Deliciously So... (Editing)

Disclaimers and thanks: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, only Pisky is my own. I am not doing this for money only for a perverse sense of enjoyment…

I thank Persephone who betaed this for me. And really helped me when my brain was dead through studying too hard. I knew school was bad for you.

Thank you for reading my story and for the reviews (which will decrease dramatically I expect with this new thing on the go), and if you want to contact me email me.

Angelnomiko: Thank you for reading here is my update sorry if it took ages.

Lyssa: Lovely naughty Lucius *drools*

LaBibliographe: Was ever so envious in that chapter. Bloody Hermione gets all the fun. Severus certainly seems to have enjoyed the show. I know what you mean about all this thing to keep minors out. Still I supposed it had to be done. Reviews do help me to know what is right and wrong, but if there is no other way… Oh and well done for The Wedding, wonderful Luscious Lucius.

Dee dee: ….my lips are sealed, and believe it or not, Luicus did have a plan…and it seems he did enjoy himself quite a bit. *naught naughty*

Mistress Malfoy: Typical indeed. Glad you liked it.

99: (I’ll call you 99 ok?) Yeah I couldn’t resist that lovely smutty title.

Gaps of Misery: Please, never start a review with “You deeply disappoint me” I was really worried, seriously I thought ‘Shit what did I do wrong???’ Yes indeed, NEVER accept cookies from strange men…unless they’re wearing dark robes...*grins* I had to put the Library scene in, first cos it reminded me of the first chapter, second well…I’m having fun designing Malfoy Manor, the Library I actually drew…mental I know…but god, I love that place! (For various reasons ^.^)

Die Hexe: You did seem quite worried as you were reading it… “Ophelia! What have you done to Hermione? She’s totally wanton!” Something like that…*grins* So, how am I doing for that bet? *winks*


Unwanted witnesses and peculiar testimonies.

“Harry, she’s been gone twenty-four hours. What can we do?” a tired looking Ron sighed.

None of them had actually gotten any sleep. Remus Lupin had gone to the Bed & Berakfast to see if there were any clues the two preoccupied teenagers might’ve missed. Tonks had called many members of the Order, while Arthur Weasley had gone to the Ministry of Magic to try and get help. Unfortunately, he had been sent back without aid, since she could not technically be claimed missing until more time had passed. From the conversation he had with Mrs. Weasley through the floo network, it was quite evident that he wasn’t at all impressed, and all the kids were surprised to hear him losing his temper with the ‘pedantic twits’. As soon as he had finished at the Ministry, he was going to bring the Grangers’ back to the Burrow.

“Ron, there’s not much we can do. I mean we don’t know where she is, how she got there…who she’s with…”

Ginny started crying again. She was leaning against Harry on the floor in the living room, where a large crowd was gathered: Minerva McGonagall was sitting on one of the armchairs, her normally sharp eyes dull and half-lidded from exhaustion; Hagrid was occupying the entire sofa, both from his sheer size and by scaring away anyone that might’ve sat next to him with his loud sobbing; Around them there were various members of the Order and other dependable allies, all wondering what they could possibly do in a situation where they knew absolutely nothing.

“There, there Ginny; it’s going to be all right, in the end,” a worried Tonks said softly.

“All right in the end?! Have you gone insane? We don’t even know if she’s alive!” came the raspy growl of Mad-Eye-Moody.

“Alastor!” shrieked Molly Weasley.

“There’s no use building up false hopes, and you know that as well as I do.”

“Until I see it with my own eyes I will not believe she is dead! Until I see it, I will not lose hope!” she shouted.

“Same here,” said Tonks.

“I too, will not believe Miss Granger dead until I have proof. Hope is the last to die, Alastor,” McGonagall said fiercely.

The others nodded, but few of them actually felt conviction in what they were saying; they knew they were desperate, they had as many chances of finding her safe and sound as surviving a Dementor’s kiss.

“Humph,” Mad-Eye snorted, but kept his mouth shut.

The door opened and Mr. Weasley walked in, heading straight to the kitchen where he poured himself a large mug of coffee. The two grief-stricken Muggles followed and made their way to the others.

“Where is she?” Mrs. Granger wailed.

“I’m afraid we don’t know. We’re doing as much as we can. As soon as Remus comes back, we may be able to tell you more. Please, have a seat,” Molly Weasley said in a kind voice. She waved her wand and two chairs appeared in front of them.

Mr. Granger glared at Harry and Ron, “How could you do this to her? She trusted you! She thought you were her friends! You put her in danger! I swear if anything’s happened to her, you two will pay! No amount of magic or hiding will be able to save you!” The two boys looked down, unable to face the wrath of their accuser.

“Calm down,” his wife said in a small voice accompanied by a gentle hand on his arm.

“I will not calm down! First they disappear for a month and then they come up asking if we’d seen our own daughter?! It’s their fault. If it wasn’t for them she would still be safe!”

“Quiet,” growled Mad-Eye, “They did not make her do a thing. She decided of her own free will to go with Potter and Weasley, so that she could help them. If there is anyone, apart from yourselves, who feels as anxious and devastated by her disappearance, it’s them two. So, since we’re all at our wit’s end and trying our damnedest to find your daughter, do us a favour and shut up!” As he finished his tirade, he glared at him with both his eyes before his magical one rolled back so that he could see behind him.

“Why, Mad-Eye,” Tonks said with a wry smile, “That’s the most positive thing you’ve ever said.”

“You make me sound like a monster,” he said gruffly.

With a small pop, Lupin appeared in the crowded living room.

“Remus! Did you find out anything?” Tonks asked hurrying to him.

“I’m afraid there wasn’t much to find. The only thing I’m certain of is that no one apparated or disapparated. I went to the Ministry to find out what magic was used in that location yesterday. I wrote all of it down…here,” Pulling a piece of parchment out of his pocket, he started reading slowly:

“Two engorging charms?”

“That’s Hermione: she reduces her books to the size of stamps, so whenever she needs to read one of them, she has to make them normal again,” Harry said slowly.

“Some spells and hexes: jelly-leg, the disarming spell, the stunning spell, the bat bogey hex…”

“That’s us; we were practicing non verbal magic.” Harry answered and Ron nodded.

“Two summoning spells.”

“We summoned Hermione’s presents…”

“So you cast two summoning spells?”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

“ ‘Course we’re sure. We summoned her gifts, she opened them and then we started going to lunch. She said she would be with us…” Ron said.

“And do you think she would have summoned anything? Two minutes after you did? Three minutes past one to be exact?”

“No, can’t think why she would have. Two minutes after us?” the red head asked.

“Three past one…that’s round about when we went downstairs,” said Harry slowly.

“You’re sure?” Remus asked again.

“Pretty much. There was a clock on the wall next to the dining room.”

“Well, someone cast a summoning spell around that time. Then there was nothing more after that.”

“Did the ministry know what was summoned?” Arthur asked. He was uncertain whether the Ministry’s registration system was that accurate, but it was still worth a try.

“Yes, I asked them the same question. They told me in advance that the first two summonings were ‘gifts’, but the third…”

“Yes?” McGonagall asked cautiously.

“Was a rose.”

“A Rose?!” Mad-Eye repeated incredulously.

“Yes, a rose,” Lupin stated simply.

“But why would Hermione summon a rose?” Ron asked.

“Ron, it’s more likely that it was Hermione’s captor that summoned that rose.”

“But why?”

“I don’t know.”


*****


Severus Snape had decided long before he spoke with the Lord of the Manor that he would be there when Granger awoke. However, upon realizing that it wouldn’t be happening any time soon and being in the middle of brewing an important potion, he thought he would need a little help.

“Pisky!” he called. Ever since Lucius Malfoy had told the House Elves that he was to be treated like one of their Masters, he always had them at his beck and call. Of course, he still preferred to do things himself but just this once…

“Y-yes, Master Snape?” the small creature asked.

“I want you to stay in that room. As soon as you see the girl awakening, you are to come inform me at once. You are not to leave for any other reason. Understand?”

“Y-yes.” The elves had, from the first moment they had seen their Master’s Dark friend, realized that he was as dangerous as their Master himself. True, he had not yet beat them, but there was something about him that frightened the living daylights out of them.

“And don’t tell Lucius.”

The elf’s eyes widened in shock, “I is begging pardon, Master Snape…but what if Master asks of Pisky?”

“You have your orders.”

“But that would be disobeying Master!” it squeaked in horror.

“Would you care to disobey me now?” the wizard asked, voice deadly calm.

“N-no, Master Snape.”

“Well then, go.” Looking down at the Elf, “Are you deaf? I said GO!”

It disappeared with a crack.


*****


Pisky stayed in the room for at least two hours, but for the poor creature it seemed like an eternity. It was terrified that its Master would call it, and it was scared it would have to disobey the other. The girl was on the bed, sleeping softly, and all Pisky could do was pace around the room, quietly rubbing its thin hands together while it waited. As soon as she started to stir, the elf disappeared to call the wizard.


*****


Hermione opened her eyes tentatively. She felt exhausted, although she couldn’t understand why. What baffled her even more was the fact that she was in bed. Hadn’t she just gone down to breakfast? She had met, to her great displeasure, her former Potions Master, who was apparently a guest in the Manor.

Then what?

Lucius Malfoy had taken her to the Library, but…Why am I here again? Why can’t I remember coming back to my room? The last thing I remember is having tea and biscuits…and then… She couldn’t remember…she had strange pictures dancing in front of her eyes:

… He started kissing her throat, his tongue probing her skin. He pulled down her bra. He then trailed his mouth down to her breasts, arriving close to one of her nipples. He took one of them in his mouth, circling it softly with his tongue, then flicking it over and over. He blew softly on the wet skin, and she shivered…

Her eyes opened wide with shock. Why was she imagining such a thing?!

“Take me again,” she whispered huskily. Was that really her voice? Why would she ever say something like that?

“Why would I even think of such a thing?!” she whispered faintly.

“Because Miss Granger, that is precisely what you have done,” a cold voice sounded through the room.

She saw Snape sitting in one of the leather armchairs near the fireplace, wearing his customary black robes and satisfied sneer.

“What did you say?” she asked, her voice faltering.

A nasty smirk lit his face. He didn’t need legilimency to know that she was probably scared, confused and loathing being with him every single minute. All the better; he didn’t particularly enjoy her presence either. He had to admit though, he was rather surprised by the know-it-all’s performance: true, she had been drugged, her senses and needs magnified, but what was shown so crudely, what was brought so viciously to the surface, were her inner desires. The complete lack of inhibition that she had shown, was already there. She probably never would have acted so wantonly if she hadn’t been under the effects of a Lust potion, and under a considerable amount of it as well.

Lucius, as usual, doesn’t seem to have given any thought to the consequences of this little escapade… If she were to find out that she really had done such things, and under the effect of a potion no less, oh, I don’t know what might happen… He smiled.

“I said, Miss Granger, that that is exactly what you have done. You had quite a remarkable time with Lucius in the Library. I was strolling outside the window and what should I see, but the two of you engaged in some behaviour that I found wholly at odds with my previous impression of you.”

“You are lying,” she said simply.

“Do you wish me to go into your mind and pull the truth out? As I was saying, from what I remember, not only did you feel exquisite pleasure with Lucius’ touch, you also took him in your mouth and-”

“You are insane,” she hissed.

“Don’t interrupt!” he snarled. “Ah yes, you begged him to take you. You begged him to have you harder. You couldn’t wait to have him ride you. Practically like an experienced whore. So much for being a bookworm prude; you must have practiced with Weasley.”

“I did not! I’ve never done those things!” she shrieked, “ I would never…”

This is a joke, right?! He and Malfoy must be pulling a prank on me. Just some cruel joke, they stunned me brought me here, and decided to play me for a fool…

“You’re lying, Professor. You’re good at that after all.”

“Oh, really? Why don’t you take a look in the mirror?” He pointed at the mirror Blinky had summoned earlier.

Looking at him suspiciously, she walked towards the looking glass, and let out a gasp of surprise: Her lips were red, and looked extremely tender. Moving her hair aside, she saw there was a large love bite on the left side of her neck and to her complete and utter horror it wasn’t the only one. There was another one on her shoulder and her collarbone. She adjusted the cleavage of her jumper and was shocked to see that her whole chest was covered with the little marks.

“Oh my God…What have you two done to me?” She whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.

“You misunderstand me, Miss Granger. Unlike Lucius, I am not inclined to have anything to do with you. What you see there is the result of our hosts’ ministrations, which you accepted willingly.”

“No…”

“Oh yes. You were begging for more; you wouldn’t let him go until he’d taken you,” he sneered, obviously enjoying himself.

“I would never!” she gasped as tears began streaking down her face.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t? Oh, that’s strange…” he said sarcasm dripping from every soft word. “One as strong minded as yourself would not easily go back on her ethics and principles, would you?”

She shook her head.

“Indeed. It was quite a surprise, I must say, to see you crying out in the midst of passion, especially in the arms of someone you despise. Wouldn’t you agree?”

She nodded.

“Quite a mystery… Should I mention that a phial of Lust Potion was missing from my stock?” Her eyes shot to him.

“But you didn’t eat a thing at breakfast, so there is no way you could have ingested it…” he mused. How long would it take her to put two and two together?

“I had some tea and biscuits…” she said slowly, “Oh god.”

“Well now that that’s sorted out, I will leave you to draw your own conclusions. I’m sure that your mind is still functional. Ah, and lunch is served at half past one.” He disapparated, the satisfied leer still on his face.

He did not however apparate back to the dungeons, rather just outside the door. Leaning against the door, he heard her scream with rage. A malicious smirk was curling his thin lips before he gave his trademark billowing-cloak turn and disapparated to the dungeons. Rolling up his sleeves, he continued to chop ingredients for the potion, thinking about what the girl’s future reactions could possibly be.

Yes, seeing her in the Library with his blonde friend had been quite an eye-opener: who would have thought her capable of such things? He had felt for one moment envious of Lucius’ position, something he had not felt since his school days. After all, he had the good looks, the charm, the money, and a marvellous domain; and to round things off, he had always been the favourite of all the ladies. Severus ruminated viciously over when he would have given anything to be like his friend while he’d been at Hogwarts. But hard times had taught him that in the end, it didn’t matter how good-looking or how popular one was, because eventually knowledge and the leverage it gave was more valuable.

Yes, let Lucius mesmerize everyone with a smile and some gold, but I can silence someone with just a look he smiled darkly. Granger was quite lascivious to say the least, doubtlessly because of the amount that idiot gave her… If he so much as tries to steal something out of my stock again, I will make sure that when I’ve finished with him, he’ll envy that oaf Hagrid for his good looks. But it didn’t turn out that bad, I suppose. I did, after all witness something I could never have imagined, even after five pints of Mulled Mead. Lucius should be grateful it was me who saw them and not Draco…The poor boy would die of shock!

How wrong he was…


****


Draco slumped to the floor, leaning against the wall as soon as he heard the telltale pop of disapparation. He was wondering if his life could get more mucked up than it actually was at that moment: His mother was dead; he had Voldemort at his heels and still hadn’t managed to decide whether he would become a Death Eater or not, but he realized he was in it too deep to expect them to just let him walk away unscathed; He couldn’t not leave the Manor being involved in the Battle of Hogwarts and Dumbledore’s; and yesterday he had found out Mudblood Granger was in the Manor too, and she had become his father’s new plaything; then, he had been threatened by Lucius when he had justly punished her for striking him. But no, it had to get worse: he had to witness them at it.

He hadn’t been able to get much sleep, not knowing for one if his Father would send for him, but mainly it was the unwelcome thought that the Mudblood was under the same roof that made him feel ill. Ok, that wasn’t what made him ill. What made him want to vomit was the fact that she was carrying on with his Father.

I mean, he’s old enough to be her Father, and then…God! I don’t want to think about it!

So he’d had breakfast earlier than usual and had decided to go to the Library to find something to take his mind off his unfortunate situation. He had apparated inside and, feeling that his tired eyes could do without the sun light, had used his lit-up wand to move around in the dark. He had just gone up the first flight of stairs when he heard the door open, followed by a soft male whisper sounding through the silent room and seconds later the curtains had opened, drowning him in sunlight.

He looked down the balcony and saw Granger looking around, amazed at the splendour that surrounded her. Typical, she just has to see some books to set her off. He sneered. He then watched, appalled, as his Father stooped close to her and, moving her hair away from her neck, he started to kiss her! He tried to quickly disapparate, but he couldn’t! Oh Fuck, he’s put wards up! If he were to go down now, his Father would be capable of murdering him on the spot, but he was really more concerned about avoiding the Mudblood.

So he crept slowly up the staircase to the third floor, wanting to put as much distance between himself and the ‘pair’ as possible. But of course, his misfortune persisted when Granger came up herself. He hid behind one of the emerald green velvet curtains as he heard her approach. He held his breath and hoped that she would just bugger off.

“Find anything interesting?” he heard his father’s voice nearby. Oh God, he’s up here too!

“I-I,” she stammered.

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure you can come back to it later; your tea awaits you... Come.” Did Lucius Malfoy just invite the Mudblood for some tea?!

He heard the footsteps getting further and further away, as two pairs of heels clicked on the marble stairs.

He had thought then that he was relatively safe, and he just had to wait for them to go away…

“Let me go! Let me go!” he heard her cry. He was wondering what was going on when he then heard some strange shuffling, as if there was some sort of confrontation downstairs. It was then that her moan floated in the silence of the room.

Now, Draco was no virgin. He had had various bedmates ever since his fourth year, mainly, but definitely not limited to, Pansy Parkinson. So it wasn’t as if sex was alien to him. Hearing those two people in particular, however, was a bit more than he could muster.

He heard his father cry out and hesitantly sneaked from his hiding place to the railing and looking down, he saw Granger sucking off his Father’s cock. He stepped away, leaning against the wall and trying for the life of him to think of anything, anything whatsoever, so as to not think of the activities going on below him.

But what angered him the most was that, pushing away the disgust and revulsion he was feeling, was the fact that hearing her like this was turning him on . He would have to find a way to delete this from his memory if he wanted to retain some sanity.

They were at it for what seemed an eternity. Her screams of passion were instigating a raging inner battle between his ethics, his morals and the painful hard-on he had tenting his trousers. Draco started wondering whether it would have been a good idea to render himself unconscious so he wouldn’t have to deal with any of it, when it finally stopped and there was blessed silence. Seconds later, there was the faint pop that told him the coast was clear. His hour of torment had ended.

He let himself slide to the floor and leaned his head against the bookcase. “How the Hell am I going to face them at lunch?” he whispered aloud, his stomach turning at the mere thought of what was sure to be the most uncomfortable meal of his life.

Author’s Note: Ok, I know what you may be thinking, I’ll underline the may. I’m a bit cruel, twisted, sick and well yeah I may have traumatized poor Draco, but I don’t feel minimally guilty *grins* He will get over it…eventually *Evil laugh*
Severus was a delightful evil bastard so had fun there as well. I know Lucius was not there, but he will be next chapter. Thanks a bunch for reading.