Filthy Little Mudblood

As Lucius slowly strode down the hallway to his meeting, he was unsure which of the emotions battling within him would win, but knew he had to get them under control and fast. Never had he been as cruel to his slave as he had just been, but never had she provoked such feelings in him either, feelings of the like that he refused to think about. Reminding himself that he was a Malfoy and Malfoys never became jealous or upset due to their women, he locked his emotions firmly away from mind-prying eyes and turned to face the door. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and walked briskly to the table to take his seat between Severus and Draco.

“Welcome, Lucius,” Severus quipped. “I was beginning to think one of us would have to rescue you from your witch.”

Lucius gave an involuntary flinch and tried to cover it quickly before replying. Draco however, beat him to it by choking on his fire whiskey.

“Honestly, Severus, do you think my father enjoys being with that Mudblood? Do you think he would lower himself to such standards? I would think he much preferred beating her within an inch of her life each day and watching as she shriveled into nothing as he raped her. I can’t wait to see what’s become of her tomorrow.”

“And do you think, Draco, that I need you to speak for me?” Lucius growled, finally breaking into the conversation and trying desperately not to throttle his own son.

“No, Father. I was merely stating the facts,” the youngest Malfoy replied, looking somewhat abashed.

“The facts as you believe them to be, son, and nothing more. Perhaps you should consider controlling your tongue on matters that are of no consequence to yourself.”

“Yes, Father,” Draco murmured making Severus and Lucius share a smirk at his expense.

Severus leaned closer to Lucius and asked softly, “trouble with Miss Granger?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Ah, I see,” Severus commented before they both turned their attention to the door way that opened to admit their master.

Lucius bowed his head and gave the customary greeting before turning his thoughts inward for a moment as the seat next to Severus was taken by Voldemort. Surely Severus would have no idea what he was thinking. How could he possibly see anything about the situation that just occurred. It suddenly became clear and he realized that he just needed to go home to his wife for a nice, quick…loveless, passionless, uninteresting…ah hell, who was he kidding? As soon as the damn meeting was over, he’d go back upstairs and talk to Hermione. Not apologize to her of course, she was his slave after all, but discuss the situation and remind her to behave herself tomorrow. He also needed to get an idea of who she’d be willing to ‘service’ should the need arise, and arise he was sure it would once they all saw her.

The meeting continued to draw on with nothing of importance being said or even thought about. He could tell his old friend felt the same by the way he was picking at his fingernails and rolling his eyes at the younger Death Eaters’ enthusiastic comments. Just as the meeting was drawing to a close and Lucius and Severus were ready to flee the boredom of the room, Voldemort decided to talk about their upcoming party.

“I have left everything up to Bella and Narcissa,” he said, nodding his head towards Lucius slightly, “and I’m sure that tomorrow’s events will be fun for all of you.”

Everyone in attendance knew that ‘fun for all’ meant there would have to be many acts of cruelty involved for the Dark Lord to consider this event fun. Certainly unknown muggles would be brought in to ‘entertain’ them, at the expense only of said muggles. Lucius was certain there would be a bit of slave bartering as well, since more and more captives were being given to the Death Eaters.

“Does that mean you won’t be attending, My Lord?” Yaxley asked from his position across the table.

“No, Yaxley, I believe I will be there, at least for a while. There’s something that has caught my attention recently and I wish to see it in action,” he responded and only a small movement of his eyes towards Lucius allowed the blond man to see that Hermione was what had caught his attention. The only question left was what ‘action’ he wished to see her in.

Hermione had been busily working on every spell she could ever remember trying in her entire life. Simple spells at first to those more complicated ones that were rarely used. When she completely mastered wandless summoning and banishing charms, she moved on to disarming spells and such. Those were a bit harder owing to the fact she didn’t have an opponent to actually disarm, but she assumed the practice could only pay off in a real situation.

After mastering all the spells she could think of, she began working her way through the spells she had encountered in her new books. Again, the feeling of something foreign flowed through her body, but the more she practiced, the more she embraced this new darkness, this new power, and the less she cared about how Lucius had hurt her or how much she missed her own friends and family. Suddenly, the world seemed a little too brittle for her liking and she vowed to take care of that. She would work her way through things slowly, stretching her mind out to others and discovering their weaknesses, before she planned her actual attack. If things went her way, and honestly what other way would she let things go, she’d have things moving in her direction. Things would be set to the way she wanted them and hypocrisy be damned, the world owed her something.

Several hours later, her door opened and in walked her very own Master. She inwardly scoffed at that idea, but knew that she liked her time with Lucius enough not to end things yet, and not to end them at all until she could be assured of his safety. She wasn’t yet to that level in her magic, dark or otherwise, so she decided to continue the charade and bowed her head slightly to him.

“Hermione,” he stated simply as he hung his pristine cloak on the rack and turned to join her at the table.

Lucius regarded her closely, but she gave away no emotions as to how she was feeling at the moment. This only aggravated his guilty conscious further, the one he refused to listen to, so he gruffly asked, “how are you?”

“Fine,” she replied firmly, then pulled another book close to her and started to ignore him. When she flipped to the last page, she quietly gasped in shock and understanding, before closing the book and looking back to him. “Is there something you wanted?” she asked innocently.

“Um, yes, there was actually,” he replied, an uncharacteristic stammer to his usually silky smooth voice before it hardened and he continued, “The party is still planned for tomorrow and I need to know your thoughts on the previously discussed subject.”

“No,” she responded evenly, “you need to know who I’d be willing to fuck. I must say that it is rather nice of you to extend such curtseys to me, since I’m nothing more than your slave, and I’d be happy to tell you my wishes.”

“Hermione, you’re…” he broke off suddenly and ran his fingers down his already drawn face, unsure how he almost let something of that nature slip. He decided instead to cover it by continuing with the other part of the conversation and ignoring her remark. “You’re going to be watched by the Dark Lord himself tomorrow night. Any sign of weakness on my part will be quickly punished and you must realize that. Tell me now who is on your list and I will see what I can do.”

“Fine,” she sighed, looking closely at his handsome face and relishing briefly the words he almost said, but not allowing him to know that he was almost exactly where she wanted him to be.

Continuing with her plan, she slowly stood up and walked over to him. He looked at her questioningly and she allowed her gaze to soften when she looked in his eyes. She gently cupped his head and brought it to nestle on her stomach, clad only in her black silk robe. Then something she didn’t expect to happen happened. Something that, if she went by the words written on the last page of her book, shouldn’t have been able to happen. She felt a strong feeling of tenderness to this man who was showing a rare moment of weakness in allowing himself to be cradled by her. She stroked his long blond hair through her fingers and sorted out her thoughts. Finally a conclusion was met…she would protect this man with her very life, just like she would all others that she cared about, no matter how much he pretended she didn’t matter to him.

Lucius was shocked at first when she walked to him with a soft expression on her face. The hardness he knew he deserved wasn’t even there and he felt himself become even guiltier for his earlier actions. Slowly he allowed her to lower his head to her body and he willingly wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her even closer as she stroked his hair and he took her scent in deeply.

Gradually, without words, he brought her down to sit on his lap. He nuzzled her hair with his nose and she wrapped her arms around his neck, tiling her head to allow him better access. He pressed his lips to her neck and softly began kissing her, moving upwards to capture her lips with his own. Her traitorous body reacted of its own accord and she shifted closer to him, moaning into his mouth when he deepened the kiss. She felt herself being lifted into his arms and carried to the bed. All thoughts, of plans or otherwise, escaped her mind when he lay her down gently and sat beside her.

His fingers trailed around her face for a short time, before slowly lowering to her neck and then the sweet expanse of now uncovered flesh between her breasts. He continued on until he met the tie of her robe and lightly pulled it loose. He flattened his palm onto her stomach and tenderly moved the robe away from her body as his hands left a blazing trail behind.

Hermione felt the tenderness radiating from his hands and knew that this was his form of apology. The proud, aristocratic man would never actually say the words, but he would show her with his tenderness how sorry he was. She found herself forgiving him over and over as his hands moved up to cup her breasts and he lowered his head to her nipple. Moaning and arching into his touch, she found herself responding to his tongue in ways she was sure she hadn’t before. He felt like a part of her in this moment and all of her nerve endings seemed intensified. If only he would touch her where she so desperately needed him to, then she felt she could die a happy death.

Her wish was soon granted when his mouth began working it’s way between her breasts and down her flat stomach. His hands cupped her hips and his fingers stroked her flaming skin as his tongue slipped over her already wet folds. Bucking wildly up into him, she started begging and pleading for more. The only answer he gave her was to hold her in place with one hand as he lowered another to slip into her tight sleeve of wetness.

“Lucius, please!” she begged as another finger joined the first one and she felt her completion nearing.

Smirking to himself, he flicked his tongue over her swollen nub and bent his fingers inside of her. It had been so long since he’d done this for anyone, even his wife--- especially his wife, he corrected---that he was surprised how much he enjoyed it. Enjoyed the smell and taste, but enjoyed even more her reaction to his ministrations. She was so responsive to his touch that he wanted nothing more than to prolong her pleasure before giving her the release she was begging for. His name on her lips was like an angel’s song and he felt that, in that moment, perhaps there was redemption even for him. He flicked his tongue over her once more and she bucked violently beneath him before her juices flowed from her body and onto his tongue. Lapping greedily, he licked her dry as she came back down, then he slowly climbed back up her body, licking and kissing the entire way until his mouth met hers.

The taste of her release on his lips made her own stomach flutter. Her body was calm and relaxed after her orgasm and she languidly wrapped her arms around her lover’s neck. That’s what he was to her at this moment, he wasn’t her master or a Death Eater, only her lover, and her heart warmed with the knowledge.

“I must go now, love,” he said quietly and she was sure he didn’t realize what he had called her, “but before I do, I need your list.”

She grinned up at him and stroked his cheek before replying. “You, Lucius, are the only man I want. However, if the need arises that I must do something for others, there are none that I trust and few that I would be truly willing to touch. I’m not sure what to do, to be honest with you.”

He lay down beside her, still fully clothed, and pulled her close to him, trying to hide his smile as the words she’d just uttered washed over him. Her arm curled around his waist when she settled her head on his chest, and she draped her own leg over both of his, holding him like he belonged to her and not the other way around. Grabbing swiftly onto his train of though, he steered it back onto a relative track.

“Well, there’s not much I can do to help you. I trust Severus with my very life, but I don’t honestly want you anywhere near Draco.” He ignored the shudder that went through her body at the though of his son touching her and continued with his thoughts. “There are just so few worthy of your pleasure, my dear, that’s it’s very hard to decide, isn’t it? Dolohov might be fairly gentle…”

“Absolutely not!” she said forcefully. “He’s the one that almost killed me in the Department of Mysteries, remember?”

“No, I had actually forgotten that. Mulciber, Crabbe, and Goyle won’t get anywhere near you and neither will the werewolf trash. Both of the Lestranges are out as I prefer you to be whole when I get you back.”

“I prefer that as well,” she said cheekily before propping herself up to look into his kind face. “I think I could handle Professor Snape, although I’m sure that the awkwardness would interfere at first. Otherwise I will respect your own decisions about what you wish for me to do. It will be up to you who I’m to be with. Just please keep in mind that I’m a person with actual feelings and don’t wish to be brutally injured. I do still have some shred of dignity left.”

He gently pushed a curl back behind her ear and said earnestly, “Hermione, I’ll never let anyone hurt you. I promised to protect you and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. If you trust me, then I’ll make the best decisions for you that I can.”

She lowered her head to kiss him, but when she deepened the kiss, he broke it off and rose from the bed. “I must go now,” he said quickly. “Your dress will be delivered tomorrow and you need to be ready promptly at six. I’ll collect you then since I’ll have to take down several of the wards on your door.” He stroked her cheek gently, then walked over to retrieve his cane and cloak and left the room.

Hermione lay in bed for several moments before summoning the blankets up around her. Tomorrow would no doubt be the most degrading and humiliating, not to mention publicly so, day of her life and she was dreading it with all she had in her. No amount of magic could take that away, even though she racked her brain for some kind of solution. Tomorrow she would simply have to summon her Gryffindor courage and do what was asked of her, with whomever it was asked. She reminded herself that nothing at all may come of anything, and drifted off into an uneasy sleep with that thought in mind.


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