This is just a little meandering I committed to paper and thought you might like me to share with you. It takes place sometime after Deathly Hallows and is nothing to do with my story Discovering Beauty. Hermione is the narrator and she and Lucius have had hardly anything to do with each other. She still hates him. Absolutely. Of course.


The Ministry of Magic.

Committee for the Development of Magical Culture.

I sit in the meeting.

Boredom.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock.

Mind-numbing.

My eyes scan the room.

Lucius Malfoy is staring straight at me. I avert my eyes.

Bastard.

Why is he here?

He should be in Azkaban.

Don't look up. Don't look up.

I look up.

He's still staring at me.

I realise I'm not bored anymore.

I feel very warm.

I need air.

"Excuse me."

I walk out.

I hear footsteps behind me.

He catches me in a dim corridor. I knew he would.

Silence. His hand is under my skirt, inside my knickers, parting my wetness.

So wrong.

So good.

He grasps my head and turns it to look at him. It hurts. I do not care.

Crystal grey eyes.

His fingers move deftly, stroking, fluttering, circling.

It will not be long.

Silence, save for my breathing. Our eyes are locked.

My insides clench. I draw in a breath. He moves his fingers around and over my swollen nub of flesh.

Pleasure heaves through me. My eyes close. He grips my chin hard to force them open.

His fingers move again. The pleasure continues. His eyes spark as I shake before him.

At last I am at rest. He removes his fingers, looking down at me with impenetrable arrogance.

Silence.

He returns to the meeting.

I follow shortly afterwards.


Next time any of us are in a boring meeting ... ;)

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LL x