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A/N: Just a quick chapter to enlighten Hermione on certain...things.











CHAPTER 16: Fish and Chips, Chains and Whips





Lucius led his stunned bride down the street by her arm. Hermione had such an odd expression on her face, her eyes were wide and twinkling slightly, her lips parted with just a hint of a smile.



“Are you alright?” He asked, heading towards a small restaurant and pub. Hermione turned and looked at him curiously.



“Why does Severus have a dungeon?” She asked. “Doesn’t he live outside of London when not at school?” Ah, so now she was curious about Severus, that could prove interesting.



“He has a small room in his basement, a playroom of sorts that some in the lifestyle refer to as a dungeon.” Lucius opened the door to the restaurant and led her inside. They were seated in a booth at the back. Hermione was surprised that Lucius slid onto the bench beside her instead of the one across. Not that she minded, she liked having him close.



“The lifestyle? What sort of lifestyle does a potions professor have?”



“Severus likes to play rough, Hermione.” Lucius said as he ordered fish and chips for the two of them.



“Why does he need manacles?”



“He has a….fetish… for restraining his women.” Lucius watched her face, somewhat hoping to see appalled shock, instead what he got was curiosity.



“So what, he chains them to the wall and ….” She didn’t feel it necessary to elaborate further, especially not in public.



“Well, yes, but there are other activities one can engage in with a restrained woman.” Lucius said, sitting back in the booth and admiring the relaxed atmosphere.



“Such as?” Hermione prompted. Her curiosity more often than not got her into trouble, but she couldn’t seem to control it. She had to know, it was a compulsion for her, she just had to know.



“Well they aren’t always chained to the wall, sometimes it’s a bed, or a table, or a cross, or a bench. There are spankings, toys, torture of a sexual nature. Severus favors that end, he likes hot wax.” Lucius wasn’t sure what pushed him in his quest to shock his bride. Maybe it was the way she stared at him blankly and shrugged off the things he would say. Nothing seemed to bother or surprise her and he so longed to be the one to change that. “He’s pretty handy with a whip as well.”



“Wow, I never would have guessed he was kinky.” She said thoughtfully. “I suppose I never thought of him as a sexual person period, much less one who had slightly deviant tendencies.”



“Deviant and kinky eh? Yes, I think those words aptly describe Sev.” Lucius said with a laugh. “And as for thinking of him as a sexual person, please don’t.”



“My aren’t we a possessive sort, so now I’m restricted to fantasizing about only you?” She teased.



“Yes. Not only am I to be the only man with access to your sweet little body, but I want to be the only man in your thoughts as well.” Lucius smiled. “And watch out for Sev, he can not only read your thoughts, he can plant his own perverted ones into your head as well.”



“Now that is somewhat disturbing…I would hate for Severus to see the things that go through my head when I see you walk across a room, or god forbid when I see those dimples at the small of your back.” She said before taking a sip of her ale. Lucius was a bit surprised to hear his wife speak thusly, in public no less, but he couldn’t help but be intrigued. He slid closer to her, his arm stretching across the back of the bench behind her.



“Oh? And would you care to tell me what those thoughts are?” He asked, bending his head close to hers and whispering softly. “Tell me, what thoughts go through your head when you see me walk across a room?”



“You look like a Viking, and you move like a cat. That long legged strut, and slow rolling of your hips when you move makes me want to climb that oh so tall body of yours and have my way with you.” Hermione had her eyes lowered as she taunted him. She could play these games as well, she learned quickly.



“And the dimples you seem so enamored of?” His voice was rough, deeper and raspy sounding. He lifted is cane and hooked the serpents fangs into the collar of her blouse, pulling it slightly away so he could stare at her cleavage. She knew that had they not been in the back of the pub, hidden from view that her oh so proper spouse would never have been so bold in public. She also knew that this was another test, he wanted to see how far she would carry this playful seduction.



“Everytime I see them, it takes every ounce of restraint in my body to prevent me from falling to my knees and kissing those sweet little spots.” She tucked her head against his shoulder and placed soft, open mouth kisses against his neck in demonstration. “You have a very fine form Lucius Malfoy, and now that I have touched every inch of it, I long to taste it.” Hermione could see the waiter coming with their food and she smiled slightly before pressing her lips to his ear. “Will you teach me how to take you in my mouth? How to suck you, Lucius?”



“Bloody fucking hell!” He swore, banging his cane accidentally into the table. The waiter almost dropped the tray of food.



“I’m sorry sir…d-d-did you not want the fish and chips?” The waiter stammered. Hermione smiled into her glass.



“It‘s not you, please just set the food down and go on.” Lucius was frowning as the boy set the plates on the table and hurried away.



“Yum, this looks fantastic.” Hermione said brightly as she dug into her lunch.



“You are a naughty witch Hermione Malfoy. You did that on purpose didn’t you?” Lucius drawled as he snapped his napkin open and draped it across his now tented lap.



“Just as you purposely took me into a sex shop, and introduced me to the Amazon warrior princess?”



“Touché.” Lucius conceded the point. He had been pushing her, and she had pushed back. He admired her more with every exchange.



“You really don’t have to continue to take me to such nice places Lucius, I can tell this pub caters to exclusive clientele. I would have been thrilled with a Happy Meal.” She said.



“What is a happy meal?”