Her deep purple gown made no noise as she glided down the hallway of Malfoy Manor. Exchanging a smirk with a scantily-clad Grecian goddess in a painting across from the library, she rapped at the door and went in.
Her husband looked up from the book he was reading, almost dropping it. She would never tire of the awestruck look on his face, like he was amazed she was his.
"My love, come sit down." He held out an arm and scooted his chair back so she could sit on his lap.
With a gentle smile, she sat sedately down, the train of her gown floating around them. She clasped her arms around his neck and nuzzled into his long, blond hair.
"Hermione, you smell divine." He reached out and fingered a thick brown curl hanging over her shoulder, tucking it behind her ear. She fell into the crystal blue depths of his adoring eyes.
He dove into her neck, leaving kisses all over, as his hand slowly trailed up to squeeze her breast. She threw her head back in ecstasy.
"Lucius..." His name was all she could say. His touch always drove her wild.
"You don't want me to stop, do you," he purred in her ear. He continued to knead her breasts, sending a shiver of desire up and down her spine. She shook her head no, whimpering into his neck as she held him tighter.
"You need me, sweetheart. That's why you came in here - so I could make you feel so good, is that right?"
"Uh huh," she whispered as her eyes rolled back and closed as she was swept away into passion. Being kissed in a room surrounded by books, scrolls, and parchment never grew old.
All of a sudden she remembered where she was and her eyes flew open. "Darling, the door, someone could come in..."
"Let them see," Lucius murmured as his hand moved her skirts out of the way and teasingly moved up her leg. Her eyes closed again in pleasure. "I would take you outside so everyone can see. I want the world to see my love for you." His fingers walked their way to her wetness, and she spread her legs a little wider.
"How excited does this make you? How wet are you right now, for me, at the thought of your husband taking you right where everyone could see?"
His minty breath tickled her ear, and she giggled as the door began to open. She squeaked and arranged her skirts modestly. Lucius' hand dropped from her breast to her waist, squeezing once, a sign that she wasn't allowed to move.
The door swung open, almost hitting the wall, and there stood Draco, a look of horror on his face.
"Ew, Dad, gross! Use a Colloportus next time, geez." He rolled his eyes, grabbed a book off a nearby shelf, and slammed the door.
More than a little embarrassed, Hermione laughed and hid her face in Lucius' shoulder. This would never not be awkward. Thankfully Draco had accepted their relationship and the two former classmates had become friends.
Leaning back in his chair, Lucius lifted his wand and lazily pointed it at the door. "Colloportus. Muffliato." He dropped his wand on his desk and took his wife by the waist. "Now... where were we?" His blue eyes pierced her soul, and she was undone. Biting her lower lip, Hermione nodded in consent.
With one hand he began unbuttoning his trousers, and with the other he fingered her brown curls, pulling slightly. "Let me take what is mine," he murmured in her ear.
Hermione's dress out of the way, Lucius positioned her right over himself and slowly let her sink. They both groaned in pleasure.
"Come for me, baby girl. You feel amazing on my cock," Lucius whispered. His hand found its place under her skirts again, and his finger curled inside her, right where she liked it.
Moaning in delight, Hermione could not move, but could only stay in one spot as her husband pleasured her. "This is all about you. Let me make you feel so, so good." Lucius' murmurings continued, and his voice never failed to make her shiver in all the right ways. She felt the pleasure build, and she clung to him even tighter as she came.
Lucius moved twice underneath her, her body welcoming him in, and he growled "You're mine, all mine" as he spilled himself inside her. He pulled her even closer and cupped her face in his hands. "You look so beautiful, carrying my child." Hermione blushed and looked down, laying a hand on her growing belly. Her husband's warm, much larger hand covered hers.
She was about halfway through her pregnancy. She and Lucius had been married for about two years when he suggested they stop taking their contraceptive potions and see what would happen. Hermione had thought about it for a little while, and agreed.
Soon after they had stopped with the potions, Hermione discovered she was pregnant. Lucius had been over the moon when she told him, swinging her around the library in delight.
"Our first son," he now said with a smile.
Hermione sat up on his lap. "Excuse me?" She cocked her eyebrow teasingly, in a way that Lucius always found adorable. "What makes you think we won't have a girl?"
His fingers brushed over her cheeks as he beamed at her. "She will have her mother's beautiful eyes."
Their lips met as Lucius wrapped his wife in a protective embrace.