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Accidental Blood Bond	By : onecelestialbeing Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 45434 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Dawn approached Wiltshire, casting a blue glow over the entire bedroom. Hermione was jolted awake by the need to run to the loo. Shivering when she came back into her bedroom, she found her abandoned pajama set and slid back into them, not wanting to be undressed when Lucius woke up.

Crawling back into bed, she had to yank the majority of the blankets from beneath Lucius' solid body which hadn't been easy.

'It's like we're married without the shagging,' Hermione thought of the blonde bed hog. The sight was rather comical; the usually prim and proper wizard was now sprawled out amidst her dainty, feminine bed. His sleek blonde hair was draped rather unceremoniously on the ruffled pillow shams, and as soon as Hermione had moved he'd wasted no time in stretching his limbs fully across the mattress.

Fighting for a bit of bed to lay down on, Hermione poked the slumbering wizard in the side. To her avail he merely swatted her hand away. Huffing angrily, Hermione then shoved him causing a low grumble to erupt from his chest, yet he remained in his sprawled position. Raising an eyebrow, Hermione slid her cold feet against Lucius' lightly furred legs, causing him to crack open one bleary grey eye.

"What in bloody hell?" he grumbled in a raspy voice.

"Move over!" Hermione hissed. "I'm freezing and you've taken over my bed."

Closing his eye, Lucius lazily moved the tangle of blankets from around his waist. After making space next to him for Hermione he tossed the covers over her body and pulled her against him.

"You should have left the pajamas off," he mumbled into her curls.

"Shut up," Hermione mumbled back before going back to sleep.

"I believe you left something behind yesterday, Miss Granger," Severus said withdrawing a vial from his inner suit pocket and handing it to Hermione.

"Yes, thank you," she replied.

"What's that?" Draco asked as he watched the exchange.

"It's a contraceptive potion; do you need me to brew you a vial?" Severus asked his godson, highly aware of his amorous activities.

"More like a cauldron," Lucius commented.

Draco's face depended to a deep red, making his blonde hair look as if it was glowing.

That evening, the four had joined at the manor for dinner, and were now chatting over dessert.

Remembering their previous dinner together, Severus noticed that Hermione only drank one glass of wine with her meal. Curiously enough, he also noticed that the young witch no longer seemed sullen or withdrawn, her brown eyes softening whenever she looked in Lucius' direction.

"Hermione said she got caught between a tussle at the school yesterday," Lucius commented.

"Yes, the two little miscreants. I had to take points from my own house; needless to say I wasn't pleased," Severus replied. "I declare, these children behave more horrid each year. I have a mind to retire."

"You know that's rubbish," Hermione laughed. "You enjoy terrorizing the students too much."

Severus smirked and picked up his wine glass. "You pose a very good point, Miss Granger."

Hermione had found the slightly more social Severus Snape quite easy to talk to in a relaxed environment. There was a point when he'd take points from Gryffindor for giving a correct answer; now he merely became amused by her friendly banter.

Eager to take off her fitting sheath dress and down the recovered pain potion, Hermione excused herself from the table. Draco and Severus hadn't missed the soft kiss that Lucius placed across Hermione's knuckles before she left the dining room.

Both men flashed Lucius a knowing look yet remained silent.

"I'm going to throw you two biddies a hen party if you keep at it," the blonde patriarch threatened.

"Oh, stop your grousing," Severus said, getting up from the table."I think I'm ready for some of that brandy in your study."

Draco stood up from the table, also eager to have some of his father's seldom shared spirits. Usually the only way he was able to get any was when his godfather came over for dinner, as he was unable to sneak into the warded room.

"Fine," Lucius drawled. "But the first wise comment you make, I'm tossing you out on your arse; that goes for your godson as well."

Hermione changed into pajamas and now lay across her bed with a book. She was grateful that Severus had thoughtfully brought along her vial. She'd brewed extra chamomile into the draught and as a result felt no pain and was extremely relaxed.

"Come in," she said when she heard a knock on her door an hour later.

Lucius walked into the room, wearing his nightclothes and quilted robe.

"I just came to make sure that you were feeling alright…and to tell you 'goodnight'."

"Yes I am, thank you," she answered. "Wait a minute, stay for awhile," Hermione continued when Lucius turned to walk back out of the room. "I thought about something today. Do you realize the only time we've shared a bed is when I've either been sick or pissed?"

"You know, I haven't thought about it but you're right," he chuckled.

"Yes, well. It was just a thought," Hermione replied, unsure of what else to say.

"I can change that for you if you'd like, Hermione."

Smiling, Hermione set her book down on the nightstand and turned down the other side of the bed. "You'd better not hog all of my covers this time; else my feet are going to wind up on your back," she threatened.

Lucius took his robe and pajama top off, setting them on the armchair. By this point, Hermione had been used to seeing his bare chest and secretly admired his sculpted body. After settling beneath the duvet, Lucius rested his head on the ruffled pillow, peering around Hermione's room.

"You know, if I had to imagine what the Gryffindor dorms looked like, I imagine it would be something like this, what with this red and gold."

Hermione laughed and laid her head on the opposite pillow. "My room is actually much nicer than the dorms; this bed is much larger and I don't have to share a lavatory with ten other girls."

"I remember those damnably small beds," Lucius swore. "They put a stasis charm on them; no spell would make them bigger. I remember waking up on that cold floor more times than I care to count."

"That's because you dominate every inch of space when you sleep!" Hermione said. "I hadn't noticed it the first night, but now that I think about it, your bed is larger than mine."

"I require a lot of space to spread out," Lucius replied, winking at Hermione.

"Goodness, does this mean I need to scourgify your bed if I ever get into it?"

"I think you mean when, and only if you want to. I'm the only one that's ever slept in it if that's what you're delicately hinting at."

Hermione tucked that tidbit of information away in her brain without commenting on it. She was suddenly distracted when Lucius picked up her left hand and placed it on his head.

"Scratch," he said, turning his head and directing her fingertips onto the desired spot.

Moaning as he had his itch relieved, he made no protest when Hermione kept running her fingers through his smooth tresses. Her eyebrows rose when she realized the man was practically purring as his strands slipped between her digits.

"Your Animagus is an overgrown cat, isn't it?" she commented.

"I'll admit this is a weak spot of mine. Haven't you ever had anyone delve their fingers through your head? It's wonderful at relieving tension."

"Oh, please," Hermione quipped. "Who would ever want to run their fingers through this nest? The only person brave enough to tackle my hair was my mum and that was when I was small."

"Your hair is far from a nest, and I will endeavor to prove it to you. But later darling, right now your fingers are doing wonderful things for my head."

Tickled pink by the domineering wizard becoming submissive in her bed, Hermione continued playing with the silky blonde strands until he began snoring softly. Moving her hand down from Lucius' head she curled up against his warm back and soon fell asleep.

For the next week, Lucius found his way to Hermione's room and slept beside her each night until she got tired of playing tug-o-war with the blankets after the fire had died down. Finally managing to get to his room, Lucius showed Hermione just what he meant by having more space to spread out in his bed.

Before they actually made it to sleep each night, Lucius would kiss Hermione into a stupor, laying on top of her as his body pressed hers into the mattress. Hermione would take the opportunity to explore the firm places of Lucius' bare back and chest with slight trepidation, her fingers biting into his skin whenever his lips grazed the tender spot on her neck.

Prior to Hermione, Lucius had gotten himself off with perfunctory shags, merely seeking to satiate his lust. Now, after the two had become closer, he'd been shocked to find that he wanted to examine every uncovered inch of the nubile witch's body.

Hermione kept on her pajamas in Lucius' bed, yet it didn't stop him from planting kiss wherever he desired. The cream that Hermione used after her bath made her skin feel like velvet, its scent light and intoxicating. Lifting up her camisole, Lucius would trail kisses along Hermione's stomach, causing her body to tremble slightly as her fingers clutched onto his head. Often her legs would be splayed about, sometimes coming to wrap themselves around his narrow waist.

Hermione wasn't daft; she knew that she felt his erection pressing against her middle, but Lucius never pushed the issue so, in turn, she never brought it up. His touch on her breasts and stomach had been enough to nearly make her come undone, and Hermione didn't want to think what would happen if they progressed further.

"I'm going to hex my own firstborn," Lucius threatened, hastily tearing through a stack of parchment and folders on his desk. He then lifted up the large leather blotter, desperate to find what he was looking for. "Draco has no sense of organization, and I need these damned papers. I should have never let him use my desk."

Hermione set her book down on the leather sofa and walked over to Lucius. "What exactly is it you're looking for?"

After Lucius described the bit of parchment he was looking for, Hermione took everything out of the drawers and off his desk and neatly placed it onto the floor. Organizing everything into dated piles and order of importance, she soon found what Lucius had been looking for.

"Witch, you are a godsend," he said pressing a short kiss on her lips.

"Your filing system is out of order," she said. "No wonder you're unable to find anything."

"Yes, well…usually it's a bit more in order than this, but Draco turned it into bedlam."

"I'm not surprised," Hermione laughed. "He was the same way with his homework back at school."

"You've just saved me a few hours…and spared Draco's life at the same time. Remind him to thank you later," Lucius said.

"I don't mind," she replied getting up from the floor. "I actually get a thrill out of disfiguring chaos, as silly as it sounds."

"And I get a thrill out of feeling your body pressed against mine," Lucius purred, placing his hands on Hermione's waist.

Guiding her to sit on the edge of his desk, Lucius stood between Hermione's legs and planted his lips on hers.

"Don't you have work to finish?" she moaned, feeling his lips brushing against the sensitive spot on her neck.

"You are my work right now," he replied, the tip of his tongue tracing against her pulse.

Hermione trembled slightly when she felt Lucius move his hands to her thighs. She didn't stop him when he pushed her knee length skirt up, running his hands along the tights that she'd pushed her legs into.

"These feel rather…intriguing," Lucius murmured, pushing Hermione's legs further apart and sliding a hand up her inner thigh.

"You can borrow a pair if you like," Hermione offered, her body quivering with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

"Cheeky witch," he chided, sliding a hand around Hermione's back and untucking her blouse from her skirt's waistband. Shoving a hand underneath the fabric, he stroked her soft, warm skin. Lucius was suddenly compelled to see Hermione without her blouse or bra, and immediately moved his hand to her front and went at the buttons.

"Wait a minute," she said nervously, grasping his hand.

"Too much?"

"No…it's just a bit unnerving in here. The portraits can see and hear everything we do, remember?"

Chuckling, Lucius moved back and looked at the frames adorning his walls. "Get out," he told each of the images whom all became ruffled yet walked out of view.

"What if they come back?" Hermione asked worriedly.

Lucius sighed but picked up his wand and aimed it at each frame, a black cloth appearing over them. Still seeing Hermione's forehead furrowed, he cast a silencing charm on the study as well as a ward on the door.

"Have I missed anything?" he asked, tossing the length of wood back onto the desk with a clatter.

"I don't think so," she replied, becoming muted when Lucius pulled her head towards his. He wrapped both arms around her waist as his tongue dueled against hers, holding her more tightly each second.

Her body beginning to throb, Hermione made no protest when Lucius ran a hand between them and pressed against her knickers and tights covered core. Keening softly when he lightly pressed on her entrapped yet sensitive clit, Hermione found that she wanted to be touched without her clothes in the way. Prostrating her hands flat against the desk, Hermione lifted her hips when Lucius' hands came around her waist to slide down the tights and underwear.

Her skirt now bunched up around her waist, Hermione felt her bare behind pressing against the cool wood beneath her. Parting her lips with his tongue, Lucius delved a hand between Hermione's legs, nimbly stroking her sodden core with a single finger.

Rapidly coming apart at the seams, Hermione groaned into Lucius' mouth and clutched onto his shoulders when she felt his fingertip brush against her clit.

"I could take you right here," he purred against her lips. "I can't tell you how many times I've imagined you screaming my name as I took you bent over my desk."

Astonished that she was becoming even more aroused by his words alone, the more fervent strokes against her increasingly sensitive bud began working against her.

"Lucius," Hermione moaned against his mouth, her hips moving in tandem against his touch.

"Just say the word," he murmured, moving his lips to Hermione's left earlobe.

"I-" she stammered, unable to form a single coherent thought. "Lucius, wait a minute."

Using a second finger Lucius began moving them in slow, torturous circles over the engorged bud.

Hermione realized that Lucius had been right; her pristine mind would have never imagined this! Her slick juices were trickling down her labia and onto the desk, and she was nearly able to hear his fingers sliding around in her moist heat.

"Lucius, I don't want to-oh my god!" she quipped, feeling the tip of his finger slightly press up into her pulsating channel.

"You don't want to what?" he asked salaciously, enjoying the view of Hermione becoming lost in his touch.

"I don't want our first time to be on your desk!" she finally managed to spit out, one hand clutching at his wrist the other on his shoulder.

"I assure you, the desk won't mind," Lucius drawled, eager to free his wool trapped erection.

"Your desk might not mind, but I do," Hermione replied, her eyes rolling back into her head when Lucius pressed his finger further inside and dragged against the sensitive walls.

"I'm curious when you say our first time; do you mean ours or yours?"

"Both!" she moaned, nearly falling back onto the desk.

Withdrawing his hand from between Hermione's legs, he pulled her down off from the desk's edge. Reaching over to pick up his wand, he grasped a stunned Hermione by the hand and pulled her across his study. Hastily flicking his wand about, Lucius moved the sofa, table and armchair. Pointing it at the antique burgundy leather ottoman, he transfigured it until it nearly rivaled the size of his mattress.

"Lucius, I told you I refuse to lose my virginity in your study!" Hermione insisted when his hands began tugging her skirt down from her hips.

"And you won't," he promised. "But that doesn't mean I can't do other things to your delectable little body."

The unfulfilled ache between her legs was becoming too great to bear, but at this point Hermione didn't even want to ask what Lucius had in store for her.

Paying no heed to the fact that he was dressed in fine black wool slacks, dress shirt and brocade waistcoat, Lucius positioned Hermione to sit at the edge of the ottoman and knelt before her. Kissing the insides of her spread, trembling thighs, he worked his mouth up to the soft brown curls between her legs.

Yelping at the brief sensation of Lucius' lips brushing against her distended clit, Hermione was disappointed when he knelt up to unbutton her blouse. In too much of a hurry to remove it or her bra completely, he pulled the lacy material down beneath her breasts and pressed them together, swirling his tongue around both stiffened nipples.

Letting go of the turgid peaks with a resonating pop, Lucius sat up and told Hermione to scoot back on the ottoman. "Lay your head there," he ordered pointing at the corner.

Embarrassed to be on such a blatant display yet lust taking over her senses, Hermione did as she was told. Lucius followed in behind, draping both of her legs over his shoulders. His warm fingers crept along her inner thighs, pushing her legs apart and exposing the rosy, moist flesh.

Hermione propped herself up on both elbows, watching as Lucius' blonde head disappear between her legs to plant kisses along her inner thigh, the ends of his hair tickling her skin.

Taunted by the erect bud at the top of Hermione's folds, Lucius found himself unable to hold out any longer. Pressing his lips against the plump petals of her womanhood, he heard a strangled cry erupt from Hermione's lips as her body bucked and fell against the ottoman from the unaccustomed pleasure.

Lucius lapped at her sweet juices, flattening his tongue and running it back and forth across the stiffened nub. Hermione's hands were clutching against the ottoman her hands unable to find purchase on the smooth leather.

Hermione's breath quickened and became ragged as Lucius plied her with one finger, pressing onto a spot deep within while his lips and tongue skillfully danced across her clit.

"Oh god, oh god oh god!" she moaned, her knees pressing into the side of Lucius' head as she was unable to keep from grinding her crotch into his face. Reaching down to wind her hands in the back of Lucius' head, Hermione held on desperate to keep his mouth focused on the one spot that was driving her mad with want.

The pitch in Hermione's cries increased steadily as tremors of pleasure wracked her body. Trying to control her violent shivering, Hermione released Lucius' head and raised both arms over her own, holding onto the bluntly pointed end of the ottoman. Her hips seemed to thrash about of their own volition and she felt Lucius place both hands on her abdomen to keep her steady.

Despite being unable to keep from writhing, the pit of her stomach and nipples felt tense and incredibly tight. Inhaling sharply when she felt her womb clench almost painfully, Hermione arched her back up off the ottoman. Suddenly a crude swear word tore from her lips as she exploded against Lucius' mouth, her legs latched firmly onto his broad shoulders.

With a soft cry, Hermione's body fell limply back onto the leather, her clutches on Lucius' shoulders easing.

Moving up from between Hermione's legs, Lucius hovered over her body capturing a still firmly pebbled nipple between his lips. "Watching you do that nearly made me come in my trousers," he told her, grinding his cloth trapped erection against her middle.

Hermione dug her fingers in Lucius' hair, still mewling when the throbbing between her legs increased as a result of his attention on her breasts.

Placing his knees on either side of Hermione's right thigh, Lucius pressed a lingering kiss on her lips. He then hastily took her hands and placed them on his solid erection.

Hazily looking up at Lucius, Hermione saw his face contort as if in pain when she firmly grasped the tumescent length through his trousers.

"Unfasten me," he nearly growled, desperate to feel her hands on his naked cock.

"Lucius, I told you I didn't want to in here-"she protested.

"And we won't; I just want you to touch me without these damned trousers in the way."

With slightly trembling hands, Hermione unfastened the front of Lucius' trousers. Yanking his dress shirt and waist coat out of the way, she glided her hands over his muscled abdomen before dipping her fingers below his waistline. Hermione's knuckles brushed against the slightly coarse hair before coming in contact with Lucius' impressive girth.

Still looking up into his face, Hermione saw Lucius shut his eyes, grunting in pleasure when she wrapped a hand around his length.

"Tighter," he moaned, his hips slightly thrusting forward into her grasp. Reaching a hand down between Hermione's legs, Lucius slipped his middle finger inside of her slick tunnel, his thumb brushing against her still sensitive clit.

"Gods you feel so tight, I want to bury myself inside your body," he said, feeling her walls fluttering around his finger.

Lucius' probing digit caused a gnawing ache in the pit of her stomach, and the need to feel more was almost painful. Nearly crying out when Lucius withdrew his finger, Hermione felt herself being roughly yanked beneath him. His hands bit into her soft, fleshy thighs as he pressed his body against hers, fiercely capturing her mouth.

Although Hermione still had her hand on Lucius' cock, it was now pressed flush against her clit. Rocking his hips against hers, he slid his length up and down the tender bud.

Lucius was trying his damndest to leave the witch intact, but it was becoming harder by the minute. He groaned in frustration when he felt the head of his cock slide against her tight little opening. Hermione was grinding her hips against him which wasn't helping matters. All it would have taken was a mere shift of his weight for Lucius to plunge into her sodden heat. Feeling like a randy young lad trying to get his first shag, Lucius was about to ask Hermione to reconsider her stance or at the very least allow them to Apparate to his bedroom.

Suddenly a loud banging came from the study door, causing Hermione to jump and Lucius to swear loudly.

"What?" he bellowed at the door, his body trembling against Hermione's with the need for release.

"The Silencing Charm," Hermione breathlessly reminded Lucius who'd gone red in the face with anger at being interrupted.

Despite feeling more aroused than she ever had in her life, Hermione fought back a fit of laughter as she looked up at the ruffled looking blonde wizard. Lucius' hair was mussed and sticking up from her clutching onto it, his waistcoat undone with the shirttails dangling from beneath it, and his black trousers halfway down his thighs. On top of it, he was apoplectic, the ire flashing in his grey eyes.

Hasting waving a hand about and wandlessly lifting the charm, he bellowed at the door again.

"Father!" came Draco's muffled voice from behind the thick oak door.

"What the hell do you want Draco?"

"We need to talk; are you very busy?"

"Yes, I'm busy! So this had better be a matter of life or death," Lucius snapped, looking down at a slightly lucid Hermione.

Draco then yelled that it was nearly as important, and proceeded to go into a spiel about Lucius' investment and an important meeting.

"Alright, Draco, give me a minute," Lucius spat. "Damn," he swore underneath his breath.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, her head still pressed against the ottoman.

"Unfortunately everything; we're in the midst of working on a deal and apparently I have some cleaning up to do. I could kill Draco for interrupting us!"

Hermione sat up and began fixing her blouse. "It's alright, Lucius. Go talk to Draco; I'll be in my room."

Lucius looked back at the young witch, his expression livid. "If I talk to him right now, I'll hex him. My balls ache, dammit."

Biting down hard on her lip, Hermione saw that Lucius still had a raging hard-on. "Do you need me to use a deflating charm?"

Nearly snorting when she saw the dirty look Lucius shot her, Hermione pressed her lips against his. "We can resume this later."

"Easy for you to say," he grumbled, rearranging himself back into his trousers and righting his clothes.

Picking up her skirt from beside the oversized ottoman, Hermione went back to Lucius' desk and found her abandoned tights and knickers. After everything had been restored in the study, Hermione opened the door to find a panicked looking Draco. His face momentarily broke out into a knowing look and he grinned wolfishly at the young witch.

"Be quiet, Draco!" Hermione snapped, her face turning red.

Still laughing as she walked off, Draco went into his study and found his harried father perched behind his desk.

"Well?" Lucius snapped.

After being told about the latest calamity, Lucius found himself swearing loudly again. Feeling a headache coming on, he told Draco to gather his belongings. He then walked over to his tray of crystal decanters and pouring a dram of firewhiskey downed it in a single gulp.

Hermione was sitting at the table by the large window in her room when she heard a slight knock at the door. When Lucius came in, she noticed that he was fully dressed with his black satin lined cloak about his shoulders, his hair tied back and walking stick in hand.

"What's happened?" she asked, seeing the darkened look on his face.

"Something Draco and I have been working on is about to go to shite. So, now I have to uproot myself and visit the states for a few days," Lucius said.

"What great timing," Hermione groaned.

"My point exactly," he grumbled.

"How long will you be gone?"

"Three days at the least; hopefully not more than five."

Hermione was unable to hide the slight disappointment she felt.

"See if Ginevra will come and stay a few nights with you; I'm sure she's missing her bathtub," Lucius suggested.

"Alright," Hermione conceded. "Lucius, be nice to Draco," she added as an afterthought.

"Hmph, maybe," he said gruffly, bringing up one leather glove encased hand to caress Hermione's cheek. Closing her eyes and turning her face towards his touch, she felt Lucius tip her chin up towards his face.

"We are going to finish what we started," he told Hermione after firmly kissing her.

"I'll hold you to it," she promised, watching as Lucius turned and walked out of her room.
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