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The Masked Lady	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 36030 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 7: Chairman of the Board

Lucius tapped his fingers on the glossy surface of the long, wide table in the center of the ministry board room. Almost everyone was accounted for with the exception of the Director of Charities, not that he was all that interested in having another �chat� with the difficult witch. She was a fiery little thing, passionate about her job and the charities she represented. It was no wonder that his masked vixen was willing to give her pilfered loot to Hermione Granger. Lucius had to admit that the ministry did tend to give the larger budgets to spells and potions, both departments that could produce tangible evidence to present to the public. Feeding the poor didn�t have as much punch as a potion for erectile dysfunction.

He glanced around the room at the wizards and witches gathered around the table and shuddered inwardly at the thought of the old geezers, most of them well past four hundred, trying to get it up for a roll in the hay. Though he supposed when he was that old he would probably still wish to tumble a pretty witch but it was difficult to imagine that far ahead especially when he was still a relatively young wizard with plenty of zing left in his wand.

Though he questioned that notion when Hermione burst into the room juggling an arm full of binders and parchment as she stumbled to her chair. He could only shake his head as he watched her drop her burden onto the table and begin sorting it while cursing softly beneath her breath. Lucky for her he was the only one near enough to actually make out what she was saying and he found the colorful vulgarity rather amusing. She was a brilliant witch with a skill beyond measure when it came to magic, but her appearance�well that was something else entirely.

Lucius considered the fact that she might be pretty if she didn�t look as though she fell out of a thrift store. Her hair looked as though it hadn�t seen a brush in�well ever. She wore no makeup and her lips, while pretty in shape and color, were chapped. Her body was indiscernible draped as it was in an ugly brown jumper that was about six sizes too large for her, the sleeves rolled up several times to free her hands. She wore a straight khaki skirt that brushed the tops of her feet and a pair of hideous brown loafers with thick soles that looked like something a person wore to correct a foot deformity. She really was a homely little witch, at least she appeared to be. What would she look like dressed in black leather? Damn it! Now wasn�t the time to be thinking about her. He scolded himself inwardly.

�Ah, Ms.Granger, how nice of you to join us.� One of the other board members remarked snidely. The girl looked up and her brows lifted high over remarkable amber eyes.

�It�s my pleasure, I assure you.� She replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she settled into her chair and folded her hands atop her stack of binders. The board chairman cleared his throat and banged his gavel on the table to start the meeting. The meeting went through its usual paces as they discussed pardons for inmates, prison conditions and paroles. They then moved on to community initiatives and improvements for public parks, new uniforms for aurors and a remodeling of the training facilities. Hermione listened though she was prone to rolling her eyes when she felt that the topic was of little importance or that the funding was frivolous. Lucius found her animated expressions amusing and had to stifle a chuckle more than once.

�Now, onto charities.� The chairman said, his lips tightening as he prepared for Hermione�s annual verbal attack on their lack of dedication to the causes that mattered. �Mr. Malfoy, let us begin by thanking you for your generous backing of the Dark Forest Conservation project.�

Hermione turned to him and narrowed her eyes. He saw the flash of anger and felt his stomach clench and the hair on the back of his neck rise. Something about that look in her eyes called to him and he couldn�t look away.

�You told me you had no desire to contribute to any more charitable foundations yet you almost single handedly fund a conservation project?� She nearly growled through her clenched teeth.

�What can I say? Their cause called to my softer side.� He smirked. No one else in the room bothered to say anything, not that Lucius was surprised. He had heard Hermione lay into the board in the past and knew she was in possession of a viper�s tongue.

�You don�t have a softer side, Mr. Malfoy. You saw an opportunity to gain a political ally and you jumped on it.� She snorted, ignoring the gasps of shock from the others. �I shouldn�t be surprised. Why should you care that a hundred children are starving to death so that they can save a hinkypunk nest?�

Lucius wanted to smile. He was far from insulted, nor was he surprised to have her ire directed at him. He almost liked her. There was something to be said for a woman who refused to back down, who kept right on fighting even when the odds were against her. He never would have thought along those lines before, but lately he seemed to find strong women more and more fascinating.

�They aren�t my children so why should I be concerned? My child is warm, clothed and well fed, always has been, I did my job.� Lucius knew he was being an ass, he really didn�t like the idea of a child suffering but no one expected any better of him so he figured why bother.

�You had the luxury of being born into obscene wealth and the luck of having a head for business, others aren�t so lucky. Others have to work for a living and work can be difficult to come by. Without the ministry�s help these families have nothing? You want me to believe that anything in that forest that is being protected is more important than the health and welfare of a wizarding family?� She looked as though she was in pain and he could tell how deeply she felt for the people she was trying to help.

�How is their bad luck my problem? How is it yours?� Lucius leaned closer to her, shutting the others and their shocked expressions out of the conversation. �Why do you waste your time, your energy and your youth on these people? No one is listening to you, Ms. Granger, don�t you understand? No one else cares. Why do you continue?�

�Because if I don�t stand up for them no one else will.� She snapped.

�Oh, and what about your little vigilante friend? A regular Robin Hood at your disposal to fund all of your sob story causes, seems to me she is standing up for them in her own special way.� He said, his smirk spreading. He wasn�t expecting a matching smirk to grace her lips as she leaned even closer.

�You would know all about her, wouldn�t you, Mr. Malfoy?� He was taken with the saucy arch of her brow. They were oddly well groomed compared to the rest of her. That and her fingernails seemed to be in remarkably good shape, perhaps Ms. Granger wasn�t as oblivious to her appearance as he thought. �She is your obsession. You think about her night and day, don�t you? How many times has she stolen from you now?�

�It isn�t your concern.� His eyes narrowed and a tingle of awareness he didn�t quite understand slid down his spine.

�You haven�t filed a single report to Harry. Why is that?� She asked softly, a smug smile lifting the corners of her mouth. �What is it she does for you?�

�We have gotten off topic here, Ms. Granger, we were discussing your needy families and their impossible plight. You can�t save them and you will kill yourself trying to.� He said.

�Then it will be a good way to die.� She sat back and opened her binder, aware that the intimate exchange between she and Lucius had the board�s stunned attention focused solely on her. �Now, since you are all so beautifully focused on me, let me run down the reasons why my budget should be exponentially increased this quarter.�

~@~

The board meeting began as a boring gathering of the wealthy and powerful with the exception of a few minor executives. He had immensely enjoyed his conversation with Hermione Granger, she had so much fire inside her that it almost made him look beyond the hideous image. Almost. She had handled the board masterfully, making them feel small and tremendously guilty though it didn�t get her budget increased. He was rather impressed with what she had accomplished, though, the guilt trip was beautiful. She was almost Slytherin in her technique.

He sat at the table, the room empty now that the fireworks were over. It was quiet, the end of the workday, and he took advantage of the silence as he sat at the table reading over the financial plans for the conservation project. He conjured a pot of red ink and a quill and began making notations in the margin of changes that would make more financial sense. Had a child come up with this projection?

He crossed through yet another column of frivolous spending and began scratching out his recommendation for a better course of action. He didn�t hear the door closing or the lock being slowly turned that indicated he was no longer alone. It wasn�t until the soft scent of vanilla and leather reached his nose that he became aware of another presence in the room. He laid the quill on the table and sat back slowly, his hands resting loosely in his lap.

�How very brave of you to stalk me in the ministry.� He didn�t even bother to look back but heard her soft chuckle then the light click of her heels on the stone floor as she came towards him.

�I think we can argue who is stalking whom.� She said as she slipped into his peripherals and then leaned against the table with her ankles crossed. �You have been a very naughty boy, Mr. Malfoy.�

�Have I now? And just what is it that I have done that is so naughty?� He couldn�t help but lick his lips at the sight of her. The familiar black leather trousers hugging her hips and thighs and a soft knit, long sleeved shirt cupping her breasts made his palms itch in longing.

�You still haven�t called off your hell hounds, they are still looking for me and then there is this nasty little bit about you donating money to frivolous causes.� She tossed her shiny curls back over her shoulder and her glossy red lips lifted in a smile. He was desperate to see her eyes but as always they were hidden in the shadows of the mask swathing them.

�You have spies in the ministry?� His insides shook with excitement after nearly three weeks without seeing her. Oh how sad was that, giddy over seeing a woman he didn�t even know, whose name he couldn�t begin to fathom.

�Not nearly as many as you.� She said. �You should rethink your charitable contributions.�

�Whatever for? You have donated more than enough on my behalf.� He said, trying not to give away his joy at seeing her in his voice.

�But your pockets run deep, Mr. Malfoy, and they are topped off every day.� She surprised him when she threw one shapely leg over him and settled herself astride his thighs. �You have more than enough money to spread around.�

Lucius nearly growled as his wayward penis stood up and took notice of the delectable little bundle settled so perfectly in his lap. There was no hiding his reaction to her as his cock hardened and swelled against her leather clad bottom. Her fingers found their way into his hair and she tugged his head back so that he was looking up at her.

�Is my money the only reason you keep coming for me?� He asked, settling his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as she slowly began to grind herself against him.

�You like for me to come for you.� She gave her hips an exaggerated wiggle, rubbing against him.

�I won�t deny it.� He began moving beneath her, unconsciously lifting his hips with every downward rotation of hers. He wanted inside her more than he wanted his next breath. The memory of her snug heat wrapped around his fingers and the tangy sweet taste of her on his tongue was at the forefront of his mind.

�I think you like coming for me, too.� She was panting softly as she rubbed against him. Lucius was somewhere between heaven and hell. It was heaven to have her in his arms and hell not to have full access to her. He hadn�t dry humped since his days in school but was willing to take what he could get from the elusive witch.

�I am wearing nothing of value for you to sneak away with today.� He was grinding his teeth, ashamed to admit, even to himself, that he was about to spill in his trousers like a teenaged boy.

�I�m not here to rob you�.I�m here to work off some stress�.� She moaned, her fingers bit into the back of his neck as she arched her back, her hips moving earnestly against him. He watched her lips part and heard the soft whimpering cry slip passed them. �Oh god�I�m coming!� She shuddered against him and before he could blink he joined her, spurting inside his trousers again and again as the witch continued to rub against him.

She stroked his neck gently, surprising him with the tender, soothing gesture as she rested her head against his shoulder for a moment before lifting up to look at him. His cheeks were flushed with a mixture of passion and embarrassment, a light sheen of sweat dotted his forehead.

�You are very, very bad for me, Mr. Malfoy.� She whispered.

�Yet you can�t stay away.� He returned. Her fingertips traced the shell of his ear and she bent her head, her lips a hairsbreadth from his.

�No, I can�t�and I hate myself for it.� She pressed her lips against his gently, the first time she had actually offered him true intimacy. He returned her kiss lightly, thinking it had been all to brief when she pulled back and slid from his lap. �Goodbye, Mr. Malfoy.� She waggled her fingers and he saw her wink behind the mask.

�Wait�.how did you get in here?� He asked, suddenly realizing that they were in a secured building. His eyes widened and a smile lifted his lips. �And a piece of the puzzle is revealed�.you work for the ministry.�

�Maybe, maybe not.� She said. �Have a nice day.� She slipped through the door, closing it behind her. Lucius lunged for the door only to find it locked. He turned and went back to the table to retrieve his wand, blasting the lock and running into the hall. She could only go one direction so he darted down the corridor after her, knowing there were no secret passages for her to use to get away from him. He cursed when he reached the lifts and there was no sign of her.

Where did she go? How did she keep getting away from him? He swore softly and looked to his right to see Hermione Granger standing behind her desk with a smirk on her face.

�Lose something?� She asked, slamming the drawer on her desk closed.

�Did you see anyone get on the lifts? A young woman with dark hair?� He asked.

�Can�t say that I did.� She said, her head tilted to the side. �Was she important?�

�You might say that.� Lucius muttered as he turned and headed back towards the board room.

Hermione fell into her chair and breathed a sigh of relief when he was out of sight. She looked down and smirked�a piece of black leather stuck out from her desk drawer.

Sorry your update was late�I had to work and then had a department meeting after work to discuss an upcoming exhibit�..but, I didn�t forget!!! So here it is�..

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