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The Conflict of Hermione Granger	By : TheLadyRed Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 18154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7

The Morning After

Hermione lay in her bed in the early hours of the morning, staring at the ceiling. She had gotten little sleep during the night, her mind seemingly stuck on a loop repeat of the events that happened in the study.

She was frustrated, angry with herself, and above all, so incredibly turned on. She hadn’t realized how erotic it was to have a powerful older wizard like Lucius Malfoy attracted to her, and she felt another warm gush between her thighs as she pictured again what Lucius might look like under those expensive robes.

Finally realizing what would turn her hopelessly overactive brain off, she slid one hand down to the apex of her legs, and the other to her full breast and alert nipple.

Closing her eyes, she saw Lucius in her mind and began to imagine it was his mouth circling her clit, his mouth plucking and laving her dusky nipples, his hand cupping her full breasts. Her breathing sped up as she visualized placing her hand on the erect organ that had pressed against her the night before, and faster and faster her finger circled and taunted her clit. She moved her hand from her breast, and spread her soaking folds and inserted one finger in, and then a second. In and out her fingers traveled her hot wet passage as she flicked her eager and over alert button, and finally, she felt her release coming. For the first time, she pictured Lucius’ face as she fell over the edge, envisioning his beautiful mouth growling her name.

Sleep followed shortly, and Hermione was deep in more sexy dreams starring the elder Malfoy, and in another first, she woke up relieved, with no nagging feelings of guilt troubling her.

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In Wiltshire, there was a wizard laying awake in his own impressive and massive suite.

Lucius couldn't figure out why one accidental kiss with his son's friend would have lit him on fire. For Merlin's sake she was young enough to be his daughter, and was engaged to boot. He had found Hermione in his thoughts more often than he would have liked in the last few weeks and he had found himself staring at her the night of the bonfire, intrigued by her intelligent and quick mind, and realized she had blossomed into a gorgeous young woman.

Her curls had been tamed, and she had filled out in all the right places, and maintained a curvy, trim figure. In short, she was beautiful, and if not for her age and their history, he would have pursued her based on looks alone.

So it was just her looks? he mused to himself. No, there had to be more. It was that spitfire personality, that fast moving mind, and - it was everything. She was something special, and Lucius could no longer lie about the fact that he found her arousing.

He closed his eyes, picturing her right before he kissed her, thinking back to that moan - that breathy moan, so alluring, and that fuckable look in her eye, and began to stroke his hardening member.

Reaching for his wand, he murmured a lubricating spell, and then he began to retract his foreskin, letting the spongy tip feel the cool air, and then up and down he ran his hands, thinking of her, thinking of how it would feel to have her hot, wet mouth moaning around his shaft, or even better, her hot, wet channel pulsing around him and he felt himself nearing completion. Faster and faster he stroked, imagining her gasping and writhing beneath him, and with that, he finished, shooting his completion onto himself, and wishing it was ending inside of her instead of where it had.

He murmured a quick Scourgify over himself, reflecting on the fact that he hadn't blown so fast like that since his Hogwarts years, and rolled over to finally find sleep, knowing a certain petite brunette with caramel eyes would be the center of his dreams.

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Hermione arrived at the ministry that morning for work later than usual and a touch out of sorts. The night spent mostly without sleep led to a deep sleep and hot dreams that had caused her to ignore her alarm, and she had rushed to get ready, throwing on the first clothes she saw, and hurriedly traveling the halls to her office once she made it in.

Once getting to her office, she put on the ‘out of office’ reply and closed her door, hoping that would keep any visitors. She knew she was in a tetchy mood, and didn’t want to pretend to feel otherwise. She knew Ron was still away on a mission, so she felt safe in assuming there’d be no unexpected drop-bys and she opened some magical texts, continuing some earlier research.

About noon, she heard a knock on her door that she initially ignored, but as the knock grew more insistent, she sighed and called, “Hello? Come in,” and the door swung open to reveal none other than Draco.

“Draco, my out of office reply is on. How did you know I was here?” Hermione asked angrily.

“Father told me what happened last night, so I went to your house first to check on you, but no one was home, so I knew you must have come into work, so I came straightaway to see how you were doing,” Draco answered.

“He told you what happened? I mean, it was nothing - - I, well, I,” Hermione stammered over her words, her heart beginning to pound, a deep red flush beginning to cross her face, heat growing within her.

“Yes, of course. He told me how you suddenly got sick and how to go home. Food poisoning, huh? I told you to stop eating from those Muggle food lorries for lunch, Granger!” Draco laughed.

“Oh yes, yes that.” Hermione answered, calm beginning to return to her heart.

“That’s all it was, right? You’d tell me if there was anything else, wouldn’t you?” Draco asked warily, now eyeing Hermione suspiciously.

“Of course I would, Ferret. I just think your father and I aren’t destined for a meal together, is all.” Hermione replied, trying to appear breezy and collected.

“Okay then. Lunch at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow then? I don’t want to eat with you today if you’re still feeling off!” Draco ribbed, rising from his chair, and heading from the door. As he crossed the threshold, he turned and said casually, “Father wanted me to tell you you’re welcome in the study anytime,” Hermione’s eyes grew wide and Draco finished, “to borrow The Hidden History of Hogwarts? He said you had your eye on it last night.”

Hermione jerkily nodded as she sat behind her desk, words not coming to her mind to respond as the cheeky blonde left her office.

Draco walked away from her office, his mind turning. Something had happened, and there was something between his father and Hermione. He could feel it. Maybe it was time they had that meal after all.

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A/N: Finally, we're getting somewhere! I'll have a lemony update for you on Tuesday. Enjoy!
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