Whatever it takes

Because I got such a positive response for my first part, I figured I'd write you guys a sequel. This is part one of the sequel. As was requested by one reader named Wicked, this part has more of a story. In a brief summary, this takes place 5 years after the events of the first chapter. A lot has changed since then. Huge thanks to zairaphel and Jade as well. I hope you all enjoy this part of the story. The second part might go up this weekend. I'm not sure. Anyway please read and review some more.
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To say Hermione Granger was shocked when she got the owl from Lucius Malfoy that fateful night would be the understatement of the year. Hermione hadn't seen him since the night before the final battle. She'd grown up, married Ron, was working for the ministry as was Ron, and has a small kid. As in all stories good trumped evil that night and everyone lived happily ever after. What wasn't published in the history books and told to children at night was the seedy dark underbelly of that night's story. You see Harry Potter didn't win because he was simply good, or lucky, or better trained, or had the backing of his friends. No he won because of something one dark wizard gave to take down this dark wizard. You see few knew The Dark Lord Voldemort's secrets like Lucius Malfoy. And few spies were ever as crucial. And even fewer were less known. To this day most people just assumed Lucuis bought his way into a pardon. But that is plain untrue. He gave the light all the information and weapons they could ever need to defeat The Dark Lord, including his most hidden horcrux. He had his reasons for this betrayal and they were damn good. The Dark Lord had took from him his wife and his only son. He took only three things from this. Amnesty, the satisfaction of destroying the Dark Lord, and a secret carnal relationship with his source on the side of light, Hermione Granger. This ended though three years ago. And there was no reason for Lucius to be owling Hermione. So needless to say, Hermione was shocked.

Hermione read the letter for the hundredth time. Lucius was as usual, open in his desires. He wanted sex. One last time. He thought he was going to die soon and said he could not live with out touching her beautiful flesh one last time. Hermione couldn't believe the audacity of the man. She was a married woman with a young child. She couldn't believe he would do such a thing, and more importantly she couldn't believe how much she wanted to take him up on the offer. She was trying every reasonable way to think her way out of going, convince herself that she didn't even want to go. But that was just untrue. She had thought she was over it. The desire. She had buried it deep down in her heart because she did love Ron. But she wanted Lucius. She had for quite some time. When it started Hermione thought of it as an unfortunate means to an important ends. She did it for the war and because he was the only one who could and would help. She convinced herself to do whatever it takes. But over time it became so much more than that. She didn't fall in love with Lucius Malfoy, make no mistake about that,but she began to look forward to each encounter with him, not with the initial dread but instead with a deep seeded desire. It was purely one of the flesh of course, because through it all, Malfoy remained the miserable old man he'd always been. Hermione attributed his need for her to give up information more to some part of him needing justification other than revenge. So he insisted on using an innocent 20 year old girl as his own personal harlot rather than just doing the right thing. Hermione Granger knew this, and she knew Lucius Malfoy was still an evil old bastard. But despite this, she wanted him. She wanted to taste him, to feel him, to touch him, to pleasure him, and for him to do the same with her.

But she couldn't dare, she was a married woman. Committed to one man for the rest of hers or his life. But Ron was away so often on business. He was away right now, he had been for 26 days, an owl delivered a letter each of the first 7 days, and then ever other for the next 10, and then one on the 21st, but she hadn't received one since. She wasn't really worried, this was a simple mission, and she'd have heard if anything happened, but Ron's absence was taking it's toll on her. There is only so much a shower and a few fingers can do and Hermione wouldn't be caught dead in the type of establishment that would sell other means of self pleasure. And no one had ever done to her what Lucius Malfoy had in the way he had, not Ron, not anyone. Ron may love her with all his heart, but he simply wasn't as skilled as Lucius was in some means. But no, she loved Ron. She read the letter for what felt like the millionth time. He said quite clearly what his intentions were. He wanted one last time together before he died. Hermione wondered what that was about, Lucius was by no means an old man, he was in his late 50s, and in fine health from what she knew. And to boot in the wizard world people regularly lived well passed 125. She wondered what this was about.

She was finally brought out of her thoughts by her baby crying. She went to it as any mother would do and got distracted with him for a little while to keep her mind off Lucius and the things she wished to do to him. The next day another letter arrived. This time it was from her dear husband Ron. He of course apologized for not writing but told her he'd been busy. He was in China for the Ministry of Magic. He told her of the last few days events and of the people he'd meet. Something seemed of but that was unimportant. The important part was that he would be gone for at least another two weeks. He told her to send his regards to everyone of course. This made her decision so much worse. A decision that would only get even more crazy by a knock on the door a few moments later while she drank her morning coffee.

She went to open the door, still in her morning wear. Who did she find on the other side of that door? Of course it was Lucius Malfoy. He was there to see her of course.

"You never answered my letter. I had to see you."

"What if someone sees you? Get inside you fool!"

"I'm sorry but I had to see you one last time before I died."

Hermione looked him up and down, he looked fine,if a little frailer than the last time they'd seen. Paler and older too, the wrinkles were setting in on his formally oddly young features. But he looked to be in health.

"What is the matter with you? Why are you going to die?"

"It doesn't matter, I just need you again."

"I am a married woman, with a child."

"No one needs to know, this can be between us, a secret, like old times. Just once."

"No is no, Lucius."

"I see the doubt in your eyes, you want to accept me on my offer and have one last fling."

"It doesn't matter what I want. I'm married. End of story."

"Oh and I'm sure your beloved Ronald, in his month away hasn't felt the touch of a woman. Not seen a single of those complimentary female's the Chinese government gives to foreign diplomats."

That was enough. Hermione was enraged, she threw her cup at Lucius's head and screamed for him to get out which he of course obliged with rather quickly.

Hermione was left to sit and reflect on the conversation.


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R&R please.