Thank you for all of your reviews and words of encouragement for my little Lucius/Hermione smutfest. I hope you like the last chapter, which is of course even heavier on the smut and lower on plot. The full chapter was entitled I Put A Spell On You (Because You're Mine)

The song lyrics come from Nina Simone's I Put A Spell on You and Diana Krall and Ray Charles version of You Don't Know Me.

Mature readers ONLY please.

It was a much gentler tug on her hair that alighted Hermione Granger back to a standing position, and once more into the circle of Lucius Malfoy's arms. He held her loosely, as he adjusted himself and his clothing, not entirely without the aid of magic, she noted, hearing a quick utterance under his breath.

"That was an entirely unexpected pleasure." He murmured, the faintest hint of breathlessness lingered on his aristocratic tones. His voice was unusually warm, giving it an incredibly sexy timbre.

Hermione felt her naked skin flush at his words, heat and more than a little surprise permeated her entire body, as his lips softly grazed hers. His thumb brushed a pert nipple, which peaked immediately to his sensual touch. She wanted nothing more than to melt against him, enjoy the delights she knew he could exact upon her. Hermione's body was screaming out for it. But reality and professionalism kicked in, she had been gone long enough, people would be looking for her. Hermione looked into Lucius Malfoy's magnetic grey eyes. The balance of power had shifted in her favour, clearly, the fact that sex could do this, was not a fallacy. Could she hold onto it for just a little while longer?

She arched, catlike against him, the rough wool of his trousers abrading delectably against her bare legs. She then took a small step backwards, once more finding herself against the wall, an equally feline smile curved her mouth. Lucius made to move forward, but her small but firm hand against his chest stopped him, and he raised a quizzical eyebrow.

Hermione took a slow steadying breath, the pad of his thumb seemed to be controlling her entire body.

"I have to get back to my guests Mr Malfoy." She said, desperately trying to drag her mind away from his devilish caress. "My absence will be questioned. I am after all working this evening." She noticed a small flicker of something cross his face, it wasn't anger. Disappointment perhaps? The scales were clearly still tipped in her favour. Was she really about to test her feminine whiles on Lucius Malfoy?

"I can wait Mr Malfoy." She said softly, a promissory glint twinkled in her honey brown eyes. The remainder of the sentence hung silently in the air, "can you?"

Lucius' body stirred once more at the implication of her words. He wasn't by nature a patient man, but after what had just transpired between him and this beautiful young witch, he had a feeling it would be worth waiting for. He took a reluctant step away from Hermione, allowing her to move freely. Watching intently as she performed a quick tidying charm, and a reparo spell on the torn straps of her dress. Within moments, she looked just as she had, before she left the party. Well almost, the soft glow of arousal shimmered over her skin and its scent clung to her like a heady perfume. A muscle twitched in his jaw, Merlin he wanted her.

Returning to the party, Hermione found that thankfully she had not been missed. Everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves immensely. Nothing disastrous had occurred in her absence and nothing it seemed, had required her immediate attention. Everything was running smoothly. Everything that was except her heartrate, which was as fast and erratic as a rogue bludger.

As she moved across the still crowded ballroom, she accepted various compliments and warm praise from the assembled guests. One of those guests being the younger Malfoy. Draco, fortunately failed to notice the blush that crept over his friend's neck and face or the fact that she was unable to look directly at him. That, he was himself ogling an attractive brunette on the dancefloor was a blessing in disguise.

She cast an expectant eye around the room, up onto the mezzanine floor. Disappointment washed over her, Lucius Malfoy was nowhere to be seen.

The taste of him lingered in her mouth. She could still feel his burning touch, his wicked thumb brushing and arousing her nipple and the intimate caress of his long fingers. Could still hear his voice purring in her ear. She longed to be back in her room, wishing she had never left. The balance of power had not been as much in her favour as she'd naively thought, and the inimitable Lucius Malfoy had clearly been immune to her obviously, rather lame feminine whiles.

She needed a drink, a Firewhiskey would wash away the taste of him and with it her foolishness.

Hermione stared blindly at the amber liquid in the heavy tumbler that the barman had placed in front of her. She swirled it around in the glass, the ice chinking softly. Actually, she didn't want to wash away the taste of him. The remembrance of him pulsing in her mouth enflamed her skin, and she shifted uncomfortably, as hat pooled between her legs.

"I thought you were avoiding me Miss Granger." Came a familiar voice from behind her.

Her heart once again flip-flopped in her chest. This time, his languid, slightly menacing tones, and too close proximity, thrilled her and shot a very different sensation through her body. A body that was now so acutely aware of him, it hurt.

This time, her Firewhiskey remained untouched on the counter, she looked from the tumbler to Lucius, a smile curling her mouth. Even without the aid of legilimency she knew, he was well aware why she hadn't drunk it.

"How could you think such a thing? I wouldn't dream of avoiding any of my guests Mr Malfoy. Especially you"

This time Hermione was fighting a completely different set of emotions, there was no sarcasm in her voice, and the last thing she wanted to do was escape from Lucius Malfoy. She took a step closer, her honey brown eyes once again glistening brightly, but this time there was no irritation, just pure delight. His mouth seemed even more sensual than the first time her eyes had fallen upon it. Hermione chewed her bottom lip, but this time it was to stop herself brushing her lips to his, not to curtail any vitriol. The smile that lifted his mouth was no longer mocking, it was knowing and so very sexy. He seemed even more devastatingly handsome than ever. Or was she just seeing a very different man before her?

Lucius Malfoy's grey eyes took in every inch of Hermione's shapely form. Now he knew only too well what lay beneath the column of Emerald silk that dipped so enticingly low at the back. His penetrating gaze once again fell upon her delicately painted pink mouth. The unbridled thought he'd had earlier now a glorious reality. The delights her mouth could bestow upon him, surpassing even his expectations. His cock twitched at the memory. As that sinful tongue of hers moistened her lips, it throbbed mercilessly.

The beautifully evocative sound of a saxophone was the soundtrack to their exchange. A female voice reverberated around the crowded room.

"I put a spell on you, because you're mine"

Oh how apt this Muggle music really was thought Lucius. Even if it was he. who was under the spell. The very potent, and heady spell of Hermione Granger, and there wasn't a gnat's wing of actual magic involved.

"Because your mine." The evocative words echoed in his head.

"That being the case Miss Granger, perhaps you would do me the honour of dancing with me?"

This time there were no protestations, Lucius didn't need to strong-arm her onto the dancefloor. She wanted to be in his arms, wanted to be held tightly against him, and longed to feel his cool hand on her bare back.

The music had changed once more, the gentle tinkling of a piano had replaced the sultry sound of the saxophone, and they swayed slowly around the floor. Totally oblivious to any of the other dancers, his soft hand came to rest at the base of her spine and Hermione felt that same sense of exhilaration course through her body.

"And I can hardly speak, my heart is beating so. And anyone can tell, you think you know me well, but you don't know me, no you don't know me."

This time Hermione didn't want to block out the singers beautiful voice as she emoted the song. The thought crossing her mind that she didn't know Lucius Malfoy at all. No she didn't. But now, everything about him was so deliciously dark, fascinatingly forbidden and irresistibly intoxicating. Her senses were being overwhelmed all over again. Only this time they were even more keenly aware of his feather light touch on her overly sensitised skin. Of the spicy sandalwood cologne that filled her nostrils and of the velvety tones that caressed her ears like a mink glove. Everything had been heightened.

"I'd like to know the art of making love to you." He whispered against her ear.

Once again she heard his voice, a sexy, low rasp. Hermione felt Lucius Malfoy's arms tighten around her, again, eliminating every last bit of space between them. His body hardening once more against her thigh. Hermione was now well aware of what she, a Muggleborn was capable of doing to the purist if pureblood wizards. This time she had no intention of pulling away, she didn't want to think rationally and allowed herself to drown in wave after wave of sheer unadulterated sensation. She pressed harder against him, loving the feel of his arousal through the thin silk of her dress. Her body reacted with ferocious intensity.

Firewhiskey had absolutely nothing to do with her scrambled brains. Her inebriation was solely down to the man whose arms she was encircled in and whose highly aroused body was pressed firmly against her.

"Let's get out of here" He suggested in husky tones. His warm breath even more erotic against her skin.

This time, Hermione didn't want to come to her senses. She was enjoying the emotive wistful music, was revelling in the elegant surroundings, but more than anything else, was relishing being in the arms of the handsome, supremely arrogant, dark wizard. Her body shivered in anticipation. She slipped her hand under his elegantly tethered hair, pausing to touch that tiny strand of black silk, and skimmed her fingers against the nape of his neck. Hermione moved seductively against him, her thigh brushed against his hard flesh and he moaned against her ear.

"Yes" She whispered.

Lucius didn't hesitate, not caring what anyone thought, he steered her across the crowded dance floor and out into the quiet lobby area. Hermione reached for the lift button, but with an impatient pop, she found herself back in her room. Her emerald silk dress, once more in a shimmering green puddle about her feet and Lucius' hard, naked body, flush against her.

What little air was left in her lungs after his quick apparition vanished, leaving Hermione breathless and panting against the solid wall of his surprisingly well-toned torso. There wasn't a single part of their bodies that wasn't touching. His lips held hers in a deep passionate kiss. Her breasts were crushed almost painfully against his chest. His erection rubbed against her belly, her own damp heat pressed against his thigh. Even the tips of their toes touched, Hermione's coiling as his kiss intensified, his tongue exploring and reaching every part of her mouth. His sharp teeth gently nipping her tongue. One leg curled around his, her slim foot caressing his muscled calf.

Lucius sighed into her mouth, not since his youth, had he struggled so much with his resolve. Uncharacteristically for him, he wanted to take his time, savour each moment. But with every kiss, every touch, every movement, every everything, he found it more difficult to hold back. Her skin was like satin to his touch, her mouth so soft and sexy, and her body, so pliant and so responsive.

Lucius tried to stem his desire, but she wasn't allowing it. As he softened his mouth over her swollen lips, she sought him out with more passion. As he slackened his grip, her small fingers dug into his flesh. As he tried to edge back, her limbs curled around him like serpent. The soft, smooth foot which crept around his leg like Devil's Snare was his undoing.

Hermione, couldn't get enough off him. She wound her limbs around him, pulled him deeper into her mouth, and stroked his tongue with her own. She wanted it all. Every inch of him did something to her, evoked some blistering response, reached her in places that she didn't know existed, and sent her dizzying to new heights. She wanted hours and hours of him, time to do all the things her mind was imaging, that her body wanted, but she just had now and right now she needed him as close as it was possible to feel another human being.

His fingers bit into the fleshy part of her thigh as he lifted her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around him, his rock hard arousal hot and heavy against her wet entrance. Hermione's world spun, she arched her back athletically away from him, and his hands splayed across her shoulders, his powerful arms supported the lithe movement. Lucius lowered her down onto the bed, she had been unaware they were in front of. Hermione lay open to him, her long legs parted in invitation, her arms outstretched.

His hands came to rest either side of her on the luxurious cotton bedding, he loomed over her like some conquering Roman God. Hermione couldn't repress the moan that escaped her lips as the space between them vanished and she felt the weight of him upon her. He crushed his lips to hers once more in a hard demanding kiss, a kiss Hermione returned with equal force and passion. One hand buried itself in her hair, gently freeing it from the barrette, the wild mass fanned around her, framing her flushed face. The same hand then moved slowly and provocatively up over her bare thigh.

His mouth had left her lips. First it tormented her neck, licking and nipping the slim column of her throat, kissing the pulse that beat frantically there. The sweet torture of his hot mouth then descended upon a breast. His wicked thumb paled into insignificance against the sinful elicitation of his tongue and Hermione cried out in uncontrolled pleasure. The wet tip swirled slowly around the taut bud, his teeth tweaking the sensitive flesh, before drawing it fully into his mouth and sucking hard. When he was done with that breast Lucius simply moved to the other. She writhed under him impatiently, rubbing herself against him, eager to feel him sated within her. Hermione's fingers grasped the bedding, her knuckles as white as the cotton sheets beneath her.

His hands danced across her skin, leaving a mass of rippling pleasure in their wake, as he tormented and teased her. Lucius raised himself up and took in the fiery young woman pinned to the bed beneath him, seeing his own lust and need reflected in brown her eyes. His hand slid between her legs, his fingers slipped deep within her and she arced to meet him. A strangled cry escaped her lips and Lucius gripped her hip. Spreading her legs with his knee, he finally pushed fully into her willing body.

Her response was breath-taking, her inner muscles tightening around his shaft instantly, his self-control was tested to the limit. For a moment he remained perfectly still, as Hermione's legs wrapped around his lower back her hips rising to meet him.

She fought to catch her breath as he thrust into her again, harder this time. A burst of ecstasy shattered around her as he stretched and filled her. She clasped his shoulders, her nails biting into the soft flesh. His thrusts slowed to a languorous measured rhythm, designed to exact maximum pleasure and the utmost torture at the same time.

She looked at his handsome face, his usual pallor blushed in passion. It was a face she knew frighteningly well. His grey eyes, glistened like liquid silver, the merest hint of a smirk lifting his lip, and his hair…Hermione's hand drifted from his shoulder, slowly moving to the nape of his neck. Her fingers delicately brushing, what was obviously a sensitive spot, as a gentle hiss escaped Lucius' lips. His eyes flickered shut. From his nape, they roamed to that wisp of black ribbon that held his hair from his handsome face. Tugging on the thin strand of silk she released the lustrous blonde mane, allowing it to cascade about his broad shoulders. Lucius Malfoy's eyes opened once more, slate grey now, they glinted knowingly. He thrust forcefully into Hermione, his now loose hair falling around his face with the movement, and tumbling onto her breast.

Its softness felt unbelievably erotic against her hot skin, but somehow she always knew it would. Hermione smiled and curled a mellifluous strand around her forefinger. Pulling him towards her, his mouth a whisper away from her own. This was the Lucius Malfoy she remembered so well. The flicker of trepidation that suddenly flowed through her at the notion, was engulfed by the burning heat of overwhelming desire.

His kiss was deliciously punishing, a soft growl accompanied it. Hermione had never climaxed, simply from penetration before, but as Lucius Malfoy thrust deeper and harder into her, she knew that was about to change. Her back arched of the bed, her legs tightening around him in perfect synchronicity with her inner walls. She wasn't sure if it were the spot deep inside her that he hit with such erotic precision, or the angle they now found themselves in, causing him to hit her pubic bone over and over. Whatever it was Hermione saw white. Feeling like she were being thrown off the bed, caught in a vortex of uncontrollable pleasure, and spinning slowly down into heavenly ecstasy.

His body pushed harder and faster, and Hermione felt his muscles tighten. His movements became jerky, and just when she thought she would drift gently back down onto a plateau of blissful serenity, Lucius sent her hurtling back up on the wave of his own climax. Hermione's legs constricted around him, pulling him in deeper, milking him with her own peaking body. She could feel his shaft pulsating deep within her, her slick walls clenched tighter around him, her body quivering with uncontrollable desire. Her name fell from his lips in a ragged groan as his hot seed spilled into her raw heat, after one brutal final surge, he stilled against her.

In the aftermath of their passionate coupling, Lucius Malfoy lay across Hermione, his breathing slowing returning to normal. His hair had fallen across her breasts like a platinum shroud, it clung to the dampness. Hermione found herself caressing it, her hand slowing moving upwards until she were actually stroking his head. Her hand suddenly stilled as she met a narrowed grey gaze.

"This is wrong" He said, grasping her wrist harshly.

A tremor of fear bubbled in Hermione's stomach, this was the moment she had feared. She knew he would leave, of course he would, but she hadn't expected it to be quite so quickly or abruptly. Hermione was deluding herself if she thought this was anything more to him than just sex, and power. Lucius Malfoy had asserted both over her with great skill and precision. But she couldn't deny, perverse as it may seem, she had enjoyed every moment. The dark pureblood wizard had got exactly what he wanted, what he had probably felt was nothing less than his right, and that was it. Oddly Hermione had expected nothing less, what she hadn't expected was how she would feel when the inevitable moment came.

She felt her hand pushed away, her heart unbelievably sinking at the action, the ridiculous prick of tears stung her eyes. In a lightening movement their positions were reversed and she found herself sprawled across his chest, her wild mass of hair fell like a silky curtain over his naked torso as she lay across him. An indolent smile curved his mouth and made his eyes sparkle like molten silver.

"That's better" He said softly, stroking her hair now.

Hermione raised her slightly glistening eyes to his in curiosity.

Lucius Malfoy smiled a wicked but very genuine smile. "When I first saw you this evening, I wanted you ….." He paused briefly, as if choosing his words. "I could see that wild mass of hair across my naked chest."

Realisation dawned and Hermione returned his wicked smile. Her small fingers making lazy circles in the smattering of hair that covered his chest.

"Well Mr Malfoy" She said slowly. "I'd been longing to pull that ribbon from your hair almost all evening." She twirled a silky strand around her finger. "And I guess my fingers in your hair certainly stripped something bare."

"Hmm" He said "That Muggle Music really was quite appropriate, how was it that song went again, something about it being taboo and you arousing a need in me….."