Not sure if many people remember a story I posted on here on October 13th last year, but I finally got around to finishing the next two parts of the series and typed up part two, so here it is for your salicious pleasure!

I've been enjoying the stories on restrictedsection.org so much that I was finally inspired to write one myself. Now, for those of you who don't know about Harry Potter fanfic, especially the adult stuff, just imagine it being two high school kids instead, (with one of them's dads) and you've got the basic idea behind the characters in the story. I've emailed the admin at rs.org to have it posted, and it should be online soon, but you could either read it here or on my site:

Wandering Hands

Draco mused over his girlfriend's recent suggestion of potential bedmates. Hermione may be adventurous when it came to sex- this suggestion proved it- but who she'd picked was what was so interesting. When pressed to name who she'd most like to have join them, she'd named Professor Snape...and his father. Not that he thought either man would truly protest joining in the fun, but he worried about his father's reaction when he discovered who his son was sleeping with. As far back as their second year, he would occasionally hear his father muttering about the too-smart-for-her-own-good Mudblood Granger. But Draco had realized that his father's beliefs weren't necessarily his own. They'd had a furious row when he'd refused to join the Death Eaters, but after Draco had refused to some home for the Christmas holidays that year, Lucius had dropped the issue. The fact that Draco had used the opportunity to further his budding romance with Hermione was simply a bonus.

Thinking about the best way to go about informing his father, he came up behind Hermione in the Head Girl's rooms across from his own. He started nibbling on the sensitive spot just where her shoulders met her neck. She moaned and let her head drop back against his shoulder.

"So who so you think we should try for first?" she asked.

"Well, considering Snape is still our professor for a few more months, my guess would be my father," Draco responded hesitantly.

Hermione turned around to face him and frames his face between her hands. "Don't worry. I'm sure this Mudblood can think of something he'd like," she said kissing him deeply.

Draco winced at the slur he'd so often thrown at her in his younger days. "You know how my father can be, but if you think you know how, I believe you."


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Lucius pored over the scroll from his son; the owl waited patiently for his return message.

Father-
I will be arriving for semester break in one week. I would enjoy getting together if you have the time. I am bringing a friend with whom I will be spending most of the week with.
-Draco

Lucius smiled- it was good that his son seemed to be at least showing at least an appetite sexually, even if he didn't share his father's views. But Lucius knew Draco probably didn't understand that, much like his good friend Severus, Lucius kept up appearances of being a good Pureblood because he knew that to do else was practically suicide. So he let his son believe that his extreme leanings were of his own choosing. It was easier that way. Getting his own parchment, he wrote out a concise reply saying how he would enjoy the opportunity, and would Draco send word when he arrived? Attaching it to the bird, he wandered into his study to contemplate.


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One week later, Lucius received word from one of the house elves that Hermione Granger was there to see him. Not sure what to make of her appearance at Malfoy Manor, he instructed her to be shown into the library. Though he would be loathe to admit it to most, reading had always soothed him as little else had after his wife's death in the final battle against Voldemort, so he had quite an extensive library, which he was sure would captivate Miss Granger. He arrived to find her looking over the tomes about sex magic and couldn't help but grin in male appreciation as he silently observed her. She had discarded her school robes in favor of a nice jersey knit the color of garnets. Being a man, Lucius couldn't help but to admire how the dress caressed her full breasts and her luscious behind. He groaned involuntarily at the images he had of her lying on the nearby couch, that dress up over her head.

Said head shot up at his groan, and Lucius could have sworn she'd then licked her lips in anticipation.

But anticipation of what? he wondered.

He knew she thought he hated her both for her mixed blood and for being one of Harry Potter's best friends. But, being truly honest with himself for once, his coldness had been more due to the growing attraction he had for the brainy brunette and the knowledge that she'd probably slap him if she knew what he imagined doing to her. Putting those quite entertaining thoughts to the back of his mind, he walked over to the decanter and poured himself a glass of wine.

"How may I be of service to you, Miss Granger?"

Hermione smirked at his choice of words. "Well, to start off, might I have some wine? What kind is it?"

"A Pinot Noir," he replied as he poured her a glass and handed it to her. "I find it kinder on the palate than a Merlot or Cabernet."

Hermione took a sip and nodded in appreciation. "Very nice," she murmured as she ran her hand along the spines of the books she'd been glancing at earlier.

"Interested in spells for virgin's blood, Miss Granger?"

"Oh, I'm no virgin, Mr. Malfoy." Hermione said, glancing up at him over the rim of her wine glass.

I wonder who the bastard was. She needs someone to match her fire! he thought viciously.

As if off his thoughts, Hermione poked at the fire in the grate.

"Again, Miss Granger, I ask how I may help you."

Hermione cocked her head to the side. "You really want to help me with what I want?"

"Yes." Anything to get this done so I can imagine in private.

"Fine," she said, placing her glass on a nearby table. She marched over to him, grabbed his lapels and pulled him down into a kiss.

Lucius closed his eyes, enjoying the reality far better than he ever had with the fantasy. Her ground his lips against hers for a moment longer as she moved her arms around his neck. He came up for air and realized the position he was in. He went to pull her arms down, but she only leaned in towards him so that her hips were now flush against his.

"Miss Granger-"

"Shut up and kiss me, Lucius," she demanded. Not one to ignore a lady's command, he lowered his head to capture her lips again, as one hand went to cradle her head. She moaned against his mouth as his hands roamed down her body. They gripped her ass firmly, bringing her body more fully against his. He knew she could feel how hard she was making him and that only fueled his fired even more. He nibbled on her bottom lip, making her whimper as he picked her up, and with her legs wrapped around his waist, carried her to the couch.


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Hermione lay back against the couch, her legs slightly splayed as she idly stroked her thigh. If she had known going into this how much fun seducing Lucius would be, she probably would have tried it sooner. She watched as Lucius loosened his robes and lay them across a chair before stalking over to her, his eyes bright with lust.
"You do understand what you're getting into, Miss Granger?"

"Actually, if I have my way, it'll be what you'll be getting into, not me," she responded saucily.

"Sassy little minx," he muttered, ranging over her on the couch for a moment, his hands braced on either side of her head. He lowered his head and kissed her, running his tongue across the seam of her lips before she sighed in pleasure and let him in. Their tongues dueled while their hands were busy. Hermione had his shirt half open and was rubbing her hands up and down his chest while Lucius was discovering that the delightful Miss Granger had conveniently forgotten her bra. He grazed his nails across her breasts, causing her to moan then whimper as he tongued one nipple through the fabric of her dress. Kneeling by the couch, he slowly pulled the dress down so it was around her waist, leaving her torso bare.

Taking a moment to enjoy the sight, Lucius took in her high, coral tipped breasts that now had a slight pinkish hue due to her arousal. Pleased she was enjoying herself, he lowered his head to the other nipple while he pinched the slightly wet one in between his fingers. He kept at it for a while, alternating hand and mouth with both breasts until he sat back and saw both nipples now shiny and engorged. Hermione, her eyes glazed, stood up and pulled him up to his feet. Kneeling in front of him, she ran her hands along his erection and looked up at him with anticipation hot in her eyes. With a wicked grin that reminded him of his son for some reason, Hermione slowly began to unbutton his trousers and watched his cock spring free of its confines. Licking her lips again and enjoying his groan from above, Hermione leaned forward and began to take him in her mouth. He was a little longer than Draco, but not as thick. Licking up the underside of his cock, she grasped it at the base with one hand while she used the other to play with herself. Lucius groaned in appreciation for whomever she'd spent plenty of time practicing her techniques with. If nothing else, she knew how to suck cock and suck it well! Then he felt her mouth lower to tongue and suck on his balls while her spit slicked hand never stopped moving. He was enjoying this so very much, but he wasn't about to spill right here, right now like some green boy even if her hands were on his ass and her hot wet mouth was sucking on him for all she was worth.

So decided, he pulled out of her mouth with an audible "pop" and lay her back onto the couch. He slid his hands up under her arms, then glided his fingers down the sides of her breasts and pushed her dress down as he went to reveal that Hermione, in fact, hadn't worn ANY underwear, not that he would have ever complained about the lack. And it made for a very pretty view- her slit naked but for a little brown hair in a line pointing towards heaven. And, if he wasn't mistaken, she was already wet. So he finished pushing the dress off as she tore off her shoes. Lucius knelt in front of her much like a supplicant at a pagan temple. He put his hands under her hips to pull her closer to his mouth, and lowered his head to worship her with tongue and teeth. He snaked one hand up to ply a nipple while one finger of his other hand probed at her wet opening. Sucking and nibbling on her clit, he scissored two long, deft fingers in and out of her. Testing her comfort level, he lowered his head, still fingering her all the while, to tongue at her asshole.
When all she did was moan, Lucius, encouraged, laved her ass and while he returned his mouth to her clit, one finger, already wet from her pussy, gently probed her ass. Always slow and soothing, Lucius soon had a finger up her ass, which he began sawing in and out to the same rhythm and when he had it in her pussy. He glanced up as he felt her ass grip his finger to see her eyes roll back, and her back arch as she flooded his mouth. Pulling away and muttering a quick cleansing spell, he took the time to remove the rest of his clothing before returning to her. He kissed her heavy lidded eyes then her luscious lips as he gently slid into her hot, tight sheath. She was so tight he nearly came, be he relaxed, knowing he had more in store for her. He slid in and out in nice long strokes for a time before he flipped her on her side, one leg up around his hip and the other extended. Hermione moaned and began repeating her assent over and over, especially when he picked his pace and she came again with a cry.

She looked up at him. "Give it to me on my hands and knees, Lucius. I know you want me like that," she said with a lick of her lips. Obliging her, he sank into her pussy balls deep and started pounding away hard and fast, while Hermione started keening from the sensations. Thankful she'd be relaxed and loose enough for this next maneuver not to be too painful, he pulled out, stuck two fingers into her sopping wet cunt and started spreading the juices all over her ass. He pressed his thumb up against her ass waiting for her to get used to that first before he went to slide his cock up it. After he felt her relax some more, he slowly pressed his cockhead against her ass. She turned back to look at him, lust the primary emotion on her face. "Oh, yes, Lucius. Fuck me up my pretty little ass. You know you've been staring at it for a while," she purred, urging him on.

Needing no more encouragement, he slid up her ass slowly and gently as they then groaned in unison. After taking a moment to enjoy the sensations, he started sliding in and out gently, so she could get used to it. But when she moaned and shoved her ass back against his hips, he realized this wasn't virgin territory either. Part aroused and part upset he hadn't been able to be her first in at least this caused him to start ramming his stiff cock up her ass until he came, shouting her name. He dimly her her cries as she too came again. Near exhausted, he pulled out muttered the cleaning spell again, then lay down behind her, curling her against him as she conjured a light blanket and they both fell into oblivion.



Chapter 2

He awoke some time later and was pleased, for some strange reason, that Hermione still lay asleep beside him. He could have never imagined that she would have wanted him; such a passionate creature from someone she knew to be icy as they came. Disconcerted at his train of thought, considering what had recently occurred, he tried to get up and off the couch without waking her. No luck with that, as she turned to look at him and smiled. He opened his mouth to speak when he heard Draco calling for him. Grabbing his robe up again, he met Draco halfway up the hallway.

"I apologize, Father, but I came in yesterday and wasn't sure if my message had gotten here or not."

"No, I didn't receive any owls, if that's what you mean."

Draco smirked as he walked down towards the library. "No, I sent something a little more personal than an owl."

Lucius watched his son approach the library doors and had an irrational urge to run and bar the doors, but he was a grown man. If Draco wanted to know whether or not his father was still human enough to desire companionship (or just friendship with some physicality, as with Severus) well then, he'd just have to deal with it. But it was all he could do not to gape at the utter absence of Hermione when his son walked into the library and poured himself some whiskey.

Had she only been waiting for me to leave to apparate herself home? he wondered, just as Hermione wandered back in, towel drying her hair, having apparently just found the adjoining bath and made good use of it.

She walked up to Lucius and nibbled on his bottom lip. Ignoring his son for one moment, he pulled Hermione close, making the towel she'd wrapped around herself fall to the floor. He deepened the kiss she'd started as he vaguely heard his son make a comment. Eyes blazing, he looked up only to notice Draco was now shirtless. "What did you just say, whelp?"

"I said that it seems like the message was received and quite well, from the looks of things."

"What the hell?!" Lucius exploded, and went to step closer to his son, when Hermione stopped him with a hand to his chest.

"What he means, Lucius, is that I'm whom Draco is staying- and sleeping- with," she informed him, her heart breaking at the utter anguish and loss in his eyes.

"You mean that you're his?" he asked, looking lost.

"Look here, Father, I think-" Draco started, but Hermione held up a hand to silence him.

"Yes, I am, Lucius, but we want me to be yours as well."

"You do?" he asked incredulously.

Hermione pulled him down into a kiss before answering. "Yes, I want you- both of you."

Overcome, Lucius crushed his lips to hers in a brief, but brutal kiss before leading her upstairs, Draco following close behind.


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Hermione knelt on the bed, Draco in front of her and Lucius behind. He pulled his robe back off while Hermione went to work on Draco's clothes. Coming up behind her, Lucius started nibbling and licking his way up Hermione's spine while reaching a hand around to play with a nipple. Draco kissed Hermione and told his father about how sensitive her neck was.

A feral smirk on his face, Lucius took his son's advice, smiling when he found that nibbling on the right side of her neck made her lose all sense of concentration. Draco smiled good-naturedly as he threw his trousers to the ground and led his girlfriend's right hand to his hardening cock. She started stroking him, too far gone in lust to bother with her usual good technique. That, and Lucius was doing wicked things to her neck. Lucius then whispered in her ear for her to lean forward. As she did so, she found Draco's cock in front of her, all purple and engorged. She nuzzled his balls while continuing to stroke him, then allowed her boyfriend to pull her up enough so she could suck on it. She moaned onto his cock as Lucius began eating her out from behind for a little while. She felt him even tongue her ass again before she felt his hot cock probing for entrance at her wet slit. She pushed her hips back towards the older wizard while never stopping her sucking on the cock in front of her.

Grabbing her hips, Lucius lunged forward, sheathing himself inside of her in one stroke. Hermione shrieked around Draco's cock as his father started pounding away in her pussy again. Hermione keened with her mouth full as Lucius made her cum again, having pushed her over the edge quicker than usual with a couple of swift twists of her clit. Still panting from her release, she pushed Draco into a prone position and quickly straddled him, sinking down on him then leaning forward so Lucius could get behind them.
"I want you both- one in each hole. I want to be stuffed full of Malfoy meat," she demanded, a playful glint in her eye.

"Yes, Father, she's been talking about wanting to do this for a while now," Draco informed him.

"Oh really now?" he queried, slicking his cock up and slowly sliding it up her ass. Hermione hissed at the slight pain as her body slowly adjusted to being filled so fully. Once the two men saw her shoulders relax, Draco eased out a bit from her pussy as Lucius plunged further in. They soon got into a rhythm of one being almost out while the other was all the way in until the girl in between them was beyond coherent speech, and reduced to repeated demands of "More! Harder! Please fuck me!" which the two Malfoys were more then willing to oblige her.

"Oh, god yes!" Draco cried, going balls deep and emptying into her pussy as Lucius sped up his pace in her ass until she screamed from the pleasure and collapsed onto Draco as Lucius came up her ass. The two men pulled out and Lucius said the cleansing spell before pulling the covers out so all three could cuddle up, Hermione once again between the two men.

She looked at both of them in turn with heavy lidded eyes. "We'll have to do this again after I take a nap."

Draco chuckled sleepily before cuddling her against him while Lucius lay facing away from her so she could spoon up against him. "We'll definitely do that, luv. Most definitely."