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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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With only Hermione occupying Malfoy Manor, the house felt odd and desolate. It was too far gone in the evening to call on Ginny, and Hermione relegated herself to her room until dinner. Feeling silly eating alone in the vast dining room, Hermione had Tipsy bring her meal to her sitting room.

The silence in the place was nearly deafening. Hermione pored over a book while distractedly nibbling at her dinner. Laughing to herself, she thought that she was behaving like a lovesick schoolgirl, pining over Lucius' absence even though he'd only left three hours ago.

Knowing that she would go stir crazy for the next few days, Hermione took Lucius' advice and owled her sassy redheaded girlfriend.

The next afternoon Hermione met Harry and Ginny for lunch. Ron hadn't come along, and no one made mention of his absence. Remembering their last outing, the girls were adamant about not having anything with the words seafood or salad in it, and opted to dine at a small but tidy café.

The owner was a stout woman with short, purple curls and clashing eye makeup. Her clothes looked haphazardly thrown on and mismatched as if she'd dressed in the dark, but when she'd seen the three lingering at her shop's doorway she'd kindly ushered them inside.

The owner's name was Miss Merrimay, and although her appearance seemed a bit eccentric, she was a warm as the soft pastries that appeared at their table. After going off to fix their lunch, Hermione sat across from Ginny and Harry and the three became engrossed in light banter.

After a few minutes Ginny had excused herself, leaving Hermione and Harry alone at the table.

"You love her, don't you?" Hermione said smiling when she noticed Harry's softened eyes following after Ginny as she left the room.

"Yes, I do," he admitted, a wide grin on his face.

"You still look at her the same way you did when we were back at school."

"I feel the same way, if not stronger. Actually, I'm glad we're alone right now, because I need you to help me pick out a ring."

Hermione's eyes widened when she realized what Harry was asking. "Oh my god!" she squealed, unbelievably happy for her friends. "Harry, that is wonderful! Yes, of course I'll help you."

"Thanks," he replied grinning. "If you haven't already, I hope you find someone that makes you as happy as Ginny makes me. And if Ron is right and you're already met said bloke, don't be scared to bring him around; we don't bite."

Wistfully tracing a finger around the rim of her teacup, Hermione looked up gratefully when Ginny sat back down at the table.

After devouring the generous helpings of food that Miss Merrimay brought out, the three left the café. Harry pecked Ginny on the lips and then left the two witches to their own devices.

"Two days, two days alone to me and my bathtub," Ginny sighed with a dreamy look on her face.

Hermione shook her head, giggling at her friend's silly behavior.

"Blimey. Hermione, I forgot to bring my clothes," the redhead suddenly recalled, snapping out of her reverie. "Damn, Harry's already gone; we'll have to stop back at the Burrow to get my things."

Remembering that they would see Ron if they stopped by, Hermione came up with an alternative.

"We'll just buy what you need," she told Ginny. "We're already out."

Seeing that Ginny was about to protest, Hermione cut her off. "You're my guest and you're doing me a favor. It's a bit unnerving staying in that big, empty house alone. Granted the house elves are there but I rarely see them."

"Alright, fine Hermione. But you have to buy something for yourself as well; I'm willing to bet that the last clothes you bought were when Lucius dragged you out, kicking and screaming."

"I did not kick or scream," Hermione replied sarcastically looking at Ginny's amused face. "Although, I might have cast jinxes at Lucius, even if it was just in my head."

Hermione allowed herself to be dragged a clothing shop that she'd never noticed. A young, bored looking witch had been sent over to assist the girls and their ever growing pile of clothes. Hermione had picked up the most comfortable looking items she'd seen, only for Ginny to snatch them out of her hand.

"You little dictator!" she hissed at her friend.

"Hermione you're great at…well everything else, but rubbish when it comes to shopping. Now, that jumper was ghastly and you know it."

"You know what? I think I'll sit here and let you pick out everything," Hermione grumbled, looking back and finding a blue crushed velvet colored chaise behind her. Reaching into her small handbag, she withdrew a book that fit in the palm of her hand, and used her wand to enlarge it.

Ginny stood by the chaise, looking at Hermione speculatively. "So you're giving me free reign to shop?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes! Now go," she huffed, hastily turning a page.

By the time Ginny was finished scouring the racks, Hermione was onto the next chapter of her book. She didn't even look at the packages' contents and hastily settled the bill. Hermione then summoned Tipsy who appeared and Apparated their purchases back to the manor.

"I don't even want to ask what you've picked out," Hermione commented as they left the shop. "But I couldn't help noticing that the surly looking assistant was chuffed to bits towards the end."

"Well, I expect she makes commission," Ginny said, shrugging her shoulders. "If I worked there today I'd be pleased as well."

As their luck would have it, the two witches passed a jewelry store. Hermione immediately went to peer though the glass window, eyeing the glittering rings and necklaces on display.

"That is gorgeous," Ginny breathed, looking down in the right corner of the window. Hermione looked to see what captured her interest and saw the ring; a Marquise cut diamond placed in the center of a platinum band.

"It is," Hermione agreed, mentally taking note of the ring.

"Hey, do you think you and Lucius will eventually...you know," Ginny asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea," Hermione admitted. "At first, he did say that I would want for nothing, and after time we've grown to be fond of one another. But he was married before and I truthfully don't know if he wants to revisit that. Maybe that's why the thought never came to mind."

"It could happen, Hermione," Ginny said softly.

"I sincerely doubt that," Hermione replied a tinge of bitterness coloring her voice. "But it's not as if I could marry another even if I wanted, so that's that."

Ginny knew that Hermione felt more for Lucius than she was letting onto, but remained silent.

"Oh, let's go in there," Hermione said, changing the subject. Her attention was now captured by a frilly decorated beauty shop.

"Honestly!" Ginny griped good-naturedly, running after her suddenly chipper friend.

After both girls returned to the manor, they settled in Hermione's room. Ginny was perched at the little table sipping on tea while Hermione pawed through the many packages in her room. She'd asked Tipsy to leave them out, wanting to see just what her friend had picked out.

"You really are as bad as Lucius," Hermione half complained as she held up an understated yet elegant blouse against her body. "It's as if you two are in cahoots with one another!"

"Quit your grousing, Hermione. Just nod and smile, because you know you like what I've chosen."

Still mumbling underneath her breath Hermione, had to concede inwardly that she'd loved everything Ginny had picked out.

"Here Ginny, I think this got mixed up with my stuff," she said handing her a bundle of dark gold silk and cream lace.

"No, that's yours," the redhead replied with a wicked grin.

"Ginny!" Hermione cried, holding up the lingerie.

"What? You've already told me that Lucius has taken you shopping so he already knows what your unmentionables look like. You need to own something that he hasn't already seen."

Feeling her face suffuse with heat, Hermione picked up the offending item and put it in the drawer with the rest of her undergarments.

"Gads, Hermione. You're over there blushing like a virgin!" Ginny cackled, nearly knocking over her teacup.

Hermione stood frozen at her bureau. "And your point is?" she asked after turning around.

"Well haven't you…oh my god, you haven't?" Ginny said, her mouth hanging open.

"Well, we were about to!" Hermione continued sounding flustered. "We actually came pretty close until Draco came banging on the study door and-"

"Oh my god! This is too great, you and Mr. Always Proper Lucius were about to shag in his study?" Tears flooded Ginny's eyes as she bent over laughing hysterically.

"No! I told him I didn't want my first time to be in there. He has all of those nosy portraits hung about; granted he covered them up and cast a Silencing Charm but still…"

"At least you were afforded privacy!" Ginny continued. "You know Harry and I can't do anything with Ron hanging about. And I positively refused to steal a shag in the garden shed like Fred and George."

Watching as Hermione's eyes became bigger and bigger, Ginny began laughing again. "Oh, with those two are you really all that surprised? Anyway we had to sneak over to Grimmauld place; bloody annoying really. Ron kept following us around that day, but thank god Lenore came over and held his attention long enough for us to make our escape."

"I keep forgetting that Sirius left Harry his house."

"Yes, tell me about it. Mum made it clear that she didn't want Harry and me visiting the house, alone." Ginny rolled her eyes, thinking about her mother's statement. "If she only knew…"

"Okay, that's enough! I don't need to hear about you and my best friend going at it. It was weird enough sleeping next to him the times we had."

Ginny had known about her sharing a bed previously with Harry but hadn't been jealous at all. She knew the two had a sibling like relationship. Ron, on the other hand, would always 'accidentally on purpose' let his hand graze against Hermione's bum when they slept, pretending that he was dreaming. Hermione had known better and promptly kicked his ankle.

"Alright Hermione," Ginny said blithely, moving to gather up her bathrobe and slippers. "As it were, I have a standing invitation with your bathtub, so if you'll excuse."

"Enjoy," Hermione chuckled, positing herself on her stomach across the bed.

"Hello love, I've missed you," she heard Ginny's voice say fondly to the bathtub.

"No loons allowed in my lavatory!" Hermione couldn't help herself from shouting.

"No intruding on personal time with my bath, Mummy Malfoy!" came the muffled voice from behind the bathroom door.

Burying her head in the crook of her arms, Hermione felt warmth spread throughout her body as she thought of her last evening spent with Lucius in his study. She'd been anything but a prude; her penchant for books on every subject was how she'd learned about masturbation. Up until Lucius she'd been the only one to give herself an orgasm. But to say that Lucius had merely brought her to climax would have been akin to saying that the Wizarding War she'd fought in had been a mere kerfuffle between two opposing wizards.

Memories of Lucius' hand and mouth on her body had been burned into her brain, making her breathless whenever she thought about it. Hermione laughed to herself; merely being touched by the man had already left a lasting impression. She was pathetic.

"Get your mind out of the gutter," came Ginny's aggrieved voice when she returned from her bath, breaking Hermione out of her reverie. "I know that look; your wizard will have returned before you know it."

"Ginevra, are you ever silent?"

"Yes. Would you like me to enlighten you as to when?"

"No thank you!"

"Alright then, now move over. This lovely bed is calling my name."

The next day Hermione and Ginny were having lunch in the solarium when an unfamiliar owl came tapping at the glass. After letting the bird in, a small brown paper bundle was dropped into Hermione's arms.

"Ooh, seems like someone's wizard is missing them," Ginny teased, watching the owl fly away while biting into her sandwich.

"Oh, hush," Hermione replied, sitting back down at the table. Pushing her plate away she gingerly tore off the brown wrapping and lifted the box lid. After peering inside at its contents, Hermione shrieked with joy, nearly knocking over her water glass.

"That must be one hell of a gift," Ginny interjected, leaning over to see what Hermione was looking at. Inside the box laid an ancient looking book, the leather worn in many spots and the binding partially undone.

"If I didn't know you, I'd truly have believed that you'd gone round the bend to go barmy over a book," she said.

"Oh shush! Lucius knew I'd been looking for this; it's a first edition book on primitive potions, obscure and hard to find as they only made a few copies. Lucius nor Severus had it in their collection, and I'd mentioned that if I ever found it I'd buy it no matter the condition."

There'd been a cream envelope on top of the book with Hermione's name written on the front. Hermione neatly opened it and pulled out the short note.

'As promised I haven't killed Draco…yet. I know you don't wear a lot of jewelry, but I saw this and thought of you. I don't think I need to tell you to enjoy the book.'

-Lucius

"You can say that again; it looks like it was chewed up by a Hippogriff," Ginny bantered on. "I guess you didn't notice your other gift in here as well?" She reached two fingers inside and withdrew a long, velvet box. Seeing as Hermione was preoccupied with her book, she took it upon herself to examine the contents of the box.

"How lovely," she breathed holding the necklace in front of her face. It was a delicate gold chain, with a simple but obviously expensive pendant on the end.

"What's that-oh, that is pretty," Hermione said, taking the necklace from Ginny's outstretched hand.

"Put the ruddy book down and put the necklace on," Ginny said. "Wait a minute, I'll help you."

Getting up from her seat, she came round to Hermione and stood behind her. After moving her friend's springy curls to one side, Ginny fastened the necklace round her neck.

"It's just your style," Ginny said. "It's not ostentatious at all…and looks like it should pair wonderfully with your new nightgown."

Hermione became flustered and it was evident on her face. Ginny had taken another bite of her sandwich and nearly snorted when she began to laugh.

"If you get that sandwich lodged in your throat, I'm going to sit here and watch you choke," she told Ginny.

At Hermione's behest, Ginny returned to the Burrow the next day after lunch. She was sure that Harry was missing his soon-to-be fiancée. The evening before, when Ginny was swimming about her tub, Hermione had secretly owled him the name of the store they'd passed and a full description of the ring that her friend had swooned over.

After having a quiet supper while reading the book Lucius had sent, Hermione reclaimed her bathroom. Leaning back against the curved rim of the tub, Hermione idly stroked the pendant hanging from her neck, wondering when Lucius would be returning.

Hermione had been grateful that Ginny was willing to spend the past few days with her, as her visit took her mind off things. The first night she'd slept without Lucius had been restless and she'd tossed and turned the entire time. With Ginny next to her prattling on with silly banter, Hermione had laughed until she cried, finally begging the redhead to let her rest.

Now, she found herself back at square one. After getting out of the tub and rubbing a vanilla musk body cream all over her skin, Hermione went to her bureau and pulled out the nightgown that Ginny had purchased.

'Silly witch,' she thought of her mate, pulling the gown over her head. Hermione then walked over to her mirror, admittedly pleased with her appearance. The nightgown wasn't completely modest nor overly risqué. It had spaghetti straps and delicate cream lacing on the bodice and the bottom hem, and the garment fell mid-thigh. Hermione typically hated anything with lace but the nightgown was surprisingly soft against her skin.

Attempting to settle into bed with her new tatty book, Hermione found that she was unable to get comfortable. Previously she'd been sharing Lucius' bed with him at night, until Ginny came over. Climbing from beneath the duvet, Hermione put on her dressing robe and slippers. Picking up her wand and book, she turned the lights off in her room and walked to Lucius'.

Lucius' four poster bed felt incredibly empty without him occupying it. Hermione would attempt to stay on her side at night, somehow always managing to move closer to Lucius as they slept. She'd become so used to his scent that she'd subconsciously gravitate towards him, even during their waking hours.

Unfortunately, his bedding had been freshly washed, his sweet, musky scent no longer lingering amid the sheets. Hermione had tucked herself in on Lucius' side of the bed, settling for sleeping on his pillow instead. After pointing her wand at the hearth, Hermione snuggled down in the bed, reclining on her side with the book beneath her face.

Lucius sighed with relief at being back in his home. He'd been used to staying ensconced because of his standing with the locals. However, during his trip, everyone had been oblivious to his notoriety. Annoying enough he'd been so wrapped up in meetings and such that he'd barely had a chance to himself. What was even more shocking had been the fact that he found himself missing his little bossy witch back home.

Still wearing his traveling cloak and gloves, Lucius made his first stop at Hermione's room. He figured that she was most likely asleep but just felt the need to see her before turning in. Frowning when he noticed her empty and neatly made bed, he continued on to his room.

Lucius pushed open his bedroom door and was greeted by a low burning fire in the hearth. Looking at his bed, he saw a tumble of brown curls spilling over the duvet on the side that he usually slept on. Hermione was curled into a ball on her side, the duvet partially covering her face. She was fast asleep with the book he'd sent laying next her.

Walking next to the bed, Lucius peeled the duvet back with one hand. Brushing the curls back from Hermione's face, he noticed the necklace he'd also sent around her neck, the pendant nestled between her breasts.

Hermione's brown eyes fluttered open when she felt a leather gloved hand brushing against her curls. "Lucius?" she asked sleepily, looking up to see his inquisitive grey eyes.

"Hello, love. Sorry I woke you."

Hermione hadn't realized how happy she'd be to see him, and threw the duvet back. Kneeling upright in the bed, she flung her arms around Lucius' neck, kissing him on the cheek.

"I rather enjoy this sort of homecoming," he said, hugging Hermione's sleep warmed body against his. "Look at you," he remarked, appreciatively eyeing the nightgown that skimmed over her curves.

"This was Ginny's doing; she made go shopping and buy new clothes." Hermione said the latter as if she'd been made to babysit a fully grown Hungarian Horntail.

Lucius chuckled at her response. "Well, if this is the outcome of Ginevra's doing, feel free to have her over whenever you like."

Hermione rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, dropping back down on the bed. "She said you'd like it."

"Sage advice the young Miss Weasley gave you."

"A rather handsome wizard also sent this lovely necklace and wonderful book. See?" Hermione gestured to the pendant around her neck.

"You should tell him that this wizard is going to encroach on his territory," Lucius drawled, bending down and kissing Hermione. "Give me a minute, love. I need to get out of these clothes."

Hermione settled beneath the duvet, still on Lucius side. She craned her neck down to watch him remove each article of clothing in a rather fluid manner. Why hadn't she noticed how gracefully the man moved before?

'You are way in over your head,' Hermione told herself realizing how smitten she sounded.

After taking a hasty shower, Lucius came back into the bedroom with a towel around his waist. He charmed his hair dry and put on a pair of black pajama bottoms and crawled beneath the duvet.

"Do you remember what I told you would happen if you snuck into my room at night?" he asked, idly playing with the brown curls draped over the pillow.

"You said I would get more than I bargained for," Hermione laughed, her voice still laced with sleep. "Although, I should point out that I did not sneak; I walked with a steady gait on the way."

"Cheeky witch, sneaking into my bed and taking over my side." Lucius pulled the duvet back from over Hermione, looking down at the gold satin with lace edging molded to her form. "This really is pretty on you," he said, running a hand over her stomach.

"Thank you." Hermione turned over and buried her head in Lucius' bare chest. "Did you miss me?"

"Nope. I hadn't thought about you, not even once." Lucius placed an arm around Hermione's shoulders, his fingers still idly twirling her loose curls about. "Well, I did think of you once. Whenever I went to sleep at night, I thought to myself 'Something missing, oh yes, Hermione's feet cold feet sucking up all the warmth.'"

"You are utterly horrid," Hermione said, turning her head and lightly biting Lucius' chest. "Where's Draco?"

"Out, if you can believe. Three days without chasing his wand; I'm sure he's more than making up for the loss of time."

"Oh, be nice, Lucius. So, I take it everything went well with your trip?"

"Yes, and I'm glad it's over. I had more important things back home that needed tending to."

Lucius took that opportunity to pull Hermione beneath him, caging her head inside both forearms as he hovered over her body. Hermione slid her arms around his neck, her fingers trapped in silky blonde hair as Lucius explored her mouth with his tongue.

"Now, where did we leave off?" he murmured, moving his lips underneath Hermione's jaw and kissing down her throat. Putting his weight on his left forearm, he used his right hand to ease the lace trimmed nightgown down to expose Hermione's firm breasts. Lucius wasted no time teasing her dark pink nipples, pinching them slightly into two erect nubs.

Hermione moaned when his hand cupped the sensitive globes, her hips writhing when his mouth came down on her left nipple.

"Do you know how maddeningly difficult it was to leave you in my state? Day in and day out in those damned meetings, and all I could think about was your thighs wrapped about my face as you screamed in pleasure."

Hermione half laughed and moaned. "You weren't the only one with addled thoughts; I must've had the damndest expression on my face because Ginny saw me and knew exactly what I was thinking about."

A laugh rumbled in Lucius' chest as he made his way to her other breast. "I told you; your face is too honest. You'd never be able to lie and get away with it."

"So, that's an admirable quality," Hermione said breathlessly, her fingers now digging into Lucius' shoulders. Unable to control herself she wrapped both legs around his waist, her heels grazing the silky material covering his behind.

"Wait a minute, before you do that," Lucius said, slowly moving back from Hermione.

Dropping her legs back down to the mattress, Hermione was pulled to a sitting up position. Lucius then slid the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and pushed the material down to her waist. Pushing against her shoulder he bade Hermione to lie back down, and pulled the bunch up material from around her and slid that and her knickers down and off her body.

Lucius then hastily unrigged himself of his pajama bottoms, and shoved his and Hermione's abandoned clothes to the side. The garments landed on the floor with a soft thump, falling into a messy heap. He then repositioned himself between Hermione's splayed legs and stretched out over her.

Hermione was in disbelief at how instantly aroused she became solely from Lucius' completely disrobed body pressing against hers. His erect cock was pressing on the outside of her folds, and she moved her hips desperate to assuage the building tension in her clit.

"Rather impatient, aren't we?" Lucius averred.

"Your point being?" Hermione asked in a clipped tone.

"My bed, my way. You'll follow my lead for now."

Lucius then slid his body down further, his hands grazing any exposed area of Hermione's body that he was able to reach.

Hermione's head thrashed about on the pillow; her skin felt nearly too tight for her body as she felt heat sweeping over her. Lucius' warm hands stroked her in places that she never even realized were sensitive; the undersides of her breasts, the curve of her hip, even behind both knees. He hadn't even touched her quim, and it was throbbing as if it needed to be filled, or at the very least touched promptly.

"Lucius Malfoy, you are positively infuriating!" Hermione cried sounding frustrated. Whenever his hands were close to her pulsing heat, she'd arch her hips up hoping that he was going to relieve the ache that was taking over. Instead, his caresses would delve to another part of her body, moving away from where she needed it most.

"Be nice, Hermione," he drawled. He pulled Hermione's legs over his shoulders and was placing wet kisses on her ankle, moving up to her calf.

Hermione grew fretful with need; Lucius' mouth was now on her thigh and he still thwarted each of her attempts to make him go higher. "You smell delicious," he commented, rubbing his nose against the soft skin.

Lucius then came down to rest on his stomach, his forearms beneath Hermione's spread thighs. Practically shuddering by the time he nuzzled his face into her lightly furred mons, Hermione couldn't help it when her hips bucked up towards Lucius' mouth. Her clit felt as if flame had been set to it, and the recalcitrant man still refused to touch her there.

Finally, his warm tongue grazed in a feather light touch against the throbbing nub. Hermione yelped loudly at the contact, her hands digging into the bedsheets.

Lucius steadily increased the pressure of his tongue laving against her clit. Slipping his right arm from beneath her thigh, he slipped one finger, then two up inside of Hermione's rippling tunnel.

Unable to keep from mewling and thrashing about, Hermione didn't care that Lucius had pushed two fingers inside of her. His knuckles were pressing against her unbroken barrier yielding a slight stinging; but she was too preoccupied with the need to come.

Her moans depended to a high pitched wail, feeling his digits moving and curling about. Lucius' ministrations soon became bearable, leaving behind the urge for more.

Hermione's orgasm suddenly hit her spontaneously and without warning. She climaxed with force behind it, grabbing Lucius' hair as it was the first thing her hands found purchase on.

When Lucius finally managed to get Hermione to release her death grip on his head, he sat up between her legs. His hand was still between her legs, the creamy juices of her release between his knuckles and pooled in his palm.

"Hermione," he called looking down at the lust glazed over her face. When she didn't respond he called her again.

"Hmph?" she mumbled, unable to utter even a single word.

"Get my wand; it's on the dresser beside you."

Still moaning as Lucius still had two fingers knuckle deep inside of her, Hermione managed to pull herself up and reach over. Grasping the length of wood between two fingers she promptly fell back on the pillows and handed it to Lucius.

Still fingering her he managed to point the wand at Hermione's abdomen and cast a contraceptive charm. Crossing his arm over to toss the wand back on his dresser, he withdrew his hand from her slick heat.

Hermione still lay in a boneless heap, totally spent from her climax. The fact that Lucius continued fingering her well afterwards was about to set her on the verge of another. She then felt him kneel between her legs, drawing her thighs up to drape them over his. His right hand was still coated with her juices when he moved closer to her body, grasping his aching erection and dragging it up and down the slick folds. After head of his cock was generously covered in the slippery fluid, Lucius pressed forward into the warmth.

Hermione had been looking up at Lucius with heavy lidded eyes until she felt the first pangs of the blunt tip of his cock pressing against her hymen. Her body instantly grew rigid, trying to ward off the pain.

"Damn, don't do that," he grunted, trying to hold his body still. Lowering himself until his chest was flush with Hermione's breasts; he slid both arms beneath her back. "Put your arms around my neck."

Tentatively bringing her arms up, Hermione also wrapped her legs around his waist. He'd backed off slightly but the niggling sting of being stretch still remained. Hermione began feeling unsure, not knowing what to expect. Briefly wondering if she should have asked Ginny as she'd clearly gone through this already, Hermione reflected back to the slight pain that she'd already experienced and decided that maybe knowing beforehand wasn't a great idea.

Her heart was pounding, butterflies fluttering about her stomach. Lucius seemed to know that she was anxious because his arms tightened around her back, his mouth firmly placed over hers.

Lucius kissed Hermione until he felt some of the tension slipping away from her limbs. When she was nearly purring in his arms, he took that advantage to propel his body forward, driving his erection into Hermione with a single, smooth thrust.

Hermione didn't realize what happened until she felt the sudden shifting of Lucius' hips, and then the sensation of being split into two. For the second time since knowing Hermione, Lucius heard her harshly swearing, albeit this time in a gut wrenching scream.

This was wrong; it had to be. For all Hermione had read and heard about sex, nothing could have prepared her for the searing hot pain that radiated throughout her body. Lucius' cock felt as if it was stretching and rending her walls, the tip of it pressing sharply into her cervix. Although her legs clung around his hips in a strangling hold, they shook violently.

"Don't move!" she choked out, feeling as if being was being impaled on a glowing sword. "Lucius don't move, please don't move," she begged as hot tears slid down her cheeks, every little movement agitating her pain even further.

"I won't love; not until you tell me," he assured. Hermione's arms and legs were firmly attached around him, her body trembling as she fought to become accustomed his piercing invasion. Finally he heard her breathing became less ragged, felt her heart thumping less erratically against his chest.

After what seemed like an eternity, Hermione felt the majority of her discomfort subsiding into a dull ache. Settling back she realized Lucius' arms were still beneath her back, his hands clutching at her shoulders.

"Is it better now?" he asked.

"I-I think so," she managed to get out in a slightly cracked voice.

Lucius began smoothly moving his hips against Hermione's, still looking down into her face for the any sign of discomfort. Hermione fit exceedingly tight around his cock and it was taking every bit of self control he had not to ride her into the mattress. Catching the unmistakable scent of blood in the air, Lucius was sure there was a good amount of it on his shaft and Hermione's thighs.

Hermione's body trembled slightly at the sensation of Lucius moving deep within her. She still wasn't wholly used to the new feeling but at least she was able to accept him without any more pain. Sighing breathlessly and gasping as the strokes within her began smoother and steadier, a familiar ache began gnawing at the pit of her stomach.

Hermione's arms fell from around Lucius' shoulder and moved down to grip his back. Moving her hips in tandem with his, Hermione found that she was growing increasingly desperate for him to thrust into her harder. Sliding her hands down to his firmly muscled ass, Hermione beckoned him further into her body until he began moving at a faster pace that suited her. Her moans became louder and lustier until she climaxed, her tight walls greedily clamping down on Lucius' cock.

Lucius nearly lost all control when he felt the already snug channel pulsating and nearly squeezing the life out of him. He was desperately trying to hold out and bring Hermione to release multiple times but her body felt entirely too good.

She'd barely recovered from her climax when he knelt up, pulling her with him. Bracing her arms around his back, Hermione was facing Lucius and cradled in his lap when he thrust back up into her. After her legs found purchase and were steadied on the bed, Lucius placed his hands on her behind and began pulling her onto his erection. Hermione cried out, her body bucking at the intense sensation of his cock pressing deep within her walls.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked gruffly.

"No," she gasped, repositioning her arms around Lucius' sweat dampened back. Clinging tightly onto him, Hermione soon found a rhythm that suited her. Each time Lucius' thrust deeply it was coupled with his pubic bone pressing against her clit, causing the young witch clinging to him to fall apart.

Becoming closer to his own release, Lucius' thrusts soon became more voracious and slightly uneven. His fingers were biting into Hermione's behind but she was close enough to the edge that she didn't notice. Swearing loudly, Lucius propelled harder and deeper into Hermione, firmly sending her over the precipice. Shuddering violently as she howled in pleasure, the most all-consuming orgasm she'd experienced all evening crashed over and left her weak.

Between the young witch bucking her hips onto him and bellowing his name, Lucius was unable to hold out anymore. His cock pulsated and twitched furiously as copious amounts of his seed spilled inside her body.

When the throbbing in both of their bodies subsided, Hermione's arms went slack around Lucius' neck and she nearly slid down off his lap. Lucius caught her in time and gently lay her back on the bed. Still breathing heavily he rest his head on Hermione's heaving breasts, his fingers idly tracing her sweat-slicked skin.

"How are you feeling?" Lucius asked after awhile.

"Exhausted," Hermione answered drowsily.

Lucius chuckled and leaned up from her chest, planting a short kiss on her lips. "Don't go to sleep just yet." Looking down, Lucius saw that there was more than a little blood staining her inner thighs.

"I can sort you out with my wand, unless you want to take a quick shower."

Hermione propped herself up on both elbows, slightly shocked at the telling mess on her skin. "Shower."

Lucius got off the bed and waited for Hermione to do the same. However as soon as she put weight on her legs, she stumbled and Lucius easily caught her round the waist.

"Merlin, the things you do for my ego. I never would have thought I'd render you weak in the knees."

"Oh shut it, Lucius," Hermione replied with a small laugh. "Just help me in the damned bathroom; you've worn me out, and I need to sleep."

The hot water was a boon to the lingering ache between her legs. After the remnants of their activities had been washed away, Hermione gratefully crawled back into bed, deciding to forego sleepwear.

"Damn," she mumbled, her head already buried in the pillows.

"What?"

"If I go to sleep with my hair damp, it's going to be tangled worse than Devil's Snare in the morning."

"You really are remarkable, witch; nearly shagged until you pass out yet all you can think about is your hair."

Her body shaking with laughter, Hermione turned her head and looked at the smirking blonde. "You're a fine one to talk! I know you've spent hours preening away at that golden mane."

Lucius didn't deny her words; he merely leaned over and ghosted a hand over Hermione's hair. Feeling the slight warmth, she reached up to find that she was able to run her fingers through the now completely dry tresses.

"Show-off," Hermione muttered. Although, it never failed to impress her when he utilized wandless magic.

"I must admit I prefer your curls to the stick straight look," Lucius said, looping a strand around his fingers.

"You'd be the first," Hermione mumbled drowsily. "I was always teased and called the most awful names because of my hair.

"That's because the little swots didn't know natural beauty even if it slapped them round the face."

Smiling happily, Hermione burrowed further into the bed enjoying Lucius' hands gently running through her curls. Moving closer until she felt his chest against her back, she finally dropped off to sleep.

Lucius had no idea of the time, but when he jolted awake it was still dark in the room. All he was able to focus on was the hammering pain at his temple.

"What in hell," he muttered to himself, clutching at his head. It was then he heard a mewling coming from the floor on the other side of his bed.

Prying his bleary grey eyes open, he looked over and saw that Hermione's side was empty, the duvet and pillows strewn about haphazardly. Hearing the small cry again, he hastily got out of bed and found a whimpering Hermione curled up on the floor; naked and clutching at her head.

"What are you-"

"My head, it feels like it's going to split in two," she choked out with a pained cry. Wrenching her fingers in the roots of her hair, Hermione let out an insuppressible scream. "Lucius, something is wrong!"

"I know, but at the very least let me help you up-"

"No! I can't move, it hurts too much!"

Lucius watched as the young witch then collapsed onto her back, her screams growing louder as her body grew wrought with tremors. "Do something, make it stop!"

Between the pounding in his own head and Hermione writhing in pain on the floor, Lucius was barely able to think straight. Hermione's screams were steadily rising, until it sounded as if she was being Crucio'd.

Hissing a string of curses under his breath, Lucius found his pajama pants and hastily stepped into them. He then found the matching top and bent down next to Hermione, trying to pry her hands away from her face. She'd curled up into a little ball again, as if making her body small as possible would lessen the pain.

"Come love, I'm going to send for Severus. I don't think you want to be naked when he comes," he managed to get in round her screams that left his ears ringing.

Hermione wanted to shriek that she didn't care if the entire Wizarding world saw her naked; the pain that started off as niggling had blown into one that rendered her helpless. She was unable to open her eyes as the dull light in the room even managed to set her synapses on fire.

With great difficulty, Lucius managed to get his shirt round her body and knickers back in place. He knew that Hermione was unable to control her wailing if the pain in his head was in indication of what she was going through. Still her cries grated against his already thin nerves, the harsh sound resonating in his head and intensifying the discomfort.

"Tipsy!" Lucius bellowed while ushering the clamoring witch onto his lap. The house elf briskly popped into sight, awaiting further instruction. "Find Draco, bring him here right now."

Draco was facedown in bed, his head buried in a pillow. After returning from the trip with his father, he'd called on one of his lady friends that were always willing to visit him no matter what time. They'd spent the better part of the evening shagging on every conceivable surface in his suite. The shapely brunette witch had then slipped back into her dress and kissed Draco goodbye before leaving.

Her name was Rosalinn, and she'd never failed to leave Draco in an utterly knackered state. Now, his father's house elf was at his head, attempting to poke him awake.

"What?" he grumbled sleepily, trying to pull the pillow back over his head.

"Master says you're to come to his room now," Tipsy replied.

"Damn!" Draco seethed cracking open one sleepy grey eye. "What in bloody hell does he want? The sun hasn't even thought of coming up yet," he continued craning his neck towards the darkened skyline out the window.

"He didn't say, but he says you're to come right now."

"Fine, whatever. I need to dress first."

After Tipsy left his room, Draco heaved himself out of bed. Almost like his father, he abhorred clothes while sleeping; although he left the bottoms off. Hastily pulling on the trousers he wore the night before and a rumpled shirt, Draco shoved his feet into shoes and hurried across the house.

When he reached his father's suites, he was met with the sound of hysterical crying. Pushing the door open he found his ashen faced father, half dressed and on the floor with Hermione in his arms. She also was scantily clad, the matching silk top to Lucius' bottoms drawn high up on her body, exposing long shapely legs and gold knickers stretched across a curvy bum.

Hermione was curled up in a tight little ball in Lucius' lap, her face pale and body trembling violently. Her screams nearly rivaled the night she'd been tortured in their drawling room by his demented aunt when she'd drawn her dagger through her arm.

"Draco!" Lucius barked, snapping his son out of his reverie. "I need you go to the school and get Severus. You can't Apparate in alone so Tipsy will take you."

Draco warily looked down at the two and then at the minuscule house elf by their side. "Father, what-"

"Draco I don't have time to answer questions! Just go! Tipsy-"

Before the younger Malfoy could speak, the house elf grabbed him by the hand, and he felt himself being yanked from the bedroom. Landing with a thump in front of Severus' office at Hogwarts, Draco swore loudly when he remembered that a password was needed to gain entry. Thankfully a few moments later his godfather appeared.

"Draco?" Severus said, looking at his harried looking godson. "Why are you lurking about in the corridor at this hour? Or better yet, how the hell did you get here?"

After rattling off the scene that he'd viewed in his father's bedroom, Severus turned and went back into his office. Draco followed behind silently watching as his godfather began gathering up a bunch of glass vials.

"Tipsy brought me here, damn! Where did she go, we need her to get back to-"

"Calm down, Draco. We don't need your house elf to Apparate out of the school. I'm the headmaster, remember?" Severus drawled in a bored voice.

"Shall we?" he continued.

Draco groaned yet held onto his godfather's sleeve, feeling the unpleasant lurch in his stomach as he was yanked off his feet for the second time in ten minutes.

Severus strode up the staircase at Malfoy Manor, Draco trailing in behind him. He found Lucius and a shrilly crying Hermione still on the bedroom floor just as his godson had reported.

"Miss Granger," he called, stooping down to look at the agitated witch.

"She won't stop; it keeps getting worse," Lucius grimaced, looking as if he was also in pain.

"I'm assuming you two have consummated your bond; am I right?" Severus continued.

"Yes…is that what this is?" Lucius asked.

"Most likely," he replied drolly. "Hence the reason for your same affliction when you two were first parted. Miss Granger, look at me."

Hermione was barely lucid when she felt cool hands on her tear soaked face. Still whimpering she weakly opened her eyes, finding Severus hovering over her.

"She's out of it," he stated after briefly looking her over. Digging into his robes he produced the potions that he'd brought along. Uncapping two of the vials he bade Lucius to sit Hermione up and poured the contents down her throat. Almost immediately her cries subsided.

"What did you give her?" Lucius asked, feeling Hermione's body go limp in his arms.

"A pain potion and a calming draught," Severus replied briskly, snapping his fingers at Draco who stood frozen across from them. Placing all but one vial in his godson's hands, he handed the remaining one to Lucius. "You look as if you need this," he continued.

Awkwardly shifting Hermione in his lap, Lucius downed the bitter potion and soon felt the pressure lift in his head. "What the hell was that?" he hissed afterwards."I've seen people scream like that - usually when they were being tortured.

"I'd say an uncommon and most unpleasant reaction to your bonds being bridged," Severus mused, looking down at the young witch that was now dazedly staring up at Lucius. "No two blood bonds are the same, and it doesn't help that there was such a large gap in time that you've been apart."

"What now?"

"No idea. But I've left you with more than enough vials should you need it, as well as another calming draught should your witch become distressed again." Severus moved back when Lucius stood up with Hermione still in his arms. He then silently watched as his longtime friend carried the young woman to bed, pulling the duvet over her exposed lower body.

It hadn't gone unnoticed to the extremely observant man's eye when Lucius briefly ran his hand over the now lethargic witch's forehead.

"Sorry for pulling you from bed at this damnably early hour," Lucius said.

"Not at all. Although, I'm sure you can find a way to repay me. Perhaps with a bottle of the brandy you keep stocked in your study."

"Hell, I'll owl you an entire case," Lucius promised.

"You'd do well to remember those words when I come round to collect," Severus retorted. "I'd best be on my way back to the school; they'll tear up the bloody place if I'm not around to crack the whip." With a curt nod Severus Apparated out of view.

"Father…is Granger going to be okay?" a worried voice asked.

Lucius ran a hand through his ruffled hair; he'd nearly forgotten that his son was in the room. Looking up, he saw that Draco was eyeing Hermione, looking like a frightened child. "I believe so…thank you, by the way."

"Alright…"Draco trailed off dubiously. "I'm going back to bed, but I'll be around if you need me."

After distractedly waving his son away, Lucius gratefully climbed back into bed. Looking over at Hermione he found that she was breathing deeply in a sound sleep. Lucius wasn't a man that frightened easily; not after all that he'd been through between being sent to Azkaban and dealing with the Dark Lord. However, Hermione had scared him witless with her screams, causing him to feel utterly useless when he hadn't been able to help. Despite the relief that Severus had left behind, Lucius hoped that what just happened had been a one-off.
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