Would You Agree?

Lucius woke up to a familiar sight, the ceiling of his master bedroom. He stretched in his king sized bed, hands gripping the satin sheets beneath him. With a flash the previous night came back, but the last thing he remembered was being in her bed. How in the world did I get here?

"Dibby!" he bellowed. A tiny house elf popped in before him, shaking from head to toe.

"Yes, Master," she said with reverence, bowing before the slowly enraging blonde man.

"How did I get here?" he demanded.

"Well, yousa appeared in the main rooms clutchin a teddy bear, so Dibby moved yous upstairs." The elf cowered at the loud growl that was emitted from his master and quickly popped back out of the room before he could do any physical harm to Dibby.

“I can’t believe she did that. What the fuck!” he exclaimed at the loudest volume possible as he jumped out of the bed and paced the floor angrily, deviously plotting. Down the hall his family members portraits cringed at the angry patriarch. Someone was in trouble.

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Her tiny hand reached for the wood door. She pulled it back and fisted it before knocking on the old worn door, one she used to simply walk through with no cares or worries. The door was flung back with a force of a stampede. She looked up into the sparkling green eyes of Harry Potter. He gave her a great big grin as he swept her up into his arms.

“Mione, you’re here!!” She laughed at his childish antics.

“Of course, Harry. You owled me and I said I would meet you. Why wouldn’t I come?”

“I don’t know, I just had this feeling that something was going to happen. Anyway, it was clearly wrong. So how have you been?” he asked as he brought her inside the warm atmosphere of The Burrow. All the good times spent in the house came rushing back as she traversed the halls and rooms; nothing had changed since she had been here last.

Thundering steps came form above her head and she looked up at the staircase as two pairs of feet came into view, followed by long legs and finally by that infamous red hair. Two grinning faces looked down at her and she once again felt bad for ceasing communication with this wonderful family. Ron and George ran to her, each hugging her with enormous strength and love.

“Mione,” Ron breathed into her ear. “Gods, I’ve missed you.” He playfully slapped her arm. “Now, why the bloody hell did you have to run away like that?”

“Subtle Ron, really subtle,” George muttered under his breath, the same time that Harry muttered, “Smooth very smooth.”

“Ron, you have the grace of a herd of Hippogriffs, but that’s what I love about you,” Hermione said, smiling into his face. A squeal was heard from behind George and Ron, and the two tall men parted for their much shorter mother. Molly ran at Hermione enveloping her in a most gripping and almost painful hug, pulling back to look her in the face.

“Dear, dear girl. Where have you been? Why did you run? You know you are a part of this family, and nothing could ever change that, especially not my idiot son being a complete tosser.” The boys gasped. “Don’t be surprised, you’ve heard me let loose before. Need I remind you about that Bellatrix bitch.” The boys gasped again and smirked as Ron and George began to bow before her saying “We are not worthy, we are not worthy.”

“Oh, knock it off you two. As you can see dear, nothing in this house has changed,” she said as she grabbed Hermione’s arm and tugged her towards the kitchen. “Now have a seat and tell me everything,” she demanded sweetly as she moved about the kitchen waving her wand and sending dishes into the cabinet and bringing out a saucer and cup and filling it with Hermione’s favorite tea. Hermione looked about the room, noting the new kitchen table and the clock. The family clock was always a staple in the Weasley household. Every Weasley was on it. Except now it was different. Charlie’s hand had a white line on it. Fred’s hand was gone. But when she counted, she counted eleven hands. That can’t be right. She looked at each one and finally her eyes fell on the answer. Fleur’s hand was matched with Bill’s, both at work. Harry’s hand was at home, while Ginny’s was at work. Right next to Harry’s hand on the home part was a hand for Hermione. Her eyes misted over, she couldn’t believe that after everything, they still thought of her as family.

Molly noticed the tears and followed her line of sight. She sighed at the young girl that she thought of as her daughter. Still mad at Charlie for what he did to her, well his loss. She sat down across from the curly haired brunette, taking her hand in her own and holding it for comfort.

“What’s the white mark on Charlie’s mean?” Hermione sniffled as she wiped her eyes on her sleeve and looked at the Weasley matriarch.

“Oh, that, well… it means that he… well it’s difficult to explain. See when he…”

“Oh, just tell her Mum,” George shouted from behind the kitchen door.

“Well, you see we were able to forgive Percy because he apologized, but Charlie, well he never apologized for what he did to you, and that is something we cannot forgive. So, he has a strike against him. We haven’t exactly figured out what the punishment is, but Arthur wants to stick with the American phrase, “three strikes and you’re out,” just because he is going through an obsession with all things American right now. Hopefully, it passes soon,” she was babbling and they both knew it. The two women looked at each other and smiled.

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“So, how’s tricks?” Draco asked as he sashayed into her office on Monday morning. She looked up at him and blushed at the memory of how she acted that night.

“Fine,” she muttered into her report.

“That doesn’t look fine. Your nose is buried deeper in that report than normal, and on top of that you won’t look at me.” She glanced up at him to humor him and gasped when she did. He looked so much like his father. Why oh why was she so stupid? It would never work out between the two of them. She was right to have sent him home; they were far too different. She would simply blame it on the alcohol and end things there. Yeah, right, keep telling yourself that, a voice piped in the back of her mind. She heaved a heavy sigh and thunked her head down onto her desk.

“I just don’t know what to do, Draco.”

“You seemed to know what you wanted the other night. I’m not understanding the problem,” he chuckled at her wacky behavior as he sat down in the chair across from her desk. “You just need to get your mind off of everything. How about we go to that new club in Diagon Alley, Dragon. I like the name, it must be good based on that alone,” he stated cockily. She groaned from her position on the desk.

“I don’t wanna,” she whined.

“Oh, you’re gonna, and I’ll tell you something else, you’re gonna like it. Oh gods, now I sound like some lowlife or something. Look what you’re doing to me, Granger. Gah! I will pick you up at seven. You will dress to kill, you will have fun and you will go. That is an order.” She didn’t look up, but she heard the door shut upon his departure and she released a sigh of relief. She really didn’t want to go tonight. But she needed to stop thinking about a certain tall, blonde and handsome pureblood. It would just end in heartbreak, just like last time. If she couldn’t even keep Charlie Weasley happy, a man only seven years older than her, then how on earth could she keep a man of Lucius’ life experience and stature happy? It was quite simply hopeless.

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He popped through her floo at quarter past seven. He was met with the sight of a pouty and angry Hermione sitting on her couch, looking stunning in a short, snug red number that showed everything to perfection. Her high heels accented the outfit perfectly.

“Good job, you look perfect. Now get your tiny bum up and lets get going,” he said grinning as he walked over with his hand outstretched to pull her up off the couch.

“I just want to put it out there so I’m on the record for having said that I don’t want to go out. I am not in a good mood for being at a club, so if you have no fun, no blaming me because I warned you.”

“Oh, I’ll have fun, no need to worry about me,” he said mysteriously. He grabbed a handful of floo powder from the mantle and threw it into the flames, shouting “Dragon” clearly and concisely. He then proceeded to grab Hermione by the wrist and shove her into the fire.

She fell to the ground. A pair of boots came into her line of sight.

“Thanks a lot for that Draco. Real nice, you know I am a human being; you could act like it once in a while. Now help me up,” she demanded as she felt a pair of strong arms pick her up and place her on her feet. When she looked up her eyes met the familiar eyes of Lucius Malfoy and the realization hit her, she’d been set up again.

“Damn it, how did I not see this coming again? I’m supposed to be the smartest witch of my age. How do I keep falling for this? Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

“I believe that you need to stop talking,” he growled in a menacing tone. She gave him a smartass look and quickly found her self tied to his bed, completely trapped and at the mercy of Lucius Malfoy. She felt a warm gush and groaned at herself. There was no way she was getting out of this. She was screwed. Hopefully.

He smirked at the curly haired witch who was currently tied to his bed in a most compromising position.

“Now, witch, you have greatly wronged me and offended my delicate sensibilities. What do you have to say for yourself?” he questioned as he stood at the foot of the rather large and hedonistic bed. Lucius Malfoy spared no expense when it came to his bedchamber or himself. What he wanted he got, and right now he wanted a certain Muggleborn witch who was currently attempting to use wandless magic to get out of the silk ties that held her to the bed. He smirked, she wouldn’t be leaving till he let her, and that wouldn’t happen until she agreed to stay with him and not dump him in his foyer like a dirty dishrag. She would be his, no matter what it took.

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Draco stared at the fireplace through which he had just shoved his good friend, Hermione Granger.
“Maybe I should just check real quick to see if she’s okay,” he murmured to himself. “Nah, she’s fine, he’ll take care of her. I can see it in his eyes, he cares too much about her, even if he won’t admit it.” He shrugged and grabbed another handful of floo powder, throwing it into the fire, and shouting out his destination: home.

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She stared at him, wondering what he was going to do. The smirk he was giving her was slowly starting to scare her. He turned and walked slowly over to his bureau, pulling open the tope drawer and reaching in. His hand came back out with a feather clutched in it. She gasped at the realization of what he was going to do.

He walked back towards her tied figure on the bed, twirling the feather against his palm.

“Now, whatever will I do with a beautiful but bad woman tied to my bed in such a position. Ahh, yes, I know.” He reached behind his back, retrieving his wand, pointing it at her and slowly divesting her of every article of clothing she was wearing. When her underwear was removed, he could see her chestnut curls, and the scent of her filled the air around him. He breathed in and groaned at the memory of how hot she was the last time they engaged. Gods, he just wanted to take her now.

She watched him take a deep breath and felt herself go hot as his chest pushed out, remembering his body thrusting above hers, bringing her into complete ecstasy. This was over before it even started. There was no way she was going to leave him, not with the memory so fresh in her mind and the fact that it had been next to impossible for her to send him away in the first place and for her to stay away. She could feel his heated stare on her bare skin.

He watched the flush that creped up over her skin. She was so innocent and yet, he knew the truth, she was a lioness. Oh, he was definitely going to have fun with this.

“You have been a very naughty girl Hermione. Do you know why?” he asked as he lithely climbed onto the bed, crawling towards her like a predator towards its prey. He looked into her glazed eyes and smirked.

She gazed upon him, not even hearing the words the came out of his mouth, simply entranced by his movements. Even on a squishy, soft mattress the man was still full of power and grace and strength.

“Do you know why?” he asked again, a hint of annoyance dripping from his velvety voice.

She blinked her eyes and shook her head, trying to knock the Lucius induced cobwebs that filled her brain loose.

“Well, then I will enlighten you as to why. You left me, sent me away and dumped me in my foyer for my elves to take care of. That is not something I take lightly. You not only hurt me, but my pride and that deserves something,” he said angrily, dragging the feather down her silky side. She erupted into laughter as the feather tickled her. He traced the outside of her breast with the feathery tip, gently brushing the soft down against her skin, enticing her and yet tickling her.

The feather danced over her pale alabaster skin, raising goose pimples all over her body. He flicked his thumb over one of her hardened nipples, while brushing the feather over the other. Competing feelings, she couldn’t decide which one was better. His gaze burned her body. He brought the feather down to her legs, dancing it up one leg and down the other. Lifting her leg and resting it against his shoulder, her brushed the feather across the back of her knee. She released a loud squeal that made him glad that he remembered the silencing charms. He held her wiggling body down as he continued to sweetly torture her with the feather.

His hand slowly made its way up the inside of her thigh. The feather tickling more and more the farther up he went. She gasped when she realized what he was going to do next. She snapped her eyes shut, only to have a growl meet her ears.

“Open your eyes, I want you to watch what I do to you.” She slowly opened her eyes, terrified to see what his face held, especially with the hint of anger in his voice. However, his face held a sense of calm and a hint of happiness. His eyes were focused on her core and she shivered at his intense stare. He brushed the feather over her heat and she jumped at the odd sensation. He traced his fingers around her catching her arousal on his fingertips. He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers, groaning at the flavor and reminder of the essence that was Hermione.

His thumb brushed her clit and she groaned at the familiar sensation. He inserted his middle finger into her hot center; she was so tight. His other hand dropped the feather and he moved back on the bed, dipping his head to the center of her universe, taking her into his mouth. A long deep moan was emitted from her. He added another finger, stretching her around him. His mouth brought her untold pleasures and she could feel her body building with the pleasure. She was so close, it would just take a little bit more. But he pulled away and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. She looked at him with wide glazed eyes.

“I feel rather famished. I could you some nourishment,” he said lazily, glancing back at her and smirking. He was torturing her. His hands clapped together and a small elf appeared before them with a tray, and it quickly popped away as soon as its master took the tray.

“This is just what I was craving. House elves are just so intuitive, one of the many very handy things about them. He turned back to see her wiggling her body on the bed, trying to bring herself pleasure. He chuckled, the only way she would get pleasure would be to agree with him and it would definitely take more convincing from him before that happened. He smirked with the thought.

He placed the tray on the bed and scooted back towards her body. She looked down at the absolutely necessary tray and saw a delightful spread made up of strawberries, bananas, pineapple, and a large bowl of chocolate.

He dipped his long fingers into the chocolate, pulling them out and watching the chocolate drizzle back into the bowl. His hand moved towards her body and she shivered with expectation. She closed her eyes so she could simply feel the delicious sensation of his fingers tracing her body. He placed his fingers below her collarbone and drew them down her body. Then he slid them sideways across her stomach just below her belly button. He pulled back and looked at his handiwork, a broad grin covered his face. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at her body. A large “L” covered her torso.

He reached to the tray again and came back with a tiny paintbrush. He dipped it into the chocolate and proceeded to carefully paint tiny “M’s” all over her. The bristles brushed against her skin with a tantalizing sensation, teasing her constantly. This was pure torture. Each brush stroke made her long for him to actually touch her. His hand was so close to her skin and yet he wouldn’t touch her, he simply painted her body with the brush. She whimpered with each new brush stroke. Her arousal was at new heights.

When her whole body was covered in the tiny letters, he placed the brush back onto the tray, while simultaneously lifting the bowl up and over to her body. He drizzled the rest of the chocolate at her center. He brushed the last dregs onto his finger and painted her lips with the sweet concoction. Bending forward he captured her sweet lips with his licking the chocolate off and stroking her tongue with his. He pulled back and placed the bowl back on the tray.

Moving back to her body he slowly and methodically licked every single mark of chocolate from her skin. His tongue met her skin, second after second, minute after minute. The rough pad of his tongue brushed her skin, sending shivers through her spine. It wasn’t till he took the first swipe of the chocolate pooling between her thighs that she cried out.

“Lucius, Please!” Her hand descended upon his head, digging into his silky locks. He smirked, she was almost there, just a little bit more and she would undeniably be his. He licked her center, sucking her clit gently into his mouth. He pulled up her body, hips meeting hips, chest meeting chest. His eyes stared down into her chocolate sweet depths. He gripped himself in his hand palcing it at her entrance.

“Say it. You know what I want to hear. Say it.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head.

“I won’t go any farther until you admit what you know and what I know. You are mine. Say it,” he said with a growl, brushing his cock against her hot core. She moaned at the exquisite sensation. He was trying to kill her. Kill her with pleasure. She shook her head in the universal sign of no. She couldn’t open her mouth if she did she might say what he wanted.

“Say it,” he demanded, sliding the head of his cock into her just barely, just enough for her to feel him beginning to stretch her around him.

“Oh, gods, yes, I’m yours, Lucius. I’m yours. Now move,” she shouted as she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him into her body.

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Okay, there's the next part. I think I'm gonna do another chapter at least, maybe two more.
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