Mrs.Malfoy

author note: Yeah I think it's time for this.../snicker

Dobby glanced at the clock. He would have to recast the spell in just a few hours time. Otherwise, Hermione and Severus would remember their moment of indiscretion. Dobby couldn’t have that! His mistress would surely be killed if the master found out about their extra-curricular activities. Thus, Dobby cast the Memoriam Oblivia spell on them while they slept, targeting just the one memory and nothing else. Later that evening, he found the iron, placed it in the fire when Hermione was in the loo, and then placed the flaming red metal against his casting hand. Bad house elves that do bad things to their masters must be punished.

Hermione called for him. With a pop, he was standing in front of her with his injured hand behind his back. “Yes, Miss?”

“Hello, Dobby. Professor Snape and I are famished. We’re making a stew. Could you please bring me some fresh pepper from the pantry below?”

Dobby bowed low. “Yes, Miss.”

Hermione saw the tattered rag that was wrapped around his hand. “Dobby, what’s that?”

Dobby’s eyes squinted in fear. “What’s what, Mrs. Malfoy, Miss?” He took his other hand and enveloped the cloth to hide it from view. Severus, stood and reached for Dobby’s arm.

“This is to what she is referring, elf. Answer your master truthfully.”

“Severus, honestly! I will not have you speak to my house elf in that manner. He will tell me what he wants to tell me. I do not treat them unfairly, and I will not have you doing so either.” It was the first time Hermione had raised her voice to him. She rather felt exhilarated by doing so. So did he, as a matter of fact.

“Forgive me, Mrs. Malfoy,” he said, seething out her surname to cover up the lust in his eyes he felt when she was demanding.

“Now, Dobby. Why is your hand injured?”

“Dobby does bad things to Mrs. Misses knows Dobby punishes himself when Dobby does bads stuffs.”

Hermione and Severus seemed to sigh simultaneously. “But what did you do to deserve it, Dobby?” she asked again.

“Misses, Dobby casted spell on Misses.”

Severus spoke up. “What spell?”

Dobby cringed at his loud tone. “Memoriam Oblivia,” he muttered.

Severus paled rapidly. He then grabbed the house elf by the shoulders and turned him around to look directly into his eyes. “What did you erase?”

“Misses and Master Snape were not dressed, Master Snape. Misses and Master Snape were doing things only married Misses and Masters do. But Misses and Master are not married, sir. Misses is married to Master Malfoy. If Master found out, Dobby would lose Misses to death.”

Severus dropped the elf on his feet as Hermione gasped. “He must be lying,” he said.

“But I can’t remember anything. You said you couldn’t either. Dobby would never lie to me,” Hermione reasoned. Dobby was beside her now emphatically shaking his head. Severus took to pacing the floor trying to come up with some explanation. He couldn’t think of any.

“Hermione?”

She just looked at him and shrugged. All of a sudden, it was far too awkward to be in the same room, therefore, Severus left her standing at the table. The next sound made Hermione jump from her deep thoughts. It was the front door slamming shut.

*****

A week passed, and no word from Severus. Hermione milled about the house taking care of the usual things like cleaning. In between chores, she would steal away to the vault at Gringott’s and look through more papers. She found nothing else regarding the adoption. Foregoing staying there for another two hours, Hermione decided to visit the Grand Library at the Ministry of Magic to see what new information she could find about the Wenlock family.

Several tomes of text were scattered around the large table; some opened to various pages, some closed. She bit down on the end of her quill as she read.

Wenlock was determined to prove the theory to Wizengamot and did so successfully. Her headstrong tendencies were ridiculed by some, admired by others. By keeping her will to prove herself strong, she became the founder of modern day Arithmancy.

Hermione sighed. “Nothing I don’t already know,” she sighed as she closed that book and reached for another. The second book was small by comparison to the first, yet looked much older. She wasn’t sure what she was about to read as it had no title. She found it when she pulled two books from the shelf and it fell on the floor from between them.

What Hermione found inside stunned her. “You have got to be kidding me!” she whispered excitedly. The words on the first page were written by hand.

The Personal Memoires of Bridget Wenlock

Hermione was so enthralled by the information she found that she had no idea who was behind her reading over her shoulder.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

The book went flying across the table as Hermione jumped from her seat. She turned to look at the steely blue eyes that pierced her. “Lucius,” she gasped.

“Well? What answer do you give me, wife? Is my library not sufficient?” he said as he turned the edge of a book, lying haphazardly on the table, around with the tip of his cane.

“I…well that is to say, your library is magnificent, however, there isn’t much text on Arithmancy. You, yourself, said that I was allowed to read anything I wanted. I didn’t think you would mind my coming here to research my favorite subject.”

He sneered at her, yet acquiesced. “And the manor? All in order there?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Gather what you must. I expect dinner in the hour,” he said over his shoulder as he sauntered out of the main room. Hermione did as he commanded, yet only took her personal belongings. She didn’t dare take anything else, afraid he would put two and two together.

Later that evening, Hermione was helping herself to the potatoes. Of course, only after she had served her husband.

“I see nothing is out of place,” he said between bites. “I offer my appreciation for that.”

“Thank you, sir. I made sure Dobby kept things in order. I tended the garden when it needed tending. I placed fresh sheets on your bed just this morning. I even put a fresh coat of paint on the walls in your study this past week. The same color to be sure you would agree with it. I thought you might like the newer feel of it,” she said.

He just nodded and continued with his meal. Hermione was about to clear the table when he spoke again. “You will be in my room tonight. I believe you will enjoy what I have in store for you. I am getting bored with the sex games. I would rather like to have a companion tonight, rather than a conquest,” he explained.

To say Hermione was surprised, would be an understatement. “Yes, sir. May I ask why you’re home early? Mr. Snape said you had some affairs to which to attend that would have you gone from home for two months.”

“Ah, yes. I will be here just the one night. Travelling through to my next destination, from which I will be gone the remainder of that time.”

Hermione silently cheered that he would leave again and this time be gone for a longer period of time. Hopefully, it would be enough time.

Three hours later, Hermione appeared at Lucius’ bedroom door. She knocked tentatively.

“Come in.”

She opened the door to a rather remarkable surprise. The usually dark and foreboding room was now lit by candles, hundreds of candles littered across every surface of the room, each adding it’s own warmth and glow to the ambience.

“As I said, I wish for a companion tonight, not a concubine. Come to me,” Lucius said from the bed. Hermione did as he asked and met him at the edge of the mattresses. He stood up and began to untie her robe slowly. His fingers lingered on her skin as the silk fabric fell to the floor. Any other encounter with him would have made Hermione shiver with disgust, yet this time, she was more nervous.

“Relax,” he said as he dipped his head to her neck. His lips were warm and sumptuous. Unconsciously, her hands lifted and wrapped themselves around his waist. The tips of his long hair tickled her knuckles. For the first time, Hermione actually felt how toned his body was. He was shirtless, and so, she felt the smoothness of his skin and firmness of his muscles. Her hand skimmed up his back until it felt the shoulder blade moving sensually under his skin. For one infinitesimal moment, she wondered why it was moving. Then she felt it. One hand was on her waist, but the other had moved behind her and was now reaching for her arse. His hand was warm and strong as it kneaded her. She moved her legs closer to him and realized his actions were having a profound effect. She was moist.

This didn’t shock her as much as his next move. He was sitting back on the edge of the bed, pulling her towards him. She stood between his legs. Her breasts were level with his mouth. In the next second, she was being lavished with soft suckling and caresses of his tongue. Her nipples responded immediately. And again, her hands found their way to his hair all on their own.

His hands moved as well. One was now grasping one breast while his mouth tantalized the other. His other hand was moving slowly down the curve of her ribcage, her waist, her hip, her thigh. His fingers lightly caressed the tender skin on the back of her knee, almost making her buckle.

Lucius then placed both hands on her hips and pulled her down to the bed on top of him. Hermione couldn’t help but think that she would end up having to do all the work, but then he rolled her to her back and continued to kiss and suck on her breasts.

In the next moment, she felt pressure at her wet core. His fingers were stroking her gently. Out of instinct, she spread her legs. First one finger, then two, entered her. He pumped slow and hard. She was ready for him rather quickly. With a muttered spell, Lucius was now bare skinned. His cock pushed against her gently, then with a solid push, he was tightly enveloped inside her.

His thrusts were slow and methodical, hard yet careful. Hermione was relishing the feel of him. She wrapped her arms around him prodding him to go deeper. Her hand wandered down to his firm arse and squeezed it, touching, kneading, grasping, even scratching the smooth flesh of it as he pushed himself deeper into her wet warmth.

His features tightened as he climaxed. Surprisingly enough, Hermione felt a long forgotten excitement shiver through her. Her orgasm didn’t last long, but it was enough for her.

As usual, Hermione removed herself from the bed at the first given opportunity, wrapped her robe around herself, and left the room.

*****

Lucius left the manor the next morning without so much as a word. No messages, no demands. He just simply left. Hermione certainly didn’t mind. She didn’t stay up thinking about what had transpired last night. She got hers, so who was she to complain. Although, she did think about Severus. If she and Severus did have an affair, was it possible it was out of lust and wanting, rather than duty much like it was with Lucius? If so, then who was she actually betraying?

Three days of examining more papers from the vault and reading the memoirs of her ancestor left Hermione exhausted. Dobby noticed she wouldn’t eat when she was home. He could only assume she was stopping somewhere in Diagon Alley for lunch. But there was something else he noticed.

One evening, he decided to ask her, “Misses is feeling alright?”

She looked up from her new crafting project, crochet. “Yes, Dobby. I feel fine. Why do you ask?”

“Misses loo doesn’t have smelly garbage like usual. Dobby knows Misses has same smelly garbage every month. Dobby means no disrespect to Misses, but Dobby knows this. Dobby sees this when the second Master Malfoy was coming. Misses Narcissa didn’t have smelly garbage.”

It took Hermione a moment to realize what he was actually talking about. Then it hit her hard. “Oh my god!”

She ran to her room, grabbed her wand, and cast the spell Madam Pompfrey had taught her when she helped in the infirmary her seventh year. The light from her wand swirled over her stomach then dissipated into a cloud of blue smoke.

“Oh my god!”