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AN - I own nothing! I’m
just borrowing from J.K. Rowling!
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Widower,
ex-double spy and Minister of Magic Lucius Malfoy, was seated behind his desk overlooking various
documents. When he saw how much department heads, were demanding, he groaned in
frustration as he stared at all the zeros. After three years of Voldemort’s death, there was still so much to be repaired.
Even the Hall of Prophecies was yet to be fixed, still being a room full of
shattered crystal balls and nothing more.
Needing
a short break, the blond wizard placed the papers down on the desk. He reached
for the remote control, and turned the flat screen television on that hung high
across the room. Not bothering with the actual program, Lucius just closed his
eyes and tilted his head back needing sometime to rest his mind.
“Mr.
Malfoy,” a woman greeted as she walked into the room,
closing the door behind her.
“What
is it Miss Granger?” Lucius grumbled to his secretary as his eyes opened.
“This
just came from the Wizengamot High Courts,” Hermione said placing a pile of new
documents on his desk. “They’re about the trials of the rogue death eaters that
were caught last month.”
“Wonderful,” Lucius said
sarcastically as he reached for them.
Hermione turned her attention
to the television, watching whatever was on. “Well, that’s a crock of hippogriff
shit,” she commented.
“What is?” Lucius asked.
Hermione was one to speak her mind, and it was something that he had gotten
used to when she started to work for the Order years ago.
“Sex being pleasurable for both
parties,” she replied as she turned to face him. When she saw him look at her,
she shook her head. “Can you believe what that man calls himself an expert on
sex? Maybe sexpert should be a new word, or better yet, he
should admit that he’s a pervert
always thinking about sex.”
Lucius arched an eyebrow up at
her. He placed his papers down, interested in what else she had to say. “You
sound as if you don’t agree with the man? He is a doctor mind you.”
“Oh please,” Hermione said as
she rolled her eyes. “If he’s a doctor, than I’m
Merlin reincarnated as a woman. Sex is overrated, and it isn’t pleasurable for
both parties. All you men do is pump and hump until you get released. We women
on the other hand, just lie back until your deed is done.”
“And how would you know?” he
queried.
“Oh, I know firsthand. I’ve
brought more pleasure to myself than Ron ever could—“
Hermione slapped both hands over her mouth when she realized what she
had just said. That information was a little too personal.
“Really
now?” There was a smirk on Lucius’s face. The conversation
was getting more interesting—minus the youngest Weasely
son. His felt a stirring in his loins that he hadn’t felt in a long time, eying
his secretary’s body. She was pretty, and had great curves to match. He started
to wonder what she looked like naked.
“Not that it’s any of your
business, but it was a long time ago when I was in sixth year,” Hermione spoke,
hands off her mouth. “I felt that it never worked out, and quickly broke up
with him months into our relationship.”
“Couldn’t satisfy you?” Lucius
chucked.
“Damn right he couldn’t!”
Hermione snapped, remembering just how agitated she would get back then. She
sat on the edge of his desk, and continued to speak. “Let me tell you that his
brain or IQ matches up well with his dick, penis, cock—whatever you like to
call it, size.”
Lucius only laughed hard,
placing a hand on his stomach. That was a first and funny one. Never had he
thought of cock sizes that way.
“I’m sorry, I’m talking too
much again,” she pouted.
“It’s quite alright Miss
Granger, really,” he said still amused. Lucius saw how creamy her legs looked
as she remained seated on his desk. He felt himself hardening beneath his
trousers, tempted to reach out and touch them.
Hermione looked at the flat
screen again, and was pissed off to the bone. “Crock of shit!” she said aloud,
grabbing the remote and turning it off. “Like I said, sex is overrated, and I
don’t think that there’s any man that can prove me wrong.”
Lucius clenched his teeth. He
wanted her, and he wanted to prove her wrong, knowing that he could. He stood
up from his chair swiftly, and made his way around his desk.
“I’ll should be getting back to
work—“ Hermione was startled to find her employer, not
just standing, but leaning closely towards her, his arms on the sides of her
thighs. “Mr. Malfoy?...” she
questioned.
“Lucius. Call me Lucius,” he told her.
Before Hermione could say
anything, she started to feel his hot breaths against the side of her ear.
“I can prove you wrong Hermione,” Lucius
purred seductively into her ear. “Sex isn’t overrated. That Weasley
boy didn’t know what he was doing, and you don’t know what you are missing. I
can take you over the moon and stars—heights that you never knew imaginable.”
Hermione’s
breathing started to shallow. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Lucius Malfoy not just hitting on
her, but seemed like he wanted to have sex with her. No, she had to be dreaming
she thought as she closed her eyes, her hands remaining on her thighs as her
fingers tightened atop them. When she felt him licking and nibbling on her earlobe,
a whimper had escaped from her lips. Her brain kept on saying no, but her body
kept on saying yes, she wanted him.
“I
want you Hermione,” Lucius said, as he pulled back and looked at her. “You want
me too. Don’t deny it, I can see it.”
Hermione
opened her eyes, noticing that their noses were almost touching. She was
staring into steely and heated blue eyes. Her desire was as much as his. She
felt her hand being taken in his, and soon enough, her eyes widened in shock.
“Like
what you feel,” he hissed, pressing her hand harder on the length of his cock. “Long and hard—designed for your
pleasure.” A groan escaped his throat when he felt Hermione’s fingers
curl around him. Her hand also started to travel up and down a few times. He
smirked when he saw the surprise in her eyes after measuring out his length.
Hermione
felt his cock as best as she could though his trousers. Even with the layers of
clothing beneath her hands, she could tell that he was huge. With every throb
that pulsed against her hand, she felt her own self pulse and soak her
knickers. Never had she felt too much want and desire for Ron before. It felt
so good so far, but she needed more.
Lucius
bent his head slightly, making his lips brush against
Hermione’s before giving them a quick peck. “What about you?” he murmured
against them, allowing his fingers to lightly dance on the insides of her
thighs.
Hermione’s
eyes widened, she pulled her hand away from his cock, and placed them on the
side of her thighs as she shut them.
Seeing
that she was shy, Lucius captured Hermione’s lips and his, kissing her gently.
“Don’t be shy,” he said breaking the kiss for a moment, before claiming her
lips again. The second kiss grew into something more passionate, as he roughly
kissed her. He wanted to claim her.
Hermione
groaned into the kiss, her body responding more to it. Her hands wrapped around
his neck as she tilted her head to one side. Her legs on the other hand
widened, and allowed Lucius’s hand to venture further up her thigh.
Once
Lucius felt the cotton of her knickers, he ran a finger up and down the cloth,
pleased to see that it was already wet. “Wet!” Lucius growled as he pulled
away, and tilted his head the other way before claiming her mouth again. He
traced the inside edges, gently pulling at it, before teasing her curls.
“That’s my girl,” he said as she bucked up against his finger.
“More…
Please!” Hermione pleaded breaking the kiss. She hugged at him tighter and
buried her face at the side of his neck. “Oh…” she gasped when she felt the
invasion of one finger, and then another.
Lucius
wrapped his other arm around Hermione, as he continued his ministrations. His
fingers twisted and fucked her, making her wetter and hotter. “So wet… so hot…
all for me,” he growled into her ear. “I can’t wait to get my cock in you. I
can’t wait to fuck you.”
Hermione’s
hips kept on thrust up and down towards Lucius’s fingers. If he wasn’t holding
her with an arm, and pinning her to his body, she would’ve fallen as she tried
to move forward wanting to be touched into deeper crevices. “Lucius… Oh God…”
she whimpered when she felt her belly tighten.
“You’re
going to cum aren’t you?” he asked her, feeling her start to flutter around his
fingers. “Don’t hold back, don’t be shy. Cum for me!” he demanded.
No
sound came out of Hermione’s mouth as she opened her mouth in utter ecstasy.
Her body arched into Lucius, as she shook in convulsion. When she got down from
her orgasm, she slugged against the storing wizard that was holding her in both
arms.
“You
alright?” he murmured against her temple.
“Damn…”
Hermione muttered. “I nearly passed out.”
Lucius
chuckled and lifted the witch in his arms. He walked around his desk, and
settled Hermione down back on it, right in front of him, before sitting back
down on his chair. “My trousers are getting tight,” he said as he unbuttoned
himself, lowered his zipper down, and reached into his pants and boxers,
pulling out his straining erection.
Wide
eyed, Hermione looked at Lucius’s cock. It was huge—dark shade of pink with
veins showing, and its head purple. She kept focus on it, as well as his hand,
watching it move up and down along his own length.
“Like
what you see?” Lucius smirked.
Hermione
just gave a nod as she stood up and moved to stand between his legs. She then
knelt down on her knees and stared straight at his cock as he continued to
stroke himself.
“Give
me your hand,” Lucius said as he stopped stroking himself, and reached out for
her hand. When he got it, he placed her much smaller hand around his length. He
placed his hand around hers, and showed her how tight he wanted her to grip
him, and how he liked to be stroked. “You’re hand feels so good,” he said as he
gritted his teeth.
The
feel of Lucius’s cock in her hand felt like molten steel. She felt every vein,
and every pulse that it made. On the top, she saw drops of precum
form, and was very tempted to lick it off. “I want to taste you.”
“Go
ahead,” Lucius told her. “Ah… Fuck!” he cursed,
pushing her off him. He stood up and pulled her up on her feet. “I can’t wait a
minute longer,” he told Hermione, bunching up her skirt above her hips. “Damn
knickers!”
Hermione
kicked her knickers away when he pulled down at them, making them fall to the
floor. With strong hands, he led her back towards his desk, and lifted her up,
pushing her down on her back.
Lucius let his fingers tease Hermione’s clit, glad to see
that she was still more than ready. He placed himself at her entrance, holding
the base of his cock, and looked down at the sight before him. She was pink,
moist, and perfect. “Say you want me,” he demanded teasing her clit with the
head of his cock.
“I
want you,” Hermione said, her voice in a slight plea. Her eyes widened as she
felt Lucius thrust into her fully. He felt huge, and
stretched her in the most delicious way, not hurting her at all.
Lucius clenched his eyes tightly as he buried himself to the
hilt. After leaning on his elbows, he looked at the witch below him. “You
alright?” he asked. As much as he wanted to thrust in and out of her, he kept
still, giving her time to adjust to his intrusion.
“I’ve
never felt so full,” she answered.
“And
I’ve never felt anything as tight, wet, or as hot as you,” he told her. Her
buttons on her blouse caught his attention. “I need to see your breasts,” he
said, unbuttoning her blouse with one hand. When he got it open, he pulled down
on her bra cups, exposing her breasts, and her slightly brown colored nipples.
Without saying a word, he caught one in his mouth, teasing it to its peak.
Hermione
arched up into Lucius, moaning in delight. Her hips
then moved just a bit as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The blond
wizard on top and inside of her knew she was ready, and started thrust in and
out of her, enjoying every inch that wrapped around him. Soon, their bodies had
gotten into a rhythm, and the desk beneath them moved slightly with every hard
thrust that Lucius made.
“Fuck!
Fuck! So good,” Lucius grunted with his thrusts.
“Oh
Lucius… Lucius…” Hermione
chanted again and again. Her eyes were closed in complete pleasure. She couldn’t
believe the sensations that her body was feeling.
“That’s
it, say my name,” he said picking up the pace. He raised himself up, and placed
her ankles on her shoulder, before putting his hands on the edge of his desk. The
position allowed him to thrust into her deeper, and touch that sweet spot
inside of her.
Hermione’s
eyes widened in surprise as she felt her belly start to tighten at the new
position. “Lucius… Oh God!” she said aloud, grabbing
hold of his wrists. It was going to happen again, she was going to cum. “I’m gonna… gonna…”
“Cum
Hermione!” he commanded, feeling the familiar tightening of his balls. He wasn’t
going to last much longer. “Fucking hell! Now!”
Everything
around Hermione whitened when she reached the best orgasm she had ever felt
before. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out of her mouth. When she
closed her eyes, she didn’t hear the hoarse shout that had escaped from Lucius’s mouth.
Lucius spilled into Hermione, again and again. His seed
flowing into her, and out of her when there was no
space left. With his last shaky thrust, he managed to lower Hermione’s legs,
before collapsing heavily on top of her. His chest and muscles hurt from the
effort he had just put in. He had to catch his breath for a few moments before
being able to move.
As
if she was sleeping, Hermione felt herself wake up with gentle lips kissing
hers softly. She remembered where she was and who she was with, and wrapped her
arms around Lucius’s neck deepening their kiss
slightly.
“I
think you did pass out that time,” Lucius chuckled
against her lips. He was still inside her, half erect,
and didn’t want to withdraw from her just yet.
“Mmm… you’re right,”
Hermione said weakly with a smile on her face.
“So,”
Lucius started as he brushed her curls away from her face,
“still think sex is overrated?”
“I
don’t know,” Hermione said in a tease. She tightened herself around him
purposely a few times, feeling him start to get more erect. “Show me again.”
“You
still have much to learn that I will teach you,” Lucius
growled before capturing her lips in a rough and passionate kiss.
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AN – Hope you all enjoyed
this long smutty one-shot. It’s my first LM/HG fic.
Tell me what you think please. Lemons of course are always yummy. Review!
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