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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 8

Lunch with Draco

The next day, Hermoine entered the Leaky Cauldron at precisely noon, expecting to be ahead of Draco, but with one look towards the corner, she saw Draco tucked into a darkened booth, looking at her expectantly. She crossed the room and slid in next to him, smiling at him as she did so.

"You look as if you're feeling better, Granger. Do you need a menu or do you know what you want already?" Draco asked placidly, although his eyes were lit with an inexplicably mischievous sparkle.

"You know I'll have my usual, I don't know why you even bother to ask. Although no dressing on the salad today, I've got my gown to fit into for the gala on Saturday," Hermione answered.

"Rubbish, you'll look fantastic and you know it, but as you wish," Draco chuckled as he got up to place the order at the bar with Tom.

Hermione sat waiting for Draco to return, eyes busily people watching, when she realized Draco wasn't alone at the bar. The taller, more imposing figure of Lucius was standing next to his son, and they were talking and laughing together, obviously in good spirits.

Bugger all, what is he doing here? Hermione thought despairingly. Well, Draco didn't say anything about having him with us, so maybe they just met here by accident. Hopefully Draco will send him on his way and he'll be back to the table soon. I feel like an idiot sitting here staring at them.

Hermione saw Draco pointing towards their table, and both Malfoys began approaching the table together, two glasses of wine in Draco's hands and Lucius holding the third, Hermione's heart sinking through the floor as they walked, knowing she was stuck. Draco had inconveniently chosen a circular booth, so Draco and Lucius slid in from either entrance, sandwiching Hermione in the middle, much to her chagrin.

Hermione was suddenly very interested in the table top, until Draco asked cheerfully, "So where were we? Oh yes! We were just talking about the ministry gala set for this weekend, and Hermione's dress. Tell me about your gown darling," Hermione knowing full well that his taste in women's fashion was unparalleled.

"Ginny made me get this particular one. It's not one I would have chosen, but I suppose it'll do. It's black, strapless, and floor length, backless too." she answered, using her hands to pantomime the lines of the dress.

"Sounds hot, Granger! I like it when you let the Weaslette shop for you, she's got great taste. A daring woman after my own heart, that one is," Draco chuckled, wagging his eyebrows at Hermione in such a humorous manner she couldn't help but laugh.

The trio looked up as they saw Tom approaching the table with food and a note. "Draco, my boy, the owl just came with this for you, insistent little thing too, pecked me as I took it,"

"Must have been Twitterpated, my secretary's owl, you have to watch him," Draco joked as he ripped open the note, his brow furrowing deeply as he read the contents.

"Hermione," he began apologetically, "I'm sorry darling, but I have to go," he explained as he moved out of the booth.

"What? Why?" Hermione demanded.

"What's wrong son?" Lucius asked, a paternal concern etched on his features.

"Celine believes she's figured out who's been stealing from the company, and I need to verify the figures as soon as possible to nab this bastard. Hermione, I'll have to make it up to you later. Maybe Father will stay and finish the meal with you?" he suggested, now up and moving backwards towards the exit.

"Of course I will, Draco. Owl me as soon as you are certain," Lucius replied, leaving Hermione no opportunity to protest.

With his father's assurance, Draco walked out, turning to give Hermione a cheeky wink as he opened the door, causing her to wonder if Draco hadn't figured out how to arrange that meal after all.

Tom placed the dishes of food in front of Hermione, then Lucius, and after ascertaining there was nothing else either needed, Tom left the two alone and a frosty silence settled over the pair.

Hermione stonily ignored Lucius, quickly finishing her wine and moving onto Draco's glass, hoping that if she could eat fast enough she could leave the uncomfortable situation.

Breaking the silence, Lucius asked, "Are you going to need more wine to tolerate my company? Should I get the bottle for you?" he teased, humor evident in his voice.

"I swear, you are the most horrid person I've ever had the unfortunate luck of knowing!" Hermione retorted, angry at being called out by the infuriatingly smug wizard.

"You didn't seem to think I was so horrid the other night in my study when you had your legs wrapped around me," Lucius shot back, one eyebrow raised.

"That was a mistake! I'm never going to discuss that moment again with you - do you understand me?!" she retorted.

"You are awful! Your very presence is sheer aggravation and frustration rolled together and if you weren't one of my closest friends father, I would gladly never see you again!" she finished, turning towards Tom and signaling for the check.

Lucius leaned close to the angry witch and began with a dangerous look in his eye, "Hermione, have you ever considered that those feelings of aggravation and indignation are you feeling challenged? You are a woman that needs a sparring partner! One who is your equal, dammit! One that can keep up with you, who is as good at the give-and-take as you are! You can bullshit everyone else in the world but me. Stop pretending, and remember, you know where to find me when you get your shit straight." he ended, handing a handful of Gringotts notes to a clearly confused Tom, with a look telling him he was excused.

Hermione shot Lucius a withering look, pushed herself out of the booth as fast as she could while maintaining her dignity, heading for the door without a look backwards.

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Two hours later, Lucius sat in his study, staring at the shelves Hermione had stood in front of, his thoughts spinning. Did he push her too hard? Did he push her away? He was tired of wasting his time with other witches, trying to fill the Hermione void that he felt. If he was certain of anything, it was that the young witch was at least as aroused by him as he was by her, and he wished she would she would wake up to what she was feeling, the Weasley boy be damned!

Seeing a movement out of his periphery, he looked up to see Hermione standing in the doorway. Cheeks flushed, eyes bright, and chest heaving, he was certain that could mean only one thing: she was there for him.

"Can I help you, my dear?"

"You can cut the my dear shite, first off. I'm just here to tell you that you are dead wrong about me and an arsehole to boot. And now that I've said my peace, I'll be going." she stormed, motioning towards the door, but making no real movement to leave.

Lucius stood up from his desk, and crossed the study to reach her in long strides. Standing in front of the now trembling Hermione, he reached towards her and pushing her hair back over her left shoulder, Lucius leaned to murmur in her ear, "you know, I find you insanely attractive when you're angry."

She looked at Lucius for a long moment, and then in an instant, they were together. Their lips clashed together, and the kiss was passionate, angry, raw, and driving. There were teeth and tongues everywhere, and Hermione felt as if she would implode from the rising heat in her belly.

As Lucius' mouth moved from her mouth to her neck, Hermione threw her head back and moaned as Lucius sucked on the sensitive spot just under her ear. "Hearing you moan is making me so hard," Lucius growled as he moved to nibble on her ear lobe.

Hermione felt a rush between her legs at Lucius' words and she reached to undo the buttons on his shirt, needing to see and feel his rippled muscles under her hands. Growing frustrated at how long it was taking to unhook each tiny button - Merlin, there had to be a hundred damn buttons! - Hermione grabbed both sides and ripped the shirt open, openly gasping at the beautiful sight of shirtless Lucius.

"I knew there was a little lioness in there, Gryffindor," Lucius chuckled and reached for the hem of Hermione's shirt, pulling it off over her head in one smooth movement. For a second, Hermione felt embarrassed at the idea of standing in front of Lucius topless, but then she took in the hungry look in his eyes, and decided she didn't care about embarrassment.

Lucius grew hard as stone seeing the tiny witch standing there in a black lace bra, and realized he had to taste her. Pulling the cups down, he freed her breasts and began to worship them with his mouth, his tongue laving, teasing and circling her nipples as he directed Hermione backwards towards his desk. Hermione bumped into the edge of the desk, and grabbed the end to hold on as Lucius continued to lavish his attention on her breasts. Lucius' hand traveled to her trousers, and he began to unhook and unzip.

"I need in there, Hermione. Help me out here, love," he purred, his mouth never leaving her breasts. Hermione fumbled with her slacks, letting them fall to her ankles before turning her attention to his bottoms, working his belt free before attacking his zipper. She could feel him under the zipper, hard and pulsing, and she felt a shot directly to her clit as she thought about what was waiting for her. Letting the fabric fall, she realized Lucius was wearing nothing under his trousers, and his impressive erection was standing at attention before her, his deep red tip angry and weeping.

"Lucius! Why aren't you wearing anything underneath?" Hermione demanded, unable to turn her questions off even for this.

"Much easier access, my dear. Now, be a lamb and lay back," Lucius commanded, his voice betraying his amusement with the brainy Gryffindor as he pulled her black knickers off and threw them over his shoulder with a lascivious twinkle in his eye. Hermione laid back across the desk, eager for Lucius, and he didn't disappoint as he continued his oral assault and lowered two fingers to circle and tease her clit.

Hermione began to whimper at his ministrations, hips lifting involuntary as she wished those strong, long fingers would move lower and in. She almost screamed out as Lucius complied with her desires and inserted one long finger into her. Using his thumb to circle her insistent clit, he slowly added a second finger and began to massage her, his mouth traveling from her mouth to her breasts and back again.

Hermione continued to whimper involuntarily and knew she was becoming increasingly eager for the moment in which Lucius would enter her with the large, now weeping, erection he was currently sporting. Lucius abruptly pulled back and looked Hermione in the eye and began, "Love, I can feel how wet and ready you are, and if I don't get inside of you, I'm afraid I'll explode right here. If you want to stop, say so now and we will, but otherwise this is your last chance," he asked seriously, hoping desperately that she'd agree to continue.

"I need you Lucius, I need to feel you now," Hermione moaned. That was all Lucius needed to hear, and grabbing his shaft with one hand, the other hand remaining on Hermione's breast, he ran himself through her soaked and swollen folds back and forth and then positioned his spongy tip at her entrance.

Hermione felt as if she would burst into flames in anticipation, and then, Lucius entered Hermione with one thrust, suddenly stopping when he felt how tight she was. He had known from his digital exploration that she was going to be incredibly tight for him, but he hadn’t realized just how snug it would be until he entered her. Lucius was bigger than Ron in both length and girth, and Hermione had never felt as deliciously full as she did in that moment, and the pressure soon turned to desire for Lucius to move.

Lucius, for his part, was struggling to stay still. He had known that being with Hermione would be hot, but he never imagined it would be like this. Her slippery wet passage was constricted around him, contouring to fit him, making him feel as if she was tailor-made for him and and it was taking every ounce of his self-control not begin pounding and shagging her into the desk. As he continued to fight to remain motionless, he felt Hermione's hips beginning to move and she began that breathy moan again and that was all the encouragement he needed and he started to thrust.

As Lucius moved faster, and then slower, shallow, and then deep, Hermione was transported to another level. She had never known sex could be like this. The changing speed and depth was bringing her to her climax faster than ever before, and Lucius suddenly grabbed Hermione's legs to hold them up against him, her feet on his shoulders, allowing him to thrust deeply enough to hit her cervix and with that, Hermione exploded around Lucius, calling out his name.

As Lucius felt Hermione orgasm, he knew he was getting close, and was determined to make Hermione come again - with him. Slowing, but not stopping his thrusting long enough to allow her breathing to return to normal, he leaned over Hermione, cupping her luscious, full breasts and running his thumbs teasingly over her nipples. She wiggled underneath him, and Lucius took that as his cue to begin his powerful thrusting again.

Hermione was beside herself. Never had Ron made her come twice, and she realized that Lucius was taking her there. The man is a genius! she thought and began raising her hips in time to meet his thrusts, finding a rhythm that was intensely pleasurable for both. As her breathing started to hitch again, Lucius looked deeply in her eyes and growled, "Hermione, love, come! Come with me!" and Hermione began chanting his name over and over as Lucius felt her fall over the edge again.

Riding her through her orgasm made it last longer than she thought possible and Lucius knew his end was close as well. As her walls gave their last flutters, Lucius grasped her hips, and gave one more smooth, hard thrust as he felt his balls tighten and with that, he released his seed deep into Hermione.

Sated, Lucius pulled his spent organ out of Hermione and laid next to her on the desk, a light layer of sheen evident on his forehead from the physical exertion.

"Lucius, that was - that was - Merlin, I don't know what that was!" Hermione stammered, feeling suddenly shy in the presence of Lucius.

Reaching for her hand, and bringing it to his lips, Lucius turned his smoldering gaze onto Hermione and said, "That was incredible, love. You are extraordinary."

Hermione felt her heart launch into a strange pounding pattern as she closed her eyes, enjoying the deep satisfaction of a woman pleased.

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A/N: Lemons! Finally! ;)

I'm about finished with this FF, and it should be done in about five more chapters. I'll have another chapter for you on Thursday. Enjoy!
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