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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 5

The rest of the week went by in a blur for Hermione. Classes were becoming more demanding, and she was feeling a little run down. It wasn't enough to convince her to go to the hospital wing, though. She wasn't sleeping well at night ' Lucius seemed to invade her dreams more than she had ever imagined possible ' and she felt tired during the day. She really just needed a good rest over the weekend, she told herself.

'C'mon, Herm. Let's go to Hogsmeade before the weather gets completely awful. You know that this will probably be the last good weekend for a while.' Hermione stared at an insistent Harry, inwardly sighing. Sometimes she was grateful for her friends pulling her out of her books, but this was not one of them.

'Sorry, Harry. I'm just not feeling well. I'm tired ' I think I'm getting a cold or something. I just want to sleep in, sit by the fire and read. Really.'

Suddenly, Ron nodded knowingly. 'Maybe she does need a little down time.' He failed at lowering his voice, 'You know, Harry. Maybe it's er, that time of the month.'

Harry nodded contritely, his face pink with embarrassment. 'You'll be alright then, Herm? Do you want us to bring something back for you tomorrow?'

Hermione shook her head. If Ron and Harry wanted to believe that she had had 'female problems' as she'd heard Harry once say, that was okay. She just wanted to sleep. In fact, her bed sounded extremely inviting at the moment. 'No, thanks, though. I don't need anything. Well, except some sleep, I think.'

Harry nodded a little more comfortably this time. 'You should see Madame Pomfrey next week, though, if you're still not feeling well.'

'Yeah. I will, if I need to. I think I just need some sleep ' that's all. In fact, I think I might go up to bed now. G'night you guys.'

They muttered their goodnights, although Ron couldn't refrain from adding a final thought: 'See, if you had done your project with Flitwick, you wouldn't be so worn out.'

In her room, Hermione changed for bed, her body heavy with fatigue. It had been a trying week, between school work, work on her project, and the lack of sleep. And Lucius, she reminded herself. Severus was back to his habitually ill-tempered self, and she'd seen no sign of a blue vial.

She wanted desperately to see Lucius again, but she hadn't done anything to contact him. Every time she considered it, all she could envision was a sneering response from the blonde wizard. And she really didn't want that to happen. She'd rather not see him again than be humiliated by him.

Curling into a fetal position in bed, the covers pulled up around her neck, Hermione closed her eyes, letting her mind drift for a few moments before sleep overtook her.

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She stayed in bed until late the next morning. She dozed on and off for a while before picking up a mystery novel that her mother had sent her. Later, the house elves brought her some soup and bread, and she munched contentedly. After eating her light lunch, she pointedly ignored her school books and turned back to another chapter with the witty female detective slipping through the convents of medieval Spain. Only in the mid afternoon, after a long, hot shower, did she head to the library. Feeling more relaxed than she had in the last few weeks, she began to tackle the intricacies of arithmancy. Several hours later, she was disturbed by Ron and Harry, coming to retrieve her for dinner.

Because dinner was casual on Saturdays, she joined her friends at the Gryffindor table. She picked at her food while Harry and Ron regaled her with detailed accounts of the latest racing brooms. She glanced up at the head table, but Severus' chair was clearly empty.

Noticing her glance, Ron started in on another of his favorite themes. 'I still don't see why he insists that you work on your project on Saturday nights. It's one of the few free nights you get. It's not right.'

Hermione didn't even look over at Ron, and was barely listening to him; this was as regular a conversation as the debate between Harry and Ron about the innate skills of the Chudley Cannons' latest seeker. Truthfully, she was looking forward to her meeting this evening. A part of her couldn't help but hope that Lucius would be there. But even if he wasn't there, she felt that she'd made great progress on her project. Progress that she'd hoped would catch Severus' attention. Not that she wanted the his attention for entirely the same reasons that she had at the beginning of the year, but her personal pride still demanded that she work her hardest to impress him.

'He's a busy man,' she added, barely thinking about her response.

'There was another Death Eater attack last night,' Harry interjected.

'Oh gods,' Hermione whispered immediately. 'Was- what happened?'

'It was weird. They went after a wizarding family, but they didn't kill them. They ransacked the house, tied up the parents and the daughter, but didn't rape or kill anyone. Very strange.' Harry looked around the Great Hall, before speaking again, this time more softly. 'It was the Beckerly's. The father is an under-under secretary of something, and the mother sells discount robes. Their son Charles is a first year in Hufflepuff, and their daughter Emma's not bound for Hogwarts for another couple of years. They really aren't the sort of people that the Death Eaters would typically warn before an attack.'

'That is weird,' Ron echoed. Hermione simply nodded. Had Severus been there? And why hadn't they attacked? For that matter, had Lucius been there? She swallowed hard, even more doubtful now about who she hoped to find in the dungeons this evening, and yet even more determined to see one Death Eater or another.

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Her resolve faltered slightly as she stood in front of the heavy wooden door of the Potions Master's office. Uncertain as to whether she'd see Severus or Lucius, she'd dressed in her school robes, but again had worn her red silk bra and panties, just in case. The Potions classroom had been dark and empty, and she had fleetingly considered heading back to her room. Almost immediately, though, she had dismissed the idea. Now, however, she again fought back her anxiety and pounded on the door, her pulse thrumming under her skin.

A moment's pause stretched into two, and Hermione was about to turn to go when she head the irritable, 'Come in.' She pushed down on the heavy iron handle and stepped into the office. Looking toward the back wall, she was immediately drawn to the brooding black eyes of Severus Snape.

'Ah. Miss Granger. This evening is most inconvenient. Reschedule with me next week.'

Damn. Still, she held her ground. Her eyes darted around the room before spotting the tell-tale blue vial on one of the bookshelves.

'Lucius?!' She couldn't keep the anger out of his voice. How dare he call her 'Miss Granger' after last week's liaison?

'Miss Granger, you must be mistaken.' They black eyes surveyed her coolly.

'You evil bastard! Fucking reprobate! Don't lie to me, and don't brush me off. You're going to ignore me after how you were last week?' She marched over to him, her voice getting louder as she moved closer. She halted suddenly. What if she were mistaken? What if this really was Severus? Shit.

She held her breath, waiting for his response, cold prickles racing down her spine. Eons later, she was rewarded with a sardonic chuckle. 'Hermione. I'm touched. I was beginning to think that you had completely forgotten about me.'

Hermione spluttered, at a loss for words.

'I am pleased at your enthusiasm.' He stopped briefly, smiling. 'And I did hope that I would be able to, ah, enjoy your company again this evening. I just wanted to make sure that you felt the same way.' He studied her calmly, a predatory glint flickering in his eyes. 'If you'd like to wait another 5 minutes or so, I shall be back to my original form. Unless, of course, you'd like me in my current configuration.' He nodded toward the blue vial on the bookshelves.

She finally found her voice again, and she discovered that her fury was undiminished. 'You are a sick bastard, aren't you?'

Lucius smiled broadly. 'So I have been told.' He paused, and Hermione detected the merest flickers of sincerity appearing in his eyes. He held his hands up in mock defeat. 'I'm sorry, my dear. Let me start again. I'm really glad that you came down to see me this evening. I was afraid that you wouldn't want to see me again. But perhaps I am mistaken?'

Hermione tried to avoid reacting to the hopeful sound in his voice. 'I wasn't sure that it would be you who was here. And I'm not sure that I wanted to see you again, Lucius.' She took a breath. 'Although, I'd rather see you as you, and not disguised as someone else.'

He nodded curtly, trying to hard a smirk on his lips. 'That will take a few moments, but I'm happy to oblige. Although I hope that you don't really mean that you didn't want to see me again. I rather enjoyed our time together last week.'

Hermione ignored his last comment, just as she tried to ignore her own growing excitement. 'Maybe you can take that time to tell me why you're here. Or maybe you have something to say about the bizarre Death Eater attack last night.'

Lucius' eyes narrowed menacingly, and Hermione felt a frisson of fear shoot through her, before he unexpectedly laughed. 'You are most surprisingly direct. Very refreshing.'

'Despite my history ' quite unsavory, if your earlier words are to be taken at face value '' Hermione blushed, her words coming back to her 'I am not 'evil'. My priorities may be slightly different than yours with regard to some things, but I am not 'evil.'' He paused, looking contemplative for a moment. 'As for the attack last night, I believe the most important thing is that people were not harmed. Am I correct?'

Hermione nodded, chagrined. 'Are you saying you had something to do with that?'

Lucius raised one eyebrow dubiously, and then continued as if she hadn't brought up the attack at all. 'I am here on a completely honorable mission. As you may or may not know, Severus has been a friend of mine since I was in school. He is approaching his fortieth birthday, and I am attempting to find something for him that will be suited to his personality, such as it is. I had to find a way to figure out what such an item would be.' Lucius smiled benignly.

Hermione giggled, although she was very aware of his blunt switch of topics. 'That's one of the flimsiest lies I've ever heard. Surely you could have come up with something slightly better than that.'

He feigned a hurt look, but with Severus' features, he appeared more bewildered than concerned. Hermione giggled again. 'How about 'if I told you why I was here, I'd have to kill you'?' he questioned, his eyes full of laughter ' another sight Hermione never thought she'd see on Severus Snape's face.

Hermione smiled, despite the pang of fear that his words had sparked. 'I'd be much more likely to believe that.' She paused, sobering quickly as she voiced her thought, 'That's closer to the truth, isn't it?'

Lucius smiled again. 'Not exactly. Would you settle for something between the two?'

Reluctantly, Hermione nodded. 'I'll accept that. For now. But if I see you here too much more, you're going to have to be a little more specific.'

He nodded slowly before he winced, his eyes shutting briefly before opening wide. Sensing what was about to come, Hermione was transfixed as Lucius' skin reorganized itself, the broad face narrowing, his eyes going from black to smoky grey, the hair rapidly growing long, changing from black to blonde, starting at the roots, giving him the momentary appearance of a skunk. He smiled broadly as the transformation completed itself, the charming confidence much more in place on his features than Severus'.

Hermione responded with a grin of her own as an unexpected surge of lust passed through her. 'Much better.'

'I'm glad you think so,' he responded in a light tone. 'I prefer this look myself. Although,' he stretched out his arms, 'the clothes leave a little to be desired.'

Later, Hermione would wonder where she found the daring to utter her next words. 'Maybe we could do something about your clothes, like remove them' she leered.

One delicate blonde eyebrow raised in surprise. 'I think you're right. But I'm afraid that we will be again limited to the couch ' I wouldn't want to walk through the castle with this, ' he fingered the lengths of his hair. He inclined his head toward her. 'I promise to time things better in the future. We are somewhat, ah, limited here.' He shrugged apologetically, and Hermione felt the now-familiar tingle spread between her legs as he suggested future meetings.

She smiled, hoping that she looked more experienced and more confident than she felt. 'Yes, that would be nice,' she muttered inanely.

Lucius smiled and her stomach tightened in pleasure, her legs already feeling shaky. Almost immediately, though, she was overwhelmed with a sense of nervousness.

His lips twisted into a smile, his voice husky with desire. 'Come here, Hermione, I've missed you.'

She stiffened at his platitudes and took a half-step back. 'Please. I don't know why you're here, or what you want from me. I know I can't ask much of you, but please, whatever else, please don't lie to me.' She hadn't really even thought about it until now, but the need for honesty from him burned in her.

He licked his lips slowly before nodding once. 'I could say the same about you. But I'll give you my honesty, as long as you give me the same.'

The tight knot in her belly loosened considerably at his words. 'Of course.' She faltered. 'I just couldn't stand it if you lied to me.' She paused again, the absurdity of the situation striking her. 'Gods. What am I thinking? Asking you. Of all people. For honesty.' She shook her head despairingly.

His lips flattened as he suppressed a smile. 'I can't promise to answer everything you ask me, but I won't lie to you. Honesty or nothing. I promise.' The sincerity was unmistakable, and Hermione found herself even more drawn to the man than she had been moments before.

She nodded, swallowing ineffectually with her dry mouth. She'd have to take the chance. 'Thank you.'

He opened his arms and Hermione went to him, feeling like a moth to a flame. His grip on her was firm and his rested his lips again her hair, murmuring, 'I really did miss you, Hermione.'

He turned his head, and his lips sought hers. His mouth was warm and inviting, and yet utterly demanding at the same time. Giving in to him, she let his mouth possess her as her fingers tangled in his hair. His arms tightened, molding her body to his, his mouth trailing down her jaw. Hermione shivered, her lips swollen from his kisses, the heat of a week's anticipation was released, heightening her senses. Lucius' mouth nipped the flesh of her neck, leaving traces of fire on her skin. She moaned deeply, her body already trembling with need.

'Gods, Hermione. Let me touch you.' The words came out as an urgent groan, and Hermione nodded dumbly, too aroused to even speak. His fingers slipped down her throat before finding the catch on her robes. Her own fingers fumbled with the buttons on the robe Lucius was wearing.

Lucius deftly opened her robe and quickly pushed it off her shoulders, before he began to unfasten the faux-pearl buttons on her crisp white blouse. Through all of this, his lust-darkened eyes remained fixed on her.

His fingers finally reached her skin, and he caressed the pale flesh reverently before helping her remove her blouse. His fingers brushed the red silk of her bra, the pounding of her heart visible under her skin. Hermione couldn't help but watch, fascinated, as the tapered fingers stroked one nipple and then the other through the fabric. She looked up at Lucius and smiled shyly. He responded with a grin of his own, and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. When her breasts were free, Lucius lowered his mouth to one nipple, his tongue flicking around hard flesh, working it into a tight point before sucking gently on the other one.

Hermione groaned deeply, and held tightly to Lucius, one hand laced through his hair, holding him to her breasts, while the other arm was wrapped around his shoulders to steady herself. The dense heat between her legs was building furiously, and she ached to be touched.

'Please, Lucius. Please,' she begged almost incoherently.

Lucius stood up, and looked innocently into Hermione's flushed face. 'Please what?'

'Please touch me. Between my legs. I need you.' She buried her face in his shoulder, uncertain as to how to ask for more.

'Of course, my dear. You only have to ask,' came the whispered response. He worked the zipper on her skirt until she was able to step out of the garment. He paused momentarily, and Hermione blushed, but kicked off her shoes and removed her panties, standing proudly before him.

He gathered her into his arms again, one hand sliding between her legs. 'Just as I've remembered you. Gods.' She groaned as his fingers stroked her slick flesh, a fingertip stroking the sensitive nub of flesh between her legs, the heat coursing through her body. His mouth found hers again, and his tongue explored her as gently as his fingers did lower down. She clung tightly to him, uncertain as to whether her legs would even support her.

Lucius guided her to the couch and she sat down hesitantly, again feeling a little uncertain as to what she should do. A knowing smile from Lucius set her at ease as he knelt on the floor in front of her. He parted her legs with his hands, guiding her legs over his shoulders as he lowered his mouth to her. Hermione shivered as the blonde hair tickled her thighs, hot breath teasing her sex. Lucius pulled her toward him a bit, elevating her hips to give him easier access. His fingers spread her apart gently so that his tongue could touch the hard flesh at the apex of her entrance.

Hermione shuddered, her entire body quivering with sensation as Lucius slid one and then two fingers into her, his mouth lapping and sucking on the focus of her universe. Her shyness gone, she moved her hips in time with his fingers, her breathing becoming more and more ragged as the thick tingling between her legs threatened to engulf her body. Her entire body trembled as Lucius continued, the fire becoming more and more intense until it exploded within her, her body electrified by the sensations.

'Oh gods, Lucius.' She looked at her blonde lover, his lips and chin slick with her essence, his face flushed. She stroked his hair gently. 'Oh gods. I never imagined'.' She blushed, although it wasn't visible on her already feverish face.

She moved into more of a sitting position, her legs still spread wide. 'Now, it's my turn.'

Lucius raised an eyebrow with a smile, spreading his hands out for her, as if to say, 'I'm yours to do with as you wish.' Naked, Hermione stood up kissed Lucius, tasting herself on him, before beginning to slowly work the buttons on Severus' robes. Halfway down the row of buttons, she looked up Lucius and saw his eyes half-closed, a loose smile on his face. Impulsively, she kissed him again before unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on the robe. Pulling the robe open, she let her fingers linger on his chest and shoulders, savoring the feeling of hard muscle under clothing.

Lucius shrugged out of the robe, and Hermione returned her attention to the black shirt underneath. With fewer buttons, she was able to quickly unbutton his shirt. She tugged the tails of the shirt out of his pants before she stepped back. Lucius' eyes were open, but the half-smile was still on his lips. She nodded appreciatively, savoring the look of his pale skin underneath the black silk shirt. 'Take off your shirt. I want to see what you look like. I mean, what you really look like.'

The half-smile became a smirk as he slipped the shirt off his shoulders and deposited it on the ground. He stood loosely at attention, his back straight, his arms resting casually at his side. Hermione slowly studied Lucius' torso, shoulders, arms, neck and head, imprinting images that she would be able to later recall when she was alone. After her visual inspection, Hermione began to explore Lucius' flesh with her hands. She placed her hand on his should and looked at him questioningly. Lucius said nothing, meeting her eyes as his lips curved into a lazy smile.

Taking his response as assent, Hermione placed her other hand on his opposite shoulder. She molded his skin with her hands, feeling the curves of the muscles in his arms, and the heat of his blood as her hands moved downward toward his fingers. She held his gaze, silent, as she ran her hands back up his arms after briefly linking her fingers with his. Her fingers then began to explore the wizard's taut pectoral muscles, her index fingers following the languorous path of his sinewy strength.

Lucius hissed as her fingernails grazed his nipples, breaking the silence he had maintained. Pleased with his reaction, Hermione repeated the action and watch the skin around the nipples crinkle, the nipples themselves hardening. She lowered her mouth to one of the hard, flat buds, flicking her tongue over the flesh, and was rewarded with a groan from the man in front of her.

Smiling, Hermione stood up again, her fingertips once again tracing the contours of his muscles, eventually coming to rest on the waistband of the loose black trousers he wore. Shyly, she looked up at Lucius again, half-afraid to meet his eyes. The blonde smiled in encouragement, and Hermione responded with a cautious smile. Quickly, she glanced back to his pants, her fingers trembling as she began to reveal more of Lucius' flesh. Her fingers stroked the silk-like blonde hair leading to his groin, and he shivered slightly, still remaining silent.

She was momentarily startled as her hand brushed against the hardness of his cock through the material of his trousers. Finding his gaze again, she deliberately stroked his firm flesh through the cloth. The blonde hissed softly again, and Hermione felt him twitch under her hands.

Slowly, she unfastened the rest of the buttons on the pants, freeing his cock from its confines. Severus' pants, already loose on Lucius, dropped to the floor. Delicately leaving the trousers in a heap on the floor, the wizard bent down to remove the low black leather boots he was wearing. After depositing the boots in a pile next to the pants, the blonde stood up again, his cock standing up triumphantly.

Hermione grinned, and moved toward her lover, her mouth searching for his as her hand reached for his hard flesh. Grasping him, Hermione lightly stroked Lucius a few times as his mouth responded enthusiastically to her actions. She pulled away from him, trailing her hands down his body before kneeling on the floor in front of him. She took a breath as a momentary panic shot through her. She had never actually done this before. Read about it, sure, but never done it. Damn. Hopefully he's not too easily disappointed, she reasoned. Tentatively, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and licked the tip, her swirling over his flesh. Lucius groaned deep in his throat, and Hermione continued, encouraged.

Taking the tip in her mouth, she flicked her tongue around the underside of his cock. She felt Lucius' hands bury themselves in her hair as she increased the pressure. He began to slowly thrust his hips and she tried to move her head in time to his thrusts. A strangled gasp from Lucius sent a bolt of heat through her body, and she again felt the heat growing between her legs. Her mouth continued to work his flesh, and almost unconsciously her hips moved in response to each push.

Hermione began to lose herself in the sensations, the smell of his musk overwhelming her. Her eyes lost focus as her tongue swirled over the hard flesh in her mouth. Lucius' hard breathing mingled with her own slurping gasps as time faded away, and the fire in her core burned hotter. Abruptly, Lucius pulled back, and Hermione was stunned back to reality. She looked up, uncertain as to whether she had done something wrong or not. The blonde's face was flushed, his eyes wild. 'The couch. Now.'

Hermione nodded, his look reflected on her own features. Lying down on the couch, she spread her legs, no longer embarrassed by her own behavior. Uninhibitedly, she spread herself further with her own fingers. 'Please.'

Lucius sucked in his breath, a look of pleasure on his face. Positioning one of her legs on the back of the couch, he knelt between her legs, and with a slick thrust, entered her. His thumbs rested on either side of her face, his eyes focused on hers as he repeatedly drove himself into her. She responded to each thrust, the fire burning deep in her eyes. Lucius' mouth found hers, demanding and insistent as their bodies coupled. The electricity in her body with humming at a fevered pitch again, and Hermione was lost. Rational thought was gone, her body responding to each new demand. Unable to resist the intoxicating touch of the senior Malfoy, Hermione gave herself to him completely.

His motions became more intense, and his mouth released hers as his breathing became more and more rough. Almost painfully, the wizard's hands held her head so that he could hold her gaze as he repeatedly entered her body. Not backing away, Hermione met his gaze with a mania of her own. The two bodies joined repeatedly, each taking what they could from the other.

Her blood boiling, the heat in Hermione's body coursed violently through her, her muscles shuddering, grasping at Lucius as he drove himself over the edge, his face contorted in a frenzy of lust. Her hands tangled themselves in his hair as she drew him nearer. Collapsing on her, he muttered intelligible sounds, his lips pressed against the sweaty skin of her shoulder.

Moments later, he looked at her, the fire of lust still not diminished in his eyes. 'Damn you,' he whispered. 'I kept hoping that if I had you again, you wouldn't haunt me.' He paused, his voice heavy with emotion when he spoke again, 'And yet already it seems that I won't be rid of you that easily.' His fingers stroked her temples before he slowly withdrew himself from her.

He stood up, his cock still glistening with her essence. Suddenly, his face turned cold. 'Leave me now. I have work to do.'

Hermione sat up, confused. What the hell had just happened? Seconds ago he was admitting that she had gotten under his skin, and now he was telling her to go? Was he afraid to admit that he liked her? She looked at Lucius questioningly, but felt too vulnerable to speak her questions. Instead, she stood up and reached for her clothes. She turned away from the wizard as she put on her skirt and buttoned her blouse. Pulling her robe back on, she turned back to Lucius briefly. Unable to find the precise words to voice her feelings, she merely narrowed her eyes at him before she grabbed her book bag and fled the dungeon.

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A/N: Ah yes. Lucius smut. Can't get enough of that. (If you couldn't tell!). Anyway, again, sorry for the long wait between updates. I think I am on a roll now ' I've got the time to get some writing done again, and things seem to be progressing smoothly. Also, I have not given up on Lucius' Bookshelves ' it has just been, er, shelved for a bit while I work on this. I will be back at it, once I decide whether I am going to finish it off in a long-ish epilogue, or if I want to add a few more twists to things.

Anyway, let me know what you think of this. And for those of you who haven't been wild about a warm and fuzzy Lucius, he manages to become a complete bastard again for a while.

Thanks again for the reviews ' I appreciate them, and always look forward to more. (Was that subtle? Eh, I didn't think so, either!)
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