Experience

First of all I want to say I am so sorry that I haven’t updated this one but there were a couple plot points I had trouble with; sorted now... here goes.



Angel: Yes, Draco has forgiven me; that is all Lucius really wanted. Here’s an update.



Lady Lynn: What is it with the dream? You tell me... I don’t know. Anyway, here’s the update.



Citten: Blaise and Snape are sorted out, sort of, in this chapter. You may not like me for some of the things in this chapter... hee hee... and sorry for not keeping up the updates on this story; I am still writing just other stories; I have two new LM/HG ones on the go; one called If You Go Down To The Woods Today and Loves Nightmare: Hate’s Dream; I also have a Snape/Ginny one called She’s So Much Like You... so, I haven’t stopped. Blaise’s mum is kind of scary.



Anon: Yep; what is it with the dream... You’ll find out soon enough... I promise you.



Dee Dee: You really should have a go with writing yourself; your ideas are awesome... and if you have a few problems don’t hesitate to ask me for help. As for Snape; there’s a twist in the tale believe me; it only came to me on Thursday night. Blaise is answered in this one too... although not to my satisfaction. Lupin annoys me; so I wrote that scene deliberately to be annoying. Umbridge, hmm... As for the nightmare...



Mary: Yeah, they finally got together. I loved writing that scene very much. I hope you like this chapter to.



La Bibliographe: I can tell you without spoiling the plot that they do get married... I thought it would be great to add in just that little Draco scene. It was all Lucius needed to make him feel better about being with her. And thank you for complimenting me on my lemons. In answer to where you can find my artwork, click on the Artwork link on the scroll bar at the top, and click on home and then photos. Find the Harry Potter folder, and click on the picture scroll down and there’s my first one; or alternatively you could just email bellasnape1@yahoo.co.uk and I’ll send you the links.



BuffyXO: Thank you, yes it was a nice touch. Thank you for liking this chapter even putting the lemons aside; and for complimenting me on my narrative style. I don’t celebrate Christmas but thank you for the sentiment; I know its over I just wanted to acknowledge it...



Firewall: Yes, it could be very scary foreshadowing.



BuckyKattGirl: I am pleased you thought it was a brilliant start; but here is round two... I hope you like the lemons in this chapter too.





Anon: Sorry if you found the technical terms boring, but I find all the other terminology for those body parts rather offensive, and I don't use those words in normal every day conversation as I don't swear. So, I'm sorry but you'll get technical termionology from me because that is what I write. Sorry. If you get bored with that then just replace with the words you want in your head when you're reading, as I won't put any other words other than the technical terms... sorry. I did try to be a bit more imaginative in this chapter but as I said I am not comfortable with the other words... I find Penis is enough to turn me on... I do go through the chapter as carefully as I can but if there are mistakes then I am sorry, but I am only human, and I don’t want a beta... Thank you for liking my stories and I hope you continue to like this one despite the mistakes.



Sinbad: Thanks, yeah I started off liking Snape but I am now transformed into a Luscious fan. I love writing Lucius. He’s so cool. I have a few more stories for you to try... if you’re interested email me, bellasnape1@yahoo.co.uk... Okay.



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Ms L: Thank you. I hope that this is also above and beyond your expectations. I’ll try.



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Coraline Black: More is what you get. Yes, sorry for not finishing one off before I start another one, but I can’t seem to do that; blame my overactive imagination. She almost got it on with Snape; but she didn’t complete it; she had only known Blaise as far as that is concerned. I am so pleased you enjoy my stories. Its making people happy with my stories that gives me an excuse to get out of bed in the morning.



Lady Lexie: Thank you. There aren’t that many around but I suppose it is pretty unique. I tend to focus on redemption and hope in my stories... a lot of Lucius/Hermione focus on her becoming dark.



Sunday



Hermione woke up still feeling like she was in a dream; the sun filtered through the light green gauze curtains lending a late spring fresh feel to the room. She turned around and looked at the sleeping form of her boss/fiancé/lover. She thought over the past week and couldn’t believe what a busy week it had been. She groaned when she realised what it was she had to do today. The thought of looking into Blaise’s beautiful dark eyes and telling him that they could never be together tore at her and she turned away and laid on her side. She didn’t want Lucius to see her crying.



Tears rolled out of her eyes, she tried to make it silent, as she didn’t want to wake him up. She sniffed and felt his arms wrap around her body and he turned her around and she snuggled into his warm chest. He shushed her and stroked her hair. He kissed her face and the top of her head. He knew what she was upset about.



“He’ll understand,” he murmured in her ear.



“How come I don’t?” she asked.



“Because you have a big heart and would give it to everybody if you could.”



He smiled as he stroked aside her hair from her face allowing him a clearer view of her profile. “Why can’t I give my heart to everybody?” she asked sniffing.



“Because not everybody would appreciate it,” he purred stroking her side. He held her close to his body. She felt his morning erection against her thigh. She raised her leg over his waist and curled it around his back. She pushed him closer to her with the heel of her foot. “Am I under the impression that you wish me to service you, my dear?”



She pushed him slightly and he landed on his back. She threw the bedcovers off and clambered on top of him clamping him between her thighs. She rubbed her hands up his ribs and abdomen; she circled her hands around his abs and leaned down to whisper huskily in his ear:



“Actually, I was thinking more of servicing you,” she murmured.



He turned around to kiss her neck but she moved before he could; she watched as his tongue flickered out of his mouth and back in again. She licked her lips and smiled.



“Dirty bitch,” he said.



“Hmm,” she sighed. “I wouldn’t be in this predicament at all had you not been nice to me.”



She leaned her head back and bounced up and down on his member rubbing herself with her hands pinching her nipples. He began to get jealous of her hands as he felt that was his prerogative; she had no business touching herself like that when he was perfectly willing to do so for her. He took her hands away from her body and she snapped her head forward.



“Leave that to me,” he murmured. He raised his body up and clamped his mouth around one of her nipples as he massaged her free breast with his hand. “I sometimes wish I had two mouths,” he panted. He turned to the other breast and breathed on it. “You know. I think I should name them.”



Hermione giggled. “Don’t do that!”



“Why not?” he said. He looked at them and smirked. He remembered names of muggle cartoon characters that would suit the way her breasts were at the moment. “We’ll call the left one Pinky and the right one Perky.”



She shook her head and began to climb off him. He grabbed her and looked into her eyes.



“You are not calling my breasts after a pair of pigs!” she protested



“Oh is that what they were?” Lucius purred. “Oh all right, how about... Big and Bouncy?”



She smacked him. “I’m not going to do this now.”



He laughed before he grabbed her hand and sucked her fingers. “Oh come on, Mia, lighten up. You can name my penis if you want.”



“Hmm, how about Bratwurst? Brat for short?”



“I like that,” he purred taking the left breast in his hot mouth. “Hello Miss Big!”



She giggled. Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea, and who said sex had to be serious? He sucked and kissed Miss Big with extreme tenderness. He stopped giving her attention and turned to Miss Bouncy.



“I think she was getting jealous,” Hermione said.



“Hmm, true. I think she was. Don’t worry Miss Bouncy; daddy loves you to.”



Hermione giggled. “I’m sorry, Lucius, but I can’t take this seriously with you saying those things to my breasts.”



“Oh come on, take life less seriously. As I said before you’re eighteen years old; let your hair down a bit.”



Hermione shook her head and her honeyed eyes twinkled naughtily. “Are you sure you truly want me to do that? Remember the one rule all us goody two shoes follow.”



“And what is that?”



“When we break rules we break them,” she purred in his ear. His rod turned hard.



“My staff will if you don’t tend to it soon,” he groaned.



She giggled. “I’ve never heard of that ever happening before.”



He wrapped his strong hands around her cute butt and bumped her forward towards him. “The time for talk is over, Hermione. I want action.”



She pushed him back on his back, he landed on the cushion and she looked into his eyes. She lowered her body down to contemplate his erection. She saw it literally throbbing. She sighed. This was because of her. Don’t worry, Brat, mummy’s here! she thought... hmm perhaps Lucius has a point. She tilted her head. He had a huge point. She brushed her fingertips on it and it jumped. She sighed again. She picked it up and placed it at the mouth between her legs.



She impaled herself on his staff and thrust onto his balls with a vigour that surprised Lucius greatly. She moaned. He grabbed her hips in his hands and rolled her forward.



“Oh, Mia!” he groaned. “Don’t ever leave me.”



Hermione thrust against his pelvis. She loved the feel of him inside her; she felt complete.



She rocked forward to get as much of him inside of her as possible. He let her move on top of him. He urged her with his hands around her womanly hips. He smiled up at her.



“Mia, you truly are the most beautiful woman in the world,” he said hungrily.



She blushed but his praise of her caused her to rock more violently; she wanted him to scream that name! She wanted to know that she made him feel as good as he made her feel the night before. She pushed down onto him: impaling herself on his sword. He felt her muscles clench around him; he loved the tightness around his organ as he thrust up into her causing her to hiss his name. He loved her; she was magnificent. He looked into her eyes and smirked at the way they were smouldering in his direction; her eyes took on an amber glow. Fire and lust burnt beneath the iris and she glowed in its golden light.



“What have I done to deserve you?” he groaned as she pushed forward.



She didn’t answer as she brushed his thighs with her hands and she dug her nails into his flesh as she pushed herself down giving him one mind blowing orgasm with it. She smirked as she rocked forward coming herself.



“Well, well, Lucius it seems you can still please the ladies; your performance was most satisfying to watch. Especially you, Mia, you’ve always thrown your soul into practical things, haven’t you?”



Lucius got up shaking with anger and pointed his wand at Snape.



“You’re disgusting,” he snarled.



Hermione didn’t screech; she didn’t even feel the need to cover herself up. She walked up to the two men and stood in between them. She pushed Lucius away and looked into her lover’s eyes.



“It’s all right, darling, get dressed,” she said. Lucius narrowed his eyes and Hermione turned around and looked at Severus who was licking his lips at her delectable body.



“You are delightful,” he purred stepping close to her but she swiftly took a step back.



“Stay back Snape,” she snarled. “The more I see you the lower my opinion of you becomes.”



He cocked his head to one side as he circled around her; he was testing Lucius to his limits. She sighed and looked at him with a hard glare.



“I am not leaving until you promise me some of that.”



Lucius rushed forward and tripped falling flat on his face. Hermione turned around and bent down and helped him up. Severus looked at her curves. She’ll be mine! Severus thought darkly. She’s much too good for him!



Once Lucius was back on his feet Hermione turned her attention to the other man and looked at him spitefully.



“Over my dead body,” she said. “I can’t believe I defended you to Harry.”



Severus stepped up to her and tilted her chin up with the tip of his long middle finger. “You won’t regret it,” he murmured.



He walked out of the door leaving the two lovers alone. She fumed and he stroked her hair in an effort to soothe her.



“He WATCHED us!” she exclaimed. “He BLOODY WATCHED US!”



Lucius shook his head. “Don’t worry.”



She stamped her foot and swung around. “I thought I made it perfectly clear that I don’t want him!”



“You did excite the puppy in my office you know,” Lucius said, “what did you expect?”



She sighed. “I guess that was pretty stupid.”



“I was stupid. You were trying to get it through my thick skull that you wanted it from me.”



“And you sex up pretty damn nicely,” Hermione replied giggling, “I think I might want another tumble in the sheets!”



He smirked and his ice like eyes sparkled and they looked silver in the sunlight. “Sorry, sweetheart, we have other things to do.”



“Yes,” Hermione sighed. “You’re right.”



She walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower and turned it on. She let the warm water splash and slide on her skin. She picked up a bottle of shampoo and was about to pour some in her hand but it was taken away from her. She turned around and Snape was standing in her shower – naked.



“Allow me,” he said.



“Can’t you understand, Severus? I can’t be with you! Salazar Slytherin himself has entwined us. You’d go against the wishes of Salazar Slytherin?”



“I want you, Mia. I don’t care what some apparition said.”



“He wasn’t an apparition; he was a real flesh and blood being!”



He poured some of the purple soap into his hand and lathered it before placing some on her hair. He massaged her scalp gently. She felt a tingling sensation course down her body. Her body could betray her at any moment. He stepped closer to her and he slipped his hands down her waist and pulled her to his body. She felt his wet skin against hers. He turned around and murmured in the crook of her neck.



“I am getting quite annoyed by your stubborn behaviour regarding this, Hermione, it’s not as if you’re not attracted to me; I know you are.”



He circled his hand around her abdomen. “All right, I confess to being slightly attracted to you; but I can’t have you! Don’t you get it? I am in LOVE with Lucius. What I have for you is lust.”



“You can have me. There’s nothing in the rules that say’s you can’t have a bit on the side, I’m willing to share even if he isn’t.”



He pinched her nipples and he looked down her body with a hungry look. She turned around and went to kiss him but shook her head before she brushed his lips.



“No!” she said sternly. “No!”



“I’m warning you, Hermione, my patience is really wearing thin now.”



“I don’t care,” Hermione sighed. “I can’t let you touch me!”



He bumped her against the wall and placed a hand palm flat against the wall trapping her there. “If you don’t want me stop giving me the signals. Tell your pupils to stop dilating; tell your breasts to not pucker up when I so much as brush a finger on them. Tell your heart to stop beating so fast as it anticipates my next move;” he stroked between her legs and ran his hand along her vagina. “Tell your vagina not to become so wet when I touch it.”



“You’re delusional,” she replied.



“Am I?” he asked tucking a coil of hair behind her ear. He lifted her legs and placed them around his waist. He pumped himself inside her. “You’re so beautiful!”



Hermione wrapped her hands around the dark wizards head. He thrust into her. She moaned. “I shouldn’t,” she hissed in his ear as he stroked her sides with his expert fingers.



“I love you,” he murmured hungrily in her ear. “I love you so much!”



He pumped himself further into her body. He was expert and Hermione also noted that he was slightly bigger than Lucius but that didn’t concern her; love was more important. Besides it was so slight that it hardly noticed. He pulled her closer to him and he kissed her mouth wrapping his hands in her long, soapy, golden tresses.



“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. He stroked her face and tilted her chin up to suck the base of her throat.



“Please, Severus, leave me alone,” she said.



He thrust into her harder. “Oh no, not now,” he said passionately. Hermione groaned and leant into his embrace as he pushed further into her soul.



“I will tell Lucius about this,” she threatened.



“Go ahead,” Severus moaned. “I have nothing to fear from him.”



She looked into his eyes; for a second she swore she saw a red glow in them.



“No,” she whispered. “I suppose you don’t.”



He pushed her down on him again causing him to orgasm. He groaned her name and he slipped out of her. She sighed as he slipped out of her. He smirked as he noticed the look of slight disappointment in her eyes.



“And you didn’t want me anywhere near you,” he purred.



He stepped out of the shower, she sighed and turned around; he almost had second thoughts but he had to leave.



She finished soaping herself and walked out of the shower. She walked into the bedroom and noticed it was empty. She looked at the bed and noticed a piece of parchment pinned to the middle of the bed.



At Hogwarts; just had breakfast!



She sighed; she had to tell him what had just happened.



She got dried and dressed. She had to breakfast alone. She walked down to the breakfast parlour and scooped up some eggs and placed them on two slices of toast and poured a cup of coffee for herself. She wondered where everybody else was and called Gloop.



“Yes Mistress?” Gloop asked bowing.



“Where is everybody?”



“Master is at Hogwarts. The young Master and Mistress are still in bed...” Gloop blushed. Hermione nodded. “The other young Mistress is also at Hogwarts.”



“I am going to visit a friend, and then I am going to Hogwarts also,” she said. “See you Gloop.”



“When will Master and Mistress be home?” Gloop asked.



“It’s best to do something simple for dinner, Gloop. We may not know. Perhaps the leftovers from the ball.”



Gloop nodded. He walked out of the room and Hermione found a safe apparition point and apparated to London. She got some muggle money from her account using her card and hailed a taxi.



“Yes, Miss where can I take you?”



“St Thomas Hospital,” Hermione said. The Cab driver turned around and he smiled. “How you been darlin’?”



Hermione smiled as she recognised Sam. “Hello, Sam. Well, it’s been busy.”



Sam laughed. “It ‘appens like that sometimes love.”



“Really,” Hermione sighed. “Ever had a week where you fell in love, got engaged, and betrayed your lover the next day after your engagement?”



“Er? Nope, crikey, that sounds like something that should be on Oprah!”



Hermione rolled her eyes and snorted with derision. “It does, doesn’t it?”



He drove her to the Hospital and she brought out her purse.



“Not necessary,” he sighed. “But I know who you’re seeing; and I ain’t goin’ to let you pay.”



Hermione giggled. She saw the metre and left a five pound note on her seat. He drove off and as he turned his head back to manoeuvre the car around a corner he noticed the green slip of paper on the seat. “Cheeky madam!” He laughed before he drove off.



She walked into the hospital and carried on up to the main reception desk and asked where a Mr Blaise Zabini was. The receptionist told her and she walked to the lift and pressed the floor number; the lift pinged and she walked out. She found him soon enough and knocked on the door.



She walked in and he turned around; he had a drip on his arm and an empty tray. He had something to eat. He looked pale and in pain.



“Hermione,” he groaned. She looked at him with a strange lump in her throat. She walked up to him offering a very weak smile.



“How – how are you?” she stammered.



“Not very well,” he groaned. She poured some water for him and raised him up so that he could take a drink. “I know about you and Lucius. Congratulations.”



“I am so sorry,” she whispered.



“Don’t be,” he said in a very tired voice. “I – I kept myself alive for you.”



“But you’re not dying,” Hermione gasped.



“Something went wrong in the operation that they couldn’t fix. My mother has made them work day and night but nothing can be done;” he sighed. He lifted a hand to her face and stroked along her jaw and ran the pad of his thumb along her lips. “I loved you. I loved you so much, Mia. You were my true love,” he said. “Hermione; please let me die with your sweet taste the last thing I have.”



“You’re not dying, Blaise. You’ve got strength.”



Blaise looked at her and sighed. He lifted his body up and placed his lips up and kissed her. Hermione returned the kiss and she was about to wrap him close to her but he slipped. The machine buzzed shrilly and she looked at it.



“HELP!” she screamed. Doctors ran into the room immediately and looked at the young woman. She turned around. They looked at the machine and checked his blood pressure. They exchanged looks and turned their attention back to Hermione.



“I think you should wait outside, young lady,” the Doctors advised.



“No, I want to be here,” she said. She stepped up to the bed and took hold of his only hand and watched as the Doctors attempted to keep him alive. The machine stuttered out a few beats and then a continual buzzing noise, and then the straight line the susurration buzzed around in her head. They pushed the electronic pads on his chest but the machine still had the same buzz sound and the straight line continued to scroll across the screen.



Hermione saw the colour leave his face instantly and she felt for his pulse but she couldn’t feel it. A Nurse covered his face with a sheet and another put an arm around her shoulder.



“Are you alright, dear?” she asked Hermione. Hermione turned her chin up and nodded. The Doctors looked at the young woman and sighed; one of them reminded her of George Clooney, but only a little. He walked up to her:



“I’m sorry. We did all we could.” Hermione looked at the dead form of Blaise Zabini. He watched her and smiled. “At least he died with the woman he loved close by him.”



Hermione sighed. “I didn’t love him in return, Doctor.”



He lifted the blanket and showed the smile on his face. He looked at peace. “You made him die happy, Miss. I hardly ever see that.”



She smiled weakly. “Thank you.”



She walked out of the room and leant her back against the wall and was about to put her head in her hands when the George Clooney look-a-like walked out of the room.



“Do you want to have a cup of tea?”



“No thanks,” she said. “I have to be somewhere else now.”



She went to the lift and pressed Ground Floor. The lift pinged seconds after and she soon found the late May sun shining on her face. She’d have a son called Blaise; whether Lucius liked it or not.



She found a shadowy alley between two buildings and apparated to Hogsmeade. She found little comfort in seeing the village again. The only one completely populated by Magical people. She looked at the buildings and particularly at Madam Rosmerta’s pub The Three Broomsticks. She needed an older woman at the moment. She walked into the pub and Madam Rosmerta was flirting with a Wizard that Hermione had never seen before. She walked up to the bar.



“What will it be, love?” Rosmerta asked.



“I need something strong,” Hermione said. “Have you got any Irish Cream Liqueur? I need something sweet.” She nodded. Hermione brought out her purse and groaned. She didn’t have any Wizard money. “Never mind, I haven’t got any money.”



The Wizard turned around and flashed a sweet, charming smile at her. “Who are you?”



“Hermione Granger,” she answered dully.



“Oh, I’ve heard so much about you,” Hermione looked up and her jaw dropped. This wizard was lanky, with blue eyes and dark hair. He was pale skinned and she couldn’t help but think that Sirius Black had come back from the dead. “Regulus Black!”



“Sirius told us...”



“Yeah, well, he would,” Regulus said darkly. “He didn’t agree with my methods. I didn’t agree with his. But our goals were the same. I am surprised he didn’t tell me HOW beautiful you were.”



“Thanks but I am already taken,” Hermione said raising her hand and showing off her engagement ring. Regulus whistled.



“Lucius Malfoy is one lucky bastard!” He exclaimed winking at her.



She blushed. He was certainly better looking than Sirius. She was about to walk out of the pub when Rosmerta came up to her with the drink and she smiled at her.



“It’s all right,” she sighed. “It looks like you’ve had a pretty rough morning.”



Hermione sighed. “Is there somewhere more private we can talk?”



“Sure.”



Hermione walked to the other end of pub. “I have made love to Lucius Malfoy. Then in the shower Snape decided he wanted to play, and then Blaise Zabini a boy I was sort of hoping to be my boyfriend before I met Lucius; died this morning; so you could say it’s been pretty rough emotionally.”



Rosmerta’s eyes widened in shock as she heard a certain name. “Snape you say?”



“Yes, Snape.”



“But that’s impossible. Snape’s been kidnapped. He was doing something for Dumbledore and he got kidnapped. He was with Horace Slughorn at the time.”



Hermione’s mouth hung open. “But he’s been stalking me all week.”



“Have you seen this Snape naked?”



“Yes, this morning.”



“Did you perchance happen to look at his arm?” she asked the young woman. Hermione shook her head.



“Then who?”



Rosmerta shook her head; “I don’t know, dear.”



A headache started pulsing in her temple. “I’m going to walk to Hogwarts. Some fresh air might do me good.”



Rosmerta smiled and watched the young woman walk out of her bar, she turned her attention towards the man and he flirted with her some more.



Hermione walked up the steep incline to the school with a dragging step and a heavy heart. She reached the gates and found them swinging half off the hinges. She stepped through them and walked up the path to the school, the devastating sight that met her eyes was the last straw for this morning’s multiple shocks. She screamed aloud and sank on her knees.



Hannah heard the scream first and she ran in the general direction of the sound and found Hermione on the floor tearing her hair from her scalp and crying madly. Hannah picked her up off the ground and supported her friend to where she knew Lucius was. She rounded the corner and Lucius was standing talking to Remus about something and Hannah whistled. Lucius looked at the two young women and he strode up to them with an intent look in his eyes. He noticed how weak Hermione was. He propped her up and she clung onto him for dear life. He held her close to his body and rubbed up and down her back.



“What’s the matter, my love?” he murmured.



“B-Blaise is dead!” she sniffed. “He died telling me he loved me. A-and that’s n-not all: S-Snape is n-not S-Snape; S-Severus is k-kidnapped.”



“What?” Lucius hissed.



“It’s true, Rosmerta has just told me that Snape got kidnapped doing something for Dumbledore with Slughorn and he got kidnapped.”



Lucius looked into her eyes. If the man that had been taking liberties with Hermione hadn’t been Severus then who was it?



~*~*~



He woke up thirsty, hungry and dirty. He looked around and noticed that he was in a dark dungeon. He was also on a pile of straw; he noticed that he was not wearing much. His trousers were frayed and torn at the bottom and he was in a dirtied white shirt. He was also wearing manacles and had a mother and father of a headache.



The sound of the dungeon door scraped open and someone walked in the room. He heard the jangling sound of keys and the door was being pushed forward. He sat up with his feet planted on the floor and his knees spread apart. He ran his hand through his hair.



“Well, well, Severus. So you’ve finally woken up, eh?”



“Where am I?” he croaked.



“Tut-tut, you think I’d tell you that, and give myself away?”



“Why?”



“I need a sample of your hair,” the voice hissed.



“But why?”



“I think I’m in love, or a close approximation to it.”



Severus widened his eyes. “Who would be infatuated with me enough to want to go near my form?”



“Why don’t you try thinking of a Gryffindor?”



Severus racked through as many of the female Gryffindors he could but shook his head. He shuddered at the thought of it being a male; he was not that way inclined in the slightest.



“I can’t think of anyone.”



The man chuckled. Severus blood ran cold with the chuckle. Whomever it was he pitied the poor person.



“Why don’t we narrow down the choices shall we... she’s barely out of childhood.”



Severus was stumped. What young woman could possibly be infatuated with him in Gryffindor? He decided to think of girls in Potters year that were in the house of the Lion. He shook his head and looked up at the shadowed stranger.



“It can’t possibly be her, she hates me!”



“Oh, well, she admitted this morning in the shower that she actually likes the way you are; and that she does actually lust after you!”



“What have you done to her?” Severus demanded angrily getting to his feet.



“Relax, nothing that she didn’t mind; perhaps I ought to reveal whom I really am to her soon enough; I’d love to see the look on her face.”



“Who are you?” Snape demanded in a low, dangerous voice.



“Not yet,” his prisoner replied. “Not yet.”



~*~*~



Hermione took some time to relax and calm down. She was sitting on the grass by the lake watching the world with a bemused expression on her face. A hand waved in front of her face and she blinked and looked up into the smiling, concerned faces of Ginny and Hannah who came to sit down next to her.



“Hannah’s just told me, are you all right?”



“No,” Hermione sighed. They both turned to look at the building and Ginny was looking at Harry’s half naked body. Harry had taken his shirt off and tied the sleeves around the waist and he bent down, picked up some rock and moved the debris by hand. Ginny sighed when she saw her lover’s rippling muscles picking up the fallen mess.



Hannah was watching Ernie who was in the same half naked state but didn’t have as many rippling muscles. Hannah sighed and wished that she could have the courage to ask him out.



Hermione, however, had Lucius Malfoy to stare at. He had been watching the two young men and felt a little ashamed that he was not doing the same thing, and about ten minutes previously he had shed his good robe and took his waistcoat off and rolled his sleeves up, and unbuttoned his shirt.



Hermione was mesmerized with his strength and grace as his muscles waved instead of rippled and he picked up the debris with his bare hands too. He was depositing the debris in a tidy pile. Ginny and Hannah watched him for a time to.



“Are you sure you’re relationships solid?” Hannah asked.



Hermione tilted her head to one side: “He’s so sexy isn’t he?”



“I’ll say,” Hannah breathed. “He’s hot.”



Hermione giggled. “We had the best sex in the world last night. He kissed and sucked all over my body and massaged my legs as he kissed my toes. It was delicious,” but her heart wasn’t in it really. She had seen someone die for the first time in her life this morning and now she was worried as to whom it really was that had been seducing her all week.



He turned around and looked at her. She sighed and got up and walked to him.



“Wow,” Hannah breathed. “How bad have they got it?”



“I don’t know, but I’m still not comfortable with the idea.”



Hannah stared at Ginny; there was something strangely personal about the hatred held in the redhead’s eyes.



“Are you all right?” Lucius asked.



“No,” Hermione sighed. “No, I am not all right.”



“Why don’t you go back home? I’ll send Remus and Kingsley to protect you.”



“No,” she sighed circling her hands around his chest. “Let me stay with you. I don’t feel safe without you.”



“I haven’t done a good job of protecting you, have I?”



“Don’t worry,” Hermione breathed.



“Whoever is masquerading around as Snape has been quite successful, would the real thing have been as successful?”



Hermione shook her head. She brought her wand out from between her breasts and whisked it around. A pint of beer appeared out of thin air and she made it cold to. She handed it to him and he smiled at her.



“Thanks,” he said. “Just what I wanted.”



She wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled tightly into him. “I love you, Lucius.”



“I love you, to.”



They stayed like that for a few beautiful moments. It looked to a distant observer like one of those old-fashioned film scenes. The May wind sprang up lightly and whipped their hair and clothes. Lucius held her so tightly to his body; he felt big and strong again; he felt like a man; he was alive. She felt small in his arms and she wanted to some of his strength to rub off onto her.



“Lucius,” she sighed. “I’m scared.”



“Shush, dearest Heart. There’s no reason to be scared when I’m holding you is there?”



She shook her head against his chest. “No, Lucius. When I am in your arms I am not scared.”



“I don’t wish you to be scared, darling.”



She nodded and sniffed, she wiped the tears away from her face and he lowered his head and captured her lips with his and they kissed the true lovers kiss. She had never felt so protected before; she didn’t want the feeling to go away... ever.



“Lucius, I want you to protect me.”



“And I will, my turtledove.”



She smiled and tenderly brushed his face with her fingertips. She was about to kiss him again when she heard a scream from Harry.



A/N – Poor Blaise; the fact that he died with Hermione holding his hand was a sweet touch I thought. As for Snape; well, so who is it that is seducing the lovely Miss Granger away from Lucius then? And as for Regulus Black... what has that naughty boy been up to for so long, hmm?



Find out in the next exciting instalment of EXPERIENCE.