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The Heirloom	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 18477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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                                                                                Chapter Eight

                Dawn was just beginning to break when Hermione gathered her things and stood next to the bed staring at the man she had just spent the night with. She had slept with him because it was required to fulfill the terms of the contract…the first time. The second time had been because she wanted to. Lucius had proven himself to be not only a considerate and consummate lover, but also capable of great tenderness. He had entered the room as if he were entering a business meeting, ready to make the deal and walk out. Then the moment he realized that she was uncomfortable he changed tactics. He seduced her, carefully, thoughtfully—thoroughly.

                Hermione was still stunned at how her body had sung so prettily for his touch. His soft and gentle touch drew a passionate and eager response from her, and by the time he had found release inside her she was sated and emotionally wrung from the experience. To her surprise he did not get up and leave her immediately after. Instead he soothed her with gentle touches, easing out of her body and carefully before moving away from her to the edge of the bed. He reached into the bedside table and passed her a soft, scented cloth to clean herself with.

                No words were spoken as she tended to her hygiene and then, far too tired to do anything else; she allowed sleep to claim her. She only intended to take a short nap and then she would get up and return to her home. Somewhere around four in the morning she felt a soft, warm hand caress the curve of her waist that slid forward to the softness of her belly. Heated breath followed by warm, soft lips touched the back of her neck as his long fingers moved lower, sliding between the soft folds of her sex to stroke the eager bud that was suddenly aching to be touched.

                She had been certain that he had no idea what he was doing, that he was still half asleep and only knew that a woman lay beside him. But when she rolled to her back to bring him back to reality he was staring at her, his silver eyes molten and trained right on her face. One long, slender finger slid inside her, forcing a cry from between her lips as a hot wash of moisture bathed the invading digit. She couldn’t fight the urge to arch into his touch, whimpering in distress when he withdrew his touch and then nearly shouting with relief as he rolled her on top of him and with a gentle upward thrust, impaled her on his erection.

                Her womb clenched at the memory of riding him in the darkness, his hands kneading her breasts and plucking at her turgid nipples. It had been…intense. The orgasm one of the strongest she had ever known.   There was no doubt, as he enfolded her into his arms and settled in for sleep, that Lucius was well aware of who she was and what he was doing. But why? He was only obligated to consummate the marriage and he had already done that.

                Now as she looked at him, lying on his side with the blankets pulled all the way to his chin, his hair in his face as he snored softly, she was filled with confusion. She expected guilt, or shame. But neither emotion came, only the confusion about a night of shared passion with a man that she should hate, even after so many years. Try as she might, she couldn’t bring herself to. He was still an arrogant arse, time hadn’t changed that. But there was a vulnerability to him that she had not expected. She wasn’t prepared for that.

                Lucius shifted in his sleep, snuggling further into his pillow and clutching the blankets tighter. Hermione couldn’t stop the soft smile that lifted the corners of her mouth. She clutched her clothing in her arms and quietly slipped out the door. She didn’t want to use the fireplace in his chamber to leave; she didn’t want to wake him. Didn’t want to have an awkward conversation about what they had done.   So, still wearing his shirt and carrying her clothes she ducked into an empty bedroom and quickly slipped through the fireplace, feeling the familiar tug of magic as she spoke the name of her home and was pulled quickly into the system and delivered to her house.

“Where have you been?”

Hermione stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide with shock as she exited her fireplace to find herself face to face with Harry and Ron.

“I…what? How did you get in here?” She asked, frowning as she stared at her friends. She had protective wards, strong ones, in place to guard her home.

“I used my Auror privileges,” Harry said. He stepped closer and looked her over, “I got worried when I saw this.” Harry held up the Daily Prophet, the society page. Right there in bold print was her name, next to Lucius Malfoy’s under the column of recent marriages.

“Oh, Bloody hell!” she said, rolling her eyes as she tossed the pile of clothing onto the sofa. “I can explain…”

“Are you wearing a man’s shirt?” Ron asked, his head tilted to the side. It wasn’t that he was jealous, she had a right to move on, he wasn’t exactly celibate. “Wait…is that? Were you with Malfoy?”

“It’s a long story,” she sighed.

“Well, lucky for you we are off today,” Harry said. The look on his face was one she had seen many, many times over the years. He wasn’t about to budge until he knew what was going on. She was going to have to tell them the whole, sordid affair.

“Fine, Im going to go take a shower. You guys make some coffee and find me something to eat, when I get back I’ll tell you everything,” she said, pushing past them.

                She returned an hour later to find them sitting at her breakfast table with sausage buddies and donuts along with coffee from a café. She wasn’t at all surprised; neither of them could cook worth anything. Reluctantly she sat down, fixed herself a plate of food and between bites proceeded to tell them the story of Juliana and Roman and the contract.

“So in six months you will just file for an annulment?” Harry asked.

“Not exactly, we have to file for a divorce,” she said, suddenly realizing that she was going to be a divorcee times two. “The marriage is legal.”

“You mean….” Harry’s nose curled as if he smelled something offensive. Hermione found his behavior insulting.

“Yes, I spent the night with Lucius,” she said, her eyes narrowed. “It was required to fulfill the terms of the contract.”

“But…Mione…” Ron said, reaching out to touch her shoulder. She shrugged away from him and glared at her two friends.

“Stop it, both of you. You are being real jerks right now. Lucius Malfoy has not done a single thing wrong in over a decade.”

“But he had several decades of wrong doing already under his belt!” Harry said, rather surprised to see Hermione defending him.

“I expected better of you after all this time,” she said softly. “He is as deserving of forgiveness as anyone else is.”

“Forgiveness is one thing, but sex is something totally different,” Ron snorted.

“Fine, then you don’t sleep with him,” she said with a not-so-sweet smile as she pushed her chair back and got to her feet. “I wasn’t planning on it, ever, but I can say with all honesty that I don’t regret it,” she said. “Either time.”

And with that, she turned and left her dumbfounded friends sitting at the table.
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