To The Devil's Doorstep

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Chapter 22
Answers & Questions


Dumbledore wanted answers, and Lucius wanted answers. But Hermione wasn’t sure she could give them the reasoning. It had to be because of the spell and the fact that he had her perform it on him too.

“Why don’t we all sit down and get comfortable. I’d like to hear this story from the beginning. The whole story Miss Granger, please?” Dumbledore said while taking a seat in an armchair.

Lucius sat in an opposite armchair with Hermione just standing there in between the two. Gods, you could feel the anticipation in the air.

“Well, Professor, I already told you how I got the coordinates. What exactly more do you need to know?” Hermione asked, rather meekly.

“Miss Granger, I’d like to know what kind of things have been going on at the prestigious Malfoy Manor during your stay there.” he replied.

Lucius sat there looking at Hermione, wondering how much she would tell. Would she tell of the intimate details of his son having at her? Would she go into details about their couplings? And Merlin’s Beard, would she tell him of the binding? He began to look a bit apprehensive.

“Lucius don’t look so uneasy. Miss Granger is of legal age and as long as it wasn’t done against her wishes, she may do as she likes.” Dumbledore said to the man.

“Then I shall start at the beginning Professor. Upon arriving at the manor I was told what my job was supposed to be, in no uncertain terms. At the thought of it, it made me feel quite dirty really, but I was, as you know, resigned to the idea already. I have had shall we say … dalliances with both Lucius and Draco. Dalliances that continued until the night that Lucius came back from a summons nearly dead. As you also know Professor, I am studying to be a Spells Mistress, so I quickly used some of my own modified spells to heal Lucius. After that my job was to be his nursemaid.”

Lucius looked at her in shock. She was going to tell the whole thing. Bloody Gryffindors. She returned his gaze with one of her own, but not shock. She gazed at him with deep caring in her eyes. He could get lost in those amber eyes forever.

She went back into her story, telling of Lucius not really needing a nursemaid.

Here Lucius interrupted.

“Hermione, the only reason I didn’t need you to nurse me was because you did such a good job of healing me in the first place.” Lucius said.

“I know. I’m not called the brightest with of the age for nothing Lucius. I know that with the help of Severus’ blood replenishing potion that you would be fine. But I do have to admit that I kind of used as a lab test with one of the spells to cure you, the Intestina renovo spell has never been used on a human before. But apparently, it’s quite the success considering…” Here she stopped and blushed at the thought of how he got her in the bath. She smiled at the thought before finishing the rest of her story.

The rest, regarding the apparition and all was mostly for Lucius, considering he had no idea how Hermione had found the stronghold. Here, Dumbledore cleared his throat, to get the couple’s attention.

“Excuse me, but I would like to ask a question.” Dumbledore said.

“Certainly sir.” Hermione replied.

“Exactly what kind of binding spell did you both use on each other to have such far-reaching results?” the older man asked politely.

Lucius looked at Hermione, who was about to reply. He stopped her by putting his hand on her arm, which sent waves of passion through her. She looked up at this handsome man and saw the look in his eyes. He wanted to tell the Headmaster.

“We used the Corpus Modus Enim Vita spell. And I know that you are thinking that I was using her Dumbledore, but she completely agreed and … I took the mark from her also.”

“You both knew beforehand what a powerful binding that is, therefore, you both knew what you were getting into. It helps explain the connection. With a binding that strong one partner can feel the other partner. Their whereabouts, their feelings, almost anything if they will it hard enough. That would explain why Hermione knew where you were and it would explain how she could apparate out of your manor Lucius.” Dumbledore said calmly.

“You apparated out of the manor Hermione?” Lucius turned to look at her as he asked.

“Yes, because I had enough of your magical signature for the anti-apparition wards to recognize me as a Malfoy.” she told him.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again to get their attention.

“I must be heading to the ministry. There will be a lot of questions that need answers. If you’ll both excuse me, you can both back home now.” Dumbledore said.

Hermione stepped forward quickly. “Sir, could you leave out the binding part? I’d like to tell that when we feel it’s right.”

“Yes Miss Granger, I’m sure I could get away with saying something else. Not an all out lie but something suitable.” he said.

“Thank you Professor.” Hermione replied, rushing over to give the older gentleman a quick hug.

“As I said, you may both go. And your quite welcome Hermione.”

With that, the Headmaster apparated out the old manor to go to the ministry.

Lucius took Hermione’s arm and they side-along apparated to Malfoy Manor’s front gates.

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Draco was having the ultimate fit at finding out Granger had somehow gotten out of the manor. He had kicked three house elves and smashed everything that could be smashed in his study. He didn’t hear the claps of apparition as his father and Granger arrived at the front gates. He poured himself a very large glass of firewhiskey and downed it in one gulp. He let out a long breath and poured another, downing that one just as quickly. He poured a third and took nips off it as he began to repair his rooms.

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“Hermione, my lovely pet, this is the way you should have been escorted into Malfoy Manor. I should have personally come down and walked you to the house. You such a treasure, we never should have treated you the way we did. But hindsight being what it is, all I can do now is apologize.” Lucius told her as they walked up to the manor door.

He began pointing out flowers that had been planted by his mother long ago. They were mostly exotics that you could only find in rare places.

“Lucius, do you think Draco has found that I am gone yet?”

“I’m quite sure he has. We’ve both been gone for hours. Why do you ask pet?”

“I’m just certain that he’ll be in a right fit about it is all.”

“Yes love, that’s probably true. But he can’t say much when you are on the arm of his father.” He winked at her conspiratorially.

She laughed and snuggled into the crook of his arm.

They were almost at the front door to the manor and they didn’t quite now what to expect from Draco. They both pulled out their wands to be ready for anything and opened the door. There was nothing amiss.

“He must be elsewhere. Shall we make the best of the situation? We are alone in the house.” Lucius said to Hermione provocatively, while pulling her along the hallway.

Hermione laughed, but she knew she would let Lucius Malfoy pull her anywhere. Lucius stopped and put her up against a wall in the entrance. He started kissing her fervently, while she let her hands roam anywhere she could reach. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him, feeling his hard cock against her.


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Draco heard the wards for the house being dissolved, which meant his father was home. He was probably at some all night revel getting his brains shagged out.

Draco left his rooms in the shambles they had become since finding Granger missing, to go downstairs and greet his father. He would do so out of respect, but he still hadn’t forgiven him for taking Granger as his own.

Imagine his surprise when he came down the stairs and saw his father and Hermione up against the wall, snogging like there was no tomorrow.

“Well father, so nice to see you.” Draco said loudly, interrupting the couple.

Lucius stopped kissing Hermione and gently placed her back on the floor. Hermione didn’t hide behind Lucius, but rather stood next to him. She could take anything Draco could put out and she intended on showing Lucius just that. He couldn’t send her out of the room every time Draco wanted to discuss his current hatred for her.

“Thank you for the welcome Draco” Lucius replied.

“I see you’ve also found ‘our’ runaway slave. Very well done indeed.”

“I’ve told you before Draco…”

“Yes Father, I know. She’s not ‘our’ slave anymore, just yours. I got the message.”

“Draco, you and I must have a conversation soon. But for right now, I would be more than glad for a glass of brandy to celebrate.”

“What are we celebrating?” Draco asked suspiciously, thinking they had decided to marry or some such rubbish.

“The death of the Dark Lord” Hermione said, as Lucius walked toward the sitting room.

When Lucius appeared to turn into the sitting room Draco walked up to Hermione and pinned her against the wall. He brought his mouth close to her ear.

“Remember mudblood, I may not be able to touch you anymore in a sexual way, but I can still hurt you bitch.” Draco whispered menacingly in her ear.

Hermione quickly drew her wand (she had put it away as she and Lucius had entered) and pointed it directly at Draco.

“Petrificus totalus.” Hermione said. She had paralyzed every part of Draco.

She pushed him over so he landed on the floor. She wanted equal footing as she said what she wanted to say.

“Draco, you rotten little ferret, if you ever threaten me again you will think this spell is nothing. I know how to turn your testicles into shrivelfigs; I can turn your penis into a vegetable to be used in a summer salad. Do not fuck with me.” Hermione told him through gritted teeth.

“I’m going to leave you lay there for awhile and think about what I said. I believe I’d love a snifter of brandy with you father.”

Draco lay on the floor paralyzed, thinking about what she said. He knew she could do the things she said, of that he had no doubt. Maybe it was time to call a truce between his father, Hermione and himself.
Gods be damned, he wished he paid better attention at non-verbal spells.

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Hermione joined Lucius in the sitting room, walking over to the decanter to pour herself a glass of brandy. Lucius had been listening in on the words that both of them had said. He was quite surprised that the witch had some definite Slytherin in her.

“Are you alright Hermione?” Lucius asked her politely, knowing that his son was lying in the entranceway petrified.

“I’m just fine love. I’m so happy that Voldemort’s reign is over.”

“As am I pet, now I can ask to properly court you.” Lucius said.

Hermione turned abruptly, almost spilling some of the brandy that was in her snifter.

“What do you mean court me properly love?” Hermione said.

“You know, start over. Ask you to dinner a few times, eventually coming to your place for a nightcap maybe.” he said to her surprised expression.

“Start over? I think not Lucius Malfoy. We have been through a great deal together and I don’t intend to start from the beginning now.” Hermione told a bit haughtily.

Then something he said dawned on her.

“And coming to my place? Well, isn’t that a bit redundant. I do live here after all. I am still under the slavery contract.”

“No my pet, you are hereby release from the slavery contract. Your services are no longer needed by the household.” Lucius said as magic swirled around them, releasing the binding of the contract.

“But Lucius, you don’t understand. I left my flat when I was called here. I have nowhere else to go but to Harry’s. And you won’t be able to court me there. All you’d get is scowls and usually a tongue lashing.”

“So you want to stay here, even after what happened in the hallway?”

“How do you know about that?” she asked him.

“I mean Draco catching us. Why did something else happen?” he asked her.

“Well, since it is your manor, I may as well tell you. Draco threatened me with physical violence so I threatened him right back. He’s lying in the entranceway right now if you’d like to reverse the Petrificus Totalus. I can handle my own Lucius.” Hermione told him straight out.

“I know you can love. Hermione I have a serious question to ask you.”

“What is it, love?”

“Hermione, my intentions towards you are to make you my wife. I don’t want to move too quickly for you, yet I know that every day you’re not by my side will be like living hell. Do you want to stay here Hermione? Do you want to share my bed?” he asked her quietly.

“Yes, I’d like to stay here Lucius. I will explain everything to my friends and if they don’t understand, then they weren’t truly friends to begin with. As for sharing your bed, love, I wouldn’t have it any other way. But are you willing to accept that I have my studies to become a Spells Mistress?” she replied.

“Of course, I want you to have the best education you can get.”

“Lucius, now it’s my turn to ask you a question.”

“Certainly, pet.”

“Think about me with all the will you have toward our relationship, please. And touch your neck where your mark is.”

Hermione pictured them both putting down their glasses and him sweeping her up and leading them up the stairs to their rooms. He laid her gently on the bed and swished his wand to remove her clothing. She looked like a goddess lying there, her entire body a feast for him alone. She looked at him with burning passion and …

Lucius put down his snifter and took Hermione’s from her and proceeded to play out the rest of what he saw. He swept her into his arms and left the room, quickly casting a spell Draco’s way to unpetrify him and continuing to walk toward the stairs. This would be the first time since their binding that they had been together alone. And he was going to make it worth it.

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A/N: One more chapter, just an epilogue to tie up loose strings mostly. Hope you’ve enjoyed it so far. Please leave reviews, concrit, but no flames please.