Unexpected Surprises

I must thank JessicaDamien for agreeing to Beta my poor excuse for punctuation. I hope everyone is enjoying my play with these two awesome characters...They belong to JKR...

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Unexpected Surprises

Hermione had stayed up most of the night. She did not even think of sleep until the wee hours of the morning, when the first rays of sunlight had begun to shine through the high windows of the library.

Yawning, she stood and stretched the muscles that ached from lack of use while she had sat in the chair. She had not moved since... Well, the last time she had risen to her feet was when she had cast Lumos in the direction where she thought she had felt eyes upon her.

Tilting her head, she looked again at the still somewhat darkened corner. It was from the direction that would have come from Lucius' private level of the Manor. Had she imagined the shadow she had seen the night before? Why would Lucius Malfoy spy on her?

Shaking her head, she brushed aside the thought. He had other things to do besides watch her from darkened shadows.

When she entered the hall, Serenity met her. "Miss Granger, you are up early," she smiled. "Would you like breakfast now?"

Hermione smiled in return but shook her head. "Actually, Serenity, I am only now making my way to bed. Could you instead wake me for lunch?"

Serenity nodded, a look of concern on her small face. "Yes, Miss. I will wake you for lunch."

Hermione smiled. "Thank you, Serenity. I appreciate it." Turning, she made her way to her room. Closing the door, she then moved to the bathroom.

Stepping out of her clothes, she turned the water on to fill the sunk-in tub. While it was filling, she moved to the vanity and inspected her hair. It fell in soft ringlets down her back, despite the ponytail.

"Oh, why not?" she asked herself finally as she pulled it free and made the decision to go ahead and wash it now.

Taking two towels from the cabinet she then moved to stand beside the tub. Testing the water first with her foot, she gauged that it was just right before stepping into the warm depths. When she finally laid back against the rim, she closed her eyes for a moment. The water seemed to soothe her tired muscles.

There were special bottles of shampoo and body soap that had been placed beside the tub. They were glass bottles with a pearl-colored liquid inside. Taking the lid off the shampoo, she brought the bottle to her nose and smiled at the scent. It was a pleasant blend of jasmine and musk. It smelled delightful. She assumed Serenity had left it for her.

Wetting her hair, she then applied a small amount of the shampoo to her palm. Then she slowly began working it into her thick, damp locks. Almost instantly, the smell of the shampoo surrounded her, teasing her senses in a way that made her gasp in surprise. It was as if a million fingers were caressing her scalp, massaging her senses.

Alarmed, she quickly rinsed her hair and was relieved as the feelings dispersed. Looking at the bottle again, she wondered at the ingredients. It certainly wasn't a Muggle shampoo. It did things to one's scalp that Herbal Essences could never do.

At the thought, her eyes went to the body soap. Biting her bottom lip, she picked up the bottle and turned it this way and that, considering. An absolutely wicked thought came to her mind. If the body soap was anything like the shampoo, it would be opening a whole new realm on masturbation.

Glancing around, she satisfied herself that there was no one anywhere around her before opening the bottle. Tentatively, she brought it to her nose and inhaled. Sighing in pleasure, she realized the scent was much the same as the other.

Pouring a small amount into her hand, she then began to work the soap into a generous lather on her skin. Although the scent still enveloped her, there was no tingling sensations to drive her senseless. She let out her breath in a disappointed sigh.

Finishing washing herself, she was just about to begin rinsing herself off when the first tingling sensations began. Eyes widening, she gasped as she felt what had to be nothing other than the caress of a palm across the sensitive flesh of her breast.

Gasping, she leaned back against the rim of the tub and lay helpless as the invisible fingers seemed to latch onto a nipple. Moaning, she arched her back as she felt the same invisible hands begin to work magic on the even more private parts of her body.

She swore she could feel the expert fingers of an invisible lover working on the precious nub of her clit. It rubbed and squeezed, eliciting a soft cry from her as she grasped the edge of the tub to try to keep from slipping further into the depths of the water.

Closing her eyes, images of a platinum-haired lover looming over came into her mind, unbidden. Shock coursed through her at the idea of Lucius Malfoy making love to her. The very thought was enough to make her blush in shame. Or was it desire?

Even as she shook her head in denial at the thought, she moaned even louder as the tingling between her legs grew to a fever pitch, wrenching an orgasm from her before she could even attempt to stop it.

She screamed out in helpless release. Shaking from the ordeal, but still feeling the tingles, she made to wash herself free of the soap. A gutteral cry escaped her when her own fingers brushed her sex to find herself sore and spent. The sensitive skin of her private parts made her moan.

What was that? Her mind raced. There was no one here with her. There was no doubt that it was the soap that had brought her the orgasm. After a few deep breaths to calm herself, Hermione stood and stepped from the tub.

Drying off with the towel, she surveyed herself in the mirror. After a moment of concern, she relaxed. No adverse effects came from the soaps. Her skin glowed with a kind of health that made her do a double-take. If anything, her skin was radiant.

Running a hand through her hair, she was taken by surprise at its softness. Uttering an drying spell, she again looked at her reflection when her hair was dry. Nothing was wrong. Actually, she looked pretty. Her hair shone like silk. Her skin was soft to the touch without her normal use of lotions to soften and protect it.

Baffled, she grabbed a t-shirt out of the dresser drawer and slipped it over her head. She had to rest for a while. Although her senses were alive, and aroused, she still felt the urge to sleep. Crawling into the bed, she thought of what she had just experienced. Not the soaps, although they had been very nice.

No. Her thoughts were drawn to Lucius Malfoy and the vision she had just had of him over her. His platinum hair streaming in long locks over the damaged side of his face. A wave of desire she had never before in her life felt made her gasp.

Oh My Gods! Hermione thought, I can't desire Malfoy! That is impossible. He's twenty years my senior! Not just that, he had been the enemy for so long, she was still unsure whether or not she trusted him.

With those thoughts fresh on her mind, she drifted off into a deep sleep. She dreamed of things she dared not think of during her waking hours. She dreamt of being touched by a man that had been her enemy. In her dreams, she caught a glimpse of the man he had become.

She had no idea, but the dreams she had were not the product of her own imagination. They were given to her by a higher being. The gods were giving her a view of what was needed to help him heal.

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Lucius smiled to himself as he moved back from the panel that he had pushed aside to watch Hermione bathe. A ripple of desire had flooded him when he had seen her naked. He had pushed the desire aside and watched as his soap and shampoo had worked their magic over her. He had been very satisfied to know that she held so much passion within her.

It didn't mean anything. He reasoned with himself that he had only desired to help her relax. What better way to relieve the stress she had put her body through the night before than by reaching a perfect, pleasurable orgasm? Narcissa had once told him that his Pleasure lotions and soaps were enough to make a person forgo relationships. Who needed them, if they could reach completion without the aid of another?

Of course, Narcissa had not used the products often. She had never needed them. After all, she had him. Sighing, he made his way to his private library. The one Hermione had not seen yet. Of course, he would allow her access. But, for now, it was still his private domain.

He wanted to research another possible thing to gift her with. While he knew she would continue to use the soaps, he thought she would need her own cologne. One that was special. One that would be only hers.

He wasn't fooling himself. He would never pursue a relationship with Hermione. Even if he had still been a perfect specimen, he was still a pureblood. She would still be only a Mudblood. But he enjoyed being able to spoil her to some extent. She was, after all, his guest.

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