Ghostly Curse

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Caresses in the Dark

Lucius sat stunned at the end of Hermione’s bed. He was stunned at her courageous display. He hadn’t missed her shaking fingers as she had made to unbutton her blouse and expose herself to his view. He also hadn’t missed the angry challenge in her eyes as she informed him that he had mistaken her for someone that was virginal.

Curiosity filled him at that. Hermione had been hurt. Someone had hurt her badly for her to be so angry with him. Yes, and now her undressing before him was her blatant refusal to let anyone else hurt her.

Absently rubbing his lip with his forefinger, Lucius turned and stared at the bed. His smile was almost secretive as he allowed himself to fade. After all… it was a challenge she had issued to him and he would be a fool not to answer it…

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When Hermione finished her bath, she summoned her courage and entered the bedchamber with only her towel wrapped around her. She had taken to sleeping naked during her brief but once happy marriage to Severus. When he left her for Ginny Potter, she had made he decision that she would never again let a man have control over her.

Glancing around the room, she sighed in relief when she realized Lucius had gone. Ignoring a little twinge of disappointment, she moved to the bed and dropped the towel beside it. Taking her wand off the nightstand, she sent the towel back to the bathroom. Then, with a relieved sigh, she slid under the sheets. The silk felt good on her bare skin and she relaxed, knowing she could sleep late if she wanted. There would be no angry voices come morning, insisting she get up and go help with brewing the latest potion.

She would help Lucius. In fact, she wanted to help him. But she’d be damned if another man would dictate to her how she would live and what she would accept. She refused to let herself fall into yet another trap of being made to jump for everyone else. From now on, she would decide her own fate. No one would make those decisions for her.

As she settled into her pillow and closed her eyes, she felt the bed settle as if another weight was joining her. Opening her eyes slowly, she raised her head and glanced around. Not seeing anyone, she smirked. “Good imagination, ‘Mione.” Relaxing back against her pillow, she sighed, and stretched. “Go to sleep, girl!”

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Lucius wondered the halls of his ancestral home, thinking on his luck. Miss Granger was a passionate nymph that definitely deserved to be savored. He had been shocked at her daring. He may be separated from his body, but he was not entirely without his magic.

A smile spread across his face at the thought of the delights he could show her. He would be unable to reach completion himself, but to him, most of the fun had always been watching the witch he was with tremble as she surrendered control and let his fingers take her to levels of passion they’d never known before him.

His smile slid from his lips as he paused in the hall before her door. She was not Narcissa. A sharp pain lanced through his heart. He had loved her. He had been faithful to her. Even after he had sworn to her when he proposed that he may love her, but he could never be faithful. It just wasn’t in his make-up, he had said. But after the first time with her, when he had taken her virginity, he knew he would take no other for as long as they both lived.

Now he stood outside the door of another woman. His wife was gone from this world. He would never hold her again. His beloved Narcissa was beyond his reach, but the lovely young flower behind this door wasn’t. Perhaps he could take comfort in her arms for the time being.

Sliding his spirit into her room, he drifted to her bed and stood over her sleeping form. Her curly brunette locks covered her pillow. She was breathtaking in her sleep. He felt a stirring within himself as he moved to join her on the bed. Opening his mind he murmured a spell to rid him of the illusion of his clothing. Then, even softer, he whispered a spell to allow him to join her in her dreams……Hermione walked along the beach staring out at the waves, enjoying the view. It was peaceful and she was happy here. The sun was setting over the water, giving her a magical view filled with magnificent color.

Suddenly, a seductive voice whispered in her ear, “This isn’t quite what I expected of your dreams, Hermione. But it is very nice, just the same.”

Turning to stare at the owner of the voice, she was stunned to see Lucius Malfoy standing before her. “What are you doing here?”

Lucius offered her a slow smile. “You invited me. I wouldn’t have come if you hadn’t wanted me to.”

Glancing away, she admitted the truth of his words. She did want him here. On some incredibly odd level, she had been waiting for him to show up. “You’re right. I do want you here.” She shook her head. “But I don’t know why.”

Lucius closed the distance between them, taking her in his arms. “Perhaps it is because I can help you forget the pain.” He shrugged. “If only for tonight.” As he spoke, he slid his hand beneath the hem of her sundress.

Before she could even react, he had pulled her dress up and over her head. Gasping, she looked down to find herself exposed to his roving eyes. As she moved to cover herself with her arms, he stopped her with his.

Shaking his head, he spoke softly. “No, don’t hide yourself from me. Not after you gave me such a tantalizing view so up close and personal earlier.” leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss against the hollow of her neck, drawing a moan from her.

“You wanted me to touch you even then. I know it. Let me give you what you want.”

Feeling terribly wanton, but unable to deny what she felt, she answered, “yes. Please, touch me, Lucius.”With a smile, he watched her eyes as he slid his hand over her flesh. As she felt his soft touch against her bare breast she stretched luxuriously into it, reveling in his touch. His warm caress slid from the underside of her breast to circle the nipple, causing it to pebble under the attention it was receiving.

A moan escaped her as his other hand traveled down the path of her abdomen to the juncture between her legs. When his fingers touched the nub within her slit, she gasped as her breathing became more labored. Biting her lip, she reached out to touch him, but stopped when he shook his head. “This is all for you tonight, my dear.” He smiled as he rubbed her most sensitive spot harder. “I’ll let you return the favor another time.”

His free hand grasped hers, and pulled it away as the other continue to work on her most sensitive spot, drawing a cry from her as he teased and drew a violent orgasm from her. Crying out, she startled herself awake.

She could feel the dampness between her legs where she had come. Her body trembled with the aftermath. Whimpering, she wondered at the force of her dream before the true impact of what had just happened hit her.

Eyes widening, she turned and grabbed her wand. “Lumos!” Swinging back around, she stared into the empty darkness. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she whispered, “Lucius?”

Silence answered her and she started to relax, thinking perhaps it really was only a vivid dream until she heard a deep chuckle, followed by a soft. “That was most rewarding.” Chuckle. “We’ll have to do it again soon.”

At her shocked gasp, he whispered, “Perhaps even again tonight. What say you?”

With an outraged scream, Hermione hurled a pillow in the direction of the voice and was rewarded by the same baritone chuckle. “Missed me, pet.”

As the room lapsed into silence, Hermione knew he had finally departed. Ashamed and embarrassed, she ran to the bathroom to cleanse herself. As she stood under the hot shower, what shamed her the most wasn’t that Lucius had taken advantage. Instead it was the fact that her trembling was from finding herself wanting more…