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Title: Comforting Lucius
Author: cmeeks51
Recipient's LJ name: curia_regis
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Lucius/Hermione
Word Count: 1286
Warnings (if any): Anal, sex for one partner's pleasure only
Summary: In a world where wizards are hunted by muggles, Hermione comforts Lucius after the loss of his son.
Author's notes: None
One of her grandmother's sayings had been, "No good deed goes unpunished." The wizarding world was certainly being punished now. Only two years after defeating the dark wizards who'd wanted to make muggleborns second-class citizens, they were now under attack from muggles. Weakened from the war, they had not been as careful as they should have been. Control over muggle government officials had lapsed, and aided by young muggleborn witches and wizards who felt more loyalty to their muggle families than to the wizarding world, the muggle government had attacked.
It started quietly at first. Traitorous muggleborns identified other witches and wizards, who were then assassinated by muggle means. People were shot at a distance before they could vanish away or use magic to defend themselves. Then, fearing the wizarding community would suppress their memories before they could finish their cleansing, the government went public. All the major television and radio stations ran the announcement simultaneously and repeatedly. The Ministry of Magic could not modify the memory of all of Britain. The revelation quickly spread throughout the whole world.
Muggles had managed to kill very few real witches in the witch-hunts of prior centuries. But their numbers were much greater now and their technology much better. And many muggleborn wizards were quick to turn on the antiquated wizarding world. They set themselves up as "good witches" and helped their muggle brethren to catch "bad witches."
Ron had been one of the earliest to die, betrayed by a young Hogwarts student he'd once presided over as prefect. Despite his loss, Hermione and Harry had hindered the wizarding world's counter-attack. Hermione could see that now. It hadn't been intentional; they just hadn't been ruthless enough for the extreme measures that might have restored wizards' control over muggles.
They could only run and hide now. Most witches and wizards only concerned themselves with their own survival and that of their families. The Ministry of Magic was, for all intents and purposes, nonexistent. Hermione was one of the few left trying to organize resistance, and she'd had to take up with strange company to do it.
Former Death Eaters proved best at fighting back. They had no moral qualms where muggles and muggleborns were concerned to restrain them. They cast the cruelest curses and used magic to massacre hundreds of thousands of muggles. But it wasn't enough, not when there were billions of muggles.
They had to keep fighting though. They couldn't simply give up and wait to be killed. That was why Hermione was currently waiting for Lucius Malfoy. She had information to share with him. He and his son alternated between not trusting her and been contemptuous because she was a traitor to "her own kind." But they needed her help to avenge Narcissa's death and keep themselves alive, and she needed their help.
When Lucius finally showed up, she knew something was wrong before he spoke. "Draco is dead," he said, simply, almost flatly.
"I'm sorry," Hermione said, and she meant it, though she'd once hated Draco Malfoy. She felt sorry for Lucius, too, whom she still believed was a despicable man and who had instilled values in Draco that had made him so unpleasant. But she knew the pain of losing a loved one and she understood that losing one's child must be even worse. She wasn't the sort of person to wish that on her enemies or rejoice when it happened.
He just stood there. He did not weep or rage, and that was worse. Hermione reached for him, trying to comfort him, and he allowed her to hold him. That told her how badly he was hurting.
"If Narcissa and I had not betrayed the Dark Lord to save Draco, he might be alive now. The Dark Lord would have dealt with the muggles before they got out of hand. I thought I'd been wrong to ally with the Dark Lord, but I was wrong to betray him."
"No," Hermione said firmly.
"Yes," he said, bleakly.
Hermione grabbed his face between her hands and looked straight into his gray eyes. "No."
It wasn't a conscious decision what she did next. It happened. She kissed him, roughly, and he kissed her back, even more roughly.
He released her after just a moment. "I do not love you, Miss Granger. To be frank, I do not even like you."
"I don't like you either, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said.
"Should we do this, it will change nothing."
She didn't want to change anything that could be changed this way. What she wanted couldn't be changed at all. She only needed to feel something different for a short while. "That suits me fine."
He swept the table clear, knocking her meager dinner onto the floor. "Bend over," he told her.
Hermione leaned over the narrow table, gripping the far edge with both hands. She felt Lucius move behind her. He smoothed a hand down her back and over her buttocks. "Muggle apparel is vulgar," he said, "But I see its appeal." He patted the seat of her jeans.
It was more practical to fight and flee in jeans than in wizarding robes, but for once Hermione didn't try to argue. She wriggled her buttocks, reminding Lucius that she was not bent over this table so he could examine her clothing. He unzipped her jeans and peeled it and her underwear down her legs. She thought he would just leave them pulled down, but he pulled them all the way off and had her step out of them. It was a curiously vulnerable feeling, having her bottom bare while her top was still clothed.
Lucius prodded at her arse. "Did the Weasley boy ever take you here?" His finger fought past her sphincter muscles and pushed inside.
"No," Hermione answered. Ron had never indicated a desire for anal sex and she certainly hadn't suggested it to him. It had always struck her as dirty and moreover as something done solely for the man's pleasure. Now, however, her own prior revulsion made the act a tantalizing prospect. A forbidden act with a forbidden man. "Do it," she urged.
He muttered a charm and she felt the slickness of lubrication back there. He slide a second finger into her and she had to moan. He stretched her, teased her, until she was impatient to experience it fully. Then slowly, carefully, he began to work his cock into her arse.
Hermione groaned. It was at once similar to losing her virginity and utterly different. It was more intimate for being, to her, an unnatural act. Lucius remained still for a moment once he was fully inside her. "Merlin," he swore. He brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. "All right, Miss Granger?"
That, too, was exciting for its wrongness: being addressed so formally by a man sheathed deep in her arse. "Yes," she replied, breathlessly. He began to fuck her then. Hermione closed her eyes and gave free vocalization to the feelings the experience wrought from her. She kept her hands on the table, making no attempt to stimulate herself.
Lucius did not attempt to stimulate her, either. His hands remained on her hips, holding her still to receive him. He swore as he approached his climax. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK." A few more shallow thrusts and then he was draped atop her, breathing hard.
He withdrew from her as soon as he recovered. She heard him utter a charm to clean himself. She pulled her underwear and jeans back on, salvaged her meal from the floor, and sat down to finish dinner. Lucius sat across from her like he'd only now arrived. They began their meeting.
Author: cmeeks51
Recipient's LJ name: curia_regis
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Lucius/Hermione
Word Count: 1286
Warnings (if any): Anal, sex for one partner's pleasure only
Summary: In a world where wizards are hunted by muggles, Hermione comforts Lucius after the loss of his son.
Author's notes: None
One of her grandmother's sayings had been, "No good deed goes unpunished." The wizarding world was certainly being punished now. Only two years after defeating the dark wizards who'd wanted to make muggleborns second-class citizens, they were now under attack from muggles. Weakened from the war, they had not been as careful as they should have been. Control over muggle government officials had lapsed, and aided by young muggleborn witches and wizards who felt more loyalty to their muggle families than to the wizarding world, the muggle government had attacked.
It started quietly at first. Traitorous muggleborns identified other witches and wizards, who were then assassinated by muggle means. People were shot at a distance before they could vanish away or use magic to defend themselves. Then, fearing the wizarding community would suppress their memories before they could finish their cleansing, the government went public. All the major television and radio stations ran the announcement simultaneously and repeatedly. The Ministry of Magic could not modify the memory of all of Britain. The revelation quickly spread throughout the whole world.
Muggles had managed to kill very few real witches in the witch-hunts of prior centuries. But their numbers were much greater now and their technology much better. And many muggleborn wizards were quick to turn on the antiquated wizarding world. They set themselves up as "good witches" and helped their muggle brethren to catch "bad witches."
Ron had been one of the earliest to die, betrayed by a young Hogwarts student he'd once presided over as prefect. Despite his loss, Hermione and Harry had hindered the wizarding world's counter-attack. Hermione could see that now. It hadn't been intentional; they just hadn't been ruthless enough for the extreme measures that might have restored wizards' control over muggles.
They could only run and hide now. Most witches and wizards only concerned themselves with their own survival and that of their families. The Ministry of Magic was, for all intents and purposes, nonexistent. Hermione was one of the few left trying to organize resistance, and she'd had to take up with strange company to do it.
Former Death Eaters proved best at fighting back. They had no moral qualms where muggles and muggleborns were concerned to restrain them. They cast the cruelest curses and used magic to massacre hundreds of thousands of muggles. But it wasn't enough, not when there were billions of muggles.
They had to keep fighting though. They couldn't simply give up and wait to be killed. That was why Hermione was currently waiting for Lucius Malfoy. She had information to share with him. He and his son alternated between not trusting her and been contemptuous because she was a traitor to "her own kind." But they needed her help to avenge Narcissa's death and keep themselves alive, and she needed their help.
When Lucius finally showed up, she knew something was wrong before he spoke. "Draco is dead," he said, simply, almost flatly.
"I'm sorry," Hermione said, and she meant it, though she'd once hated Draco Malfoy. She felt sorry for Lucius, too, whom she still believed was a despicable man and who had instilled values in Draco that had made him so unpleasant. But she knew the pain of losing a loved one and she understood that losing one's child must be even worse. She wasn't the sort of person to wish that on her enemies or rejoice when it happened.
He just stood there. He did not weep or rage, and that was worse. Hermione reached for him, trying to comfort him, and he allowed her to hold him. That told her how badly he was hurting.
"If Narcissa and I had not betrayed the Dark Lord to save Draco, he might be alive now. The Dark Lord would have dealt with the muggles before they got out of hand. I thought I'd been wrong to ally with the Dark Lord, but I was wrong to betray him."
"No," Hermione said firmly.
"Yes," he said, bleakly.
Hermione grabbed his face between her hands and looked straight into his gray eyes. "No."
It wasn't a conscious decision what she did next. It happened. She kissed him, roughly, and he kissed her back, even more roughly.
He released her after just a moment. "I do not love you, Miss Granger. To be frank, I do not even like you."
"I don't like you either, Mr. Malfoy," Hermione said.
"Should we do this, it will change nothing."
She didn't want to change anything that could be changed this way. What she wanted couldn't be changed at all. She only needed to feel something different for a short while. "That suits me fine."
He swept the table clear, knocking her meager dinner onto the floor. "Bend over," he told her.
Hermione leaned over the narrow table, gripping the far edge with both hands. She felt Lucius move behind her. He smoothed a hand down her back and over her buttocks. "Muggle apparel is vulgar," he said, "But I see its appeal." He patted the seat of her jeans.
It was more practical to fight and flee in jeans than in wizarding robes, but for once Hermione didn't try to argue. She wriggled her buttocks, reminding Lucius that she was not bent over this table so he could examine her clothing. He unzipped her jeans and peeled it and her underwear down her legs. She thought he would just leave them pulled down, but he pulled them all the way off and had her step out of them. It was a curiously vulnerable feeling, having her bottom bare while her top was still clothed.
Lucius prodded at her arse. "Did the Weasley boy ever take you here?" His finger fought past her sphincter muscles and pushed inside.
"No," Hermione answered. Ron had never indicated a desire for anal sex and she certainly hadn't suggested it to him. It had always struck her as dirty and moreover as something done solely for the man's pleasure. Now, however, her own prior revulsion made the act a tantalizing prospect. A forbidden act with a forbidden man. "Do it," she urged.
He muttered a charm and she felt the slickness of lubrication back there. He slide a second finger into her and she had to moan. He stretched her, teased her, until she was impatient to experience it fully. Then slowly, carefully, he began to work his cock into her arse.
Hermione groaned. It was at once similar to losing her virginity and utterly different. It was more intimate for being, to her, an unnatural act. Lucius remained still for a moment once he was fully inside her. "Merlin," he swore. He brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. "All right, Miss Granger?"
That, too, was exciting for its wrongness: being addressed so formally by a man sheathed deep in her arse. "Yes," she replied, breathlessly. He began to fuck her then. Hermione closed her eyes and gave free vocalization to the feelings the experience wrought from her. She kept her hands on the table, making no attempt to stimulate herself.
Lucius did not attempt to stimulate her, either. His hands remained on her hips, holding her still to receive him. He swore as he approached his climax. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK." A few more shallow thrusts and then he was draped atop her, breathing hard.
He withdrew from her as soon as he recovered. She heard him utter a charm to clean himself. She pulled her underwear and jeans back on, salvaged her meal from the floor, and sat down to finish dinner. Lucius sat across from her like he'd only now arrived. They began their meeting.