So he used fantasies of Hermione in a bikini to quell his restless impatience, raking a hand through his hair and resting back on his palms, cursing his lack of forethought in not bringing a book or some other idle occupation as a distraction.
Lucifer anxiously observed himself in the tri-fold mirror across the floor, and was just considering embarking on a hunt for those denims she was always going on about him wearing, when Hermione emerged from the small room and his breath caught - raggedly choking down his throat with his sudden inhale.
She was wearing a sundress, light blue and flowy with tiny white dots scattering the fabric; and while it certainly wasn't the most revealing thing he'd ever seen her wear, it set his mind aflame with thoughts and imaginings of lifting the skirt and peeling the fabric from her body to reveal her skin.
He was suddenly grateful for his position across from the mirror, providing him the perfect vantage of her from every angle as she turned side to side to examine the garment on her form.
Her lips quirked slightly on one side and she waltzed back to the changing room, tossing a quick glance at him before the door slid shut once again.
His cock jumped in his trousers and he sighed. It was going to be a long fucking afternoon.
Hermione tried several more outfits over the course of the next half hour, using the tri-fold to inspect the various articles of clothing she was considering.
Each time she emerged he felt himself still - enthralled by her reappearance as much as her appearance.
It felt like each ensemble she tried was a little more revealing, a bit more tantalizing - and by the fourth time she'd posed for herself at the mirror, Lucifer found himself renewing the glamour charms on the placket of his trousers to disguise his full blown erection.
It did nothing to relieve the pressure however, and when her eyes caught his in the mirror and held, body sheathed in a pair of linen shorts and fitted blouse with a peak of cleavage and a sliver of midriff bared to his gaze, his whole body blazed.
With each change she spent slightly longer with her reflection, each outfit offering enticing glimpses of skin and ink that grew larger and larger.
And each time she reached the mirrors she caught his gaze, forcing Lucifer to curse and swallow the drool he could feel pooling on his tongue as he watched her admire her reflection.
Every outfit, every fabric, every catch of her teeth into the plush of her lower lip or slide of fingers across her collar bone or thigh had him twitching, sweating, and ogling her avidly.
And each time she gazed back at him with dark and hooded eyes his cock hardened a bit more until he was straining against the seams in the linen.
She came out next in a gold dress, secured with a bow at the neck of flimsy string and backless to just above her arse, silk slipping like liquid over her curves - and if he'd had any less self control he'd have creamed himself right then at the look she was giving him through their reflections, her pointed nails trailing along the scooped neckline.
When she sauntered past him and back to the changing room, hips swaying in a slightly exaggerated fashion and tongue sliding boldly across her bottom lip as she closed the slatted door once again, he was struck with the astonishing realization - she was doing this on purpose.
Hermione Granger was the most intelligent person he'd ever known.
She had a brain that could run circles around the best minds in history, and she was driven, focused, and intense.
Plus, as he had gladly discovered over the past years of their relationship, she was an absolute goddess in the sack.
The pleasure they created together was unmatched and he found himself craving her again and again, regardless of how frequently they consumed each other.
And now she was pushing the limits once more, intentionally riling him up in a public, muggle shop to the point he had a raging hard on and was seconds away from busting down the door and fucking her amongst the discarded clothing until neither of them could walk after.
Fuck.
He was contemplating the ramifications of casting an Alohomora while in the midst of muggle strangers, when said door opened and Hermione once again strutted to the tri-fold.
Then he promptly lost the ability to form any coherent thoughts at all.
Her beautiful inked and honeyed skin was fully on display, with strips of black nylon covering the most private areas and teasing him with what lay beneath.
The bottoms sat high on her waist, gusset tight to her pussy and the openings at her legs soaring to rest above her hip bones.
The top was a single band of fabric that stretched across her back and beneath her breasts before criss-crossing her chest and looping her neck, leaving her covered but still exposed - curves spilling from the sides of the fabric in an alluring, tantalizing way.
Hermione's fingers slid into her curls, pulling them up and off her shoulders and offering him the full, glorious view of her nearly bare back and her cheeks hugged in a vee of cloth that perfectly highlighted the cleft of her arse.
If he'd thought he was hard before, he'd severely fucking underestimated his ability to rise to the occasion - and combined with a fierce possessiveness that roared in him at the thought of complete strangers seeing her so exposed - he was off the bench and across the tiled floor before he could process the action.
Lucifer placed himself directly behind her, palms coming up to hover lightly over her bare shoulders as he glared down at her reflection, his lust-blown black meeting her dark, hooded brown.
Lowering his mouth to her ear he whispered with a rasp, "Granger, what are you doing?"
"I'm looking for a bathing suit." She replied simply, but shuddering and pressing back into him, curls falling like a curtain between them as she lifted her hands to rest atop his.
Her back arched, pushing her cleavage up and forward in his view.
"I thought we agreed on going naked...."
He trailed the fingers of one hand down an arm to her elbow, before continuing along to her hip.
"I just don't feel like going starkers, Morningstar."
"Are you still on about yesterday's corridor incident. I told you that was her own initiati-----"
"Doesn't take away the fact bitch kissed you in front of me!"
"Look Granger, I told you it was just a spur on the moment. Didn't you already teach her a lesson using my wan---"
"No, you stopped me from using the Cruiciatus cur---"
With a growl he nipped at her ear.
Lucifer's other hand trailed down the opposite arm, before curving across her belly and splaying his fingers against the exposed skin.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Intentionally toying with me - driving me mental - relying on the fact that we're in public to ensure I don't retaliate."
"Yes." A long low groan slid from her throat with her response, his fingers teasing light circles around her belly button. "Is it working?"
Sliding both hands to her hips, he pressed his mouth into her neck and pulled her arse tight against his groin, his cloth covered erection embedding itself between her cheeks and forcing the fabric of the suit up and into the split.
With a grunt, he darted his tongue to her skin and licked at her pulse point, words escaping him shakily as he ground against her.
"You tell me, pet."
"Luci-"
He didn't let her finish, instead shifting his hands to lock one at her neck while the other trailed along the waistband of her bottoms, teasing beneath the fabric.
"Tell me, Granger - If I played with your pussy right now, what would I find?" His fingers tightened slightly and she keened against him, hips rocking back along his hard length in a sharp burst.
"Would you be as wet I hope you are? As I want you to be?" He gave her another slow roll, and savored the quake that racked along her body.
"Are you enjoying teasing me as much as I'm enjoying being teased?"
Her words whispered out in a breathy rasp. "There are people - ah - fuck - someone could see -"
Lucifer grinned and bit at her earlobe, running his tongue along the shell of her ear and sliding his hand from her neck to her cleavage, palm across her breast and fingers barely grazing the underside of her nipple.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, little minx? You'd like all these people watching us, seeing what we do - what I can do to you?"
She moaned, harshly pouring out her response of "Yes" and he tangled a hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, forcing her gaze to meet his in the reflection.
A quick movement of his fingers sent a wash of magic descending over both of them and he grinned viciously.
"I'm not against you making your decisions, pet - but I don't like the teasing and faces you have been giving me whole day....."
Then both his hands moved to her breasts, gathering the fabric in his fingers and slipping it to the sides, exposing her tight nipples to the graze of the air con and the slightly calloused skin of his hands where they gathered and groped.
"Lucifer, fuck - ah!"
Her nipples were rigid, the friction of his fingers against them blissful, and Hermione cried out at the feel of Lucifer pressing harder into her from behind, his body encompassing her from all sides.
"Lucifer- ah! Fuck -Someone will, fuck, someone will se-"
"No one but us is going to see anything. I made sure of that."
He dipped his fingers to the apex of her legs and pressed them into her clit, starting slow, languorous circles against the bud through the cloth of the suit.
She jolted, knees buckling, and he caught her with an arm around the middle as she let out a grasping moan.
"The Notice-Me-Not will let me do everything I want to do to you, right here, in front of this mirror. And the Imperturbable around us will mask any sounds I make while teasing you."
Lucifer sped the fingers against her clit slightly and tweaked a nipple until she rocked against him, moaning out in both pleasure and annoyance.
"There are muggles, Lucifer, you can't just - holy Merlin - fuck, sir -"
"They can still hear you though. You'll need to be quiet." He raked his eyes down her body salaciously, and then brought them back up to meet her gaze once more. "Can you do that for me, pet?"
Fuck.
Merlin. Circe. Morgana. Fucking Fuck.
This Hermione had never been one to give up control.
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