Gravity
My very frist Lumione :)
Title: Gravity
Author: macaparket
Summary: "Gravity thou art a bitch!" - Inspired by a line from "The Red Line" by WinndSinger
Characters: Hermione Granger, Lucius Malfoy
Warnings: Sex
Words: 3 980
A/N: This is a little one shot inspired by a line from WindSinger's Twilight story, "The Red Line". The line is: "Gravity thou art a bitch". If I am not mistaken the line is also from The Big Bang Theory Series.
A big thank you to laurielove, who is also part of the inspiration for this Lumione and to my awesome beta, Potionsmistress23.
This is also my first Lumione so please be gentle.
Read and review. See you in the bottom ;)
Gravity
The Ministry was hustling and bustling, even in the early hours of the morning. In fact, work never stopped here in the heart of the wizarding community. After the fall of Voldemort, the Ministry set to restoring everything to its former glory, and with that in mind, and the fact that they received more than a hundred calls a day of sightings of the Dark Lord and claims of his resurrection, they worked nearly 24/7.
This morning was no different, and it found Hermione running towards the elevators, trying not to be late for work. She had overslept for the fourth time this week.
"Damn," she thought, seeing the elevator door closing and knowing it would take ages to find a new one. "As usual, late again."
However, it seemed for a moment that her ill luck had changed as the door opened again. She sped up with a smile on her face and the thought that her boss finally wouldn't yell at her.
But her luck hadn't changed a bit. Her heel got caught in a crack in the black and white marble tiles covering the Atrium floor, and instead of stepping on it, she flew right into the elevator.
"Boy, did I choose the wrong day to wear high heels," she thought right before she fell to the ground.
Or that's what she expected. Instead of feeling the cold marble pressed to her face, she felt warm arms holding her inches away from the floor's surface.
"Thank you…" she started to say, looking up, but stopped mid-sentence when she saw was who it was exactly that was holding her.
Before her stood Lucius Malofy, ex Death Eater, Pureblood extraordinaire, Muggle-born hater, blond bastard.
"Perfect way to start the day!"
He was smirking at her, and she knew she was in trouble.
"Why, why, Miss Granger. Falling right into my arms. How suiting."
She regained her senses and retorted with venom in her voice, "What are you talking about, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Don't concern your pretty little head with it, Miss Granger. Late again, aren't we?"
"Bet you would love that you… you… argh!"
"Immensely, Miss Granger. Now if you would please remove yourself from my arms and the door, these people have jobs to get to."
That was when she realized that, during the whole conversation, she had been sprawled with one half of her in and one half out of the elevator.
"Umm… sure… yeah…" She blushed.
He just rolled his eyes and murmured something under his breath.
Just as she straightened herself up, the elevator door closed, and it left. Hurriedly, she pressed the button to her floor, not noticing that it was already pressed.
She noticed Lucuis smirking at her again and asked, "What was that a moment ago, Malfoy? Another insult?" The hate in her eyes was more than evident.
"Again, nothing of your concern, Granger. Just a comment to your fall." He sneered at her.
She threw him a look that could freeze hell.
"No need for anger, Miss Granger." He had regained his composure but could not hide his anger at her look. "The only one who could take offence from this is a natural force. I just said, "Gravity, thou art a bitch.""
Her expression changed in an instant. Now, the shock on her face was evident.
He just smirked again and turned his face towards the door as it opened.
It was Hermione's floor, and she moved to get out. Walking to her office, she noticed that Lucius was walking beside her. She wanted to tell him to leave her alone but refrained, knowing it would only make her later, as it would start another fight. Her pace quickened when she saw the door to her sanctuary: her office. She was inside in two seconds, and she closed and locked the door behind her. Luckily, he did not follow her.
Daring to take a peak outside, she unlocked the door and opened it just a tiny bit. She saw Lucius waiting in the hallway for someone. Shortly after, he was joined by her boss, Mr. Tom Felton. He was nothing like the Dark Lord, even though the shared the name. He was tall, blonde and handsome. His hair was always messy. The fact that he was her age just made him hotter and Hermione madder about her not being in his position.
She worked in the Department of Magical Research and was the head of the team that developed new spells. She liked her job, but it was poorly paid and exhausting. Her degrees in Transfiguration and Charms did nothing to help her move forward. Some things never changed.
She wracked her brain trying to find a reason why Tom would meet with Lucius. Shrugging it off, she sat down at her desk and continued working on the documents for her latest project.
She was trying to develop a counter curse for one of the Unforgivables. Her boss was obviously not going to yell at her today, so she was able to concentrate.
Her meeting with Lucius soon evaporated from her mind.
HG/LM / HG/LM / HG/LM
The workday was almost over, but Hermione's was not. A lot of paperwork still needed to be filed, and it seemed like she was going to have another boring, sleepless night.
That was until she heard a knock at the door.
It was around eight p.m., and all of her other colleagues, including her boss, had gone home for the day.
She had no idea who could be knocking at her office door this late at night. She got up from her desk and walked briskly to the door. Like deja-vu, before her stood Lucius Malfoy.
"Oh, no!"
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she spat at him.
"Lost your sense of propriety, have you, Granger? I was just coming here to give you the good news," he sneered at her.
"What good news could you bring?"
"Maybe that of a promotion." Marveling at the astonished look on her face, he changed his expression to a smirk. "Care to let me in so we can discuss it?"
Without being aware of her actions, Hermione moved away from the door and let Lucius in.
He settled himself on the only other chair in the room and waited for her to return to her seat behind her desk.
Like in a trance, she and sat down. She could not believe what he had just said. Promotion? For her? Not that she didn't deserve it, but she was not expecting it. Regaining her composure, she spoke.
"Okay. Tell me what this is all about. It's not some prank of yours, is it? That would be really immature!"
"I assure you, Miss Granger, this is no prank. I have asked your executive to, for lack of other words, lend you to me for a couple of days. I've seen your skills, and I am in need of them," he said. "You see, some nasty hexes put up by the Dark Lord himself have turned up at the Manor, and we could find no counter spells to destroy them. I am in great need of someone from your field and with your expertise. You were perfect. You will, of course, be paid for it and, after you return here, if the counter curses are successful, be receiving a promotion."
She couldn't utter a word. She was stunned. Him offering her work at the Manor? And paying her? It was too surreal to be true.
"But… but… why? You hate me. You hate all of my kind. Muggle-borns."
"My views, and those of my family, have long since changed, Miss Granger. I am sorry if I had led you to think otherwise. Now, do you accept my offer? If you do, you can start when you wish."
It was a hard decision. His last words had been honest. He had, indeed, changed since the war. Their meeting in the elevator had carried a note of unfriendliness mostly due to her and not him. Now that she remembered it, he hadn't said anything insulting during their conversation either then or now. There was no reason not to accept the job. It was challenging, and if she did it well, it would earn her a promotion. The only problem was returning to the place where she was tortured. But she was strong. She would deal with it.
"Sure. I accept," she answered in a low tone.
Lucius' face twisted in a smirk. It was as if he knew that she would accept.
"Excellent," he said and moved to get up. "I will be seeing you in the near future then, Miss Granger. Goodbye."
Just then, she remembered something he had said earlier in the elevator.
"Wait, Mr. Malfoy!" She stood up, and he turned.
"Yes?" He raised his eyebrow.
"What did you mean when you said, "Falling right into my arms. How suiting," in the elevator?"
"I meant what I said a bit later then, Miss Granger. Don't worry your pretty, little head with it. It has nothing to do with this job." He waved his cane at her and turned once again towards the door.
Hermione was furious. How dare he dismiss her like that? In a second, she flicked her wand to lock and silence the door.
"Now you listen to me, MALFOY! I want to know what you meant with it, and I want to know it now! My 'pretty, little head' can take it!"
At that moment, Lucius turned towards her, and something flashed in his eyes.
His look caused her to stagger and fall in her stool.
"Never, ever use that tone of voice with me," he said as he drew his wand from his cane. "Do you understand that?"
She nodded her head fearfully. For a second there, she saw glint of the old Lucius. The one who tortured, killed and raped people.
He took a deep, calming breath and lowered his wand, returning it to the cane.
"You know what, Miss Granger? I might just show you what I meant with that," he said, circling her desk and stopping to stand beside her chair.
Using his strong hands, he turned her chair towards him. He raised his cane in the air and, with it, touched just below her chin. Then, he moved it towards and across her lips and neck.
Hermione was frightened. She was frozen in her chair and had no idea what Lucius was going to do to her.
"So beautiful," he said so softly and quietly that she was not sure he even said it.
Then he crashed his lips to hers.
The sensation was intense and unknown. She had never felt like this before. Not even with Ron or Viktor.
He was gliding his lips against hers like a man starved. It was as if she were his air and he needed her to breathe. She knew it was cliché, but she could not find other words to describe it.
Suddenly, his tongue darted out, licking her lips and seeking entrance.
She parted her lips slightly, and he gently slipped in.
Now their tongues were dancing together. It made Hermione feel like never before. She was on fire, and the only one who mattered now was Lucius. She needed more of him, and she needed it now.
Daring to move her hands, she grasped his robes and set to unbuttoning them. This was not an easy task, since his robes had a thousand buttons. What he was doing to her wasn't helping either.
He was now gliding his mouth sensually over her jugular and neck to her collarbone, nipping and sucking lightly, just to tease her.
When his robes were finally off, he stilled her hands and stood up.
Hermione looked at him in confusion, wondering why he had stopped now, in the heat of passion.
But the heat in his eyes showed that he didn't intend to stop. Instead, he rid himself of the rest of his clothes with a quick Divesto and did the same to her.
This display of wandless magic amazed her, but she had no time to marvel over it, because before her stood a prefect specimen of male manhood.
It was perfectly erect with a dewy drop of expectation on top (I love this line. I read it in a FF and borrowed it. Curtsy to the author.) .
She didn't have much experience in sex. Her only lovers before this had been Victor and Ron. The coupling with the former was over in a matter of seconds, and she got nothing from it. The later was also a catastrophe. Half the time, he didn't even bother to make her cum.
She had a distinct feeling that it was going to be very, very different with Lucius.
Unconsciously, she licked her lips. All she wanted to do was take him in her mouth.
Lucius noticed her hesitation and gently cupped her chin with his hand.
"It's okay, love. You can taste me if you want to," he said softly.
She smiled at him and lowered her head to his cock. She licked the head tentatively at first, but his sharp intake of breath encouraged her, and she grew bolder.
She took him in her mouth and moved downward. It was an amazing feeling to be doing this. To make him feel like this.
She applied suction, and he moaned out loud.
"Ahh… so good…"
He started moving in and out of her mouth slowly, being careful not to hurt her.
She used her hands to cover the length she could not take in her mouth. Since this was the first time she did this, she could not deep throat him. He didn't pressure her.
"Use your tongue, love. Use your tongue," he said breathlessly.
She stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of his cock.
The sensation alone was enough to make him explode, and since he didn't want to cum right away, he told her that.
"Slow down. I want to be inside you, first. You're going to make me cum."
She moved away from him and pouted. He was delicious, and she wanted more of him. She wanted to really taste him.
Lucius scouted the office for the best place to fuck Hermione. The table in front of him was covered in papers, and he used his hand to clear it off.
"Lie down here with your back on the table and spread your legs," he said with a smirk.
She obliged, and as soon as she put her head down, she felt something cold on her pussy.
It was Lucius' breath. He was now eating her out, torturing her with his lips and tongue. He was an extreme tease, not touching her clit even for a tiny second.
Fire burned inside her, and something was rising in the pit of her stomach. Every nerve ending was pulsating, wanting to be touched. She needed release and needed it now.
"Please… Lucius… please…" she whined and moaned.
"You said something, dear?" he said looking up at her with a wolfish smile on his face. He was enjoying this extremely.
"I want… ahh…"
"You have to tell me what you want or I can't help you," he spoke as his hand moved to rub gentle circles around her clit.
Hermione could not think straight or speak. His ministrations had taken away her ability to have rational thoughts. All she could think of was him and his amazing fingers.
"I… I… want to… cum… please…" she panted breathlessly.
"How can I deny you anything?" He smiled and, at that exact moment, touched her swollen nub lightly.
It was like an explosion. Her eyes closed shut and rolled in their holes. Her body quivered and shook. It was the most amazing orgasm she had ever had.
Lucius marveled in the expression on her face. It was pure bliss and turned him on even more. He wanted to be inside her so he could feel it too but waited for her to come down from her high.
Her eyes were half lidded, and her mouth hung slightly open. Drops of sweat glittered on her bare skin. Her breasts were slowly rising and falling with every shallow breath she took. She was beautiful.
Opening her eyes slowly, she smiled at him. It was the biggest expression of gratitude she could muster in this condition.
Just then, he positioned himself in front of her and thrust in.
Hermione gasped. He filled her perfectly and completely.
"Oh fuck. You're so tight," he murmured. "It's like you were made for me, love."
He kissed her lips and then her neck before moving downward to her left breast. He teased the little nub on top into a fine peak with his tongue and mouth, sucking and licking it. While he did this, his hand worked on the other one.
Just then, he started to slowly thrust in and out of her. With every thrust, he hit that perfect spot inside her that made her see stars.
His pace was slow and gentle. Not one you would expect from an ex rough and tough Death Eater. He was not having sex with her; he was making love to her right here on her office desk. This was a place she would never look at again with the same eyes.
Suddenly, his movements stopped and he slid out of her.
She looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was happening.
"I want you on top of me, love. Let me lie down on the desk," he whispered in her ear.
Her numbed limbs moved, and she let him slide on her desk.
He helped her straddle him and was inside her in a matter of seconds.
Now she could set the pace, and it was a bit faster. Again, she needed release. And she could sense that he needed it too.
They moved together in perfect harmony. Up and down, up and down. Their bodies sweaty, their lust stronger than ever and their need great.
His hands were grasping her hips, and hers were gliding over his perfectly toned chest and abs.
Suddenly, his hand moved south towards her mound and instantly found her clit. He started rubbing it.
That was all Hermione needed. She came, arching her back and pointing her breasts to high heaven.
"Luciuuus!" While coming, she yelled his name.
The vice like grip of her pussy triggered Lucius' release too. He thrusted one more time into her, spilling his seed and screaming her name too.
Hermione's body fell limp on Lucius. She barely had the strength to move her arms around his neck to hug him.
Her face was near his lips, and he kissed her cheek gently. He had no strength left in him either.
Hermione's last thought before she fell asleep was that they needed to talk. She had no idea why this happened, but it was amazing. And right now, she needed rest.
HG/LM / HG/LM / HG/LM
When Hermione woke up, she expected to find herself lying in her own bed and that last night had been just a dream. Instead, she was lying on a far more comfortable bed than hers. Stretching her arms above her head, she bumped into something beside her or, rather, someone.
Turning her head slowly, she saw who was lying beside her. Shock and panic flowed through her body when she saw him. Luicius Malfoy lay beside her sleeping. A slight pout was covering his face, and he was snoring lightly. One of his arms was draped over her stomach.
"So last night hadn't been a dream," she thought, unable to stop the shock from reaching her face. "I really slept with Lucius Malfoy. The man who hated my guts just a few short months or, maybe, days ago. And he seduced me."
She tried to move his arm from her stomach even just a little bit so she could escape and get out of there. What would he want with someone like her? Maybe, he seduced her so he could kill her later? And how the hell did she end up in his bed?
Her movements roused Lucius from his sleep. He turned sleepily towards her, and when he saw her, a wide grin spread across his face.
"Oh, you're up," he said. "How did you sleep?"
But then, he saw the look on her face, and his contorted in confusion.
"What's the matter? What happened?"
"What am I doing here, Malfoy? Why did you seduce me? Why did you sleep with me? And how did I get here? So you can boast to your Death Eater friends that even a Mudblood can't resist you? That you're above all?" she yelled at him, raising her tone of voice with every question she asked.
He backed away from her a bit, and she used that chance to get away from the bed and took some of the sheets with her to cover herself.
"Why are you doing this, Hermione? You were so willing last night," he said in confusion.
The use of her given name made her stop. If he had any intention of embarrassing her, he would use her surname and add a hint of venom and malice to his voice. His tone was now soft and calm, almost like he was talking to a long time lover.
"Y… you… didn't do this to humiliate me?" she stuttered.
"Of course not, love," he retorted with a smirk on his face when he realized why she had reacted like that. "Why would I do that? Don't you remember? You asked me what I meant with the comment in the elevator, and I said I'd show you. And I showed you, didn't I?"
The gears in Hermione's head started turning. Her brain started working again, and suddenly, she understood. Old rivalries and feuds didn't matter anymore. Like he had said in her office, his views and those of his family had changed, once and for all. And he was perfectly nice and decent when they talked about his job offer.
"So, you really wanted to be with me?"
"Yes, love. I wanted to be with you." He rolled his eyes.
"But why?"
"Well, what other reason do you want than the fact that you're a beautiful, sexy, brilliant witch and that any man would be lucky to have you?"
"You really think that of me?"
"God! Of course I do. If I didn't, I wouldn't have slept with you. Now, do you mind ending this mindless conversation and getting on to better things? Like you getting back into bed with me."
Hermione smiled shyly and gave a little nervous laugh before moving again to lie beside Lucius. Once under the covers, she relaxed a little bit and snuggled under the arm Lucius had propped on the pillows above her.
"That's it, now. Do you trust me?" he asked.
"I do now. Sorry for being so paranoid. One can never be too careful you know," she chuckled.
"Yes." He smiled warmly. "I believe that is so."
"But I think you were mistaken with something you said yesterday."
"And what was that?"
""Gravity, thou art a bitch.""
"Why was that wrong?" he asked, obviously confused.
"Because it made me fall right into your arms. That means you should thank it," she said teasingly.
"Ah, you little teasing minx," he chuckled lightly. "Could we stop talking now? There's something else I want to do with you."
"And what is that, Mr. Malfoy?"
"You'll see," he said, smiling like a wolf and diving in on her mouth again.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it :D
All reviews are welcome :D