A Ghostly Curse

A/N: I KNOW, I KNOW... I have completely neglected my fan fictions for way too long! Here's a nice juicy chapter to try to help make up for it!
Love you, guys!

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Chapter 17

Hermione sat in the window seat, watching Lucius sleep. She had dozed for a while, but had woken up when dreams filled with Bellatrix’s voice found her. Unwilling to wake him when he slept so peacefully, she retreated to the window and alternated between watching the moon travel across the sky and staring transfixed at the beauty of the man within the bed.


He was breathtaking. His hair almost glowed in the moonlight. His face seemed unmarred by age while he slept. His lips were perfectly rounded and kissably soft. Her core clenched in desire at the memory of his touch. She tried to ignore it when she felt herself grow wet and instead leaned her head back against the window as she watched him.


Almost as if he felt her eyes on him, his opened. He watched her looking him over without moving. When her hand trailed down between her legs and she moved the fabric of her gown away so she could touch herself he nearly lost himself.


Gritting his teeth, he watched as toyed with the folds of her sex and forced himself to stay silent when she gave a little moan. He shifted slightly so she could see the evidence of his arousal tenting the sheet.


Embarrassed, Hermione jerked her hand away from herself and smoothed her shift back down to cover herself. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip and fought the urge to turn away from him. She had almost composed herself when his strong voice broke the silence in the room.


“Hermione, come here.” His voice was commanding, yet soft. His eyes were dark with desire as he sat up in the bed..
Still blushing madly, she shook her head and turned to gaze out the window. “I can’t sleep.”


He cleared his throat. “Why would you assume I want you for sleeping?” Leaning back against the headboard he uncovered himself, giving her a full view of his manhood, erect and proud. “This time is for us. Let’s make use of it.”

Turning wide eyes to look first at his proud desire, then into his eyes, she whispered, “I’m going to lose myself while we’re in here.” Her fear was evident in her voice. He could see her tremble where the moons glow highlighted her body.


Getting up from the bed silently, he moved slowly toward her without a word. When he reached her side, he grasped her hips, pulling her flush against his erection. She groaned with him flush against her belly. The feel of him was enough to drive her mad. Her hands had come up to push him away but instead, her nails scraped his chest as she moved her hands to grasp his shoulders.

He growled his own satisfaction as he moved to position himself against her heat. “See?” he asked as he filled her swiftly. “Your body craves mine. You’re afraid of losing yourself here with me.” he moaned as he pulled slightly out before thrusting back into her. “I want nothing MORE than to lose myself inside of you. I need you.” He whispered even as he pulled away only to thrust deeper inside her still.

She had barely adjusted to his size filling her when he moved again, pulling her tighter against him as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the window seat. Her legs wrapped around him as well as her arms. Closing her eyes, she laid her head on his shoulder, surrendering to his desires, knowing that as much as she wished it otherwise, hers were the same.

Carrying her to the bed, he turned and sat with her in his lap and lifted her slightly before pushing her back down over him, making her moan and cling to him. Softly he whispered even as he continued thrusting into her. “I want to fuck you until neither of us knows where one of us ends and the other begins. I want to fill you with more than just my cock.” he rammed it home, as if proving a point. “I want your entire being to feel empty if I’m not with you. I want your to orgasm just by my looking at you. Because every time I look at you, I’m compelled to bury myself inside you.”

His eyes held hers as he said these things to her, and she found herself craving it. His confessions were not only arousing to her, but gave her a small sense of power over him. She realized, for the first time, that he was confessing to needing her. Not just wanting her.

Strengthened and emboldened by his words, she began to participate in their lovemaking, instead of just letting him lead. Tilting her hips, she held onto his neck with one arm, even as she leaned back to enjoy the sensation of his filling her, stretching her.

As she moved, she heard his encouragement. “Yes, my love. Take me. I want you to take me. Command me as only you can.” his words helped the fire that was already building inside her to grow and burn brighter. She gasped as the orgasm hit and ripped through her in a way that had her screaming and clutching him to her frantically.

He turned and laid her down, staying inside her as he took over, beginning to thrust swiftly into her drenched core. She arched beneath him, gasping and crying out his name as he rode her. It fueled him on and drove him faster until he was spilling himself into her and shaking as his body went limp.

“I can never lose you, Hermione.” he whispered. “I need you too badly now. I don’t think I can ever let you go.”

She heard his words, and instead of filling her with panic, they gave her a sense of peace. He wanted her. Really wanted her. And to her amazement, she wanted him too.

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Draco stood in the garden, breathing deeply. The pain was building and he was fighting it as best he could but he had no idea how much more he could take. The battle was more than just against the pain. It was against the incessant voice in his head. Over and over, the words his Aunt had left him with were closing in around him. It was beginning to be too much. He didn’t know how much more he could take.

Doubling over, he clutched his chest and groaned as white hot lightening pain snaked through him. It stole his breath and made it difficult for him to stay standing. Forcing himself to straighten, he looked around the garden almost desperately. He didn’t want Angelica to see him like this.

He already knew he would not do as her voice commanded. He’d rather die than give in to it. He would have Angelica bind him in stasis before he allowed that to happen. He knew it was time. Time to tell Severus what was going on. As angry as he was with his godfather, there was no one else they could turn to.

Turning, he called out to Mud. Within seconds, the house elf was kneeling before him. Sliding down to his own knees, he touched the elf gently. “I need your help, Mud. I can’t fight this any longer.”

As if to explain, he reached up, touching a hand to his ear. It came away bloody. “I need Snape. Please, summon him for me?”

Snapping his fingers, he immediately transported Draco from the garden to his rooms. Gently levitating Draco to the bed, he looked at the young master with eyes that shown with respect and concern. “Yes, Master. Mud will summon Snape. Mud will summon Snape, now.”

Mud scurried to the fireplace and threw floo powder into the flames. “Severus Snape!” He cried out frantically. He glanced back over his shoulder at Draco. This was not good. This was not good at all.

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Severus hurried through the entrance to Malfoy Manor, his wife moving along beside him. Her hand gripped his and offered him some comfort. When Mud had flooed, he had tried to leave without her, concerned with her safety. But she wouldn’t hear of it.

“I go where you go, Severus. It is where I belong.” Her words had made his heart stutter in his chest. He didn’t deserve her. He knew that.


He had made her promise that if things took an unexpected turn that she would leave the Manor and return home. Safe within the wards he had constructed to keep that bitch, Bellatrix, out. When she had taken the Wizarding Oath, he agreed to her coming.

When they entered the Manor, Mud greeted them, and led them, swiftly to the youngest Malfoy.
Severus took in Draco’s appearance with more than a small amount of concern. The blonde lay in his bed, crunched into a fetal position, sweating profusely. Blood was running freely out his ears and nose, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Gritting his teeth, he greeted Severus. “Hello, Godfather. I don’t imagine you were expecting this?”

Severus left Ginny, motioning for her to stay back as he entered the room and moved to sit beside the younger man in the bed. “In ordinary circumstances, no. But this is Bellatrix we are talking about.” He scowled. “I take nothing for granted with that whore.”

Draco tried to laugh, but it came out more like a half groan/half sob. “Be careful. Your Snarky side is showing!” he warned. His smile was strained and he cried out in pain.

Smirking, Severus questioned, “Is there ever truly a time when it doesn’t show?” Even as he spoke, he ran his wand over Draco’s form, searching out the point where the curse had began. When his wand ran over Young Master Malfoy’s chest, it began to glow a sickly yellowish green. The curse had been placed over his heart.

Working a soothing spell, he tried to command the curse to loosen it’s hold on his godson’s heart. Unfortunately the spell had the opposite effect. Draco wheezed as the curse closed tighter around his heart and his face turned purple.

Immediately abandoning his efforts, Severus cursed loudly as he backed away so the curse would loosen again. Grasping the wand tighter, he spoke to Ginny. “My love, I need you to go to go and gather some supplies.” he glanced at Mud, “and I need to make use of the potions room here.” Turning back to stare at Draco, he told Angelica, who sat beside him holding his hand. “I think you will need to send Draco back to sleep for the time being.”

At her alarmed look, his shoulders drooped. “I’m afraid, my dear, we have no other choice. If we do not put him under soon, the compulsion to kill his father and Hermione will become too painful to ignore.”

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Lucius awoke with a start. When he looked toward Hermione, she was already getting up with an alarmed look on her face. He watched her for a second before asking, “What’s wrong?”

She turned back toward him and shrugged. “Something’s wrong. Don’t you feel it?” Her eyes studied him as he leant back against the headboard of the bed.

After a moment, he sighed. “Yes, something does feel off, but I can’t quite place it.” He was puzzled and worried. He had an urgent feeling he needed to get to Draco. But he had no idea why.

Hermione nodded and moved to the closet. “Yes. So we have to end this, so we can get out of here.”

Lucius’ shoulders slumped. “I can’t undo what I did. You heard Mud. We’re stuck in here for a month.”

Hermione turned back to face him. A smile played across her face. “No. You said that until I realized the depth of your desire for me, we could not leave.” Her smile grew as she walked over to the door leading out to the hall and turned the knob.

Lucius’ eyes grew wide as the door opened and she put a bare foot out into the hallway, while still smiling at him. “Okay. I understand now. There is no doubt in my mind that you desire me.” Stepping back inside the room, she walked to the bed and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. “And I completely and in all ways return the feelings.”

His lips softened under hers before he pulled back slightly. “So, no more talk of finding another place to live?”

Overcome with the desire to giggle, Hermione gave in to it and hugged him tightly to her. “As long as you want me, Lucius. I will stay.” When his arms came around her to return her hug, she whispered. “I promise.”

When she pulled away, he released her, his eyes searching her face for any sign of indecision. He saw none. “I love you, Hermione. I’ll never tire of having you by my side.”

Her look went from happy to stunned before she whispered, “I love you too. And we will be back in this room before nightfall. I promise. But now,” she perked up visably. “Let’s go see what kind of mischief everyone is in downstairs!”

With a sigh, Lucius shoved back the covers and followed her from the bed. “Yes, my dear. As long as I have your word that we shall continue this tonight.” He moved to his wardrobe and selected comfortable clothes to dress in. Turning, he watched as Hermione pulled on a pair of snug fitting spandex pants that rode low on her hips, exposing her belly button, and flared out below her calf to her ankle.

When she pulled the tank top over her head and it just barely covered her breasts, he choked. “You aren’t planning in going downstair’s in that!” he fairly barked.

Stopping to look at him in shock. “Well, yes. What’s wrong with it?” Her expression was absolutely clueless to the fact that she looked like the sexiest thing he had ever laid eyes on.

Grabbing a black muggle t-shirt from his wardrobe, he moved to pull it over her head. She gaped at him. “What is that all about?” she demanded, feigning outrage.

He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. “Perfect.”

She looked down at the t-shirt that was now covering her all the way to her hips. “I look frumpy.” but even as she said it, she smiled at him.

He reached out and smoothed a wayward lock of hair away from her forehead. “I love that you are such a beautiful, talented, and sexy witch. But for my own peace of mind, could we not let everyone see?”

Laughing outright, Hermione threw herself into his arms. “I guess I can oblige you. . . This time.” grabbing his hand, she turned and pulled him after her towards the door. “Come on! There’s something going on down there! I think we need to go find out!”

He let her lead him, with just a little but of hesitancy. He knew something was going on, but he was afraid that whatever it was. . . It wasn’t good.


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A/N: I am sooo sorry it has taken me so long to do this update. Life in the published world hasn't been too kind to me lately and I just wanted soo badly to work on some of my fan fics for a while. please forgive my long absense.

There is also a new chapter for Magician's Trick, to those of you that are interested!

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