Lucifer opened his eyes to an almost dark room.
Her soft weight pinned him to the bed.
The fire was dying, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to read the clock.
'Three-thirty . . . something.'
He grinned and tickled her side. "Wake up, pet."
Hermione mumbled into his warm skin, groggy with confusion. "Huh?"
"Wake up. It's the middle of the night."
"Why'I gotta wake up for night?" she asked in an incoherent slur.
He ran his hand over her sore rump. "I think it's time for a midnight stroll."
The burn of her bum made her eyes snap open. "What?"
"Get up," he said, easing her off him.
Hermione's bum flared as he rolled toward the edge of the bed. "Where are you going?"
"We," he corrected.
"We? Where are we going?"
He pulled on his trousers and shirt. "Are those clothes you were wearing just charmed to be small?"
"Yes."
"I'll fix them."
"What's going on?" She rubbed her head.
"I told you, we're going out."
"In the middle of the night?"
"Yes."
"I need the loo," she said, sounding no less confused.
Lucifer could see she wasn't moving.
He helped her off the bed and kissed the top of her head. "Go on. Splash some water on your face. I need you alert."
She limped toward the bathroom and found the toilet in the dark, "Shit..."
Lucifer smirked at the sound of her hiss when her bum hit the seat.
"Everything all right in there?" he asked as he returned her clothes to normal proportions.
The sound of her urinating told him yes.
He buttoned his shirt and trousers, forgoing his boxers or coat.
Simple robes would suffice.
He heard her flush the toilet and then the sound of running water in the sink.
Putting her wand in her robes, just in case, he went to the bathroom door and lit the candles.
She was rinsing her mouth out in the sink.
"I've mended your clothes," he said, holding them up.
When he started to dress her, Hermione let him.
Whatever he had planned, she was interested.
She just wished he wasn't in such a big hurry. "Lucifer, wait," she muttered when he started to button her shirt. "Where's my bra? And my knickers."
"You don't need them."
"So you're taking me someplace posh?" she quipped.
He grinned back. "You'll see."
"What if somebody sees us?"
"We'll have to be careful. And quiet. And fast."
He lifted her onto the counter and quickly put on her shoes.
Hermione winced.
'The counter may be hard, but at least it's numbing my bum', she thought as he helped her back down.
"Your robe's in the other room. Your wand's in the pocket. Let's go."
They were out in the hallway before she knew what was happening.
They traveled hand in hand through the dark.
When they got to the upper levels, there was a little more light, but Hermione became increasingly nervous that they'd be spotted.
He kept stopping and listening, and she almost jumped out of her skin every time they heard a creak.
In five minutes she knew where they were headed. "Lucifer we're going to be caught. Please, let's go back."
"Shh," he hissed and pushed her through the library door.
He led her through a dizzying maze of shelves in the dark (she still knew exactly where they were . . . biographies were to the left) and pushed her up against one wall.
"Still having that fantasy about sex in the library?" he whispered in her ear.
"No!" she whispered. "I'm scared. Let's go back."
"Lie to me again and you're going to find out what it's like to be spanked in the library as well," he murmured, nipping her ear. "Now, be a good girl and keep quiet."
Lucifer leaned in and kissed her, slipping his tongue past her lips when he didn't get any reaction.
She seemed frozen, so he ducked his hands under her skirt to knead her bum.
She finally started kissing him back, and he rewarded her with a nip to her lip.
Looking around, he decided on comfort over covertness and led her to the nearest table.
It was more visible, but he needed to work fast.
"Up," he whispered.
Hermione sat on the edge of the table, scanning the room for possible onlookers.
"Filch don't make his rounds until five. No one else should be out. Stop looking so terrified."
"Anyone could be sneaking about," she whined.
"I locked the doors behind us. I doubt they could get in quietly enough. Now, lie back and open your legs for me."
She was as nervous as she could possibly be, but he didn't need to say that twice to get her to do it.
He was on her immediately, fingers spreading her wide, tongue laving her depths.
She covered her mouth to keep from shouting.
He had to keep her distracted.
'If I could talk and lick her at the same time, I'd be set.' As were his physical limits, he settled on dividing his time.
When her pussy started to cream, Lucifer slipped his fingers inside and moved his lips back to her ear. "Tell me what you've thought about doing here. Was I fucking you against the shelves, or were you on your knees, sucking my cock?"
"Oh God," she muttered. "You know."
"I may have seen one or two things."
"I'm too nervous."
"Look at me."
She turned to him in the semi-darkness.
"Tell me what you thought about doing."
She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I thought about sucking your cock."
"MmmHm. Tell me." His finger tickled her clit.
"I imagined you sneaking up on me in the history section. You were hard and pressing into my bum, pushing me against the shelves."
"I am hard, pet."
She smiled a little. "You said you wanted me down on my knees, and I opened your trousers and started sucking you."
"I intend to make that a reality very soon." She slowly went from wet to slick.
"I've dreamed about you fucking me against the shelves . . . and on a table . . . and in that big chair by the door . . . and against the card catalog."
His grin grew wider every time she added another location. "That's because you're my little nymphomaniac," he purred. "You can't get enough of my cock, can you?"
Hermione shivered. "No, sir."
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