace along Hermione's collarbone, causing her to inhale sharply. Lucius still had one hand wound about in her curls, bending her head to allow access at his whim.

Feeling Lucius wrap his other arm around her waist, Hermione found that she was unable protest against him pulling her body against his. He was now busy kissing the other side of her neck, and she felt her resolve slipping rapidly.

"Isn't there anything you want to ask me?" she asked, feeling her breath quicken by the minute.

"Your birthday is September 19, and you favor dusty rose, light blue, and, oddly enough, the color of parchment. You don't give a nifler's arse about clothes and shoes, but you'd empty my vault on books and bubble bath if I'd let you. You love anything with chocolate and hate onion in your food unless it's been finely minced. Now do you need me to go on? Because believe me, I more than able to."

Hermione sat agog, flummoxed that Lucius knew so much about her without her even saying it.

"Alright, what is it Hermione? Clearly something is bothering you," Lucius said, moving back to look directly in her face.

Hermione hesitated slightly, her hands still resting on Lucius' shoulders.

"Spit it out, witch," Lucius urged. "We have all night, and half a tin of your biscuits to finish along the way if need be."

"Fine!" she erupted. "It's your kisses; they're too damned…persuasive! You make me lose my head and it's discomfiting." Hermione bristled seeing the wizard's cocky visage. "Don't look at me like that, Lucius."

"While your words stroke my ego in more ways than I care to count, please tell me what your issue is with being unable to let go? Why do you feel the need to be in control of everything?"

"Are you kidding me? If I give into you, I'll be the one that ends up getting cast to the side when you get bored. I already see how Draco tears through witches on a daily basis; what makes me so different?"

"For one, Hermione, this makes you different," Lucius said pointing at her head. "As for the rest, I'll pause for a second just to humor you. Draco is a young man that is unattached. Yes, I worry about my son, but believe me, he'll come around when he finds a witch to bring him to heel. I, on the other hand, have neither the time, patience nor inclination to pass time with these little tarts. Those days have come and gone.

"Yes, although, we might not have come together under savory circumstances, I'd be remiss if I didn't admit that I've grown fond of your annoyingly bossy and omniscient ways; but I'd rather be stuck with a witch that buries her head in a book all day instead of one focused on painting her face and changing the draperies every other week.

"So, Hermione, stop overanalyzing this and just do what you feel. You've always trusted your judgment, why start second guessing yourself now?"

Completely floored by now, Hermione was unable to speak for awhile. "I'm not the only know-it-all around here," she finally said.

"Of course you aren't, but as you've already pointed out, I'm a vain Leo; do you really expect me to list my own flaws?" Lucius replied, laughing throatily. "Now, as I told you before, Miss Granger, get on with it."

"Do you know that you are utterly and positively contumacious?" Hermione said.

"See? There's a word I'm willing to guarantee that none of Draco's paramours are familiar with."

"Oh shush, will you?" Hermione replied exasperatedly, pulling Lucius closer by his robe's lapels.

Hermione tasted remnants of the tea and chocolate biscuits on Lucius' lips as they gently moved against hers. Briefly cracking one eye open, she found that he was ardently kissing her with both of his eyes closed.

Hermione felt her mind growing muddled, and soon shut her eye becoming lost in the kiss. Like everything else, Lucius was skilled enough at kissing, turning Hermione's brain to mush. Feeling her body grow flushed as he gently sucked on her lower lip, Hermione twined both arms around his neck subconsciously pulling Lucius closer.

"I feel like a randy sixteen year old," Lucius rumbled, his lips moving to the crook of Hermione's neck. "Hiding in my parent's house, snogging away in the kitchen."

"Oh, was that a normal thing for you?" Hermione asked breathlessly.

"No, I merely meant so figuratively," he replied, moving his hands to Hermione's waist. His fingers digging into her skin through the thin silk, Lucius was unaware that he was slowly inching Hermione further along the stool until her back hit the counter, her breasts flattening against his chest.

Hermione had been enjoying the feel of Lucius' body against hers until his embrace became a little too snug. Her sensitive nipples caught the brunt of his lust, causing a jolt of pain that made Hermione jump.

"What's wrong?" he asked when she gently pushed him back.

Holding an arm up across her chest, Hermione waited until the resonating throbbing stopped. "They're a bit sore right now," she said after awhile.

Lucius raised an eyebrow, waiting for a further explanation.

"I cast a hex at my best friend, came prowling through your house at night for chocolate and my chest feels like it has a growth charm placed on it; you figure it out," Hermione said.

"I see."

"And on top of that my back is killing me. It doesn't help that I got knocked over by a couple of third years fighting in the hall," she muttered.

"How did you manage that?" he asked confusedly.

"Breaking up the fight."

Hermione shrugged her shoulders when Lucius shook his head at her. "I wasn't going to let them continue fighting! Granted, they were only third years but these kids are getting bigger and burlier every day."

"I'm going to have a word with Severus when I see him," Lucius replied. "Now, get your wand, let's go back upstairs."

After Lucius used his own wand to turn off the lights in the kitchen, Hermione trailed behind as they made their way through the dimly lit house. He walked to Hermione's room first, shocking her when he followed her inside and shut the door.

Hermione sat down on her bed, watching as Lucius disappeared into her bathroom. When he came back out he was holding one of her little glass bottles. "I guess it's a good thing you bought this?" he said, walking over to the bed bearing the lasciviously labeled bottle of massage oil.

"I hadn't actually meant to purchase that," she stammered, remembering the suggestive words on the back of the bottle.

"I don't judge," Lucius replied with a smirk. After taking off his robe and pajama top he draped both items over the back of the armchair and crawled onto the bed next to Hermione. "Take off your robe."

"Excuse me?"

"Take off your robe. I don't think this will wash out of silk, and it would be a shame to ruin those pretty pajamas."

"Lucius, I'm fine, really," Hermione protested.

"Stop fighting me, witch," he drawled. "Take off the bloody robe-in fact strip down to your knickers."

Hermione glared up at Lucius who looked evenly back at her. "You know what? It's futile to argue with you, isn't it?"

"Glad you're seeing things my way. Hurry up now, and lay on your stomach."

After making Lucius dim the lights, Hermione turned her back to him and slipped off the peach silk robe, matching camisole and bottoms. She lay face down on the bed, flinching slightly when she felt Lucius straddling her thighs. Using his wand to heat the bottle slightly, Hermione moaned into the duvet when she felt the warmed oil dripping down onto her bare skin.

Lucius made slow work of rubbing his large hands into Hermione's body. Mumbling incoherently, Hermione soon melted beneath his touch as his fingertips worked out the tension in her muscles.

"You have a small bruise here," he noted running a finger across her lower back. Hermione barely acknowledged his statement, desperate for Lucius to continue.

After massaging every tense area on Hermione's back, Lucius moved to her side. "Turn over."

Hermione cracked an eye open when she heard his request. Her exposed back was fine as her knickers preserved her modesty, but if she turned over he'd have a perfect view of her front.

"Stop dithering about, Hermione. Turn over."

"But you'll see me, if I do," she said petulantly, her words muffled by the duvet.

"I assure you this is solely for your benefit right now. You've been tense and twitchy all week, and I know you're in pain; I saw you wincing even when you thought I hadn't noticed."

Heaving a sigh, Hermione threw all caution to the wind as she rolled over onto her back. Lucius straddled her thighs again and applied a liberal amount of the warmed oil to her front. Despite feeling slightly uneasy at the situation, Lucius' hands were a soothing balm to her achy body.

Remembering that her chest was tender his palms grazed lightly over the area, only becoming firmer when they stroked downwards on her torso. Lucius then deftly worked the oil onto Hermione's abdomen, feeling her body go lax at the welcoming pressure.

"You know, Severus has a potion that can help you with this," he said, running a fingertip across the smooth expanse of skin above her underwear.

"I know," Hermione murmured. "I'd brewed some for myself while I was at the school; until those wretched kids began fighting. I got distracted and forgot to bring it back with me."

When Lucius noticed that Hermione was drifting off to sleep, he capped the bottle of oil and put it on the nightstand. After lifting the duvet and sheets he waited for Hermione to get beneath them and then lay next to her.

"I need my pajamas," she complained. "I'll get cold sleeping in my knickers."

Sighing, Lucius pointed his wand at the fireplace. "There, I turned up the fire. And if you're still cold, I'll even let you put your feet on me," he offered, flicking his wand about to turn off the lights.

Laughing sleepily, Hermione buried her face in the pillow. "I'm going to hold you to that," she said.

"I'm sure you will," Lucius replied, wrapping an arm around Hermione's bare waist and pulling her against him.

"You were right about the massage; I do feel better. Thank you."

"I know; I usually am right, but you are quite welcome."

"Lucius, your ego is not welcomed in my bed," Hermione emptily threatened.

"Not yet at least; you'll be asking for him later on," Lucius retorted.

Shaking her head, Hermione pressed her feet against his legs, laughing when he flinched slightly. Two thoughts were on Hermione's mind as she drifted off to sleep; she felt oddly comfortable with Lucius' arm wrapped securely around her body. The next one was that his bare chest felt divine pressed against her back.
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