"I did! I went to Madam Pomfrey."
"What did she give you?"
"First she gave me a mild sleep inducer, but that didn't work. Then she gave me some Dreamless Sleep, but I felt awful the next day, and I couldn't remember anything I'd studied that night. I won't take it again!"
Lucifer sighed and tossed all her clothes to one side. "All right, don't get upset. I've got something that won't have that effect."
"I'll be able to study? And remember?"
"Yes. You need to enter the Dream Realm. Your brain needs to process what you've been thinking about. I've got something that will keep you asleep and let you dream. But you have to get at least seven and half hours of sleep with it. It will make you groggy if you try to get by on less." He could see her calculating when she'd have to end her late-night revising in order to get that amount of sleep.
"Okay."
Lucifer helped her off the counter and turned her around to face the mirror.
Her bum had been changing colors all week.
It was now green in some places, indicating it was on its way to healing.
If she'd been taking better care of herself, it would have been further along.
(Although, it was starting to coordinate with her plug, which he admired without comment.)
He tapped on the jewel. "Push it out."
Lucifer left her plug in the sink then got her into the tub. She sat with her legs pulled up, resting her face on her knees.
Reaching into his pocket, he fished out the phials.
Lucifer handed her the orange one. "Drink this."
"What is it?"
"Revitalizing Potion—to undo some of the damage you've done."
She tipped it down her throat and handed him back the empty tube.
He passed her the next. Hermione recognized the light blue liquid; it was the same potion he'd given her the night they'd been out to the Quidditch pitch.
The taste of rain ran over her tongue, and she shivered.
He held onto the last phial for after her bath; it would knock her out pretty fast.
He'd wait until she was in bed.
"How do you feel?" he asked, rolling up his sleeves.
"Weird."
"Weird how?"
"The first one made me feel kind of hot, like my muscles and brain are buzzing. The other one hasn't kicked in yet, but it felt like an icy finger going down my spine."
"The first one will wear off soon, once your body has repaired itself. The second one is going to make you groggy and dizzy, like last time but worse. Longterm stress takes longer to heal than just a short burst of adrenaline."
"Aren't you getting in?"
"I just want you to get warm and relaxed. I'll be here. Lie back. I want as much of you soaking in that solution as possible."
Hermione had never been in his tub alone, since Lucifer fixed enchantments of his own bathroom it replaced hers....she still had her shower head to play though.
It felt too big.
She'd left her hair in a messy pile on top of her head, so at least it wasn't getting wet.
The water felt wonderful, hot and comforting.
Leaning back, she submerged her tight muscles in the warmth.
She could hear him walking around in bedroom.
Every couple of minutes, he'd breeze past the door.
'Do I look so awful that he doesn't even want to take a bath with me?'
Hermione needed him to fuck her and drive out all her demons.
Sleeping the whole night with him sounded perfect; she wouldn't just in bed wishing she was with him for hours on end.
After fifteen long watery minutes, he finally came back.
"How're you feeling?" Lucifer asked.
"Drunk." She'd felt the same way at her cousin's wedding after her Mum had let her drink too much of that blue stuff....
He smirked. "Do you want to stay in longer?"
"No. My hands're pruning. Unless you're getting in too."
"Why don't we just get in bed." He held out his hand to pull her up.
"That sounds nice," she murmured.
He helped her stand, and the room started revolving. "Lucifer, the room's spinning."
Nodding, he wrapped a towel around her and picked her up again.
He carried her to the bed and used his wand to dry her. "Cold?"
Hermione tried to shake her head but that made the room tilt as well as spin. "I'm fine."
He took off her towel and tossed it over the chair. "Roll over. I want to put something on your arse."
"On it or in it?" she asked as she rolled to the middle of the bed.
He smirked at the back of her head. "On. There will be no in until you've gotten adequate sleep."
"No in at all?"
Her muffled incredulity made him chuckle. "At all."
"Lucifer, please. I need you. You haven't shagged me since last Tuesday."
"I didn't hear you complaining when you were coming all over my hand this week."
Hermione felt him climb up next to her and rub a blob of cream over her bum.
"I'm not complaining—I loved every second of it. I just miss you. I miss you being inside me."
He missed it too, but he would feel guilty shagging her in her current state.
Lucifer kissed her shoulder as he massaged her bum. "The sooner you take the sleeping potion, the sooner you'll wake up, and the sooner I'll fuck you."
Hermione turned her head, scrutinizing his face. "You promise you'll fuck me in the morning?"
"Yes."
She sighed. "All right then. Give it to me."
"That's what you always say," he teased.
A drunken giggle slipped out. "Lucifer! I do not."
"Yes, you do," he assured her and pulled the cork out of the final phial. "Here."
Pushing up on her elbows, she downed the midnight blue liquid; it tasted, oddly enough, like cold tea.
"Are you going to sleep too?"
"It's still a few hours until I usually fall asleep."
"I could suck your dick till I'm out," she suggested hopefully.
He couldn't keep a straight face after that offer. "Tempting as that sounds, I can wait until later."
Her face dropped. "Will you at least get in bed with me?"
He started to get in next to her.
"Without your clothes," she added.
Lucifer nodded once. "Very well."
Hermione watched him get undressed, her eyes blearily following his hurried striptease.
As soon as he was under the covers with her, she was touching him, running her hand up and down his side, kissing his chest and neck.
"Slow down," he groaned. "You're supposed to be going to sleep."
"I wanna dream about you," she explained. Her voice sounded slurry with exhaustion.
Rolling her onto her back, he pinned her down and brushed her hair away from her face.
"You're going to stay nice and still and quiet," he countered. "I will keep you distracted until you're asleep . . . as long as you stay calm."
Hermione smiled up at him. The bed was slowly spinning in a circle.
Despite the unstable nature of his room, she felt relaxed and fluid, as if she were melting.
'Such a dear man of mine..'
Freeing one arm, she patted his cheek. He must have shaved before she got there . . . or used some kind of charm.
His skin felt exceedingly smooth and warm under her fingers.
Turning his head, he kissed her palm.
She smiled wider. "You're so nice."
He snorted. "The potion is making you delusional, pet."
"So nice." She sighed as he kissed her neck. "You're my fav'rit....."
Lucifer grinned into her neck, chuckling softly at her praise.
"You are," she assured him. "Espeshly when you're naked."
"Espheshly?"
"I remember everything you said th'other day about dwarves an' hammers."
He stopped licking her throat. "That was during our Arithmancy class, you wanted to know about the old world. Plus, I wasn't naked."
"You were in my head."
"Is that what you've been thinking about when you're supposed to be listening to Professors?"
"Suppose' t'be working?" she said in an offended tone. "I always do my work!"
"You do your work, but you don't take notes anymore. You just stare at me . . . or parts of me. I guess this explains why." He kissed his way down to her breasts.
His mouth was warm on her nipple, and his tongue lapped and swirled over the tightening skin.
She giggled. "I love your tongue, Luc'fer."
"Yes," he muttered. "I got that impression." Both of her nipples had puckered, and they shone with his saliva, like small glazed cherries.
"I'm getting wet."
Lucifer stopped and listened to her heart beating. She was getting too excited.
Her tits would have to wait until later.
Going back to her lips, he kissed her.
It was a strange to keep things slow with no intention of going further.
"Calm down, pet. Just relax."
She let him kiss her, his lips manipulating hers, making her brain numb.
The spinning of the bed eased, but the room started to fade.
It got harder and harder to open her eyes each time she blinked.
The soft swirl of his tongue plied her into a hypnotic state.
Her eyelashes felt as if they were made of iron.
Hermione didn't want to go to sleep yet, but she was fading fast.
He pulled away and looked at her face. She couldn't even keep her eyes open. "Go to sleep, love. I'll be here when you wake up."
"G'nigh Luc'fer. I . . ."
Her breathing was slow and even, the unspoken thought left unsaid on her lips.
"Hermione?" he whispered. She didn't answer.
He softly kissed her lips one last time then pulled the comforter up under her chin.
The potion would wear off around dawn.
He stayed there for a while longer, watching her sleep. It wasn't what he had in mind for the evening, but it wasn't all bad.
At least he wasn't alone.
Lucifer got his book from the nightstand and read for over an hour, her slow, soft breathing a comforting soundtrack.
At midnight he put out the candles and turned to her in the semi-darkness.
He wanted her closer. Touching him.
The neediness of that desire made him uncomfortable.
'Bloody hell, Lucifer! Try to keep some distance. You're just going to be lonely and pissed off when she's gone.'
His brain made a good point. But then some other part of his head weighed in on the argument.
'What if she doesn't leave?'
That gave him pause. It was a dangerous thought.
Enjoying something while it lasted was one thing, but hope was quite another.
Hope was for suckers; it would flatten you.
Lucifer reached up and stroked her face.
The light from the fireplace made passing shadows on her skin.
She looked like a fiery angel.
He pulled the covers down to her waist, taking in the sight. She was too pretty for him.
He knew she didn't judge people on their appearance, but that was just the way the world worked.
Besides, what would they do if she didn't leave? Live in his penthouse at Lux?
Rolling her away from him, Lucifer curled himself along her back.
She was warm and soft; his arm fit around her and his hand found her breast.
He closed his eyes. Every touch felt like borrowed time.
Good things didn't last.
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