Whatever it takes

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Hermione had a lot of time to think that night, because she couldn't sleep a wink. Maybe Lucius was right, maybe he wasn't, she just didn't know. She practically replayed the conversation in her head a million times. She decided there was one thing she knew, she owed him an apology, if nothing else for throwing something at him. She had acted immature. She would go see him to apologize the next morning. Nothing wrong with that. She drifted off to sleep in the early morning still thinking of him...

When Hermione woke up that morning she took her son, little Harry to his Grandmother's house as has been arranged days ago. Hermione greeted Molly quite unenthusiastically as she could and declined her invitation to have some tea. Molly fussed over her, but she lied and said she was feeling off an wanted to get some sleep. She walked out of the house embarrassed at lying to and blowing off her mother in law to go see a man who wanted to sleep with her. But she justified it to herself as she was just apologizing for something she had done wrong. It was only polite.

She apparated to the gates of Malfoy Manor. The castle itself was large and foreboding. A dark sinister looking place if there ever was one. Hermione had only been there a few times in her life. Even during her over three year sexual relationship with Lucius, most of their encounters took place in hotel rooms, inns, and small get aways owned by Lucius for the sake of secrecy. Someone was bound to notice if Hermione Granger was a regular visitor at the home of one of the most notorious Death Eaters in all of Great Britain. She looked at the large gate with the Malfoy Family crest in front of her, and wondered if she just go home. She was being silly, she though, I'm just here to apologize. But a small voice in the back of head thought 'But what would Ron think?' She thought this was getting ridiculous now. No turning back now. She rung the bell and waited. She waited... and waited. And rang it again. Before an old squeaky voice finally answered, "Malfoy Manor, Dinky speaking, who is there?"

A House Elf. Hermione may have given up her quest to free them all, but she still disliked seeing them owned by people.

"Hermione Granger, I am here to see-"

The gate opened and the message "Oh please come right in, Mistress."

Hermione had no where to go now, but to see him. She walked up to the manor slowly along the long winding path. She arrived to the sight of the old Elf waiting to let her in.

"The Master, he has been expecting your arrival. Please, please come." The old House Elf waled her up to Malfoy's Study. She wondered about the expecting her part. Malfoy was sitting behind his desk reading something.

"Hermione, glad you are finally here. Have a seat."

"Lucius, I'm only here to apologize for what happened yesterday."

"No, no forget about that. Never happened."

"Why, thank you." She was a little taken back."I'm still no sleeping with you."

He looked out the window on the side. "I thought you'd say that." He paused and seemed to reflect for a moment."How is your marriage, Hermione."

"Not that it is any of your business, but it is wonderful. I love Ron and he loves me."

"Is that right. And I assume he never knew of out little relationship?"

"He wouldn't believe you. And I'm leaving."

His tone rose and he quickly said. "I'd wait a moment if I were you. I don't wish to tell Ronald Weasley a thing."

"Good, because he wouldn't believe you."

"So you'd do anything to protect your marriage?"

"Yes, where is this going?" She was annoyed now.

"You would do whatever it took?"

"Yes, Damnit!"

"Maybe you should see something." He took out his wand and pointed it at a wall. The wall turned around and revealed a screen. Hermione recognized it as the Wizarding equivalent to a film screen. With a second flick of his wrist, a film started. Hermione instantly recognized what it was. It was a one room cabin owned by Lucius where several of their encounters had taken place. Lucius was there and she walked in. She knew what would happen next. He flicked his wrist again, fast forwarding to them engaged in sex. She was on top of him, moaning and screaming his name. He was good.

"You bastard! You dirty, rotting son of a bitch!"

"I'd watch my tone if I were you. I don't want to release these."

"So your plan is to show them to Ron if I don't comply?"

"No, my dear. My plan is to show them to everyone if you don't comply. A secret tape you two could endure, a public one would end your marriage."

"You evil-"

"Stop. Yes or no?"

"This is blackmail!"

"No, really? Yes or no?"

"What of your own image?"

"I'm about to die, I'm thought of as scum anyway. Why not get one last reward."

"How do I know you won't keep this up forever?"

"What part of about to die is strange to you?"

"What's the matter with you?" She said softer now.

"Sympathy for someone black mailing you? You're a better person than I."

"No shit. So what is the matter with you."

"Cancer."

"It's pretty easy to cure cancer for wizards."

"Not at this stage it isn't."

"Oh, how long do you have?"

"7 days. Hence the wrapping up of my last wishes. Now, yes or no?"

"As if there was a choice." Hermione said standing up.

"Let us go to the bed room and do this properly then."

They walked to the bedroom, Hermione thinking that old mantra of 'whatever it takes' for the first time in years. Ron would be crushed enough if he saw those videos, but if everyone did he might just kill himself. She couldn't allow it. As bad as this may be. The entered his room and he sat on the bed.

"Come to me." He instructed. As it always was, he was in charge. Sometimes it may not have felt like it. But she was most certainly his servant. His sexual slave to whatever fantasy he desired. She walked to him, he sat her next to him and starting kissing down her neck. Hermione sat there emotionless at first. He unbuttoned her robe slowly as he continued sucking on her neck. He revealed what was hidden underneath, a plain white bra and matching white panties. She let her robes slip off as he continued to explore her as if he never had before. He slipper off her bra and she allowed it to fall forward onto the floor. He began sucking on her supple breasts. Enlarged from the milk they contained, just having had a baby a year ago. She had worked hard to regain her slim figure, but the breasts were a nice addition. One Ron loved. Ron... Ron... he beloved, this was for him she reminded herself.

"My, my, how you've grown, young Miss Granger."

"Mrs. Weasley."

"Don't kill the mood" He said this before diving back in to her tits, having fun motor boating them. She started undoing his robes, she wanted to get this over with.

He let the robe fall off, he was wearing nothing underneath, as was his habit. He guided her down to her knees. She knew what to do and began to suck him off. She had gotten used to it after all the years, especially considering Ron had her do it at least weekly while she'd been pregnant. She sucked up and down, taking time to lick his shaft and then his head. He was enjoying it immensely by the groaning. He erupted in her mouth several minutes later. She swallowed. She had gotten used to it by now. He pulled her up as she finished swallowing and tossed her backwards on the bed where she landed on her knees. He crawled up behind her. And inserted himself roughly in her pussy. He fucked her doggy style. He fucked her hard and fast, and it took her a moment to get adjusted, it actually hurt a bit at first. She did adjust though an began enjoying herself as he fucked her. She put her hands on his head boards and began pushing back. Into it as he rammed in and out of her. Despite herself she moaned his name. "Ohh Lucius, ohhh" He continued fucking her. Harder and faster until he finally finished, shooting his load all over her back.

The two laid down next to each other on the bed. He kissed her softly. "You can't say you regret this."

"Of course not. I had to save my marriage. And this was rather fun." She said flush.

He reached over an grabbed a towel and told her to clean her back.She wiped herself down as he looked for something in a near by drawer. It was a small phial, he opened it and downed the contents. Hermione was admiring his naked form during this. He may be an old man, but he was fit. As she was admiring she noticed something. After he finished whatever it was, his penis instantly became re-erect.

He looked at her and smiled. "My last time, I'm savoring it." He laid down again. Why don't you get on top. She did as instructed, and climbed on top of him, lowering herself onto his penis. He groaned ever so slightly as she began bobbing up and down. She was slow and careful as to not hurt him. She continued t his until they once again both had orgasmed. He was ready to go right away again though.

"How many times can you go, man?" She said, tired.

"A few. Why don't you get on your knees." She did as she was told and he got behind her again. This time was different though instead of spreading her legs a little more, he spread her tight ass checks.

"Wow, no." she screamed.

"Come on. I'm dying."

"It'll hurt."

"So will the pictures."

Whatever it takes.

"Fine. Go." He spread the cheeks again and quickly inserted himself a little. Hermione screamed out in pain.

"Please, be gentle?"

"No." And he forced himself the rest of the way in. Hermione cried out in pain, and even shed a few tears as he had his way with her asshole, long since it had been last used. He seemed to purposely take his time with this one. Almost as a last reminder to her.He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands roughly squeezing as he pounded away, finally after what seemed like an eternity he came once again all over her back.

She covered her face in the pillow as he laid down next to her.

"Come on dear, just once more."

"How do you want it."

"In your mouth."

"But it was just in my..."

"I know. Wash it first."

He handed her what she needed from a drawer and she went to work, washing him clean, he clearly enjoyed it. When she was done she pulled him over to her and once again inserted him in her mouth. After a moment or two he came a final time. Thy parted ways a final time.

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A week later, Lucius was found dead hanging from a chandelier.

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