Hidden Meanings

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Dark Mischief

Hermione spent the entire day fussing over Lucius and the Mansion; he did not mind the former, but the latter he DID mind. He did not want to run her off her feet; after all she needed the energy for some rather more pleasant activities. She made sure that he was attired appropriately, and fed adequately. They had made their plans, and Hermione knew that they had discussed them enough. Lucius noted with sheer delight that her hair was becoming undone, as she ran around and kept herself busy trying to tidy up the Mansion.

“There is really no need to clean the entire Mansion,” he drawled behind her, as she wiped away a stray bit of hair.

“Well, if I am to be Mistress of this Mansion then I will clean every room.”

“I will employ a new house elf,” Lucius said, “The Mistress of Malfoy Manor cannot be seen doing housework.”

Hermione stopped a cleansing charm on one of the walls and turned around. She caught the tone in Lucius voice. She faltered slightly, as she thought of what that tone would mean, MUCH later. She coughed a little and then turned her attention back to the wall, and continued cleaning it.

“I like to work,” Hermione said, “it keeps me occupied, and I generally find the mind works better and I feel better in myself for doing hard work.”

Lucius rolled his eyes and sighed. He just stood there and watched, as this pretty little witch was cleaning, more like she wants to do something else, but is trying to distract herself from those naughty thoughts.

“Perhaps, you are just trying to distract yourself,” Lucius said. He stalked her and then breathed on her neck. It almost broke her concentration, but hanging around with Ron Weasley she was pretty much used to distractions, and had schooled herself to ignore them.

“Do you want a clean home?” she asked.

She was about to turn her attention to the opposite wall, when Lucius grabbed her wrist; he ran his hand up and down her arm. He was delighted to feel her shiver. She liked him that was certain. There was definitely something sexual between them, and had been since they clapped eyes on each other at the World Cup Quidditch Match. He could have taken her there and then, perhaps made some sort of excuse to talk to her before his drunken muggle torture. But he could not. He now had her, all alone, in his Mansion. And no one knew she was here. What was to stop him from just taking her? Hermione closed her eyes, as his warm breath washed her skin.

“Do you like that?” he murmured in her ear.

She found an odd feeling in her stomach. She knew that if he kissed her then she would lose control, and she was famed for staying in control of the situation. She was not about to let some big, bad Death Eater alter that either. Hmm, big, how big? She mused. She shook her head and tried not to blush.

“For your information, I happen to like nice men,” she said, whilst trying not fall into his strong steady arms.

“I can be nice,” he whispered in her ear, his hand had wondered from her shoulder, and down her back, he then snaked it around her waist and spread his hand across her stomach.

She wanted to run, and stay at the same time. She was confused.

“Why do you want to marry me?” she asked.

“Because I do,” he said. “I’ve tried pure blood and quite frankly, those women are stuck up and cold ice queens. You, however, are a wonderful example of warm blooded English passion!”

He let his hand slide down under the waistband of her skirt, she gasped. She elbowed him in the stomach, and turned around giving him a cold stare. She then turned her head away shamefully and practically ran out of the room. Lucius sauntered over to the open door, he leant on the doorframe and folded his arms across his chest as he watched her run up the stairs to hide in the nearest convenient room. You can run, my pretty Witch, but you can’t hide. He thought, he smirked inwardly, absolutely enjoying the effect he was having on her.

~*~*~

Hermione had shut the door tight and sank on the floor, and held her head in her hands. Why did she run away like that? She had to get used to his touch soon, hadn’t she? She took a moment to calm down and let her heart beat resume its normal pace. She looked up and then she sighed, and got up. There seemed to be a mirror in every room in the Mansion. She peered into it and then looked away.

“Hey,” the Mirror said. “It’s not very often I get people looking into me.”

“Sorry,” Hermione said.

“Who are you anyway?” The Mirror asked.

“Hermione,” she answered. “I am going to marry Mr Malfoy tomorrow.”

“What does a nice looking girl like you want with a nasty man like him?” the Mirror asked.

“Its more sort of a marriage of convenience,” Hermione said. “He has information that could help friends of mine, and I have a fresh, ripe body to give him an heir. Something I want for something he wants.”

“Hmm, so if it’s just convenient, why did you come running in here like a frightened rabbit?”

“He was trying to seduce me down there!” she exclaimed.

“I am not entirely into the customs of Human Beings, but isn’t that what has to happen in order for the heir to come into being?”

“That is not the problem, I would have no problem with him using my body when we are married, but I will not be used before our marriage.”

“I think that you rather like him but are rather too proud to admit it,” the Mirror said. “The sooner you admit to liking someone the better it is for you.”

“I don’t like him!” Hermione exclaimed. “I can’t stand the sight of him.”

“I hear that’s what they all say,” the Mirror replied in a smug tone.

“Oh shut up!” she retorted.

“That’s the problem with the truth,” the Mirror said. “No one really likes it.”

“I know a good breaking curse or two!” she growled.

“You two really are perfect for each other you know,” the Mirror said grumpily. “He keeps threatening me with a curse or two to smash me.”

“I’m surprised he hasn’t done it already,” Hermione said. She turned and walked out of the door. She would have to find an easier hidey-hole. There must be somewhere in this oversized pile of bricks that is devoid of blonde haired men or talking Mirrors!

~*~*~

Lucius sat down in the Library, he was swirling around a glass of fire whiskey, musing over the wonderful potential his new bride had. He was right to set his sights on her. Perhaps, over all, Narcissa did him a favour. He decided to call Snape over now. She opened the door, expecting him to be elsewhere.

“Hermione,” Lucius greeted.

“I’ll just, er, go somewhere else,” she said.

“There is nothing to stop you from coming here, and sharing a drink with me, you know.”

“No, I suppose there isn’t,” she said. She looked at him and sighed. Was she mad? Was she completely and totally insane? Lucius Malfoy was an absolute god; most women would kill her to be in her position. And here she was.

Lucius walked up to Hermione and smiled at her. He picked her hand up and kissed the back of it. She tried to ignore the jolt of electricity that shot through her body every time he touched her. He led her to a seat and sat her down, and then he poured her a neat vodka. She was surprised, how did he know she liked vodka? He then handed her the glass.

“Is it to my Lady’s satisfaction?” he asked with a grin in his eyes and on his lips.

“Very much so,” she whispered. “Thank you Luscious… I mean, er, sorry, Lucius. Thank you, Lucius.”

Luscious? He thought. So, the little minx does like me after all?

“Your welcome,” he said in a tone that would make her realise he had caught the Freudian slip.

Hermione wanted the ground to swallow her up whole. Luscious? What had made her say that? He was NOT Luscious. This will be a marriage of convenience only. No way was she to fall in love with him… under no circumstance whatsoever was she to even like the man.

He sat back down and contemplated her. She would come into her own soon, he would make sure of that. Soon, she was to be as smug as any Slytherin when they got the person they want.

“I am going to ask Severus to come here now, so you’d better compose yourself,” Lucius said.

Hermione nodded. She sipped her vodka with a cool demeanour, and Lucius highly approved. She did not trust herself to speak at this moment. She did not wish to make another embarrassing slip. All she hoped was she didn’t call Lucius, Luscious in front of Snape… now that WOULD be embarrassing.

Lucius walked up to the fireplace and chucked in some floo powder, and called out Severus Snape, Spinners End. Snape’s face appeared in the fireplace. Thankfully Lucius blocked her from Snape’s line of vision.

“I heard you had escaped,” Severus said. “I see you have already settled back into your old ways.”

“Did you also know that Narcissa and I are divorced, and that Draco was not my son but Blacks?”

“Narcissa told me she was going to divorce you, but that other information she did not inform me of, anyway how did you get out?”

“Can you just step over, and I’ll explain everything to you.”

“I’ve got some rather important potions bubbling,” Severus said.

“A leopard can’t change its spots,” Lucius chuckled. “Just put a stasis spell on them. This is rather more important,” he said.
Hermione heard Snape sigh.

“Very well, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Lucius smiled. He then stepped away from the fireplace and sat back down. He looked at Hermione again, just to see her reaction. She was surprisingly cool, and her expression was unreadable. Suddenly the room lit up with a green light and Severus Snape stepped out of the fireplace.

“Severus!” Lucius exclaimed, as he jumped up and took the other mans hand.

“Lucius, it’s good to see you back,” Severus said.

“I’d like you to meet the reason why I am free,” Lucius said. He turned around and Severus followed suit. He was shocked; Hermione Granger was the last person in the world he’d have suspected to do something like this.

“And how?” he asked her.

“Polyjuice Potion,” Hermione said tersely. “The Order brews it once a month so we have a continual batch, just in case.”

“Whose idea was that?” Snape asked.

“Mine,” Hermione replied frostily.

Severus quirked an eyebrow at her and a small smile crept along his lips. So, he had managed to get through to one of those dunderheads. Seventeen years weren’t entirely wasted.

“I had to change into Arthur Weasley, thankfully it only lasts an hour,” Lucius said. He sat on the arm of the chair and placed an arm around Hermione’s shoulders. Severus backed away.

“It got you out didn’t it?” Hermione snapped.

“Indeed it did, my dear,” Lucius said, he squeezed her shoulder and placed his lips on the top of her head. “She did it for her own gain though.”

“For everyone’s gain, you’re talking about me as if I am some honorary Slytherin.”

“And what a Slytherin you would have made,” Lucius whispered in her ear.

“What has this to do with me?” Severus sighed impatiently.

“Hermione and I are to be married,” Lucius said. “We need someone we can both trust to sort out the details. I am betraying the Dark Lord, for he has done nothing for me recently. And, as Draco is not my son, I’ll need to assure the name, Hermione has agreed to bear me a child. IF, I hand over details of certain items to the Potter brat.”

Severus looked at the two of them.

“May I have a word with the young woman on her own?” Severus asked.

“Of course,” Lucius smiled. But as he brushed past Severus he whispered. “Eyes and hands off, I know you!”

Severus returned a look of innocence. But said nothing, as Lucius swept from the room Severus then glared at Hermione.

“Why you silly girl?” he asked, trying to keep his anger under control.

“I want to get rid of the Dark Lord, and I will do whatever it takes to get the information I need to do it.”

Severus tipped his head to one side.

“He is not a nice man,” Severus warned.

“Yes, I know,” she said. “Are you going to help us or not?”

“I suppose so,” Severus sighed. “Although I don’t understand why you are doing what you are doing.”

“Neither do I,” Hermione mumbled. “I suppose I better tell him he can come back in.”

She walked past Severus and he stepped aside so that she didn’t knock into him. She walked up to the door, and Lucius was waiting the other side with his arms across his chest. He was making a show of inspecting his nails.

“Ready,” she said.

“Oh good,” Lucius said. She took his hand and dragged him into a room.

Lucius looked at Severus and held Hermione closer to him.

“Oh you don’t have to worry, Lucius, she will not fall prey to my sadistic charms,” Severus said aloud.

Hermione blushed and looked down on the floor. Bloody Slytherins.

“Have you, or have you not agreed to help us, Severus?”

“I will, but I think that she could do better,” he winked at Hermione and Hermione turned away. Then she decided to retort to the wink.

“What have you done with my old Potions Master Severus Snape?” she asked. “I don’t seem to recognise you at all.”

Severus laughed, and he walked up to her.

“You’ll soon realise that there are many facets to a man, Hermione.”

He nodded a goodbye at Lucius and Lucius nodded back. Hermione groaned when he had gone, and she turned around. Lucius grip had tightened around her waist. She looked up as he leant down, and their lips accidentally touched. The fires burned within her at that touch. She opened her mouth and he slipped his tongue inside it.

He soon dominated her tongue, and as he was kissing her his hands groped for her bum, and he pulled her nearer to him. He stopped kissing her mouth, and then kissed along her jaw line, chin, and then travelled his tongue down to her neck.

She pushed him away like before.

“When we’re married,” she said sternly. “The Mansion needs to be cleaned up.”

“Why not now? What are you afraid of?” Lucius asked with mischief sparkling in his eyes.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” she said stoutly. “I just don’t think that it’s right, at the moment.”

Lucius held her closer to his body, and she felt his penis swelling against her body.

“Try telling that to my rather impatient member,” he whispered. Hermione gulped.

“I have to go and finish cleaning the Mansion,” Hermione said.

She walked past him and walked out of the door. Lucius obviously would not have minded having her up against the wall, but she was right. It was not the right time… time of day that is! “Wait”, he purred. “Just wait until nighttime, and then we’ll have some dark mischief.”

~*~*~

Hermione had managed to find the kitchens and was shocked at the state that they were in. She set to work cleaning the kitchen, and whilst all her cleaning charms were set in motion she then hunted the room to find food to cook for dinner. She couldn’t find a single scrap… well, what did she expect? The Mansion must have been deserted for a while. She sighed. How was she to get food for them to eat?

“So this is where they are?” Lucius asked. She turned around and kept her gaze steady on him.

“There is not a scrap of food in the place,” Hermione said. “Is there a muggle town or village nearby where we can get some food?” Hermione asked.

“Not too far from here there’s a shop called Tesco’s,” Lucius said. “Why?”

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

“Do you trust me to go alone, to Tesco’s and get some food in?”

Lucius rolled his eyes.

“I haven’t got any means to transform my money into muggle money,” he said.

“I have plenty in my Muggle bank account. A rather wealthy great aunt died recently and left me a fortune,” Hermione said. “Don’t know why, we hardly knew each other.”

“All right then, I suppose we do need to eat, don’t we?” Hermione nodded. She walked out of the kitchen door.

“Do you know where it is?” she asked.

“Near here,” he said enigmatically. “Come on, Hermione, where do you think the Malfoy’s would live?”

Hermione’s eyes widened, and then smiled. She nodded.

“Oh, how stupid of me,” she said sardonically. “Malfoy’s would not live anywhere but Salisbury!”

He smiled. He walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek.

“Now, get some food,” he said.

~*~*~

Hermione came back with the shopping, and then she set about preparing a quick dinner. She wished Molly were here. She chopped up an onion and chilli pepper, and after frying some chopped up chicken breasts, she put the onion and chilli together to fry. She poured in a jar of Uncle Bens Sweet and Sour sauce. Whilst doing that she had some boil in the bag rice cooking, and when that was done she served it up, and brought the plates upstairs.

Lucius ate it with gusto. He didn’t care that it was muggle food, well, his principles did, but his stomach forgot to be prejudiced for a while. Hermione ate hers slowly; she was thoroughly exhausted and ran off her feet. She finally finished and took the plates back down to the kitchen. Perhaps Lucius was right, in a place like this one or two house elves were a necessity. She was just about to do the washing up when she felt a pair of arms circle her waist.

“Not tonight, Hermione, even I can see that you are too tired for this,” he murmured. “Come on, forget about it.”

“Get behind me, Satan!” Hermione exclaimed, as she turned the hot tap on.

“Is that an invite?” Lucius murmured, turning the tap off. “I mean it, Hermione, bed NOW!”

She jumped in his arms and almost obeyed, but she turned the tap on again. Lucius turned it off. He took her hand and led her out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room and opened the door to the en suite. He started running a bath, and walked up to Hermione.

“The washing needs to be done,” she said, as she yawned.

“I mean it, Hermione, I am going to employ a house elf. I will not have my wife running around burning soles in the bottom of her shoes and being too tired to tend to me!”

“You were jealous of your own Mansion?” Hermione asked contemptuously.

“I told you, I am an extremely jealous man. I want all the attention you put on the Mansion, on me. Do I make myself clear?”

Hermione almost laughed at the childishness of it all. The fact that he WANTED her attention seemed incredible. He finished running the bath.

“You could have helped you know,” Hermione said.

“You will never catch me dusting my Mansion like some commoner, and you are not common either,” he said. “Bath!” He barked. She looked at him pointedly, and he folded his arms across his chest.

“You want to watch me have a bath?”

“Regular old Voyeur,” he replied with a smirk.

Hermione undressed in front of him. Deciding to make it a show. She firstly took her jacket off, and threw it at him. He caught it, and then she ran the tips of her fingers up and down her buttoned blouse. She then slowly undid the buttons. She exposed one silky shoulder blade, and then the other as she slipped the blouse off her arms. She then unbuttoned, and unzipped the back of her skirt, and let it fall down to the ground. She then kicked the skirt up at Lucius, and he caught that to. She slipped her feet out of the sandals and kicked them up at him.


With each and every item that was coming off her body she noticed that the look in his eyes were clouded, and she realised that he was enjoying all this. She smirked. She then placed one leg on the toilet seat and slowly peeled her tights off, and stood up, her foot still on the toilet seat, and she unclasped her bra, and took her knickers off.

“Seen enough, Lucius?” she asked pointedly, as she stood boldly in front of him, naked. She slipped into the bath, and now it was his turn to bolt from the room. Hermione smirked, and she looked at the fast retreating back of Lucius Malfoy. She hummed herself a merry tune at the sound of the door slamming.

~*~*~

He sat on his bed, and he was panting, no woman had ever challenged him like that before! He thought she was a rather diffident creature when it came to her sexuality but she stood there before him, bold as brass, absolutely glorifying in her own sense of self, and nakedness. The little minx had better give him something tonight; otherwise he would not be so nice tomorrow!

~*~*~

Hermione had finished her bath and came out and found a large towel to wrap her body up in, and then she stepped into the bedroom.

“I’ll go to my room then,” she said.

“Oh no you don’t!” Lucius growled. “Not after that little display you won’t!” He got up off the bed and tore the towel from her grasp, and saw her dripping wet naked body. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, and passionately. She responded in kind, and she pushed him onto the bed, and straddled his waist. Once she had him clamped between her thighs, she rolled around and he was on top of her.

He kissed one of her nipples, and it tasted delicious, and then he swapped. He travelled his lips and tongue down the length of her body. She moaned in appreciation.

“Lucius,” she hissed between clenched teeth.

“Yes, Hermione?” he asked. “Did you like that?”

“Yes,” she said. He smiled and then kissed her nipples again. She arched her hips up, as his hands massaged them. He thrust down as soon as she thrust up, and she screamed his name as she instantly orgasmed.

“Patience is a virtue,” he panted. He continued thrusting into her, making her twist and writhe under him. He was coming with each thrust he was sure of it.

“LUCIUS! THERE! MORE! PLEASE!”

He gave her more. He leant down and captured her mouth and kissed her, taking away any doubts that he had about her prowess. She was indeed a lioness, as she clawed him right down his back.

He slowly eased himself out, but decided to thrust one last time, and that was it. That was when he filled her with his seed, and he screamed her name.

“HERMIONE!”

A/N So what d'ya think, was that lemonly enough for you?