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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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A/N: I'm glad my little tale is entertaining. This chapter is just as naughty and silly. Needless to say it made me hungry for food and sex.

Hermione thrashed in her sleep, feeling uncomfortably warm. Opening her eyes she realized that she was sprawled gracelessly over Lucius, using his chest as a pillow. Rolling over onto her back, Hermione found that her limbs felt heavy and her head thick as if she’d spent an entire night binge drinking.

After gingerly making her way to the lavatory and crawling back into bed, Hermione found that Lucius was awake and looking at her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Like I’ve been dragged backwards through the Forbidden Forest and then dropped on my head,” she answered, leaning back against the headboard. “What was that?”

“Severus said that it was most likely from our joining. “

“Oh no,” Hermione cringed. “Do you mean that if we sleep together again I’m going to be subject that?”

Lucius hadn’t missed when Hermione said ‘if’ instead of ‘when’. “There seems to be no concrete answer for that. From what I know about blood bonds, they’re usually consummated without delay. Undoubtedly our situation is obscure making it hard to predict anything.”

Hermione gently rubbed at her temples, taking in everything Lucius just told her. “So I guess I didn’t dream that Draco and Severus saw me in my knickers?”

Lucius gave a small shrug. “Believe me, I highly doubt they were able to focus on that trivial point. You nearly screamed the house down. Severus had to pry your hands away from your face just to give you a pain potion.”

“I’m sorry about that; I know that isn’t what you signed up for.”

“Hermione, it wasn’t as if you could help it. Besides, if the throbbing in your head was worse than mine, I see why you were screaming bloody murder.”

“It’s just like when we first saw each other again,” Hermione mused. “Now what?”

“Well you’ve been sleeping for nearly twelve hours; I think a meal is in order.”

Hermione nodded, feeling her stomach jump at the mention of food. “I’ll need to get dressed first.”

“Not if you don’t want to. I can always have Tipsy bring a tray up-“

“Thank you darling, but I think I’ll be able to walk downstairs,” Hermione interjected, climbing out of bed.

Two narrowed grey eyes steadily appraised her as she moved around to find her slippers. “Be that as it may, your room is far enough. Here, put these on,” Lucius replied, also moving from the bed.

Hermione watched as he then took off his pajama bottoms and handed them to her. “Lucius, they’re too long for me! You know my body is nearly the same height as one of your legs.” Still protesting she put them on, the material still warm from being against Lucius’ skin.

“Quit your whinging, witch,” Lucius replied, picking up his wand from the bedside table and lazily flicking it at her. Immediately the silk pajamas shortened and hung properly on Hermione’s frame.

He then, went to his bureau and proceeded to pull out another set of pajamas. Hermione was still frozen to her spot; she had on the same pajamas the he’d lent her on the first night at the manor - the same pajamas that he refused to transfigure claiming they were his favorite.

Looking up, she saw that Lucius was now dressed, his robe hanging around his body and his right hand holding out Hermione’s robe. After slipping her garment on, Hermione followed Lucius out of the bedroom.

“This ought to be interesting; I’ve never had dinner in my bedclothes,” Lucius commented.

“I believe it. You nearly hexed me when I was about to wear jeans and a jumper in your dining room,” Hermione continued. “Oh, I have a better idea.”

She grabbed Lucius hand and led him through the house. Wondering where Hermione was taking him, he was mildly surprised when they reached the solarium. “I haven’t been in here since Draco was an infant,” he commented.

“That’s because you’re always hiding in your study,” Hermione replied. “Ginny and I actually had lunch in here the other day; the view is beautiful whenever the sun decides to make an appearance. Although, I must admit the night sky lends it a sort of enchanting aura as well.”

“This is rather nice,” Lucius conceded, surprised that he was able to see the moon and a sprinkling of stars. “So, what shall I have Tipsy bring us?”

“Honestly, I’m so hungry right now I could care less.”

After summoning the house elf, she returned a few minutes later with a tray.

“Cold sandwiches and wine,” Hermione laughed. “I bet you’ve never had such a delectable spread.”

Surprisingly, Lucius made no complaints about the simple meal, and afterwards the two were sitting on the sofa by the window, wine glasses in hand. There was a comfortable warmth in the room as Hermione had conjured up one of her waterproof fires, and now she lay with her back resting against Lucius’ chest.

She didn’t know if it was the glass of wine that made her bold, but Hermione found herself twisted around in Lucius’ lap, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him down for a kiss.

“If you keep that up, it’s only going to be that much harder to stop,” Lucius said in a low voice.

“Why would you stop?”

“Well it’s not as if I’d want to, but as I recall you said ‘if’, not ‘when’.”

“I know…” Hermione trailed off. “Theoretically, I don’t think we’ll run into that snag again, but Circe knows I want you.” Snaking a hand down Lucius satin clad chest, she stopped right at the bulge pressed against his thigh. “Even in spite of what happened earlier.”

“Does that mean you want to try again?” Lucius asked in a tight voice, feeling her little hand gripping his erection.

“Yes, but if you hurt me again I’ll hex you, so help me.”

“Severus left us more of the pain potion-“

“I don’t mean that, I mean before. It felt as if you were going to tear me apart.”

“Sorry about that,” Lucius replied, shifting Hermione to lie beneath him on the sofa.

Feeling Lucius’s hands at her hips, Hermione raised her body and allowed him to tug the knickers and pajama bottoms off. He then unbuttoned the top, pushing the slippery material aside. Moving in a hurry, he yanked off his own shirt and shoved his bottoms down his thighs.

Hermione closed her eyes and murmured contentedly when Lucius’ hands came over her breasts as she arched her body up into his touch. One finger then gently probed her already slick entrance, causing her to moan quietly.

“Ride me,” he said, sitting down on the sofa and pulling Hermione on top of him. His erection pressed against her outer lips, grazing over her sensitive clit.

“What?” Hermione asked sounding slightly panicked, feeling Lucius position himself at her entrance.

“Pluck up your nerve, little lioness,” he teased.

The dim light highlighted Lucius’ smirking yet handsome face, and Hermione lowered her head to lightly bite his bottom lip. “Shut it,” she said, tugging on the blonde strands that hung over the back cushions.

Closing her eyes, she cautiously lowering her body onto Lucius’, waiting for pain but there was none. Now completely seated in his lap, she felt his sac pressing against her behind. Moving her hips experimentally, Hermione gasped feeling her walls clinging to his thick shaft.

“Oh god,” she moaned, clutching onto the back of the couch and rocking her hips faster against Lucius’. Opening her eyes, she saw that he was looking at her with heavy lidded eyes, the lust evident on his face.

He’d held his body completely motionless at first, waiting to follow Hermione’s lead. When she began panting and gasping above him, Lucius brought his hands around to her waist, gently rolling his hips upwards.

Keening softly at the intense sensation, Hermione felt his cock rubbing against spots she hadn’t known existed. Rocking against Lucius with increasing urgency, she was unable to stifle her cries when an intense climax washed over her.

“Better this time, love?” Lucius asked, holding Hermione’s shuddering body against his.

“Yes,” she hissed, straining to move her hips.

Before she realized it, Lucius began thrusting up into her again, easily coaxing her into another orgasm. She was still trembling when she felt her body being shifted to lie flat on the couch. Lucius prostrated himself between her thighs, one leg pressed against the back of the couch and the other dangling nearly to the floor.

Feeling the tight crevasse hugging his cock, all Lucius was able to focus on was fucking Hermione into the couch. His fingers were biting into her flesh and most likely would leave a bruise, but she seemed to preoccupied with begging him for more.

“Fuck!” she cried, her nails nearly scoring his chest as she was thrown over the edge again.

Her tight walls were like a soft, rippling vise. With a groan and one last sharp thrust of his hips, Lucius’ emptied himself into Hermione’s body.

“You are going to be the death of me,” Lucius said once he caught his breath. He’d grabbed Hermione on top of him and collapsed at the other end of the couch.

“You’re one to talk,” she laughed against his chest. “Always going on about you’re old and weak. It was you that carried me to bed this morning, right?”

“Did you expect me to leave you on the floor?”

“Hush, Lucius. You know what I’m getting at.”

“You’re awfully chatty, witch. Aren’t we supposed to be basking in the afterglow and all that?”

“How should I know? This is your area of expertise.”

“Yes well, I never basked, and I damn sure didn’t cuddle. I think this definitely qualifies as cuddling.” Lucius buried his nose in Hermione’s hair as his arms tightened round her body.

Sighing contentedly Hermione nuzzled her face against his skin. “Yes, you might be right. Although, who wouldn’t want to cuddle with an overgrown cat with the prettiest mane?”

“Cheeky,” Lucius growled, moving a hand to light slap against Hermione’s behind. He then pulled her up for a kiss before pressing her head back down on his shoulder. “How does your head feel?”

“It feels fine, actually. How about yours?”

“Not one complaint.”

“Perhaps we should just wait a few hours, to be on the safe side…” Hermione trailed off.

“What you like to do in the meanwhile? Fancy a new position?” Lucius salaciously suggested.

“Lucius!” Hermione shrieked, lightly slapping his thigh. “You’re as horrid as your son. I’m not sleepy yet; how about a game of chess? Maybe I’ll let you win this go round.”

“You’ll let me?”

“Yes.”

“Now who’s sure of themselves?”

“Maybe your self-assurance is rubbing off on me,” Hermione purred, leaning up to press her lips against Lucius’.

“That is rubbish and you know it. I like to think you came screaming into this world already knowing everything.”

Pulling on Lucius’ hair, Hermione leaned over the edge of the couch, picking up her abandoned pajama bottoms. After she finished dressing she used her wand to extinguish the fire across from the sofa.

Lucius also redressed, and after retrieving his wand lightly slapped Hermione on the rear. “Come along, let’s go. I can’t wait to see the look on your face after I win.”

Rolling her eyes, Hermione grabbed Lucius by the hand as they walked to his study.

After playing three games, two of which Lucius won, Hermione pointed out that they’d been in there for two hours.

“Alright, I’m sleepy now,” Hermione said with a yawn that nearly unhinged her jaw.

“Your room or mine?” Lucius asked.

“Yours,” Hermione said, yawning again. “I’m too tired to fight over the sheets tonight.”

Lucius opened his mouth to speak, and then stopped short. “Wait here a moment,” he said tersely. Guiding Hermione to stand by the study door, he extinguished all the lights in the room.

He then pulled the door open, the well oiled hinges moving silently. Hermione felt Lucius’ robe brush against her as he stepped out into the dark corridor.

“Draco!” she suddenly heard him hiss.

The sound of Draco loudly swearing and then what was unmistakably a female’s shrill scream of surprise rent the air.

Hermione peeked around the corner, seeing Lucius with his wand withdrawn, lit pouring from the tip and directed at his son’s face.

“I’m going to ignore this purely because of the rude awakening this morning,” Lucius continued dryly. “You just keep in mind what your godfather and I have told you.”

“Yes, Father,” Draco said, swallowing so hard that Hermione was able to hear it from a few feet away.

Covering her mouth with a hand to muffle her laughter, Hermione wished that she would have been able to see Draco’s face when Lucius snuck up on him.

“Lucius, that was mean!” she chided when he came back to retrieve her.

“My heart bleeds,” he drawled, slipping an arm around her waist. “You know you still owe me a shag in my study.”

“Oh Lucius!” she scoffed, brushing past him out of the study. “I’m dead on my feet! Save some for another day.”

Chucking in response, Lucius caught up with Hermione and pulled her against him, Apparating them to his bedroom.

“You look different,” Ginny said, her brown eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Hermione replied lightly, digging a spoon into her ice cream.

Lucius had set the wards on his Floo network to allow Ginny access. That afternoon she’d come to the manor to meet Hermione, claiming that she needed to get out of the house.

At Lucius’ behest, he made Ginny promise that she’d take Hermione shopping again. Hermione screwed her face up in a mock grimace but kissed him goodbye anyway before linking arms with Ginny and Disapparating out of the manor.

They were now in a sweets shop, where Ginny continued to eye her girlfriend with intense scrutiny.

“Oh my god, so I guess the new addition to your wardrobe worked,” Ginny exclaimed, her eyes going wide. The blush on Hermione’s face had been more than enough confirmation. “You did! Didn’t you,” she laughed, accidentally clanging her spoon against the glass ice cream dish.

“Pack it in, Ginevra!” Hermione hissed. “The whole shop doesn’t need to know.”

Once Ginny had calmed down, Hermione went on to tell her about the pain she’d experience that nearly rendered her unconscious. The redhead lost her smile, a look of horror now on her face.

“Oh my god,” she gasped. “Do you have to go through that every time-“

“No, thank goodness,” Hermione said. “Severus said that it was most likely result of our bonds being reinforced. I’m telling you Gin, the pain was so awful that when Severus and Draco came in the room and saw me in my knickers, I couldn’t muster up the strength to care.”

“I am so sorry. It sounds awful.”

“I can’t lie; it was. But speaking of pain, why didn’t you warn me about…you know what?!”

“What?” Ginny asked confusedly.

“That the first time would hurt like the devil! I mean, I expected a twinge of the sort but not that!”

She said the last sentence in a whispering hiss, causing tears of laughter to flood Ginny’s eyes.

“Honestly, Hermione. Did you really want to be warned about that beforehand? You’re already a right fit of nerves; I’m scared to see what that would look like tenfold.”

“Oh be quiet, Ginny,” Hermione said, stabbing her ice cream with the spoon.

“Well, surely it got better, right?”

Hermione thought about her and Lucius’ romp in her bed the night before, and then in her shower the next morning with her back pressed against the tiled wall and her legs wrapped around his waist.

“You could say that,” she answered with a small grin.”So, what was going on at the Burrow that chased you away?”

Ginny rolled her eyes, taking another bite of ice cream. “The usual; Lenore wasn’t around to occupy my git of a brother, so he decided to turn his attention towards me. Then of course Mum began interrogating me about your whereabouts and Fred and George are instigators. So I told Harry I was coming to see you and used the Floo while everyone was upstairs.”

“Ronald still has his wand in a knot I take it,” Hermione commented.

Ginny shrugged her petite shoulders. “He’ll get over it.”

After parting ways with Ginny, Hermione Apparated back to the manor. Dinnertime was a few hours away, so she decided to use the time to shower and change into fresh clothes. Lucius had sent an owl, stating that he and Draco were still in a meeting but would be home in another hour or so.

Understanding though slightly disappointed, Hermione looked around her room for a book she’d started. Remembering that she’d left it in the study; she carefully made her way down the steps. While she didn’t prefer heels Hermione had to admit that they looked better with all of her dinner dresses.

Ginny had been insufferable, trying to make her buy a pair more costly but similar in design to the ones she’d received from Maggie and Selma. Only after finding suitable shoes with a stacked heel did Hermione concede. She refused to fall on her face or break her behind for the sake of fashion.

After walking into the study and flicking her wand at the lamps and hearth, light filled the room. Easily procuring her book that had been left on a table in front of the couch, Hermione was about to sit and wait for Lucius when she looked over at his desk.

It had been obvious that Draco had been sent to retrieve whatever necessary documents were needed before the meeting as everything had been left in total disarray.

Sighing, she put her book down on the couch and walked over to the desk. Hermione knew that Lucius would have a fit if he saw the jumble of parchment, books and quills strewn about.

It took her nearly twenty minutes to get everything sorted properly, and Hermione was leaning over the desk shuffling the last stack of books into a neat pile when she heard someone clearing their throat at the door.

“Well this is a pleasant surprise,” Lucius drawled, one hand on his walking stick and a smile on his face.

“Hello, darling,” Hermione greeted, turning her head and laughing at the wicked grin on his face. “Your son left everything on your desk in such a state; you know I cringe when I see a mess.”

She’d turned to lean up from the desk when Lucius strode over and came behind her. “I think I like you right here. It’s very…naughty secretary, or maybe in your case librarian.”

“Do you always have shagging burned into your brain?” Hermione asked, nuzzling her face against Lucius’. He was still fully dressed with his traveling cloak on, his walking stick now leaning against the side of the desk.

“When it comes to you, yes. Of course your outfit only adds to your appeal,” Lucius replied, pressing his hips into Hermione’s backside, his arousal easy pressing through the thin material of her knit dress.

“I believe you owe me a shag in here, witch,” he continued, bringing a hand up to Hermione’s back and pressing her forward.

“Lucius, the portraits!” she hissed, her cheek pressing against a black leather blotter.

“Already covered; although, the images began walking out of them once they saw me bend you over my desk.”

Hermione cringed with mortification, causing Lucius to laugh wickedly. His hands then went to the hem of her dress, flipping it over her behind and yanking her knickers and tights down her thighs.

“Did you miss me?” he purred, slipping a leather encased finger between her dampening folds and brushing it against her clit.

“Yes,” she keened softly at the different yet pleasurable sensation.

Lucius’ continued expertly manipulating the little nub until it grew swollen again his finger. His other hand had deftly unfastened his trousers and pushed them out of the way.

Choking back a moan when she felt Lucius push inside of her body, Hermione’s hands scrambled for purchase on the desk. “You didn’t put a Silencing Charm on the room” she hissed, unable to keep her hips from pushing back onto his cock.

“Then I suggest you keep quiet lest the portraits hear you,” Lucius replied easily.

“That is not fair,” she moaned, her body thrashing slightly when his hips began a slow movement. They hadn’t tried this position yet, and while it felt different, it definitely felt good. Lucius felt even bigger if it was possible this way, and pressed more deeply against her walls.

Hermione desperately tried to keep her moans stifled, but a few manage to escape her lips. The sound of vigorous, wet sex filled the room, growing louder as Hermione approached her orgasm.

Lucius suddenly shifted her body, pulling her back away from the desk slightly. Sliding a hand underneath it drifted down her abdomen and rested at her cleft, gently tugging at the hood of her clit.

It was enough send Hermione barreling over the edge. She howled out her release, her body thrashing and knocking the neatly stacked piles of books from the desk and onto the floor. Lucius’ walking stick also took a tumble, falling with a loud clatter. If the serpent head adorning it had been able to speak, she was sure it would have soundly cursed her and Lucius.

Hermione slumped back down to the desk, her entire body feeling weak. Lucius had made her come so hard she didn’t give a damn if the portraits or even Draco himself had heard her.

After regaining some of her strength, she felt Lucius withdraw from her body. He still had a smirk on his face when he bade her to turn around, hastily yanking off her shoes, tights and knickers and positioning her at the edge of his desk.

“Damned randy wizard!” she groaned, feeling Lucius clamping both hands onto her spread thighs. Hermione had to fall back on her elbows to keep from falling, and he took that opportunity to shove back inside of her body.

Yelling out his name, she ended up falling flat on her back anyway. The wool and satin lining of Lucius’ cloak brushed against her bare legs as he continued driving into her body.

Hermione could feel the moisture trickling down from between her legs, sure that there was going to be a large wet spot left behind on the desk. Lucius obviously didn’t care, pulling Hermione against him and intently thrusting until his cock bottomed out.

Feeling her body involuntarily trembling, Hermione’s back arched up off the desk. Swearing loudly, her fingers clutched onto the edge Lucius’ cloak, her screams resonating in the study.

Lucius fell against her, his cock still throbbing with the after effects of release.

“We definitely need to revisit my desk,” he murmured, capturing Hermione’s bottom lip between his.

Hermione chuckled against Lucius’ mouth. “Once again you’ve shagged me till I nearly passed out. Now you have to feed me.”

Gently pushing at his shoulder, she got down from the desk and retrieved her underwear. Using her wand she cleaned the mess on her inner thighs and dressed. Flicking her wand at the desk, everything began rearranging itself until the neat piles had been restored.

“You weren’t about to pass out, although I will gladly oblige if you like,” Lucius replied, grinning wildly as he flicked his wand removing the black covering from each portrait.

“If you can render me unconscious, then I will kiss your feet,” Hermione replied offhandedly, opening the door to the study. “I’m curious; were you set on having dinner here tonight?”

“Why, did you want to go out instead?” Lucius asked, walking in behind her.

“Well, not before but I do now. I have a taste for sushi.”

Hermione looked at Lucius whom bore a peculiar look on his face. “Oh sorry, it’s a Muggle thing. It’s raw fish and-“

“I know what sushi is, Hermione. I was just wondering if you realized that if we went anywhere locally that you might risk being seen with me.”

Hermione stopped walking and looked back at Lucius with dead panned expression. “If I may be so bold, I could really care less. Unless you don’t want to be seen with me?”

“Whereas that might have posed a problem before, it doesn’t now.” Lucius replied. “You’re my witch, emphasis on my, and that’s all there is to it. Now, where are we off to to find your sushi?”

Hermione was still reeling at Lucius refer to her as ‘his witch,’ a phrase she rather enjoyed. “There was a great restaurant near my house, well the one I grew up in,” she began to explain.

“Are you going out for sushi?” Draco suddenly interjected.

“Yes…don’t tell me you eat sushi as well?” Hermione asked, arching an eyebrow.

“One of my lady friends introduced me to it,” he explained. “It’s actually not bad stuff.”

Hermione turned to look at Draco and then Lucius. “You two never cease to amaze me.”

“Do you really intend to intrude on our dinner date?” Lucius seethed, looking at his son.

“I don’t have to stay,” Draco replied. “I can always get take away and leave you two lovebirds alone. Speaking of which, care to explain why the paintings from your study found their way into the other frames in the hallway?”

Hermione dropped her head in her hands, Lucius narrowing his grey eyes at his progeny.

“They were cursing and carrying on, something about a witch and wizard that were unable to keep their hands off one another disrupting the peace.”

“Get your damned cloak, Draco!” Lucius snapped. “You have five minutes else we’re leaving you.”

Draco laughed uproariously before Apparating to his room.

“Cheeky little-I should charm his food to slide round on his plate and see how he likes it,” Hermione said.

“I concur,” Lucius replied.

It felt odd Apparating with Lucius and Draco to her own Muggle neighborhood. Although, she felt a bit relieved finding that no one paid their little group any mind, except for a few passing women that were drawn to the two pale blond, grey eyed men she was between.

Lucius didn’t fuss at Draco when he ended up staying with them for dinner. Hermione had ordered sake for the table, and had the little cup up to her mouth. She noticed a cluster of teenaged girls sitting across from them, each of them giving Draco the eye and whispering and giggling in the way that young girls do.

“It seems Draco has some admirers,” Hermione teased. “You can’t even go into a Muggle neighborhood without someone fancying you.”

“Well, what can I say?” he cockily jeered, the effects of sake clearly clouding his mind.

Lucius raised an eyebrow at the young, and shook his head. “You’re lucky I’m unable to reach my walking stick,” he threatened.

Hermione promptly broke into a fit of giggles. She’d thought her first dinner with the Malfoys and Severus had been odd, but this one took the cake.

When their food arrived, Hermione had enthusiastically dug into hers, forgetting about exacting revenge on Draco. Lucius on the other hand, had remembered.

His face was completely motionless when a piece of sashimi began creeping towards the edge of Draco’s plate, causing him to pale considerably and nearly jump out of his seat.

Lucius grabbed onto his son before he was able to flee the restaurant, laughing harder than Hermione or Draco had ever seen him.

Hermione remembered that Lucius could utilize wandless magic and nearly choked when she realized why Draco had become thoroughly panicked.

After Draco saw that his food was, in fact, inanimate, only then did he began to eat. Hermione glanced over at Lucius who was using his chopsticks with ease. She made a mental note to herself, reminding to ask him when and where the hell he’d learned to use chopsticks.

Hermione was sated after finishing her food and sharing a second bottle of sake with Draco. She’d pulled out a handful of Muggle money, both of the men curiously eyeing it as she counted out enough for the bill and gratuity.

“Sure you don’t want to go over to those girls?” Hermione teasingly asked Draco.

“Please, don’t encourage him,” Lucius groaned as they got up from the table.

Draco had given his father a smirk, but on the way out of the restaurant couldn’t resist winking at the girls, causing them to giggle shyly.
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