A Working Relationship

A Working Relationship


Disclaimer: All canon characters are the property of JK Rowling and those with whom she has agreed contracts. This story was written for practice not profit.


In the Snake Pit


Hermione fought her way to consciousness to find herself lying in pitch black darkness. Her head swam and she dizzily tried to recall the circumstances that had led to her current position. The floor was cold and hard. Stone probably. She struggled to put out a hand to test this theory, but realised instantly that her muscles were not responding to her brain’s instructions. It had to be ‘Petrificus Totallis’, or something along those lines. She couldn’t even groan. How long did the spell take to wear off? Even her brain could not function well in these conditions. What was that noise?

A quiet grating noise sent adrenalin pumping through her veins. Then there was silence. She tried desperately to control her breathing in order to listen more carefully, but she couldn’t. She had no more conscious influence over her body than she had when she slept. There it was again! It sounded like… CLUNK!!!

She strained to jump at the new noise a few inches from her ear. She couldn’t move more than a couple of millimetres. She quivered as a metal object was drawn… oh so slowly over her cheek.

“So you are awake Miss Granger. It’s very hard to tell… with you lying there so completely, utterly helpless.”

Malfoy! Lucius Malfoy! The metal object was the ferrule of his black cane. She couldn’t see it in the darkness but she could picture how this scene must look. Malfoy gave a quiet chuckle.

“I must say… it was very easy to get hold of you once I’d set my mind to it. Severus managed to block me out of his floo for a time, but the internal access was still there. I didn’t need to go in there myself when my son was already waiting for a chance to strike a blow. Nothing as clumsy as an actual blow you understand. One little quill charmed to act as a portkey lying on the hearthrug… timed exactly right, of course. What girlfriend, pardon me… ‘fiancée’… would just leave it lying there?”

His voice was coming from over to her left. He was close… and on the move. She heard his footsteps moving quietly round to the other side of her. She felt the rush of air from the sway of his garments. When he spoke next she realised he was now kneeling beside her.

“Lumos!”

She saw no light. Had it not worked? Then it dawned on her that her eyes were in fact still closed. The light must be dim, or it would have been evident through her eyelids.

“Just a little light… all the better to see you by. Isn’t that how it goes in the old story? You’re a Mudblood, you’d know. You needn’t struggle to try and answer. I’ve got several ideas for that little mouth of yours and not one of them involves me listening to you making conversation. Of course you can’t see me at the moment, but I can see you. In a little while I’ll be able to see absolutely all of you.”

He snorted with laughter. Hermione’s agitation was increasing by the second. She wished she had no idea of what Malfoy was capable of.

“Of course, I did toy with the idea of doing this while you were still asleep. I quite liked the idea of you waking up and realising that you were naked. You’d be cold too and shivering on this dirty floor. Very erotic! You don’t know how hard it made me! Or at least you don’t know yet… However, when I considered the matter I thought it would be more fun to do it this way. You might as well enjoy what you can while you can… I can guarantee you’ll find me a little more accomplished in this area than those you’ve had. Or indeed any of my friends you’ll have later. Dear Severus was always just a little too harsh… too rough. To be frank I always wondered if his tastes didn’t lie in another direction altogether. I like the uniform. It makes you look very young. I imagine Severus likes it too. Now where shall I start? It a shame I can’t lift the hex actually. It would have been interesting to watch you take your clothes off for me… knowing it’s the last time you’ll ever need to undress.”

For one horrifying moment Hermione thought that her breathing had stopped and she was going to suffocate. Was this asthma or sheer blind panic? Then her lungs let the stale air out in a rush and her survival instinct kicked in and took in the next breath.

“Now don’t worry about not being able to help me out. I’ve got a very sharp knife here so I don’t even need to use my wand. Let’s start with the blouse shall we? I’ll undo the buttons one by one and get a good look at what you’re hiding. There’s one… two… three… four, ah here’s where it starts to get interesting. You don’t look like such a schoolgirl now.”

His hand stroked the soft skin of her breasts where her bra didn’t cover them.

“I always forget how soft a woman is until I’m touching one. I mean I know from experience that they’re soft and smooth, but I can never hold the memory of just how good it feels. I take it the underwear was for Severus’ benefit. Never mind. I can always put this memory in a Pensieve so we can share it later. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Hermione felt his hand on her, gentle but so frightening. He edged a finger under a cup of her best white bra. He was right. She had worn it, wanting Severus to see her in it. Most of her underwear was plain and strictly functional but this and the matching knickers had been bought out on a spree with her aunt and cousin last time she had been home. He took his hand off her breast and pulled the blouse all the way open.

“You’ll have to excuse my impatience Miss Granger, but I am a little eager. A man like me gets bored without stimulus. This exile has been so tiresome. I can’t go anywhere. I can’t see anyone. Believe me, even fucking my sister-in-law has lost its charm… talented as she is. Are you talented? I suppose you might be. I’ve never known Severus take such an interest in a particular woman before. Do you have something sweet between your thighs to keep him coming back? Like a wasp to a wastebin? Now for the bra!”

Hermione’s insides clenched as she felt the cold metal of the knife blade. He pulled the bra away from her skin and cut it through. Pushing the scraps of fabric aside he looked at her appreciatively.

“There’s nothing like a young girl’s tits,” he said coarsely. “If you were a woman of standing, I’d call them breasts, but there’s no call for formalities. If you were sitting up I imagine they’d be a nice little handful. On your back, as you are now, they’re a bit flat. Is it the cold… or are you just a little bit aroused? Hmmm? It’s a shame you can’t answer me.”

Hermione thought she would faint, and not with pleasure as she felt him tongue her nipple. He bit down on it none too gently and she couldn’t even squeal. He opened his mouth wide and sucked in as much of her breast as he could. Hermione felt herself begin to drift and for a moment it was as though she was floating near the ceiling looking down at this mockery of a lover’s act. ‘Lucifer was a fallen angel,’ she babbled internally before mentally urging herself to get a grip and stay in her head. He repeated the action on her other breast as she fought to hold on to her sanity.

“Now for the rest of these clothes. It’s easier to turn you over for this. Mashes your tits into the stone of course, but I can always mend them later… if it pleases me to.”

He rolled her over unceremoniously and her sensitive breasts did indeed scrape against the rough floor. He quickly stripped her of the blouse and the remnants of the bra and set about slicing open her skirt. Within a minute she was lying on the ruined skirt wearing only her knickers and the carpet slippers she had been wearing when she picked up the portkey. Lucius ran a finger up and down the cleft between her buttocks, through the silk of the modestly cut knickers, as he continued to talk.

“There’s not a mark on you yet,” he said reflectively. “I suppose Severus heals you every morning and has a clean canvas to work on. I wouldn’t do that for you. I like to see the evidence of where I’ve been. Bites… bruises…cuts…”

He rolled her over on to her back again and ran his hand over the curve of her belly.

“When I’ve had my fill of you,” he said casually, slipping his hand into her knickers, “I’ll let Dolohov finish you off.” He cupped her firmly and sought her dry opening with a forceful finger.

Something snapped in Hermione’s brain at that last and she yelled loudly. Lucius was startled to find himself flung across the room into the nearest wall. He got to his feet as rapidly as he could and glared at Hermione who was crouched in a combative position where he’d left her.

“Fucking Bitch!!” he yelled furiously, unable to believe that she was powerful enough to break through his hex with wandless magic.

“Not while I breathe Malfoy! Wait until Severus catches up with you.”

“I’m not afraid of Snape, you ignorant slut. He doesn’t carry any weight here.”

He realised his nose was bleeding and wiped it with his handkerchief.

“In fact I’m sure the Dark Lord will relish the spectacle of seeing the two of you go up against each other. Being the whore of a man on the skids may well have been the stupidest thing you’ll ever have a chance to do. You’re going nowhere Mudblood and your alleged boyfriend has more important things to worry about than you! He’ll be coming here to kill you.”

He exited the room rapidly and the doorway sealed behind him.

Hermione retrieved her blouse and got it halfway on before the strain of the event caught up to her and she sank to the ground in a flood of angry, broken tears. At least he’d left her the knife.

Thank-you to everyone who has reviewed in the last couple of days. It was very upsetting before to see so many people were reading the story and yet not deeming it worthy of comment. I feel much happier now.