A Ghostly Curse

Disclaimer: I wish I had been JKR… Then I could have written D.H. differently. But, I love what she wrote. Even if I would have done it differently.

A/N: Okay… So, I hope this chapter will be everything any and all of you would want it to be.

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Ch 12 - Ritual of Desire

Candles cast an almost ethereal glow about the room. Soft scents of Jasmine and Honeysuckle mingled and teased the senses. Soft chanting filled the room as well, leaving a feeling of deep meditation.

Lucius entered the room cautiously. Angelina had told him to go to Hermione now. His scowl grew. This was a waste of time. He knew that. After all these years, he doubted that Hermione shagging his body turned statue was going to remedy the problem.

Yet, she was insistent. Her very mannerism brooked no argument on the subject. For the last six hours, she and Angelina had been locked in this very room, leaving Draco and himself alone to keep each other company.
It had actually been a fairly pleasant visit. So comfortable, in fact, that Lucius had found himself speaking easily about his doubts for the success of this little endeavor. Draco had surprised him by speaking reassuringly about Hermione’s talents.

“She’s a very bright witch, Father. If she is even willing to try this,” At that point, his son’s cheeks had reddened. “Then, there is a good chance that it will work.”
Hermione’s voice pulled his thoughts back to the present. “If you’ll go lay down on the statue, Lucius, then we’ll start.” Her voice was somewhat pinched. As if she was suffering from a little nervousness herself.
Lucius decided to tease her a little, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, it isn’t like this will be our first intimate experience together. You could be having to do this with a complete stranger.”

Hermione waved her hand dismissively. “If you were a complete stranger, I would not be doing this. But, if it makes you feel any better I think this is a far better thing than the alternative.” Her eyebrows creased, showing her distaste at the very idea of sleeping with her ex-husband.

His ego boosted somewhat by her reference to preferring to sleep with his statue rather than Severus, Lucius, moved to the side of the statue and sat over it. “What exactly am I supposed to do?”

Hermione blushed as she explained. “Just lay down and relax, when you start to feel your spirit joining the statue, you should put yourself into the same position.” She shrugged a little. “The further I go, the more you should begin to feel.”

When she made to move closer, Lucius noticed her attire for the first time. His quick intake of breath drew her eyes to his. She smiled. “So, you like it, then? I was beginning to wonder.”

Lucius nodded. “Yes, I like it very, very much. Although it leaves very little to the imagination.” His eyes roamed over her again, appreciating what he saw.
The material was white, sheer and fastened at the neck. It hung loosely all the way down to the ankles with slits on the sides that reached each hip. Beneath the filmy material, she wore nothing. Her nipples were peaked from rubbing on the cloth. Her mound was on display in the apex of her thighs and the curly thatch was just enough to hide her nether lips from is view. The sight before him made him want to take her to the floor that instant and bury himself within her.

Her knowing smile stopped his thoughts as she took a step back. “This outfit is to assure that you rise as well to occasion as your image does. It wouldn’t do to have you all in position and be thwarted because your manhood fell short. Now would it?”
The only thing that kept him from being insulted was the way she was brushing her fingertips over her flesh through the fabric and watching him closely as she did. When she spoke again her voice was a whisper. “Do you want me, Lucius?”

All he could do was nod. His eyes devoured her and he had to stop himself from reaching for her. “Yesss… I cannot remember a time I’ve wanted anything more.”

Moving closer, Hermione answered, “Then, lay back, relax, and let me take you on this ride.” She paused for a minute and he slowed his reclining to search her face. “But, I want you to promise to return the favor when this is over and you’re whole.”

Smiling wickedly, Lucius leaned in and caught her lips with his own for a second, kissing her deeply before laying back. “Oh, don’t worry. If this works, you’ll be unable to walk once I get through with you!”

Taking a deep breath, he relaxed and found himself sinking into the statue. For several seconds, he kept his eyes closed, almost afraid that if he opened them all he would see would be the marble of the statue from the inside.

Instead, he saw Hermione, rising up to cover the statue with her feminine form. He almost came unglued when he felt the tips of her breasts rub against his naked marble chest. “Oh, God, Hermione! I can feel you.”
Moaning at the feel of the cool marble against her naked skin, she smiled. “And I can hear you! Those are good signs.” She drew in a shuddering breath and expelled it slowly. “Now, let’s see if you can feel this as well?”

No sooner had her words cleared his brain than he felt her pushing her tight, moist core down over his erect marble cock. They gasped in unison. Lucius felt himself try to meet her by thrusting upward. He knew he had accomplished his attempt when she cried out in surprise.
“Oh… That’s… I don’t think you were this big before! I know we’ve been able to touch… But, Oh, Lucius… I--”
Pulling against the bonds that held his hands, he was surprised when they snapped and his hands came free. Both stilled and stared at his hands in awe. Hermione was still impaled on his rigid length and he felt almost as if he’d die for the sweet tightness of her.

Their eyes met and as she watched, his color went from marble white to flesh. His hair became the shiny platinum she had always admired and his eyes grew as dark as liquid smoke as his desire shown through.

Barely recovering from the shock of how quickly the curse was broken, she cried out as Lucius clasped her to him and rolled, pinning her beneath him in one fluid motion. He spoke one word before claiming her lips and it was a word that branded her very soul. “Mine!”

She gave her soul over in that moment. She knew that she was exactly what he had just said. She’d be anything he wanted of her. His mistress, his slave. She didn’t care as long as he let her stay near him.

Lucius slammed his entire length into her, riding her in such a way that she swore the heavens moved. Gasping for breath, she could do nothing more than hold on and wait for his possession of her to relax. He was buried so deeply inside her she was unsure where he ended and she began.

The very emotion of it gave her pause. She felt terrified in that moment. Terrified that he would tire of her. Terrified that he wouldn’t. How long before he lost his love for her and decided to gift it to another? The way Severus had.
Raging emotions swam through her like a current. It wasn’t just that she felt a need for him. It was that she felt every bit of independence she had fought to regain after Severus had destroyed her self esteem slipping away from her yet again. She had finally found her way back to being a person with no real need for another and the idea of needing him with such intensity made her feel fragile and helpless.

This was not what she had wanted. What would he say if he knew how deeply she wanted him? He’d think her weak. Even as she tried to convince herself that he held no power over her, he twisted as he thrust deeper and hit her core at a different angle and she felt as if her whole world was exploding.

Giving up on fighting her emotions for the moment, she gave in to them. She let him carry her higher and higher as she felt him taking her over. Each thrust drove her to a new level of sweet torture. She gasped his name as the tingling sensations gave way to a deep hot burning within her core.

Grinning down at her, Lucius just took her responses as the wild abandonment that he himself was feeling. As he felt her begin her journey to completion, he reached down between them and captured her clit with his forefinger, rubbing it swiftly even as he created wilder friction between their bodies with his cock.

He was laying his claim. He knew that she knew it too. He wanted her to understand fully what he wanted. He wanted more than just a casual relationship with this witch. She was his savior and he would be her everything. Simply sharing their bodies would never be enough for him now.

She was his. His body cried out for completion but he held it back, instead driving her over the edge time and time again. When she was sobbing his name and ripping bloody ribbons across his back, he finally let himself spill inside of her. She held to him, sobbing and jerking as her body was still convulsing through the orgasms he had pulled from her.
When at last, her shaking ceased, Lucius slid from the table and took her into is arms, cradling her to him as he moved to the fireplace. Grabbing the Floo powder, he whispered, “Master Chambers.”

When he stepped through, he carried her straight to the bathroom, and kept her close even as he ran the hot water into the tub. Scenting the water with lavender, he climbed in and relaxed down into it’s depths, never releasing her from his embrace. She didn’t fight him. Instead, she simply let him lavish attention to her body.
As he washed away the semen that escaped onto her thigh, he began whispering endearments. Words that he knew would please any witch. He spoke of what they would share together and all the riches he would bestow on her now that she was truly his. The promises he made were far better to her than any he had given Narcissa. He didn’t know what made him so determined to make her see what he offered. He only knew he had to see she understood.

But when she raised up to meet his gaze, her eyes were hollow and sadness seemed to envelope her. With a soft moan, she pushed away from him. “You don’t have to do this, Lucius. I don’t expect anything from you.”

Baffled by her response to his openly shared emotion, he gave her a perplexed look. “What? What are you saying? Don’t you realize that I’m offering you a future? Something for the two of us?” He shook his head. “We are one now. At least to me. I’ve never felt so complete as I do when I’m with you. I want you to know the depth of my feelings. I’m able to share that with you now. I wasn’t before, but--”

Her hand came up and covered his mouth, forcing his words to fall silent. “I know that you are grateful. I know that you think there is some bond between us,” She swallowed hard before continuing, “and I know that if you do this, then you will end up regretting it. I am glad the ritual worked. But I cannot accept that which you offer.”

Leaning toward him, she kissed him softly on the lips and whispered. “I’ll start looking for a new place tomorrow.” Giving in to her desire to touch him, she hugged him to her for another moment. “Be happy, Lucius. That’s all I want for you.”

Without another word, she rose from the tub and grabbed the nearest towel before quitting the room, leaving a stunned and speechless wizard staring after her. For several moments he could hardly think, he was so shocked.

Then white hot fury engulfed him and caused him to throw any and all caution to the wind. She was so damned certain he’d tire of her? Well, fine. They could explore that avenue. But he’d be damned if she’d leave until he did. Rising from the tub, he pursued her and cast an immobulus on her just as she reached the door.

Walking casually over to her, he bent and lifted her once again into his arms. Her stunned look only fed his anger as he pulled the sheets back and laid her in his bed. “If you are so sure I shall tire of you, my dear, then I’m certain you won’t mind if I insist on keeping your company until I do so tire of it.

Leaning down, he ran his tongue over her erect nipple, causing a moan to escape her lips. “You see, my dear, I have no reason to want to part ways with you yet.” He smiled when her eyes widened. “And besides, I made you a promise.” As he spoke, he transfigured handcuffs and cuffed her to the head of the bed. “Yes, I believe, the promise I made was you wouldn’t be able to walk.

“Seeing how you were able to so easily rise from the tub and leave me sitting there without even a wince on your part, I think I shall be very busy for the rest of the month.” Turning his head, he yelled, “MUD!”

The tiny little elf appeared with a look of question, which was quickly replaced by one of embarrassed modesty. “Y-yes Master?”

Smiling at the little elf, Lucius asked. “Mud, would you be so kind as to charm this room? No living being besides you and Hermione’s cat may enter or leave it for the next 32 days. Until she realizes the depth of my desires for her, neither her nor I shall be allowed to exit this room. All meals and anything else we need will be sent through the Floo.” He quirked an eyebrow at the little elf. “Is that understood?”

At the little elves nood, Lucius turned back to Hermione. “Now, Where were we? Oh, yes… I believe it’s time to work on that little problem of keeping you off your feet.”

Knowing he was dismissed, Mud popped out of the room and stood in the hallway, staring dumbfounded at the door as he worked the charm Master had requested. It was a strong charm and could not be broken by any. Not even himself. “Mud never see master so wanting to do that much hankidy pankidy… Wow… Mistress must really likes not say anything…”

Mud turned and popped down to the kitchen to make sure that dinner would be ready for them. He would make sure to send lots of food and drink as he was sure Mistress would need it to help recover after all the hankidy pankidy Master had planned.

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A/N: I apologize for this chapter coming so very late. Truth be told, it should have been to you almost two weeks ago. I had it complete and was ready, but then, my daughter downloaded a virus and the only way I could be sure it was 100% gone was to flat-line it. For all intents and purposes, I lost all of my stories and had to spend DAYS (Not just hours) putting them all back in place. This latest chapter was the only one that I hadn’t backed up, because it was still new, and well, needless to say, I had to rewrite it.

I also have another new story to tickle your fancy started. Chapter 1 of The Magicians Trick is in the Severus/Hermione section. It is compliant with Deathly Hallows (Except for the Epilogue.) Please venture over there if you enjoy that pairing and let me know what you think of my answer to the final book and the untimely death of such a wonderful character!

Also, anyone wanting to see an image of Severus’ new look… (Or at least the one I am using…) Go to the link below and check out the third issue. I know they use him as another character; Lord Shagsworthy, or something like that… But since this is a new beginning for Snape… I just think it was a delicious look for him!

Oh, and please leave me a review!!! My Muse is forever pissed at me for not fixing this chapter sooner. So, if not for my sake, leave a review to appease her. Please?

http://www.playwitch.net/issue3/lord_orion_interw.htm