Captive Bride

*waving white flag* hi everyone! Christmas is now over and January is here which means slower business. Selling, shipping and packaging of items have finally slowed down enough that I was able to get paperwork for three months caught up and then boxed and stored, leaving files and drawers ready for the new year. Enjoy!


Chapter 10

So here she sat, in the corner in of an unused classroom over looking the castle. Unable to concentrate Hermione closed the book in her hands and tossed it to the cushion seat beside her then leaned her head against the cold stone wall, letting a heavy sigh escape as her eyes closed. Suddenly the image of the Great Hall, as seen from the Head table, popped into her mind. The view panned from side to side never really settling as if she was looking for something.
Hermione straightened, ‘How odd.’
Shaking her head she leaned back against the wall and again closed her eyes. Relaxing her body a tranquil feeling came over her. She was floating, nice and warm in a dark, soft, place. A gentle thrumming sound could be felt as she laid curled at peace within her little world. Then her mind flashed once more to a view in the Great Hall, but she was looking to one side of her at an approaching Professor Snape. Snape’s mouth was moving but it was like the volume was at the wrong pitch and she couldn’t make out the words. She felt that if she could only concentrate a little harder and tune something to the right translator communications could be achieved. Suddenly she stood up from the table, no wait she wasn’t standing someone else was, and the perspective was too high for her. The view point turned towards a small side door in a wall notch.
*Hermione*
Outside, straggling children were walking towards the main doors for supper, passing the her by.
*Hermione,open your eyes. I need to see where you are.*
Hermione opened her eyes and immediately became nauseous. Two scenes, one of the classroom which was thankfully still, and the other of passing portraits and moving stairs, passed before her eyes. A fleeting impression of a long blonde lock of hair flickered at the edge of her sight as she passed by a suit of armor.
*What part of the castle are you in? Concentrate for a moment, I can tell it’s a tower classroom that you are in but which tower is it?*

Hermione eyes flickered to the view outside the window towards the main hall then back intot he classroom.

Hermione watched the door to the classroom she was hiding in open then shut at the entrance of her husband. He stared at her as she waited in her window seat with narrowed eyes.

“How dare you not tell me about this, this psychic connection we have. How long have this been going on. Of course! The ceremony, it first happened at the very beginning during the ceremony. Can you control my actions as well or only read my thoughts? “ Hermione turned a furious look at Lucius.

“You could say that we did not know how the connection would take with you.”

“We? Who else knew about this?”

“Don’t be a silly nit. The connection has been made and there was no choice in the making of it as you kindly will recall.” Lucius traced her cheek with the back of his fingers.

She turned her head away when she felt herself becoming more aroused by his touch. “I still would have liked to have known. I don’t like being blindsided like this. Do you know what happened today?” Hermione’s anger started to boil when she saw a smile trace the edges of his lips. “That’s right! Snape would have told you before you came here. I couldn’t quite hear him telling you. Do you realize that I shall never be able to look Harry in the eye again. And before that I caught myself lecturing a younger student because of you. How am I to control my actions when I don’t know if they are mine or not or what to expect, especially now that I have to deal with your brain? Wait a moment, Draco was there and he is your son. You’re connected to him aren’t you? Do I have to deal with an adolecent male? What do you think you are doing?" Hermione stopped her rant when felt his hand slide down her neck.

“In time you will be able to separate others thought from yours. Some brides never gain a strong enough connection to even be able to receive thoughts from others. The family connection is as ancient as the marriage ceremony. I will take any advantage that I have to keep up with you. You are now a Malfoy, remember that. Your friends, Harry included, have no bearing on our relationship.” Lucius leaned forward and kissed her.

She pulled away from him. “You can be infuriating, at times, do you realize that?” Hermione stood and started walking to the door, forgetting about her bag, when Lucius grabbed her by the wrist.

Pulling her into his arms Lucius started to ravish her mouth. The moment she started to kiss him back he sat down in the window seat pulling her onto his lap so that her knees straddle his hips on the cushions. He pushed her robe down her arms so that he could rip open her blouse. Buttons went flying as she leaned her head back offering her breasts to his touch. Lucius started rubbing her nipples through her bra causing them to harden, sending a rush of sensations to her mound. Her breasts had never felt so sensitive to the touch. Hermione moaned and started to gyrate against his hips, soaking the bulging cloth. Feminine hands ran through his long blonde hair, removing the hair clip and letting it fall to the cushions as she kissed his forehead, nose then lips.

His hands roved down to her thighs where he traced the edge of her stockings, then pushed her skirt up so that he could reach his ultimate goal.

Moving the cloth of her panties to the side he lightly teased her love button. She was wet and moaning in need as her blood rushed to her lower entrance.

Hermione reached down between their hips to grasp him through his pants. Thankfully he had been wearing his robe open through out the day. Finding the button she slipped it open and pulled the zipper down carefully as there wasn’t much room to spare between him and the metal teeth. Reaching inside she could feel every throbbing inch of his cock.

Suddenly he pushed her hand out of the way and positioned her over him. Lucius groaned as her wet flesh engulfed his in warm tight muscles. He groaned again as he held Hermione by her hips and started to move her rapidly to and fro.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders and moaned into his mouth.

Grunting he reached up and grasped her by the hair, using the strands to pull her head back so that he could kiss her neck, sucking on it, leaving a vivid mark on the skin. Soon she was gasping with each downward thrust as he moaned with each milking of her inner muscles. Their arms tighten around each other as they came to a shattering climax that left him leaning against the window and her with head buried in his shirt.

Outside the window all that could be seen was the back of a blonde head with arms tangled in the long hair. Pansy could not believe what she was seeing. She had walked in the courtyard after supper and saw Harry and Ron with gaping mouths staring up at a tower. Deciding that it was time to try some new boys for her own personal stable. Seducing these two under Ginny and Hermione noses would be as sweet as icing on naked flesh. Pansy walked over to stand by them and began to sigh quite loudly, the action caused her chest to make a lovely show of her breasts. Irritation set in when she couldn’t gain even a glance from the targets, so, she looked up searching for whatever could have stolen their attention. There, framed in a window was Professor Malfoy, sitting in a window seat several stories up, with female arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. She couldn’t see who was with him but it had to be a student because she seen all the female professors in the Great Hall lingering at the head table.

“That lucky b…..” Pansy started to say

“Do you have any idea who that could be with him? I shudder just at the thought of him shagging anything… ouch! That hurt, Harry." Ron bent down to rub his calf.

Harry shot a look at Ron trying to communicate the message to keep his mouth shut. He looked back up at the tower and narrowed his eyes. “Did you need something Pansy?”

“I want what she’s having. Who could that be?” Looking away from the tower window she started racing for the closest entrance. She was going to find out who had gotten to Professor Malfoy, especially since she was still trying.

Harry raced after her and where Harry went Ron followed.

Above in the tower Hermione lifted her head in time to catch the sight of Ron and Harry racing towards the castle tower where she was.

“Malfoy, umm Lucius, Harry and Ron are running this way. Do you think they saw us? Bloody hell!” She gasped as Lucius turned to look outside the window causing him to shift inside her.

“Hold on.” Malfoy murmured in her ear.

Tightening their hold on each other, Malfoy stood up with her in his arms.

“What are you going to do? You can’t apparate in the castle or on the grounds.” Hermione started to shift herself out of Lucius’s arm but stopped when he tightened them.

He carried them to a large corner cabinet and climbed inside. Shutting the door to the point where only a thin line of light shined. Just in time too. Pounding feet and slamming doors started to echo through the tower hallway.
Suddenly the door to their classroom slammed open as Pansy rushed headfirst into the room. Rushing to the window she looked out the window to make sure that she was at the right angle.

“This is it” Pansy said as she whirled around. “I didn’t see anyone in the halls or on the stairs so they still have to be in here.

Lucius quickly closed the closet door and spoke a quiet charm to seal the doors from within.
The doors rattled as Pansy tried to open all the cabinets she could.

“No one else is in here Pansy, are you sure that this is the right classroom?” Hermione tensed at the sound of Harry’s voice.

“Maybe..” Pansy’s voice faded as it left the classroom.

“Umm, why did we go chasing after Pansy, Harry? I sure don’t want to find out who is being shagged by Professor Malfoy. Hey isn’t that Hermione’s school bag? Why is it in here? I can’t believe that Hermione is married to someone as old as my dad.” Ron said as Harry shut the door.

“Yeah that’s her bag. It’s a good thing that Pansy didn’t recognize it. Especially as Hermione always has it filled to bursting with her books. Hermione, I know you’re in here. You can come out now.” Harry leaned against the door, waiting.

“Why would Hermione be in the room that we saw Malfoy… No! She wouldn’t! Not with that old git. I know she said that she was married to him but honestly! I think I’m going to be sick. Do you think he could be forcing her?”

“Hermione I know you are in here, somewhere, come on, stop hiding.” Harry’s voice started to move around the room. “I’m not leaving till you come out even if Professor Malfoy is with you.”

“He stubborn enough to do it.” Hermione whispered in the dark closet.

Suddenly she felt Lucius’s face against her cheek where she could feel him smile as a hand started squeezing her bottom cheek.

“You wouldn’t dare! They will hear us. They would hear me!” Hermione muttered as she reached a hand down in a vain attempt to capture the roving hand.

Lucius sighed then gave one last squeeze as he lifted her off him.

Quickly as possible while in such close quarters they straighten, tucked and buttoned their clothes back in place. Finally Lucius gestured the doors open.

Hermione stared out at Harry who stood right outside the doors. Ron gaped behind him from the window where he held Hermione’s bag.

“Bloody Hell!” Was all that needed to be said but was kindly put forth by Ron.

Hermione turned red as she dared anyone to say anything.

“So umm Hermione, umm, I don’t know what to, umm, Hermione did you really just, umm, Bloody Hell.” Harry didn’t know how to ask the question.

You’re shagged Professor Malfoy, Hermione. You did it in the window in a classroom.” Ron accused.

“How very astute of you Weasley.” Malfoy sarcastically spoke as he helped Hermione down from the closet before he climbed out.

Hermione tried to calmly lift her hand to her hair in order to avoid Harry accusing gaze.

“You have a rather large hickey, Hermione. There on your neck, right side.” Harry muttered.

“Oh.” Hermione covered her neck with her hand using the other to pull her hair forward.

Lucius walked over to the window and picked up his hair clip from the cushions. Smoothing his hair back into its club he straightened his robe and walked back over to Hermione.

Just then, Pansy walked back into the classroom. “Granger why are you here. Did you happen to see anyone trying to sneak down the hall, Granger, by chance? Oh, good evening Professor Malfoy.” She batted her eyelashes at him. “Do you think you could let me do some extra credit for you sometime, Professor?”

“I don’t do extra credit. What are you lot doing up here in the tower? I believe classes are over for the day.” Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest waiting for an answer.

Pansy smiled up at the professor while Harry and Ron looked everywhere but at the window, Hermione or professor.

“You will all return to your dormitories, immediately. I don’t want to catch you up here unless for a class.” Malfoy walked towards the door.

Hermione quietly walked over to Ron to get her bag while she watched everyone carefully, especially Pansy. So far Pansy hadn’t connected her presence with Malfoy’s. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or irritated. Thankfully no one could hear her squishing as she walked. She saw Lucius toss a look over his shoulder as he walked to the door.

“Bloody telepathy!” She muttered.

“Why Hermione? How did he make you do it? We would have saved you if you just stuck with us.” Ron moved to Hermione side.

“Not in front of Pansy, Ron.” Harry threw a glance over his shoulder at the dreamy eyed Pansy. If you call it dreamy with those piggy eyes.

Suddenly from down the hall Draco raced around the corner. “Granger, Father, I mean Professor Malfoy, Dumbledore wants to speak to you both.”

Professor Malfoy stopped and looked at everyone. “Everyone but Miss Granger return to your dormitories, now. By the grace of chance you have received mercy. Move, now.”

With one last glance at Hermione, Harry and Ron turned to walk away. Pansy slowly followed because she didn’t want to leave either Malfoys’ presence. Plus she was still horny from seeing Professor Malfoy shagging. Pausing at a corner she looked back at Hermione.

“No, he wouldn’t have. Not with her.”

“I never thought that I would have to rescue my father after he was caught shagging his wife.” Draco started snickering.

“Draco.”

“Yes father? Ha ha.”

Hermione couldn’t help but snicker herself. It was pretty funny if you thought about it. Trying to keep a straight face she started walking down the hall ahead of the Malfoy males. Reaching the hallway that lead to Professor Malfoy’s quarters she paused for a moment to look both ways for people before sneaking into his classroom, knowing that Lucius and Draco would go to the other door that lead directly into office. She hurried up the small flight of stairs to the connecting door to wait. Draco opened it for her with a wide grin on his face.

“You shall have to speak to the Headmaster, Granger. This sneaking around just to get some relaxation must be really hard. Because obviously you two are using classrooms for the extracurricular activities. I won’t always be available to come and get you two out of these messes. Professor Snape you’ll never guess what the happy couple been up to just now.” Draco moved out of the way to let Hermione in to the office where she could see the Potions Master sitting in an upholstered chair by the fire.

“Exhibition if I heard the rumors right. Or at least the elder Malfoy was sighted. The lucky partner with him was not recognized but there are guesses. Some are even saying that they weren’t even shagging.” Snape murmured dryly.

“Thank God for small favors.” Lucius walked over to his bottle of fire whisky and poured himself a glass. “No doubt you are hungry, sit down at the desk while I get you something.”

Hermione’s stomach growled at the suggestion of food. Deciding that nothing could be changed now, she decided to let Lucius bossiness slide for now. Sitting down at the desk she moved paperwork out of the way, absentmindedly arranging while the men idly chatted till something caught her attention.

“Wait did you say that both Ginny and Luna missed their classes today?” Hermione asked as the tray of food appeared before her. She happily noted that some nice crunchy pickles were piled next to her salad. “That’s not like them to miss a class, let alone all of them. Especially both of them at the same time. Hmm.” Hermione dug into her salad as she pondered. Picking up a pickle wedge she took a bite while trying to remember if anything had been said to her about a flu bug going around the school.

Suddenly she put the pickle back onto the plate. “They aren’t in the castle. I know it, but the chances for both Luna and Ginny being snatched at the same time are not likely. No the Dark Lord would only have one of them, but which one? And where is the other one. Lucius, is there a way to find out which of my friends he’d have? We have to figure out how to get her back before it’s too late.” Hermione nibbled her bottom lip. “How much notice do you get when he calls you to muster? Probably not enough time to do anything about it so we have to be ready at the spur of the moment. If he has one of my friends where is the other one then? She wouldn’t have gone far. He better not have both of them! Do you hear me!” Hermione stood up from the chair, giving everyone the evil eye, daring anyone to say that there was a chance that both of her friends had been captured.

Like an irate queen she demanded, “Just what are you going to do to fix this and get my friends back?”

“Well we can wait and see which one the Dark Lord has then hope that she is given to Snape. What?” Draco turned towards Professor Snape who was backing up with both hands raised. Turning back to look at Hermione he suddenly had an up close view of her furious eyes. Somehow Hermione had moved from the desk to stand right in front of him in just a few seconds of distraction. “How did you move so..”

“Wait and see? Oh I'm blinded by the brilliance of that idea. I’m amazed that no one else thought of it. Where shall I begin? Say that there are ten death eaters out there in this groom pool. That means that Snape has a ten percent chance of being chosen. Add who knows how many more to the lucky marriage lottery therefore lowering our chances of Snape still being the lucky man. Oh wait, I guess we can double our chances if we consider you. Tell me do you want a wife?” Hermione shook with fury and frustrations. Today had been bad enough but to find out her friends were missing made her want to kick something. Kick them were it would hurt and do the most damage. She knew that the men in the room weren’t at fault but still all three had a connection and that connection was about to mess with one of her friends. She grasped Draco’s lapels and started to shake him as she started to cry.

Draco looked down at the hysterical Hermione. He looked at Snape who was scowling into the fire and then at his father. Draco honestly had no clue as to how he could comfort a female, let alone one that he had hardly spoken to before she married his father.

Lucius walked over and grasped Hermione by her shoulders slowly pulling her away from his stunned son. Hermione turned and buried her face in his robes making sure that they were good and wet before kicking him on the shin.

Looking up at her husband she narrowed her eyes, somehow, someway the erratic swinging off her emotions were his fault. She knew it. If she hadn’t been constantly thinking of him or dealing with his thoughts she would have paid more attention to her friends and their doings. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a conversation with Luna and she could remember speaking with Ginny, but in all honesty what the conversation concerned didn’t come to mind. Something about stairs and a professor…

Lucius watched as his now calm wife walked over to desk and picked up her fork. The last thought that he had caught from her was very odd. The castle was full of stairs both stationary and mobile, and various times throughout the day professors could be found on them.

“Father, I don’t think I’m ready for marriage.” Draco whispered as he stared at Hermione.

“I don’t think anyone ever is deep down inside. The female mind is an unknown territory in all thought processes.” Snape turned to look over his shoulder at the girl.

Hermione looked up in time to see all three pairs of eyes staring at her in confusion. *Men what strange creatures they are.*

“I think it best that we all get some rest. Goodnight.” Lucius strode to the hall door and opened it just in time for a stumbling red haired girl to collapse in the doorway.

“Ginny!”