pinkwands (pinkwands) wrote in luciusfqf, @ 2008-02-13 09:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | fiction: lucius/hermione, het |
The Hair Up There.
Title:- The Hair Up There.
Author:-
Pairing:- Lucius/Hermione
Summary:- He was a thorn in her side but at least he had pretty hair.
Warnings:- Desk!Sex, Naughty Lucius
Genre:- Evil Smut
Rating:- NC17
Disclaimer:- Everything belongs to JK except the smut :D
Word Count:- 4071
Prompt:- Someone on the Light side has a hair fetish and Lucius intends to take advantage of it.
She groaned in annoyance as she entered her office. The owl was there again and whoever said pets grow to look like their owners was correct. This owl was regal and haughty, pale feathers and large searching eyes. It was hooting impatiently with its leg out, a Ministry sealed parchment waiting to be removed. He had become a mainstay in her office, visiting at least three times a day and for stupid pathetic excuses that she knew was designed to drive her mad.
Hermione had begun working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures straight out of Hogwarts and eight years later she still loved her job. Well except for one person…who continued to taunt her and use his position to lord over her. It didn’t help that he was friends with her boss or that said boss allowed him to owl her at all times of the day with ridiculous requests and questions about beasts.
Really she didn’t have time for him with the new werewolf laws coming into effect and Mister Somerhalder insisting she spearhead the campaign and werewolf relocation but that didn’t seem to matter. In fact Somerhalder had indicated if she didn’t help out his Hogwarts chum then she might like a position in the Floo Regulatory Department. So she became his lackey, the one he owled when bored or wanting to increase public opinion of his family by adopting a rare beast or funding a project to Save the Fairies! It was exhausting; he was exhausting, insisting on emergency meetings about his Pegasus herd and how they could be bred with Muggle horses. Now that had been a disaster, weeks worth of research only to have the wizard decide he wasn’t interested anymore. Complaints to her boss had of course fallen on deaf ears and not for the first time she wanted to transfer but found her applications rejected or lost in the parchment plane post.
‘What do you want?’ She hissed at the owl, screwing up her nose when it jumped to the top of her bookcase and left quite a large deposit before flying down to her desk. ‘He’s been feeding you mice again hasn’t he?’ The owl would quite often defecate on her belongings and she knew he had trained it do so. In fact on more than one occasion he had casually mentioned that she should feel privileged that the owl even deemed her necessary to visit because Mudbloods were his favourite thing to nibble on. ‘Another request right?’ The owl hooted and shook its leg, Hermione sighed and removed the parchment, reading through it quickly then slamming her fists down on the desk. ‘Arrogant bastard!’
~*~*~*~
He smirked as Hera returned slightly ruffled and with his letter singed on her leg. She was a feisty little witch and how he loved antagonising her. In recent years, it had become his favourite past time, watching her flounce around the Ministry in her silly little Muggle clothes, her hair wild and untamed and her pale cheeks flushed. How he wanted to corrupt her and taint her blood and it had been almost a decade since he’d had the opportunity to indulge in his more…exotic desires. His wife left him shortly after the Ministry pardoned her and he was forced to grovel to the Order’s more sympathetic ears, Granger being one of them.
It was shocking to say the least that it had been a Mudblood that had spoken up at his trial and convinced that Potter brat of his worth to society only to have it explode in her face. She had not expected the Ministry to respond so favourably to her endorsement nor to Potters and when they had released him without conviction and only a large fine for his crimes she had been less than pleased. He found out later that she’d hoped he would get his money taken off him or at least a small stint in Azkaban. She was too kind hearted to wish the death sentence on anyone and thankfully the Ministry saw fit not to extinguish one its most prestigious families. She was angered further when the first request had appeared from the desk of ‘Chief Governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’ regarding the rights of house elves. She had appeared in his office, arms laden with years worth of notes and information on why house elves should be free. It had taken him roughly ten minutes to destroy every idea and innovation regarding the filthy creatures and she’d left his office angry and full of hate.
Now he loved nothing more than a passionate witch but it did not bode well if said witch couldn’t hold a conversation, a trait Miss Granger practically drowned in. And he would have had to be blind not to see the glances she sent his way, whether it be in his office, passing through the hallways or back in the day during his trial. To test his theory, he’d begun owling her more frequently, testing the bounds of her patience and finding himself oddly impressed that she hadn’t hexed him into oblivion. Plus it confirmed his beliefs that she wasn’t unaffected by his presence, in fact she seemed quite obsessed with staring at his hair. At first he thought her to be focusing on something other than his face when he’d been sucking on a sugar quill, caressing the fine sugary feathers with his tongue, but during their next meeting it had occurred again. He had curled a long strand of blond hair around his finger as he read through her outline on Vampires and why one should not keep them as pets and happened to glance up from the parchment to see the witch with glazed eyes, lips parted and breath coming in shallow pants.
Curiously, that had been the icing on the cake for the reserved Pureblood. Knowing she loved his hair almost as much as he did was…well a turn on and he enjoyed making her squirm. So every time they met from that time on was torture for him in an effort to stay respectable when all he wanted to do was reach across the desk and force her swotty little mouth down on his cock. Or beat that plump bottom of hers with his cane for all the slights she had uttered against his family. Oh yes, Miss Hermione Granger would look glorious bent over his desk, that awful hair fanned out beneath her, and perhaps a gag between those sexy pink lips…
He shifted uncomfortably. A witch hadn’t had this effect on him since he was a boy, a randy teenager who would sooner come in his pants than get inside a witch. How was she able to turn him inside out, to make him rethink all his beliefs and even respect her? Merlin knows he didn’t want to but she commanded it almost in the same fashion as he commanded fear and loathing amongst the gentle citizens of the wizarding world. Hermione Granger couldn’t be counted as gentle, kind yes but not gentle. She was passionate and full of life, her eyes would flare with anger, annoyance and desire and it inflamed him in a way not even his wife had been able to. Of course, there was a plus side to his newest obsessions. Weasley and Potter had gotten word of his interest in their witch but could not say a word. Lucius was nothing if not intelligent and would never break the law, even in the pursuit of his carnal needs. The witch would come to him, willingly…well perhaps with a smidgeon on persuasion and those two whelps she referred to, as ‘best friends’ would have to stand by and watch.
He smirked and leaned back in his chair, his eyes slowly gazing upon his weapon of seduction. One simple tool that he hoped would have Miss Granger quivering in her ugly Muggle boots and removing her pants quicker than she could say ‘Werewolf’.
‘Master?’ Lucius glanced at the elf shaking next to his chair.
‘What?’ He barked, frightening the little thing even further.
‘Mistress is on her way.’
Lucius’ smirk grew wider. ‘Excellent.’ He murmured and pointed his wand at the door, opening it just a crack. ‘You know what to do.’
~**~*~~*~*
Hermione stalked through the hallways of the Ministry, ignoring the greetings and well wishes. She was a witch on a mission and job be damned she wasn’t going to put up with his nonsense any longer. This ‘request’ was on the welfare of Acromantula in the Dark Forest next to Hogwarts and as far as she was aware the only time Lucius Malfoy had stepped foot in that forest was under the Dark Lord’s reign, waiting for Harry to appear. The Floo Regulatory office was looking a damn sight better than dealing with this pretentious, overbearing, haughty, arrogant and handsome…
‘Merlin,’ She breathed and almost stamped her foot in anger. The only thing keeping her wand securely sheathed had been Malfoy’s pretty face and well to be honest, his hair. She adored it. The long silky strands called for her touch, to run her fingers through his scalp, to smell what she fantasised as fruity and sweet scented. Groaning she wanted to kick the wall in frustration. Did he know the effect he had on her? She snorted. Of course he did, this was Lucius Malfoy, not Ronald Weasley and he was very perceptive. She was certain he was bored and this was his tiny way of gaining back some of his dignity. Not that you’d know he lost any, considering he sauntered around the Ministry like he owned the place and probably did with all the well placed bribes over the years.
She stood outside his door, taking deep breaths in an effort to calm herself. Lucius would pounce on her the minute she entered if she was flustered or showing her emotions. When she was confident he wouldn’t be able to ruffle her she put her hand on the door, but paused at the strange sound coming from within. It was almost like a purr but Lucius didn’t own a cat. Curiosity also got the best of Hermione Granger and she peeked through the crack in the door, her eyes widening at the scene before her.
She had never seen him look so contented, so relaxed and was he smiling? ‘Merlin…’ She breathed and bit her lip. A house elf was hovering above Lucius who was leaning back in his chair, hands folded across his stomach as his servant brushed his hair. Her heart rate increased as the elf carefully moved a silver brush through the long shining blond locks. He looked so beautiful, how could she not have noticed it before? Certainly she knew he was handsome but never an ethereal beauty, one that seemed out of place in the realm of humans and more at home with angels and gods.
~*~*~*~
He smirked inwardly. The wards around his office were humming lightly against his wand and had been now for at least five minutes. He knew the little witch would never have the confidence to go after what she wanted and she definitely wanted him. The feeling was mutual and Lucius had an ache for her, his entire body was tingling with magic and desire, with just the thought of her touching him with her muddy hands, her tainted blood flushing her body with arousal from his wicked mouth. With that thought in mind he raised his wand and pointed it at the crack in the door, whispering the only spell that would compel her forward.
~*~*~*~
The door was opening. Oh Merlin! She cried out in her mind. When did she open the door and more importantly why was she moving towards him at an alarming rate? She tried to stop but her feet, they was intent on moving faster to Lucius, and her hands, what were they doing? She inhaled sharply as her hand wrapped around the silver brush and continued the elves work, finally after all these years getting to touch the blond hair of her fantasies. It was worth every second, it was just as silky as she’d hoped, and the smell…goddess in heaven it was apples! Stifling a groan she ran her fingers along his scalp, drawing the long strands out behind him and letting them flutter against his robes. They shimmied like spun gold and were a stark contrast to the dark wizard beneath her tender ministrations.
She wanted to touch his neck, so she did; her fingertips lightly grazing over his pulse, her nail scraping the small silvery scar behind his ear, once again resuming her activities in his hair. He was warm, surprising Hermione who had always believed him to be partially cold blooded. There was no mistaking his heat, it radiated off him, causing her heart to beat wildly in her chest.
Hermione never once believed she would be this close to Lucius Malfoy, willingly this close and wanted to savour every moment before she had to obliviate him. That thought alone brought her back to what she has just done. She was touching Lucius Malfoy, running her fingers through his hair and hammering the final nail into her coffin. Her hand stilled in his hair, the other still on the brush hovered above his head. She could run…but first she had to reach her wand and take care of his memories of the event. Reaching for her wand she felt a sliver of regret for having to do this and was about to whisper the spell when Lucius’ pale hand darted out and wrapped around her wrist.
‘Why, Tippy, however did you obtain a wand?’ He drawled and Hermione gulped, shaking in fear as he turned his chair slowly and gave her an appraising once over. ‘Why, Miss Granger, what a…pleasant surprise.’
‘M-Mister Malfoy, I can explain-’ she started to say but was cut off when he yanked her forward onto his lap.
‘Can you now, my dear? Can you explain how you happened upon my office during my personal grooming, dismissed my elf, took over his duties yourself and were about to obliviate me?’ His hands gripped her knee as she tried to get off his lap. ‘Oh yes…struggle, my little Mudblood, and you’ll find yourself in a far worse position than sitting on my lap.’
Hermione whimpered as his hand moved higher, caressing her thigh. ‘H-How d-did you know I was going to obliviate you?’
Lucius chuckled. ‘Gryffindors are so obvious and uncreative. You wouldn’t have thought to hold the information against me. Lucius Malfoy uses a house elf to brush his hair…why the scandal would be enormous. Quite frankly I would have done just-’ A squeeze to her thigh- ‘about-’ His face drew closer and she could feel the hot puffs of air leaving his mouth- ‘anything-’ She let out a squeak as his nose dragged along her neck- ‘To protect my secret.’
‘I’m not into blackmail,’ she whispered and shivered as his lips followed the path of his nose, leaving soft, gentle kisses on her skin.
‘No?’ He murmured. ‘Funny, I remember a certain bug being held captive and then blackmailed into being favourable toward your dear Mister Potter.’ His lips rested lightly on her ear and she thought her heart might jump out of her chest as his hand drew higher.
‘How do you know about that?’ She inhaled sharply when he chuckled directly into her ear, sending tingles racing down her spine.
‘I know everything, Miss Granger…including your fascination with my hair.’
She took a deep shuddering breath. ‘I’m sorry.’ She whispered and tried again to move off his lap but his fingers dug painfully into her thigh.
‘Do not lie,’ he whispered back and kissed her jaw. ‘Do not lie or try to make excuses for what you desire.’
‘I don’t just desire your hair!’ She cried out as his hand groped her breast roughly.
‘That is good to hear because I don’t plan on pleasuring you with my hair.’ His drawling voice was almost her undoing that and the fact his fingers were now twisting her nipple in such a way that delivered pleasure and pain.
‘Your hair is so lovely,’ She murmured and ran her nails along his scalp.
‘Isn’t it?’ He returned smugly. ‘I take very good care of my person…Hermione.’ Her eyes locked with his as her name rolled off his tongue. He managed to make it sound sinful yet sweet at the same time and Hermione found herself leaning towards him, coveting his warmth and those sinful lips she ached to kiss.
‘I can see that…gods what am I doing?’ Her eyes widened as realisation set in. She was writhing on Lucius Malfoy’s lap in the middle of the workday at the Ministry of Magic.
‘Do stop snivelling,’ He hissed and stood with her still wrapped in his arms. ‘Do you believe I would allow you to leave now?’
‘Wh-What do you mean?’
‘I plan to have you,’ Lucius drawled and placed her on his desk. ‘I plan to have you and then you can play with my hair however much you wish.’
With a flick of his wand the cool air wrapped around her newly naked body, her nipples hardening, and body quivering under his heated gaze. ‘You are even more spectacular that I expected.’
‘I can’t do this!’
Lucius rolled his eyes and gripped her knees, forcing her legs apart. ‘Strange that your mind protests but your body responds so beautifully,’ he moved between her legs and slowly caressed her thighs. ‘Look how much your body desires me.’
She threw her head back and moaned as he dragged a single finger along her soaking folds. ‘Like that?’ He murmured smugly and roughly penetrated her, nearly climaxing himself as she clenched around his fingers. ‘My, my, such a responsive little witch.’ He leaned over her body, the gorgeous strands of his hair falling over her chest, rubbing against her nipples.
‘You are a very bad wizard,’ she muttered and laughed weakly when he licked her neck. ‘A very bad wizard indeed.’
‘Isn’t that what attracts you, Hermione? Like honey to a bee…’ He licked a path down to her nipple, swirling around the peaked bud and drinking down her moans like a dying man. ‘You like a dark wizard…those fools in the Order were never enough for you, were they?’ Her responding whimper had him chuckling against her breast. ‘Did you moan so delightfully for Weasley? No, I doubt he even made it this far.’ Her eyes fluttered open and she gasped at the wizard above her, his cheeks were flushed and his grey eyes were dark and desire laden.
‘Was never enough,’ her voice was laced with need and she reached up to tangle her fingers through his hair. ‘Always something missing.’
‘Me perhaps?’ He smirked and reached between their bodies. She heard the thunk of his belt buckle hitting the floor and then he was on her, ravaging her mouth with his wicked lips, his tongue forcing itself between her lips, devouring her in his passion.
‘Yes…’ She yanked his head back by his hair, her eyes wild and body feverish. ‘Yes it was you…the way you looked at me, the way you sneered and thought yourself above me. I wanted to make you come undone, to fall apart for a filthy Muggleborn, isn’t that what turned you on, Lucius? Knowing you could never have me?’
He chuckled and wrapped his fingers around her wrists, slamming her arms down onto the desk, above her head. ‘But I can have you…and I will have you.’
Hermione screamed as he plunged into her depths. ‘Oh gods…oh gods…’ She chanted and wrapped her legs around his waist, driving him deeper.
‘So beautiful yet so dirty,’ He whispered harshly into her ear, his blond hair falling over her face like a golden halo.
He thrust into her hard sending the large wooden desk scraping along the floor. Parchment flew about the room, as he possessed the witch. He had never felt so alive, never felt as powerful as the young witch cried out beneath him, meeting every thrust with a desperate arch of her hips. ‘Yes, witch…yes…’ He hissed and released her hands to grasp her hips.
She felt weak under him, helpless let loving every second of it. Loving how hard his chest was, how the hairs on his chest rubbed deliciously against her nipples and his hair…gods this moment was perfection, everything she had dreamed of was coming true. His hand reached between their bodies and with a gentle flick over her clit she came undone, groaning his name and shuddering around him. He quickly followed the witch into the sweet oblivion of pleasure, black dots appearing in his vision as she grasped at him, any part of him to keep the regret and guilt away.
‘Gods…what have we done?’ She whispered and stroked the back of his head as he twitched inside her.
‘We fucked…quite spectacularly I might add.’ He sounded so smug even in the aftershocks of their coupling.
‘We…good gods in your office of all places!’
Lucius raised his head, a brow quirked in amusement. ‘Would you care to copulate in my home next time?’
Her eyes glazed over and he chuckled, kissing her lips quickly before standing. ‘There will be a next time, Hermione, mark my words I intend to have you again, and soon.’
‘You can’t just demand me to sleep with you!’ She spluttered and raised herself off the desk, grimacing and peeling off a sheet of parchment from her back.
‘I can and will,’ He pulled up his pants, his eyes locked onto hers. ‘Would you like Potter finding out his best witch shagged his mortal enemy whilst at work? Tsk, tsk,’ he smirked again and casually smoothed down his hair. ‘Or perhaps you would like to tell him what a nice time you had in my office today.’
Had Hermione been standing she might have stamped her foot in anger, but as it were she was still laying naked on Lucius Malfoy’s desk, growing steadily colder as the warmth from their coupling slowly ebbed away. ‘You would black mail me into sleeping with you?’
He laughed. ‘Do you believe I would need to black mail you?’ His fingers caressed her knees. ‘I think you would come to me willingly.’
‘I would,’ She whispered and it cost her a lot to say that, pride, dignity, self respect, all gone in an instant. ‘But neither of us believes that-’ She gestured to the mess behind her. ‘-was willing on my part.’
His lips twitched. ‘I would not have used an unforgivable to get you into my office Hermione.’
‘But you used something?’ Her heart was beating faster again as he towered over her, his large hand reaching up to cup her breast.
‘Compulsion…a simple compulsion spell, which would not have worked had you not be open to the request.’
‘Oh.’ She whispered and ran her hands down his vest. ‘Not an unforgivable?’
‘You sound almost disappointed,’ He drawled then kissed her neck.
‘No, I’m not disappointed just…’ She sighed. ‘I did want this to happen and there isn’t any point in denying that fact.’
‘Good girl,’ he replied and helped her to stand, cupping her cheeks in what could only be described as a tender manner. ‘Now let us discuss the Acromantula.’
Hermione blinked as he held out a chair for her but kept her clothing on the back of his chair. ‘That letter was real?’
His face grew calculating and his smirk cold. ‘We need something to pass the time until I am ready to take you again; hence why you should remain naked.’
‘You are an arse.’ She stated and primly crossed her legs.
‘If you are a good little witch I might let you brush my hair again when we retire for the night.’
Hermione stared over at him. Well this could be the start of a very delightful friendship and if she got to touch his hair on a regular basis it sounded win-win, perhaps she might be able to convince him to teach her his secrets.