Affections

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Affections

Lucius hissed as Hermione's lips closed around him. He shuddered when she took him deeper into her mouth. Reaching out, he grasped her silky locks gently and raised his hips to meet her as she sucked on his length.

Her tongue traced the length of his shaft before she began moving over him faster. Sucking him deep, she then pulled back and traced the tip of his manhood with her tongue. After a few moments, Lucius grabbed her and pulled her slowly up the length of his body until she was laying over him.

Reaching down between them, he urged her to straddle his hips. His fingers found and began to stroke her clit as his other hand found her opening and he began to press his cock into its tightness.

Hermione cried out when he thrust forward suddenly, impaling her on his thickness. For a moment, she stilled over him at the feel of his cock stretching her. His one hand was still rubbing her essence while the other had come to rest on her hip and was urging her gently to begin their ride.

Slowly, she began to move over him, feeling him tilting his hips to meet her movements. Each time she raised up, his hips would pull back slightly. Each time she moved down, he would thrust deeper into her moist heat.

The position was something she had never done. The sensations it caused for him to enter her this way almost drove her over the edge. Slowly, she felt the heat inside her beginning to build. She shuddered at the feel of him inside of her.

"Yes!" he whispered softly. "Feel me inside you, my love. Feel how much I want you!"

Hermione began to moan and gasp. Her body trembled, and she stilled over him as she felt the walls of her core closing tightly around him.

Lucius had to bite his own lip to keep from coming when he, too, felt her body's reaction. Instead, he cradled her to him and rolled until she was beneath him. Then, he began thrusting into her. Filling her with himself over and over until she was crying out his name.

When he felt her completion ebbing, he let himself go. Thrusting faster and deeper, he carried her through another orgasm as he reached his own cessation. His seed spilled deep within her as he fell atop her. His arms wrapped around her, and he gave himself over to the emotion that he felt.

Hermione felt his tears dampen her shoulder. Feeling his body shake against her, she held him close. "Lucius," she said softly, "d-did I do something wrong? Was it too soon? Were you not ready?" A single tear slid down her own cheek at the thought that he may not have been ready to do what they had just done with someone save the woman he had pledged his love to years before.

Rolling onto his side, his eyes searched hers. "I was ready, Hermione. I was so, very ready, my dear." He sighed as he pulled her closer and stroked her cheek. "I wanted to believe that I could never have feelings for another woman after Narcissa died. I wanted to think that I could never need anyone again." He smoothed an unruly hair away from her cheek. "Then you came. Now it terrifies me how much I seem to need you." Worry creased his brow as he observed her reactions to his words. "What if you decide you need to move on to some younger, more attractive wizard? I will be left here alone, with nothing but my scars to keep me company." He tried to smile, but failed.

Hermione moved to kiss him deeply before wrapping her arms around his waist. "I could never desire another now," she answered softly. "You are in my thoughts whether I am awake or asleep. I find I cannot even concentrate on the research I am to be doing, for thoughts of you." She smiled playfully before whispering, "You've bewitched me."

Lucius returned her smile before growing solemn. "When your research is over, what then? Am I to be someone you visit upon occasion?" He raised a brow in inquiry. "Or would you possibly stay here? With me?"

A moment of silence passed between them before Hermione slid out of his arms and sat up in the bed. Absently, she straightened the covers around them as she thought about his words. To live with him was something that she yearned for. But the practical side of herself knew that it would take time before her friends would be ready to accept the new person in her life. She wasn't sure they would ever really accept that.

Taking her silence to mean refusal, Lucius slid to the other side of the bed and began dressing in silence. Hermione watched him with tears shining in her eyes. Could he grant her time to make this adjustment easier for everyone? Would he let her open a Floo between her rooms at Grimmald and the Manor?

"Lucius, I'm not saying no..." she started, trying to choose her words carefully.

He shook his head as he moved from the bed. "Then what am I to be? Am I your dirty little secret?" Hermione opened her mouth to argue, but Lucius had already fled the room, leaving her alone.

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Unable to sleep, Lucius stood on his balcony, looking wistfully out into the night. He was deeply troubled. After he had lost Narcissa and Draco, he had sworn to himself that he would never again let himself become attached to another.

So much for keeping that vow. Hermione had worked her way deeply into his heart. He had no idea how he was going to survive without her once she left. She, herself, might miss him at first. But over time, she would get back into her research and forget all about him.

Damning himself over his stupidity, he allowed a moan to escape his lips. He had never been a solitary creature. He had never thought that the day would come when he would no longer attend the normal array of wizarding functions. But now, he lived in the darkness. He hid from any but his closest friends. He had never even intended to allow Hermione to see him. What possessed you to do that, anyway? He thought angrily to himself, swearing in exasperation.

"You did it because you were desperate for some companionship," a soft voice answered him from behind.

Whirling around, Lucius found himself face to face with the spirit of Narcissa. She smiled at him in her patient way and reached out to him. When he made to take her hand, his fingers slipped right through her.

For several moments, they simply stared at each other. Lucius' face betrayed his pain as he backed away from her. "Why have you not appeared to me sooner?" he asked softly. "Why now? Why not sooner? Why not before I had come to the conclusion to let myself move on?" Why not before I fell in love with Hermione? he added silently.

Narcissa smiled sadly. "I couldn't come to you when you were still so tied to your grief. You couldn't see me until you were ready to let go."

Lucius shook his head. "What makes you think I'm ready to let go? How can you be so sure I am moving on?"

The smile his wife wore suddenly turned radiant. "Because you have found love, Lucius. Real love that is endless and true." She shook her head. "You couldn't see me if you weren't ready." She paused for a moment before adding in a softer tone, "You couldn't have made love to her if you were not ready."

Lucius could feel the pain and anger melting away from him. In an attempt to hold onto it, he hissed furiously, "Sure I could have. I'm still a man, aren't I? We can breed with anything if we are bleeding horny enough!"

Narcissa tutted softly. "You can lie to yourself all you want Lucius Malfoy. But don't you dare try to pretend that I don't know who you really are. You could never have made love to her, if you had not been able to come to terms with losing me."

The man lowered his gaze from Narcissa. "I have never stopped loving you," he said softly.

"And you never will." she answered. "But there is still room in your heart for another woman to love. Not to mention the baby girl she will give you."

Choking, Lucius' eyes flew to Narcissa's face. "What did you say?" he asked, incredulous.

"She said," Draco said from behind him as he moved closer to the father he had been unable to have contact with over the last two agonizing years, "that you are going to be a father again." The younger Malfoy smiled at the elder. "I am glad to finally see you. You are looking much better."

Lucius' eyes widened as he took in Draco's appearance. He looked happy and healthy, as if none of the curses that had destroyed his body had ever happened. "Son! I– You..." He struggled for words. "I'm so sorry. I failed you both."

Draco moved to stand eye to eye with Lucius, and said earnestly, "I am proud of you. I am honored to be your son. You made mistakes. But you have more than made up for them by deciding to help in the war against Voldemort."

Narcissa moved to also stand beside the man who had once been her husband. "You had become so bent on Voldemort's way being the right way, that we lost you for a time. I lost the man I had fallen in love with. Draco lost his father and mentor."

"But you are back." Draco said after a moment of silence passing among the three of them. "I feel like perhaps the meaning in our lives ending was to help you find your way back to where you were meant to be all along." He smiled proudly. "Grandfather Merlin will be very proud once you fulfill your destiny."

A bright light seemed to streak across the sky to the far side of the balcony. Both Draco and Narcissa turned to look at the ethereal white light that seemed to wait patiently for them. The witch held her hand out to her son, who grasped it lightly before turning back to Lucius. "Be happy, Father. We'll be watching over the three of you," he said softly before turning to his mother.

Narcissa smiled again at Lucius. "I will always love you, Lucius. I want you to be happy. And try to not hate Hermione's friend Harry so much. He will be important to your daughter someday."

That said, the two spirits turned and began to make their way towards the light.

Suddenly, Draco stopped and turned back to his father. "When she's born, do you think you could you name her Hope?" Tears of joy glistened in Draco's eyes. "It would be a good name for her."

Lucius watched as they again turned and disappeared into the light. Then, just as suddenly as it came, the light was gone again. Once more, Lucius was alone on the balcony. But this time, he was overwhelmed with a sense of joy and well being.

Shock and absorption of what they had just told him sent a thrill through him. Turning, he made his way quickly back to Hermione's room.

He limped to the side of the huge bed that she had fallen asleep in. Her cheeks were puffy, and it was apparent she had cried herself to sleep. Sitting down beside her, he gathered her into his arms, startling her awake.

"Lucius?" she asked groggily. "Are you OK?" Her arms came around him, as she returned his embrace.

He leaned her back against the pillows, kissing her deeply before drawing back and speaking softly. "Can you forgive me?" he said softly. "Forgive a stubborn fool for being too stupid to simply have faith in the things unseen in the future."

Hermione smiled. "I told you, I love you," she said softly. "I am not planning on going very far from you anytime soon."

Smiling, Lucius rid himself of his clothes and reached out to her. She came to him, pressing her breasts to his torso and kissing him softly.

His hand found a nipple, and stroked it gently as he lowered her to the bed. Leaning down, he took the hardened flesh in his mouth and teased it gently with his tongue.

Hermione moaned when he feathered kisses lightly down her body, pausing to press a lingering kiss on her belly. His fingers found and began to stroke her as he turned his face to lay his cheek on her belly. He watched her reactions as he rubbed her clit until orgasm took her, making her arch off the bed.

Moving to position himself over her, he thrust forward into her hot, wet center. Hermione shook from the heated friction of his cock meeting her core. He began plunging slowly and deeply within her. She raised her hips with each thrust to meet him as the fire between them began to burn.

Finally, succumbing to the need to satisfy both of their fervency, he picked up the pace. Soon, she was writhing and crying out his name. As his pace pushed her into orgasm, he let himself be carried away into an abyss created by their passion.

Moving to lay beside her, he pulled her into his arms. "Hermione," he said softly once he caught his breath, "I can wait forever for you, if that is how long it takes for you to be ready to stay with me. You take the time you need to prepare your friends for our relationship."

She looked up to meet his eyes, and kissed him gently. "It won't take long, I assure you. They will have to accept that you are where I belong."

An unspoken vow of love passed between them at that moment. Lucius almost gave in to the desire to share his visit with Narcissa and Draco with her, along with the discovery of the new addition they would be expecting soon, if they weren't already.

No, he thought finally. There would be time for sharing that knowledge later. For now, he was satisfied just to be with her. Everything else in the world could wait until later.

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A/N: Now, before anyone even asks, the answer is NO, this is NOT the last chapter. There are so many other things that still need to happen. Harry and Ron have to discover just how deep Hermione is involved with Malfoy. Severus has to throw his fit over the relationship. And of course the Dark Lord won't be happy knowing that he failed in making Lucius completely miserable... There is much more.... So very much more!!!!