Unchain My Lust

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On to the next chapter. What is going to happen at the manor?


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‘I am not kidnapping you,’ Lucius said, disarming the witch for his own safety,’ I merely want to solve this little faux pas as soon as possible.’ He hoped that his voice had the reassuring tone intended.

‘You’re not kidnapping me? As if I’d believe that! You are an evil, vile Death Eater…’ her sentence stopped, Hermione was searching for another insult to hurl at him.

‘My my, who’s being prejudiced here? Do tell, have I been evil, vile or otherwise unsavoury towards you today?’

‘No, but it’s still obvious that you’re such a smart bastard, concealing all your evil deeds. If you let me go now I won’t make a fuss over it and won’t tell anyone. Isn’t it a good deal?’ Hermione tried to step away from the wizard as the chain had made them stand quite close, there was just over a two feet distance between them.

‘If I had known what this book would cause I would’ve never even touch it.’ He looked at the little book with a sneer.

‘Of course, as if I’d believe you,’ she said and tried to take another step, but the chains wristband dug into her skin painfully. ‘You have a track record of slipping books to unsuspecting people.’

‘Why do you have to bring up that mistake I made? Did you think that the Dark Lord was going round and telling his servants what items were his Horcruxes? I know that I should’ve just disposed the book somewhere else, but I had hoped the Weasleys would recognise it as a thing which had belonged to Riddle. But it seems that the Weasleys aren’t the smartest bunch…’

‘How dare you to accuse the Weasleys of stupidity when it was your deed which brought on a tragedy?’ she yelled, trying to step away further, disregarding the severe pain from the chain.

‘Do you really think that my favourite pastime is plotting the demise of some schoolchildren? You know nothing about me, yet you throw around accusations so easily. Where’s your famed intelligence now?’ he asked, his anger flaring with every second. This slip of a girl hadn’t spent a day as Voldemort’s slave, where one had no other choice but to obey.

The chain connecting them jerked and shorted at lightning speed, making her stumble towards him, until she was just an inch away from his body.

‘And now you think it is funny to have me at your mercy like a rag doll? Do you always take your women unwilling and helpless? I bet you have no other way to seduce one,’ Hermione spat, her gaze drifting to his calm silver eyes.

‘I know that I have the right to be angry and hex you. But what good would it bring me? None. Most of the wizarding world in Britain has the same opinions about me like you just voiced. I must say, it is very hurtful as they judge me without knowing my circumstances. Is it fair?’ he asked, his voice almost a whisper. In a way, he was speaking to her, but then again, he had wanted to say this to anyone else than himself, so it didn’t matter that this time, it was heard by an angry and raging Gryffindor Princess.

People would never understand him, his aims and dreams. How could anyone think a Malfoy could have other wishes besides living a luxurious life? Was aiming to become Minister of Magic a senseless pipe dream? But it had cost him years of service to a megalomaniac to know that that picture of a perfect wizarding world was all a bait to get Lucius join his ranks and thus encouraging other purebloods to join, too. Of course, Lucius’ ambition wasn’t the sole reason for Voldemort’s rise, but it was one of the factors of it.

Hermione looked up again, cautiously, expecting a blow any second. But nothing happened, he just stood there, his expression thoughtful yet calm. She had wanted to rile him on till he got angry with her and released the chain as she was sure he wouldn’t want to spend another minute with a woman who’d throw insults at him. Was it fair to do so? No, she knew that it wasn’t but due to his past she just assumed that he was guilty of this, but how could she be so sure now?

Hermione recalled their initial encounter today, word by word and realised that there was no real time for him to mutter such a complex and obviously unbreakable enchantment. The result wasn’t really a subtle, Slytherin type thing; it was rather blunt and caveman style, so she was almost certain that if wishing to bring her harm, he would’ve done it differently.

‘It wasn’t fair of me, but life’s unfair, too,’ she whispered, hoping that it didn’t sound too apologetic.

‘Indeed. If we could drop our supposed differences and concentrate on our little problem here? ‘He pointed at the armband on his wrist.

‘Sure. But it doesn’t mean that you’re my new best friend,’ she said with a wry smile.

‘But no more insults. I will treat you respectfully, and same is expected of you. We need to be civil to each other if we want to solve our little sex magic problem.’

‘Do you really think it’s sex magic?’ she asked and blushed, remembering how close to him she was now. She could smell the fine, intoxicating scent of his cologne and for a moment Hermione wished that he would pull her closer. She had only been with Ron and it was nothing like the countless romance books she had read used to describe it.

Lucius was the perfect hero, well, at least for fiction. Handsome, rogue, rich, misunderstood and magnetically sexual… Hermione shivered at the thought. Did he befuddle her mind to make her think of him as desirable? Or maybe it was the sex magic which had bound them, hadn’t she read vague historic accounts how unsuspecting virgins fell into slavery to dark wizards so many times before?

Not that she was a virgin, she had had sex with Ron quite a lot, and it just wasn’t that arousing for her. His little pot belly, hairy chest and freckled skin combined with a smaller than average endowment quenched her naïve dreams of being swept of her feet by a handsome Adonis, who knew perfectly how to seduce her and melt her into a puddle of desire.

‘Maybe we should sit down and peruse the book? You look slightly uncomfortable now.’ Lucius’ silky voice interrupted her naïve daydream. She felt large hands being placed on her hips and herself moving along with him to an unknown location as her mind was lost looking at his perfectly shaped pale lips. Before she knew it, she was in a sitting position.

That would’ve been fine if Hermione didn’t find herself sitting in Lucius’ lap.

‘I’m sorry for this position, but it was the only I could comfortably place us both as the chain isn’t budging, now at least it has stopped hurting my wrist ‘

Lucius’ voice was sounding so seductive from so close by, the heat of his body scorching her senses. She had never sat in a man’s lap before.

‘It’s ok, I guess. But how we’re going to read it if I sit facing you?’ she asked, hoping that her cheeks didn’t flush from being so close to him.

‘I can either place the book lower between us or I could read it to you. Which one do you think would work best?’
‘Read to me.’ She said breathlessly, already losing herself to his inviting warmth.

Hermione understood everything the text said, but it was Lucius’ voice that made a little fire burn inside her. Even though he was reading about such a serious topic, his voice was so nice that it was almost like he was reading her poetry. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling rather comforted by his closeness.

‘Did you hear anything I read to you?’ Lucius asked her after a while. In fact, it felt rather nice to have a witch curled in his lap. There were no mind games with this woman; she was there with him because of accidental magic.

‘Yes, I did understand everything. It is an ancient magic and the incantation usually takes about an hour to perform, but in extremely rare cases the accidental magic is triggered and the same effect is achieved. It cannot be broken unless the initial desires are fulfilled and the breaking of this enchantment cannot be done with the use of Imperio.’ Hermione recited as if she was in class.

‘Good. But you understand that we would have to try everything this book has about sensuality and sex? And that you would have to do all of it with me?’

‘I know,’ the witch stuttered, looking away from him. The thought of actually having sex with Lucius Malfoy, infamous playboy and known bad boy, made her tremble.

Lucius felt her trembling and let his palm run gently over her back. ‘Are you scared of what I could do to you? I will not force you to do it; you can take your time…’

‘I’m just so scared of this, I have no experience with sex magic and…’

‘Are you a virgin?’ he asked, knowing that this was a blatant question and maybe he should have approached it differently.

‘No,’ Hermione answered and blushed deep red. ’But I don’t have that much experience, either…’ She looked around the elegantly decorated room and suddenly realised how absurd this situation was. ‘And I had never imagined I would be in a situation like this, with you…’

‘I didn’t think of anything like that either,’ Lucius lied masterfully. He had thought of having her close and even in more intimate embraces but he couldn’t tell her that. It would be better if she’d believe it was accidental magic and in no way connected to his desires. ‘But it is not that bad, in my opinion, if we learn to get along. You are a very pretty witch, I must add.’

‘Don’t humour me, Malfoy. I am as plain as a witch can be,’ Hermione replied, knowing that gorgeous witches were still falling at Lucius’ feet even though he had lost most of his high standing in society.

‘You just don’t understand your appeal. I, as a wizard who has a lot of experience with women, can tell you that your natural beauty is what attracts me. I have seen so many ‘enhanced’ witches that it makes me gag. I like to touch a witch,’ he touched her cheek gently,’ without having my hands smeared in some unknown coloured goo.’ His hand still remained on her cheek, his eyes searching hers.

‘You’re just trying to lure me into a false sense of security,’ she responded as she had finally dragged her mind out of the comforting feeling she had being so close to him.

For a moment Lucius was confused at what she meant and then realised that she was most likely alluding about his sexual eccentricities in the past.

‘If you meant the Death Eater sex practices.’ he paused for a moment seeing her blanch, ‘blood play, heavy bondage and sex with the use of Crucio is nothing that I enjoy doing, at least not anymore.’

He saw her pale and tremble, her body going slowly limp as if she was going to faint. He steadied her with his arm and continued, ’but I did never really enjoy such activities. Sure, there is a kind of excitement doing it, but the novelty of it wears off. I find pleasuring a woman till she begs for more a more exciting challenge…’ he stopped his speech waiting for results, but she seemed to be speechless, so he decided that he would continue in a moment. She was quite pretty to look up from the close up; otherwise he would’ve found a way to be as far from her as possible. But those rosy lips and doe eyes were making him want to keep her closer.

‘Would’ve you rather preferred to be in such a situation with Mr. Weasley?’ he asked, knowing that Granger had been single for a while.

‘Err, no, but isn’t the point here,’ Hermione answered, trying to ignore the inviting warmth of his body once again.

‘I see. But it is obvious that you do have your doubts about this. Think of this as just a casual relationship. As an adult, you should be able to comprehend it…’

‘I do understand what you mean, it’s just… you’re a Pureblood supremacist-you don’t touch Mudbloods,’ she blurted out, chiding her dirty mind for actually wanting him to touch her.

‘Why can’t you stop dwelling in the past? Yes, I might’ve been a Pureblood supremacist, but I was young and naïve and didn’t understand how real politics work. Happy now?’ he snarled, getting angry at her for rubbing the past in his face again.

She wasn’t happy. Not at all. It all was so wrong, being stuck with him and doomed to have sex and actually wanted him to do it. She should be disgusted with herself, he was an old, dangerous Death Eater and she was a good girl. They were as mismatched as a couple could be. Sure, she had fancied having a romantic or sexual adventure, but Lucius Malfoy was the last person on her mind for that.

Suddenly she felt so sorry for herself and let the tears fall. Life was shit for her, it didn’t need anything more to add. Her job was a never ending indexing of Magical Court cases from 1420, done by hand, not wand, and in this year since she worked there she only had gotten to the 1480 Goblin Gold Devaluation, and her boss, who was a Pureblood from some long forgotten family kept on sneering at her, the colleagues weren’t helpful and she actually hated the tiny little bed-sit she was renting in Diagon Alley. The last thing Hermione needed was being chained to someone she didn’t like.

Lucius didn’t know what to do. There had been instances of women opening floodgates after he had done something, but he just didn’t think that he was that harsh to Hermione. And he wanted to build a beneficial alliance with her, not making her hate him more than she already did.

‘What’s wrong, witch?’ he asked, wiping a tear from her cheek. This was a chance to gain her trust, as otherwise their predicament wouldn’t be solved easily. He couldn’t buy her like other witches; she was far too stubborn for that. And he didn’t fear that his nicer attitude towards her would get too public, as he was sure the witch wouldn’t say a word about anything happening here.

‘My week at work was crap. My boss, Plumpert is always calling me ‘little muddle girl’. I hate that he’s so…’ she stopped as sobs wrecked her.

‘He’s just jealous of your intelligence and achievements,’ Lucius tried to soothe her.

‘I don’t know… and then, just this week, blood-drinking Pixies infested a corner of the room I rent and they don’t go away after everything I tried, and they snagged by best work robes for their nest, and that’s why I ended up going to the bookstore to see if there was anything on mutating Pixies, and so I saw a Magical Creature book somewhere in that clearance section and then…and then you happened,’ she whispered her incoherent ramblings and let her head rest on Lucius’ shoulder. It felt odd to be comforted by him, but he was the only one here so she didn’t have much choice.

‘So you’d rather be chained to a herd of roaring blood drinking pixies than me?’ Lucius asked, hoping that some light humour might make her mood better.

Hermione’s sobs stopped and were replaced by stifled giggles. She couldn’t help it; it was just a too silly image. How could he turn bad things into silly ones in no time?

‘See, I can be quite tolerable once you get to know me,’ Lucius whispered, running his hand through her messy locks.

‘Just because I have to be here,’ she mumbled, trying not to enjoy the feel of his simple caress.

‘Always a feisty one, aren’t you?’ he asked, actually liking their little verbal sparring. It was refreshing that a witch had a mind of her own and was not acting like an idiot just to please him.

Hermione heard her stomach growl but tried to ignore it. She hadn’t eaten anything today, as she had hurried to the bookstore to look for a book, but now she wished she had eaten the icky instant noodles, one of the few foods she could afford in a big quantity on her meagre salary.

‘I think it’s time for lunch,’ Lucius announced casually. He had heard her stomach growl and found it as a good reason to ease the mood even more.

‘I don’t need anything. I’m fine,’ she replied, trying to be indifferent. She wouldn’t admit that she actually was very hungry, as she didn’t want to give him a good opportunity to poison her and thus get rid of their predicament in the easy way.

‘I must disagree. Not offering you a proper meal will make you think of me as a bad host.’ He knew that he was actually teasing her with this, as just giving in to her stubbornness would be less fun then trying to rile on her feisty temper. Before she could find a good come back to it, a little house elf popped into the room.

Hermione’s breath stilled for a moment as she fearfully anticipated what would happen to the poor elf.

‘A light lunch for two. If we have any other needs, we will call you. That would be all, Woolly.’ Lucius instructed the elf calmly.

Lucius knew that she had been quite the activist in the elf rights so he wanted to show her that not all elves where as crazy as Dobby. The elf bowed and popped away, leaving Hermione surprised.

‘You didn’t do anything to the elf,’ Hermione muttered surprised.

‘No, I usually don’t see fit to punish them without reason. Should I call it back and torture it for your entertainment?’ he asked with a laugh. Her naiveté was just enticing. Lucius didn’t know what exactly it was, but his darker side wanted to make her tremble, but at the same time, he wanted to protect the witch from all other evil. It was a weird feeling for him; he was never very attentive towards the needs of his casual flings.

‘No, please don’t,’ Hermione begged, hoping that he was just joking. Just in case he wasn’t joking, she tried to get away from him, but the chain shortened again and the wristband dug painfully in her skin, bringing her to tears.

‘I won’t do it. Do you think I enjoy mindless torture?’ he asked, turning to look at her. ‘I know I was a death Eater. I am not the nicest person, but I am still not Voldemort. I just don’t understand you, witch. One moment you are acting like you accept the situation, the other you’re jumping away from me as if I was going to kill you on the spot.’ He paused again, thinking what would be the best thing to say now.

‘Tell me, is this magic which chained us powerful?’ Hermione asked.
Her question surprised him, he had expected some more slurs about how bad he was.

‘Regarding that the magic of this bond can not be broken by all common means, I would say that is strong and at that, attuned to us.’

‘So that’s why I feel this unexplainable pull to you. I feel comfortable near you, when under normal circumstances I would run as fast as I can,’ she said with a sigh, a quiet popping catching her attention.

The elves had delivered lunch. She tried to ignore how inviting it looked, like from an expensive restaurant. There was more food on the table now then she could afford in a month, but she wouldn’t be tempted by it as infusing food with poison was the easiest way to get rid of someone. Sure, Lucius seemed likeable enough but he was a Slytherin and known to be notorious in his ways.

‘Please, help yourself to anything you like, ‘he urged her on, knowing that she was hesitating because of a concern. ‘Or do you think I want to poison you?’

‘Yes,’ she blurted out unwillingly. She hadn’t wanted to voice her suspicion so openly.

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