Mystery of You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
41,103
Reviews:
327
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
3
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I do not own Harry Potter (wish I did). I make no money from this (I'm still broke).
Chapter Fourteen
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Chapter Fourteen
Pounding on her door woke her from her sleep. She lifted her head groggily and watched as Draco walked into the room, his eyes covered with one hand and the other stretched out as if to make certain not to run into anything. Lucius, sitting up in the bed already, muttered a spell that moved a small footstool into his path. Draco’s shin made contact and he let out a yelp of pain. His son didn’t trip, but he would have a bruise.
“What is it that you want, Draco?” he asked, casually reaching over to Hermione and stroking her full mane of tresses.
Lying her head back down, Hermione allowed herself to wake slowly. She watched as Draco looked over, studying them in the bed.
“You didn’t have sex? I would have thought…”
“What is it you want, Draco?” Lucius repeated, his voice tight with impatience.
“Theo Nott is here to see you,” he told his father.
He nodded, looking over to Hermione. “Come along, my dear. I wish for you to be there for the meeting as well.”
Hermione sat up, yawning delicately. She was in the middle of stretching when she realized she was being watched not only by Lucius but Draco as well.
“What?” she murmured confused as to what could be so interesting about stretching and yawning.
“You’re glowing,” Lucius said quietly, studying her a little more closely. He leaned in and smelled her. “Hmm, on second thought, stay here reading. I’ll inform you as to what happens in the meeting.”
“Do I need to take a shower? Is that it?” She lifted and sniffed at herself under her shirt.
“You’re as sweet as a rose,” he assured her, as he stood up leaving the room quickly. “Stay put. I mean that.”
Lucius shut the door to the room, warding it to keep her inside.
“Aren’t you going to tell her?” Draco asked his father, as he chased after him.
“I will,” he muttered. “Just as soon as I figure out how.”
***
Hermione tried reading one of the muggle literature books she had bought for casual fare, but after a time felt too restless to even sit still to do it. She ended up taking a shower, not totally convinced that she didn’t smell slightly off. The man sniffed at her! And she didn’t care what he said to her, she did not smell like a rose. True, she wasn’t completely unpleasant smelling, but at the same time it wasn’t anything she would want to bottle and sell.
She took her time in the shower and got dressed again in an outfit that Lucius had bought her as a special treat. The silken robes were as light as a feather and as delicate looking as lace. Hermione went over to her desk, taking up the list of books she was given by Snape. Worrying her lower lip, she wondered just how she was going to get them. She stood up and went over to the door to go over to the library, but found them locked and warded.
“He locked me in?” she whispered to herself. “Violet!”
The little house elf popped into the room. “What can I dos for you, Miss Hermione?”
“I need these books,” she told her, handing her the list. “I can’t get out to see if the libraries here have them and…”
Violet’s eyes went wide. “Miss won’t be able to read now.”
She looked at the elf confused. “Whatever do you mean?”
“You is in heat, you are.” She nodded. “All you will be wanting is the bouncy-bouncy from the master soon.”
“What? Witches don’t go into heat!”
“You do.”
“I haven’t before!”
“You are now.”
It was so well put that there really wasn’t an argument to be made against it. Swallowing thickly she stepped away from the elf trying to think of just how all this could be happening.
“Violet will get you some food, Miss Hermione. You need it for the bouncy-bouncy later. The master likes it a lot!” And she vanished from the room, never seeing that Hermione had sat down hard in shock.
“How?” she asked of no one in particular. “I can’t be in…” She could barely say the last word and it came out as a croak, “…heat.”
Hermione sat there for what felt like hours, but in actuality was only fifteen minutes. Then jumped into action. She obviously couldn’t stay there. That would be crazy if it were true that she was going into heat. But where would she go? It wasn’t like she still owned her parents’ home or even return to Hogwarts. Talk about potential disaster! All she knew was that she had to get out of there. Maybe. Shouldn’t she? Merlin!
***
By the time Lucius returned to the room, Hermione was in a full blown panic. She was trying to pack her clothing in a backpack that was already overstuffed. Calmly, quietly, he went over and pulled her away from her yanking her clothing out of the closet.
“I cannot be in heat!” she exclaimed to him. “That is impossible!”
“Anything is possible,” he murmured, firmly yet carefully prying the clothing from her grip. “You’re panicking over nothing, love.”
“Likely story! You weren’t told by a house elf that you were in heat and the master of the house likes bouncy-bouncy!” she shrieked.
Rolling his eyes, he threw her over his shoulder and took her over to the bed. He used her own clothing to tie her wrists to the headboard as she was struggling, all be it weakly, to get away from him. As he was in the middle of tying up her legs to the posts of the bed, Violet popped into the room.
“Oh good! You’re here, master.” She set the food on the large table that Hermione usually used to study. “Will Master Lucius want anything before Violet leaves?”
“No one comes in here, but you and only when called. Miss Hermione needs a very mild calming draft—you know where they are.”
“Yes, Master Lucius. And anything else, sir?”
He tore the dress in two, looking down at the curvy now nude witch in front of him.
Licking his lips, he whispered hoarsely, “Scented oils, a few sex toys, and lubricant.”
“Which ones, sir?” Violet asked.
He looked into Hermione’s shocked eyes. “Surprise me.”
***
WHAT! I am so mean! (EVIL LAUGH HERE!) Yes, that was horrible of me to end it right when it was getting to be hot. But you'll be back won't you, huh? Because next we have straight from the orchards (ha-ha)--LEMONS!!
Now it's time for the review sing-a-long! First the answer to yesterday's. It was "Channel Z" by the B52's. No one got it so the chocolate truffles go unclaimed. At this rate, I'm going to eat them. But hey, that's okay with me seeing as they are virtual chocolate and have no fat or calories.
Here it is the next song (which I don't own either)! ""I am the reviewer and I write and I write" Think punk. Have a fab day everyone!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
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Chapter Fourteen
Pounding on her door woke her from her sleep. She lifted her head groggily and watched as Draco walked into the room, his eyes covered with one hand and the other stretched out as if to make certain not to run into anything. Lucius, sitting up in the bed already, muttered a spell that moved a small footstool into his path. Draco’s shin made contact and he let out a yelp of pain. His son didn’t trip, but he would have a bruise.
“What is it that you want, Draco?” he asked, casually reaching over to Hermione and stroking her full mane of tresses.
Lying her head back down, Hermione allowed herself to wake slowly. She watched as Draco looked over, studying them in the bed.
“You didn’t have sex? I would have thought…”
“What is it you want, Draco?” Lucius repeated, his voice tight with impatience.
“Theo Nott is here to see you,” he told his father.
He nodded, looking over to Hermione. “Come along, my dear. I wish for you to be there for the meeting as well.”
Hermione sat up, yawning delicately. She was in the middle of stretching when she realized she was being watched not only by Lucius but Draco as well.
“What?” she murmured confused as to what could be so interesting about stretching and yawning.
“You’re glowing,” Lucius said quietly, studying her a little more closely. He leaned in and smelled her. “Hmm, on second thought, stay here reading. I’ll inform you as to what happens in the meeting.”
“Do I need to take a shower? Is that it?” She lifted and sniffed at herself under her shirt.
“You’re as sweet as a rose,” he assured her, as he stood up leaving the room quickly. “Stay put. I mean that.”
Lucius shut the door to the room, warding it to keep her inside.
“Aren’t you going to tell her?” Draco asked his father, as he chased after him.
“I will,” he muttered. “Just as soon as I figure out how.”
***
Hermione tried reading one of the muggle literature books she had bought for casual fare, but after a time felt too restless to even sit still to do it. She ended up taking a shower, not totally convinced that she didn’t smell slightly off. The man sniffed at her! And she didn’t care what he said to her, she did not smell like a rose. True, she wasn’t completely unpleasant smelling, but at the same time it wasn’t anything she would want to bottle and sell.
She took her time in the shower and got dressed again in an outfit that Lucius had bought her as a special treat. The silken robes were as light as a feather and as delicate looking as lace. Hermione went over to her desk, taking up the list of books she was given by Snape. Worrying her lower lip, she wondered just how she was going to get them. She stood up and went over to the door to go over to the library, but found them locked and warded.
“He locked me in?” she whispered to herself. “Violet!”
The little house elf popped into the room. “What can I dos for you, Miss Hermione?”
“I need these books,” she told her, handing her the list. “I can’t get out to see if the libraries here have them and…”
Violet’s eyes went wide. “Miss won’t be able to read now.”
She looked at the elf confused. “Whatever do you mean?”
“You is in heat, you are.” She nodded. “All you will be wanting is the bouncy-bouncy from the master soon.”
“What? Witches don’t go into heat!”
“You do.”
“I haven’t before!”
“You are now.”
It was so well put that there really wasn’t an argument to be made against it. Swallowing thickly she stepped away from the elf trying to think of just how all this could be happening.
“Violet will get you some food, Miss Hermione. You need it for the bouncy-bouncy later. The master likes it a lot!” And she vanished from the room, never seeing that Hermione had sat down hard in shock.
“How?” she asked of no one in particular. “I can’t be in…” She could barely say the last word and it came out as a croak, “…heat.”
Hermione sat there for what felt like hours, but in actuality was only fifteen minutes. Then jumped into action. She obviously couldn’t stay there. That would be crazy if it were true that she was going into heat. But where would she go? It wasn’t like she still owned her parents’ home or even return to Hogwarts. Talk about potential disaster! All she knew was that she had to get out of there. Maybe. Shouldn’t she? Merlin!
***
By the time Lucius returned to the room, Hermione was in a full blown panic. She was trying to pack her clothing in a backpack that was already overstuffed. Calmly, quietly, he went over and pulled her away from her yanking her clothing out of the closet.
“I cannot be in heat!” she exclaimed to him. “That is impossible!”
“Anything is possible,” he murmured, firmly yet carefully prying the clothing from her grip. “You’re panicking over nothing, love.”
“Likely story! You weren’t told by a house elf that you were in heat and the master of the house likes bouncy-bouncy!” she shrieked.
Rolling his eyes, he threw her over his shoulder and took her over to the bed. He used her own clothing to tie her wrists to the headboard as she was struggling, all be it weakly, to get away from him. As he was in the middle of tying up her legs to the posts of the bed, Violet popped into the room.
“Oh good! You’re here, master.” She set the food on the large table that Hermione usually used to study. “Will Master Lucius want anything before Violet leaves?”
“No one comes in here, but you and only when called. Miss Hermione needs a very mild calming draft—you know where they are.”
“Yes, Master Lucius. And anything else, sir?”
He tore the dress in two, looking down at the curvy now nude witch in front of him.
Licking his lips, he whispered hoarsely, “Scented oils, a few sex toys, and lubricant.”
“Which ones, sir?” Violet asked.
He looked into Hermione’s shocked eyes. “Surprise me.”
***
WHAT! I am so mean! (EVIL LAUGH HERE!) Yes, that was horrible of me to end it right when it was getting to be hot. But you'll be back won't you, huh? Because next we have straight from the orchards (ha-ha)--LEMONS!!
Now it's time for the review sing-a-long! First the answer to yesterday's. It was "Channel Z" by the B52's. No one got it so the chocolate truffles go unclaimed. At this rate, I'm going to eat them. But hey, that's okay with me seeing as they are virtual chocolate and have no fat or calories.
Here it is the next song (which I don't own either)! ""I am the reviewer and I write and I write" Think punk. Have a fab day everyone!