Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Lucius was surprised that Hermione was leaning against him, but he welcomed her presence. It felt good to have someone in his arms again, and over the last two days, he had found himself growing more and more attracted to her. That was why he had let his guard down and let her see who he really was.

After a few minutes of holding her with his arm, he looked down at her. She seemed to sense that he was watching her, and she looked up into his eyes. He was surprised that he did not see any fear in her eyes. Personally he thought it fitting that he would die by one of Voldemort's curses if the fire did not work.

Impulsively he bent down to kiss her. Rather than push him away, she parted her lips allowing him to deepen the kiss. He reasoned that if he was going to die, he should enjoy his last moments on Earth. And it wasn't as thought he found her unattractive.

The kiss was a little awkward, as first kisses often were, but he was not going to let that bother him. The kiss was also full of passion and desperation. Gently he lowered her onto the cushions until he was over her.

He was contemplating how to proceed when she made the next move by pushing his outer robe off and starting to unbutton his shirt. It seemed she felt the same way that he did. He pushed her t-shirt up so that he could slide his hands under her bra, enjoying the feel of her breasts in his hands.

As he was tending to her breasts, she wriggled out of her t-shirt. Once she was free of her shirt, he slipped his hand behind her and unhooked her bra so that he could have unfettered access to her breasts.

Lucius leaned down and teased her left nipple with his tongue until it was hard and then he sucked on it. She moaned at his ministrations, and he could feel himself growing hard. Gently he took hold of her hand and placed it on his erection, longing to feel her touch.

After a few moments of her rubbing him through his trousers, she tried to unfasten them with one hand. They were both wearing entirely too many clothes, and he sat back to divest himself of his shirt. She squirmed out from beneath him and kicked off her shoes so that she could remove her blue jeans.

Once they had both removed their clothes, she pushed him backwards and straddled him. She rubbed herself against his erection, and he longed to be inside her. He reached to take hold of her hips and guide her where he wanted her, but she slithered down his legs so that she could take him into her mouth. He gripped the sides of the cushions as she sucked on him. He could tell that he would not last long.

"Hermione, not this way," he said gently, not wanting to ruin the mood. He wanted to feel himself inside her.

"Can't we do it both ways?" she asked playfully.

He wasn't sure that he could, though he was loath to admit it. "I'm not sure. Please, let me come inside you."

She slid back up his body until she was poised over him and carefully slid on top of him. She was surprisingly wet and felt wonderfully tight. With his hands on her hips, he guided her rhythm. Despite his best efforts, it was not long before he reached orgasm. He was about to apologize for his lack of stamina when she lay down against his chest and silenced him with a kiss.

When she broke the kiss, she softly said, "I understand."

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, all thoughts of their impending doom temporarily out his mind. It was not long before he felt himself drifting off to sleep.

Lucius started awake when he heard the sound of voices and found that Hermione was asleep on top of him. Her weight was comforting, but he needed her to wake up. He nudged her gently. "Hermione!" he whispered urgently.

"Hmmm," she moaned groggily.

"Hermione, there are others in the manor," he whispered urgently.

She jerked fully awake and rolled off him. "Others!" she said as she scurried for her clothes.

"Shhh!" he urged as he tried to sort out his clothes.

A voice not too far down the hall said, "This way."

Lucius knew they had been heard and hoped to have time to get his trousers on. He could see Hermione was still sorting out her clothes, and he handed her his robe. "Put this on," he said urgently.

He was still in the process of putting on his trousers when two Aurors entered the room.

"Mr. Malfoy?" asked one of the shocked Aurors.

"It's good to see you," Lucius said smoothly. "We've been trapped in this manor for the last two days. There is some sort of enchantment that has prevented us from leaving."

The Aurors went on alert and checked around the room.

"We are unharmed. Whatever the enchantment is, it is not malicious; it has merely prevented us from leaving the manor or sending a message. But now that the Ministry knows that you are here, they can work for a solution before destroying the building."

The second Auror seemed a bit skeptical of his story. "Miss?" he said addressing Hermione who had kept her back to them.

She held Lucius' robe tightly around her and said, "It's true. We've been trying everything we can think of to get out of here."

"I'll go check the door," said the second.

"What were the two of you doing here?" the first Auror asked.

"I am willing to answer your questions, but for modesty's sake, could I trouble you for a few moments of privacy so that we can properly dress?"

The Auror blushed. "Er, right. Sorry," he said before departing the room.

"Thank you," Lucius replied to the man's retreating back. He then went about casually getting dressed.

Hermione turned her back to him and tried to do most of her dressing without removing the robe.

He chuckled softly. "I think the time for modesty has passed… Unless of course you are having regrets," he prodded. He knew that many people behaved differently from normal in desperate situations, and theirs had been the most desperate.

She shook his robe off her shoulders and put her arms around his shoulders. "I don't. When I first saw you here, it was the furthest thing from my mind, but once we spent some time together and I got to know you, well… let's just say that my opinion of you has changed for the better. Though perhaps we ought to slow our relationship down a bit."

"Of course." He couldn't have been happier to hear her say that she thought they had a future together.

From the hallway they could hear the voice of the second Auror. "Hey, Paul, I don't know what they were talking about, but I had no problem getting back out the door."

Lucius pulled the stone out of his pocket and saw that it had subtly changed color and was now a little lighter. "Very fascinating," he said. "I would like to study the color change and reason for our release, and I think it best if we don't involve the Ministry."

"I think that might be a good idea," she replied, a devious grin creeping on her face.

Lucius left the parlor with Hermione following behind him. "Gentlemen, if it's alright with you, we would prefer to conduct our interview elsewhere."

They followed the Aurors out of the manor, and Hermione reached over and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before they walked out the door. He felt that a new and wonderful chapter of his life was about to begin.