Chapter Twenty-One

"As you can see, Kingsley, when you send Hermione and I on a mission, we most certainly deliver," said Lucius with a wry smile. He was standing a circumspect distance away from her, and Hermione had taken his cue and was behaving in a more subdued manner as well.

"And who is this lovely vision you've brought along with you?" asked Kingsley in a smooth voice as he took the hand of the princess, now in her human form, and kissed it in a rather suave manner. "This cannot possibly be the thousands of years old dragon princess of legend you told me you had in tow. My dear, you can't possibly be over a hundred."

The princess actually giggled and blushed, much to the surprise of Lucius and Hermione as they looked on. She said, "I haven't been accused of being that age in centuries, you sweet talker. You're most definitely a leader who knows how to get what he wants. Tell me, Lord Kingsley, do you greet all important dignitaries in such a fashion?"

"Oh no, I've never had one such as yourself to greet," he answered as he began to walk her away. "May I show you around the Ministry office, and tell you of our history, my dear? It would be my great honor to bring you up to speed on current events. Believe me, the Grimoire is in good hands with those two—especially Hermione. Books are what she cares about more than anything else in the world—"

"Well, how do you like that?" Hermione commented as the two disappeared out the door without another look toward either of them.

Lucius chuckled as he watched the door close behind them with a rather quiet click. He turned and looked at Hermione for a moment, and then she realized at exactly the same moment that he did that their departure had left them completely alone in their big room full of books.

"I like it just fine, Miss Granger," Lucius commented dryly as he closed the distance between them in one hasty step, pulling her rather clumsily into his arms. His hip knocked a jar of quills off the desk. A pot of ink tumbled over and spilled its contents on the floor. The papers Hermione had picked up and started to file fell from her fingertips and scattered about, forgotten as her arms flew about his neck.

"This is not a good way to run a tight ship, Lucius Malfoy," she admonished him with a giggle as his lips descended on hers.

"Oh, I know," he agreed as he lifted her off her feet and looked around for someplace to set her down. He turned around and carried her over to the desk. He whisked everything that was on it out of the way. Papers, books, quills and ink went flying in all directions. The distinct sound of something glass breaking made both of them wince momentarily.

"What do you think you're doing, then?" she demanded as her pert behind hit the cool, smooth surface and then he slid her to the edge and spread her legs open, wrapping them around his torso so he could press his hardened need against her wetness.

"I promise, Hermione, after today, things will be different," he said hungrily against her lips.

"Different?" she chuckled, kissing him back for all she was worth.

Lucius slid his hands down to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, rolling the nipples he could feel even through the smooth silk. Hermione moaned into his mouth, and their tongues twined eagerly together. One of his hands moved down to pull at her panties so he could slide a finger inside to play with her.

"Mm-hmm," he said, rubbing her lightly. "From now on, we'll be good little sailors here at work, and only play after hours."

"Really?" she said distractedly, her head rolling back as she began to thoroughly enjoy his ministrations.

"Yes, my love," he said. "I promise, from now on everything will be smooth sailing."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," she answered with a secret smile as he rocked her world.

~~~FINIS~~~