Not All that Glitters is Gold

margaritama - Hermione in clothes?! NO!! Haha. No she will eventually but I like to think she's gotten used to her body now that she's been nekkid nearly the entire story. One of the many luxuries that Malfoy can provide her with is the feeling of being normal...muahaha. And yes, her plan might backfire...you never know unless you keep reading!

mhaj78 - Thank you for the review! I'm glad you really like the story. I do too! And yes, Draco is quite the passionate fool whereas Lucius is more cold and calculating. Hermione doesn't just go for survival, she goes for the win. Gotta love her!

scarletwitchextreme - Haha! Not completely insane. Draco is extremely possessive of people, things, and whatever. He would NEVER want Hermione to feel that Lucius is a better man than he is and acts accordingly. He's obsessed and smitten with her, just as Lucius is, but acts on his passion and desire. We will see what happens when Lucius discovers his own obsession with Hermione and how butting heads will occur. And Fred and George will always have the last laugh. ALWAYS!!! Still hope you like the story =)

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Lucius appeared in his room, half expecting to find Hermione on the floor, bloodied, ready for him to pick up the pieces. He may have been an older...gentleman...but that didn't mean he had no ethics. Unlike his son, he wouldn't ever consider forcing himself onto a woman, slave or not. Of course, things might be interpreted differently from the other party, but it didn't matter to him. He was always right, even when he was wrong.

Somehow, Lucius felt an urge to burst through Draco's room and snatch the young girl from his son. He was beginning to regret allowing Draco ownership of the girl. He wanted her for himself. As lecherous as it may seem, the Granger girl was a thorn in his side for years. Always surpassing his son. He wanted to see her fail at one thing, and if it meant getting entangled in the wide web he created then so be it.

Pacing in his room for what seemed hours, Lucius ran his hand through his hair and stared at himself in the mirror that hung over the fireplace. Seemingly making up his mind, he turned and marched out of his room. His dark emerald cloak whooshed behind him as he moved in a straight path, knocking several small house-elves out of his way with his foot, cane, and even pushing one into the wall with his hand.

He stopped at Draco's door, his hand hovering over the door knob. Straining to see if he could hear anything, the only noise that he could make up was running and splashing water. Sneering slightly, Lucius pulled open the door. Draco's room had a familiar scent of sex embedded deep into the air. His nostrils flared and fists clenched. There wasn't any blood or fallen hair that he could see. This meant one of two things. Either Draco managed to tame the fiery spirit of Hermione, or she had willingly choose him. Both made Lucius feel a heavy knot in his stomach.

His cold gray eyes landed on a book that was thrown hastily to the ground. Bending down, he picked it up and ran his gloved hand over the cover. Draco would never touch such a thing. It had been sitting on his desk for years gathering dust. A small smirk played across his lips. His son was clever. Taking a page out of his father's book in order to tame the young girl. Too bad he was a novice. He heard Draco's voice echo in the bathroom, followed by a unison moan. His eyes narrowed and he dropped the book onto the bed.

Standing, Lucius brushed his long blond hair from his face and approached the door. Draco had Hermione in his lap. Both grinding and moaning together, his lips grazing across the young girl's throat before aching up toward her lips. Whatever they were doing, they had just finished. Lucius' mind exploded with rage, something even he didn't expect, when Draco's lips pecked at hers. Her arms were wrapped loosely over his shoulders and she didn't look uncomfortable at all.

Draco spoke, words Lucius knew oh too well. Words that could cause the entire world to collapse. He was in love with the girl. Or so he thought anyway. Draco always loved what he couldn't have. As much as it pained Lucius to take something away from Draco, after he had finally seen his old son again, Lucius wasn't about to share in the bliss of having such a woman.

"Draco," his voice echoed and was stern. Both of the looked at him. Hermione's face blushed heavily, she was embarrassed? Why? Because she had been in the middle of screwing his son when the only person who had ever been kind to her since her capture stood in the middle of the doorway with water under his boots?

Lucius sneered mentally. Foolish child. Draco moved from the tub after Lucius said those things. Hurtful words but true none the less. He had often fantasized the taste of Granger's lips but never acted on it. Kissing was for intimate partners, not for master and slave. Draco was becoming lost in his emotions and his duty. Lucius kept his eye on Hermione, watching her sink into the bath, which had just begun to refill itself.

"Father," Draco's voice broke through Lucius' gaze on the girl, forcing him to lean forward as Draco whispered, "Touch her and I swear. You will lose everything you ever cared about."

Such an empty threat for an inflated ego, Lucius immediately thought. He stared at Hermione for a second and charged after Draco. His son stood at his closet, pulling on his slacks and shirt. Lucius stuck his cane out and wheeled his son around.

"You are getting too close to the girl, Draco." He needed to warn his son for two reasons. Emotions cause people to do the strangest things and the last thing Lucius wanted was for Draco to do something stupid and get himself killed. Also, he wanted his son to back away from the girl. He wanted her as well.

"Is that jealousy I smell?" Draco spoke haughtily and Lucius felt the urge to smack him upside the head.

"Don't think I don't know what really happened in Romania. The Carrows may be unintelligent lackeys but believe me, I can worm information out of anyone," his eyes bore into his son's.

Draco pushed Lucius' cane from his neck and pulled his wand out, pointing it at his father. "Believe what you want, father. But I also know why you're so adamant on getting rid of me."

He watched his son's eyes dart to the bathroom and back again. "Aren't you too old to be messing around with girls? When they told me you liked them young, I would have never expected ---"

Lucius didn't know what came over him. His hand had risen and he smacked Draco, pushing him against his closet door. He may have been three times Draco's age, but he wasn't a weak man by any means. Their faces were close to one another, Lucius could hear Draco's enraged breath against him.

"Do not speak to me in such a fashion, Draco. I raised you to be better than that." His voice was grave and deep, yet his grip held tightly onto Draco's collar. "The girl is nothing but a nuisance to you. Perhaps it'd be better if she were in some one else's hands."

His son's eyes widened and he struggled to push Lucius away. Lucius knew Draco would fight, not for the girl, but just to show that he was in control. "Hermione stays here. With me."

"Hermione?" Lucius raised an eyebrow, "Since when did you start calling the slave by her real name? My, you have gotten soft."

His words broke Draco at that moment. He cast his father the most loathsome look ever and stalked out of the room, slamming the door. Lucius heard the screams of a house-elf as Draco crucio'd the creature, followed by a faint pop.

Smoothing out his hair, Lucius turned and stopped dead in his tracks. Hermione was standing in the doorway. Her hair dripping with water and arms covering herself. Lucius snarled and tossed one of his son's shirts at her.

"Put some clothes on for Merlin's sake!"

Hermione did what she was told and didn't say anything. Lucius wondered if she had heard the entire conversation, but Lucius was very in control of the environment and would have noticed anything out of the ordinary. He gripped onto his cane as he watched her lift her arms and pull the shirt through them. Her breasts moved with every sway, enticing him to her, yet he remain still.

"Tell me, girl..." Lucius said lightly, turning to Draco's desk. He lifted up several odds and ends, placing them back down. "What has my son told you?"

"Excuse me?" Hermione's voice was soft and like velvet. It sent a shiver up Lucius' spine.

"You heard me," he said, flipping through a few unused parchments before turning to her.

Her big doe eyes looked up at him as if she were confused. He sneered. She wasn't. He knew intelligence when he saw it.

"You two have obviously made up. I wonder what he did or told you to make you change your...attitude for him."

Her eyes instantly looked down at the floor. She was either thinking of a lie or ashamed. He preferred the former. Lucius stood rooted at his spot, watching her cogs turn in her head.

"He's just..I..."

She didn't know what lie would spare her, Lucius thought. It made his blood boil. She knew what she was doing to his son. She was far to gifted to just turn over a new leaf without a plan. He admired that. Too bad it wouldn't work on him if she tried, but would she try? That was another question all together.

"His work is apparently suffering. You probably did not know but Draco came across Potter and Weasley, your two friends. Do you know what he did when he cornered them?"

Lucius' eyes flashed at Hermione, who shook her head quietly. "He let them go."

He watched her expression. She looked shocked, which only meant one thing...he hadn't told her. Lucius figured it out when he wandered down to the dungeons. The Weasley twins were cackling with laughter because Bellatrix couldn't break them. Every curse she threw at them only resulted in hysterical laughter and some odd comment about the weather, some ruddy owl named Errol, and pumpkin pasties. She was nearing her wits end and was close to casting the killing curse on them, if it had not been for Lucius.

As much as he wanted to pat them on the back for driving his already insane sister-in-law, well former sister-in-law, he knew they were on the block for death. He was far more convincing then his crazy sister-in-law, former sister-in-law. He spared them, only to enrage Bellatrix, and because they were rather humorous - not that he'd admit it. They were left cackling at Bellatrix for not breaking them and doing a jig around the cell with arms linked. He had to give them acknowledgment for their courage and strength.They mentioned witnessing Draco disarm Potter and Weasley but that was it.

It caused Lucius to recount everything. His son, so eager to please the Dark Lord, wouldn't let Weasley or Potter go. Not unless he had alternative means. That brought Hermione Granger into the equation, and that was when Lucius discovered his son's growing affection for her. Stupid childish git.

"Have you nothing to say?" He asked her, clenching his gloved hands when she refused to speak.

He wondered if she talked to Draco, told him things, even yelling at him would suffice. It was frustrating and Lucius hated not getting what he wanted. "You've ruined my son, witch." Lucius' voice rose slowly as he moved toward her.

"I can understand your human need to want to survive, but whatever you're doing to my son. I advise you to stop..."

"What do you care?" Her voice piped up, defiance in her eyes. She backed away slowly, "So maybe...maybe I'm more...open to things. It's about survival, isn't it...Malfoy?"

He growled and charged at her, his anger taking over. Lucius grabbed Hermione by the back of her head, twisting his fingers into her locks. "Survival?! You're fucking with the wrong family, girl. Don't think I don't know what you're doing. You're hoping to play him against me and it won't work. I feel nothing for you. NOTHING."

He lied. Lied to a girl he couldn't stop thinking about. A girl who was the reason he left those close to her alive. Betrayed his own bloodline by wanting, needing, craving her. For her, he'd betray the Dark Lord himself...She was fire. Determination. Wit. Everything. She was everything.

Hermione let out a small gasp as Lucius lowered his mouth to hers, capturing her own lips with his. Her gasp enabled him to part her lips, his tongue seeking hers. Her frail body melted against him like it was the missing piece to his puzzle. Filthy mudblood. Why did she taste so good? Why did she smell like heaven?

He lifted her and pushed her against the wall, his hands searching through the folds of Draco's shirt, pulling it off. He'll let her wear his own after. Hermione let out a gasp as his lips traced over her neck and collarbone. Her hands stuck into his hair, tangling herself deep with it. He was frantic at this point, pushing against her like there was no tomorrow.

The only thing that separated him from her was the fabric of his trousers. Hermione gripped onto his shoulder as he brought an arm down and quickly freed himself. It was over in a minute. Lucius was pumping deep into her, Hermione's head ached back against the wall. Her hands gripped onto his hair, digging into his skull.

Lucius let out small subtle grunts, while Hermione's pleasant moans filled his ears. Music. Music to his ears. He gripped onto her as his thrusts grew more and more rapid, filling her warm heat with every inch of his. He could feel her walls tightening around his length, begging to squeeze every last ounce of his seed. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

Hermione let out a disgruntled moan when Lucius pulled himself from her, raging hard but with a satisfied smirk on his face. She looked at him with flushed skin and red lips, chewing on her bottom lip. He was letting his own passion expel itself and that was unacceptable. Lucius ran his fingers over her skin and turned her, facing the wall.

He moved her hands against the smooth grayish walls and traced his hands down her body, feeling her shiver from his touch. Lucius brought his lips to her ear, breathing slowly, "Draco may be easier to satisfy. He's young and has much to learn, but I...on the other hand...am very difficult to please. You better learn that now, Ms. Granger. Your wiles won't work on me."

Hermione tilted her head back when he pushed his fingers between her legs, pistoning them into her heat while his thumb pressed against her sensitive nub. He bucked his left between her backside cheeks, groaning mentally from the feel. Hermione's fingers clenched as she felt herself arriving at an orgasm but Lucius stopped. He smirked and witnessed her trying to move her hips, wanting that release.

"You've become to accustomed with getting what you want," he moaned into her ear, increasing the speed of his hand as he brought her to another near climax before stopping. "Did you not listen when they told you I was a master at torture? It's not always about pain, my dear girl. It can be quite pleasant..."

Lucius traced his fingers, now honeyed with her sweet juices, to the bud of her arse. Trailing it around the puckered hole, Lucius pressed the head of his length against it. Hermione pushed away, knowing quite well what was happening, but Lucius held her firmly around the middle. Her breathing increased and thighs quivered as he pressed harder, filling her arse with his own manhood.

"No! Stop!" She cried out but it was far too late. He was sheathed deep inside her and wasn't planning on stopping. Covering her mouth with his hand, Lucius began pumping into her tight hole. Tears streamed down her cheeks and onto his hand as she let out a stifled cry.

"Relax, girl..." He whispered, slowly thrusting into her, "It won't hurt as much." He felt her body relax and smirked, she was a smart cookie.

He slowly and steadily began thrusting, feeling the tightness of her ass around him. Sweat began to bead around his forehead and he actually let out a grunt. He listened to Hermione's breath, drowned with sorrow and moans, causing him to thrust quicker. She felt so good around him and that was what she was for. Something to put his mind off of life all together.

Lucius nearly stopped when he felt Hermione's hand on his. Her grip was tight as well, nails digging into his skin. He smirked and leaned against her, thrusting harder than he would normally. She liked it rough then. He made a mental note of it. Lucius moved a hand to the wall, pressing himself as deep as he could as he let out a final grunt and filled her. He stood there, holding onto Hermione against him. She was still breathing hard and her eyes were stained with tears, he knew that and he didn't have to look at her to see it.

He pulled himself from her and whipped her around, holding onto her as she nearly collided to the ground. "Remember when I said I can be gentle if you're on my good side...this was gentle. Don't think you can play games with my family and not expect retribution, Ms. Granger."

He looked at her, eyes scanning her beautiful form. "Come. I'll let you pick a book out of my library." He held onto her wrist and pulled her with him. Her feet stumbled behind him and he knew she was going to be sore. Turning, Lucius picked her up into his arms and carried her into his room. There he forced her into the tub, for the second time, and washed her. He enjoyed the reddening of her skin whenever his hands grazed across sensitive areas and only stopped when he felt her hand touch his hair.

Looking at her with suspicion, he witnessed her pull her hand from him and drop it into the water. She was testing the boundaries and he could only smirk. He could play that game and he had, he always won in the end. Once out of the bath, Lucius toweled her dry himself and pulled her to him. She looked at him with bright brown eyes, hazy with some unknown emotion. Leaning down slowly, Lucius stopped a mere inch from her and pulled back. Foolish mistake.

He let her wear one of his newer shirts, which hung past her knees, and let her pick a book. It took quite some time to convince her to choose one but she did eventually. Lucius pulled her into his lap on his bed, holding her against him while he leaned back against the wall. His cloak and cane left forgotten on the floor. Hermione shook slightly when he traced his hand down her back and murmured,

"Don't be afraid. I'm spent for the day. Just read."

He listened to the turning of pages and slowly fell into a slumber. Feeling the warm body next to him, Lucius pried an eye open and witnessed Hermione lean against him, her own eyes fluttering close. He smirked at the sight and wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. He was content.