The legacy of the Diary

Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan

Chapter 28 – Back to Business

a/n – apologies to anyone who is offended by the ‘f’ word – it just seems appropriate to use it in this chapter.

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Hermione rolled over in her sleep and hugged her pillow. The black sheets of the room of requirement bed, now feeling warm against her skin had slipped down revealing a creamy white back. As she stirred, thoughts and feelings began to seep back into her consciousness and the first thing she felt was the ache in her belly and between her legs. The seep of consciousness instantly became a torrent as the events of the previous night now shook her awake and she sat up, wincing with pain from aching muscles. What a night it had been!

But where were they? She was alone in the room and instantly an anger rose within her. How dare they? Fuck her like that then leave her on her own? Was that all it had been?

In fact there was no trace that either wizard had ever even been in the room, and Hermione paced around uneasily.

She went into the bathroom and drew herself a bath then laid back in the bubbles and contemplated her next move.

It was obvious that Lucius was the one she wanted but her head was telling her different things. She could not trust Lucius and deep down inside she still wondered what part he had played in Harry’s accident. Then the realisation hit her, she had gone through with the ‘duel’ so now Lucius would take the veritaserum and she would finally know the truth.

Stepping out of the sunken marble bath Hermione began to make plans, she had to know what was going on, the ‘duel’ had changed nothing except that now she would know the truth. First she would go and see Severus.


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The empty Sunday morning halls echoed as Hermione made her way down to the dungeons and to the potions lab where she knew she would find Severus. As predicted he was hunched over a steaming, spitting cauldron his head in his hands.
“Severus..?”
He looked up, his tearstained face drawn and looking older than ever before.
“What are you… er?” Hermione motioned her head towards the cauldron in front of him.
“Something to help me forget.” His voice was monotone.
Hermione felt awkward, imposing on his private grieving.
“I wish you wouldn’t.” She said softly.
“What? Forget? I have to; you will never know how much I loved you.”
Hermione swallowed the lump growing in her throat.
“Well…I just came to ask how we were going to proceed with the veritaserum?”
“Meet me in Dumbledore’s office after dinner this evening, I will ensure Lucius is there.”
With that Severus stood up and turned his back on Hermione and walked to the shelves which housed his potions ingredients. He pretended to read the labels. In reality he did not want to reveal the fresh tears which welled in his eyes. Hermione stared at his proud back for almost a minute before turning and leaving the room.


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Hermione was the last to arrive in Dumbledore’s office and as the revolving staircase arrived at the level of the study she could already see Severus and Lucius waiting within. They sat on chairs on opposite sides of the study, eyeing each other like petulant school children who had been sent to the headteacher for fighting. What a fight it had been. Dumbledore wore his all knowing smile and Hermione was reminded of just how much Dumbledore knew about the situation, his meddling into affairs. No doubt he felt things had not gone the way he would have liked. Some things were more powerful even than magic.

Lucius sat proudly in his chair, looking perfect and smug while Severus gave off a slight air of defeat. Dumbledore rose from behind his desk.
“Professor Granger, good of you to join us, have you brought the veritaserum?”
“Er… yes Professor Dumbledore.” She handed the potion bottle to Dumbledore who motioned for her to take a seat in front of his desk. As she seated herself, Dumbledore unstoppered the bottle and poured a drop of the serum into a liquid filled crucible on his desk. A cloud of magenta smoke rose from the bowl and Hermione had to lean back to avoid being engulfed by it. With a flick of his wand Dumbledore cleared the air and smiled and nodded to Hermione.
“A very pure brew, congratulations Professor Granger, I doubt even Professor Snape could have prepared a more potent batch.” He turned to look at Lucius. “Now, Mr Malfoy, if you please…”
Lucius rose and strode over to the Head master’s desk beside Hermione.
“Ah, but you see I don’t please.”
Hermione swung round to look up at him and simultaneously Severus jumped up from his chair and sprang over to the desk.
“Head master this is preposterous! There was a Wizards’ Agreement!”
“Indeed there was,” purred Lucius, “but I think you’ll find my exact words were that I would ‘allow Hermione to come to Malfoy Manor to administer the veritaserum’ . You can check with a penseive if you like.”
Dumbledore looked at Lucius suspiciously. “So you still stand by that agreement?”
“Indeed I do, I am a man of my word.” He turned to smile at Hermione but her glazed face was staring into the distance.
“What assurances have we that Hermione will come to no harm?” Dumbledore asked.
“Again you have my word.”
“Professor Granger?” Dumbledore was asking her what she wanted to do, she knew that. But this was a new development. In her plan Lucius had taken the veritaserum and confessed to everything but she had helped him escape and they had become fugitives together.
Coming back to the present she made her decision.
“I’ll go to Malfoy Manor to administer the veritaserum, and I’ll report back with my findings. Headmaster, I wonder if before I leave I can speak to you privately?”
“Indeed. Severus, Lucius, would you leave us now please? Lucius, if you would please return to Malfoy Manor, it will give you a chance to prepare for Hermione’s arrival.”
The two wizards turned and left the room and Dumbledore once more sat behind his desk and looked lovingly at Hermione, much like a father might.
“Professor?”
“Please, ‘Albus’ would be more appropriate I think.”
“Albus…well… I think it’s best if I tender my resignation, in light of recent events and what may follow.” Hermione hung her head, unable to look Dumbledore in the eye.
“Of course I am disappointed by this, but I understand your decision. Remember help will always be available to those who ask for it.”
Hermione smiled on hearing Dumbledore’s famous words and realised that the ‘meddling fool’ as she had called him had only had her best interests at heart.
“Hermione, just promise me one thing…”
“Yes?”
“…do the right thing by Harry?”
“I will, even if it means the end of Lucius and I. I promise I will. Harry’s attacker will be brought to justice.”

Dumbledore reached forward and squeezed Hermione’s hands, then gently kissing her forehead he released her hands allowing her to turn and leave his study.


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By the time Hermione apparated in the grand entrance hall of Malfoy Manor it was late evening. Candles in every niche lit the hallway and cast a dancing light on the striking figure of her host as he stepped towards her. Hermione felt her stomach lurch with nervous excitement and seeing Lucius in his ‘at home’ attire, slacks and loose shirt open to the chest made her tingle with anticipation. After leaving Dumbledore’s study she had paced her own room for almost an hour wondering what it would be like facing Lucius one to one again after the events of the previous evening. It had taken her a further hour to decide what to wear. In the end she had opted for a very businesslike dark trouser suit. After all she was there on business, official business. But she had still sprayed herself with her favourite musky perfume and spent time on her make-up. There was no denying it, this wizard had got under her skin.
“Lucius.” She greeted him in a businesslike fashion holding up the potion bottle.
“Oh, Hermione, it’s late, can’t that wait until tomorrow?” His voice was smooth like velvet, no, thought Hermione, more like melted chocolate. Smooth and sweet and begging to be licked.
“Come on, let’s put this somewhere safe and enjoy our evening together.”
Hermione nodded numbly, she may as well have just come in her lace underwear, for all the protection the business suit offered her.

She followed Lucius to his study, where he opened a safe in the wall behind a painting of his father.
“I’d have expected the Malfoys to have had a much larger safe.” Commented Hermione.
“Oh, indeed we do. This one is just closer to hand. One day I’ll show you our secret vaults.”

One day? Thought Hermione, either he’s not going to let me administer the veritaserum, or even if he does he won’t allow me to hand him over to the Ministry of Magic. Then another thought struck her – or, he’s innocent after all.
Lucius read her face. “Now my dear, stop thinking about business. Let’s relax a while.”
He motioned to a leather sofa and Hermione sat down stiffly.

He poured two tumblers of scotch and handed one to Hermione. They both began to sip their drinks in silence. After a few minutes it became an uncomfortable silence.
“How long are you going to keep this up for?” He left his armchair and came to stand in front of Hermione.
“Keep what up?” Hermione asked, nervously avoiding his gaze and sipping her drink.
“This frosty business-bitch routine?”
Now she looked at him and he stared back at her, dropping to his knees, his beseeching eyes melting her inside.
“I love you, Hermione.”
The last veil of her ‘business-bitch’ front fell and the crystal glass fell with it as Hermione sprang into Lucius’ arms.
“Oh Lucius!” Her eyes welled up with tears, but tears of joy and relief. “When you weren’t there this morning I just wasn’t sure how things stood. I didn’t know if I had just been a conquest or whether you felt the same.”
“And when you arrived in Dumbledore’s office with the veritaserum I didn’t know if it had all just been a charade to get me to take the potion.”

Hermione wrapped her arms and legs around Lucius and the two of them kissed each other with a hunger that neither had felt before. Both of them feeling and tasting the tears which rolled from their eyes. After a few minutes the kiss broke off and Hermione pulled back to look at him.
“I’ll still have to administer the veritaserum.”
“I know.” He replied sombrely.
“But it won’t make a difference to how I feel about you.”
“Then let’s leave it until tomorrow, it’s too late to contact the authorities tonight now anyway.”
“Don’t even say that, Lucius. I don’t want to think about it.”
“Then let me take your mind off things.” He winked at her then holding her close to himself he closed both eyes. In a split second everything went black and there was a ‘pop’. When Hermione looked around again, they were clasped together in the middle of a grand bed.
Without saying anything, the two began to kiss again and undress each other furtively. Now she wished she hadn’t worn the business suit as Lucius fumbled with the button on her trousers.
“Oh, to hell with it! Accio Wand!” At once Lucius’ wand appeared in his hand and immediately he cast a banishing charm on Hermione’s outer garments. She was left in her black satin body. Lucius ran his hand over the smooth fabric, feeling each breast in turn swell under his touch.
“Hmmm, muggle underwear, maybe they do know some magic after all!” He slipped his hand down between Hermione’s legs feeling the dampened fabric. Then deftly separated the two poppers holding the body together. He brought his mouth down onto Hermione and pushed his tongue into her mouth as his finger pushed into her wet and ready sex.
She squealed in delight, digging her nails into Lucius’ back through the fabric of his shirt.
“Lucius, I don’t want this to be gentle lovemaking.” She said, breaking away from his mouth.
“What d’you mean?”
“Last night was, well, an education. I want you to fuck me Lucius, fuck me hard like you did last night.”
A smirk spread across Lucius’ face and pulling his finger out of her he leapt off the bed.
Hermione, released her hair from it’s businesslike bun then she watched Lucius pull his shirt over his head then tear off his trousers and silk boxer shorts. Sitting up she pulled the body over her head and lay back on the bed naked and trembling with excitement.
“Accio cane!”
His serpent topped cane flew to his hand and Hermione watched as he climbed back onto the bed, his proud cock erect and throbbing.
‘Thwack!’ The cane smacked down on the pillow an inch from Hermione’s head and she flinched and looked at the wizard kneeling, legs apart, on the bed.
“In your mouth! Now!”
She sprang up and onto all fours, her head at his groin.
‘Thwack!’ again the cane, but this time she felt it first as it landed across her fleshy buttocks.
Quickly she took him in her mouth and began to suck and massage his penis, his hands grasping her hair as he thrust in and out of her mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you, witch, harder than anyone has ever fucked you and I’m staring here.”
Hermione felt herself getting wetter and wetter as he grew and throbbed in her mouth. She felt her loins quivering as he neared his climax, was it possible to reach orgasm without even being touched? ‘Thwack!’ the cane on her buttocks sent hot electricity through her, but this time it was accompanied by a cry, “stop!”
She pulled her mouth back and at once Lucius lifted her by her chin and bore his mouth down onto hers kissing her then biting her lip before pulling back again. “Turn around!” Immediately Hermione made to lie on her back. “I said around, not over!”
She moved back onto all fours again, this time turned around, facing away from him. He bent down to her raised buttocks and squeezed them, leaving white then red marks with his hands. Wanting more she thrust her rear end higher in the air and pushed her face down into the bed beneath her. Lucius reciprocated by thrusting his face into her hot, wet cleft. Tasting her juices as his tongue circled round her clitoris then grasping the nub of flesh with his lips and sucking and tugging brutally. Hermione screamed, half pleasure, half pain. “Lucius! Aaahh!”
He lifted his head. “You like that?”
She moaned again, her voice muffled by the bedclothes. “Please, Lucius, fuck me.”
“Very well my dear!”
And the next moment Lucius was inside her, hands on her waist, pulling her back onto his huge manhood, thrusting forcefully, his balls slapping against her body. She did not know whether he had cast a charm on himself or whether he just had incredible staying power because he just kept on thrusting and occasionally slapping her arse.
Eventually she felt his pace slow, his breath ragged like hers. He continued to thrust but now reached a hand under her to stimulate her even more. She felt herself begin to shake as the combination of thrusting and finger work brought her to an explosive finale. She screamed out then bit into the bed clothes as she tightened around Lucius, bringing on his own climax as he pulled her back onto him one last time and filled her with his semen.
They froze in that position, quivering with aftershocks, then eventually collapsed down onto the bed together.
“Thank you.” She whispered breathlessly.
“No, thank you.” He breathed back, kissing her rosy cheek before wrapping an arm and leg around her and going to sleep.


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Thank you for all the lovely reviews – this chapter is dedicated to Shannon and TheAngelOf
Silence for giving me the encouragement to keep going. This is NOT the end – at least 2 more chapters to come – if not more!