A Strange Love

Mary: Poor Hermione? I’d love to be trapped with Lucius I can tell you... but yes I do feel sorry for Rodolphus.



Anna: Thank you, but I’d love to be Hermione right about now, when you read this chapter you’ll see what I mean.



Nikkuman: Hmm, you might not like this chapter then. I happen to be a very big Severus fan and I understand him so much – as far as I’m concerned he’s going to be the Unsung Hero of the HP series. Draco/Hermione was the ship that got me into Snape/Hermione and it progressed from that to Lucius/Hermione to Hermione with any Death Eater/Slytherin male. As for ‘suffering;’ well I’d like to be in her position.



Angelnomiko: Yep, Hermione certainly has a long list of lovers... actual and potential. As for the Dark Lord...



Ophelia Immortal: Yep, it was a sort of kidnap. I doubt that the Dark Lord would be pleased. Rodolphus hasn’t been in love before so it’s all rather new to him. Severus is nice... sorry, but Alan Rickman knows what happens to Snape and I am sure that if it was OOC for him to stand in front of three children to save their lives; (children he didn’t like,) then Jo would not have allowed it. And as for Narcissa, Chapter two of HBP has proved that she has a motherly nature.



Dee Dee: Yes, very unique... Draco is a lovely boy really, I feel. Jo didn’t defend him until HBP, and because of HBP she had said that ‘All characters bar Lord Voldemort can be redeemed’. I loved that confession... you never know it could happen. Spanking, eh? S/M is that Sado-Masochism? Not my thing... Bondage, possibly.



Soniab: Indeed how is a woman to decide? The heart is weak after all...



Esmerelda: I wanted to set the scene first. As for Lord Voldemort... do you see him giving up easily? That’s great, I hope you’ve started it.



Angel Moonlight: I feel that she is lucky. I’d want all those males to go after me.



Dani: Update here. As for LM/HG...



Winters: Thank you. Some theories will propound in full force in this chapter.



Nicole: You can stalk this story as much as you want.





Snaking The Issue



Harry and Ginny were snuggled up on one of the sofas in Malfoy Manor; Harry kissed her on the top of her head. Draco played the Host and gave them both a glass of port. It was time they stopped being children and started being adult. Harry sipped some port and looked into the blue eyes of his peer.



“All right,” Draco sighed. “I suppose you had better know the truth.”



“Its about time someone was straight with us,” Ginny said inching closer to Harry all the while.



Draco rolled his eyes and crossed the room to sit on an armchair opposite them.



“I have always held a sort of sick obsession with Hermione,” he said. “Right from the moment Snape first snapped at her.” He looked at Harry and the green-eyed man offered a weak smile at their shared memory of their first lesson. “It grew in our second year when she stood up for your brother,” he directed his gaze to the Weaslette. “I wanted her to be killed by whatever it was that terrorized the school because I was afraid of what the obsession might truly mean. When she slapped me in the face after I insulted Hagrid I must admit it did something to me.”



“What?” Harry asked narrowing his eyes.



“She gave me my first hard on, Potter!” Draco replied with a leer. “I wanted so much to take her to that dance but I couldn’t ask her. She would only turn me down; so I went for Pansy Parkinson. When Hermione walked in with Krum hanging on her arm like a diseased lemming I was jealous. Hermione was absolutely beautiful. She gleamed golden like a goddess. I wanted so much to dance with her but she spent the entire evening with that ape. When I caught her in our fifth year that was a joy to me. I wanted so much to drag her to a nearby alcove and take her. Umbridge though wanted you to be in her office.”



Ginny opened her mouth. “If you have fancied her for this long why didn’t you act nicely around her?”



“Did your brother?” Draco asked in a smooth, cultured voice. Harry caught a glimpse of Lucius there. It was unnerving to say the least. “The last year I attended school I was wrapped up in that plan. I really wanted to talk to her; get her on her own and explain but I couldn’t. Now, it’s too late.” Draco sighed. He lamented all what might have been through his mind.



Harry sipped more of his port and looked at Ginny. “I wasn’t horrible to you, was I?”



“Apart from ignoring me, no. When you noticed me you were a gentleman.”





“Let me get a bucket before you start groping all right,” Draco groaned; he sighed and carried on to prevent them from rutting in front of him. “I actually have come to admit that what I have for Hermione is love. That was what I was afraid would happen.”



“Why do you love her?” Harry asked.



“Don’t you think she’s a wonderful, beautiful, pleasant human being?” Draco asked. “Wouldn’t you trust her with your very life? It’s probably sort of the reason why everyone else likes her to. Slytherins find trust to be a very perturbing thing,” he sighed and leant over putting his glass of port down on a table. “Hermione just exudes it.”



Ginny nodded. She had to agree with the blond on that.



“And you know of her other lovers?” Harry said.



“I only know of Uncle and the Dark Lord,” Draco sighed. “I wasn’t aware of others.”



“Well, it appears your father is a lover or a wannabe lover,” Harry said. “How does that strike you?”



Draco got up and paced the room. “I am not at all surprised,” he admitted running his hands through his hair. “Lucius is a rather persuasive man when he wants to be. If Hermione is anywhere with him then I can assure you that if they haven’t become lovers yet, then they soon will.”



“You’re not angry?” Ginny asked.



“You called your dad by your first name!” Harry exclaimed at the same time as Ginny spoke.



“One at a bleeding time!” Draco said. His head throbbed with the beginnings of a headache. “Yes, Weaslette, I am furious but throwing things won’t help. And, Potter, it is perfectly normal for people of my class to call our parents by their first names. I would never call him Lucius to his face but I make no bones about calling him Lucius when he hasn’t been around for a week.”



“My father hasn’t been around for my whole life but I’d still call him dad whatever class I belonged to.”



“If you were raised by your father you might think differently, Potter,” Draco drawled.



“Yes, well, I wasn’t. Was I?”



Draco sighed. He didn’t know where this sudden feeling of compassion came from but he knew it meant something. He walked up to his uninvited guest and patted his shoulder.



“That must have been hard,” he sighed. Harry was confused for a minute before Draco gave Harry’s shoulder a brotherly squeeze. He walked back to the armchair he previously occupied and sat back down.



“Do you know where Lucius could be?” Ginny asked.



“Am I my brothers, (or in this case), father’s keeper?” Draco answered. “I wish that I did know. I don’t know where both my parents are,” he said. “I guess my mother’s come to the conclusion that I can look after myself.”



Ginny sipped some more port and turned towards the fire. She stared into its flickering, dancing flames. Harry held her and the three sat silently contemplating their next step. Harry looked at the blond in front of him; Draco was more complex than he thought.



~*~*~



Lucius looked down on his prey. She was actually quite small and fragile. She may have had the Dark Lord but there was that innocent countenance about the way she held her chin. He loved that about her, her extreme innocence.



“I have longed to hold you captive, my dear,” he purred. “Longed to have you where only I can be with you.”



“I do not want you!”



“I want you, and that is the most important thing,” he said. He tilted her chin up so that he could stare into her round brown eyes. He dipped his head and placed his lips on hers. He licked her lips with the tip of his tongue. She parted her mouth and he flickered his tongue in and out of her mouth. Hermione’s tongue tingled as he swept the underside of his tongue on the top of hers making sure she had enough of his flavour in her mouth.



“Hmm,” he said. “That was nice.”



“I hate to admit it,” she sighed. “But that was nice.”



He stroked her cheek and cupped it in his hand. She leant into his palm. He brushed aside the coils of her hair behind her ear with the tips of his fingers.



“You really are too young to tie yourself down to one Wizard, Hermione.”



She wanted to shake her head but the only way she could disagree with him was to talk to him.



“I love Rodolphus,” she said. “He’s the one for me.”



Lucius sighed. She needed to have another kiss. He ran the pad of his thumb along the lower lip, which was full and pouting slightly. He parted her lips with his forefinger and slipped his tongue inside her mouth once again. He swirled his tongue around licking the wet walls of her cheeks. Hermione moaned; Lucius smirked against her lips. He felt his pulsing as he urged the tip of his tongue further down her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her waist and ground his erection against her stomach. He began to feel constricted in his robes. She felt her heart beat, pounding her blood around her circuitry system making her hot.



“Lucius!” she panted when he broke the kiss.



His blue eyes sparkled like two sapphires trapped in a clear cube of ice. Hermione bit her lower lip. She wanted to steer away from his glacial glare but found she couldn’t move her eyes away from him. She was glued to his eyes by some invisible unknown curse. In a strange way she was more frightened of Lucius than she was of Lord Voldemort.



“Come, Hermione, let me show you around.”



He took her hand and led her through the Chateau. He led her upstairs and opened door after door of opulent, luxurious bedrooms made for one purpose and one purpose only – seduction. He dragged her back down the stairs where he showed her the Dining Room, the Morning Room, and finally a Library, which Hermione was very impressed with. He swept an arm about her waist and dragged her away from the room to show her something that he had saved to last.



He led her to the conservatory and through the garden where there was an indoor swimming pool a few feet away from the Chateau. He walked her into the room and shut the door with a flick of his wrist he locked the door. He didn’t plan to leave the room for a while.



“What?” she asked.



“This is going to be a room you are going to be very well acquainted with,” Lucius said. He walked over to a gramophone and placed the needle carefully on an album. Hermione heard Bolero start to play from the album. She closed her eyes as she tried not to let her body react. In her opinion this was the sexiest piece of classical music ever written. “This piece of music is exactly like sex, wouldn’t you say, Hermione? It starts soft, and low indicating the caress of lovers kissing and touching. It begins to build up to an intense middle, indicating that the couple are now taking their clothes off ready to make love. Oh and then there is the finale; the crashing symbols; the heavy drumming, and then the final blast. The couple has come to their final completion."



Hermione blushed and rocked on her feet. “Yes,” she whispered. “I agree.” She would never listen to this tune the same way again. She would forever hear Lucius voice explaining it this way to her.



“It is rather hot in here, isn’t it?” Lucius sighed. He looked at the swimming pool. “I think I need to cool down. I like swimming; it is almost as sensual as this piece of the music.”



He unclasped his cloak and laid it on a bench. He laid his cloak on top of the heavy velvet material. He unfastened the ribbons at the side of the tunic loosening it so that he could take it off. He was soon standing in a white shirt that was tucked inside his trousers and opened wide to reveal an Adonis body. Hermione’s mouth parted at the sight of his lithe body. A smug smile crept along his lips. He may have been too rough with her the first time but this time he’d be slow and gentle. He unfastened his buttons and slid it down his arms revealing them to be sinewy and muscular. Hermione gulped. The music was beginning to get louder now. The same tune but stirring different feelings within her soul. He whipped the belt strap out of the holders. He unfastened the button of his trousers and took the zip down before letting the trousers fall to the floor. He stepped out of them standing there in nothing but his socks, shoes and boxer shorts.



“Lucius, this is wrong. You are married, and I am engaged. Lust is an empty emotion anyway.”



“Who said anything about lust, Hermione?” Lucius asked. “I love you. If anyone’s got the ‘empty emotion’ in this room it is you.”



“You didn’t even give me a look until that evening!” Hermione pointed out.



“Yes, well let’s just say that even the best of us makes mistakes and rash judgements.”



Hermione swept a gaze up and down his body and she landed it on his groin. She knew he was not exactly lacking and it was that fact that frightened her. He shook his head as she contemplated her next move.



“I can’t,” she said. “It’s not just the fact that we are already partnered up with other people; it’s who you are and who I am as well.”



“Were you this argumentative with our Dark Master?”



“No,” she answered hotly.



“So,” Lucius began. “Why are you arguing with me?”



“I can’t do this with you, Lucius. I am not attracted to you in the slightest,” she said.



“You moaned inside my mouth when I kissed you,” he walked closer to her. “I felt you quiver with my touch.”



“That’s not the point,” Hermione said. “I don’t like you!”



“Did you like our Master?”



Hermione felt that she was losing her argument. What was it about Lucius that made her say no? What was she afraid of? It wasn’t as if there was anything she could do about it. She was trapped in a place where no one could rescue her, and where she couldn’t escape from. He tilted his head to one side contemplating her attire. She was still dressed, and that would not do.



“I am going to sit down on the bench,” he said. “I want to watch you strip.”



Hermione’s eyes widened. He was serious. He wanted to have sex with her right now. Lucius quickly strode to the bench. He sat down. He placed his hands at the back of his head snaking his fingers together and leant on the glass panel. He crossed his legs and began twirling his feet to the music. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.



She opened them and looked at him. His eyes were dark and hooded with lust. His mouth was parted and his growing erection had tented his boxers. Hermione sighed and took her hooded cape off. She laid it on the floor. She kicked her silver sandals off and reached around her neck under her hair to unfasten the necklace adorning her throat. She dropped it on the cloak and stroked up and down her sides before she landed on the front hooks of her outside corset. She unhooked her corset and threw that at him; she watched his reaction with a smirk on her face. He caught it expertly, however, and sniffed it. She took her now loose breasts in her hands and circled them around in her palms before untying the bow at the top of her lilac dress, partially revealing her breasts. She lowered one side down and then the other slowly showing her golden flesh. She slipped the sleeves down her arms in a sensual fluid movement. She reached around her back and untied the bow there to. It allowed the dress to fall in a pool at her feet. She was now wearing nothing but a pair of black panties.



Lucius smirked at the colour at the innocent outerwear but the far from innocent underwear. He released one of his hands from around the back of his head and beckoned her with his long forefinger. Hermione walked up to him and he pulled her to his lap.



“Beautiful,” he purred. “Absolutely beautiful,” he murmured dipping his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked and lapped up her breast. Her head fell back wantonly. He reached around the back of her head with his other arm to support her head. He did not want her to crack her head on the stone edged bench.



“Hmm,” she said. “That’s lovely.”



“I am glad you like it, Hermione,” he murmured huskily. He stroked down her belly and slipped his hand inside her panties and started to play with her folds.



“Oh,” she sighed. “That’s – oh! Lucius! Oh!”



He stopped stroking her nether mouth and fiddled with the elastic edging, he yanked them off tearing her panties in two. He then picked her up and looked into her eyes, a man could quite happily die for her. “Let’s go for a swim, shall we?”



He placed her back on her feet. Hermione had a rather pleasant head rush. Lucius bent down to untie his bootlaces. He took his feet out of the boots and slipped the socks off his feet. Hermione liked his feet. They were well looked after and his nails were not ragged in the slightest. She tried not to giggle at the thought of Lucius manicuring his nails. He must have got a house elf to do them.



He noticed her looking at his feet and scowled. He wanted her to look at him. Hermione shook her head and wondered over to the side of the pool. He was about to lead her to the steps but was surprised as she raised her arms up in the air; she bent her knees, and jumped into the pool in a swift and beautiful dive. She swam to the surface. Her hair was wet and flat and it was stuck against her back and face.



“Its heated!” she said in a delightful tone that echoed throughout the pool house.



“Of course it is,” he said. He sat down on the floor and dangled his feet in the water. He slithered in the pool and swam up to her. He caught her in his arms and pulled her to his body. “You are extremely sexy!” he exclaimed in her ear. His tone of voice held little doubt that he was hungry, and it wasn’t food he craved.



She shivered as his breath fell on the sensitive part of her neck. She turned her head around where their lips bumped accidentally with each other’s. He licked her lips and his tongue was soon back in her mouth. His hands rubbed her back and he entwined his fingers in her hair. She moaned his name as he ravished as much of her mouth as he possibly could.



“Hermione,” he sighed. Her legs moved up his and she wrapped them around his waist using her feet and toes to take down his boxers. “Not attracted to me, eh? You little bitch; you can’t wait for me to be inside you!”



“Not true,” she panted. She didn’t believe it though.



“So very true,” he purred. “You are a dirty little Mudblood whore!” He sucked on her earlobe and laid a path of hot, sultry kisses down the side of her throat. He smiled against her skin. He covered her throat with his hot, hungry mouth. She had a lovely taste.



“I am not a whore!” she exclaimed.



“Oh you are,” Lucius murmured sliding his lips down her throat. His mouth met her breast. “You’re my dirty little Whore.”



He sucked her nipple before clamping it between his two teeth. “Lucius!”



“Like that don’t you,” he said. “You like me biting you!” He nipped at the sensitive flesh of her breast. She dug her nails into his scalp. He growled and pushed her against the wall of the pool. “You will yield to my way of thinking eventually, Hermione. You shall be my wife!”



He stroked down her sides before his hands landed on her sweet, fleshy thighs. He felt her quake slightly at his touch. He grazed his manicured fingernails against her wet skin. She moaned and her head rolled back. Lucius eyes lit up and he held the back of her head in his cultured hand as he thrust inside her. Her legs shuddered around him.



“Never!” she exclaimed. “I don’t want to be your wife!”



Lucius thrust harder into her. “Never underestimate propinquity, my dear.”



“You can make love to me any nice way you can, Malfoy, I will NOT be your wife for a kingdom!”



Lucius jerked her head forward and her eyes opened wide. She was forced to lock eyes with him again. “You say that to my face as I rut you,” he commanded as he thrust inside her again. She bit her lip resisting the urge to scream. He gripped her head tightly as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her. “I’m going to make you scream, Hermione! I am going to make you beg to marry me!”



He pushed her so hard that she was sure she was going to bleed. She felt her vagina throb with pain but the way he thrust deep into her made her light headed and she didn’t have this feeling with the Dark Lord. He slid his hands down her back and caressed her butt cheeks with his hot hands. He pinched the flesh slightly. She hung her head over his shoulder, covering her face with his long, silken wet hair that hung like a limpid satin curtain down his back. He pushed her forward impaling her on his shaft.



“LUCIUS!” She screamed!



“I said I’d make you scream, Hermione,” he whispered. “But I am not through with you yet!”



~*~*~



Rodolphus walked out of his room. His hair was messy and he rubbed his sore eyes making them sting. He traipsed down the stairs and a tomato scent assailed his nostrils; he quickly decided to go into the kitchen where he saw his friend cooking.



“You shouldn’t be doing that!” he exclaimed.



“I have to do something otherwise I’d go as crazy as you,” Severus replied. He tasted the sauce and tested the pasta. “Besides we need our strength.”



“Where’s Cissy?” Rodolphus asked.



“Here,” she said. Rudi turned around and saw Narcissa standing there in crumpled robes and messy hair. He had only seen her like that once before and he preferred her like that. “What’s cooking, Severus?”



“Pasta,” he replied. “With meatballs covered in tomato and herb sauce.”



“I love that,” Narcissa sighed.



“I know,” Severus said. He took another sip of the tomato sauce and turned it off. The pasta was cooked too, and he took three plates out.



“Better make that four, Snape!” a voice said behind Narcissa making her scream. She ran behind Rudi shivering!



“Longbottom!” Severus exclaimed arching an eyebrow showing how impressed he was.



“I have some disturbing news,” Neville said. He sat down on the chair. He looked at Narcissa and shook his head. “It’s all right, Mrs Malfoy, I won’t hurt you. I killed your sister that’s revenge enough for me.”



Severus began serving dinner up and Rudi led a still shivering Narcissa to the table.



“Harry came back from your Mansion, Mrs Malfoy. Draco said he hadn’t seen his father in a week. Draco is now with us at Grimmauld Place.”



“Oh good,” Narcissa sighed.



“But that isn’t all,” Neville said. “Apparently Lord Voldemort was told about where you were and ordered Lucius to take her to some hidden hideaway.”



“How do you know this?” Rodolphus asked.



“Someone called Wormtail,” Neville said shrugging his shoulders. “Can someone answer why Harry and Professor Lupin treated him with disdain, I mean more so than anybody else?”



Severus went very quiet twirling his pasta around his fork. “No,” he said.



“Anyway,” Neville sighed. “It seems that the Dark Lord wants Lucius to keep an eye on Hermione to make sure she doesn’t get rescued.”



Narcissa raised a hand to her mouth in shock. “The poor girl!”



“You’re telling me!”



“So, now we don’t know where she is?” Severus said.



“No,” Neville said forking some pasta and placing it in his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise and he looked up at Snape. “Can I have the recipe for this? My gran needs to learn how to cook.”



Severus smile spread slowly across his face. “Of course, I’ll even teach you.”



“No thanks,” Neville said. “I’ve finished school; thank god for that!”



“What are we going to do now?” Rodolphus asked.



“If Lucius was given the order you can sure bet that he didn’t take her where the Dark Lord wanted her to be,” Severus said. “He did become rather infatuated with her.”



“That’s not all,” Neville said gulping down a meatball. “Draco has actually admitted he has feelings for Hermione too.”



“SHE’S MINE!” Rodolphus roared. “I SAW HER FIRST!”



Neville looked at the big man before him. “Actually, if we’re staking claims. I saw her first. On our first day, when I lost my toad, she helped me to find him. She’s been there throughout all my life.”



“I thought you liked her,” Snape said.



“I didn’t fancy her,” Neville said. “I want to have someone else, but if I did fancy her then I am just saying that if I did it was me that saw her first.”



Rodolphus studied the boy carefully. “You don’t think she’s wonderful, and attractive, and beautiful, and sweet?”



“I think she’s all those, but you’d soon cool off someone who placed a full body-bind on you.”



Everyone laughed. He had said something so true. “My sweet Hermione did that to you?”



“Yes, Mr Lestrange,” Neville replied.



“Thank you, Neville,” Narcissa said in a warm, husky voice. “You have proved beyond doubt that you are your fathers son.”



Neville looked at Narcissa again and blushed. She was indeed a beautiful and intelligent woman. He looked at her hair and wanted to stroke it.



“That’s all right, Mrs Malfoy,” Neville said. “Anyway I best get back to HQ. I’ll come back here when I find more information. If you want my advice you best make yourselves scarce for a couple of days. The Dark Lord may want to investigate this place if he knows about it.”



“I was already thinking of that,” Severus said. He narrowed his eyes at the lad. He wondered if perhaps the Dark Lord had picked the wrong boy.



“Good,” Neville said. He pushed his chair and stood up and nodded to each of them in turn. “We should alert the world to her disappearance and start making serious moves to track her down.”



He walked out of the kitchen. Narcissa drew her chair back and got up, she ran out of the kitchen to see if she could catch up with Neville. She managed to catch up to him before he apparated.



“Neville!” she yelled. He turned around and he looked at her. She truly was a pretty woman.



“Yes, Mrs Malfoy?”



“Tell Draco that I say he is to stay at Grimmauld Place,” Narcissa said. “That on no account is he to leave on his own. He is to stay put!”



“I doubt he’ll listen but I will pass the message on,” Neville said. Narcissa tilted his chin up.



“You’ve grown up, Neville Longbottom,” she whispered. She placed her lips on his and kissed him. “Hmm, not bad.”



She made her way back to the house leaving Neville a very happy young man. He had never thought he would like to be kissed by anyone connected to his parent’s torture but Narcissa Malfoy was an extremely attractive woman, and one that cared about Hermione.



A/N – Well, Lucius is a rather naughty man isn’t he? But Hermione stripping for him surprised even me! And Neville is growing up isn’t he? I must admit I felt warm when Narcissa kissed him!