Not All that Glitters is Gold

A/N So, I can't say that I wasn't extremely giddy to write this. I have been having smut on my mind for quite some time during today and have finally channeled it out into something productive. I love this warm gooey dangerousness Lucius is portrayed as in this chapter and hopefully you all will too. I just shivered with giddiness at reading this again once it's been posted!!!!!

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Hermione whimpered when she felt cool calloused hands roam across her nude form. Struggling against her bonds, the curly-haired witch twisted away angrily from his grasp. His weight was stifling and overbearing, restricting her every breath but she was strong enough to move – even if it were just an inch. Her knees were ripped apart from one another and she felt his engorged length push against her centre, not quite close enough for entrance but too close for comfort.

“So soft, so pretty,” he murmured, purring into her ear while his clawed hands traced painful red lines down her sides before running up to her breasts.

“Don’t touch me!” Hermione snarled, arched her back to push him from her.

He only seemed to grin and push his hands over her breasts, rubbing his dirty palms against them. Hermione felt subtle amounts of pain shoot across her body when his nails bit into her skin. Letting out an anguished howl, Hermione twisted violently, kicking her legs up to try and free herself.

“Ah, feisty. I love breaking my pets in.” He purred, chuckling somewhat at he brought his hand to her jaw, tracing his finger over her lips.

Hermione parted her lips and bit when his finger moved into her mouth. She could taste the flesh and blood seep into her mouth but he only grinned and pulled his finger free. Flicking blood over the sheets, he leaned in, pressing his length against her. Rubbing and bucking alongside her centre.

“Ouch. Do it again.” He breathed, chortling in a deep rumble that sent shivers up Hermione’s spine. “I like a little pain here and there, my sweet, so…give it all to me and I’ll give you what you want…what you need…”

His hands slipped below her waist as he positioned himself at her entrance, growling heavily when her eyes widened and she began thrashing more. The door to the room swung open and was followed by the thick steps of shoes against the wooden floor.

“Fenrir, get your hands off of her.” A smooth drawl echoed across the room, halting all activity Fenrir Greyback was involved in.

He leaned back, resting his hand on his thigh and grinned. Lucius’ eyes darted to Hermione’s form and lower before averting once he saw Fenrir’s excitement of the situation. Fenrir noticed and merely parted his lips to show his sharp teeth in a wicked grin. He glanced down to his swelled length that jutted out in almost a sickening red and purple color with thick veins and a bulbous tip that seeped with his juices.

“Ah, Lucius. Returned in one piece I see. Or…did the Dark Lord relieve you of certain bodily parts?” His silver eyes looked over Lucius’ otherwise clean and calm demeanor, his smile fading with every hope that he was, in some way, incapable of treating the girl to what she deserved.

“Believe it or not, Fenrir, I am still in the good graces of the Dark Lord. If you haven’t forgotten it was I who lead the Death Eaters to the Order. I was the one who killed Flitwick and that sprite of a woman, Trelawney.” Lucius drawled, stiffening somewhat when Fenrir brought his hands to Hermione’s thighs, rubbing them wantonly.

He held back a snarl and the urge to wipe the floor with the beast and merely clenched onto his cane, tapping it lightly on the floor.

“You sure do know how to bend around your mistakes, Malfoy.” Fenrir said, licking his lips as his eyes darted to the scratched and bruised girl under him. His eyes were brought back to Malfoy’s digging daggers into those sockets of his. “But, needless to say. I was given the girl for the night. You can take it up with our Lord if you wish.”

Fenrir felt triumphant at Lucius’ twisted face. He was first in line to claim the girl when she was brought back. Of course, there were a few others who had stood in line before him but they were easily knocked away. He had been faithful, enough, to warrant the girl for his own sick twisted pleasure. If anything, his ownership over her could give him the upper hand when it came to the Dark Lord. He leaned down, taunting Lucius by licking up the entire center of Hermione’s body. The girl let out a whimper and arched her body away from him, struggling against the metal shackles that held her.

“I have and I’m not at all surprised to say that she is and will be mine.” Lucius’ once passive demeanor shifted at that moment into a curved grin. Fenrir stared up at him with disbelief but Lucius was not a man to be taken lightly. “Now, suck that filthy tongue of yours back into your mouth and keep your hands from my pet.”

“Or what? You do not scare me, Malfoy.” Fenrir moved over Hermione’s body, his hand tracing down her center and cupped what she held between her thighs. The girl writhed as his fingers dug into her flesh. When she let out a distressed cry, Lucius moved forward almost expectantly.

“I don’t have to scare you, Greyback. I have the given right to protect what’s mine. And do not doubt my skills or ability to do so.” Lucius tilted his head back and brought his cane out, his hand resting lightly on the top of the silver snake head. Quirking an eyebrow, the blond Death Eater visually questioned Fenrir as to what he’d do next.

Almost dejectedly, Fenrir moved from Hermione pulling the scraps of pants he had to his waist where he hitched it back together. He stood in front of Lucius nearly matching the tall man’s height, both staring into each other’s cold icy gaze.

Fenrir spoke first, his voice low and raspy, “Very well, but watch her carefully. We wouldn’t want her to get lost and wind up in…the wrong hands.”

“Get out and stay out, filthy mongrel.” Lucius clenched his hand over his wand and snarled, narrowing his eyes at the wolf-man.

Fenrir’s eyes bulged at Lucius’ words and he flung himself at him with claws bared, “What did you say to me!?”

“Crucio!” As fast as a blink, Lucius had drawn his wand and planted it firmly against Fenrir’s throat, shouting the unforgiveable curse.

Fenrir stumbled back and let out a howl of pain as he fell to his knees. The curse lasted for quite some time, until Fenrir was twitching on the ground; his fingers clawed the wooden floor beneath him.

Lucius pulled his wand back and sheathed it into his cane before saying, quite calmly, “You better learn your place Greyback. Wizards still hold higher status than a lowly common criminal.”

“You…kill…you…” Fenrir breathed, trying to move to Lucius by crawling. His chest was rising quickly as he tried to suck in as much air as possible. Yet, Lucius merely lifted his foot as Fenrir took a swipe at him and pulled his wand out.

“If at first you don’t succeed,” He said quietly, squatting down to Fenrir’s level where he tilted the man’s head up with the tip of his wand. “Try. Try again. Now get out before I break every single bone in your body.”

He flicked his wand up as Fenrir shot to his feet and moved him like a puppet on strings out the door before it magically closed. There was a loud thud, followed by a roar and then silence. Lucius turned on his heel to look around.

“Now, where was I? Oh yes….” His icy eyes landed on Hermione, watching her bruised and bloody chest rise rapidly.

Lucius brought his wand to the nightstand and sat on the bed, making sure he didn’t sit in something he wasn’t supposed to. He needed to get the room cleaned before anything further could happen but first…Hermione.

“There, there, my dear. Don’t struggle too much.” Lucius purred, running his hand through her curly tresses and to her cheek where he cupped it.

His eyes focused on the shackles around her wrist and almost instantly, they fell apart, freeing her of her chains for the moment before disappearing completely. He brought a hand to his pocket and pulled out a small vial, shaking it thoroughly before he pulled the stopper with his teeth and leaned over.

“You don’t know what lengths I went to claim you. What I sacrificed for you. The Dark Lord was not nearly as forgiving as it may appear…some hexes do not linger on the body but the pain is sufficient to make one see who has power and who doesn’t.” Lifting Hermione’s head, Lucius poured the liquid into her mouth and gave her a shake to make sure she swallowed it.

“Lucius…I…” Hermione gasped as her scratches and bruises healed instantly, yet her voice was hoarse and scratchy.

“It’s nice to know you can still speak my name, I was certain I cut your throat so harshly that no even the best remedies could heal it. But look at you, picture of health and beauty.” Lucius grinned, running a finger down the length of her throat where he felt her swallow. “Of course, it has taken me quite a long time to have you healed. With Severus Snape’s allegiance to the Order I had to take it upon myself to brew potions and I dare say I scored lower marks than he but I am far from incompetent.”

He rose and removed his cloak, draping it over the back of a dragon hide chair that sat near a hearth. Grabbing his wand and shoving it into his pocket, Lucius looked down at Hermione’s body and sneered.

“Hm…I don’t like the way you look. Greyback’s saliva is utterly repulsive. I do apologize for you having to endure a few moments alone with that beast.” He began rolling his sleeves up, lingering slightly on the Dark Mark that was printed on his left forearm before moving to Hermione. “Can you stand?”

He grasped Hermione by the arm and lifted her gingerly to her feet, holding onto her waist and wrist as he led her into the bathroom.

“I shall have the house-elves bring you something to eat.” Lucius said lightly as the lights in the bathroom flickered on and the water began to spout from the spickets in a large cream colored tub. He helped Hermione into the bath, lowering her slowly as the warm waves brushed off the remnants of whatever Fenrir had dribbled all over her. “Now, there’s a good girl.”

Lucius leaned back on his knees and brought a cloth to her bare body. This reminded him of the first time they spent together. Of course, she was unconscious at first and wasn’t giving him the death glare she was giving him now. His hands skimmed over her more nourished body, feeling her supple silky skin against the palm of his hands. He’d have to keep her well fed from now on since he enjoyed her more curvy than she had been previously.

Hermione stared up at him before closing her eyes. She let out a small whimper when he hand moved between her thighs and brought her hand to his wrist. Lucius hissed a warning and pried her fingers from his wrist, moving his own hand further between her legs. Her hips bucked as his fingers pressed against the outer lips of her sex, rubbing her swollen nub with the pad of his index finger. Hermione listened to his labored breath as he slipped a finger inside her heat, pistoning it in and out slowly.

She leaned back against the tub and parted her lips as a subtle moan escaped her sore throat. Her eyes were brought to Lucius for a second, traveling down his clothed form and landing on the tip of the snake’s head that was attached to his wand. She glanced back up at him, their eyes locking together as she brought a hand to his face, tracing a finger down his jaw. She forced a louder moan, most of which wasn’t faked, when he slipped another finger into her warm causing Lucius to smirk and lean forward as if he were about to kiss her.

Hermione moved at that moment and shoved him back. She reached for the wand in his pocket, her fingers grazing the cold metal before she felt his large hand wrap around her neck. Lucius looked livid and growled as he pulled her from the tub, allowing her to hit the ground hard. Hermione let out a cry of pain as he slammed her head against the tiled floor until she could hardly move without feeling dizzy.

“Tut tut.” He snarled, pushing down on her throat tightly. “You of all people should understand the consequences of hasty actions…I told you once that I can be very generous but I can also cause more pain than a thousand hexes. Do you test me, girl?”

Hermione tried to move but felt faint from the lack of air and the spinning of the room around her. She parted her lips to speak when Lucius lightened his grasp but only made out a few choice words.

“Fuck…you…”

Lucius sneered and reclaimed his grasp on her throat, pushing her harder against the floor. Hermione writhed in distress but her body soon stilled once she realized she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Indeed,” Lucius purred against her, pulling his wand from his pocket. Hermione watched the tip of his wand in the light and squirmed just a little when he lessened his grasp on her throat, allowing her to draw air.

“There are more than one way to torture some one, my dear Hermione. Far more…interesting ways outside of skinning flesh and causing mental anguish. Shall I show you?” Lucius quirked an eyebrow and brought his wand to the side of Hermione’s head, pointing it at her temple.

She closed her eyes and inhaled as she felt the tip of his wand travel lower, across her chest, between her breasts and over the small swell of her stomach. Lucius grunted when he moved his wand between the small snatch of chocolate colored hair between her thighs.

“Oh…gods….” Hermione moaned as she felt the tip of his wand prod at her clit, the magic vibrating it mercilessly.

Her eyes shot open as she writhed out of sheer pleasure, bucking her hips against the tip of his wand. Lucius studied her face, grinning evilly and pushed the wand harder against her sweet nubbin.

“Yes…you feel it don’t you?” He breathed, watching tears drain across her cheeks, “Does it feel good? Amazing? Mind-blowing?”

Hermione’s eyes widened as she let out a torrent of screams, shattering all previous ones she had ever made – even those under Crucio. She orgasmed several times in a row just as a sheen of sweat developed across her supple body. Lucius grinned and removed his wand for a second before tracing it over her labia and back again, causing Hermione to arch her back against the bathroom floor.

Her hands gripped onto his forearm and dug her nails into his skin. Lucius merely grinned as her body convulsed in sheer ecstasy and removed his hand from her throat. His fingers danced across her skin settling on the mound of breast in front of him. He leaned forward and captured her nipple with his lips, pushing his wand harder against her now engorged gleaming clit. Hermione let out another rapture of cries as she was hit with more mind-blowing orgasms. Tears were streaming down her cheeks in lone shiny rivers by the time he was finished – an hour later.

Lucius leaned back and cracked his neck, his spine cracking as well from having leaned over her for so long. He traced a hand down her face and watched her breath heavily, lips red from her screams, her thighs quivering and his wand slick with her juices. He brought the tip to his lips and felt her eyes on him as he licked it clean.

He rose and picked Hermione up gingerly in his arms, walking swiftly to the bedroom where the sheets had been changed and thank Merlin for that. Hermione whimpered when he placed her onto the bed and stretched slightly. She didn’t move, but he had a feeling even if she wanted to she was unable to. Hermione tilted her head to him when he sheathed his wand into his cane and set it aside. Her eyes lingered on the cane for a second before looking up at him with parted lips.

“I will torture you, Hermione. I will torture you in a way where you will feel so disgusted with yourself that not even death will solve your problems. And….” Lucius purred, bringing a hand to the buttons of his shirt.

He pealed away each other slowly, revealing his muscular chest. Prying his shirt from his back, Lucius brought his hands to his trousers and stripped himself of his belt.

“I will thoroughly enjoy it…as will you…”

Lucius crawled over Hermione, moving between her willing thighs. His eyes raked over her body and watched as her own widened when he pushed his entire length to the hilt. Her back arched against his chest as she let out a loud cry and brought her hands to his chest to push him from her. Growling, Lucius swatted her hands away and pinned her down by her shoulders, thrusting hard against her. He tilted his head back, allowing several strands of his long platinum blond hair to face over his face while he grunted a top her.

Hermione’s body clenched around him quickly, effects of an hour of non-stop orgasming but it wasn’t enough to quell his own desires. He pushed past her tight folds, slamming his hips between her thighs while the sounds of their sex filled the air. Hermione closed her eyes tightly as another cry was ripped from her lips and arched against him, her body fluttering underneath him. Lucius merely growled and leaned in, bringing his lips to her throat as he pounded into her tight heat.

“Yes,” Lucius purred against her ear, feeling her body readying for yet another orgasm, “Tell me you like it, mudblood. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Everyday.”

“Oh gods…” Hermione barely whispered as a new onslaught of tears ran down her stained face. Her lips were chapped from how hard she was breathing, yet her body moved against his thrusts, matching every movement he made.

Lucius’ hand traced down her form and dug his fingers into her thigh as he let out a primal grunt, picking up the pace all while grinning at her.

“Say it,” He growled, hissing from the feel of her tightness around his engorged length, “SAY IT!”

“Oh gods, Lucius!” Hermione finally screamed as Lucius let out a loud shuddering grunt and stroked several times inside her, releasing his warm seed into her centre. Hermione sobbed openly when Lucius began trailing kisses over his face and neck, his chest heaving on top of her while she felt exhausted both mentally and physically.

“Good girl,” Lucius whispered against her, rocking a few more times into her sweltering core despite being completely flaccid.

He jerked himself from between her legs and grinned at the sight of some of his warm seed seeping out of her and stained on her inner thigh. He didn’t remember the last time he came so much, or the last time a woman looked so ravishing beneath him. This time was going to be different, he was going to make sure she stayed with him. Even if Draco wasn’t dead – as he suspected. The kid was like a cockroach. Nothing short of doomsday could kill him but he had the one thing the boy wanted more in the world. And he was going to make her want him, crave him, love him. Justice at its finest.