A/N: Hello Everyone. Yes, I'm back again. =) Here is a little series of one-shots that came to me and just had to be written. Though to be honest, the summery really doesn't do it justice. It's not that long, so don't expect a full and long tale or anything. I'm currently working on something much longer though, so don't worry about it being so short and not getting enough lovely romantic moments, with lots of tension and build up. Or enough Smut. However, I will warn you that this story is pure smut and rated MA for a very good reason. So much so that I was worried that it might be a bit excessive, but again, it was meant as a short and sex filled series, so it apparently hits its mark in that regard. lol. So if you're not eighteen years old, please don't read any further. Also, I do not condone cheating on your partner, however, this tale kind of called for it. So I hope you do not fault me too badly for the way this story goes.

Special Thanks to KristineThorn, my very wonderful beta, for taking the time to look this over when she has been so very busy with her own personal stuff. I really appreciate it, and I'm glad I got you interested in Luscious Lucius, because that man is dead sexy. Yum!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the HP universe, I merely write all of this for fun, for free, and because I enjoy inflicting my perviness on all my faithful readers. LOL.

When the Masks Come Off

Part One:

She watched him discretely as he spoke in the corner. He was beautiful to watch, even with his face mostly covered as it was now with his black silk mask. She had been doing her best to ignore him for years, but he always drew her honey colored eyes.

She saw him at the Ministry, she saw him in Diagon Alley, she saw him everywhere it seemed. Even within the walls of her dear friends' home that she'd partially grown up in too. Though that wasn't surprising since Ginny was married to his son, and had been for six years.

It was only natural that she'd see him at the parties and dinners at the Burrow. It wasn't that much of a stretch that she would be in his home sometimes either. Ginny considered her family, and family gatherings were held in his home on occasion. Just like family gatherings were held at the Burrow, though he didn't attend those as often. Molly still didn't like him much. Even with him actually trying to be decent to them for his son's sake.

She'd gotten to know the elder Malfoy over the years. Spoken with him on many occasions and found that since the war ended, a lot of his views had changed. Losing his wife when Voldemort sent the killing curse at her, after learning of her traitorous lie that Harry was dead during the final battle, had changed him.

She saw his lips curve into a small smile and felt her heart flutter and belly clench as she stood hidden in the crowd that filled his ballroom. She loved his smiles. They weren't as rare as they used to be, but they still were not always as full as she knew they could be.

She'd only seen a full smile on his face a handful of times, all pertaining to his son. Draco's wedding had been the first occasion she'd seen the dazzling smile, the birth of his grandson had been the second. She'd seen a few more, but not many.

He was gorgeous when he smiled too. Who am I kidding? She wondered with a sigh, he always looks gorgeous.

She saw his eyes shift slightly about the room and land on her, and his perfectly groomed eyebrow rose slightly, a hint of curiosity in the gesture. She didn't think he knew who she was tonight. The masked celebration that she was attending at Malfoy Manor had been one that she decided to attend at the last moment.

Her dress was not like anything she'd ever worn before, she never wore anything this daring. She never wore things that molded to her frame like it was painted on and showed more flesh than she'd ever exposed while still dressed before. Her hair, charmed with a new gag from Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, was an odd shade of mint green tonight to go with the deeper green of her dress, and it was pulled up in a sexy up-do.

Many witches tonight had odd colored hair, it was the latest thing. Though Hermione had only done it so no one recognized her. Not even Ginny realized it was her under her mask of white satin that was trimmed in silver that hid everything from her forehead to just above her lips.

Hermione rarely wore green or silver, and never together. It was Slytherin colors after all, and she was a proud Gryffindor. A proud Gryffindor who is lusting after a certain Slytherin snake that is old enough to be your father, she though dismally.

Knowing that, it didn't stop her lust either. She wanted him, had wanted him for years, but it was impossible. He didn't see her that way, and even if he did, she was married. Married to one of Ginny's brothers, to be exact, and had been for the last three years. Lucius was in a way, family to her too.

But those gray eyes stayed on hers, as his lips quirked a small bit, still in conversation, but not giving it his full focus anymore. Hermione swallowed and picked up a glass of wine from a passing waiter.

This is insane, she thought briefly as she kept eye contact with him. What you are doing here, your thoughts as you dressed for tonight are crazy and wrong. What are you doing?

She took a calm sip of her wine, the expensive golden liquid helping the nerves that were quivering inside her. She had a plan, a plan that was sheer madness. But who would know? She figured it wasn't that surprising that she had an insane plan when she'd slowly been going insane for years.

No one knew she was coming tonight. They all thought she had that conference that would keep her out of town for the next three days. But she didn't go. She really hadn't needed to go anyway. It was an excuse. An excuse to be gone instead of here, or at least that was what everyone believed.

But when it came up, it made her realize just how perfect all of this was. Everyone thought she was gone, she was wearing a dress no one would believe she even looked at or would buy, let alone have the guts to wear it. Her hair, a dead give away most days, was sleeked back into pretty curls that were swept up in a mature, yet stylish do, and it was green.

She already used a spell that would drop the octave of her voice a few measures, making her sound like someone different, and the masks were charmed to not come off until morning. One of Ginny's ideas to make the party more fun.

No one would know it was her. Not her sister-in-law that was dancing with Draco, her brother-in-law Draco, not her husband whom she'd already spoken to and saw he didn't recognize her either. Not the man she had her eyes on for the night. A man she hoped to bed before the evening was over too.

Yes, it was cheating, but she was beyond caring. She wanted him. Needed him. Having him was the key to her sanity. Without it, she'd just lose it all and go crazy, or at least more crazy than she already was. She had to do this. She was going to do this.

Keeping her eyes on his, she gave him a sexy smile. His brow raised just a fraction more at her smile too. He was intrigued, she could tell.

It wasn't long before he excused himself and slowly made his way towards her. Pausing briefly to do his duty as host and say a few words here and there, but his gaze never left hers. The same gaze that always drew her eye with its intense piercing quality, though she normally did a good job of not letting hers linger on his too long.

Tonight she didn't have to worry about anyone noticing her staring, not even him. Tonight, she wasn't Hermione Weasley. Instead she was just a woman that had plans of seduction in mind for the man she was watching.

He broke away again and finally reached her. "Hello, my dear. How are you this evening?" He asked, his question almost making her falter. He couldn't know who she was.

She gave him another pretty smile. "I'm doing well and yourself?" Safe in speaking with the slightly husky quality of her voice.

His lips curved more, giving a slightly larger smile than he normally did, but still not as full and bright as she knew it could be, though his eyes held more curiosity now. "Splendid. Are you here alone this evening?"

She nodded. "Yes, I am." Praying she didn't give herself away.

His eyes raked over her. "Hmm...really? I don't recall seeing you on the final guest list. Did you come with one of my guests?"

She shrugged, her lie already well practiced. "A friend let me join her, but...she's already retired for the evening and I decided to stay."

He tsked softly several times. "She left you all alone. That won't do at all. I guess I'll have to insure that you have proper company to keep you entertained, as my duties as host requires, of course."

She smiled again. "That would be very...generous of you. Though...you're not required to entertain me."

He gave her an appraising look. "Nonsense, it would be my pleasure. Have you had a chance to take a proper tour of the Manor yet? Or has your...friend...neglected that as well?"

Hermione was unsure exactly what to make of his comment. The way he said friend made her think he was aware of her ruse, but it was impossible. She hadn't given herself away, she was sure of it.

However, his question could be a step in the right direction to her plans. "I would love a tour, if you are sure it would be alright to leave your guests." Neither confirming, nor denying if she'd already seen his home or not.

Lucius gave her that full smile that she loved, seeing it she felt her knees weaken just a tiny bit as the fluttering in her became more rapid, and the clenching in her belly grew. "I'm sure it would be fine, my dear. I'd love to...show you about." He said smoothly.

He extended his arm and she gladly took it, walking with him slowly as if this wasn't the least bit out of the ordinary for either of them. Once outside the main ballroom in which the party was being held, he took her on a short tour of the floor they were on.

Pointing out many things that Hermione, at the moment, couldn't have cared less about. Getting to the stairs, he looked at her, his brow raising again. "Would you care to see more, my dear?"

Hermione didn't even pause to think about it. "I'd love to."

His eyes swept over her again and he led her up the stairs. Showing her many paintings along the way, a few sculptures as they walked down the long hallways. She knew where his bedroom was, she'd passed it many times while walking with Ginny to the redhead's room that she shared with Draco in the family wing.

The closer they got to it, the faster her heart started to beat, and she prayed that the mild tremor she felt in her hand wasn't noticeable. They paused at a painting opposite his bedroom door, where Lucius took a few moments to speak of how long he'd had the painting and how he acquired it.

Hermione already knew it was an original Kandinsky oil painting, though he didn't mention the artist at all. The title of it was Path to Abstraction and it was breathtaking to look at. She had taken many moments to simply gaze in awe at it over the years. It was her favorite piece of art in his home.

"Beautiful, isn't it, my dear?" He asked, his eyes on her again.

"Yes, its...my favorite I think, of all of Kandinsky's work." Hermione said, her eyes sweeping over all of the pretty shades of blue and green. "I always thought he was trying to show exactly what sound would look like, if a person could actually see the waves it made." Her trembles starting to ease as she took in the lovely piece of art.

"I think you might be right, my dear." He said, drawing her gaze once again. "Have you seen enough? Or shall I show you more?" His eyes seeming to search hers.

Swallowing down the nervousness that was trying to rear its ugly head again, she smiled. "More." She said, letting a touch of heat enter her eyes as she said this.

His own eyes seemed to burn a bit as he took her in and with a nod, he turned and opened the door to his bedroom, gesturing her inside, but not touching her to lead her. Almost as if to say it was her choice.

Chin lifting, knowing there was no turning back once she went into his private chamber, she walked in, her steps sure and confident. Moving to the center of the dimly lit room, she turned to find he'd already closed the door silently and was only a few steps away from her.

His eyes raking over her figure in the tight and barely there dress, his head tilted a tiny bit. "Last chance to change your mind, my dear. Once I touch you...there is no turning back."

Hermione almost faltered again at his words, but again she knew he couldn't know who she was and instead of answering, she closed the distance between them. "I hope you know that works both ways. Once I touch you...I'll not let you change your mind either."

"I can guarantee that won't happen, my sweet. I've wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you." He said, and his hand reached up to snake around her waist.

If only that were true, she thought fleetingly before his lips found hers. The kiss was gentle, a soft meeting of lips before his tongue traced the seam of her lips, as if asking for permission to enter. Something she gave willingly, by parting her lips to glide her tongue with his.

Bloody hell, he tastes so good. She thought a moment before he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer against him. His arms around her, his hands molded her body to his as she let her hands tangle in his long platinum hair.

She pulled her hands from his hair a short time later, as he continued kissing her, finding the edges of his outer dress robes, she pushed them off of him. Letting them slide to the floor without a second thought as she moved onto the satin vest underneath, undoing the gleaming silver buttons and removing that as well.

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck as she tried to focus on the buttons of his shirt, wondering why he had to wear so many layers. Her fingers were fumbling as he nipped his way down her neck, and he quickly moved to help her. The buttons sliding free with ease before he pulled the shirt off to join the other articles of his clothes already on the floor.

Her hands trailing over the pale skin hidden underneath, he brought his lips back to hers as he found the zipper holding her dress in place. The sound of it sliding down was loud in the near silent room, and had her shivering slightly before the dress slipped down her body to pool at her feet.

She shifted slightly to step out of it and kick it away, her bare breasts pressed into his chest as his hands skimmed over her golden skinned back. Her breathing speeding up, she touched the button of his trousers, but his hands stopped her.

He obviously wasn't ready for her to fully strip him yet. Instead, picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to his bed. Her shoes falling off of her feet to thump softly to the floor, one at a time, as he walked, not breaking the kiss at all the whole way.

She barely noticed the cloud-like mattress under her back as he laid them down on his bed. His hands ghosted over her skin as he broke the kiss to taste all the bare skin on his way to her breasts.

A soft moan escaped her as his tongue found her nipple that puckered at the first touch of his mouth, as his hand cupped her other breast and teased the other puckered nub as he tasted the first. Sucking on it, placing a soft bite on it before laving it with his tongue. All the attention he focused on the one breast, had her arching as another moan slipped out.

About the time she wasn't sure she could take much more, he moved and feasted on the second one. Earning a whole mess of fresh moans at his attention to it. Her hands were in his hair again, pressing him closer as she arched to feed him more of the ripe flesh.

When he'd had enough, he let his mouth trail down her belly, the muscles quivering as he touched and tasted more of her body along the way. Fire raced through her veins at all he was doing and he hadn't even touched her most sensitive of places yet.

Never had anyone worshiped her body like he was doing and the sensations were turning her to a trembling heap of sighs and moans. Her knickers were pulled down her legs easily as he moved farther down, trailing his tongue down each leg, leaving a small nip on the arch of her foot before moving back up to taste the inner part of her leg.

He skipped over the spot that was pouring more heat than it ever had before, placing a soft bite to each hip before starting the same path down her other leg. He gave her other foot the same soft nibble before he moved back up again, tasting the skin of her inner thigh and nipping it gently before spreading her wide.

His silver eyes locked onto her dark honey colored ones, both of their masks hiding the rest of their features above their lips, as he descended down to taste her her moist center. That first swipe of his tongue had her head pressing back into the pillow under her head, a gasp of pleasure escaping her, making him chuckle slightly and send a whole new mass of tingles racing through her at the vibrations.

She was moaning as he licked at her, his fingers slipping inside to stretch her and ready her to receive him. Pulling the tiny pulsing nub into his mouth to suck on as she cried out and arched her back, the blinding pleasure he was creating had her legs shaking as he brought her to her peak, letting her hang there a moment until, with a soft nip of his teeth, she went flying over with another harsh cry.

Tasting every drop of her release, he went on making her climb again to a new mountainous peak. This man was pure sinful pleasure, the things he was manipulating her body into doing, with only his hands and mouth, were extraordinary.

When she cried out again, he slithered up her body, his remaining clothes vanishing with nothing but a wave of his hand. Settling between her thighs, he pressed his palm flat against her belly and the swirling of the contraceptive charm had her shuddering after everything he'd just done to her.

"Are you ready for me, my sweet?" He asked her, his voice husky with his desire.

She brought her legs up to hook around his waist. "Yes...please..." She panted out, "I need you to...fill me." Her sanity that she feared for was teetering on the brink even more now. If he didn't slip inside her soon, she knew that she would fall over the edge of madness and never return.

Eyes the color of molten steel, his gaze burned into hers a moment before he kissed her again, letting her taste her essence that was on his tongue. Never before had she tasted herself like this and it had her legs tightening around him as more desire filled her.

As his tongue danced with her, he slowly shifted and eased himself inside her. Both having to break the kiss as her burning heat engulfed him, both gasping in pure bliss at him filling her, stretching her.

"So tight..." He groaned out as her hips lifted to bring him deeper inside her. "...so hot, my beautiful witch." Giving her a moment to adjust to him as they both savored the wonderful feeling of their bodies joining.

Hermione swallowed as her walls clenched and released around him, her body relaxing slowly as it got used to his girth and length inside her. "God, you feel so good." She said, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper, as her fingers sifting lightly through his hair.

His eyes glinted with fire behind his dark mask before his mouth found hers again, withdrawing slowly from her, only to glide back inside her. Moving gently only until he knew she was ready for more, then he picked up his pace.

Thrusting deeply inside her as his tongue matched his hips, swallowing her moans of pleasure as one hand slid down her frame to her hip, helping her find his rhythm. The other wrapped around her, holding her body to his as he moved.

Breaking the kiss, he reared back and slammed into her as his need grew beyond the fast thrusts he was already giving her. She cried out and arched into him, begging him to do it again.

Lips curving, he slammed into her again, making her cry out once more. He lifted her leg to rest on his shoulder as he pounded into her. Stroking her hard and fast as her moans grew in strength, her fingers digging into him more and more with each thrust.

His groans of delight mixing with her sounds of pleasure. "Scream for me, my sweet." He grunted out, feeling her body starting to tighten around him. "Let me hear...how much you love having me...," he grunted again, "...inside you."

Her body started to shake and shudder at the intense coiling inside her,and she cried out as he thrust even harder inside her at feeling her reactions to him. Everything was building to the point of almost being painful with how good it felt, and she finally screamed as he sent her flying over the edge.

Her walls vibrating as she clamped down on him, it only had him groaning louder as he hammered into her more. The effect of his powerful strokes had her raking her nails down his luminescent flesh as she quickly built towards a new release.

"Yes. Yes. God...yes." She cried out, seconds before she screamed his name as her world went crashing down around her deliciously.

Her walls tightened even more than before around him, the combination of her searing heat and trembling muscles milking his shaft, had him digging his fingers into her hips as he exploded inside her with a harsh grunt and final deep thrust.

Both panting, he collapsed on her, keeping as much weight off of her as possible. It was several moments before either could even think of moving. During which, she wrapped her arms around him as he eased her leg back down from his shoulder, holding him tightly to her as her body floated blissfully due to her orgasms.

Finally, he shifted, rolling onto his back and bringing her with him to rest on his chest. Neither speaking, only enjoying to peaceful tranquility inside them. Her hands on his chest next to her head, his stroked up and down her back lightly, making her shiver every now and then.

When her breathing was back to normal, she sat up enough to look down at him. His eyes met hers and she thought she saw a flicker of something inside them, but she wasn't sure what it was. It wasn't regret, but...it was something.

"I think that was the best tour I've ever had." She said softly.

He chuckled softly. "I have to say, I've never given a more enjoyable one either. Is...anyone...expecting you back anytime soon?" His eyes locked onto hers peaking out from her pale mask, almost like he was searching them for something.

Hermione shook her head. "No." Not saying anymore, afraid he'd ask for details that she couldn't and wouldn't share.

"We have a few hours before our masks can be removed. Would you care to spend them in here with me?" He asked her.

Her lips curved. "I couldn't think of a better way to pass the time. Are you...up for me staying?"

His pale blond brow rose, but instead of answering her, he flipped her onto her back and showed her that he was more than up for anything she had to offer. Both of them taking turns climbing on top of the other. He had her screaming almost all night, much to her delight, and his stamina impressed her greatly. He wasn't old by any means, but he wasn't a spring chicken anymore either.

Every time she straddled him, she had him appreciating the wonderful view of her bouncing body as she had him groaning out at how good she felt riding him. His hands leaving bruises on her hips and rump as she brought him to release several times during the night. His words of just how beautiful she looked with her head thrown back as she screamed her pleasure only had her working harder the next time she climbed on top of him, even if he didn't let her always stay on top.

Both were exhausted as the night faded to make way for morning. He never once asked after her identity, though it was obvious that she was well aware of who he was. His name slipped from her lips each time he brought her to an earth-shattering orgasm.

It wasn't until half an hour before she knew the charm would end on the masks, that they settled down to sleep. Only she didn't let herself sleep, though her body begged to let it rest. She knew she had three days that she could spend in his bed, three days that everyone thought she'd be gone for. However, if she stayed, there would not be a single way to explain to this luscious man why she'd knowingly climbed into his bed.

She didn't want to put him in the position of having to lie for her. She'd willingly made her choice to cheat. She did what she did to stop her mind from driving her insane with wanting him. She just hoped that her night in his bed and in his arms was enough to quell the desire she felt every time he crossed her thoughts, or her path.

When she heard his breathing evening out in sleep, she placed a soft kiss on his lips. Silently saying goodbye before slipping out of bed and pulling her clothes on as quietly as possible.

Pins long gone from her hair, she quickly wrapped it in a bun and shoved her wand through the tangled mess without even looking at it. Shoes still off, she chanced a final glance at him, taking a moment to watch him in sleep before with a soft and sad sigh, she left his room.

Tiptoeing downstairs while everyone still slept, she made her way out of the Manor and as soon as she cleared the wards, she apparated away. Getting to her room at the Three Broomsticks that she had gotten earlier since she couldn't go home yet, she fell into bed exhausted. Not even bothering to undress first, only removing her wand from her hair after her head was on the pillow, and tossing the white satin mask in her hands to the floor to be dealt with later.

A/N: More coming soon. I hope you had as much fun reading this as I did writing it. Time for a cold shower, lol. Take care all and please leave me your thoughts. New banner for this story too.