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Adult ++
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Tempers Flare
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. I just take them out to play with them a bit. Then I nicely give them all back to JKR. OK, sometimes I keep Lucius for a sleepover but then I return him only slightly exhausted and a little worse for wear and … oh never mind, I give him back is the point.
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Chapter 18
Tempers Flare
Draco left Lucius’ rooms like an animal ready to kill. But he knew he wouldn’t do anything to his father. And he wouldn’t do any damage to Herm… Granger either. It wasn’t her fault she was a fucking whore. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t get enough dick. And it wasn’t her fault that she was just a filthy mudblood who didn’t deserve to have any Malfoy’s dick in her.
Oh, she would be punished for this, you better believe. She was going to be punished hard. Luckily for Draco, Lucius had given both of them the right to tell her to do as they say. She will obey him, and she won’t be able to use Lucius as an excuse to extend her punishment. Obviously his father was feeling much better already.
He stormed to his wing of the manor and summoned a house elf to bring him breakfast in his rooms. He looked at his watch and scowled as it read 10:30 am. Much too early to drink really, but sod it. He walked over to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a stiff firewhiskey, downing it in one gulp, feeling it burn down to the pit of his stomach. Yes, he would surely have a talk to his father about Granger’s duties. She certainly didn’t need to be at his father’s side constantly.
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After their jaunt in the tub, Hermione and Lucius actually washed each other up nicely before they removed themselves and Lucius got dressed, while Hermione wrapped herself in one of his huge fluffy towels and kissed him gently before padding off to her room to get dressed into some real clothes.
While Hermione went to get dressed, Lucius summoned Harkey and requested the breakfast they had ordered earlier to be delivered now. He sat down in his study, thinking of how to broach the subject with Hermione of her being his and only his. She was hard-headed but intelligent, so his normal Slytherin tactics wouldn’t get him completely where he wanted to be but they might help him along. The rest of it would have to be honesty. There were so many times in his life that he couldn’t or wouldn’t be honest, that sometimes it was hard for him to do. He was pretty sure Hermione would require at least honesty if not more.
Harkey reappeared with breakfast at the same time as there was a knock on his door. There could only be one person that was knocking on his door today. His only heir.
“Enter.” Lucius said.
Draco walked in and immediately Lucius’ alarms went off. There was something troubling his son terribly. After the memory he had seen of last night, he couldn’t figure out what it was. Certainly Draco may be upset at himself for screaming out Hermione’s given name in the throes of passion, but he was in an awful temper just for that. Lucius had taught him better than that. If something like that were to happen before the time was right, you simply ignored it.
“Good morning Father.” Draco drawled.
“Good morning Draco. Have a good night sleep son?”
“Oh yes, my sleep was fine. How are you feeling this morning after your awful night last night?” Draco asked snottily.
“I feel as good as can be expected.” Lucius replied.
Draco snorted back his derisive retort.
“What the bloody hell is your problem Draco? I would figure you would be a little more concerned about your own father.” Lucius said, raising an eyebrow at his son.
At this moment, Hermione walked in wearing a pair of shorts and a rather tight
T-shirt, nothing really revealing. She was also still barefoot, as that was how she usually spent her spare time at home. Draco’s jaw dropped down as he looked her dressed in her Muggle attire. He turned to his father, scowling. Lucius raised an eyebrow at Draco defiantly, daring his son to comment. Draco took the bait, as he was in such a mood anyway.
“Granger, what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing wearing that? Where’s your uniform” Draco asked her vehemently.
“Well, Master, your father said I could dress in whatever I’m comfortable in as long as we don’t have guests.” she replied casually.
Draco turned to his father with fire in his eyes.
“Is this true Father? You’re letting the little mudblood wear anything she wishes?”
“Yes Draco, it is indeed true. Miss Granger saved my life last night and for that she deserves some comforts.”
At this point Lucius knew the conversation would get more volatile. He really didn’t want Hermione to have to be privy to such a heated argument between father and son.
“Miss Granger, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like some time alone with my son.”
“Yes Sir. Would it be alright for me to take my breakfast to my room then?” Hermione asked Lucius.
“Of course. I shall call you if I need you.” he replied, a little too nicely for Draco’s liking.
Hermione put some of the breakfast on a plate and headed toward her new bedroom. She may as well enjoy it while she could. Sometimes Malfoy’s could be fickle and she was hoping she wouldn’t be put back into the dungeon room anytime soon. When she got to her room she picked a book out of the bookcase and settled into the chintz chair to begin reading. It was a wonderful book on advanced spells.
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Back in the study, Draco was staring daggers into his father, wondering what the hell was going on. Granger was supposed to be a plaything for both of them. Just what exactly was Lucius playing at?
Lucius recognized that this was going to be the fit that he knew Draco would throw. He picked up his wand and cast a silencing spell on the room.
“Well Draco, you may as well say whatever’s on your mind and be done with it.” Lucius said to his son.
“Fine Father. What the hell is going on here? Granger was supposed to be a plaything for both of us. Am I correct in this thinking?”
“Yes, that was the original plan. But sometimes situations change Draco.”
“And what exactly has changed this situation? Is it only because of her helping you last night that she deserves these comforts that a slave should have no right to?”
“Well, Draco, that certainly is a part of it. You don’t think that the person who prevented me from dying should deserve such things?”
“No Father. She is nothing but a mudblood whore, who will do anything to get a dick in her.” Draco said with venom in his words.
“Draco, I forbid you from calling her such names. If you insist on using them, you will be asked to leave my rooms until you come to your senses.”
“Father, I demand to know what the bloody hell is going on here. I heard you and her in your bathroom. I know you are not nearly as unwell as you may be playing.”
“Fine Draco. I will explain to you. I have taken a certain liking to Miss Granger. I do not wish to share her with anyone anymore. I understand that this may put you out a bit, but as I’m the lord of this manor, I do have the last say.”
“Granger was given the duties of pleasing both of us. Under her contract, she will still be required to do so.” Draco said to his father haughtily, as if he knew everything.
“Son, I am going to mark Miss Granger as my own. As long as she agrees to it, which I’m sure she will, given the right persuasion. She will no longer be serving you.” Lucius told his son in no uncertain terms.
“If that’s what you really want Father, then I guess there’s nothing I can say to change your mind. But let me remind you of all the times you yourself have told me that mudbloods are nothing. Below dirt and definitely below any decent pureblood. You are being a hypocrite and taking away …” Draco paused as he was about to say “my witch”.
“Taking away what Draco?”
“My plaything. And that will not be easily forgotten.” Draco yelled as he rose and began to stride from the room.
“Draco, you know that I didn’t intend for this to happen. I’m not sorry that it did. You will just have to learn to live with this.”
Draco didn’t say anything more, just shot his father a look filled with hatred and left the room.
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Hermione sat in her room for hours, reading the book she had picked out. She didn’t hear a word of what went on in Lucius’ study, and if she had heard, she would have been too shocked to respond. As it was, she was quite worried about her conversation with her friends that evening.
Luckily for her, she was pretty certain that if things went horribly wrong, Lucius would make her feel better. She didn’t know when she had developed feelings for him. Maybe it was when she was fretting over him as he lay close to death. Maybe it was after this morning in the bath. But the fact was that it was nice to give up some control of her life to the older man. It was securing to know that he would let no harm come to her, while still taking her to the pinnacles of ecstasy.
With Lucius at her side this evening, she felt everything would go all right.
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AN: Coming next is the floo conversation with her friends and possibly a little more. Hopefully you’re enjoying this story somewhat. If you are reviews are welcome as are critiques, just no flames.
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Chapter 18
Tempers Flare
Draco left Lucius’ rooms like an animal ready to kill. But he knew he wouldn’t do anything to his father. And he wouldn’t do any damage to Herm… Granger either. It wasn’t her fault she was a fucking whore. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t get enough dick. And it wasn’t her fault that she was just a filthy mudblood who didn’t deserve to have any Malfoy’s dick in her.
Oh, she would be punished for this, you better believe. She was going to be punished hard. Luckily for Draco, Lucius had given both of them the right to tell her to do as they say. She will obey him, and she won’t be able to use Lucius as an excuse to extend her punishment. Obviously his father was feeling much better already.
He stormed to his wing of the manor and summoned a house elf to bring him breakfast in his rooms. He looked at his watch and scowled as it read 10:30 am. Much too early to drink really, but sod it. He walked over to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a stiff firewhiskey, downing it in one gulp, feeling it burn down to the pit of his stomach. Yes, he would surely have a talk to his father about Granger’s duties. She certainly didn’t need to be at his father’s side constantly.
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After their jaunt in the tub, Hermione and Lucius actually washed each other up nicely before they removed themselves and Lucius got dressed, while Hermione wrapped herself in one of his huge fluffy towels and kissed him gently before padding off to her room to get dressed into some real clothes.
While Hermione went to get dressed, Lucius summoned Harkey and requested the breakfast they had ordered earlier to be delivered now. He sat down in his study, thinking of how to broach the subject with Hermione of her being his and only his. She was hard-headed but intelligent, so his normal Slytherin tactics wouldn’t get him completely where he wanted to be but they might help him along. The rest of it would have to be honesty. There were so many times in his life that he couldn’t or wouldn’t be honest, that sometimes it was hard for him to do. He was pretty sure Hermione would require at least honesty if not more.
Harkey reappeared with breakfast at the same time as there was a knock on his door. There could only be one person that was knocking on his door today. His only heir.
“Enter.” Lucius said.
Draco walked in and immediately Lucius’ alarms went off. There was something troubling his son terribly. After the memory he had seen of last night, he couldn’t figure out what it was. Certainly Draco may be upset at himself for screaming out Hermione’s given name in the throes of passion, but he was in an awful temper just for that. Lucius had taught him better than that. If something like that were to happen before the time was right, you simply ignored it.
“Good morning Father.” Draco drawled.
“Good morning Draco. Have a good night sleep son?”
“Oh yes, my sleep was fine. How are you feeling this morning after your awful night last night?” Draco asked snottily.
“I feel as good as can be expected.” Lucius replied.
Draco snorted back his derisive retort.
“What the bloody hell is your problem Draco? I would figure you would be a little more concerned about your own father.” Lucius said, raising an eyebrow at his son.
At this moment, Hermione walked in wearing a pair of shorts and a rather tight
T-shirt, nothing really revealing. She was also still barefoot, as that was how she usually spent her spare time at home. Draco’s jaw dropped down as he looked her dressed in her Muggle attire. He turned to his father, scowling. Lucius raised an eyebrow at Draco defiantly, daring his son to comment. Draco took the bait, as he was in such a mood anyway.
“Granger, what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing wearing that? Where’s your uniform” Draco asked her vehemently.
“Well, Master, your father said I could dress in whatever I’m comfortable in as long as we don’t have guests.” she replied casually.
Draco turned to his father with fire in his eyes.
“Is this true Father? You’re letting the little mudblood wear anything she wishes?”
“Yes Draco, it is indeed true. Miss Granger saved my life last night and for that she deserves some comforts.”
At this point Lucius knew the conversation would get more volatile. He really didn’t want Hermione to have to be privy to such a heated argument between father and son.
“Miss Granger, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like some time alone with my son.”
“Yes Sir. Would it be alright for me to take my breakfast to my room then?” Hermione asked Lucius.
“Of course. I shall call you if I need you.” he replied, a little too nicely for Draco’s liking.
Hermione put some of the breakfast on a plate and headed toward her new bedroom. She may as well enjoy it while she could. Sometimes Malfoy’s could be fickle and she was hoping she wouldn’t be put back into the dungeon room anytime soon. When she got to her room she picked a book out of the bookcase and settled into the chintz chair to begin reading. It was a wonderful book on advanced spells.
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Back in the study, Draco was staring daggers into his father, wondering what the hell was going on. Granger was supposed to be a plaything for both of them. Just what exactly was Lucius playing at?
Lucius recognized that this was going to be the fit that he knew Draco would throw. He picked up his wand and cast a silencing spell on the room.
“Well Draco, you may as well say whatever’s on your mind and be done with it.” Lucius said to his son.
“Fine Father. What the hell is going on here? Granger was supposed to be a plaything for both of us. Am I correct in this thinking?”
“Yes, that was the original plan. But sometimes situations change Draco.”
“And what exactly has changed this situation? Is it only because of her helping you last night that she deserves these comforts that a slave should have no right to?”
“Well, Draco, that certainly is a part of it. You don’t think that the person who prevented me from dying should deserve such things?”
“No Father. She is nothing but a mudblood whore, who will do anything to get a dick in her.” Draco said with venom in his words.
“Draco, I forbid you from calling her such names. If you insist on using them, you will be asked to leave my rooms until you come to your senses.”
“Father, I demand to know what the bloody hell is going on here. I heard you and her in your bathroom. I know you are not nearly as unwell as you may be playing.”
“Fine Draco. I will explain to you. I have taken a certain liking to Miss Granger. I do not wish to share her with anyone anymore. I understand that this may put you out a bit, but as I’m the lord of this manor, I do have the last say.”
“Granger was given the duties of pleasing both of us. Under her contract, she will still be required to do so.” Draco said to his father haughtily, as if he knew everything.
“Son, I am going to mark Miss Granger as my own. As long as she agrees to it, which I’m sure she will, given the right persuasion. She will no longer be serving you.” Lucius told his son in no uncertain terms.
“If that’s what you really want Father, then I guess there’s nothing I can say to change your mind. But let me remind you of all the times you yourself have told me that mudbloods are nothing. Below dirt and definitely below any decent pureblood. You are being a hypocrite and taking away …” Draco paused as he was about to say “my witch”.
“Taking away what Draco?”
“My plaything. And that will not be easily forgotten.” Draco yelled as he rose and began to stride from the room.
“Draco, you know that I didn’t intend for this to happen. I’m not sorry that it did. You will just have to learn to live with this.”
Draco didn’t say anything more, just shot his father a look filled with hatred and left the room.
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Hermione sat in her room for hours, reading the book she had picked out. She didn’t hear a word of what went on in Lucius’ study, and if she had heard, she would have been too shocked to respond. As it was, she was quite worried about her conversation with her friends that evening.
Luckily for her, she was pretty certain that if things went horribly wrong, Lucius would make her feel better. She didn’t know when she had developed feelings for him. Maybe it was when she was fretting over him as he lay close to death. Maybe it was after this morning in the bath. But the fact was that it was nice to give up some control of her life to the older man. It was securing to know that he would let no harm come to her, while still taking her to the pinnacles of ecstasy.
With Lucius at her side this evening, she felt everything would go all right.
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AN: Coming next is the floo conversation with her friends and possibly a little more. Hopefully you’re enjoying this story somewhat. If you are reviews are welcome as are critiques, just no flames.