A/N I think I'm supposed to write some sort of disclaimer - along the lines of I don't own any of these characters and they are all owned by JK Rowling and I am totally not making any money from this - but I am having so much fun, I hope that is allowed. This story contains graphic sex scenes and a lot of crude language so please don't read it if you are likely to be offended by such things or are under eighteen.

Lucius Malfoy had been fucking Hermione Granger for several months now. Whilst fully cognisant of his many flaws Lucius did not consider himself to be a vulgar man, nonetheless he could see no better way in which to articulate his relationship, such as it was, with the undeniably delectable Miss Granger.

It had started in the unlikely setting of a Hogwarts board of governors meeting. Lucius had not been particularly surprised to see Miss Granger there. She had moved through the ranks of the ministry like a hot knife through butter and at twenty five was tipped to become not just the first female minister for magic but the youngest ever to boot. That she had somehow bulldozed her way into the old boys club of the Hogwarts board was simply further evidence of her temerity.

Her presence had made the meeting slightly less dull than usual. Lucius had allowed his eyes to roam over her figure as she heatedly debated the need for scholarships for muggle born students. She had grown up and outwards since the war. Her childhood scrawniness had been replaced by some frankly lush curves he noted, although her demure black robes hid her assets rather better than he would have liked. Her previously bushy hair was now a mane of shiny ringlets surrounding the still pleasantly delicate features of her face. He indulged himself most in admiring her lips. Her mouth was small and frequently opened to spew forth intensely irritating pro-muggle propaganda. Lucius much preferred to imagine what those soft pink lips would look like were they parted lovingly around his hard cock.

Eventually the force of his scrutiny broke through even Miss Granger's thick skin and she glanced across at him. Seeing his eyes on hers she returned his appraisal her brown eyed gaze running over his form, assessing him as he had her. Lucius was not discomfited. Despite being well into his wizarding middle age he knew he still looked as good as he had done in his twenties. If Miss Granger wished to feast her eyes on him then who was he to stop her? He was surprised when her appraisal ended abruptly. She looked away, a faint blush staining her cheeks.

He waited impatiently for the meeting to end then strode out of the building only to linger at the apparition point outside the gates of the castle. Miss Granger took her sweet time; finally slipping through the gates waving a cheerful goodbye to the dreadful half giant groundskeeper Minerva seemed so unwilling to get rid of. As soon as Hagrid's back was turned Lucius stepped into view. Miss Granger hesitated, eyeing him warily before stepping within touching distance. Neither of them spoke. Lucius simply grabbed her and apparated straight into Malfoy Manor.

He fucked her on her hands and knees on the cool marble tiles of his hallway. Such was the urgency of their coupling that it was only her dripping wetness and the fact that she came almost as soon as he entered her that confirmed she had truly wanted him. His own orgasm ripped through him almost as quickly as hers and before he knew it they were on their feet again. Miss Granger straightened her robes, breathing a little heavily, gave him a gracious nod and disapparated.

Lucius had thought it a one off. A delicious interlude in what had become a mundane life. Since Narcissa had left him his sexual appetite had receded and the re-awakening of his libido at the hands of Miss Granger was not wholly welcome. He did not enjoy waking up each morning with a raging hard on. He could not remember when he had last been forced to masturbate in the shower in order to appear decent by breakfast and he did not appreciate his member's new and unwelcome habit of swelling at random times throughout the day at the memory of Miss Granger's hot, wet cunt.

Despite his new ardour, on encountering Miss Granger in the ministry hallways the following week he ignored her as pointedly as she ignored him. Of course his cock was not as subtle as the rest of him and sprang to attention pointing toward her like a divining rod. Lucius ignored it in much the same way that he ignored the mudblood. He concluded his meetings as quickly as possible, longing to get home to Malfoy Manor and the oblivion of a bottle of firewhisky and his own hand.

He had not been home long when he felt the wards surrounding his house flicker. Somebody was outside the gates. Ordinarily he would have sent a house elf to investigate but, seized by sudden hope he made his own way down the perimeter of his grounds where he saw Miss Granger leaning against the gates with a deliberate look of insouciance.

They did not even make it through the gates this time. He lifted her robes and plunged into her, pressing her back against the metal bars enjoying the sound of the gates clanking along with her visceral wails of pleasure. It took her longer to come this time but as soon as she did the tight walls of her sex milked his own orgasm from him and he emptied himself into her, biting into the soft flesh of her neck. He held her there for a minute, her back against the gates, her legs wrapped around his waist, her flesh still pulsing around him. Time was briefly frozen before she pressed small but insistent hands against his chest and he stepped back, releasing her. Her robes fell around her as if nothing had happened and once more she disapparated leaving Lucius wondering if the whole thing had been a fantasy. The interlude had lasted less than five minutes.

The following week found Lucius outside the door of her depressing muggle flat. Bribery and intimidation had easily provided her address but he had been standing outside her residence, uncertain of his welcome for several minutes. Finally he had summoned one of the better bottles of wine from his cellar and knocked firmly on the door. Miss Granger had not been swift to answer and had opened the door dressed only in a whimsical silk dressing gown which clung to her not quite dry body suggesting to Lucius he had called her out of the bath. She stood frozen in the doorway until Lucius took matters into his own hands and strode past her into the flat. It was small and dominated by books. He took little interest in the surroundings.

"The bedroom?" He asked, not unaware that this was the first time he had directly addressed her. She pointed wordlessly to a doorway on one side of the room. He swept through it taking in a good sized, white painted room with a surprisingly large and ornate double bed. He placed the bottle of wine on her cluttered dressing table and dropped his outer robes to the floor. Turning impatiently he was just in time to see Miss Granger step through the doorway. She looked at him steadily for a long moment before her hands went to the sash of her dressing gown and she allowed it to fall to the floor.

Fucking her on the bed was a revelation. She came three times before he granted her any respite. Afterwards they lay together, sticky with their own and each other's sweat. Eventually Lucius felt his skin begin to chill and he sat up looking around for his clothes. Miss Granger, half asleep had placed a gentle hand on his forearm.
"Stay." Her first word to him. He was surprised when he obeyed the command. He drew the covers over the two of them and promptly fell asleep. He woke up once during the night to debauch her further, fucked her hard around six am and apparated home in time to clean up for his morning meeting with his financial advisor.

Since then he had been something of a regular visitor at Miss Granger's residence. She liked to be fucked hard with little finesse and less foreplay. The more selfish Lucius was the quicker she came. He wrung her orgasms from her, pounding hard against her cervix her cries of pain and pleasure indistinguishable. Occasionally he would torment her with slow measured strokes until she screamed, scratched and bit extolling him to fuck her harder. It was one of the few times she spoke to him.

He visited several times a week usually arriving just as she was about to retire and fucking her into unconsciousness for the night. Once he had arrived to find her still cooking dinner, finding her engaged in an act of domesticity had confused him for a moment. She was wearing muggle jeans and an apron. He had shaken off his disquiet at seeing her clothed and had placed her cooking under a stasis charm before stripping off the hideous (but remarkably alluring) trousers, lifting her onto the cold granite worktop and fucking her until she screamed. After they were finished she had calmly replaced her jeans and proceeded to serve them both dinner which they ate in silence. Her cooking was excellent even better than that of his house elves. After dinner they read quietly, Lucius finding several texts on her bookshelves not contained even within his extensive and much lauded library. Later they retired to bed and he fucked her again.

He did not repeat the dinner incident too frequently. Fucking a mudblood was one thing, allowing her to regularly cook for him was quite another. Although her cooking was exceptionally good and he could not help it if he was a poor time keeper and had a tendency to arrive earlier than he planned.

One evening his knock on her door went unanswered. He had furrowed his brow in consternation. She had never failed to grant him access before and she had not informed him of any plans to be absent. He had set to work removing her wards. They were adequate but no match for his skills. The muggle lock took longer to master. Finding the bottle of wine they had never got round to drinking he had poured himself a glass and settled down to wait with one of her books.

It had been almost midnight when she returned; strolling into the living room clad in a figure hugging black dress. Lucius was well acquainted with the lines of her body by this time but still he took a moment to appreciate the swell of her breasts against the clinging, low cut fabric and the long, slender lines of her legs beneath the short skirt. Her eyes widened when she saw him reclining in her only armchair, legs crossed and glass of wine still in hand.
"What are you doing here?" Her voice held only curiosity.
He raised an eyebrow. "Waiting for you."
"Oh." She placed a small handbag on the coffee table. "I had a date."
He raised the other eyebrow, slowly putting down his glass while he considered this new development. Finally he looked around exaggeratedly. "Did you bring him home?"
Miss Granger shook her head. "It was a first date." She emphasised.
"I don't follow."
She sighed. "I don't fuck on the first date."

Lucius considered this, their longest conversation to date as he fastidiously marked his place in the text on hieroglyphics and their influence on ancient runes. Finally he gave a lazy flick of his wand and non-verbally summoned the woman. She tumbled into his lap with a surprised exclamation. He fumbled between them for a moment before pulling her legs over his and sinking himself into her wet heat. She gave a little gasp, he had never allowed her on top before and she clearly liked it. She rode him hard, her glorious tits bouncing in his face until Lucius disgraced himself by coming before her.

He took her to bed and made up for his omission. Just before sleep claimed him he tightened his hand on her waist.
"Miss Granger I would prefer in future for you not to go on any more 'dates'."
There was silence for a moment, he wondered if she was already asleep. "Ok." She answered.

Lucius continued to spend almost every night fucking Miss Granger. Occasionally his commitments in the political or business world left him unable to visit her. He did not enjoy the nights he was forced to sleep alone but he told himself that it was probably good to keep the young witch on her toes and to stop her from becoming too dependent on him. One evening after a particularly long and boring dinner meeting over which he had consumed far too much claret he arrived home to the Manor to find it most unappealing. Everything was as grand and beautiful as ever, every carefully chosen item in its place. The house was a soothing balm against the disorganised clutter of Miss Granger's tiny flat. He strode from room to room unable to settle. Finally he risked splinching himself apparating to outside her flat and letting himself in through the wards which fortunately now recognised him. She was asleep, soft and warm, huddled in a self contained fashion on her own side of the bed. He slipped in beside her gathering an armful of warm witch against his chilled body. He would fuck her as soon as he warmed up.

He woke up the following morning to a terrible hangover and an empty flat. Miss Granger had already left for work but in the kitchen, under a stasis charm he found a perfectly cooked fluffy omelette and a pot of tea.

The more he fucked Miss Granger the more she intrigued him. She demanded nothing of him, indeed she showed little interest in him beyond his cock. Lucius appreciated this. He had changed since the war but he felt no need to justify himself to Miss Granger or to anyone else. Had she asked for any sort of proof of his redemption he would have been forced to end their liaison immediately. It therefore surprised him when he began to wonder what Miss Granger thought. Not about the great questions in life but regarding smaller matters. Like the new tea his house elves had taken to purchasing, would she approve of the blend? His tailor was overhauling his wardrobe and he had seriously considered asking her if she preferred him in navy or black until he thought better of it and guessed that her answer would be that she preferred him naked.

Eventually his need to consult her on matters pertaining to his life grew overwhelming. One night after he had fucked her and she laid in his arms her eyes glazed with pleasure he had nuzzled his nose against her neck.
"I'm considering dumping my Gringotts stock." He murmured, flicking his tongue out to taste the sweat on her skin. "What do you think?"
She had frozen momentarily, her fingers which had been playing with one of his nipples stilling for a moment. After what seemed like a very long period of thought she had resumed her movements.
"I removed all of my own stock from Gringotts yesterday." She had answered.

Lucius had waited until she was asleep before placing a floo call to his broker. The next day the Gringotts stock rose marginally. He cursed Miss Granger and vowed never to consult her on any matter from tea to asset management again. The following day the banks' share price crashed spectacularly, wiping out overnight the fortunes of many of his acquaintances. On hearing the news Lucius flooed into the ministry and made his way directly to Miss Granger's office. He dismissed the toady she was meeting with and dropping to his knees buried his face between her legs for long enough to render her quite insensible and to make his gratitude quite clear.

Lucius had grown used to spending at least the latter parts of his evenings with Miss Granger. That was obviously why he was finding this particular evening tediously long. Miss Granger was attending the ministry's summer ball. She had hesitantly asked Lucius if he too planned on going and then, much to his chagrin, looked a little relieved when he said that he was not. Miss Granger was clearly as discomfited by their regular fucking as he was.

Whilst his influence remained Lucius had lost his appetite for politics. Deep down he might still believe in pureblood supremacy but he no longer had the conviction necessary to fight for his beliefs either politically of physically. Indeed when he gave it much thought he was forced to admit that the wizarding world was rubbing along just fine in the hands of the muggle borns. More and more of them had obtained positions in the ministry and they ran things with a competent rationality which seemed beyond many purebloods. Lucius had no desire to see and be seen, to curry favour with the current minister and to influence the future of the wizarding world. Furthermore even he did not enjoy being stared at in terror by those who remembered him as an active Death Eater. No, it was best that he stay away from the ministry ball, even if he had been offered a VIP ticket.

He cast a tempus charm. Was it really only 9pm? He considered going to Miss Granger's flat to await her return then dismissed the idea immediately. Instead he poured himself a glass of brandy and then promptly ignored it pacing through the rooms of his beautiful, empty home. Eventually he found himself in his bedroom changing into his new dress robes (he had decided that Miss Granger must prefer him in his habitual black) and shaving for the second time that day before making his way to the floo where he set his course for the ministry before he could change his mind.

The ball was in full swing and the two security trolls on the door gave him only the briefest of glances before allowing him to enter. He scanned the throng for his target. There she was, talking to Potter - of course, why would things be easy? The Boy Who Lived noticed him first and inclined his head just enough not to be rude.
"Mr Malfoy."
"Mr Potter." He returned the only-just-not-rude head nod.
Miss Granger turned wide eyed to stare up at him. She was wearing a green silk dress, the coweld neck draped artfully across her bosom, her neck and arms exposed. She looked beautiful.
"Miss Granger."
"Mr Malfoy." She smiled but her eyes were tight with anxiety.
"Miss Granger I wonder if you might do me the honour of this next dance?"
Her eyes widened to saucers and she glanced quickly at her friend.
"Go on Hermione," Potter looked surprisingly unconcerned, "I'm sure he won't do anything worse than stand on your toes."
Miss Granger still looked unconvinced but placed a delicate hand on his proffered arm.

They moved onto the floor and he wrapped her in his arms holding her body close against his. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. Miss Granger still looked bemused.
"I can't believe Harry just let me go with you, you could have all sorts of nefarious intentions."
He looked down into her caramel coloured eyes. "Oh I assure you I do." He glanced over towards potter who was chatting politely with the minister for magic. "I believe Potter has finally learned the necessity for diplomacy over violence, at least in my case."
Miss Granger pursed her lips. "Perhaps."

They danced in silence for several minutes, she followed his lead without complaint, her soft body pliant against his. His erect cock pressed against her stomach. She looked up again. "You do realise that this is the longest we've ever touched without…." Her voice tailed off delicately
"Fucking?" He smirked at her and began to steer her towards the door. "That can easily be remedied."
"Stop Lucius!" It was the first time she had ever said his name. He stopped. "I can't leave."
"Why not?" He pressed his cock just a little more firmly against her, she bit her lip.
"Because I have to give a speech."
"What about?"
"About the werewolf rights bill, it was passed today." Her face broke into a proud smile which he struggled not to return. He hadn't realised that the bill had finally cleared the Wizengamot. It had met with serious opposition and Lucius had had to use all of his not inconsiderable influence and some of his even greater fortune to ease its passage. This was because he had many friends who were werewolves, he told himself firmly. It was not in any way because Miss Granger was the author and main proponent of the bill.

"Miss Granger." They were dancing again.
"Yes."
"I would like to have dinner with you tomorrow evening."
"You've eaten dinner at my flat every evening for the past fortnight, I've been considering charging you rent." Her eyes were sparkling, he thought she was amused. He cast his mind back, had he really spent every evening with her? It didn't seem like it, he had thought he was playing it cool. He cleared his throat.
"You misunderstand me. I would like to take you to dinner in a restaurant."
She tripped over his feet, he tightened his grip to prevent her from falling and his cock bobbed in approval as her body slid against his.
"You want to take me out for dinner?"
"Yes."
"In a restaurant?"
"Yes." This was becoming tiresome, wasn't she supposed to be the brightest witch of her age?
"A wizarding restaurant?"
"Miss Granger, I can hardly see myself in the muggle world can you?"
"Hermione."
"What?"
"My name is Hermione."
"Very well."

They danced in silence for almost a minute, not that he was counting the seconds.
"You haven't given me an answer?"
"I haven't decided."
"Surely it isn't that difficult a decision to make."
"Will you pull out my chair for me?"
"Of course."
"Will you place my napkin in my lap?"
"That's really the waiter's job but if it makes you happy then yes."
"Will you explain the dishes on the menu I don't understand?"
"Yes"
"Without rolling your eyes?"
"Possibly."
"Will you let me order whatever I want even if you don't approve?"
"Yes."
"Will you let me chose the wine?"
"Of course not!"
She smiled brightly at him."Will you take me back to Malfoy Manor when we're finished and fuck me senseless?"
He felt a burst of warmth somewhere in the region of his heart. Aside from their first two couplings all of their trysts had taken place in her home. He was always the one to come to her and he had begun to fear that perhaps it being the site of her previous captivity and torture had put her off his ancestral pile. If she was willing to overlook these obstacles then maybe she really had come to care for him. He realised she was still waiting for his answer.
"I'm afraid not."
Her brown eyes widened with shock and disappointment. "Why not?"
He bent his head so his lips were almost touching her exposed ear. "Because," he breathed, noting the goose bumps which formed in the wake of the warm air, "You don't fuck on the first date."

Hermione Granger giggled. Then she pulled him to a stop and stood up on her tiptoes. She had to extend fully, her body pressed against his from thigh to chest and even then she had to pull his head down to hers but finally their lips were within touching distance and she kissed him hard on the mouth in full view of the great, the good and the disreputable of the wizarding world.
"I think." She said, her lips still touching his as she spoke, her tongue flicking out to run along his lower lip, "that in this one instance I may be able to make an exception."