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Master Mine Book 2: A Lesson in Love	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Seven
BETA love – RaynePheonix2 & sab81790
“BEAVES!” Hermione jumped about a foot into the air as Draco’s voice boomed out of her floo the next morning around nine. She stood from where she had been sitting cross-legged on the floor resorting books, behind the newly relocated couch.
“Merlin Draco!” she scolded somewhat breathlessly as she tried to calm her racing heart. “You scared the piss out of me, what to do you want?”
Draco laughed before asking, “Can I come through? Had another date with Millie last night and then we went to The Dungeon. You’ve turned me into a gossip, and I want to talk to you and dissect it like a girl.”
Hermione couldn’t help it; she threw her head back with her mirth. Draco was exactly what she needed this morning. “Of course, you can come through!”
She laughed harder when Draco didn’t even pop back in to his place like most wizards did before flooing. Instead there was a puff of green fire, indicating he had tossed down another handful of floo powder and she heard him call out, “Hermione Granger’s Flat!”
“Ugh!” he groaned a moment later, leaning against her mantel. “Remind me that flooing when your head has gone before you isn’t the brightest thing to do next time, yeah?” He was rubbing his brow line with his thumb and middle finger when she suggested he follow her into the kitchen for some tea.
Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting close at the table as Draco described the romantic Muggle-movie date he had taken M on the night before. Hermione was thoroughly impressed, though why she wasn’t sure. Malfoy men were sheer perfection at spoiling the women they were with.
“What did you see?” Hermione asked curiously.
“Er…” Draco paused for a second before giving her a sheepish sideways grin before he squeezed his eyes shut and laughed.
Hermione started giggling. “You don’t remember?!”
“I was preoccupied!” he defended with a snort. “But I do remember…something about ‘other women’. It was a romantic comedy-drama something or other.”
“Conversations with Other Women? I want to see that! I love Helena Bohem Carter! She’s incredible!” Hermione said excitedly. “Was it good?”
“It was a chick flick Granger…! And I was with Millie, in a dark theatre. Have you seen what that woman looks like these days? I mean, do you honestly think I paid a wit of attention to the movie?”
“Did she like it? Was it her first movie?” Hermione couldn’t help her enthusiasm as she wrapped her arms around one of Draco’s and leaned her head on his shoulder. She had found through the years that a Pureblood’s first time in the movie theatre was like popping a cherry – one hell of an experience. They never forgot their first movie, just like one never forgot their first time.
Lost in her musing, she missed Draco’s surprised look at her need to snuggle. It wasn’t that they never snuggled, in fact they frequently did, but usually when they were watching the telly, not drinking tea at the table.
“She loved it, it made quite an impression,” he promised, dropping a kiss to the top of her head as he glanced around. Was it just him or was her flat a disaster zone? His eyes swept the kitchen to find numerous cupboards open with their contents on the counters. He craned his head a bit only to realize that the couch had been moved and there were stacks of books on her end tables and coffee tables. “We had a great time and then she rocked my socks off at the club.”
“That’s awesome! I’m so glad you had a wonderful night, Draco,” she said sincerely. “You’ve been waiting for this happiness for a long time. How do you think things are going? Are you getting serious?”
Draco’s eagerness to discuss his date was fading as he realized that Hermione seemed a bit melancholic. All of a sudden, he felt like a terrible friend. He had been there for almost thirty minutes and hadn’t asked her how her own date the night before had gone. He knew Hermione had been thrilled to have Severus completely to herself on a Saturday night and had planned an elaborate dinner. She had even showed him the new knicker set she had bought in Snape’s favorite color when they had gotten together Friday night.
It was a couple minutes later that he realized they were sitting in silence, his little witch friend leaning heavily on him like she needed the contact more than anything else in the world. “Hermione?” he asked quietly.
She tilted her head slightly to look at him and, while there was a soft smile on her face, Draco could see the pain in her eyes. “Come on,” he told her. Gently he pulled away and gestured for them to move to the couch; she followed hesitantly.
“We don’t have to do this, Draco. I’m sorry I’m off. Tell me more about your evening.” It was obvious she knew he had figured out something was wrong.
Draco didn’t say anything, instead he led the way and sat down before patting his lap. She paused momentarily, raising her eyebrows before she shrugged and crawled up with no further prodding. The minute he wrapped his arms tight around her, she burst into tears.
Draco just let her cry. It was painfully obvious things the night before had not gone well, but he would wait for her to talk. After a short time, she started apologizing through her sniffles.
“I wanted to just listen and be a good friend to you,” she murmured into his shoulder as he ran a hand over her long, tangled curls. “I really am so happy for you.”
“I know you are, Hermione,” Draco promised her with a gentle squeeze of his arms. “Tell me what happened.”
He listened patiently. For the first time in his life he knew that the confidence she was putting in him was one he would never betray. She meant too much to him. He realized that, while they used funny stories and tidbits that they learned about each other in fun, jesting manners (such as when he told the Polyjuice story to Millie) something like this he would never use against her. He was grateful she trusted him enough to confide in him this way.
Draco had never had a friend like Hermione before. Of course, he had been close with Crabbe and Goyle in school, and later in life he had reconnected with Theo and Blaise and they had become a trio of good friends. He discussed business and pleasure with his male friends, though. Not feelings and relationship and dreams and desires.
Once upon a time he had been able to talk to Pansy Parkinson like this, but after they dated on and off from the time they were fourteen until after the war, their relationship grew strained and they were unable to remain friends.
Hermione Granger had filled a hole in his life he hadn’t realized he had. Part of him wanted to snort when he thought of her as a sister or even (dare he say it without laughing) a mother figure. Granted, yes, there was this undercurrent of sexual tension – but that was because she was neither his sister nor his mother and she was a beautiful, powerful witch.
Even though their relationship was quite new, he had known her for almost seventeen years at this point. They had reconnected so quickly and so deeply, he felt he had known her this well his entire life. Draco found himself fiercely protective of her and he wondered if this was how the Weasel and Scar Head felt about her, as well. If it was – it was a wonder either of them ever allowed her to date. The pain and confusion and heartache she was experiencing affected him viscerally. By the time she explained what had happened in full, Draco was ready to put her to bed and seek out his godfather to pummel him into a bloody mess for how stupid he had been.
The only thing that stopped him was the fact that he knew his godfather and was positive that the taciturn idiot of a man was already hurting himself enough over what had happened. He had never seen Snape as affected by a woman as he was with Hermione and was sure he was angry enough with himself without Draco’s help.
It was a while later before Hermione had stopped talking brokenly and dried her tears with a small mountain of tissues. They still sat wrapped up on the couch together, and Draco thought carefully about what he needed to say.
In his opinion, they were both at fault. Hermione should have been more forceful in her convictions. Yes, he understood her need to please. This was a need that Draco had engrained on his own psyche. It was wicked of Snape to pull the Master card on her, but a Dom wanting his sub viscerally and using all tactics to talk her into submitting? There wasn’t anything wrong with that.
In his head – Hermione was at fault for letting it go to far.
However, the way Snape reacted to her upset was awful – even if it was standard for the taciturn man. He was sure that Snape had seen her tears and had instantly gone on the defensive. And his godfather on the defensive was an ugly thing. That is where Snape had made his mistake. He should have taken the time to listen to Hermione as his witch, not as his submissive. He should have heard out her frustrations and they should have talked it through.
In his head – Snape’s mistake was leaving.
Draco took a deep breath and started sharing his thoughts. “The first thing I want to ask you is this – if you had really not wanted to have sex then and there – would you have done anything different?”
They were sitting side by side, Hermione’s was chin on his shoulder while his was on top of her head, and he felt her stiffen completely. “Don’t over think it, Granger. Just answer the question honestly.”
“Of course, I would have stopped him if I really hadn’t wanted to have sex. He makes me feel incredible, sexy, and beautiful. I loved his response to me. I didn’t try very hard, and I do realize that. Then he asked me about pleasing him as my Master, though, my whole mind set changed.”
“So, it wasn’t so much that he was eager and wanted you and dinner got ruined, but that he changed the dynamic from personal time to D/s time?”
“I – I don’t know,” she admitted as she pulled back to wipe her face with both hands. “I mean, I did want him to stop. I asked him to wait until after dinner…then he went all Dominant and I wanted to please and my head got muddled–” She broke herself off to take a deep breath. “I think if he hadn’t gone ‘Master’ on me, I would have pushed harder for him to stop.”
“Okay. Let’s talk about that, there,” Draco interrupted. “You are bloody Hermione Granger. If you don’t want sex, no one is going to make you, least of all Snape. He has immeasurable respect for you. I have never in my life seen him interact with a woman how he interacts with you. If you were serious about stopping him, you should have put your foot down; you should have been blunt–”
She nodded dejectedly and glanced at him briefly before averting her gaze like she was embarrassed. Draco instantly knew that she was starting to think that she was to blame for the entire evening.
“Stop,” he commanded. She looked up at him, startled, before more tears slipped down her face. “While you should have been firmer, how he reacted was totally uncalled for. You got upset when you realized dinner was ruined and wound up getting a little bit dramatic. Everyone overreacts sometimes when things don’t go as planned.” Draco shrugged as if he experienced this phenomenon numerous times. “Snape overreacted and was unnecessarily cruel – which, unfortunately, is just part of his MO. Not that this excuses him. He needs to be held accountable for his nasty response.”
Hermione snorted through her tears and Draco grinned knowingly.
“What do I do to fix it?” she whispered after a moment of silence where Draco handed her a couple more tissues and pulled him back into her side. “I don’t want this to get out of hand. I lo – really care about him.” Neither commented on what she had almost said.
“Oh…I have a feeling you just need to wait for him to come groveling. If I know Snape (which I do) he’s at home beating the shit out of himself for how royally he fucked up last night…”
Severus was a mess. He had hardly slept the night before – barely a wink. He played the scene with Hermione in his head over and over again, and each time a deeper feeling of dread trickled into his soul.
He had fucked up.
Royally.
He was angry. Mostly at himself, but a little at her, too. Ultimately, however, he knew what had happened the night before was mostly his crime.
He wished she had been firmer with her desire to wait for sex until after dinner. Yes, he’d heard her ask him to wait. Yes, he had been desperate for her and used his Dominance, which he knew was his greatest tool of seduction in that moment, to get his way.
Never in a million years had he anticipated her anger and devastation over a couple ruined Wellingtons, though. He would have gladly taken her out for dinner after they had put themselves right. The food didn’t bloody matter to him.
And that’s where you differ and where you went wrong. Severus knew that it wasn’t the fact that dinner had been ruined; it had been that her carefully laid evening had crumbled. She had spent hours making her home, her person, and a meal perfect for him because she had wanted to impress him. She had wanted to spoil him. She’d had a plan, and he had destroyed it with one well placed phrase: You wouldn’t deny your Master, would you?
He’d fucked it up.
Royally.
The mantra kept rolling through his head.
Fucked up.
Royally.
Royally fucked up.
Ruined everything.
Severus wouldn’t blame her if she showed up and flung his collar in his face, though he knew Hermione would never do that. She was the type of woman who would talk to him in length before removing it and laying gently on the coffee table before taking her leave – not the type would never do something so rash as to throw something of such significance in his face. Not that she would even end things over their fight last night. His stomach clenched. Or would she? How was he supposed to go about making sure that she didn’t?
He flicked his wand, which he had been rolling through his fingers while lying on his back in bed. He frowned at the time. Very uncharacteristically, Severus had laid in his bed until almost noon. Groaning, he realized he had no energy to shower or straighten his flat. Or even to fix himself something to eat. After a few minutes, he dragged himself out of bed and dressed before forcing himself to head down to his office. He paused momentarily in the kitchen to glare at the small bouquet of tea roses he had accidently left on the kitchen table the night before – he had been too eager to see her and hadn’t even returned to his apartment after the meeting. They were just another reminder of the terrible evening.
Severus had been working for about an hour when an elf popped into existence with a plate of food. He told the poor thing to bugger off before throwing the food in the rubbish bin.
Burying his hands in his face, Severus lost in himself in his own thoughts. So much so, that he never even heard the floo and wound up pulling his wand on his oldest friend when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.
“Fucking hell, Malfoy!” he growled, ripping his body away from the older man’s touch before slamming his wand on his desk in a fit of frustrated anger. Sparks shot out of the end of the dark wood.
“My apologies, Severus,” Lucius said smoothly, summoning his office chair with a beckoning twitch of his fingers. Snape watched warily as Lucius sank slowly into his chair before resting his cane across Snape’s desk and sitting back.
Crossing one leg over the opposite knee, Lucius started talking. “Your demeanor tells me your night did not go as planned.”
Severus dragged a hand down his face and sighed heavily. “An understatement if there ever was one.”
“Ah.” Lucius gave a brief nod and Severus averted his eyes from his friend’s penetrating gaze. Not for the first time, Severus wondered if he should have told Lucius to keep her – to keep Hermione. The witch would have been so much better off with Lucius.
Lucius, who knew how to be compassionate. Lucius, who had experienced a real relationship. One that had withstood the test of time and two wars. Lucius, who could spoil her beyond reproach – with words, with demeanor, with riches, and with kindness. As a man and as a Master. A man that would be able to understand the nuances of the language of women, a man that wouldn’t insult her and leave when she stood in front of him in tears; who would have stayed and listened and tried to talk things out immediately. A man who would have been able to salvage the night, even after the turn that it had taken.
Snape knew Lucius loved her – even if neither of them were willing to call out the elephant in the room, they both knew. Lucius loved Hermione.
But damnit…he…
…Severus loved her, too.
He buried his face in his hands. I’m in love with Hermione Granger.
He had never even thought those words about another woman. Not since Lily.
Fucking, fuck.
He had fucked up.
Royally.
He didn’t know if he could fix it.
The only thing he did know was that, if he was even going to try, he would need Lucius’ help. It didn’t matter that it was unfair to ask for it.
Hermione startled when she heard the buzzer at her door. She had been attempting to put her flat back in order but had decided she liked where she had moved the couch and was trying to rearrange everything around its new position. She pressed the button a moment later. “Yes?”
“Flower delivery for Hermione Granger.” The voice was feminine, benign, and bored, but her heart fluttered in her chest hopefully,
“I’ll buzz you up,” she answered before pressing the switch to open the doors. She stood, somewhat impatiently, in front of her door while twisting her hands together. The knock she was expecting still made her jump slightly. She counted slowly to five before she pulled it open.
She was greeted with a huge bouquet of deep red, long stemmed roses sprinkled with baby’s breath and lush greenery in a beautiful crystal vase. A small envelop was tucked among the blooms.
“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise. “Thank you!” She reached to take the arrangement from the woman and was startled when a deep, rumbling bass interrupted from the hallway.
“I was hoping that I could bring them in for you.” Snape’s voice was soft, and instantly tears sprung to her eyes. She froze for a moment, when he appeared behind the delivery woman, who was giving Hermione a tentative smile.
When she nodded, the florist handed the flowers to Snape and immediately disappeared down the corridor. Hermione hesitated for only a moment before stepping back and holding the door open for him.
Severus took two steps into her apartment before pausing in surprise as he heard Hermione close the door behind him. He quickly came to his senses. “I like where you moved the couch,” he said conversationally. He moved quickly across the room and placed the flowers on the coffee table.
He hadn’t looked her in the eye yet, and he was almost shaking with his nerves. The last time he had messed up this badly and had tried to apologize, the witch in question had all but told him to go to hell.
He knew better than to compare Hermione Granger with Lily Evans but couldn’t seem to help how he was feeling. “I know it’s not the traditional tea roses you’ve come to expect,” he said quietly as he gently readjusted one bloom in the vase, “but the woman at the flower shop assured me that when one fucks up as badly as I did the language of flowers calls for fifteen long-stemmed red roses.”
He heard a little sniffle and turned to see his witch standing where he had left her by the door, arms wrapped tightly around herself. His heart fluttered as tears streaked down her cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, Hermione.” His voice trembled a bit with emotion as he met her eyes. “Can you forgive me?”
There wasn’t even time to take a breath before she was flinging herself into his arms and snuggling her face into his chest. Severus closed his arms around her unhesitatingly and rested his cheek against the top of her head. He breathed in her scent as they stood there, clutching each other fiercely.
All Severus wanted to do was take his little witch to bed and show her how sorry he was – show her what she meant to him. He knew that in this case, however, he would have to step out of his comfort zone and talk it through. He owed her that.
He kissed the top of her head. “I would like to talk about what happened. I need to explain myself not because the way I behaved was defensible, but because I need you to understand me. I want to be a man who deserves you.” He felt sick with nerves. Just because she was in his arms now, didn’t mean she would stay there.
Her glassy eyes shot up to his urgently. “Severus, I made mistakes too–”
He shook his head and lifted his forefinger gently to her lips to stop her from talking. “Please, let me get this out. I…I…”
Hermione stepped back and grabbed his hand, leading him to the sofa. “Let’s sit. I won’t interrupt again.”
Severus’ heart was pounding as his blackened gaze met her warm chocolate one. It’s now or never. Tell her how you feel. Tell her you love her. He internally shook off the tiny Gryffindor part of himself that he kept under lock and key and stuck to the script he had been practicing in his head for hours.
He rubbed his hands on his trousers before beginning his monologue. “Hermione, I want to be good for you and to you, but this is alI very new to me. I’m going to need your help to change into the man I want to be… the man you deserve.”
It took all of Hermione’s willpower not to interrupt. He was a deserving man, she didn’t want him to change, she liked the way he was. They both would need to grow to make this relationship work, but that didn’t mean they had to change who they were. She bit the inside of her lips to keep from talking and folded her hands tightly in her lap.
“The thing is, that man is inside of me, he’s just trying to find his way” Severus paused before swiping a hand down his face.
“I’ve never in my life been in a non-power dynamic relationship.” He wasn’t looking at her, he couldn’t seem to meet her eyes. He felt too vulnerable, like he had sliced himself open for her to see the parts he had intended to keep hidden his entire life long. “I don’t have the pretty words to match the many years of experience of compromise and companionship that other men have. I’ve had numerous casual sexual relationships with women, but they have all been in the D/s context.” He stopped talking again, swallowing hard. This was more difficult than he had imagined. While he knew he had asked her to let him talk, her silence was a bit unnerving. He mentally gave himself a rueful shake. He needed to press on.
“I’ve only had one significant relationship, and it was a power exchange relationship with Britt. I was younger then, and I enjoyed being in control. And she was always submissive to me…always. Even when she wasn’t submitting, she always catered to my will.
“I don’t want that type of relationship with you. Or I do – but only in the bedroom. Unfortunately, it’s all I know. Your resistance last night didn’t even register as a real thing until afterwards, when I realized you were upset. I felt blindsided and it bothered me so much that you were crying that I shut down and couldn’t see past what I perceived as a rejection.” Severus chanced a quick, covert glance at Hermione. She was studying her clasped fingers, but he could tell she was listening – truly listening – to every word.
“Hermione, I’m not used to women wanting me for me. Hell – I’m not used to anyone wanting me for me. I’ve lived my life with people wanting me to fulfill a purpose, a request, a demand, or something of the sort.” He clenched his jaw as emotion made his throat thick. He was able to continue again after a moment. “Because of this, I get defensive and hide myself behind cruelty when things get hard to manage – it’s part of who I am, but I swear I don’t want to be like that with you. It’s just that, through the years, it’s the only way I’ve found that works to keep the disappointments at bay. I know it’s not a good excuse for how I am or how I reacted last night, but it’s a reason. And it’s something I want to work on, something I want to change about myself. Especially when it comes to our relationship.”
He heard her breath hitch, and he instinctively turned to face her as he reached out and grasped her hands. He held them tightly and waited for her to meet his eyes. He knew that the tears flowing were because she was relieved, so he finished what he intended to say. “I don’t want to be cruel to you when we fight, I want us to be able to talk things out. I don’t ever want to spend a night apart in anger again.”
That seemed to break whatever restraint she had left. Severus had barely finished his last words before Hermione was crawling into his lap. Somehow, at the same time, she clasped his face in her hand and was kissing his mouth heatedly. He kissed her back with only a bit of reluctance, he was a bit taken aback by her reaction.
Between kisses, Hermione spoke. “I don’t ever want to spend a night apart in anger again, either,” she declared. “I was miserable. I hated that you left.” She kissed him again, her tongue delving in to stroke the roof of his mouth. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own as his fingers wound into her loose, bushy curls.
She continued to talk while frantically undoing buttons on his shirt. “I overreacted,” she explained while nipping his jaw and sucking at the sensitive skin underneath. Severus caught on to what was transpiring and started undoing the button on her pants. “If I had wanted you to really stop, I would have stopped you. I loved what we did, I was just disappointed afterwards with what happened to the meal.”
They were peeling layers of clothing off almost desperately. “You worked hard.” He wanted her to know that he knew why she had gotten so upset. “You looked amazing. The table was beautiful. Dinner smelled incredible. You wanted the night to be special, and I got carried away at the sight of you.”
“I was enamored by your reaction,” she assured him as she pushed herself to stand so she could shove off her pants and knickers. “You made me feel so sexy.” She just barely let him arch his bum off the couch and shove his trousers down to his knees before she was clamoring back into his lap.
“You are sexy.” Severus let out a deep growl as Hermione wrapped her hand around and impaled herself on his thick cock. Immediately the talking ceased as they both growled at the sensation. Her hands were in his hair as she loomed over him from her position in his lap, her nails scratching his scalp as his fingers sunk into her hips to pull her down as he jerked up.
He stared at her through heavy lidded eyes as her head fell back and her mouth dropped open in a silent cry of pleasure. Severus slid his hands up to clasp around her slender waist, using his fingers to encourage her to bow her back, presenting to him her lovely breasts. He leaned down and lapped a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and causing her to shout out before letting it pop so he could give the other the same attention.
He could feel her hair drag on his knees and she bucked on him, taking his length deep inside her. Hermione used his shoulders for leverage as he continued to lave her breasts with rough attention, and he could feel her nails leave crescent shaped indentations in his deltoids. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled at her as he watched her face contort in ecstasy. “Are you going to come for me, Mine?”
“Yes!” she whimpered.
Severus wrapped his arms around her – one at her waist, the other at her hips – before surprising them both and flipping her onto her back on the floor. His pants made movement hard, so with a flick of his wrist, he banished the rest of his clothing before gathering her back up into his arms and thrusting deep.
Hermione’s hands scrambled against his chest as she cried out his name. “Please, please, please – oh, Severus, please!” He upped his pace while snaking one hand between them to seek out her clit. Using the pad of his thumb, he found the ball of nerves and rubbed it in time with his thrust, fast and just shy of brutal.
Severus watched as her face contorted, her eyes squeezing shut as her hands reached out and tangled in his hair again. She jerked his face down to her, capturing his mouth a mere second before her vaginal walls exploded in tremors around his prick.
“Uhgnnnn!” She moaned hotly into his mouth as she came, her tongue still trying to entangle itself around his own. As she calmed a bit, Severus sealed his lips to hers and kissed her with everything he had. All the emotion, all his regret and shame for what happened the night before, and all his relief at her forgiveness poured out of him with that kiss.
When her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and her back arched so she could press her breasts into his chest, Severus lost himself completely. His orgasm shot up his spine, making starbursts explode behind his eyes and he had to rip his mouth away from hers so he could breathe. A moment later, he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her hair as they both gasped for breath.
Hermione felt as if she had been flung to the moon before falling back to Earth at warp speed. Her heart was thundering in her chest at an unnatural rate. She pushed at Severus’ shoulders urging him to lift his head. When he did, she clasped his face in both her hands. Her eyes darted between both of his, taking in his half of what had just transpired between them. They were dark and glistening with emotion, her heart swelled.
“Severus,” she whispered. “Severus…I…” I love you! Oh, she wanted to say those words, but she was so terrified that he wasn’t ready to hear them yet. “I forgive you,” she continued after only a fraction of a second’s hesitation. “Say you forgive me, too.”
“There’s nothing to forgive,” he promised, before leaning down to capture her lips in a sweet, toe-curling kiss.
They lay on her carpet in the middle of her living room, kissing and whispering endearments to each other as he softened and eventually slipped from inside of her. When this happened, Severus gathered her in his arms and rolled to his back, letting her settle against him. He stroked her back and hair while she ran her fingertips over the lines and grooves of his muscled chest and taut abdomen. Only when her stomach grumbled loudly, did their conversation turn to more practical matters.
“Would you be willing to come and stay with me this evening?” he asked her as she slipped her knickers on before reaching for her bra and shirt.
She sent him a surprised look. “Of course, I’m willing,” she said.
It was only fifteen minutes later, when they stepped through the floo together into Severus’ flat. Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes growing wide as Severus’ hands settled onto her shoulders from behind.
The flat was lit with dozens of candles burning lowly over ever flat surface. The dining table was laid for dinner. Hermione guessed a stasis charm had been placed over the pasta dish she could see, there was also a loaf of French bread, and a green salad. The place settings were close together so they could sit side-by-side, and a bottle of wine was breathing in a tub of ice. She spied chocolate covered strawberries with a tub of whip cream on the kitchen peninsula.
There was a crystal vase with fifteen long-stemmed roses identical to the ones he had brought to her apartment as a centerpiece, and on her plate a bouquet of the same sunset colored tea roses he had given her on their first date. Another bouquet of tea roses sat near the dessert in a small tumbler of water.
“Dinner to make up for last night,” Severus murmured in her ear. “I’ve been assured, also, that there is no such thing as too many flowers. The ones by the dessert are the ones I forgot to bring with me last night.”
Hermione’s eyes flooded with tears, and she felt a bit selfish that she had been upset he hadn’t brought her flowers the night before. She had no words; all she could think to do was turn and wrap her arms around his neck. She kissed him, putting her gratitude and love and into the gesture.
They were going to be just fine.
Lucius sighed before closing his Gringotts ledger. Standing, he moved to the sideboard where he poured himself a glass of bourbon before retiring to one of the wing-backed chairs in front of the fire. The crack of the house-elf did not startle him, but he did move his eyes from the fire to the small form of Tinny. The elf reached out and patted his hand in an uncharacteristic gesture of affection. Lucius couldn’t help it; he closed his eyes and relished the touch. Tinny had been both his and Draco’s nursemaid growing up, and she had a strong attachment with both the Malfoy men. She knew of their discomfiture with this kind of care, and only indulged when she sensed they really needed it. She was never wrong.
“Do you needs anything, Master Lucius?” Her tiny voice was soothing, and Lucius turned his hand, so his palm was up in order to grip her fingers briefly before letting her go.
“I am fine, Tinny,” he told her, not unkindly, as he pulled his hand away. “Please feel free to tell Bilby and the other elves they may retire for the evening.”
“Of course, sir.” She was gone with another loud crack and Lucius raised the tumbler of alcohol to his forehead. The glass felt cool against his skin and he sighed.
Once again, his thoughts turned to the petite little brunette who had turned his life upside down. He had checked the journal immediately upon returning home that evening, but no new notes were present. There wouldn’t be any – not tonight, anyway. Severus had talked his apology to death before they had both left The Dungeon earlier in the evening.
Lucius knew that Severus was motivated to keep things on track with Hermione, and the dark man could be very charming and charismatic when he wanted to be. Lucius envied his friend for the night he was undoubtedly having. Right now, Lucius figured they were in the middle of dinner and Hermione was making doe eyes at Severus. The promise of make-up sex in the air as they wined and dined.
His imagination shifted, and he saw himself in Severus’ place, instead. Lucius pictured himself feeding Hermione bites of dessert between long, lingering kisses, before he pulled her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom – a place where he had only ever taken his wife.
He lay her in the center of his gigantic bed before peeling every stitch of clothing from her beautiful body and lavishing hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses all over her form – starting with her toes and mouthing every inch of skin up to her ears before down to her breast, and, finally, setting in to feast on her delicious little cunt.
Lucius never even realized he had undone his trousers until he took his heavy erection in his hand, stroking his cock a couple of times before thumbing his glans, smearing his precum.
He groaned, low in his throat while he brought Hermione to a screaming release with his fingers and tongue. He watched her breasts heave and fall as she caught her breath before a wicked smile spread across her face as she moved to her knees and crawled to him, looking like a cat on the prowl.
His other hand deposited his drink on the end table before joining the first to cup his scrotum to pull on it gently before rolling his bollocks. He squeezed the base of his shaft, swearing softly as Hermione glanced up at him from under her eyelashes just before darting her sweet, pink tongue out to lick the precum off the bell-shaped head of his dick. Her hand reached out and she cupped his balls, rolling them firmly before sucking his cock deeply between her bee-stung lips. He hissed as her other hand gripped him and pumped him, squeezing with the most perfect pressure.
Her tongue swirled around the head of his rod before she engulfed him fully again and again. He could feel the muscles of her throat swallowing him down and he let out a feral shout, coming hard.
It was only as his breathing calmed and his eyes fluttered open, that he realized he was still sitting in front of the fire in his study. The loneliness of his situation caused anger to swell in his chest and he snatched his wand off the end table to clean himself before downing the rest of his drink.
He stood and put his clothing to rights before storming across his study, more determined then ever to get Hermione Granger out of his head.
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