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A Very MudBlood Christmas	By : GinnyWeasley80 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 9456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Very Mud-blood Christmas

Lucius Malfoy was, as it would seem to the outside world, an upstanding citizen of the wizard world. But underneath the expensive dress robes he was nothing more than a death-eater. After the epic battle at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry Lucius lost more than his leader, He lost his family as well. He felt the impact of his loss most around the holidays. As he sat alone in his big empty home he couldn’t help but think of the one woman who stood between him and the Dark lord when it came time to Kill Harry Potter. The one woman who held his attention now more than his own wife should be.

Hermione Granger seemed to fill his every thought. He felt ashamed of himself for some of the more impure thoughts he would have of her. Lately they have gotten out of hand so to speak and venturing out to her home to peer in at her while she showers borders on a trip to St. Mungo’s and the loony ward.

“I have to get a handle on this.” He said to himself in frustration. This latest trip to Hermione’s home had gone wrong. After the battle Hermione took a job at the school teaching and moved to Hogs-mead to be nearer. Every so often Lucius would go by floo powder to the Three Broomsticks for a spot of red current rum. This time he was spotted

“May I help you Mr. Malfoy?” she said. Her arms were full of packages from the local shops.

“No Granger I just stopped by the pub for a drink.” He said to her as he rushed passed her.

Hermione began to walk away when Lucius was suddenly beside her. Hands out stretched as if to help.

“No, I’ve got it thank you.” Hermione said confused at his action.

“Please Granger let me assist you with your packages?” He said taking the largest from her.

Hermione, having no choice but to let him take the package, led the way to her modest home at the end of the main street. Keeping an eye on Lucius she opened her door and led the way to the kitchen table where she unloaded her arms.

“I have to ask again Mr. Malfoy, Why are you in Hogs-mead? It just seems that you don’t fit in here. You must have some sort of reason.” She asked very skeptical.

“You are correct Granger. There is a reason for my excursion to Hogs-mead and you are my reason. I know you wish me dead and after the battle and the courts I wish I was to. My wife and son have left me and Christmas is a rather lonely time at Malfoy Manor.” He said sitting in one if her overstuffed chairs.

“And what is it you wish from me, too welcome you into my home with open arms? You tried to kill my friends.” She ranted.

“Yes. My mind wasn’t mine during that time. Voldemort had a hold and made me do things against my will. What little I had of it.” He said. His eyes held her for mere moments.

“You expect me to believe…” Hermione was cut off rather abruptly by Lucius. His lips crushed against hers in a fevered kiss that held all of his emotions. As he held her he only wanted one thing. And this Christmas he was going to help her see what she was missing.

“Mr. Malfoy!” Hermione Screamed. Stepping back she looked him deep in the eyes. His greyish blue eyes reminded her of ice. They held no more darkness she could see clear through him.

“I am sorry, but I cannot get you off my mind. Please come with me and stay at my home for Christmas? I haven’t felt this way about a woman before aside from my wife and she is no longer living or married to me so I have no one to give this gift to.” He begged.

“Give what gift?” Hermione asked cautiously.

“Meet me tomorrow night, Christmas eve, at my home. Come around Midnight and you shall receive my gift.” He said.

Hermione was beside herself. She allowed Lucius to use her floo to get back home but after she blocked it up for safety measures. Thinking about the proposal seemed insane but as she had nowhere else to go why not consider out what Lucius had to offer. The following day Hermione spent wrapping Harry, Ron and Ginny’s gifts. Pleased with what she got them and hoped that they made good use of the books she so lovingly picked for each of them. Harry was simply mindless at house hold tasks and so he received the book “House Work for the Dimwit Wizard”, Ron had gotten bitten by the Muggle bug like his father and so she got him a book on car engines and modern Mechanics, Ginny was the new defense against the Dark Arts teacher and her book was how to teach the students the best way to block an attack with Spells Harry himself had perfected. When she had finished and sat them under her fully muggle decorated Christmas tree she noticed the time. It was eleven thirty and she had not thought once about what to wear to visit Malfoy. She thought momentarily about what her friends would say if they found out. But then she thought she didn’t care. This was an adventure worth having she though.

Hermione got dressed in a pair of dark green jeans with a red Christmas themed jumper. As she grabbed for her cloak and floo powder having unblocked her fireplace she through down and was off to Malfoy manor in a flash of green flame. When she landed in a new fireplace she noticed the room was empty. Walking carefully on the carpeted floor being careful not to get ash on to much of it she heard a noise. Someone was talking.

“I have a guest coming soon and I would like this to be set up in the bedroom.” He said to someone.

“Probably one of his many maids.” She thought. The clacking of her heels on the wood floor announced her arrival.

“Ah Granger, Welcome to my humble home. We will be dining in the master bedroom I have it all set up.” He informed her.

“Why in the bedroom?” she wondered.

“That is for after dinner. The special dessert I have for you.”

Lucius took her hand and led the way. The halls were lined with family portraits, some scorched by magic others covered with long tapestries. It gave her flash backs to the days of the Order. Staying in Number 12 with Mrs. Black screaming at them from behind the old tapestry by the door. Lucius’s hand was cold, but her train of thought had derailed when she saw the master bedroom. It looked like a Christmas wonderland. A giant pine tree stood in the corner by a huge bay window; the lights were mesmerizing as was the garden gnome dressed like an angel that sat atop the tree. Surprisingly there were gifts under the tree. Each card said they belonged to Hermione.

“Here we are. Come sit at the table, we’ll get to the goodies later.”

“What else do you have me here for Mr. Malfoy? I thought we were just having a nice Christmas dinner.” She asked.

“Hermione, I know how hard it has been for you without Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter around these last few months. They have been gone for a long time repairing Harry’s childhood home and they have left you unattended. It is my wish that on this night you be well tended to.”

Hermione sat very still as Lucius walked towards her end of the table. She couldn’t describe the feeling she had in her stomach. Was it anticipation or fear? Was it a strange need or wanting a man of Mr. Malfoy’s knowledge to teach her new things? She wasn’t sure but she liked the feeling. Hermione was knowledgeable on a great many things the lack she had for what was to come would show.

“Mr. Malfoy I have a strange feeling I know what you want of me. But I have to tell you that even with Ron our relationship has yet to go beyond heavy petting and kissing.” She said heatedly.

“There, there Miss. Granger. It’s all about learning new things tonight. These are my gifts to you. Come, It’s time to open your gifts.” He said as he grabbed her arm. The dinner he had prepared was all but forgotten.

Walking over to the tree Lucius handed her the first gift. As she opened it she noticed it was from a muggle shop. In fact all the gifts had the same product name. “Pure Romance”, Hermione was now very scared to open them any further.

“Mr. Malfoy I have a feeling these gifts are for something more than I am prepared to give.” She said.

“Just give them a try; I think you will be pleasantly surprised.” He said. “Here try this one on first.”

He had handed her a black lace teddy with holes in the fabric where her breasts should be. She grabbed up the silky outfit and headed to the bathroom. Noticing nothing but what she had to put on she got undressed and redressed in her quickly. She was about to leave the bathroom when she heard a gasp from behind her. She turned, covering herself to come face to face with the maid. She gave Hermione a look of pure jealousy. Hermione backed out of the bathroom. All the while Lucius had disrobed and gotten into his large four poster bed. The shy slow walk had been the plan but the presence of the maid had Lucius a bit impatient. Jumping up from the bed he ran over to the maid and shoved her out the door.

“Don’t mind her she has a crush on me for a while now.” He said.

“Then why didn’t you give her these gifts instead of me?” Hermione asked puzzled.

“Because I don’t want her, you have been on my mind for quite a few years. I have always wanted to teach you things that you couldn’t possibly learn in any book.”

Running his fingers through Hermione’s hair made her shiver. Lucius was so close to her she could feel his breath on her neck. He bent his head closer and she felt his lips touch just below her ear. This touch did many things to her, for one it gave her away. She wanted this and now Lucius was sure of it. The goose bumps that formed on her skin quickly vanished as he soothed them with his hands. His touch warmed her and she liked it. Something she had not expected. The kiss dragged on from under her ear to the front of her neck and up. His lips finally rested on hers, the feeling of them sitting for a short time on hers was mind blowing. Her hands found life and reached up and tangled themselves in his platinum blonde hair pulling him closer and into a much deeper kiss. Lucius was busy trying to remove the silk that covered the places he longed for. When he succeeded the garment fell to the floor in a puddle at her feet. Feeling the rush of cold air hit her as Lucius backed away to take in the sight. Again, the goose bumps came making her body betray her. This seemed to please Lucius.

“Ah yes this is what I have been wanting.” He bent his head and eased the intensity. As he suckled her breasts her head leaned back and the tiniest of moans escaped her lips. She was beginning to feel weak, her legs started to give. The bed wasn’t far away, Lucius picked her up and placed her at the head of the bed. Looking up at Lucius Malfoy was something she never thought she would do. Many thoughts ran through her head. Feeling Lucius kiss's on her body felt dangerous but wonderful. Hermione's hands were still tangled in his hair as his lips massaged her breasts. She felt him leave his current area and travel light kisses down her fit stomach.

“Yes.” Hermione moaned. Twisting her hands in his hair as his kisses went lower. She parted her legs automatically beckoning him. Seeing what she wanted he teased her momentarily. Tracing a finger along side her thighs and blowing on to her made her want him more. Bending low he parted her and teased the very essence of her. She was about to beg when he obliged and began his work. Maneuvering himself in a more interesting way. Hermione had only seen this position once and it was in a muggle book she got from the library. She knew what she had to do but the thought somewhat repulsed her. He was waiting for her to start servicing him. As she licked her lips she tested it with her tongue. Feeling her bravery flood her she took as much of him in as she could. Sucking eagerly on him she heard him moan her name and knew she was doing it right.

His tongue started slowly at first, playful. Then he eased a finger deep inside her and began moving it slowly in and out of her body. He sucked the little nub and drove her crazy. She couldn’t believe a man’s tongue could move that fast yet here it was being done and in all too short a time she would be filling his mouth with her very own juices. It was when the unexpected happened. He stopped.
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