Apologies for the untimely interruption last time. This is the last chapter I hope you have enjoyed the story. Reviews welcome and criticism.

Lucius Malfoy looked positively beautiful in the firelight. The soft luminosity giving his pale skin an almost translucent appearance and highlighting his angular features. His flaxen hair shining like a halo about his face. Hermione hardly recognised the man who softly stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and she definitely didn't recognise the shameless creature who had laid herself open to him practically begging him to take her like some cheap whore.

Despite her actions, quite possibly despite an awful lot more, the last thing Lucius Malfoy made her feel like was a cheap whore.

A curtain of blonde mellifluous hair fell across her shoulder as he kissed her, thoroughly, much harder this time but not aggressively so. His tongue thrust into her mouth, his teeth scratching her lips and nipping her tongue. His hand moving along the curve of her hip to position her beneath him. Hermione moved under his guidance, shifting her legs so he could fit comfortably between them. She could feel the heat of his erect flesh against her and she rose to meet him.

"Patience little one" His dulcet tones placated.

Hermione quivered at the sound of his voice, those cut glass tones that she had once loathed, sending a very different sensation flowing through her now.

"Patience" he had said, that was a joke. He wanted nothing more than to shove his throbbing shaft deep inside her and feel her tighten around him. Just the thought made his hips swing forward involuntarily. His arousal colliding with her burning heat.

She was more than ready for him, the gentle intrusion of his fingers had told him that. But Lucius was well aware that he had been amply blessed, coupled with the fact he hadn't had sex with another person in a very long time, he couldn't just lunge into her with wild abandon much he might want to.

Patience, Hermione was done with patience. She knew he was holding back and she understood why. His experience, not to mention his size was daunting but the sweet torture he had been inflicting was driving her mad. She had to feel him buried deep inside her.

Truthfully when he'd said he hadn't been with anyone in a while, she actually expected to see a little of the Malfoy of old come out in him, the droit de seigneur. His restraint was admirable, chivalrous even but so bloody frustrating.

Her instincts took over, she might be inexperienced, but she was a woman, a highly aroused one at that and her body was crying out for him. Patience be buggered. A baser instinct took over in Hermione Granger.

Lucius Malfoy might be stronger than her but, she had youth and agility in her favour. So he could remove her knickers, unclasp her bra and drag her down to the floor in one swift movement. How difficult could it be to achieve her goal?

Kissing him back with the same ardour, she slipped her arms across his muscled back pulling his solid chest against her and taking his crushing weight. She could feel his erection straining between them, rocking against her, the swollen tip probing gently at her slick entrance. In a swift cat like movement she moved. Wrapping her legs tightly across his lower back, using her arms as leverage she thrust down hard meeting his gentle probing.

Holy shit, Hermione saw stars, a strangled breathless cry escaping her lips. Pain seared through her body like she had never known. Even her first time hadn't hurt this much, but that had been with Ron, he was a boy, Lucius Malfoy was every inch a man and it was a lot of inches. She instinctively tried to pull away, to free herself from the agony that burned between her legs. In her agonised haze she heard Lucius curse. Through pain? Oh Merlin's teeth she'd hurt him too! Pleasure? Or maybe even anger? She felt his whole frame tense and then relax, her own body still rigid with pain. Thankfully he was moving, pulling away from her, but then very slowly he moved forward carefully easing into her. Hermione gasped waiting for the searing pain, it didn't come.

He pushed the hair that had fallen across her face back, his lips capturing hers in the tenderest of kisses. Running his tongue along the inside of her bottom lip. Distracting her mind from the sting, bit by bit her body began to relax.

His mouth left hers, seeking a new quarry. Dipping his head he claimed a breast, taking the nipple in his mouth he sucked, twirling his tongue around the puckered flesh, he sucked again and Lucius felt the tension draining from her body, her legs winding themselves across his back one more.

"Wilful, impatient girl" Lucius muttered against her ear, his warm breath caressing the shell.

As he held her tightly against him continuing to withdraw almost completely only to slip back in with a delicious slowness, Hermione once against arched to meet him. Her nails racking across his flesh clawing at his skin, but this time in pleasure.

She could feel her own arousal now hot and slick around him, increasing with every thrust he made. She loved how he felt sheathed deep inside her, how her stomach fluttered each time he drew back. Frissons of pleasure streamed through her, the pain now but a distant memory. As he made to withdraw once more Hermione tightened her inner walls around him. The groan that emanated from him making her heart skip, she could do that to him?

Lucius had suffered completely the opposite reaction when Hermione had practically impaled herself on him. Lack of human contact and sexual gratification other than by his own hand had become very much a thing of the past. Her wet, exceptionally tight muscles constricting around his aching shaft had almost caused him to cum there and then. Ironically it was only the sudden realisation of the pain she had inadvertently inflicted on herself that abstracted him and thankfully destroyed the moment.

The passion coursing through his veins, he had to admit had been replaced by a certain amount of panic. The young Lucius Malfoy had been privileged enough to have enjoyed a virgin or two, but none seemed to have suffered in the same way as Hermione had and he knew she'd had her maiden's head broken.Selfishly not wanting to stop he had tried another tactic, which, by the way she was now writhing beneath him and once more gripping his flesh, had had the desired effect. Her muscles flexed around him, seizing his shaft in a vice like grip.

"Merlin she was tight!"

"Harder Lucius….. Please." Her breathless whisper implored as her legs snaked around him like a vine.

Lucius levered himself into a better position, angling his body over her, his hands either side of her hips, supporting his own weight. A deep moan rumbled in his chest as he obligingly withdrew once more from her silky heat, only to plunge back harder and deeper than before. Gently stretching and filling her.

Her back arched off the floor forcing him deeper inside of her. He groaned, louder this time as he repeated the action, harder and faster as she rose eagerly to meet his next thrust. He couldn't help but watch her face, fascinated how it contorted in ecstasy as he buried himself to the hilt in her wet warmth. Panting hard, her breasts rose and fell and Lucius felt her inner walls tighten around him.

He ran his hand down the centre of her body, her back arcing lithely even further from the floor. He ran his thumb through her damp curls where their bodies were joined. Scarcely touching the sensitised bundle of nerves but provoking a guttural exclamation from Hermione. Never had the sound of his own name sounded so erotic and never had he expected it to be from her lips.

"Oh Lu…cius" She half gasped half sobbed his name. So breath-taking was the havoc his powerful frame was inflicting on her senses. Every thrust, touch and sound pushing her closer to the edge.

She loved the feel of him pressed deep within her, was overwhelmed by feelings of loss when he withdrew, only be sent to dizzying heights when he thrust back into her.

The sound of his voice alone evoked a ridiculous sense of arousal with each and every moan and cry, knowing she was responsible for the at times animalistic noises.

Her body moved of its own volition, pushing closer and closer, drawing him in deeper and deeper. "Merlin he felt sooooooo bloody good!"

A small smile spilt his unusually flushed face and Hermione realised she had voiced her thoughts, but she didn't care. He did feel so bloody good and she was more than happy to tell him just how good. Her words seemed to encourage him and filled Hermione with an odd sense of power.

He groaned low in his throat as she moved her hips in response to the increased pressure of his thumb. Somehow, even at this angle, managing to draw herself slowly off his shaft and slip back down again.

Moving against him like this Hermione could feel the tension in her body start to increase. Her inner muscles pulsating around him as he found deeper places to excite. His face etched with need was the last thing she saw before being blinded by a white light, as suddenly and without warning she cried out, an unintelligible sound of sheer ecstasy followed by his name. Her nails biting into his flesh, her body trembling as she lunged forward thrusting herself hard against him. A wild ball of heat engulfing her entire body as she fell headlong into a vortex of earth shattering pleasure.

Lucius couldn't hold back any longer, every one of his senses being assailed in a myriad of feelings. His name falling from her lips in such a cry of pure passion as her responsive young body tightened around him was his final undoing.

His rhythm began to falter as he continued to pound into her, sheer lust coursing through him, reaching every extremity. Every inch of his body tightened like a stringed instrument, the veins in his neck straining as he threw his head back and came explosively, his hot seed pumping into her.

Lucius couldn't help himself, moaning and grunting with every delicious thrust as her body constricted around his throbbing shaft, milking him for everything.

Through the glorious haze of her own climax, Hermione could feel him inside her, his body throbbing mercilessly as it emptied a hot stickiness into her, heightening her pleasure all over again, stopping her falling midway and sending her roaring back up again.

They came back down together, sagging against one another in satiated pleasure. Lucius flicked his damp hair from his face burying it in Hermione's shoulder. Long flaxen strands falling across her breast.

"Mmmm" he rasped, lying across her as his ragged breathing slowly returned to normal.

After a few minutes he propped himself up on one elbow looking into her beautiful sparkling brown eyes. She was bathed in the warm glow of firelight a soft sheen of sweet glimmering on her flawless skin.

She curled a strand of his silky hair around the tip of her finger, a satisfied and mischievous smile resting on her face.

"And what may I ask is going on in that sharp little mind of yours Miss Granger?" Lucius asked, his grey eyes sparkling.

"I was just thinking how right I was."

Hermione tightened the pale strand of hair around her finger tugging on it playfully dragging Lucius closer to her.

That sneer of old lifting his lip in curiosity. Once upon a time that look would have struck fear and revulsion into Hermione. It now elicited an altogether VERY different emotion in her and she pressed her body hard against him, moving her slim hips seductively against his.

A soft moan emanated from Lucius as he pressed back against her, his body stirring once more in quick arousal. His mouth was very close to her, thanks to the finger tugging on his hair. The ridiculous sensation that it alone was causing went straight to his groin, making his words breathy.

"How right about what?" He asked in his clipped sexy tone.

Hermione brushed his lips with her own. Running her tongue suggestively along his top lip tracing the feigned sneer with the tip.

"What an asset you would be to Hogwarts Professor Malfoy". She replied trailing her hand across his taught arse.

"Hmm it's such a shame that your time here is at an end" Lucius whispered nipping on her bottom lip.

Feeling her legs wind around him once more and her burning wet heat he hardened fully.

Her voice was soft and sultry, her breath caressing his ear.

"Oh I am sure that there is an awful lot you can teach me Professor, you know what a keen student I have always been."