ALL NOVEL Ch 187 + 188 + 189 – Candy Canes
Warning - Lucifer, the Devil is Billions of years old.
Hermione with multiple personalities, her character's real age during sexual intercourse is 18+
(Hermione - Blessed by Amenadiel, time works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18+)
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Hermione was sitting in the Common Room a couple of days later, glancing up every now and then at the Portrait hole, waiting to see if Lucifer would walk through.
He seemed to arise much earlier than usual and return much later than.
Hermione would wait until he got back, but she would fall asleep before he did come back, if he came back.
Harry and Ron came down from the Dormitory and she looked over at them, glaring at them both, but mainly Ron.
Harry at least had good reason to be upset with her, it was his broom she had confiscated to be checked for jinxes and such, but Ron? He was angry at her just because it was a glorious broom.
Bastard had no right to be angry at her.
They bypassed her and went straight out of the Common Room.
That was fine with her, because she didn't want to look at them right now.
She didn't even want to look at or be herself right then.
Hermione wanted to apologize to Lucifer but since he was avoiding her, it wasn't easy to do so.
She was thankful when everyone returned from break, maybe she'd have better luck finding him if he thought he could sneak through the crowds.
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Lucifer heard Oliver walk up to Harry that late evening, "Had a good Christmas?" He asked.
He didn't know why he bothered, because he went straight into the next thing without waiting for an answer.
“I've been doing some thinking over Christmas, Harry. After the last match, you know. If the Dementors come to the next one... I mean... we can't afford you to - well-" Wood broke off, looking awkward.
Did Oliver forget Lucifer was the Reserve Seeker?
Because he was feeling forgotten right then, "I'm working on it," Harry had said quickly, "Professor Lupin said he'd train me and Lucifer to ward the Dementors off. We should be starting this week; he said he'd have time after Christmas."
"Ah," Wood said, sounding a bit relieved.
Oliver then looked over at the boy in question, "Lucifer, I don't want you to think that I've forgotten about you, but... well... with the thing that happened in Lupin's class, I'm not exactly sure how well you'll do in an actual match, you know. Control your temper during the Match?"
"Sure," Lucifer responded sarcastically, not even looking up from a book he was looking at regarding dangerous Hippogriffs.
"Have you ordered a new broom yet?" He heard Oliver ask Harry.
"No," Harry said simply.
"What!? You'd better get a move on, you know - if you want to play the next game. -" Oliver was about to go on a tangent, but Ron stopped him.
“He got a Firebolt for Christmas,” the Ginger prat said.
"A Firebolt? No! Seriously? A - a real Firebolt?" Oliver was pretty much in shock.
"Don't get too excited, Oliver," Harry was about to drop the bombshell.
"I haven't got it any more. It was confiscated," Harry then proceeded to tell Oliver why.
"Jinxed? How could it be jinxed?"
"Sirius Black," Harry said wearily, "He's supposed to be after me. So McGonagall reckons he might have sent it."
Wood waved aside the information of a famous murderer being after his Main Seeker, he said, "But Black couldn't have bought a Firebolt! He's on the run! The whole country's on the lookout for him! How could he just walk into Quality Quidditch Supplies and buy a broomstick?"
"I know," Harry said glumly, "but McGonagall still wanted to strip it down-"
Oliver paled when Lucifer looked up at them, "I'll go and talk to her, Harry," he promised, but it wouldn't do any good.
"I'll make her see reason... a Firebolt... a real Firebolt, on our team... she wants Gryffindor to win as much as we do... I'll make her see sense... a Firebolt..."
Lucifer shook his head, 'If only they knew I had a Firebolt as well, Wood wouldn't just be casting his Reserve Seeker aside so casually. Fucking morons.
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Lessons had started again the following day, only to be followed by the weekend holidays after.
Of course, now that Hermione had actually managed to see Lucifer for what felt like an eternity of not seeing him, she was unable to actually talk to him.
Well, she was able to in their Care of Magical Creatures, but he didn't seem too keen on stopping for very long to talk with how cold it was on a January morning.
"Lucifer, please? Please talk to me?" Her voice crack was the only thing that got him to stop and look at her, hurt in his eyes.
“Please... I was so stupid for saying what I said. You are the most important person in my life I trust you more than anything, with my life even. Even though Going to McGonagall was the right decision, I was just being stubborn about it with how irked I was at Harry's dismissive nature towards the possibility of it being sent to him by Sirius Black. But I have no right to say those horrible things to you. I am so sorry. P-Please forgive me!”
Lucifer looked and saw tears streaming down her face, He wasn't able to stay mad at her after that.
He stood there and Hermione slowly walked up to him and embraced him, both now feeling much warmer just by being so close to one another.
"I was really hurt when you said that," He said while her cheek was against his jacket.
“I don't doubt that for a second, and I should never have hurt you like that..." Hermione said, and Lucifer could tell that she was hurting as well from her own actions.
She squeezed him tighter in the embrace, not wanting to let go of her Lucifer again "I'm so sorry, I really am.....”
“It's okay, Hermione, honest," Lucifer said, wiping the stray tear that fell from her eyes. 'It's okay, because I care about you too much to ever be more than upset with you.'
He thought to himself.
They carried on in Hagrid's class like nothing had ever happened between them.
The first Divination class of the new term, they got started on palmistry, and Trelawney didn't even wait to tell Harry that he had the shortest life-lines she'd ever seen.
Alternatively, she told Lucifer he had the longest life-lines she'd ever seen.
She could have just called him Immortal at this rate!
This upset Hermione greatly, because Trelawney explained unnecessarily that his long life would only lead to even greater destruction and genocide.
The class Lucifer had been looking forward to was Defense, as Harry had to remind Lupin about the Anti-Dementor lessons he said he'd teach them.
All Harry briefly said to him was that Lupin still had to figure out how to go about it, as they couldn't use a real Dementor.
Lucifer nodded and marched off ahead of them and found Hermione, putting her books back into her new shoulder bag, "Need help?"
She looked up and her scowl softened into a look of appreciation, “If you don't mind....this bag is really amazing. I could make a library inside!”
"Why don't you just flick that wan-"
"Still looks ill, doesn't he?" They heard Ron ask Harry as they got closer, "What d'you reckon is the matter with him?"
As they passed, Hermione couldn't help herself and tutted at them.
They turned and Ron looked furious, "What are you tutting us for?" He asked irritably.
"Nothing," she said and slung her bag back over her shoulder.
"Yes you were," he said, "I said I wonder what's wrong with Lupin and you-"
"Well, isn't it obvious ?" She said with an air of superiority, “Lucifer already knows." Hermione looked at him and he nodded.
To be fair, he had a strong, sneaking suspicion, but he needed one more thing to prove it.
"If you don't want to tell us, don't!" Ron snapped at her.
"Fine, we won't!" Hermione said haughtily, grabbed Lucifer's wrist, and dragged him off to the Great Hall.
“Hermione, do you actually know?” Lucifer asked her, feeling much normal, when she's clinging onto his arm like usual.
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It was getting late, Hermione didn't really expect him to show up in their private quarters, but just a glint of hope was getting her to wait inside.
The shock of finding him on her doorstep was evident, but he could also see the uncertainty in her eyes.
She was terrified that she’d hurt his feelings, that she’d ruined things between them.
Her feet were frozen to the ground, unsure what to do.
There was a tiny flinch in her posture, as if bracing herself for his wrath.
She thought he had come to tell her off.
Lucifer held open his arms to her, offering her his embrace; and her face crumpled.
She ran to him, hugging him so fiercely he couldn’t breathe.
“I’m so sorry, Lucifer!” Her voice was muffled in his chest.
Lucifer hugged her in return. “I know.”
She cried into his T-shirt, holding him tighter. “Are you angry with me?”
He stoked her hair.
“No,” Lucifer whispered, kissing her head. “I’m not angry.” Never at you.
No one else had ever been so concerned about his feelings.
Those tears on her face were for him not because of him. He’d never seen anyone cry on his behalf.
“I’d hate me if I were you!” Hermione sobbed.
Lucifer smiled softly and hugged her closer. “No. You wouldn’t.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“That’s not necessary. I forgive you.”
Hermione wiped her eyes on his clothes and looked up at him. “Really? You forgive me? Just like that?”
Lucifer kissed her forehead. Of all the people he knew, she was the easiest to forgive.
He put one hand to the side of her cheek and wiped away her tears with his thumb. “I was upset by what you said. But, more I just didn't want you to lie to yourself about who or what I am.”
Hermione held his gaze. “I like who you are,” she whispered.
Lucifer gave her a small smile. “I like who you are too.”
Hermione’s expression softened. “Thanks. Could I have my spanking now? I can’t relax.”
He knew that look. “Do you feel guilty about this?”
“Yes, sir.”
His smile pulled higher. Sir already? “If it’s what you need to feel better, I’ll turn your backside crimson. Will we be going inside, or are students about to get to know the real you? I’d be more than happy to bend you over right here and show all of Hogwarts just how sorry you are.”
Hermione smiled at his teasing. He really wasn’t angry. “It’s embarrassing enough having Crooks, in the room with us.”
Lucifer chuckled, remembering her reaction to being de-knickered in Professor Binns's class once, “If being in public embarrasses you so much, maybe we should make that a part of your future punishments.”
Her eyes went wide.
“I’d love to see you in a short skirt down at Black lake,” Lucifer murmured, stroking her hair back behind her ear. “No knickers . . . my plug stretching your glowing bottom. Do you think the other students will be able to smell you while I’m snogging the hell out of you?”
'He might be able to smell me right now....'
Lucifer nodded, seeing the panic in her eyes transform to lust. “Let’s go inside and get out of the cold. I'll warm my hands on your backside until your conscience is clean.”
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Her legs tightened around his hips, trapping his body against hers.
Lucifer grunted into her hair, his eyes closed so he could concentrate on the feel of her.
The soft weight of her breasts bounced against his chest. The heat of her well-spanked backside warmed his thighs and bollocks.
The sharp tips of her nails bit into his back.He wanted her to tear him to sheds.
Each scratch would keep him centered.
Hermione tangled her fingers in his black hair. Turning her face to his, she kissed the side of his jaw, begging him to return the gesture.
His mouth sealed over hers, and she groaned as his tongue slipped inside.
The more heated their snogging became, the faster he fucked her.
Lucifer had made good on his word to give her what she asked for. He'd lifted her skirt and pulled down her tights, leaving her knickers for last.
He'd inspected her bum right there on the couch in the front room, running his hands all over her upturned rump and pussy.
After he'd declared her fit for spanking, he slowly undressed her.
When she was naked, he pulled her over his lap and slapped her bum until she'd cried.
His fingers had slid inside her, curling against her g-spot and making her come so hard her juice had streamed down her leg.
Then he sat her in his lap, petting her until she calmed down, whispering in her ear what he was going to do to her that weekend.
They snogged like desperate lovers for half and hour . . . until he finally carried her to the bedroom and stripped off the rest of his clothes.
Lucifer'd been fucking her for an hour now. She'd already come twice, and he seemed to be waiting for her to fall again.
He tried to keep quiet so he could hear the liquid squish of her sex with every thrust.
Her honey was practically dripping down his balls.
Sinking into the hilt, he circled his hips, burrowing into her depths. Hermione gave him a needy moan that had his balls aching.
Her muscles tightened around him, and he sighed in relief as she started to come.
He'd held on long enough.
His bollocks needed a break.
His tongue slid along hers, fucking her mouth at the same speed as his thrusts.
He came with a loud grunt, loving the way her moan made his lips tingle.
His shaft began to pulse, and he growled her name into her mouth.
The prolonged denial had built up quite a cache of cream; it erupted from him with blinding force, bathing her clenching channel in his release.
It was the clearest his head had felt all week.
Hermione let him disengage their mouths so he could breathe, but she kept her arms and legs snared around him.
She didn't want him to pull out.
Lucifer dropped his face into her hair with a sated sigh, and she smiled.
"Thank you, Lucifer. That was bloody fabulous!”
He nodded, unable to speak yet.
"Stay right here, okay?”
He nodded again. His dick was slowly dying inside her, but he didn't want to leave her twitching pussy.
Hermione stroked his head, waiting for him to catch his breath.
She kissed the side of his face and jaw to help him calm down.
When his breathing had quieted, she rubbed his neck and slid her foot along his arse. "Lucifer?"
"Mmm?"
Hermione said with a grin. "Is there such a thing as Late Christmas spankings?"
Lucifer laughed and touched his lips to hers. “There will be this year.”
'Candy canings if you're extra good.'
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Lucifer woke before her the next morning. His dick was hard, and he reached under the blanket with one hand to test it, careful not to disturb her as she slept on his chest.
He stroked himself slowly as he thought about the previous week's.
Forgetting was how you made the same mistakes more than once.
She didn't like him being so Cold-blooded, owning up to his past errors was the only way he could avoid it.
She was also in a way giving him a way to move on from Eve.
Moving on wasn't the same as forgetting. He’d seen the worst life had to offer and had learned a valuable lesson.
Life was fragile. And fluid. Things could be terrible, but they could also be awe-inspiring.
Most people only got one chance in this world, but he'd been given a second shot.
Lucifer didn't want to spend all his eternity alone and miserable down there.
When he’d interrupted Hermione's late sexcapade, he’d been hoping for an experience.
He’d gotten that and then some.
Finding someone who fit him so well was a shock to his soul.
It would be devastating when she finally moved on. But maybe that was something he needed to experience as well.
He should be able to handle rejection like an adult.
Although, it didn't seem as if she was going to leave him anytime soon, so he had some time to enjoy her company.
Besides, even if she did spend her life with him, would only end up going to hear Uriel's boring Welcoming speech later anyway.
Lucifer never thought he would be saying that about Hermione Granger.
How did she become the one woman in whom he found solace?
Lucifer looked down at her now curly hair and kissed the top of her head.
Maybe he should get her something for being this nice, if he got her a book, she'd probably give him diamond cufflinks or something.
He could think of many things she would like. He could get her an engraved paddle.
Or a book on discipline. She'd like that. Maybe lingerie. (Okay, that might be more for him.)
Lucifer smirked to himself as he considered getting her old muggle school uniform.
She'd properly wet her knickers in excitement.
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Lucifer hoped he could find something that conveyed how much she meant to him.
That would be more complicated. The sex was bloody glorious—it was his salvation—but she wasn't just a heaven-sent pussy with the libido of a cat in heat.
She was so much more.
Her enthusiasm for his cock was delightful, but it was the "so much more" that made her worth his efforts.
"I could do that for you," Hermione said in a groggy voice. Her hand slid under the blanket and wrapped around his. “Bloody hell, Lucifer You could carve marble with this thing!”
He smirked. "Nature's cruel prank."
Hermione wiped the sleep from her eyes with a grin. "Have you lost your mind? This isn't a prank—it's the greatest wake-up call in history!”
Lucifer smiled at her. "It will lose its novelty after a couple of minu-”
“Then I'd better enjoy it now.”
She burrowed under the blanket, and Lucifer grunted as she ran her nose along his length and kissed each of his balls good morning.
Throwing off the sheets, he watched as she licked her way up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking over his salty tip every time she reached the top.
"Turn around. Sit on my face. I want some breakfast pussy while you're sucking that sausage.”
Hermione snorted but quickly did as he suggested, spinning around and throwing one leg over him.
Lucifer grabbed her hips and yanked her back over his face, and she squealed as his nose nuzzled her slit.
Her pussy was probably still gooey from the night before. She figured he already knew that since he was the one who’d left it that way.
Lucifer smirked as her folds opened to his prodding. He started on the outside, nipping and sucking her pouty petals.
She'd gone to sleep excited and leaking all over his leg.
He could smell her musky nectar already.
When she started to moan and grind into his face, he gently parted her and slid his tongue over her creaming entrance, lapping lightly at her inner labia.
She tasted of sweet pussy with a hint of semen. If fucking had a flavor, she was it.
“Ah..Oh, God!” Hermione moaned around the meaty head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip as she slid his foreskin up and down over the ridged corona.
She kept it light, not intending to push him over until she was close.
She wanted to pace their pleasure so he ejaculated just as she was coming on his face.
Wiggling her tongue into the salty slit peaking his knob, Hermione smiled as he growled into her pussy.
Lucifer shifted her back a little and started on her clit. He let the intensity build over the next few minutes, lapping and flickering over her swelling nub.
Her hand found his balls, and he grunted as she drew them up and attempted to suck on one.
She couldn't reach. His balls remained dry—unlike her crevice, which was becoming juicier by the second.
Every time she bucked, the tip of his nose dipped into her honeypot, glazing him in her excitement.
Hermione gave up trying to reach his sac and went back to his cock, still teasing him with her tongue but adding a nice steady fingertip wanking to the playlist.
His dick wept with gratitude.
In her other hand, his bollocks twitched once in warning. 'Don't you come yet!'
Lucifer wrapped his arms over the top of her thighs and grabbed her arse.
Pulling her cheeks wide, he suckled her clit and rubbed his nose into her entrance, shaking his head back and forth to stimulate the sensitive ring of tissue.
Her entire vulva was swelling, her lips pulling themselves apart for an open-mouthed kiss.
“I'm going to come!” she whimpered.
“Don't stop!”
He grunted once in answer and sealed his lips around her nub, brushing his tongue over its engorged tip.
"MMMmmm! Come on my face, Lucifer. I want to watch!”
Relaxing into the steady beat of her hand, he thrust his hips toward her so she'd pick up the pace.
She matched each thrust, her fingers stroking him fast and easy right at the head.
He moaned into her sex, and his balls pulled tight as they heaved the weight of his seed from his cock.
Hermione bucked against his face, coming as she watched his dick explode.
"Yes!” she whispered. The first shot of his cream hit her chin, and she smiled as the rest of it spattered his lower belly.
Her inner muscles spasmed and jumped at the sight.
Watching his climax up close was spectacular, and she knew she'd be thinking about it all next week.
Hermione groaned his name as her own orgasm washed over her.
Lucifer waited until her hips stopped involuntarily ticking in his face then dropped back his head and caught his breath.
Hermione pulled her leg over him and turned around, resting on his shoulder as he calmed down.
Smiling up at him, she ran her thumb over the tip of his nose. "Your nose is wet!”
"That means I'm healthy."
She grinned and leaned closer, kissing the side of his mouth. "Was my pussy all gross this morning?"
Lucifer gave her an odd look. "Of course not."
She shrugged. "I didn't get the chance to wash it."
He bit back his laugh and rubbed his temples with one hand. "You don't need to wash it. It's pussy. It's supposed to smell and taste like sex, not soap."
"It wasn't overwhelming? I was pretty sticky when I went to sleep last night.”
"It was delicious," Lucifer assured her, running his fingers down the side of her face. "I wanted to suffocate myself in you."
“haha” Hermione laughed and rested her face back on his shoulder. "Your dick tasted good too."
"Did you get an eye full?" he asked, wiping the remnants from her chin.
"Yeah. It was great," she sighed happily. "Do you want me to lick you clean?"
“That sounds nice.”
Hermione gathered her hair onto her other shoulder and draped herself over his hip.
She looked up and met his black eyes as her tongue ran through his pearly come.
Lucifer's cock jumped at the image: her wet pink muscle lapping up his cream, his release sparkling on her taste buds before she swallowed.
Her lips glinted with salvia and seed.
After she finished with his pelvis, she lightly polished his sensitive knob.
He growled softly, and reached down, squeezing the remains from his length so he could watch her get it all.
Hermione smiled at him and dragged her tongue across his glans like a lethargic cat.
A shiver shot up his spine, and he sank his hand into her hair. "Come up here!”
Hermione climbed up to him, and he pulled her down, touching his lips to hers.
His face was damp from eating her out, and she could taste herself all over his mouth.
His tongue slipped between her lips, and she melted into him, letting him mix their release and share it between them.
Lucifer grinned at her. "You were right, that was one hell of a wake up call!”
“I agree. Can we go eat for real now? I'm starving.”
Lucifer nodded. "Me too. Pussy breakfast leaves my stomach growling."
Kissing his neck one last time, Hermione rolled out of bed. "I'll get your coffee started."
"Bless you."
Hermione looked around for her pajamas.
"Don't get dressed," he muttered. "I want to watch you while I eat."
Smiling, she picked up her robe. “It's bloody freezing in the kitchen. If you want to see me, you'd better keep me warm.”
Lucifer nodded, unable to keep from smiling. "All weekend long," he promised.
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