Whatever it takes

She would do whatever it took. What it would take she had no idea. But she would do whatever it took. She had an important mission and she would do what she needed, no matter what it took. Hermione Granger walked alone on a chilly June night down Diagon Alley, then down Knockturn alley, then down into a small side alley off Knocturn, called Forest Alley as the sun set. At the end of the alley was a small pub. Unlike the Leaky Cauldron on the main Diagon Alley this little pub served a different clientèle. Hermione drew her hood closer to her face as she drew nearer, she could not be seen while here, it was probably a pointless force of habit with all the cloaking charms she had on, but nonetheless it made her feel safer. She wore long emerald green robes and a black cloak, Slytherin colors blended in a lot better in this area. she arrived at the front of the Black Dragon Inn. She looked at the small dingy front of the inn, an ancient faded sign hung above the door, with a namesake Black Dragon on it and in a fancy golden script it read:

'Black Dragon Inn
Founded 1503
Proudly Serving the Purest'

The place gave Hermione the creeps and it was taking every last ounce of her will not to turn around running away as fast as she could, but she had a job, and she would do whatever it took. She thought for the millionth time today 'I will do whatever it takes.' She wasn't sure herself if she believed the words she kept thinking, but she truly wanted to. She knew who she was here to talk to, and what the reason this person was so important was, but she still did not know what not was she had been sent here. Hermione was smart, but the Order had smarter, she was tough, but the order had tougher, Hermione was even pretty, but they certainly had prettier. The only thing she could think of that maybe she was, that maybe no one else was, and it scared her deeply, she was expendable.

No, she was being silly, Harry and the Order wouldn't send her on a suicide mission, no matter the reward. She hoped. She knew she had stalled enough and the meeting was to begin right that minute, seven o'clock in the evening, Tuesday, June 15th. She took one final deep breath and pushed the large wooden door open to reveal a very creepy bar. An old man was standing behind the bar, he looked sinister simply put. He had dark hair and a scowl on his face. He was beefy, but not obese and of slightly above average height. He looked right at Hermione.

"You be here for the meetin, with 'im?"

"Hermione nodded terrified to even speak. She wanted to turn tail and run. He pointed an old knobby finger to a door behind a few tables.

"'E's already waiting for ya, girly. Upstairs, third room on the left."

Hermione walked slowly and steadily to that door. She slowly raised her hand to the doorknob to open it. She moved so carefully, still petrified that a Death Eater would just jump out and kill her. She walked up the old rickety stairs, still wondering why she was here and still thinking to herself 'Whatever it takes.'

She reached the top of the stair case and walked down the dark hallway. She got to the door. She froze up, completely ready to run. She wanted to do anything but enter this room and talk to the man behind this door. But she would do whatever it took. She raised and hand and knocked lightly on the door, almost hoping she would receive no answer and get to leave. But alas almost instantly she heard a deep grunt like "comin." from the other side. She opened the door, to see the small inn room. More nicely kept than the rest of the place there was a small fire going, a bed that had yet to been properly made and he was sitting at a table in next to a window, a bottle of old wine next on it with two tall glasses.

"Come sit down. Have a drink. You can hang your cloak" He pointed nonchalantly at a cloak hanger.

"If someone told her that Lucius Malfoy was going to offer her a drink last week, Hermione undoubtedly said she'd turn it down. But this had been an interesting week, and she did say she would do whatever it takes...

She hung her cloak and sat down across from him. He hadn't shaved in a while, that was clear. He did not look his normal well polished self. hen again he was just about to have drinks with a muggle born witch, and like she'd thought, it was an interesting week.

"I guess, you want to know, why I contacted you people." He said bluntly while pouring to glasses of wine.

"Well...I have an idea... but do tell?" Hermione took a swig of the drink hoping it would relieve her tensions.

"I guess, I don't need to tell you what happened on Friday. I's everywhere. I don't there is anyone who doesn't know by now."

Hermione nodded, she knew what he meant. On Friday, just a few days prior, Draco Malfoy had been killed, on the one year anniversary of his own mother's death. Both had died at the hands of The Dark Lord Voldemort, for what he perceived to be insolence. Lucius had since abandoned the Death Eaters it was believed by many. But this was not in fact the truth. He had carried on with them, but had made contact with The Order of the Phoenix. He wanted to help them destroy the man who took his family. The Death Eaters were likely on their last legs as it was but this could be the straw that broke the camel's back. And even if as many believed Malfoy was looking out for himself, if this took a year off the war it would be worth it.

"The last piece of my family was ripped from me."

Hermione nodded and sipped her wine again.

"I know you hated him. You hate me too."

Hermione wanted to say something, but frankly it was true.

"But I requested you here, to apologize for my own actions and his. It's my fault that Draco became what he became and that he's dead. He was only 20, barely out of Hogwarts..." Malfoy actually started to cry. Hermione put a hand on his and whispered.

"No, it is Voldemort's fault and his alone, Mister Malfoy."

"Call me Lucius. I don't deserve your respect. And no, I raised him into that life. It is on me."

Hermione looked into his eyes and she knew, or at least thought she did that he was legit. He was truly a broken man and despite all the evil that he had committed Hermione wanted to help him.

"So why did you call me here? I doubt it was just to apologize."

"I want to help end this. The war, him." He spat the last word. She knew who he meant. The Dark Lord.

"How do you want to help?"

"Spy."

"We have spies."

"No, you don't. He knows, you've been getting false info."

"I'm sure he doesn't know them all-"

"There are 7, you want names?"

"Maybe he does."

"I can get you info no one else can. I want immunity when this is all over." He poured them both another glass. He downed his, and went to pour a third, she took the invite and did the same. She was getting a little tipsy, but she was in control. This was going much more smoothly then she had ever imagined it could. Too smoothly she thought.

"How do I know this isn't a trap? You're not exactly the most upright citizen, Lucius."

"I've lost everything. I just want to end this. For good. And I want to see that man dead."

"So that's all, we give you immunity, you end this war with us?"

"I want something more." He sipped his drink.

She sipped hers. "Of course you do. Money? Power? What's the catch, Malfoy?"

"It's been a year since she died. I want a woman. Some comfort" He gave her a look. She knew.

"There are any number of whores out there." She was a little disgusted, and a little embarrassed and even a little curios.

"I don't want a tramp." He had a weird look in his eye.

She knew it was necessary and that he needed it. Whatever it takes, she thought again.

"Is this a deal breaker?"

"I'm not even sure myself."

"I guess than it's just something that must be done. Hold on." She downed her drink and motioned for him to pour another round.

She took out some floo powder and contacted headquarters, Bill Weasley picked up. She told him everything went fine and she needed to be alone. She'd have a report ready tomorrow morning. She felt embaressed beyond belief about what she'd just told her Fiance's oldest brother. But these were desperate times. And she would do whatever it took.

She got up from the fire and took her glass downing it in one gulp.

"I guess... we do this then." She said. Malfoy stood up and he pushed his body into hers taking her mouth and kissing her passionately.

"Oh, you have no idea how much I need this." He ripped off her robes to reveal her undergarments. She had average breasts, a skinny frame and small butt. She wore a lacy white bra and matching garter and thong panties. She had known it might take anything, and she was prepared. He kissed her up and down starting at her neck and working his way down to her breasts, savoring every second along the way. He reached behind her and undid her bra. She caught it before it fell off as he worked down to her stomach. He stopped as she held her bra up.

"Something wrong?"

Hermione stuttered and stalled before dropping the bra and whispering a small barely audible "No." 'Whatever it took.' She practically screamed in her own mind. This was bigger than her, she had to do what was good for the world. He continued down to her thighs continuing to kiss down her body. He worked his way back up stopping at her bare breasts to lightly kiss them both before starting to suck on the right. He spent sometime on each breast gently caressing and licking each one tenderly before kissing a trail back up to her mouth and kissing her deeply again.

She started undoing his robes now. Slowly unfastening it before it dropped down to reveal his mostly skinny slightly muscular frame and a pair of silk black boxers. The action unleashed something in her. She released the kiss suddenly and forcefully, not out of disgust or a desire to stop but of pure lust. She spun him around in front of the bed and pushed him to laying legs hanging of the bed. She got on her knees at the base of the bed and slowly pulled down his boxers to reveal his stiff cock. It was above average in length and and girth, but not monumentally large. Hermione guessed around eight inches. She looked up into his eyes and saw passion she had never seen in another man before. She was mesmerized at the sight of him Her mind no longer repeating the credo of what ever it takes but instead only thinking of all the things she wanted to do. She kissed the head of his penis, and then licked slowly flicked the it with her tongue to tease her new master. He moaned as he reached full arousal. She went to work licking down the shaft starting at the tip and until she reached the base each little flick of the tongue driving him wild. She then grabbed a hold of his member and raised it ever so slightly so she could lick on his balls for a few seconds before taking them completely in her mouth for a moment. She then began working her way back up his shaft with her masterful tongue to the tip. He groaned in pleasure. She slowly pushed him into her mouth licking him as she did. She forced every last inch down her throat and began working her way up and down on his penis. Sucking him clean. She sucked and licked him for a few minuted before she felt him tightening up. She started sucking on just the tip while jerking him off with two hands on the base. After a few seconds of this he finally erupted into her throat. Hermione allowed it all into her mouth, and when he was done her instincts told her to find a place to spit, but she wanted to please him as much as possible so she swallowed it all to her own disgust, something she never even did for Ron. Whatever it takes.

Lucius gently guided her back to standing position and pulled off her underwear leaving them both naked. He gently pushed her backwards onto the bed, he got on top of her and kissed her gently at first and got increasingly more passionate. He pulled off her before thrusting in. He pushed in and out of her for a few minutes while kissing her on and off. He stared down at her glistening breasts as the light from the room faded quickly, the sun had set and the fire was dieing fast. Lucius knew what he was doing though and Hermione to her own surprise was beginning to enjoy herself. They were both approaching climax as they went on in the darkness. She started first and began moaning his name, a moment later he slowed down just a bit as he released himself inside her. He slid off her and laid down next to her. He pulled her in close and they both drifted off to sleep as Hermione thought one last time, whatever it takes.


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Read and review people. Probably a one shot but if I get inspired, I could write more.