The Death Eater's Valentine

CHAPTER TWO: The Cat, The Mouse and The Bait









“Surely someone is on patrols and will find us.” Lucius said, sitting back in the throne and crossing his legs as he watched her pace back and forth across the room.







“No, the wards are in place so that guards are no longer needed, and no one would think to look in here anyhow! Besides, it’s Valentine’s Day, most people are out enjoying a romantic evening with someone they love.” She said, fisting her hands tight and gritting her teeth in frustration.







“But not you, you were going to spend your night alone, weren’t you?” He asked.







“Whatever plans I may have had are none of your business!” She said her caramel colored eyes flashing as she reached behind her and twisted her long curly hair into a knot at the base of her skull. “Not that it matters since I am stuck in here with you.”







“Don’t be like that, you’ll make me think you don’t like my company, little one.” Lucius said, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he tried to hold back a smile.







“This is entirely your fault, if you had been on time we could have gotten through this before closing.” She snapped.







“You are the one who brought me down here so close to the workday’s end, we could have put it off until tomorrow. Or did you do it on purpose?” He asked, rising from the throne to stalk her slowly across the room. “Did you want to get me alone, little one?”







Hermione backed up slowly, her eyes wide with apprehension as he approached her slowly, his eyes glittering in the dim light coming from the sconces on the cave wall.





“No…why on earth would I want to be alone with you all night?” Lucius made her nervous and her voice trembled as his long legged stride brought him closer and her back hit the wall.







“Perhaps you are curious about the seedier history of the death eaters…the darker, more sensual side of their activities?” Lucius reached out and ran the backs of his fingers along the soft skin of her cheek. Her breathing hitched slightly and her cheeks flushed crimson. “Did you orchestrate this little imprisonment so you could sample the pleasures of the dark side?”







“No…” She grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand away from her before slipping away from him and across the room, getting as much space between them as she could. “If that was what I wanted I would go see Severus, not you.”







“Is that so?” He smiled, a sinister twist to his lips that made her nervous. He reached up and released the frog closure on his robes before shrugging out of them and tossing them onto a nearby table. “Well he could certainly show you the ropes.” He said, loosening the top button on his black dress shirt. “In fact, I believe you might be quite surprised by the things old Sev could show you. What I don’t understand however, is why you aren’t interviewing him.”







“According to the ministry he is not a deatheater, he was an order member despite the dark mark.” She watched him unbutton his cuffs and roll his sleeves up to the elbow, revealing the faded image branded into his smooth, golden skin. “Besides, he was at the school most of the time, you are, according to the Ministry the only living death eater.”







“Now that hardly seems fair.” He said, watching her watch him. “I switched at the end…I turned over a new leaf and all that, why am I not exonerated too? I’ve been a very good boy these last years.”







“There is nothing good about you, Lucius. Every cell in your body is dark and sadistic. You are the embodiment of hedonism.” Hermione said, her mouth suddenly dry as he came closer. She felt like the mouse and he was a very large, very hungry cat.









“Now that wasn’t a very nice thing to say, Hermione.” He said, his eyes narrowing. “There are many good things about me, if you were willing to overlook a few…indiscretions…in my past.”







“Indiscretions? Is that what you call nearly killing children?” She asked, her voice cracking as she found herself once more within inches of the tall blonde.







“I learned from my mistakes.” He said, his voice low and husky.







“What, you figured out how to cast more accurate curses?” She asked, stepping around him and retreating again, coming to a halt behind the throne, keeping the horrid chair between the two of them.







Lucius’s smile indicated that he rather enjoyed her little game of hard to get as he continued to pursue her slowly across the room.





“I am a changed man.” He said. “I lost a lot because of the war, my wife, nearly lost my son, my freedom for a time. Things like that have a way of softening a wizard.”







“There isn’t anything soft about you.” She said, her heart racing as he stepped onto the dais and stood in front of the chair.







“Care to find out?” He asked.









“You are playing games with me, Lucius, and I don’t like it.” She said, more tempted by the dashing pureblood than she should be.







“I’m sure I could come up with a few games you would like.” He said, leaning forward and placing his hands on the arms of the chair. “Come on, little one, play with me.” He whispered low, his eyes smoldering.







Hermione gasped and then fled into another chamber. Lucius smiled, a dark, evil smile on his face as he followed her into the chamber. He stood in the doorway, a low, sinister chuckle slipping past his lips as she looked around.







“My, my, my…what have we here, little one?” He asked. Hermione turned around to stare at him, her eyes wide and her mouth slack. “Welcome to the Dark Lord’s dungeon.”





Hermione was trapped and she had no avenue for escape. Lucius was blocking the only exit to the chamber.







“I didn’t mean….I don’t…..” Hermione looked around frantically, trying to figure out just how she as going to get out of the snare she found herself in.







“What, you didn’t mean to lead me into a sex dungeon?” He asked.







“A sex dungeon?” She squeaked, looking around at the various implements of torture set up around the room. “I thought it was to torture his prisoners!”







“Not this room, he liked to torture prisoners in the open, or in the dungeons of my house.” Lucius said, leaning casually in the doorway. “No, this room was used purely for his entertainment. You see the Dark Lord liked to watch.”







Hermione’s face reddened and she backed up further, bumping into a low, padded bench.





“Are you telling me you performed for him, sexually?” She asked, horrified and intrigued all at the same time.







“Well I never engaged with him personally, but on occasion I would play with a pretty witch for his entertainment. What can I say, I was young.” He said, enjoying the stupefied expression on her face. She looked down at the bench and fingered the leather wrist cuffs curiously.







“You are a wizard, you can bind people with a spell, why would you need shackles?” She asked, her natural curiosity getting the better of her. Fortunately for Lucius it also distracted her enough that he was able to approach her before she could get away.







Before she could react, Hermione found herself pressed tight into his chest, her wrists locked in one of his long fingered hands at the small of her back while his other hand tangled in her messy curls.







“Magical bonds are invisible, not quite as arousing as seeing a pretty witch trussed up with leather, or ribbon, or silk chording.” He whispered, sliding his hand from her curls and trailing it along the side of her neck. “You are trembling, little one…is it fear that affects you so, or something else?”







“Let me go.” She whimpered, struggling slightly in his grasp.







“Not just yet…I have wanted to taste those pretty lips for weeks now.” Lucius said softly, grasping her chin and tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes. “Are they as sweet as they look?”







“No….don’t…” She protested softly, unsure of what she really wanted.







“Just one taste, little one.” He said softly before he brushed his lips against hers. She whimpered softly, her lips parting as she gasped at the contact. He captured her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled before suckling to soothe the tiny sting. His tongue swept into her mouth and tickled against hers until she returned his kiss, moaning into his mouth as he tasted her. “Just as sweet as they look.” He said softly as he pulled back.







“Lucius….we shouldn’t…..this is a bad idea.” She said, breathing heavily as she tried to control her racing pulse.







“No, I think this is a very good idea, little one.” Lucius said, sliding his hand down her arm until he had one of her hands in each of his. “Aren’t you just a little curious?”







“Curious about what?” She asked breathlessly.









“Me. I know you haven’t got anyone in your life at the moment and I too am free, so what do you say Hermione, do you want to be the death eaters valentine?”