Stealing Hermione

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STEALING HERMIONE
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Chapter 2 – The Genuine Article
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Lucius paced his study. He had just left de Calais’s, and he was already craving more, Lotte de Calais’s polyjuiced girls just weren’t doing it any more. The whores were tainted; they didn’t have her purity or her innate innocence. He needed her. He needed the genuine article. He had to have the mudblood bitch. He was running out of hairs anyway.

Even the Dark Lord was conspiring against him - cutting him off and humiliating him when they had dropped their bombshell. Lucius was his most faithful follower. How dare he treat a Malfoy this way?

They claimed her finally, but it didn’t matter He was going to have the bitch writhing around his cock and rid her of the brat growing within her womb. If anyone was going to father the heir to the Dark Lord, it woingoing to be Lucius Malfoy.

In the days since the uncharacteristically debauchery-free revel, Lucius had tried several times to see the girl. The ungrateful bastards had blocked their floos to him, and he could no longer visit unannounced. He was never one to let an inconvenience stop him from getting whatever he desired.

Lucius apparated to the Dark Lord’s side a week later.

“Lucius, to what do I owe this visit?” His master asked once Lucius had performed his act of loyalty and fealty.

Lucius decided to be blunt and honest. “My Lord, I want the girl,” he said, trying not to plead. “I would have thought that my best friend and my son would be willing to share a common mudblood.”

“Ah, there, Lucius, is where you are wrong,” Voldemort chided softly. “Tell me something, my Deatheater. Is it just her body you want, or is there something else about this girl that attracts you?”

Lucius thought for a moment before answering. “Truthfully, my Lord, that is what I want to find out. She plagues me,” he admitted.

The Dark Lord stood and paced for a moment as if truly considering Lucius’s plight. Was he truly going to give Lucius Carte blanche to take the girl?

“Lucius, fuck the girl if you must,” Lord Voldemort said finally. “Fuck her, then obliviate her. That should tell you if it is her body or something more. But, Lucius, don’t caugcaught. If they desire it, Lucius, if they catch you pandering with their toy, I will let them punish you as they see fit. Oh, and Lucius? If anything happens to that child, I’ll kill you myself.”

He two nights to consider what the Dark Lord’s words, and Lucius decided that the risks were worth making the girl his and his alone. He had a brilliant plan to get her away from Hogwarts and her protective lovers. Lucius took a handful of floo powder, tossing it into the hearth. He removed his head from the flames a short time later and smiled.

‘Yes, this will do quite nicely,’ Lucius thought the next morning as the common post owl took flight after leaving it’s small burden beside his breakfast plate. In a few short hours she would be his.

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Lucius appeared outside the gates with soft pop, looking up at the castle sitting up on the hill. His eyes followed two figures as they made their way down the slope. ‘Right on time,’ he thought as he shifted forms.

This is the one thing Lucius kept to himself like a miser with his gold. No one knew about it, not even the Dark Lord. He moved into the hanging branches of an old pine outside the gates, knowing that his pure white fur would be too noticeable if he stayed out in the open.

When his son and the greasy git he had once thought of as a friend disappeared, he grinned as much as his muzzle would allow, then darted throuhe ghe gates and up to the school. It was his good luck that it was a Saturday. Students were milling in and out of the doors, and he didn’t have long to wait before scurrying inside. He traveled as fast as he could down to the dungeons and paused outside the potions laboratory.

Lucius listened for a few moments to make sure he was truly alone, then transformed into his human form and slid inside. ‘Severus should be more careful with his laboratory. One never knows who could create havoc in these rooms,’ he thought with a malicious grin as he made his way to the stasis cabinet.

A few dark charms later, he had the cabinet opened and had found what he was looking for. Several vials of Polyjuice were just waiting to be taken, but Lucius resisted the urge to take them all, selecting only two. He slipped one in the pocket of his plain robe and opened the other. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of rotted cabbage. He took an envelope out of his pocket, shaking out a few platinum blonde hairs that looked so much like his own and dropped them into the foul-smelling potion.

After a moment of sizzling, he tossed back the vile stuff, immediately feeling ill. He could feel his body changing, becoming more compact, a couple of inches taller, and his hair shortened a little. He slipped a mirror from his pocket and met the eyes of his son. Smirking, he straightened and left the laboratory after changing the color of his shirt to thee gre grey he had seen his son wearing a short time earlier.

He began walking the corridors, wondering where the golden Gryffindors would be. The girl was a bookworm, so possibly she had roped her ever-present companions into studying; it was worth a chance.

He entered the library and swept the room with his eyes, blandly noticing the appreciative looks many members of the female population were giving his son’s form. After a moment, his eyes landed on a head of wild brown curls. The girl was seated across from Potter and one of the Weasley brats. He walked up to the trio, slightly surprised when Potter and the ginger-haired Weasley boy smiled at his approach. Draco was friendly with the bane of the Dark Lord?

As much as he ached to, now was not the time to taunt them. He needed to get the Granger girl away from the boys. He plastered a smile on Draco’s face and walked confidently up to the Gryffindors.

“Hermione, Severus and I need you to come along after all,” he said softly, trying to color his voice with an emotion he didn’t feel and with the subtle command that he had always felt was his right.

“All right, Draco. Let me just take these books back to my room, all right?” his obsession said. It wasn’t really a question.

He could feel his anger rise when she didn’t seek his approval. What was his infernal soing ing with this girl to not have her cower before him?

“Hermione, we can car care of your things for you if you want to just get going.”

Lucius smirked as the Boy-Who-Wouldn’t-Die helped him get the girl out of the castle all the faster.

“Thank you, Pot—Harry,” Lucius quickly amended. “You don’t know muchmuch I appreciate this. Severus is waiting, love.” Lucius gave an ingratiating smile to the boys and a saccharine grin to the bushy-haired mudblood that plagued his thoughts, dreams, and his very soul.

He quickly ushered her from thom aom and out of the castle, away from everything that protected her. Just as they exited the gates, Lucius pulled his wand and softly muttered, “Stupefy.” He rushed forward, caught the falling girl, and apparated.


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Imroz, Turkey - home to Malfoy mistresses for generations, and now Hermione Granger joined the long line of both the willing and unwilling women who had been loved by Malfoy men. He took his final vial of Polyjuice just after the house elf told him his guest was stirring.

Lucius stood at the foot of the gauze-shrouded bed and surveyed his prize. The house elf had dressed her in a white gossamer negligee with tiny buttons at the cuffs and throat. She looked pure, virginal, and untouched. Only a hint of roundness at her stomach belied the fact that she was none of those things.

She stirred again, the effects of the stunning hex slowly wearing off. Lucius acted quickly, muttering the binding charm. The robes curled around her wrists and ankles then stretched toward the bedposts, spread-eagling her on the bed.

Lucius crawled up on the bed and knelt between her generously open thighs. Her eyes fluttered for a mt tht then fully opened as Lucius bent down and captured her lips. She was absinthe - addictive and possibly toxic. He felt her stiffen with fear when she tried to move and found herself bound. He finally allowed her to break the kiss, a concession on his part. He was more than content to kiss her till her lips were bruised. He slipped a knife from the pocket of his robe and began to flick the buttons of her gown away.

“Draco,” she began, her voice filled with fear. “What are you doing? Please untie me now.”

He raised the knife blade up before her eyes, laying the flat against her reddened lips. “Shhh, love. You trust me, don’t you, Hermione?” She nodded slowly, careful not to cut herself on the blade. “Everything willcleaclear to you very soon. All right, Hermione?”

Again she nodded. Lucius was pleased that she was being compliant. Soon enough he would reveal himself, but first… He ran the bade down her throat, across her chest, and down her stomach before lifting the hem of the negligee and letting the knife split the fabric to her neck.

Lucius parted the tattered edges and bared her skin. To him it was like the first time, but finally with the object of his obsession. The polyjuiced whores couldn’t compare to having her there in front of him in the flesh.

He skimmed his hand over her skin, savoring the moment before he finally felt her velvet skin under his hands. Then he felt it: Pure, raw, unadulterated power flowing just under her surface. He now understood why Severus, Draco, and the Dark Lord all wanted her. She was possibly the single most powerful witch he had ever chanced upon. She was a vessel of power, and Lucius vowed to find a way to tap her, to make that power his to mold, control, and meld with his own..

He couldn’t bear it any longer; he had to touch her. He cupped her breasts gently. His grip began to tighten until she winced, then cried out as his touch became cruel and rough. He marveled at his fingerprints staining her milky skin. He grasped the knife again and, with a flick of his wrist, a shallow cut appeared on the curve of her breast. He knelt between her splayed legs, transfixed as the cut slowly filled with ruby blood then began to trickle over her skin.

He bent his head to catch the ruby droplets, savoring the copper tang, and he swore he felt a rush of power as he swallowed her essence. He backed off the bed and removed the dressing robe and the drawstring pants he had thrown over his naked body.

He climbed up on the bed again and settled between her thighs, entering her slowly with two of his fingers. She was wet, hot, and ready. He settled himself over her and positioned his cock at her entrance. He felt himself begin to change as he began to enter her.

‘No,’ he thought desperately. ‘Just a few minutes more.’ He looked down into the girl’s face, seeing the understanding, fear, and revulsion dawn in her eyes. He was surprised to find that it hurt to see those emotions in her eyes as she looked at him. He shook off the thought – never had a Malfoy cared what anyone thought of them.

He tried to brutally thrust forward into her, but was thrown back with a sudden blast of power. He flew through the air, hitting the opposite wall with a dull thud. He landed hard and sat dazed for a moment until the door was blasted off it’s hinges and fleww across the room. The two people he most dreaded seeing entered the room, their burning eyes lighting on the bed and his bound prize.

Powerful or not, he needed to get away. Lucius’s perspective changed almost at once as his form melted into that of a pure white wolf. As they rushed to the girl, his Hermione, he darted through the open door and out of the house.

He hid in a small den until he was sure they had gone, then slowly made his way back to the house. Once he was sure it was empty except for the house elf, he transformed back to human form, sitting heavily in his armchair before the fire he fingered the broken pieces of his wand. He needed to hide. He knew with Severus and Draco hunting him that he was as good as dead, but it didn’t stop him from trying to prolong his life. He stood quickly and dressed with out much care as to what he was putting next to his skin.

He went to the dresser and tapped a small button. A small drawer slid smoothly out and he gathered the items from within; two pouches of money, muggle and wizarding, a pristine wand and a card. He smiled grimly at the card but knew this might be his only hope of having a second chance at finally making Hermione his own.

He heard a few short pops of apparitions and knew his time had run out. He disappeared with a small pop of his own.

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