Sense and sensitivity

CHAPTER TWO

This witch, this nymph--she was unbelievable. No one had ever stirred such conflicting emotions in me. I knew, of course that the captivation went both ways. She needed me as much as I wanted her. When she had me stay after class, I knew we were both done for. It irked me to be taken hostage by my own passions, so I fell back to insults to shield myself from her beguiling presence.

"What do you want with me, Mudblood?" I cringed at my own crudeness as I watched her flinch, if ever so slightly. I know she began to reprimand me but I've no idea what she actually said. All I could do was watch her lips as she scolded me. Her pretty, pouty lips… So I did what any Pureblooded wizard would have done. I took what I wanted.

Our exchange then became a blur of wild brown curls and whispered demands. When I touched her, looked into her deep sable eyes, I felt her every secret desire. Her mind became mine to read, and I answered her questions, in more ways than one.

I tried to hold back, but the feel of her, trembling within my grip, stirred a predatory urge within me. I pushed her into the wall, thrust my hips against hers. The feel of her body yielding to my advance was intoxicating. I had only wanted a kiss, but after tasting her, feeling her succumb to me, I wanted so much more.

"Now, Hermione," I spoke low as not to frighten her, "I'm going to show you how a real wizard makes love to a witch."

She gasped for breath, before moaning, "Please…" against my lips. It was all I could do not to take her that very moment. Her breath was so warm and sweet. Her perfect breasts so inviting, her nipples furled and taunt beneath my inquisitive fingertips. I devoured her once again. And to my utter amazement and pleasure, she kissed me back. Kissed me with wild abandon…

"You lazy bastard!" Narcissa's ice-cold contralto tone shattered my reveries. Opening my eyes, I focused on my Goblin hewn crystal whisky decanter. Daydreaming of Hermione again. I had felt edgy. I needed to touch her.

"All you ever do is lay about. The only time you rise is to refill your empty whisky glass," my shrewish wife continued. I had been lying contentedly on my leather sofa, in my own private study, sipping Ogden's, remembering my little witch…

"The only time I rise indeed. Salazar knows you don't give me an occasion to rise." I patted my tented trousers so my meaning would be clear. I had just been beginning to gently rub my groin, bringing my cock alive with the memory of Hermione…

She looked as though I had slapped her face. Realizing at once I had caught her off guard, I seized the moment. "I suppose the same cannot be said of young Master Zabini, eh? I hear you've no trouble getting him to rise to any occasion."

If Cissy could be any paler in complexion, I hadn't seen it. "You think I don't know about your indiscretions, Narcissa? You always did underestimate me." The blood was totally drained from her face, but my own blood pounded in my temples as my fury grew.

"Lucius, I— "

"Save it. I'm through with this. You'll not make a fool of me any longer. You're no longer worth the trouble. There are other witches who are better in bed, smarter, prettier. The only thing you've ever given me that was worth a Knut was Draco…and look how that's turning out…traitorous little smart ass that he's become."

"You are an embarrassment, woman. I expect you out of my home by week's end."

**

I was dreading the fourth session. I was having a hard time coming to terms with what I'd done. I can't believe I fucked Lucius Malfoy like a wanton trollop on my very own school desk. Sitting in the darkened dungeon classroom, waiting for my rabble-rousers to arrive, I truly felt sick. I was sick. Not because of what I had done, but because I wanted more of it. I was sick with longing, flushed with need, fevered with desire. I knew there was only one thing that could cure my illness, the fleshy hardness of Lucius Malfoy's hard cock pushing in and out of me again.

My thoughts turned to Ron; the pit in my stomach churned with guilt. How could I do this to him? Would anything even become of Lucius and me? Oh, sweet Rowena, how was I to make it through these last two classes?

Kindliness. Kindness. Showing another person a measure of concern for their situation. Giving another person a least some of what they need. Hadn't Lucius just done that for me? When he realized how much I wanted and needed him, needed the release only he could give me, hadn't he been kind in giving himself, his love, to me?

But had I been kind in return? I thought I had given back a full measure of pleasure for each thrill he provided me. But was he truly satisfied? He had asked, not very seriously, if he had passed the test. Of course he had! I had never been given better sex in my life; I had never felt more loved. But was it love, or just lust? I was so confused. What I really needed was a month to sort out my feelings and reactions, but instead my students came marching reluctantly once more through the door.

Of course, I had a lesson plan prepared. I would pair off the "inmates" with one another, ask each one to find some small desire that could be easily met in their partner, then have them understand the meaning of kindness by filling the need. I decided the best way to make the point was through example. I told the students how the exercise would be conducted, and then I asked Lucius Malfoy to stand before me.

"Mr. Malfoy," I began. I believe I saw him smirk at me.

"Ms. Granger," he replied, a small smile creasing his face.

"I'm sure even a man of your means must need some small kindness. What can I do for you today to make your life a tad better?"

"Some sympathy, Ms. Granger. I am sad. Well, not exactly sad. More exactly, annoyed and a bit disappointed. You see, I have had to throw my wife of more than twenty years to the curb this morning, because I discovered her in an affair with another man."

At this, Draco Malfoy jumped from his seat. "Father…what have you done?" he exclaimed.

Lucius whirled around to face his son. "Something I should have done three months ago when I knew for certain your mother was fucking your best friend, Blaise Zabini. I've had done with the ice queen, the old tramp. I've ordered her out of my Manor. Perhaps, Son, you would like to take the homeless piece of claptrap into your care…"

I was stunned. I was also terrified. Had I been the catalyst?

"Ms. Granger, if you please, I could simply use a hug. Do you think you have one to spare?" The look in his eyes was very strange. It was not the cold reptilian glow that I had come to associate with the Malfoys, nor the crafty calculating lust for power and control. Instead, it was almost pleading. Lucius Malfoy was hurt. He would never admit it, never show it to anyone but me, but for once in his life, he needed a small kindness.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, I believe I have a hug right here." I opened my arms. He stepped into them. I pulled him close, if only for a moment. And then he did something completely underhanded and wicked. He grabbed my arse!

The others in the room were silent only for a second, then they broke loose with catcalls and insults. As quickly as I had wrapped my arms round him, I pushed him away with clenched fists. And the prat actually smirked at me. I felt embarrassed, betrayed.

"Do you really think I care that I sent Narcissa packing, Hermione?" he asked, coolly. "She no longer means anything to me. Besides, I think I have something far better in my future." Heat climbed up my neck, coloring my face as I began to comprehend his meaning.

**

Oddly enough, I was anticipating the fourth class with renewed vigor. If I was to be completely honest with myself, I was looking forward to shagging Hermione again, violating her in every possible way. I couldn't hide the smirk on my face as I took my usual seat, front and center.

I knew I wanted to do something to antagonize Hermione. Not to sabotage her class, no. I wanted to draw her out in front of those she distrusted most. It was by sheer luck that she had planed that ridiculous kindness exercise and chose me as her partner to demonstrate.

I really wasn't surprised at her reaction; pushing me away was a natural thing to do whilst I groped her arse in front of her class. I wasn't prepared, however, for what happened next.

"Father!" Draco yelled as he flew across the room. "Get your hands off that filthy Mudblood whore! How could you kick Mother out! Those rumors of her and Blaise are complete rubbish!"

I rounded on Draco. I never could tolerate his utter disrespect and cheek, especially in a public venue. "Hold your tongue, Boy, on both accounts. You owe Ms. Granger and me an apology. Your statements are neither sympathetic to me, nor kind to Hermione. Have you learned nothing from this training class? Why don't you demonstrate your knowledge of sensitivity now, hmm?"

The rest of the ne'er-do-wells had been stunned into silence. Draco looked as though he had fallen off his Quidditch broom at fifty meters.

"Father, you can't be serious?"

"I can, and I am." I gripped his shoulder, digging my fingers into his muscles, turning him toward Hermione. "Apologize."

He sneered.

I dug in harder. "NOW!"

His voice dripped with venom when he spat, "I'm sorry, Ms. Granger, for calling you a filthy whore."

"That's more kindly Draco. Now, what do you have to say to me?" I spoke in my most pleasant tone.

Draco glared daggers at me. "Father," he began through gritted teeth, "I'm sorry to hear Mother is fucking Blaise. Please accept my kindest sympathies."

"Very well done! I'm sure Draco will receive an Outstanding in this course! What say you, Ms. Granger?"

I turned to see her stricken face, drained of color. She walked to her desk, gathered her scrolls and stated firmly and jarringly, "Class dismissed."

The class bolted from the room, save for Hermione, Draco, and me. Hermione sunk down into her chair, head in her hands.

"Father, have you gone mad? Are you truly interested in Granger? If you want to hurt Mother, I agree this is the way to go about it, but really…. Do you actually want the Mudblood?"

His derogatory name-calling boiled my blood. "Who are you to question me? Get out of my sight before you regret the day you were born!"

He stomped from the room shaking his head. I didn't care.

"How dare you…" Hermione was up out of her seat, stalking toward me with clenched fists. "How dare you turn my classroom into a circus! You've got some nerve trivializing my concepts. This is no joke to me, Lucius. You are the most incredibly foul…evil…dastardly..."

I grabbed her. "Stop. You don't mean that. Let's cut the dragon dung, Hermione. You and I, we're good together."

Although I felt her surrender under my touch, her words contradicted her body. "No. No. No. I'm good; you're evil…"

"Rubbish. You don't believe that," I soothed, stroking those awful curls away from her flushed cheeks. "There is neither good nor evil; only choices we make, how we decide to live, who we love."

"Love?" she whispered, voice trembling. "You are speaking to me of love?"

"Why not love? Why not me?" I was painfully aware of her heaving chest, her quick pants from that luscious mouth. "You liked my touches. You think me that insensitive not to know when a woman is completely falling for me?"

She tore from my embrace before I could kiss her, darting from the dungeon without another word.

I followed her into the stone passageway, halting her with my words.

"I know you've never been fucked like that before. And I know you want it again. Turn around and tell me what you want."

She stopped dead in her tracks. I wasn't altogether sure she wouldn't turn round and hex my arse. Instead, she whirled round and flew at me, lips and teeth crashing against my own. I stumbled back with the force of the collision, wrapping my arms about her. One of her legs hooked round my hip. Our breath mingled; I inhaled her essence like a drug. It was a wonder, in my haze of longing, that I even heard the footfalls on the flagstones.

She must have heard them too, for she hissed, "Someone's coming!"

Dragging me into the nearest hiding spot, into a small dark space, she slammed the door behind us.

"Lumos" she whispered heavily into the cramped darkness. Her flushed face came into my view along with broom handles, mops and not just a few cobwebs. I couldn't help myself. I burst into raucous laughter.

"Shhh!" she spat acidly in hushed tones. "Do you want to be discovered?"

"I wouldn't mind," I admitted readily. "After all, you're half my age. What man wouldn't want the whole world to know he's fucking a smart, sassy, intelligent, beautiful young pixie such as you?"

"Beautiful. You think I'm beautiful," she sneered with sardonic disbelief. "Lucius, we've already fucked, you don't have to butter me up."

So unlike Narcissa, this woman. It was refreshing to converse with someone who says what they mean. I rather enjoyed her visceral candor. I saw fit to afford her the same courtesy. "I admit your looks are…er… unconventional, but make no mistake, you are beautiful; in every way possible--in every way that matters to me."

She kissed me then, with untamed ferociousness one would not think possible in a woman of her slight build.

"I don't know how you did it Lucius," she sniggered, "but you've got me falling for you."

Her fingertips ghosted over the front of my wizard breeches. My dick, already awakened by her kiss, leapt in my pants and strained against the fabric with fervent anticipation. Before I knew it she was on her knees before me.

"Mr. Malfoy," she quipped in melodramatic whispers, "my, but you are excited. Do you like me to touch you?" She freed my rock hard cock from my pants, only to imprison it in her small fist. She gave me a gentle squeeze at the base, then released a bit to glide her hand to the pulsing tip. Her thumb grazed the frenulum of my ridge, causing my hips to jerk.

"Oh, I think my big bad Death Eater likes that very much. Do you like your dirty little Mudblood on her knees for you, Lucius?" She gripped the base again, this time cradling my balls in her other hand.

"Magical mercy, woman, are you going to tease me all day, or are you going to get to it?"

She giggled low and sexily, but did not take me in her mouth. Witch.

"Hmm..." Her lips were so near to me, I could very nearly feel the vibration from her hum against my prick. "Mmm...tell me, what is it that you want me to get to?"

I thrust my hips to aid in her delicious strokes. "Fuck, Hermione. I want you to suck me off."

Hot, wet, and unbelievably soft, her pretty little lips were on my head. I gave a moaning groan as her tiny tongue flicked the head and swirled round the sensitive ridge.

"Uh, that's it, witch. Now, suck me, take me all in."

I didn't have to tell her twice. Flaming Flamel! Who would have thought Granger could suck dick like a pro? Merlin's balls, it was incredible. Her hot mouth devoured me. Taking me all the way back down her throat, her lips sealed round the base. She then moved her tongue up and down the underside.

"Fucking hell, woman," I panted with what breath I had left. She was working on me like a snuffler after treasure. I was so close to cumming but I wanted this to last. I was almost there. Just then she removed her mouth.

"Are you going to cum?" she asked in her sweetest voice.

"Fuck yeah."

She squeezed round my sac, halting my orgasm.

"Ah! Fuck— uh…so fucking good." She had me very nearly blind.

Hermione hadn't let go of my balls. "I'm going to make you cum, Lucius. And I want you to cum in my mouth, squirt all your hot seed in me so I can swallow you whole…"

She was on me again… Merlin! Sucking. Licking. Flicking that wicked tongue of hers, bringing me closer and closer once again.

"You're such a dirty little girl," I said. "You want me to fuck that filthy mouth of yours until I fill it up with my cum?"

She nodded, moaning enthusiastically.

I went on while she sucked and bobbed on my real magic wand. "You want me to shut you up for once—with my big prick?" I was nearly bursting. "Here it cums little witch. Open up and say ah… "Ahhh…." I exploded in her mouth. She sucked me, milked me, swallowed every last fucking bit.

Then that fucking little pixie looked up at me in the soft light with the wickedest of grins, and licked every drop off her lips.

I grabbed her wrists, yanking her up off her knees. She gasped when I crushed her mouth with mine."

"Greedy thing," I growled, "let me taste myself on you." She giggled again, but I silenced her with a kiss.

"Do you like the taste of me, Hermione?"

I was hard for her again already. I lifted her up, pinning her to the wall, running my hands up under her skirts. When my fingers found her hot little pussy, she gave a cry.

"Lucius... Yes, take me…." she was practically humming.

"I intend to," was my reply. Silly Witch.

I tore her knickers off, and then hoisted her higher until she was forced to hook her legs round my shoulders. I could smell her, and fucking hell, I could not wait to taste her again. Grabbing her arse, I pushed my tongue into her slick folds. When I found her pulsing clit, she fisted my hair with both hands, driving my face into her dripping wet cunt. I flicked, teased, and sucked until she was writhing and grinding against my tongue, my mouth.

"Mmm, you like to fuck my face," I gasped, pulling away for an instant. She moaned her displeasure at the lack of contact, tightening her thighs round my head. I dove in for more, knowing she was nearly there; my face was drenched with her juices; her thighs quivered and tightened, spasming in time with her climax.

The sound of her crying out my name again and again erased the last of my restraint. When I was sure she had finished, I pulled her down to straddle my lap, and impaled her with my rock hard cock. She felt so soft and hot, encasing me in her wet heat. I dug my fingers into her hips lifting her up so I could piston in and out. It only took a few thrusts and I exploded, emptying my cum deep inside her fiery, hole.

She collapsed against me and I leaned back into a stand of old brooms.

"Gods, Lucius," she whimpered. "If I could grade you on eating pussy, you'd definitely be getting an O for out-fucking-standing. My legs are so wobbly…I can barely stand up. Let's see if the coast is clear, then you can take me home. Maybe demonstrate how you show consideration and caring for another… If you do well, I can assure you, you'll pass my course."

"Evil woman," I growled.

"I though you said there was no evil?" She teased

I shrugged apathetically. "I lied."

"Lucius Malfoy lied?" she sniggered. "How completely shocking!"

"And completely evil." I added.

"And you know all about evil, do you not, Lucius?"

Feeling my lips curl, I laced her fingers in mine. "Of that, you can be assured."

****

The final class. Here I am, alone at my desk, still wondering how this has happened to me. Still wondering how it is that two people so different can come together with so much feeling. Acceptance. I must admit I have mixed feelings about teaching this one.

Overnight, I have come to the conclusion that the students are going to have something new, something wonderful, to accept. Something that most of them are going to have a hard time accepting. Too bad for them. Ron is going to have to accept it. Harry is going to have to accept it. The Ministry will have to accept it, too. If my friends can get over it, so can the people from the dark side.

The students are dribbling in, coming today in twos and threes. Virtually all of them are in their seats now. My heart leaps. My stomach drops. Lucius has walked into the room. He stops. He smiles at me. I smile right back. My belly tightens. I feel redness in my cheeks. I feel wetness between my thighs.

Then something occurs to wipe the smile off my face. Oh my! I wasn't expecting an audience. The Minister of Magic himself has graced our final session. Kingsley enters the room regally, his tall dark skinned figure as commanding as ever. He is wearing a cape of green, red, yellow and black. It is as formal as I have ever seen the man. I wonder what he wants to see. He's not alone either, and I nearly piss my knickers when I see whom he has brought with him. My self-confidence evaporates when I am standing face to face with the three of them.

"Ms. Granger!" The Minister greets me as he enters the room. "Well, this is it! Your last class of the first Ministry sanctioned Sensitivity Training. From your initial reports, I do believe this endeavor has been a great success. That's why I've asked your best friends Harry and Ron to witness the rehabilitative work you've done with some of the worst Death Eaters."

Kingsley is very nearly giddy. It is so unbecoming.

Ron glances sheepishly at me, no doubt feeling uncomfortable being here since I had banned him after that first class. "Hi, Hermione… You know I wouldn't be here unless… well, Kingsley asked me..."

"Oh…uh…yeah. It's okay Ron. Hello Harry." It feels like I have just been hit in the gut with a Bludger, or what I imagined that must feel like. After all I'd seen Ron get his fair share of Bludgers in the gut.

"Hermione, can't wait to see you handle this group of troublemakers," laughs Harry. "If anyone could have reformed this lot, it's you."

I smile weakly, "Thanks, Harry." If only he knew how much I had "handled" Lucius Malfoy in the last few days… My mouth feels like sandpaper. How can I announce Lucius' and my relationship now? I mean, in front of the lot of degenerates, yes. But my boss!? Ron and Harry? I don't know if I'm ready for that yet. I mean, I still don't know how or why this is happening to me. I swallow what feels like a lump of sand thinking, ready or not, this is it.

"Well, class, I applaud your efforts having stuck it out until the very end. I know this Sensitivity Training has been difficult for all of you; more than difficult for some of you. Yet, here we are at the conclusion, where you must each understand the truths behind the ideas of compassion, understanding, sympathy and kindliness. And in recognizing these truths, you must now embrace the ideas of tolerance and acceptance. You must now understand that all witches and wizards are created equal, regardless of blood status."

"In point of fact, today you will be confronted with one more detail that you must also accept. You must understand that not only are all witches and wizards equal, but that Purebloods and Muggleborns can fall in love with one another, perhaps even marry, have children. And it will not pollute the magical world!"

"Well you should certainly know, Granger," shouts out Draco Malfoy from the back row as usual. "You obviously have found a Pureblood to fuck, and if it tears up his family or drives his wife into the arms of another, we should just accept it?"

Immediately, I sense Lucius coiling to strike. "Lucius, please…don't…"

But he is already out of his seat, heading for the back of the classroom. Reaching down, he grabs Draco by his long blond hair, jerking him straight up out of his seat. "You know better than to open your mouth in this class, Son." His voice rumbles low and ominous round the silent room. "Have you already forgotten the apologies you made to Hermione and me after the last session? Now sit down and shut it." Lucius pushes his son down into the chair.

Draco begrudgingly obeys, but the venom in his stare indicates his true sentiments on the matter.

I watch, worrying my lip, as my lover turns and walks back to the front of the room. He stops in front of me and gathers me into his arms, very gently— lovingly actually. Inclining his head down to mine, he kisses me softly. I hear the others in the room gasp, hear Kingsley's deep bass chuckle. I feel warm and loved.

Lucius turns slightly so we are standing side on to the others. He is still holding me. "One thing all of you will need to accept today is us," he says, and he kisses me again, this time much more passionately, possessively. "There is no escaping the fact that Hermione was Muggleborn, and that some of you will no doubt continue to call her a Mudblood behind our backs. But you had all better accept that she is MY Mudblood, and if and when she accepts me as I have accepted her, I will make her my new wife."

He looks down at me, lips bowed in a genuine smile. "What do you say, Hermione? Would you like to be my wife?"

"Oh. I might learn to accept that, my dear Lucius. For you may have been a Death Eater, but you are MY Death Eater, and I want you, love you, will accept you for what you are. Yes."

**

When I heard the acceptance and submission from my sweet Hermione's lips, I felt my heart would burst. Yes, I do have a heart… well, at least I did. Now it's in the hands of my little Muggleborn witch. Preposterous, yes, but still very true.

"You have got to be kidding me!" It was the Weasley boy. I leisurely glanced his way, reluctantly taking my gaze from Hermione. The lad was beet red. Irate. Fuming. Infuriated is actually a better word.

"Ron," warned the Scarhead, "Don't. Not here mate."

At least the fruit of James Potter's loins was learning some restraint. I can't say the same for Arthur's hotheaded son. The enraged redhead struggled, but Potter managed to keep him in check.

"Father?! Are you barking mad!?" shouts Draco, then turns his anger to Hermione. "You! This is your doing. You've always been the biggest pain in the arse of all time!"

She curls her lip at him, refusing to take his bait.

"Now, now, Draco… Mr. Weasley," interrupts Shacklebolt. "I suspect this is an elaborate skit, put on by Ms. Granger with the help of Mr. Malfoy to demonstrate the ultimate in acceptance. Very well done. Lucius, the fact that you would even act like you accept Muggleborns is commendable.

I blinked patently at him, waiting for him to finish. "Yes, well, it's not an act. Hermione and I are indeed a couple.

At this point Weasley brakes free from Potter's hold, wielding his wand at me.

"Stupify!"shouts Hermione, with a sneer to rival Bellatrix herself.

"Well done." I commend her excellent reflexes.

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy!" yells Potter, drawing his wand on Draco.

"You first, Scarhead!" Draco retorts, casting a badly aimed jinx at the Chosen One.

I can hear Ludo Bagman taking bets from Runcorn and the Carrows on the fights that are breaking out.

Big K seems to have recovered, and his face reflects rapid firing thoughts as he puts it all together. "Ms. Granger!" he bellows above the din, "What on earth would posses you to lower yourself to the likes of this scum! I asked you to undertake this challenge to change him, not yourself."

"HA! You hypocrite!" Delores Umbridge screeches. "And what do you mean, Hermione lowered herself! I think it's the other way around, Kingsley. That horrible Ganger person is obviously trying to improve her station, using sex to trap a Pureblood! HOMEWREAKER!"

"How dare you! You vicious BITCH! No one is viler than you! We should have let the centaurs keep you," screams Hermione. I grab her just as she pounces on Umbridge grabbing her wiry hair and yanking. I pull a livid Hermione towards the door with me, leaving Kingsley and Umbridge to duel it out, along with Draco, Harry and a still stunned Weasley.

"Let me at her! That wicked wench has crossed me for the last time!"

I've still got an armful of squirming Hermione, her fists and hair flying. My parting words seem vaguely familiar to me. "Let's just everybody calm down!" I sputter as finally, I haul Hermione out into the torch-lit passage.

She tears from my grasp, rounding on me with a look of pure venom. "I hex that old battle-ax! She's a miserable, wretched—"

"There, there, Hermione," I sooth. "What about tolerance? Acceptance? My Dear, have a little sympathy, some compassion."

She glares at me and stamps her foot. "Ugh! Bullocks. That is a load of RUBISH!"

"I agree. Complete load of crap. Oh, I think you and I will get along even better than I first expected. Let's go to my mansion, yeah? I'll make you a drink and you can show me just how good Muggleborn witches are with sex magic."

A small smile breaks through her tightly pursed lips. "You do realize you'll never be the same again, Lucius Malfoy?"

"That IS what I'm counting on."

THE END