Mrs.Malfoy

Author Note: WickedWitch invites you to the main event. Hermione Granger vs. Lucius Malfoy. Enjoy the show…immensely!

To see it first hand would conjure the words “a lion stalking her kill”. She slowly stepped around his chair and dared not to look directly at him. She even went so far as to place her hand delicately on his shoulder as if to entice him, to make him wonder. They say, “Smile, it makes people wonder what you’re up to.” Hermione took that little quip to heart. She rounded the front of the chair, conjured one of her own, sat upon it facing Lucius, looked straight into his eyes through her lashes, and smiled. It was the most devious, most evil, most delicious look.

“Lucius,” she purred tapping her claws on the mahogany wood on which she rested her arms. “I do believe that you would like some questions answered. Please go right ahead. I will entertain them.”

He narrowed his eyes and tried to glare at her, but it had no effect. “What did you mean Wenlock?”

Hermione’s smile grew. “I discovered something while you out charming Fudge and his minions. While you were gone, my parents were killed by some strange freak accident. The witnesses said that there was a man with long blonde hair that witnessed the event, however, he wasn’t to be found for questioning.”

Hermione reached for a tress of his hair while she continued. “I don’t suppose you could possibly know who that would be, would you? No, of course not. But whoever it was, they certainly gave me the blessing I could have never hoped for, but desperately wanted. You see, the executer of my parents estate managed to give me the contents of their last will and testament. Ah, I see by the look on you face that you hadn’t expected that to happen, did you? Well, for your information, my parents weren’t my parents. Oh no, my parents were killed shortly after I was born according to this.”

She summoned a rolled up parchment. “This is my family tree, Lucius. This is the Wenlock family tree. My birth parents were murdered by death eaters two weeks after I was born. I was sent to live with the Grangers. To my astonishment, a vault at Gringott’s had been set up for me, magically warded to prevent anyone else from knowing its existence or entering therein unless I allowed it. Wouldn’t you know, all this information about my true identity was stored there. That’s when I discovered that I was a Wenlock, the purest and oldest Wizarding family in Ireland.”

Lucius began to pale and swallow nervously. Oh yes, he knew about the Wenlocks. He also knew about their insatiable drive for revenge when wronged. “If you knew of this since September, then why not seek to divorce me sooner? It makes no sense.”

Hermione stood up and moved the chair from between her legs. She then leaned down to Lucius’ face close enough to kiss him if her lips puckered. “Then I wouldn’t have had the insurmountable pleasure of your company right now. Tell me, Lucius,” she said standing erect and walking to the table that was still laden with the utensils of torture of death, “What did Voldemort do that made you scream?”

His eyes widened. “I have no idea what you mean,” he said in a quivering voice.

“Oh, now now…There must have been at least one punishment that you absolutely craved among the many. Getting bitch slapped? Strapped down and beaten? Oh, I have it!”

Hermione lifted a long thick fireplace poker from the table and examined it closely. She then cast a spell to turn the tip red hot enough to glow. She turned to Lucius with glittering eyes.

“You like to be marked,” she said as she drove the poker tip into his arm right through the left eye of the snake that could still be seen there.

His scream echoed off the walls. The next second Hermione heard Rabastan’s laugh. “He enjoys hearing you in pain. I wonder why that is, Lucius. I suppose he takes after his father.”

“I am his father!”

Hermione set the poker down, shaking her head side to side slowly. “No, you are not. I’ve known that Severus was his father for quite some time. You sent me shopping for Rabastan and myself. While I was at Madam Malkin’s she asked if she was correct with her calculations of my being two months pregnant. The last time you forced your cock in me was only five weeks prior. You had been gone for almost a month before that. It had to be Severus’ child. I saw it in a dream. The child’s hair turned from blonde to black right before my eyes as if it were a charm. I’m sure Severus did that before he handed me the baby in the cave that day. It was to protect his son and his lover from the monster that controlled them.”

Lucius tried to lunge from his chair to no avail. Hermione took a instinctive step back, but then rebounded towards him. She leaned down to his ear and whispered, “That’s right, Lucius. I fucked him. How Dobby tells it, we licked maple syrup off each others bodies right from the kitchen table. And to think of all the meals you have ate there since. He touched me, Lucius. He touches me like I’ve never been touched before. His hands caress my flesh and I feel alive, a burning inside me that I cannot control.”

Lucius watched as her hands began to run themselves up and over her thighs and belly. She kept her place by his ear and continued, “He makes me scream his name, Lucius. Not if fear or pain, but in delectable ecstasy that consumes me. You could never do that for me. I believe you knew you could never satisfy a woman in such a way. The only way you could make her scream your name was to hurt her. Well, Lucius, pain can be a fickle thing. It might give you the control over another, or it might give them the unquenchable desire for revenge. I am the latter, in case you haven’t guessed.”

Lucius turned his head with his mouth opened wide and bit her cheek hard. She quickly recovered from the pain and withdrew her hand, bringing it down to crash on his cheek with an explosive force. His head whipped around. She walked over to the table and inspected all the instruments. She picked up the rusted blade he had held earlier then moved back to Lucius. With one quick and unexpected stroke, she slashed his stomach in much the same manner he did to her with the whip. She reached down, shoved a finger into the lacerations and rubbed it hard. “I can be a sick as you are, Lucius. What goes around comes around.”

She then withdrew her blood soaked finger and shoved it into his mouth. “Taste it, Lucius. Taste the fear that runs in your veins.”

She cleaned her fingers and went back to the table. She saw several pieces with which to brutalize and humiliate the man. However, something else came to her. She wanted revenge. She wanted him to feel every strike he made against her. Within the next second, a steaming teapot appeared on the table.

“Thank you, Dobby,” Hermione said to the air, knowing the house elf had her interests at heart. She picked up the teapot, an exact replica of the one she toppled a year ago, and looked at the fear in his eyes. The fear didn’t stop her. She cracked the teapot on top of his head, the water inside scalding him as it scalded her many months ago. He screamed again, the sound of which was the last straw for Hermione’s constraint.

“Screaming won’t get you anywhere, Malfoy! I can already tell I’m better than you! I didn’t scream when you did it to me. I never screamed! I took it! I took the degrading humiliation, the constant bruises, the endless rape! I TOOK IT! NOW YOU WILL TOO!”

*****

“I’m hungry.”

Harry sighed. “You’re always hungry, Ron. Hey, Remus, do you have anything on you?”

“No, I don’t. Severus?”

Severus shook his head.

“Oh for goodness sakes! Are you wizards or not?” Draco conjured a plate of sandwiches and cold water. The men sat in relative silence as they ate.

“She’s been in there forever and there hasn’t been a sound for quite sometime,” Harry said.

Remus nodded and looked at his wizard’s watch. “Yes, three and half hours now. She must have cast a silencing charm on the room.” Remus looked over to Severus again to catch the Potion Master’s lips just breaking a soft kiss on the child’s forehead. It was amazing to see the transformation. Remus was so used to this man being nasty, selfish, and hateful. He was looking at him in a new light; loving, gentle, and fathering. As Severus’ hair fell back away from his face, Remus could see the baby’s eyes were closed. He was asleep, his father having rocked him gently unnoticed by the others and kissed him goodnight.

“I’m sorry,” Remus said.

Severus lifted his face to meet Remus’. “What was that?”

Remus swallowed and shifted slightly, then continued, “I’m sorry, Severus. For everything that I…that we ever did to you. It wasn’t your fault that you were quiet and reclusive. You just wanted to be left alone. We never recognized that. We never recognized that you were a human being that just needed time. I see you now, Severus. You hold your son as if he was your savior. I see pride in your eyes and a love that goes beyond all understanding. I’m in awe of you and I am so very sorry for not seeing it sooner.”

Severus exhaled a breath that he seemingly had been holding in the deepest recesses of his gut for near on twenty years. With that breath, he muttered two words, “Thank you.”

Harry cleared his throat, but Severus didn’t let him speak. “When you have put enough feeling and heart felt sincerity into an apology as Remus has done, then you may apologize, Mr. Potter. In the meantime, I think we have left Hermione to her devices long enough.”

He stood up and handed the baby to Remus, much to the surprise of everyone in the small hallway. Here was Severus Snape, dedicated adversary to the man that transforms into a blood thirsty animal every month, handing over his child, an infant no less, to that same man. It was one of those type moments…when all the world seems right and at peace, and that the entire population of it could find no fault in each other. It was as if everything seemed…perfect.

Severus reached the door and opened it to only find himself doubled over in hysterical laughter at the sight before him. The others quickly made their way to the door with him.

When they looked inside they all began to laugh.

Hermione was sitting pretty as you please on the table filing her nails. Her legs were crossed nonchalantly as her she leaned back on a post that jutted up from the center of the table. Across from her in the floor was Kreacher, bound tight and naked, lying on the floor. To the men’s horrifying delight, Lucius Malfoy was also nude and squatting above Kreacher, his anus lined up perfectly to the house elf’s rather large cock. Lucius’ body had been marked with bruises, cuts, scrapes, scratches, anything that he had done to her, she had done to him just now. Now, it was his turn to be sodomized, and of course, Hermione couldn’t do it herself, so she employed the only one she could think of that also needed punishment.

“I told you, Lucius…WITH FEELING! That makes the fourth pathetic apology I’ve heard from you. I will not accept anymore. Either you tell me with sincerity that you are sorry for all the wrongs against me, or I will drop your body,” Hermione said as she blew on her nails.

“I’m so sorry, Hermione. Please…”

His face was slapped by an invisible hand. “Excuse me, Lucius? I don’t believe I have given you permission to refer me by my first name. Have your learned anything from Voldemort? How did you address him? What do you think I expect from you?”

“Yes, My Lady. Forgive me, milady. Please, I ask forgiveness for my evil, Miss Granger,” he begged.

Hermione tilted her head as she thought on his pleas. She must have found him to be unworthy of her forgiveness, for the very next second, Lucius screamed as his orifice was breached by the sickly looking green cock.

All the men in the doorway grimaced and cringed.

“PLEASE, MILADY! PLEASE!”

“More? Certainly!” she said as she waved her hand, a silent spell forcing Lucius to bob up and down on the member, made larger by Hermione’s Engorgio.

Severus approached Hermione. “My dear, I believe that we have all been scarred for life having witnessed this event. With that said, Rabastan is sleeping peacefully and now would be a good time to get out of here. I’ll take care of Lucius.”

Hermione jumped off the table with a smile on her face and kissed Severus square on the mouth. “Thank you, darling. I shall retire and leave you to it. Oh and Lucius, you will never be forgiven. This was just to make us…even.”

AN: There will be one more chapter and then the Epilogue…and then FIN! /sigh. Yeah I know, but it’s all coming to a head and there really isn’t anywhere else for us to go with it. But a lot of things get their loose ends tied in the next two installments. And the next chapter will be up rather shortly if not within a few minutes of this one.