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The Wedding	By : Lizski Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 27570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bleary-eyed and furious, Snape went down to breakfast the next morning, ready to have a serious discussion with Hermione. But he only saw Lucius.
Lucius looked up at him coolly. �Tsk, tsk, Severus. You like you�ve had a hard night. I only hope that she looks better than you do, because you like you�re about 2 steps from the gates of Hades.�
Sanpe glared at Lucius.
Lucius continuted, �Although, I am amazed that you acted so quickly; I didn�t realize that that was your style these days.�
Snape continued to glare at him. �Explain yourself, Lucius.� He was too tired for this sort of nonsense.
�Hermione didn�t spend the night in her room. I can only assume that she was with you, since I sincerely doubt that Draco has the ability to take on two women at once,� he smirked.
Snape�s eyes focused on Lucius. �And how would you know that she wasn�t there all night? Am I to presume that you went looking for her yourself?� His voice was steely with controlled anger.
Lucius smiled. Interesting. His old friend seemed to have more than just a passing interest in Hermione. Very interesting. Still, there was no need in answering him right away. �What were you doing waiting for her all night? A nocturnal discussion of potions, perhaps? Or perhaps you were just interested in seeing what she had on under that dress of hers ?� Lucius� smile didn�t leave his face; Severus was so easy to goad.
Snape�s jaw muscles clenched. Bastard.
�She hasn�t come down for breakfast.� Lucius added; Severus was clearly too wound up to string along. �I believe that Draco said that she and Ginny were spending some time together. Still, what�s she done to get you so worked-up? Hoping she�d visit you, and she didn�t?� This really was interesting. He hadn�t seen him this intense in a very long time.
�I just need to talk with her. That�s all.� Snape finally sat down with some tea, his black eyes glittering dangerously.
Lucius turned back to the newspaper, hiding a smile. This could be even more fun than he had previously imagined.
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Ginny had gone off to talk with Draco about seating arrangements, so Hermione decided to head up to the library for a while. The Malfoys had put together a fantastic collection of texts over the centuries, and she was itching to take a look at a few more of them.
She entered the library, and saw Lucius sitting in his customary chair. Lucius looked up, and smiled when he saw her. She was dressed in the snug-fitting garments that identified the wearer as a Potions Master, although hers, unlike Snape�s traditional black, were a medium grey. They suited her, had had to admit, although he much preferred last night�s dress.
He told her so, and she smiled and blushed. �The dress was nice for dinner, but not quite as comfortable for an afternoon of reading. I was hoping that I might look through your library a little more, if you didn�t mind. If I�m not interrupting you, that is. � She looked at him hopefully.
He couldn�t help but smile. �Of course, Hermione. In fact, if you don�t mind the company, I wouldn�t mind showing you some of the other texts in the library.� He paused, debating briefly again about the Dark Magic texts. Maybe there were a few he could pull out�. �One of my great-great-great uncles had a passion for medieval texts, and spent a great deal of time collecting works from around the world. If you�d like, you can take a seat at my desk, and I�ll go pull some of them out.�
Hermione nodded, a smile on her lips. It was exciting to see someone who shared a passion for books. �That would be great. Thanks.�
Lucius came back with a stack of books and set them on his desk, pulling up a chair so that he could look over he shoulder at the texts. Hermione reached for the first one, noting the title, Al-Aksir Misri.
Lucius put his arm on the back of her chair, leaned toward her, and explained the book, �It�s an Arabic work on Potions in Egypt. I could have had it charmed so that it�s translated as you read it, but I prefer the original Arabic, highlighted by the illuminations in this manuscript. I believe there is only one other copy of this manuscript. Other editions, of course, exist, but nothing that has the quality of designs to be found in this text.�
Hermione nodded. She opened the book, and was dazzled by the brilliant blue colors and gold gilding on the frontispiece. Wow. She slowly leafed through the book, cursing her rudimentary Arabic skills. The illustrations were detailed, but not helpful enough to explain the text. Still, the work was beautiful. She closed it and picked up another book, this time with a Latin title. This, at least, she had some of hope reading: Alkemonia.
Lucius brushed his fingers against her shoulder as he leaned in again, and described the book: �This is a Latin translation of an Arabic text found in Spain. The Arabs continued to develop Potions knowledge while the Europeans engaged in witch hunts through the Middle Ages. Of course, the Arabs who came in to Spain were often brutally tortured�� He left his hand where it was brushing against her should, and he leaned in closer, to better look over her shoulder.
Hermione began to read the book, very aware of Lucius sitting behind her, leaning almost against her. Rather than looking at the book, he watched the concentration on her face as she began to read. He smiled inwardly. This book was definitely on the edge of acceptability; it contained a lot of information on how to utilize potions for less than positive results. If it had been written in the last 50 years, it would have been classified as a Dark Arts text. As it was, its age and relative obscurity removed that stigma from it.
Very casually, he began to rub his thumb lightly against her shoulder, still leaning close enough that he could smell her shampoo, inhaling her scent.
Gulp. Hermione felt the slight pressure of Lucius� thumb against her shoulder, and wasn�t at all sure what to do, so she opted for pretending that she didn�t notice it. She looked back at the book with a new intensity. Hmph. As she continued reading, it dawned on her that the book wasn�t exactly what it seemed to be. Interesting. Still, this was Lucius Malfoy, and it wouldn�t be surprising if he owned at least a few Dark Arts books.
As Hermione continued to read, Lucius decided to move things forward slowly. He placed his other hand on her shoulder, and began to slowly rub her shoulders, feeling her tension, her sore spots and her knots through the padded clothes she wore. Gently and precisely, he put pressure on her muscles, still leaning in close to her.
Hermione froze. Merlin! What was he doing? She briefly debated demanding that he stop at once, but his hands were mesmerizing. Oooh, but he did have a touch for this. It had been a long time since someone had massaged her shoulders with such care, and it did feel good. She relaxed slightly and gave a slight sigh.
Lucius couldn�t help but look pleased as Hermione gave a small gasp as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot between her shoulder blades. Slowly, one hand moved to the back of her neck, and he began to work the sensitive skin at the base of her scalp. Hermione couldn�t help but give a small mew of pleasure. Giving up on reading, she closed her eyes, and relaxed back into his hands as his fingers toyed with the tendrils of hair on her neck.
Her sighs of pleasure became a little more audible, and Lucius moved his head closer to her neck. Hermione shivered as she felt his hot breath on her neck, his hands working fluidly.
Oh Merlin this felt good� The whispers of his breath on her neck and ear sent bolts of heat through her body, and she could feel herself getting excited, despite herself.
Lucius grinned at the look of bliss on her face � this was only the start; he knew his hands were capable of great things. Sometimes terrible things, and sometimes wonderful things, but certainly great things. Breathing on her neck, she unconsciously tilted her head away from him, shivering, and giving him better access for planting a kiss on her creamy skin.
A fraction of a second before his lips touched her skin, the door of the library was flung open with a crash. Hermione jumped, but Lucius merely looked up. Gods, Severus really had the worst timing.
Hermione heard the barely controlled fury in the voice before she even saw the look of rage on his face, �Miss Granger. What are you doing here? I understand that you are here to be an aid to the bride, not to be spending your time in the library, reading texts of dubious origin. Get out of here, you foolish girl. Now.� Petrified by his anger, Hermione mumbled her thanks to Lucius and left the library hastily.
Lucius sneered at Snape. �Dear me, Severus. I do believe that you have more than just a passing interest in the girl�s well-being.�
�I told you to keep your hands off the girl, and yet here I find the two of you in your library, your hands and mouth all over her. Don�t push it, Lucius.�
�I can assure you, I wasn�t doing anything that brought even the merest hint of protest from Hermione. In fact, I believe she was actually enjoying it. She is above the age of consent, and the last time I check, so was I� He paused, smirking. �But you still haven�t explained to me what you interest in her is. Certainly more than you are letting on, dear cousin.�
Snape glared at him, but said nothing.
Lucius continued, �I can certainly understand the attraction � a bright girl, not unattractive, in her way. Young, firm flesh. Oh yes, I can see how she would be of interest to you�.� His voice trailed off as he noted Severus was trying to restrain himself.
�Just stay away from her,� Snape muttered. Shrugging slightly, Lucius went back to his wing chair, and went back to the reading he had been doing when Hermione first entered.
Snape glared at the floor; if he went after Hermione now, it would only give Lucius more fuel for his belief that he was interested in her. So he sat down in the opposite wing chair, scowling into space. How could she be so stupid? To let Lucius get his hands on her like that? To let Lucius kiss that neck? To be encouraging him with his little gasps and sighs?
The obsidian eyes closed as he relived the images of Lucius� hands on her. And yet, the more he thought about it, the more he envisioned his own hands on her, his own hands eliciting those sighs, and that uneven breathing, those little sounds of pleasure escaping her lips�.
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