A/N: here we have the final chapter, thank you for all your reviews, and i hope this rounds it out nicely...
They appeared right in front of a tall, foreboding iron gate. The rush of memories overtook Hermione before she could stop them.
Sweat, blood, pain, screams from the basement, her own cries as Bellatrix carved 'Mudblood' into her left arm. Ron's desperate shouts. Falling to the ground from exhaustion. Dobby's squeak of defiance as he appeared to rescue them.
Hermione's hand flew to her forehead, holding it, and Lucius, sensing her distress, quickly asked if she was alright.
She nodded, and said, "Let's just go inside please."
They entered a long dark hallway, and with a flick of his wand, lights quickly made the manor look less dangerous and slightly homier.
He walked Hermione to the kitchen, poured her a glass of ice water, and gently handed it to her.
He knew exactly what was causing her distress. The last time she'd been here, she had nearly died, at his Insane cousin's hand. If it hadn't been for their former house elf, she might not be here today.
She sipped slowly at the water, willing the painful memories to retreat, and she felt Lucius slip an arm around her shoulder, pulling her to his chest. He kissed her forehead and whispered that if she needed time, he would be happy to see her to a room and say goodnight.
She shook her head against his chest. She needed this, she needed closure. She needed to conquer the fear this mansion held. She looked up at him, her eyes begging him to kiss her, and he was only too happy to comply.
He swiftly captured her lips, and lifted her into his arms, walking towards the stairs, and she relaxed in his arms, relishing the feel of his strength.
The truth was she had missed him, but been unsure if he'd ever really want to see her. But his tenderness said it all. He cared for the Gryffindor lioness much more than he dared admit to himself.
He reached his master bedroom, and carefully pushed the door open with his foot.
She lifted her head up from his shoulder, and glanced around the room.
It wasn't quite as she'd imagined, but it was dark green, and had a nice king sized bed to the right, and a huge double paned window that opened to a terrace to the left.
Moonlight was streaming through the windows and it made Lucius look years younger, he smiled at her, and shrugged off his coat, gesturing to a small bench directly beside the door. She set her coat on top of his, and kicked off her too high-heels. The floor was black tile, and felt lovely on her bare feet. She tip-toed over to the bed and sat down.
"Oh my! This is fun." She exclaimed. The bed was fluffy and bouncy thanks to the goose down comforter and she couldn't help giggling a bit.
Lucius smiled warmly at her,
"You look lovely with that bouncing," he said with a grin.
Hermione looked more like an angel in the bright moonlight; her skin let off an ethereal glow, and made her hair shine like a brand new penny.
"Why don't you come join me?" she asked with a seductive glance, her eyes hooded.
He grinned, and stalked over to her, shedding his shirt and tie.
She gave that adorable pout,
"Why don't you ever let me take off your clothes?" she grabbed him by his belt loops and began undoing his pants.
"Whoa, whoa, now. You better slow down my dear." He drawled, and she shut him up with a look,
Having gotten his pants undone, she slid them down his muscular thighs, leaving him in just his black silk boxers.
Hermione looked up at Lucius, his eyes were closed, and she reveled in the power she seemed to hold over him. She traced her fingers delicately around his obvious erection, and he let out a sigh.
"You better either get on with it, or cut it out and give me a turn." He growled to her, his jaw tense.
"Oh no you don't…" she murmured, swiftly yanking down the shorts, and reaching out to touch him.
His sharp intake of breath told her she was doing the right thing, in her hands,
he felt rather like a rod of steel that had been in the sun, soft and warm, and she gently stroked him, and couldn't resist leaning down to taste him.
Her lips barely touched him, and he wove his hands through her hair, pulling her close.
She smiled, and slowly licked his length, swirling her tongue as she reached the tip.
He groaned softly, and pushed her away, pulling her up to his face, and captured and plundered her lips, as his hands removed the rest of her clothing.
She fell back onto the bed-covers and he followed, his body a warm and delicious weight on her.
His kisses grew deeper and she opened her mouth as his tongue teased her bottom lip, and at the same time he moved slowly to her entrance, squeezing her thighs gently to inform her he was about to plunder her elsewhere.
Hermione gasped at the feel of him, he filled her completely and felt so wonderful.
He began to set the motion, rocking slowly and she felt her hips moving along with him almost unconsciously.
The fire began to build deep down in her core, flames licking up to her stomach, and when he left her mouth to capture a breast in his mouth, she almost cried out from the pleasure.
Biting her lip, she reached a hand to run through his hair, urging him on.
The fluttering of the beginning of his climax started increasing tenfold, as he saw her biting her plump bottom lip to contain her pleasure, and when she gave a twist of her hips, granting him a better angle, he felt himself becoming undone.
He reached a hand down to hurry her climax first, as much as it pained him to neglect himself; he was the indeed ultimate gentleman when it came to the art of love.
Her eyes sprung open as her orgasm hit, and she murmured his name several times,
This only caused him to fall over the edge into his own climax, and he clung to her as he felt the aftershocks ripple through her.
He collapsed to her right, and he brushed a stray chestnut strand from her cheek, gazing directly into her eyes,
"That was beautiful, you are beautiful, and I won't let you leave this room until you promise to be more than just my beautiful companion." He purred softly.
Hermione smiled, and a feeling of absolute contentment slipped over her,
"Why, Lucius, are you saying what I think you are?" she asked coyly, and he grabbed her left hand, holding it up to the moonlight,
"How do you think a nice emerald would look here? Hmm?"
A/N: thanks for sticking around, and for encouraging me to make this more than a one-shot, hope you enjoyed it! R/R : )