Lucius the Conqueror

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No sex this chapter! Sorry.. :(

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Chapter Two: Draco the Confessor


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Hermione was sore everywhere. That was her first thought when she woke up still in Lucius’ arms. Looking around, she tried to find Draco, but he was absent. Not that she could blame him. She couldn’t imagine the disgust he must have been feeling last night, and Hermione had even orgasmed! She was sick. Lucius sensed her waking and grinned slowly with male satisfaction. She rolled out of his arms when he stretched and he laughed.

“You’ll always continue to try and escape me, won’t you mudblood?”

She had gotten used to the name calling, but that didn’t make her any happier when she heard it.

“Yes, I’ll always try to get away from you, and one day I’ll succeed. And don’t call me mudblood! Obviously, if you want me to marry Draco…which I won’t… but if you want me to, you should start being nice to your future daughter-in-law, don’t you think?”

Lucius had listened with detached interest until the door to the bathroom opened to reveal a very pissed off Draco Malfoy. It seemed that overnight his fear of his father had dissipated and was replaced with an iron will. Hermione thought vaguely that if looks could kill, Lucius would be Avada Kedavra’d right now. Unfortunately for both her and Draco, looks couldn’t kill, so Lucius remained a living person. Of course, he didn’t have a heart, so maybe that was a false statement. Draco crossed his arms and stood tall in the mahogany door frame, and Hermione could see his wand sticking out of his belt loop. He wore a loose but fitted pair of dark blue jeans and no shoes. His top was bare, and Hermione realized that she preferred Draco’s smooth chest to Lucius’s slightly hairy one. Draco had let his light blonde hair grow to just above his chin, and it was cut in a shag. She had to admit that Draco had grown from a pointy-faced ferret boy to a quite handsome young man. Lucius had his wand next to the bed, so neither one was unprepared, but Lucius was nude and a few feet from his wand, while Draco’s hand was within a few inches. Hermione could feel the tension between father and son in the room, and she knew that after last night, their relationship would never be the same. Lucius was either an idiot, or he had been planning this. Hermione was guessing the latter one, as she had a feeling “idiot” was not a word often used to describe Malfoy Sr.

Silence still reigned over the room, and Hermione was almost tempted to break it. But what would she say? There was nothing she could say, but she could regain some sense of modesty. Rolling farther away from Lucius, she was relieved when he didn’t grab her. She used the comforter to cover her nudity until she was at the edge of the bed. Goodness this bed was huge! Looking down to the floor, she saw her robe. Looking to both of them to make sure neither of them would do anything shady in the two seconds it would take her to pull the piece of clothing on; she reached down and grabbed it. Slipping it around her shoulders while she was still beneath the cover, she tied it around her waist and adjusted it so that, when she left the comfort of the bed, she would be semi-clothed. She sat straight up for what seemed like hours, and was only a few minutes in reality, watching the two men in the room. Lucius still managed to look calm and collected even though he had blood on his groin from her back passage, and sweat dried on his body. His hair fell surprisingly straight and smooth; while Hermione was sure she had a wild animal on top of her head. Lucius still wore the grin that he had awoken with, and his eyes never left his son. His hands were folded behind his head, and his lower half was covered by the blanket. Draco had kept the same scowl on his face, and Hermione wasn’t even sure if he had blinked for the entirety of the impromptu staring contest. Somehow she had a feeling Draco would win this time. 12 hours could change a person, and she had a feeling that the past 12 hours had done just that to him. Finally, just as Hermione thought she couldn’t take the quiet any longer, Draco held out his right hand and spoke low.

“Hermione, come to me.”

Looking at Lucius to make sure she wasn’t going to be hexed if she followed Draco’s order, she slipped out of the bed and padded over to her “fiancé” in her bare feet. Draco pulled her in possessively with his right arm around her waist, and she felt surprisingly safe against his side. Swallowing nervously, she waited to see what would play out. Lucius’ grin widened a bit before he let out a dramatic sigh and picked up his pants from the floor. With no apparent embarrassment, he got out of the bed in his full glory and turned away from the young couple to pull his breeches on. Without grabbing his wand, he turned back to his offspring and acted sarcastically disappointed.

“Well that is a disappointment. I had hoped that we could share the witch one more time before breakfast. Even so, how about an afternoon ménage-a-trois?”

Draco’s grip tightened around her waist and he nearly growled.

“Get out.”

Lucius held up his hands in mock surrender and his eyes danced with sick amusement.

“I’m going, don’t worry. However, don’t forget how she panted and came around my cock multiple times—even when it was in her arse.”

Draco did not answer his taunt, but instead repeated those two words with the same emotion.

“Get out.”

Lucius chuckled and grabbed his wand before winking at Hermione and leaving. Once the door was closed, Draco locked it with his wand. (Hermione noticed that he was quite good at nonverbal spells.) Seeing the door lock, she tensed, fully expecting another bout of sex. Could she still call it rape? Yes…yes, she could. Even if the person made you enjoy it, it was still rape if she was forced to do it in the first place. Steeling herself to be thrown on the bed like a rag doll (that seemed to be the Malfoy version of foreplay), she was shocked to see Draco collapse on his hands and knees on the floor. He didn’t cry, but he nearly shook with the rage and frustration his sire had caused. Hermione was used to dealing with insults and attacks, but she didn’t know what to do if a Malfoy was hurting. It seemed like one of those impossible things that you could only imagine. Yet here Draco was, crying without shedding a tear. Hermione stood awkwardly for a few moments and hoped that Draco would be the first to make a move. She was at a loss for what to do for the first time in her nineteen years. Luckily, her silent prayer was answered when he spoke. She had to lean down to hear his almost whispered words.

“Hermione…I am so sorry. I had no idea…that…he…I mean. I honestly thought he was above something like that. I would have never…never…”

Although she could still see Draco killing Ron, and raping her, her heart actually went out to the obviously confused young wizard on the floor. Kneeling, she put her left hand on his arched back and leaned her head against his shoulder. After all, if she was stuck in this situation for the time being, Draco was most certainly the lesser of two evils.

“I know, Draco. I know.”

Draco nodded in slight relief and closed his eyes.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that. How many times has my father…no…that man…raped you?”

Hermione sighed and answered slowly, “Three times, counting the last…encounter.”

Draco curled his hands into fists and exhaled.

“That bastard. He promised you to me, and then he,” suddenly lifting his head to look at her, “He took your virginity, didn’t he?”

Now that his grey eyes were looking intensely at her, she blushed profusely and looked down at the floor. She removed her hand and her head before scooting away and standing by the window, facing away from him.

“Yes.”

The word was quiet and almost ashamed. Why should she be ashamed about someone taking her by force? Why was she suddenly feeling sorry for the man who had killed her soul mate? He would have taken it forcefully if Lucius hadn’t…in fact, he thought he had. However, she still felt some pity for Draco, and she couldn’t explain why.

“Damn him.”

Draco continued to speak in that dangerous tone that Hermione had never heard from the normally arrogant boy. No, man. He had proven himself a man in the worst way possible, but she forced the images out of her mind.

Draco stood and moved behind her, so she could see him in the reflection. He swallowed, and Hermione watched his adam’s apple move up and down before he spoke again. The anger had left his voice, and he spoke instead with regret. She thought that Malfoys never regretted anything, but Draco had been surprising her quite a bit this morning.

“I know that you won’t believe me,” he took an auburn curl and played with it absentmindedly while he spoke, “but I had actually hoped you would eventually be happy here. I know that I killed that Weasley boy, but it was actually the only personal kill I made. The rest were simply battle casualties, and I have never thought of myself as a murderer.”

This snapped Hermione out of her brief lapse into pity for Draco and she turned to him in anger.

“What? First of all, don’t call Ron ‘that Weasley boy.’ He was more of a man than you’ll ever be. Second, you ARE a murderer. Why else would Ron be six feet under right now? And third, how could you EVER think that I could be happy with the man who killed my love, captured me, raped me and then expects me to marry him?”

Draco reeled back slightly, but he wasn’t surprised. He hadn’t expected her soft mood to last for long. He had to get this off of his chest. He grabbed her shoulders and nearly shouted into her face.

“Look, mudblood, I believe you are smart enough to answer all those questions yourself. First of all, I’ll have to prove to you that I AM a man, and I look forward to doing so. I don’t plan to rape you anymore. You’ll be willing the next time I fuck you. Second, we have our entire lives for me to make you happy, and eventually you’ll get over this rocky beginning. Third, I am NOT a murderer, just a jealous man.”

Staring in curiosity, she asked, “What do you mean?”

He almost laughed maniacally. “Do you honestly not know? I’ve been obsessed with you, unfortunately, for years. Do you know why I hated that Weasel so much? It was because he was with the woman I wanted! I had never intended for all this to happen, but I suppose I have more of my father…that man… in me than I previously thought. I had originally intended to ask you out like a normal boy, but you were always with Potter and Weasel. I could never get you alone, and I hated the other two so much that I couldn’t blow my cover by treating you differently. I watched through the years as you and he grew closer…even though it took him forever to realize what he had sitting in front of him all along…until you finally broke the ice and got together. I hated him for that. He didn’t deserve you. I noticed you much earlier, and I wouldn’t have wasted any time in letting you know how I felt. When he finally got you…I couldn’t even see straight every time I saw you and him together. I’m surprised I didn’t kill him before now! Then my father…that man…came up with the perfect idea. Voldemort had been ordering pureblood supporters to choose women to procreate with, and he actually said that mudbloods would be accepted if they had the proper qualities. Purebloods breeding with purebloods had been causing some problems. He just wanted the most successful army he could have, and he said that he would screen every mudblood we brought as possibilities before him. Surprisingly, you were the only one offered up. We had some half-bloods, but most of the death-eaters were too stuck up to choose anyone but another pureblood…even if she was dumb as a doornail. I immediately brought you up and he looked into it. He agreed, and we began to make preparations for our wedding. I knew that we’d have to get rid of Weasley, and even then you would probably still be unwilling. However, I was willing to do whatever it took to get you into my bed. You have taken up too much of my thoughts for far too long and I even began to resent you for the obsession I developed. I was convinced you had used magic on me somehow, but even then, I didn’t care. I HAD to have you. Don’t you see? I had no other option! And now, you have no other option. You may hate me now, but Merlin’s teeth woman… you WILL marry me and birth my children. I don’t care if I have to drag you kicking and screaming to the altar! I have waited far too long, and I killed for you. I’ll treat you better than that blood traitor ever could, and I’ll convince you of that if it takes decades. Do you understand me, Hermione?”

His hands were still grasping her shoulders, and she was sure she would have fingerprint bruises on them later. She had listened to every word he said, but it was a mess of contradictions and things that she never expected Draco Malfoy to say. Her analytical mind was trying to process all the misinformation and truth behind his rant, and she needed time to sit down and sort through all of the incoming data. Maybe a bubble bath would be nice… Changing her manner drastically from together and angry to confused and distant, she looked up at him with a slight frown marring her otherwise smooth forehead.

“Umm… Draco, do you have any bubble bath?”

Letting her shoulders go immediately, he backed up and looked at her with an expression that would have made her laugh if she weren’t so dazed. Scratching his head, he looked quizzically at her.

“What?”

She didn’t get angry…she was too flighty to do that right now…there was plenty of time for the inevitable angry Hermione later. Right now, she just wanted to relax and let her brain catch up. She was having a brief brain glitch, and that was a VERY rare occurrence with the intellectual Gryffindor. She simply acted slightly impatient.

“I asked if you had any bubble bath? Surely you do… I’ve seen the interior of your bathroom. All that marble and no bubble bath? That just wouldn’t make any sense.”

If he wasn’t so confused—and cooling down from his recent outburst—he might have even laughed at the ridiculous change in conversation. However, he simply stared and then nodded.

“Yes, we do. It’s in the cream colored tap above the tub.”

She smiled distractedly and headed towards the bathroom.

“If you’d please allow me to wash ALONE this time, I believe a very long soak is in order. I’m not going to escape, I just want to prune up a bit.”

She didn’t allow him time to answer, and simply walked in the smaller room and shut and locked the door behind her. She didn’t have her wand, so she couldn’t seal it magically, but she felt better simply locking it the muggle way.

Draco stared after the enigma of a girl that had left the bedroom and realized that his mouth had been hanging open like an idiot. He was thoroughly confused, and he wondered vaguely if he would continue to be surprised for the years they would spend together in the future. Thinking that he probably would be, he turned and sat in the chair closest to him. Leaning back, he tried to forget the man he used to call father and focused instead on listening to make sure Hermione kept her promise to not escape. If he was ever going to earn her feelings…not love, he would never admit to that… then he would have to start allowing her little freedoms like this. He also never intended for all the information to come out in one tumble like it did. He had a feeling she needed time to absorb all of it, and he would allow that. Besides, the house was secure against anyone coming in OR out, so she’d have to have her wand to even attempt an escape. He had her wand securely stored away…a reward for after she was tamed and married to him…so she couldn’t get very far. Closing his eyes, he realized that it felt nice to have someone else to be with after his father’s..no, that man’s…betrayal, and there was no one on earth he’d rather have by his side than the bushy haired beauty next door. He smiled for the first time in over 12 hours. Maybe this would all turn out alright after all.

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Author’s Note: Yay! My first update to this story! This wasn’t short, but I didn’t cover as much ground as I wanted to. I guess I was just wordy today. Oh well…I suppose that’s good, right? Anyhoo! Hope you enjoyed it. Remember nice reviews get a reward, and flames just boost my self-esteem. Because obviously you’ve taken time to read my story, so it’s pointless to insult me when you didn’t have to read it. Also, any suggestions or help is appreciated. I write my fan fics VERY quickly (when I have time to write in the first place), so typos and mistakes are bound to happen. Also, any misinformation or inconsistencies should be brought to my attention immediately. Thanks!

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