The legacy of the Diary
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Adult ++
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30
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9,242
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Malfoy Manor
Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan
Chapter 24 – Malfoy Manor
“What the hell am I doing here?” Stunned, Hermione gazed around the ornate marble hall. She knew instantly where she was though she had never been to Malfoy Manor before.
“Welcome to my home, Hermione. Now maybe we can talk properly.”
Hermione closed her eyes, slipped the oil bottle she still held into a pocket and balled her fists by her side. But after a few seconds of concentration she realised that apparating was not going to work.
“I’m sorry, my dear, but I rather foresaw that move and placed a charm on the Manor. You see, I don’t want you to leave just yet.” He took hold of her hands and pulled her round to face him. Her hands relaxed at his touch though she was still angry and confused.
“Malfoy! You can’t do this to me!”
“Oh dear, calling me ‘Malfoy’ again? Hermione I just want us to talk – you’ve never really given me that chance.”
“But I can’t stay here, I have to get back.”
“I’m sure nobody will miss you for a little while. Not even Severus. Now come my dear – let me give you a tour!”
Lucius dropped one of Hermione’s hands but still holding on to the other he led her off through a doorway and into a vast room. The grandeur of the place stunned Hermione, it was second in its vastness only to Hogwarts but was far more homely and comfortable being a manor rather than a castle. Ancient tapestries and paintings hung on every wall and the highly polished hardwood floors wore a patchwork of carpets and hand stitched rugs. Hermione was astounded by the rich colours and textures, the glitter of silverware and the dazzle of candles set into crystal chandeliers. Her jaw dropped.
“It’s incredible.”
“It was all Narcissa’s work. She had a very good eye, and that combined with my money, well…” Lucius trailed off embarrassed that he had mentioned Narcissa in Hermione’s presence.
Hermione could see, however that Lucius was incredibly proud of his home and said nothing.
“So then, this is the drawing room…” He continued to talk like an estate agent marketing a property a he led Hermione through a series of downstairs rooms, dining room, music room, billiard room, lounges, a vast ballroom and finally into a library and study. “My own personal domain.” He announced proudly.
Hermione could see the subtle differences, there were no flowers here. The furnishings were upholstered in green leather rather than fabric and instead of pictures, the walls were lined with bookshelves. A grand desk dominated one side of the room while the other side was furnished with a settee and two wing chairs either side of a black granite fireplace.
“Please, my dear, do sit down.” He beckoned Hermione to the green leather sofa then settled himself in one of the wing chairs, resting his cane against the wall.
“Drink?” His tone was overly hospitable as he picked up a decanter from the side table beside him.
“Ok, you’ve impressed me with your vast home, now what?”
“I just hoped we might spend some time alone together. Without any other wizards interrupting.” He smirked and Hermione knew he was referring to the duel. “Besides, I haven’t shown you the bedrooms yet.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little unfair? Shouldn’t we wait until you and Severus have your little duel!” Hermione’s voice was a mixture of anger and sarcasm but in the back of her mind she could not help but think about what Lucius had told her about the oil.
“Now, now, my dear, sarcasm does not suit you, despite your teaching qualifications.” He handed her a drink – a well aged Scotch which she cradled as she inhaled its rich scent.
The two sat in silence for some moments, sipping their drink and contemplating their next move. Hermione could hear a clock ticking, house elves scurrying somewhere in the distance and then, from somewhere below her, a faint scream. Lucius rapidly broke the silence.
“Well, you needn’t worry, the oil was only a temporary portkey. You’re welcome to take it home with you, no strings attached – well, apart from it’s obvious magical strings.”
“Thank you, but I think I’d better try giving up massage oil for a while, don’t you?” Hermione smiled sombrely, gazing at the bottle which she pulled out from her pocket.
Lucius got up and came to sit on the sofa at the opposite end from Hermione but turned his whole body to face her. “So did you really not know what the oil did?”
“I had an idea. I thought it put a spell on the user. I thought it made you appear somehow, whether the user wanted you to or not.” Hermione answered choosing not to look at Lucius, but instead staring straight into the fireplace.
“But you did want me to – that’s how it works.”
“I know – you told me that. It’s just a little hard to take in.” She turned to look at him. “You said it was a summoning charm and like a truth potion, showing the user their heart’s desire. What else does it do?”
“It’s a complex formulation, I’ve had my best dark arts experts working on it for some time.”
“So is it a dark potion?”
“No, not really, but something with such complex uses would not normally be readily available.”
“But how did you know that I wanted you? Surely it could easily have made me see Severus and summoned him to me?” Hermione looked at Lucius puzzled.
“I knew, from that first night in the Room of Requirement. You belong to me, Hermione…”
“I belong to no one!” Hermione snapped back and faced the fireplace again.
Lucius slid along the smooth green leather towards her and reached out his hand to her face, turning it back to face him. She resisted and turned her head away from him.
Lucius grasped her jaw firmly in his hand and pulled it round towards his own and leaning forward his mouth met hers, struggling and objecting at first then slowly relenting and relaxing into the kiss. He broke the kiss off.
“You know I like it when you struggle!”
This time it was Hermione who lunged forward at the blond wizard, their mouths meeting again in wild frenzy. He slid a hand inside her clothes feeling the goosepimples on her bare torso, prickle under his touch. He withdrew his hand, still kissing her, he slid up the loose full skirt she wore, exposing a creamy white thigh. Quickly and sharply he slapped it, Hermione gasped within the kiss and softly moaned.
“You belong to me.” He repeated then slapped her again. “Say it!”
He pulled his mouth away but Hermione shook her head. “Say it!” He shouted and slapped the thigh again, a red hand mark rising under his palm.”
He bent down and kissed the thigh and this time whispered so that she could feel his breath on her skin. “Say. It.”
“I belong to you.” A tear escaped Hermione’s eye as the words tumbled quietly from her lips. But the tear was not one of remorse at being so easily coerced but rather at the knowledge that the statement was true and that there was little she could do about it.
Lucius kissed her thigh again. “Good girl.” He whispered then continued to kiss her flesh, grasping her hips and pulling her round onto the sofa towards him so that she was almost lying down, her head on the green leather arm. He kissed, higher and higher up her thigh until he reached white cotton. “My, my, white cotton, how virginal – take them off!” The last utterance was an order barked at her. Quickly she slipped out of the pure white knickers. Grasping them from her, Lucius cast them into the fireplace where they burst into a red flame then disappeared.
“Never wear them again!”
“Well, I hardly can now!” Hermione joked.
Hands back on her hips Lucius dug his perfectly manicured nails into her buttocks to show her he was not in a joking mood.
“Never wear any again!” He said in a serious tone before bending over Hermione and kissing and nestling into the tiny soft curls of pubic hair.
Hermione moaned and pushed her hips forward at which Lucius pulled her even closer reaching into her with his tongue, searching out her most sensitive flesh and beginning to make small circles with his dextrous tongue.
Hermione could feel the sensations within her spiralling and she began to pant and moan. “Please..” She began to beg but was rewarded with a slap to the thigh in answer.
A bead of sweat broke on her forehead as she began to move her hips rhythmically to Lucius’ movements. Part of her could not bear it any longer and another part of her was relishing the exquisite feelings coursing through her body. Just a few. More. Seconds…
Suddenly Lucius sat up and looked at Hermione.
“Well, how rude of me – I haven’t shown you the bedrooms yet have I?”
He smirked down at Hermione, knowing he had brought her to the brink of explosive ecstasy and that his stopping must have driven her mad. He stood, his own arousal clearly evident then bent down and scooped Hermione up in his arms and carried her out of the study towards his bedroom.
By Luciusfan
Chapter 24 – Malfoy Manor
“What the hell am I doing here?” Stunned, Hermione gazed around the ornate marble hall. She knew instantly where she was though she had never been to Malfoy Manor before.
“Welcome to my home, Hermione. Now maybe we can talk properly.”
Hermione closed her eyes, slipped the oil bottle she still held into a pocket and balled her fists by her side. But after a few seconds of concentration she realised that apparating was not going to work.
“I’m sorry, my dear, but I rather foresaw that move and placed a charm on the Manor. You see, I don’t want you to leave just yet.” He took hold of her hands and pulled her round to face him. Her hands relaxed at his touch though she was still angry and confused.
“Malfoy! You can’t do this to me!”
“Oh dear, calling me ‘Malfoy’ again? Hermione I just want us to talk – you’ve never really given me that chance.”
“But I can’t stay here, I have to get back.”
“I’m sure nobody will miss you for a little while. Not even Severus. Now come my dear – let me give you a tour!”
Lucius dropped one of Hermione’s hands but still holding on to the other he led her off through a doorway and into a vast room. The grandeur of the place stunned Hermione, it was second in its vastness only to Hogwarts but was far more homely and comfortable being a manor rather than a castle. Ancient tapestries and paintings hung on every wall and the highly polished hardwood floors wore a patchwork of carpets and hand stitched rugs. Hermione was astounded by the rich colours and textures, the glitter of silverware and the dazzle of candles set into crystal chandeliers. Her jaw dropped.
“It’s incredible.”
“It was all Narcissa’s work. She had a very good eye, and that combined with my money, well…” Lucius trailed off embarrassed that he had mentioned Narcissa in Hermione’s presence.
Hermione could see, however that Lucius was incredibly proud of his home and said nothing.
“So then, this is the drawing room…” He continued to talk like an estate agent marketing a property a he led Hermione through a series of downstairs rooms, dining room, music room, billiard room, lounges, a vast ballroom and finally into a library and study. “My own personal domain.” He announced proudly.
Hermione could see the subtle differences, there were no flowers here. The furnishings were upholstered in green leather rather than fabric and instead of pictures, the walls were lined with bookshelves. A grand desk dominated one side of the room while the other side was furnished with a settee and two wing chairs either side of a black granite fireplace.
“Please, my dear, do sit down.” He beckoned Hermione to the green leather sofa then settled himself in one of the wing chairs, resting his cane against the wall.
“Drink?” His tone was overly hospitable as he picked up a decanter from the side table beside him.
“Ok, you’ve impressed me with your vast home, now what?”
“I just hoped we might spend some time alone together. Without any other wizards interrupting.” He smirked and Hermione knew he was referring to the duel. “Besides, I haven’t shown you the bedrooms yet.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little unfair? Shouldn’t we wait until you and Severus have your little duel!” Hermione’s voice was a mixture of anger and sarcasm but in the back of her mind she could not help but think about what Lucius had told her about the oil.
“Now, now, my dear, sarcasm does not suit you, despite your teaching qualifications.” He handed her a drink – a well aged Scotch which she cradled as she inhaled its rich scent.
The two sat in silence for some moments, sipping their drink and contemplating their next move. Hermione could hear a clock ticking, house elves scurrying somewhere in the distance and then, from somewhere below her, a faint scream. Lucius rapidly broke the silence.
“Well, you needn’t worry, the oil was only a temporary portkey. You’re welcome to take it home with you, no strings attached – well, apart from it’s obvious magical strings.”
“Thank you, but I think I’d better try giving up massage oil for a while, don’t you?” Hermione smiled sombrely, gazing at the bottle which she pulled out from her pocket.
Lucius got up and came to sit on the sofa at the opposite end from Hermione but turned his whole body to face her. “So did you really not know what the oil did?”
“I had an idea. I thought it put a spell on the user. I thought it made you appear somehow, whether the user wanted you to or not.” Hermione answered choosing not to look at Lucius, but instead staring straight into the fireplace.
“But you did want me to – that’s how it works.”
“I know – you told me that. It’s just a little hard to take in.” She turned to look at him. “You said it was a summoning charm and like a truth potion, showing the user their heart’s desire. What else does it do?”
“It’s a complex formulation, I’ve had my best dark arts experts working on it for some time.”
“So is it a dark potion?”
“No, not really, but something with such complex uses would not normally be readily available.”
“But how did you know that I wanted you? Surely it could easily have made me see Severus and summoned him to me?” Hermione looked at Lucius puzzled.
“I knew, from that first night in the Room of Requirement. You belong to me, Hermione…”
“I belong to no one!” Hermione snapped back and faced the fireplace again.
Lucius slid along the smooth green leather towards her and reached out his hand to her face, turning it back to face him. She resisted and turned her head away from him.
Lucius grasped her jaw firmly in his hand and pulled it round towards his own and leaning forward his mouth met hers, struggling and objecting at first then slowly relenting and relaxing into the kiss. He broke the kiss off.
“You know I like it when you struggle!”
This time it was Hermione who lunged forward at the blond wizard, their mouths meeting again in wild frenzy. He slid a hand inside her clothes feeling the goosepimples on her bare torso, prickle under his touch. He withdrew his hand, still kissing her, he slid up the loose full skirt she wore, exposing a creamy white thigh. Quickly and sharply he slapped it, Hermione gasped within the kiss and softly moaned.
“You belong to me.” He repeated then slapped her again. “Say it!”
He pulled his mouth away but Hermione shook her head. “Say it!” He shouted and slapped the thigh again, a red hand mark rising under his palm.”
He bent down and kissed the thigh and this time whispered so that she could feel his breath on her skin. “Say. It.”
“I belong to you.” A tear escaped Hermione’s eye as the words tumbled quietly from her lips. But the tear was not one of remorse at being so easily coerced but rather at the knowledge that the statement was true and that there was little she could do about it.
Lucius kissed her thigh again. “Good girl.” He whispered then continued to kiss her flesh, grasping her hips and pulling her round onto the sofa towards him so that she was almost lying down, her head on the green leather arm. He kissed, higher and higher up her thigh until he reached white cotton. “My, my, white cotton, how virginal – take them off!” The last utterance was an order barked at her. Quickly she slipped out of the pure white knickers. Grasping them from her, Lucius cast them into the fireplace where they burst into a red flame then disappeared.
“Never wear them again!”
“Well, I hardly can now!” Hermione joked.
Hands back on her hips Lucius dug his perfectly manicured nails into her buttocks to show her he was not in a joking mood.
“Never wear any again!” He said in a serious tone before bending over Hermione and kissing and nestling into the tiny soft curls of pubic hair.
Hermione moaned and pushed her hips forward at which Lucius pulled her even closer reaching into her with his tongue, searching out her most sensitive flesh and beginning to make small circles with his dextrous tongue.
Hermione could feel the sensations within her spiralling and she began to pant and moan. “Please..” She began to beg but was rewarded with a slap to the thigh in answer.
A bead of sweat broke on her forehead as she began to move her hips rhythmically to Lucius’ movements. Part of her could not bear it any longer and another part of her was relishing the exquisite feelings coursing through her body. Just a few. More. Seconds…
Suddenly Lucius sat up and looked at Hermione.
“Well, how rude of me – I haven’t shown you the bedrooms yet have I?”
He smirked down at Hermione, knowing he had brought her to the brink of explosive ecstasy and that his stopping must have driven her mad. He stood, his own arousal clearly evident then bent down and scooped Hermione up in his arms and carried her out of the study towards his bedroom.