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"Really, Miss. Granger, do you actually believe that Kruloft understood the importance of his discovery?"

"Yes, I do," Hermione nodded enthusiastically, "I've read the entire book, Lord Malfoy, and I think that he always knew that his research would be beneficial to the wizarding race. Unlike you, I do not believe it was just luck."

"Foolish child," Lucius Malfoy scoffed, pale gray eyes so like his son's flashing with amusement as he said, "you may have read the book, but you obviously did not understand what it said. When I next visit Draco, I shall bring along a copy of The Truth Regarding Potions Discoveries. It is quite rare but I have a copy, of course."

"I've seen reference to it in several other volumes," Hermione smiled, "I'd love to read it, Sir."

"Why does that not surprise me?" he asked dryly, "I trust that you will agree with my opinion regarding that pathetic wizard when you finish reading that text."

"We'll see," Hermione said, surprised that she had just spent nearly an hour conversing with Lucius Malfoy. She'd not gone into Hogsmeade that day, spending the time studying for her NEWTS and finishing some reading. She'd been surprised when there had been a knock on the portrait and she'd found Lucius standing there. It seemed he was meeting Draco for dinner and the younger Malfoy was late following an afternoon in the village. It had been a bit strained when she'd first invited him in, trying her best not to show her fear of him. Lucius Malfoy was imposing, attractive, intelligent, and slightly dangerous. She'd gone back to her reading, startled when he had commented on the book in her hands. After studying him for a moment to see if he was making fun of her, she'd realized that he appeared bored and must believe conversation with a mudblood would be more enjoyable than simply sitting in silence. Thus had begun their discussion on a variety of subjects. He had proven himself to be witty and thoughtful, having strong opinions and a cynical view on life. When they had started discussing Kruloft's discovery, he had tucked his long blond hair behind his ear and proceeded to inform her that she was mistaken for trusting that the wizard in question was a near genius. She couldn't believe he'd suggested loaning her a book from his private library, wondering why he was being rather polite and almost nice to her.

"Stubborn witch," Lucius snorted, his lips curved into a slight smirk.

"Thank you, Sir," Hermione said sweetly, eyes widening slightly when he laughed softly.

"My son was right about you, Miss. Granger," Lucius admitted reluctantly, gray eyes sweeping over her quickly before looking into her chocolate brown eyes.

"Merlin, what could Malfoy possibly be right about?" she asked, suddenly remembering that she was talking to his father, finally just shrugging as a sheepish smile crossed her pretty face, "I mean, well, sorry Sir, but your son is an arrogant prat."

"Ah, yes, I have heard much about the rivalry between the two of you," Lucius nodded slowly, "quite amusing. He has told his Mum and I stories of 'the annoying know-it-all Mudblood' since your first year at Hogwarts. He is a bit spoiled, Miss. Granger, but I would have thought you capable of seeing beyond that ridiculous image. He is my son, after all, and I must say he has inherited my good looks, intelligence, and skill with his wand. Do not underestimate my son, he may very well surprise you." "He is an obnoxious, sarcastic, rude, 'my blood is better than yours', annoying Slytherin who delights in arguing with me over the most mundane of topics simply to irritate me," Hermione replied, scowling as she realized just how immature she sounded. Great, actually have a somewhat intellectual conversation with someone surprisingly intelligent who is not sneering down his aristocratic nose at her for the first time she can remember and ruin it by insulting his son and acting like a first year.

Instead of seeming offended, Lucius merely smirked, yet again arching his brow as he said arrogantly, "I do believe someone needs to teach you to not be so prejudiced, Miss. Granger. Just because a student is fortunate enough to be placed in Slytherin does not automatically make them, how did you say it?, an arrogant prat? I must say, you disappoint me, Miss. Granger."

"I am not prejudiced," Hermione denied, wondering how he could be so insulting without actually saying anything rude. Damn stupid Malfoys with their condescending smirks and beautiful gray eyes and pale white blond hair and deceptively angelic faces and razor sharp wit and intelligence and, Hermione shook her head suddenly, cursing herself at the direction of her thoughts. She smiled sweetly, "I have nothing against the majority of Slytherins. In fact, I've oft been told that I should have been placed in that house because I am ambitious, intelligent, controlling, and like a challenge. Unfortunately, as your son has pointed out repeatedly for years, I'm a mudblood and was sorted into Gryffindor because I am also courageous and loyal and opinionated. I was speaking specifically about your son."

"Yes, I do believe you would have fit in rather well in Slytherin, my dear," Lucius remarked lazily, "and do not use the term mudblood. It was quite offensive and not appropriate to describe one such as yourself. You look surprised, Miss. Granger. Did you honestly believe that I would be allowing you the pleasure of conversing with me if I still maintained my youthful beliefs that all muggleborns are always inferior to Purebloods?"

"Youthful?" Hermione did a little eyebrow arching of her own as she tried her best to conceal her stunned reaction to the fact that Lucius Malfoy was being almost nice and was now confusing her by changing her perception of him. She couldn't resist saying, "I thought you had those beliefs a few years ago, Lord Malfoy."

"I am not yet forty-five, silly girl, and still youthful in face and attitude," Lucius said loftily, though his gray eyes flashed with amusement that was quickly concealed as he smoothed out his robe. "Unlike that imbecile Weasley, I have no plans of embracing all muggleborns because, honestly, the majority are a waste of a very good wand. It is most unfortunate, and with great reluctance, that I must admit there are a large number of Purebloods at the moment that also do not deserve to hold a wand. Thankfully, there are always exceptions to the general consensus that the Wizarding World is in the hands of a generation that do not possess courage, loyalty, intelligence, ambition, and skill. As much as I loathe the little brat, Potter has proven himself to be a capable wizard, though he is not very bright, is he? Regardless, he is at least an exception. Draco, of course, has more than proven himself to be worthy of possessing the Malfoy name. And you, my dear, have risen beyond your muggleborn blood to become one of the most talented witches this school has ever produced, though I place the credit on your thirst for knowledge and natural gift and not this silly school."

"You think I'm an exception?" Hermione said softly, her instinct to defend Harry fading as she realized that Lucius was actually right, Harry wasn't all that bright, though he was brave and loyal and had a good heart.

"What do they teach you in this school? Certainly not how to listen," he smirked. Before she could respond, the door opened and Draco came in.

"Father? What are you doing here?" Draco asked as he ran a hand through his shoulder length hair that was the same pale shade of white blond as his Father's. Gray eyes looked from Lucius to Hermione and then back again, curiosity and annoyance flashing in their depths as he said, "I received your owl canceling our dinner. Have you been waiting long?"

"Fortunately, your Mother is feeling better. She has taken the medication prescribed by the mediwitch and her cold is gone," Lucius said, "I sent an owl this morning alerting you to the reinstatement of our previous plans, but you had apparently already left for the village."

Hermione looked from father to son, always a bit amazed at the resemblance between the two. Narcissa Malfoy was actually very beautiful when she wasn't sneering at those around her, but, other than the blonde hair, her son did not really favor her in looks. No, he definitely took after his father. Draco was very lucky that Lucius was gorgeous, she decided, watching as the blond wizard gracefully stood. The elder Malfoy was only slightly taller than his son and had the same lithe figure as his son, but he carried himself in such a way that you didn't notice he was not large and husky. He had a commanding presence, projecting authority and control, and was a bit imposing. She had seen glimpses of these traits in Draco and assumed they most likely came with age and maturity.

Draco was slender and athletic, his body shaped from years of playing Quidditch, his features no longer pointy and sharp, softening a bit as he got older. He was not overly muscular or brawny and was not as tall as some of the seventh years, but he was definitely not the short little ferret he'd been years ago. He was confident and assured, always moving with grace and elegance. She'd watch him walk towards her during their debates and she'd have the image of a jungle cat stalking its prey, Draco never slithering or sneaking as one would expect from a Slytherin. Perhaps a wolf with intense gray eyes and fur the same white blond as his hair, she mused for a moment. Goodness, she had been studying too much, she decided, rolling her eyes as she realized she was comparing Malfoy, of all people, to a sleek panther or wolf and waxing poetic about his appearance and confidence.

"I apologize for my tardiness, Father," Draco said, "I do hope you weren't waiting long."

Lucius' lips curved into a smug smile as he watched his son again dart a glance at Hermione Granger before looking back at him. He said, "I did not mind the wait, Draco. Miss. Granger kept me entertained. We had the most informative conversations. Get your traveling robe, Son, we will be returning to the Manor for dinner."

"Granger entertaining?" Draco said drolly, eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed his father smile at the Head Girl, "She must have been under a silencing spell."

"Bugger off, Malfoy," Hermione glared before smiling innocently, preparing to hit target, "unlike you, your Father can actually hold an intelligent conversation without resorting to immature name calling and insults. Rather refreshing to see that not all Malfoys are rude little prats."

"Listen here you know-it-all little bit," Draco snarled, not at all pleased that he'd just been insulted in front of his father by Granger, no less, and definitely not pleased that she'd just compared the two and found him to be the one lacking in attractive qualities. He started to move towards her, glaring at her smug smile and not noticing how gorgeous she was when she was angry, bloody hell, like he could ignore that? One of the reasons he liked aggravating her so much was to see the fire in her chocolate brown eyes and the slight flush of pink in her cheeks and the way her lips curved into the sexiest smirk that he honestly thought far superior to his own and the way her curly brown hair would seem even more unruly, hinting at a wild streak he'd love to explore.

"Enough," a low voice interrupted their latest argument before more insults could be exchanged. Lucius looked at Draco, taking note of the passion in his son's eyes and not missing the flaring nostrils or the wet lips that must have been licked during his advancement on Hermione. Narcissa would be most smug when he told her that she had been correct in her suspicions regarding their son's true feelings for the Head Girl. Considering his own volatile and passionate courtship of Narcissa and the fact that his wife had been an argumentative spitfire who had never meekly surrendered to him, he understood Draco even more than his son would ever imagine.

Hermione Granger reminded him of his wife, true she lacked the aura of reserve and pureblood that Narcissa possessed and Hermione was not as beautiful, though the brunette witch possessed a classic beauty that was very fetching and a rather nice body, not that he'd necessarily been looking. He'd merely wanted to confirm to himself that his son had chosen well, a bit annoyed that the boy had fallen for a muggleborn but at least Draco had been smart enough to choose a mate that was brilliant and opinionated and quite lovely. Their relationship would be tempestuous and intense, but also loving and affectionate. He should know, having been married to Narcissa for twenty years now and finding every day with her enjoyable and passionate. Of course, the silly boy had not yet admitted his feelings to himself, much less the pretty witch currently smirking at him and deliberately drawing him into an argument. Lucius kept his _expression reserved as he said, "Get your cloak now, Draco."

"Yes, Father," Draco sighed, looking back at Hermione and sneering silently before he moved quickly into his room and grabbed his traveling cloak.

"Miss. Granger, I will send the text we discussed back with my son," Lucius told Hermione before he reached down and raised her hand. Brushing his lips against it, he looked up and caught her eyes, "Do try not to provoke him so often, my dear. He may be named dragon, but he does not need to always breathe fire. If given a chance, he will surprise you, possibly with a mature and intelligent conversation."

"Thank you for loaning me the book, Lord Malfoy," Hermione said politely, finding it rather charming that he was defending his son even after witnessing the prat in action.

"Father, I'm ready," Draco said sharply when he saw his Father whispering to Hermione.

"I will speak with you again, Miss. Granger. I found our conversation most enjoyable," Lucius bowed slightly before looking at Draco, "Come along, Draco. Your Mother is waiting."

Hermione watched them leave before returning to her book. It had been a strange evening, she decided, actually enjoying a conversation with Lucius Malfoy. She knew he'd been a Death Eater and done horrible things in the past, but she believed him when he said that he wasn't as obsessed with the bloodlines now and had found him to be charming and witty. He was really rather nice, even if his son was a handsome brat. Hermione read for a few hours and then took a bath before changing and going to bed. She laid in bed and thought over her conversation with Lucius, knowing that he had made a few valid points and still a bit embarrassed that he thought she needed to be taught manners. She snuggled under her covers and drifted off to sleep.

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Hermione walked around the library, amazed at the floor to ceiling bookshelves. There were so many books, it was amazing. She turned to face her companion, a shy smile crossing her face as she said, "It's unbelievable."

"I find it adequate," Lucius Malfoy said as he moved towards her. His hand went beneath her chin, his fingers brushing against her heated flesh, "Did we come here to discuss books, Miss. Granger?"

"No, Sir," she whispered as brown eyes caught gray.

"Then why are you here?" he asked as his eyes stared into hers. His lips curved into a sensual smile as he asked, "What do you want, Miss. Granger?"

"I want you to teach me," she said softly, "I want to know how to please a man."

"Silly girl, I love my wife," Lucius told her simply, "I have never cheated on her, as you well know."

"There are other ways, aren't there?" she asked, "You don't have to shag me, Sir, I just want to taste you."

"I do believe what you are suggesting still constitutes cheating, my dear," Lucius smirked at her.

"You don't want me," Hermione sighed as she looked at the floor. "I understand. I'm not beautiful or sexy or desirable."

"Self-pity from a mudblood," Lucius said lazily, "how unique."

"Bastard," Hermione snarled before she moved towards the door. She felt a hand on her arm as she was pulled back against a hard body.

"Tsk, tsk, Miss. Granger," Lucius purred in her ear, "someone isn't being nice."

"Sorry, Sir," she gasped when she felt his hand squeeze her breast.

"You want me to teach you how to please a man?" Lucius arched his brow as he turned her to face him.

"Yes, please Sir," she nodded enthusiastically, "I want you to teach me."

"I will tell my wife, of course, but I do believe she will understand and, if not, I shall suffer a few hexes," Lucius smiled wickedly, "what is pleasure without a little pain?"

Hermione felt her knickers getting wet just from watching him smile. She felt arousal sweep over her body as his gray eyes looked her over, seemingly to like what he saw. He removed his robe, leaving him wearing a dark blue shirt and black trousers. Her eyes moved to the front of his pants, noticing the bulge pressing against the material. She ran her tongue over her lips as she looked at him, her nipples hard and an ache between her legs.

"Undress," he commanded softly, moving to sit as his eyes stayed on her.

Hermione removed her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, soon sliding it from her shoulders. Hesitating a moment, she finally unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him wearing her bra and panties, a sexy set she'd bought on a whim from a muggle chain, thinking the burgundy color looked good with her slightly tan skin and caramel colored hair.

"I did not tell you to stop."

Hermione felt a fresh wave of wetness between her thighs at the quiet authority in his voice. The clasp on her bra wouldn't budge, causing her to frown as she used both hands to finally unclasp it. Nervously, she removed it, baring her naked breasts to his view. Moving slowly, she hooked her fingers in the waist of her knickers and pushed them down. She wasn't surprised to find that they were soaking, having been wet since she'd arrived at Malfoy Manor and seen Lucius smirking at her. She finally stood complete nude in front of him, not sure what she was supposed to do next.

"Lovely," he observed, taking in her full breasts and round curves, gray eyes moving to the soft brown curls between her legs where he could see her juices glistening. He stood up and went to her, moving his hands over her body, teasing and caressing and touching. He caught her eyes, "Lesson number one. A man likes to touch what he wants, never missing an opportunity for a casual caress," his hand moved lightly over her shoulder, "or a rough squeeze," his hand gripped her breast. He smiled at the arousal in her eyes, "A man is not worthy if he does not take the time to enjoy his partner. If he is only after his own pleasure, he is an immature boy. A real man considers your needs as well as his own. He will take what he wants, but he will also give in return."

"Yes, Sir," she moaned as his hand moved briefly between her thighs, touching her wetness before pulling back.

"Undress me," he instructed, watching her start to unfasten his shirt. "Lesson number two, there is something undeniably sexy about undressing your partner or watching them undress. It is intimate and sensual, watching material caress your lover's skin where soon you will be tasting and touching, feeling your lover's hands on your body, excitement gradually increasing."

"I liked you watching me undress," she confessed as she moved her hands over his naked chest.

"You had the control, my dear, the power. You knew I was watching, knew I wanted to see more of that delectable body, knew you could tease me and seduce me with your actions," Lucius said huskily, "Lesson number three is to enjoy the control, share it with your partner. There are times for the games of dominance where you give yourself completely, but a real man wants to share the control, share the power, wants to see you confident and sexy as well as driving you to lose control."

Hermione nodded as she listened, ever the attentive student. Lucius' shirt was soon on the floor, her hands moving to his pants. Eyes widened as she unfastened his pants, allowing his cock to spring forward. He was quite large, rather thick and long, the head glistening with his emissions. She removed his pants, kneeling to get them off his feet.

"I want you to taste me, my dear," Lucius said silkily, "lesson number four is to make your desires known to your partner. Tell him what you want and listen to what he wants, but also tell him what you are not comfortable with and listen to his own dislikes and preferences. Communication is a key to the survival of any lasting relationship. Will you allow me to fuck that hot little mouth?"

"Yes," Hermione smiled as she moved her head closer to his cock. She tentatively ran her tongue over him, tasting him, liking his flavor. She began to suck him, moving her tongue over him as she stretched her jaws to accommodate him. She gagged a little, pulling back before moving her head again.

"That feels so good," Lucius moaned, "lesson number five is to simply enjoy each other, lose your inhibitions, trust your partner and give him reason to trust you. Merlin, you're good with your mouth."

Hermione was pleased with his praise, concentrating on giving him pleasure, enjoying the feel of his hand brushing through her curly hair and the sound of the moans he was making. She moved a hand between her legs, rubbing herself as she continued to suck Lucius. She was so wet that her fingers were soon coated with her juices, her body moving against her hand as she bobbed her head against Lucius' groin. She moaned against his cock as she felt the tension snap, a fresh wave of juices coating her hand as she came. It wasn't long before he was thrusting into her mouth, trying to be considerate but obviously needing release. She ran her tongue over the head of his cock, sucking him like a lollipop, wanting him to find release. He pulled out of her mouth suddenly and stroked his cock twice, grunting as he came, his seed splashing onto her chest. She watched his face as he came, enjoying the way his lips curved into a satisfied smile and the way his eyes were gleaming with lust and desire.

She moved her hand over her chest and then sucked his seed from her fingers, moaning as she looked into his eyes. It was then she heard a soft moan, turning her head and seeing Draco leaning against a wall, his intense gaze on her as he adjusted what appeared to be a very large bulge. She heard Lucius laugh huskily before saying, "I am married, my dear, but I do believe my son is willing to give you the shag you so desperately want, if not more than just a mere shag. If given a chance, he might very well surprise you, love."

Hermione woke up tangled in her sheets. She took a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly, Lucius' words echoing in her head. Merlin, that hadn't been nearly as graphic or naughty as most of her fantasies but she still felt extremely excited and aroused. Her knickers were soaking wet, just as they had been in the dream, and she felt a familiar ache. Her hand moved down her body as she remembered what she could of her fantasy, this one quite different than the others where Lucius had made an appearance, her conversation with him letting her know more about him and giving her something to base her fantasy on besides just the scary former Death Eater. Oh, she had little doubt he'd still appear in her very naughty fantasies of rough sex and capture by the sexy Death Eater that she sometimes had, but this had been surprising and very pleasurable.

She began stroking her wet sex, teasing her clit and thrusting two fingers inside, thinking about sucking Lucius' cock. She moaned softly as she thought about Draco watching her, forgetting Lucius for the moment as she remembered the intense need she'd seen in the younger Malfoy's eyes and the way he'd been touching himself while looking at her with desire, wanting her. She cried out her release as her body arched, confusion flashing in her brown eyes as tried to figure out what had just happened. Groaning softly, she pushed all thoughts from her head, too tired to bother worrying about something that was obviously just a side effect from her fantasy. She had those moments sometimes, mixed up and confused, never giving them much thought in the light of day. She closed her eyes and snuggled against her pillow, soon all thoughts of Draco leaving her mind as she fell into a dreamless sleep.

To be continued