A Ghostly Curse

A/N: Another chapter up! Now, I know that many of you have been wondering about Bellatrix… I hope you didn’t really think this story was complete yet… (Evil smirk)

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Ch 14 - Forgotten Nemesis

The eyes in the serpents skull had burned green for all these years. Consistently, forever green. Like the dark shade of an aged emerald that glistened rich and bold in whatever light surrounded it.

She had become so used to the shade of green that she had almost forgotten to pay any attention to the serpents head that day. If it hadn’t been for the extreme difference in the color, she never would have seen it. When she saw, of course, she knew. Her nephew had awakened. She had not really felt too bitterly about that.

However, the next morning, when she awoke to find the eyes burning blood red she cried out in outrage and broke almost every fragile thing within her reach. Her anger was so intense that she nearly cast the killing curse on the only thing she had left to remind her of her love, Voldemort.

Stopping short as she stared at Nagini, her lover’s familiar, she lowered her wand. The snake looked at her with wary eyes and slithered away from her swiftly. Tears filled her eyes as she sank into the nearest chair and let her emotion claim her. Something she had not allowed herself to do since his murder.

It wasn’t fair. Lucius Malfoy had no right to be free! He should suffer. Drawing a ragged breath, she stood and moved swiftly back to the snakes-skull. “Show me who has freed him!”

A hissing sound came from the snake and it’s eyes turned white. Leaning forward, Bellatrix let herself see through the snake’s eyes. For a moment all she saw was Lucius’ chambers. Then, quite unexpectedly, she saw a very naked Mudblood witch walk seductively across the room with a very sensuous smile for a very alive and also naked Lucius following behind.

An exclamation of outrage escaped Bella’s lips. “A Mudblood? That little whore freed Lucius! And now he’s actually sleeping with her?” Disgusted, she turned and paced away from the snakes-skull and began formulating her plan. He might have found a way to escape her curse, but to her that only meant one thing… She just had another bitch to kill now.

The smile that transformed Bella’s face would have made anyone who did not know her believe she was beautiful. She giggled and twirled around the room as if waltzing with an invisible partner for a few minutes.

The snake watched the witch closely before curling herself into a tight ball. If any could hear the snakes thoughts they would have been surprised to hear her pitying the poor soul that Bellatrix was preparing to unleash her fury on. The snake may have been familiar to Tom Riddle, but she had never liked his chosen mate. She was far more evil than even Voldemort, if anyone had cared to ask her opinion.

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Hermione giggled as Lucius tickled her feet for the fifth time that morning. “Lucius, stop! I am so ticklish on my feet. Please don’t!” She begged through uncontrollable laughter.

He stuck his head out from under the covers and smiled at her with such a twinkle in his eyes that it took her breath away. “I’m sorry, my dear. I just love the sound of your laughter.” He moved to lay beside her in the bed, draping an arm around her waist. “I think it is fast becoming my favorite sound.”

She quirked an eyebrow in his direction. “You jest!” feigned disbelief while trying her best not to smile as she cuddled into his embrace. She had been so happy these last few days that she was beginning to wonder if she was perhaps having an incredible dream.

He met her gaze with a somber expression. “Dearest, I never jest.” He shook his head. It’s not in my nature. You should know that by now. He moved to lean over her and capture her lips with his own. Hermione returned the kiss passionately.

The kiss would have developed into more, but Mud came through the Floo. “Good morning, Master.” He bowed his head in respect before glancing at Hermione and blushing at her state of undress as he in turn bowed for her. “Mistress.”

Snapping his fingers, a huge tray filled to the brim with muffins, honey butter, melons, juice and coffee appeared. “Mud broughts your breakfast. And the morning paper, too.”

After he made sure the breakfast was perfectly set up for the two, he bowed again. “If you’s be needing anythings else, calls Mud.” He didn’t raise his eyes to them again, but instead snapped his fingers and disappeared before either of them could say anything.

Silence fell on the couple for a moment before Lucius began to chuckle. “I daresay, I believe Mud has a crush on his Mistress.”

Hermione had the good grace to blush. “Are you nutters? He’s a house-elf!” Rolling her eyes, she tried to pull away from him, only to have his arms tighten around her.

Chuckling lightly, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I’m only playing with you, precious. Don’t take it to heart.”

Going still in his arms, Hermione turned into his embrace and kissed him softly. “I know.” Her smile was hesitant. “Although, I must say I’m somewhat surprised by you. You aren’t at all what I had expected.”

Raising up, Lucius gave Hermione a curious look. “Are you disappointed?”

Shaking her head, she hurried to answer, “No! No, of course not.” She reached up and touched her palm to his cheek. “I just never thought that you would be so affectionate. It’s a nice surprise.” Her smile warmed his heart.

Bringing his lips to hers, he captured her mouth in a savage kiss that stole her breath away. She responded by threading her fingers in his hair and kissing him back with just as much passion.

When the kiss ended, he pulled back and his eyes had darkened to the color of a sea-swept storm. “I am affectionate, that is true. But I haven’t begun to show you the depth of my passion, Hermione.” He paused and drew back on a sigh. “I don’t wish to frighten you away. But there are things I want to do. Pleasures I want to share with you that I fear may not be what you want.”

She weighed his words for a moment before turning to cuddle closer to him. She wanted to experience any and every pleasure there was to be had with him. Smiling, she offered, “You know I trust you, don’t you?”

“Yes, but--”

“If you did something I didn’t like, would you stop?”

This question made his eyes fly to hers. “Of course,” he answered defensively. “Believe it or not, I’m not merciless. I just… Well, I like doing things that some people may believe to be somewhat masochistic.”

He watched her, waiting for her to pull away in disgust. Instead, she stunned him with a broad smile. “Well? What are you waiting for? Show me!”

With a mild look of disbelief, he whispered. “Give me a word.”

She lifted an eyebrow at him. “A word?”

He smirked, “Yes. I need a word that we can share between us which can be used to stop what we do.” He watched her carefully as he added, “In case you decide you don’t like what I do.”

Understanding dawned and she smiled. “Okay. The word I choose is Checkmate.”

“Checkmate?” he echoed, confused.

She nodded. “Yes, you can look at it as my surrender and my way of saying, you win.”

His eyebrow lifted, and a dangerously mischievous look crossed his features as he asked, “And am I to speak the same word if our roles ever reverse?”

She reached out and ran her hand through his hair before using it to pull him closer to her. Her lips teased his gently before she ran her tongue over the contours of his mouth. When she leaned away from him, her eyes sparkled with excitement. “If you trust me enough to allow me that privilege, you can rest assured that I would honor that word coming from you as well as you honor it from me.”

She had heard about S&M before. It was something that she had always been curious about, but had never had the courage to explore it before. Once, she had made mention of her interest to Ron when they had dated, and he had looked at her in such a way that she had wondered if she had perhaps grown two heads.

With Snape, she had never felt secure enough to let him know of her interest. Some part of her had feared that he might be unwilling to stop if she didn’t like what he did. But, with Lucius, she felt secure in the knowledge that he wouldn’t go any further than she wanted.

Knowing that gave her the courage to explore an area of her sexuality that she hadn’t dared to delve into before. Sitting up, she moved to kneel before him. Smiling up at him trustingly, she querried, “What’s first, Master?”

Lucius cock twitched as he looked at her sitting there. Desire flooded his being and he ached to take her then but instead, held his hand toward the closet. “Accio black box!”

Immediately the closet flew open and a large black box flew swiftly to his side and landed on the bed. Glancing at her as he opened the box, he whispered. “You’re quite sure about this, precious?”

Hermione stared at the box, curious as to what all laid inside it. She nodded in response to his question and answered, “Teach me what to do, Master. I’m your eager pupil.”

Lucius felt another stirring at her response. “Very well.” His voice took on a demanding quality. “Stand up.” He pulled a chain out of the box and began pulling it straight, taking the kinks out of each smaller chain.

Hermione stood and moved to stand before him, watching his movements curiously. “What’s this?”

Lucius stopped and popped her breast sharply with his hand. “No questions, precious! You must trust me. To question will bring punishment.”

She gasped at the stinging sensation she felt on her breast from his strike. She wondered if she had made a mistake as Lucius brought one of the tips of the smaller chain to her nipple. Sliding the band at the end wide, he slipped it over her flesh, then tightened it, making the nipple harden in response to the tightness.”

He pulled the chain, checking to make sure it would hold and making Hermione hiss through her teeth at the sharp sensation. Looking up at her, he whispered, “One word ends this.” Her eyes met his and she shook her head and turned her body, offering her other nipple for the chain to be attached to. Smiling, Lucius caressed her breast in reward before slipping the second noose-like cord over it and pulling it tight as well. “Good girl.” he praised as he pulled lightly on the second chain.

The sensation made Hermione gasp as she felt a tingling sensation following the slight pain from the chains. When Lucius tugged on both chains together, she moaned loudly in response to the sharp pain that turned quickly to pleasure.

Lucius watched as she threw her head back and moaned in response to the new sensation. Smiling he leaned forward and held the third chain up. She looked from him to the chain and then back again in question. He chuckled and whispered, “Open your legs, precious. You’ll like this.”

Hesitantly and a little nervous, she did as he demanded. Embarrassment filled her when his fingers touched her center, and he brought his hand away, coated with her essence. “Hmmm… It seems you’re already enjoying our little sport. Aren’t you, precious?”

Too embarrassed to look at him, she kept her eyes closed and nodded. His response was to pull on the chains that were attached to her nipples roughly. “Answer me, precious, or I end this now.”

His words were harsh, and Hermione’s eyes flew open to meet his gaze. “Yes, Master.”

He tugged gently on the chains and was rewarded by her moan. “Yes? Yes what?”

She moaned again as he let his hand find the wet spot between her legs again. He watched her face expectantly as he began to fasten the third chain to her clitoris. Her eyes widened as he gave it a slight tug to make sure it was fastened good to her.

He stopped and sat there looking at her. “I’m waiting.” He said softly.

Realizing what he was waiting for, Hermione swallowed before answering. “Yes, Master. I am enjoying our little sport. I want more…” She licked her lips before adding, “please?”

With a roguish smile, Lucius took the fourth, shorter chain and looped it slowly around his pinkie. As he stood, he pulled the chain lightly, making Hermione whimper as the pull worked to arouse her. He tugged gently again and Hermione found herself arching toward him.

“Lay down, precious. Let me show you just how well this device can work to make you come.” At his urging, Hermione turned and slid slowly onto the bed. He gently pushed her legs apart and moved to settle himself between them.

As he rubbed his shaft over her wetness, he tugged steadily on the chain that was attached to her clit, making her lift her hips as she responded to the feeling. Chuckling, he slowly pushed into her, tugging on the chain as he did, eliciting a cry from her.

When he leaned over her, he asked, “Do you like it, precious?”

Hermione opened her mouth to respond but found that all she could do was cry out as an orgasm hit with his first powerful thrust.

He smiled and placed the fourth chain in his mouth, holding it with his teeth as he began thrusting. Each motion, tugged on both nipples and her clit at the same time as his cock filled her, driving her to the point of madness.

Raising her hips, she began matching his movements in such a way that she was tugging against the chains as well as he was, which made her journey toward orgasm that much swifter.

Lucius continued to ride her, and found himself fighting not to reach his own climax before she had experienced several. Finally, when she was so wrapped up in the sensation that she was fairly screaming in pleasure, he began thrusting harder, and deeper, driving them both over the edge.

When her cries finally subsided, she felt Lucius collapse on top of her, and rest his head in between her breasts. Wrapping her arms around him, she sighed in contentment. She knew that life with this man would never be dull and she was beginning to trust that he would be a constant in her life.

As if he read her thoughts, he sighed raggedly, saying, “This is only the beginning, precious. I have so many things I can show you. If you liked this, I know you’ll like all the other things I can show you.”

They both snuggled into each other and before they realized it, they had both dozed off. Each content in the others arms. Hermione still wore the chains and Lucius still held the fourth chain in his hand. They were each so comfortable with each other that any discomfort with the pleasure chains was forgotten as they gave themselves over to blissful slumber.

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A/N: I know I made you guys wait another two weeks. I am sorry for that. I hope that this juicy chapter made up for that. It was a little over the top, but I believe Lucius is a little on the kinky side, so I can see that he would be the one to explore this kind of thing with Hermione…

Please review and let me know what you think! I love to hear from all of you!