The Seduction Game

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CHAPTER TWELVE: HOW ONE OUTSMARTS A DEATH EATER

The talk with Severus had calmed her - but it had done a lot of other things to her as well. It was all so confusing, what they\'d just done...

What did she want, in the end? Did she want Severus? Or was it all just a bi-product of her fear of Luciuhe dhe didn’t quite know, although the feel of Severus kissing her was nothing but wonderful... The feel of him touching her was electrifying, and the fact that he wa her her so badly added even more to the feeling.

Hermione made her way back to her room and opened the door, thinking she really should write an owl to Harry and explain what had happened. She needed for him to know, and she wanted to apologize for not taking his warning on Lucius seriously.

Entering her room and closing the door behind her, Hermione heard a dangerously familiar voice: “Missed me, Hermione?”

Turning to face the room, Hermione was met with the sight of Luicus Malfoy standing in front of her bed, smirking, his wand raised.

Hermione quickly meant to reach inside her robes for her own wand, but Lucius’s threatening stare made her hesitate.

“Don’t,” he warned her, “or I’ll hex you into oblivion. don don’t want to know some of the things I’m capable of with this,” he added, waving his wand slightly. He then turned it to the door behind Hermione and muttered a locking and a silencing charm.

His gaze returned to Hermione. “Now,” he said, taking a seat on her bed, “I believe we had some unfinished business?”

Hermione’s mind was racing. What to do? If she even attempted to pull her wand at him he would hex her, and she really DIDN’T want to know what he was capable of.

She couldn’t run - he’d warded the door. Was there anywhere she could go? Anything she could do?

Stall him, her mind whispered. Stall him while you think of something!

“What unfinished business?” she asked, still with her back against the door.

“Oh, but you must know,” smirked Lucius. “You owe me something, don’t you? In my opinion, you left me quite unsatisfied, and that’s really not fair.”

“Well, in cases like that it’s really a matter of both parties being willing to participate,” said Hermione, sounding braver than she felt.

At that, Lucius laughed. “Yes,” he said, “in some cases, but not all. In THIS case, I should say, it’s not like that. Because you see - one of the parties here happens to not give a damn about whether or not the other party is willing to participate.”

He stood from her bed and took a daring few steps towards her. Hermione instinctively pushed her back against the door, wishing him not to go any closer.

“Please,” she said then. “Can’t you just leave me alone? I’ve done nothing to hurt you.”

“Oh my, you ARE naïve,” he laughed. “You give me the biggest tease of my life and then leave my thoroughly unsatisfied by running off with my old friend Severus, girl! Not to mention of course that one of your best friends caused hell for me back at the Ministry.”

“Harry,” said Hermione.

“Yes, Harry,” said Lucius, his eyes glittering. “I almost ended up with the Kiss. Hadn’t they finally believed the truth about the Imperius -”

“It wasn’t the Imperius!” shouted Hermione then, fury overtaking her. “You were never cursed with the Imperius! And what a fool I was to believe it!”

“Of course I was cursed with the Imperius,” said Lucius quickly, “but it can’t have been easy for Potter to believe, seeing the way I acted in the Last Battle... And the Ministry almost believed him, although he had no proof of my guilt.”

“You don’t have any of the opposite,” argued Hermione, knowing now that Lucius only kept up the Imperius act as a mere safety measure - he knew she’d learned the truth.

“Well, I won my case, so why spend any more time worrying about it?” smiled Lucius. “Now, we are missing the point here...” His eyes traced down her body, following every curve. “My real intention in coming here wasn’t to discuss the Imperius, it was something else.”

“Why me?” asked Hermione then, her mind racing in search for a way of escaping.

“Why do you care?” asked Lucius in return. “It won’t make it any more enjoyable, knowing exatly why. Although I suppose you could enjoy it if you really tried... Many women are turned on by violence.”

“I’m not,” said Hermione quickly.

“I have decided I don’t care.”

He smiled now, threateningly, and took the few remaining steps left to get up close to her. Panic came to Hermione, and she threw herself around and heaved at the door handle, prepared to kick and scratch her way through the door if she had to.

Lucius laughed, and his hands came around her wrists in firm grips, stopping her assault on the door. “Calm down,” he whispered in her ear from behind her, “and it’ll be quicker.”

“Let go of me!” she said furiously, fighting and writhing to get out of his deadly grip. This was it. If she didn’t manage to fight him off now, he was going to rape her, take her virginity in the worst way possible, abuse her... And he would love every second of it, possibly prolong it...

“That’s it, keep fighting,” he whispered, pressing her up against the wall, kissing her neck and rubbing his erection against her arse eagerly. “I don’t mind that you fight.”

She desperately tried to move - anywhere, anyhow, just to get him off - but found she was completely nailed against the wall, his hands still holding her by the wrists, his mouth assaulting her neck.

Think, Hermione, she told herself. She obviously wouldn’t get free using her body strength - Lucius was way superior to her in that field. No, she had to think of something. Anything to get Lucius off... Was there possibly any way she could contact Severus? Any way to let him know she was in trouble?

“Keep still for a moment, baby,” whispered Lucius in her ear. Then he pushed her hands up above her head and took both her wrists in one hand, leaving his right hand free.

She immediately tried to pull loose, hoping his one hand wasn’t strong enough for both of hers. She was wrong.

A killing pain moved through her as Lucius bit down in her neck, to the point of drawing blood.

“I told you to keep still!” he barked, but she could hear he was smiling. “Be a good girl now... Either a good girl or a really bad one,” he whispered.

Then his right hand began its journey down her body, eagerly groping and feeling everything from breasts to buttocks. When it moved down to touch her between her legs, logic came to her at last.

She had to distract him. Surprise him. That was the only way she could be freed long eh toh to get to her wand and hex her way out of there.

As his hand moved down between her legs and stroked her hard and brutally through her robes, she did something she never would’ve thought herself capable of doing in a situation like this.

She moaned.

Loudly and eagerly, she gave the biggest (and first) fake moan she’d ever g - t - to Lucius Malfoy.

It did seem to surprise Lucius slightly, because his hand stopped, momentarily. Then, after a few seconds, it continued, now groping eagerly than before.

Forcing herself, Hermione moaned again, and in pure disgust she actually rubbed her abdomen against his hand.

“Well,” he whispered in her ear, “this is certainly unexpected. So I was right all along - this IS what you like.”

Experimenting, he moved his hand up to pinch her nipple hard through her robes.

Keeping her desire to be sick at bay, Hermione gave a slight whimper in pleasure, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the door in what she hoped was a convincing performance.

“You enjoy it, baby?” said Lucius in a nasty voice.

“N - no!” said Hermione, pretending to be aroused against her will in hope that it would convince him she was as though uncontrollable with desire, but still loathing him for his tactless attempts.

“Oh, but I think you are,” smirked Lucius. “Your body speaks for itself.”

Hermione panted, her breaths coming in loud gasps as Lucius rubbed his erection against her backside and his hand moved over her breasts.

“As I told Severus,” said Lucius, his voice hoarse and unsteady, “no women can resist me in the end...”

“You’re - you’re right,” whispered Hermione, hoping she sounded convincing, pretending defeat. “I hate you so much, but you’re -”

“Intoxicating?” he suggested smugly. Then he put his free hand on her hip and turned her around to face him.

“Feeling like a good girl now, are you?” he said, his other hand still holding her wrists up above her head.

“Well,” said Hermione in a seductive voice, “I’d say I feel a bit like a bad girl, actually... I actually can’t help but feeling a bit naughty, Mr Malfoy...”

“Ooh,” smirked Lucius, his eyes narrowing in joy, “’Mr Malfoy’... I like that... Enjoy the idea of me being the superior party, do you?”

“Oh yes,” smiled Hermione, fighting off the urge to spit Lucius in the face. \"Very much...” She squirmed a bit against the door, making him believe she was desperately impatient. “In fact, I think I’m even willing to take orders...”

“Are you, now?” said Lucius, unable to hide his interest.220;220;So if I ordered you to fight - if that’s what I wanted - fight for your life as I had you... you would?”

“Yes, I would,” said Hermione, nodding and stroking his hand with one of her captured ones. “You’ve awoken something, Mr Malfoy...”

He smirked, pressing into her to make her feel his hard erection.

“Indeed I have... So, then - you would even be willing to strip for me? Be my obedient slave for an hour or so, eh...?”

Hermione nodded. Strip for him? Eew - but that just might be her chance.

“I’d love to,” she whispered, “having you watch me as I slowly undress to reveal my hot body...”

Speaking the words made Hermione more than uncomfortable - she never thought she’d say things like this, not even to a chosen lover. Yet here she was, saying them to Lucius Malfoy... To save her own skin, though.

“Then do it,” said Lucius sternly, letting go or wrr wrists and taking a step back. “Undress for me, girl.”

She smiled seductively. “Certainly, Mr Malfoy... Whatever you say.”

Lucius stepped back and took a seat on the bed, his arousal and desire getting the better of him, clouding his mind, as he stared hopefully at Hermione.

She smiled at him and begin unbuttoning her robes - which held her wand on the inside. All she had to do was get at it before he noticed.

His eyes were fixed on her fingers, and that was her advantage.

Reluctantly, she decided what there was left to do to distract him properly: She moved her left hand down her stomach and over her abdomen, stroking herself on the outside of her clothes, noticing how Lucius’s eyes never left her eager hand.

With her right hand, she then reached inside her robes and curled her fingers happily around her beautiful, life-saving wand.

She counted to three in her head, and then... She darted out her wand and abandoned all subtlety: She turned to the door and had within seconds lifted Lucius’s simple warding spell, reaching for the door handle.

“NO!” Lucius bellowed at once and jumped to his feet - but Hermione had by then managed to haul the door open and storm out into the corridor, desperately getting herself away from this sadistic madman.

“HERMIONE!” she heard him cry after her, and she didn’t dare to turn or slow down.

She didn’t stop running until she’d reached Severus’s chambers.

Not even bothering to knock, she pulled his door open and ran inside, closing and locking it behind her before turning to face her former Professor, who sat by his desk with a puzzled look upon his face.

“Lucius,” she simply panted, and Severus’s face grew dark with fury.

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