Lucius the Conqueror

Author’s Note: Hey y’all I love all the reviews I’ve been getting, and here is the long awaited installment. It’s not super long, nor is it exciting...or smutty...so I apologize. But I still hope you enjoy it, as I’m getting excited about this story. Also, if anyone would like to be my beta reader, please speak up. Thanks

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~Christa McGinn*

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Chapter Three: Hermione the Brave
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Draco leaned over and laid his head against his sweaty palms. He was currently sitting up in bed trying to rationalize why his father, even being the heartless bastard he was, would put his own son through that. He had another nightmare and had awoken for what seemed like the upteenth time. Next to him, Hermione stirred softly, but she went back to sleep. What had he done? He thought that with Ron out of the way, there would be no one in between Hermione and him now. He would have never conceived of his father interfering. Lucius Malfoy had scarred Hermione and Draco for life, and Draco had to figure out a way to fix it. Narcissa and his father had always had a “business” marriage. Separate rooms, cold smiles, financial arrangements, etc, so it was no surprise that Lucius had committed adultery several times over the years. But with Hermione?

Draco looked over at her and inwardly cursed his father. She was so innocent, and now she would never trust a Malfoy. And could he really blame her? He would have raped her too, but...but...somehow that was different. Right? He sighed. No. He was no different from his father.

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Hermione awoke the next morning to an empty bed. She stretched and yawned. Since the other night, Draco hadn’t even kissed her. He was being the perfect gentleman. He brought in her meals at regular times and sat to converse with her. He brought her whatever book she wanted, and he had her assigned her own personal house elf. The only thing he asked was to be able to sleep by her. Not have sex, just hold her. After all the horrible things that she had encountered so far, that actually sounded nice. Draco was a completely different person than he was in Hogwarts. Was she in denial about the fact that he was a murdering rapist who killed her future husband? Probably...But in a pack of wolves, wouldn’t you choose the nicest one? That’s all she was doing. She was stuck in a den of Malfoys, and Draco was her best option. Until she got out, at least...

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Lucius was sipping brandy in his study while the two young people tossed and turned. He was calm and collected, and was currently talking to his wife about wedding plans. Yes, he fully intended for this wedding to take place. If it didn’t, Draco would pout and he’d never see Hermione again. Neither were appealing options, so Narcissa was babbling on about dresses and flowers. She wasn’t happy to have her son marry a mudblood, but she obeyed orders. She, of course, had no idea what had been going on in that guest bedroom, but after being married to a death eater for 25 years, she stopped asking questions.

“Lucius, do you think that white roses would be best, or lilies?”

Lucius shrugged and stood.

“Narcissa, I honestly have no idea, nor do I care. Hermione is an unwilling bride, and Draco doesn’t care about flowers either. So in that case, Narcissa, you can plan your dream wedding and make it whatever you want. No one else will mind.”

Narcissa stared at him with beautiful but cold blue eyes and didn’t so much as smile or frown. Her face remained a mask devoid of emotion, and Lucius had to admit that he had married an equal in terms of ruthlessness and uncaring. They had never “loved” each other, but they “got along” fair enough. The sex had been decent for the first few years, but Narcissa’s boring personality began to seep into the bedroom. This forced Lucius to become a more aggressive lover, and he even began to try kinky bondage and fetish play. At first it received the reaction he was hoping for, but after a while she went back to being the dutiful and silent wife. And you can believe that having a woman who doesn’t flinch when whipped or not appalled when you give her anal defeats the purpose. So, after a surprisingly long time, he began to keep mistresses. However, these weren’t the high class concubines that the masters fell in love with, no...these were muggle or mudblood captives that Voldemort gifted each of his followers with. Lucius had gone through several, but each was obliviated and let go once Lucius tired of her. If Voldemort knew that he let his prisoners go, he would have a cow. But as it was, Lucius was able to simply lie and say that she had died, or he had killed her. The only reason he didn’t kill her was the simple fact that Lucius Malfoy could not bring himself to murder a woman or child in cold blood. People may be surprised to hear it, but he wasn’t a completely heartless bastard. Of course now, after the whole Hermione and Draco incident, he was wondering about himself as well.

“Alright. White roses it is then. Roses always go well, and we only have one child to marry off.”

Although the normal woman would have either acted excited or sad at this last phrase, Narcissa Black Malfoy simply stated it in her cultured monotone voice. If divorce had worked to Lucius’ advantage, she would be long gone...but as it was, she was a nice trophy to take to events and he could just shove her to another wing of the manor if need be.

Lucius nodded slightly and walked out of the room. He was restless, and he didn’t know why...okay, that was a lie. He did know why. It was because there was a beautiful 19 year old feisty wench trapped upstairs who was ripe to be fucked. However, he knew that Draco was becoming a very strong man, and he might actually be able to hurt his father if his “mate” was threatened again. Lucius would just have to find another way to amuse himself...Maybe a trip to Knockturn Alley was in order. A quick and dirty screw sounded like just the fix.

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Hermione was currently reading a thick bound volume of the History of Alchemy during the Renaissance in Italy when Lucius walked through the door. She had hoped it would be his son, so she stiffened subconsciously. Refusing to look up from her book, she simply continued to sit and forced herself to relax when she realized that she had tensed her shoulders and neck. Draco wouldn’t let Lucius harm her again, so she shouldn’t be scared. Besides, she was Hermione Granger. Gryffindor head girl and top student in her class at Hogwarts. She wasn’t scared of anything, and really, what could Lucius do that was worse than his recent actions.

Lucius walked over to where Hermione was determinedly ignoring his presence and had to restrain himself from slapping or otherwise harming her to get her attention. Taking a deep breath, he was immensely glad he had satisfied his lust on one of the unfortunate souls locked in his dungeon. He knew that if he tried to bed Hermione again, or harmed her in any way, Draco would have his head...or at least try, and probably severely injure Lucius in the process. He didn’t want to aggravate his son’s relationship with him any more than necessary. Was the forced threesome with an unforgivable thrown in the mix necessary? Hell no. What exactly was the eldest Malfoy thinking at the time? Not a whole lot. His cock was doing all the thinking, and any person who walked through the door at that moment would have found him or herself in the sexual mix...whether they wanted it or not. Even Narcissa. Smiling slightly, he imagined Narcissa’s face if it had been her. Maybe THAT would get a reaction out of the stone woman.

Standing close enough to smell Hermione’s Lilac scented hair, he spoke in his high English accent.

“Well, my future daughter-in-law, how has my prodigal son been treating you?”

It was a pointless question, but he was surprisingly without the right words. As if Hermione knew that he was dumbly without cleverness at the moment, she let out a delicate snort...if a snort could be delicate, and didn’t turn from her reading material.

“Mr. Malfoy, what exactly is it you want? You obviously have no desire for sex, as you would have used to classic Malfoy toss to the bed by now. Draco is hardly prodigal, and stop calling me daughter-in-law.”

“Draco has been obviously avoiding me. I count that as prodigal.”

“Can you honestly blame him? He has been through quite the traumatic experience.”

“I ask you not to assume to tell me the proper way to raise my son.”

“I was hardly doing that...”

“You were speaking to me in a condescending manner, and I won’t stand for it.”

“I always speak in a condescending manner to everyone, and you deserve it. Go ahead and take out your frustration on me, but I warn you that Draco will not be pleased, and he is becoming quite the powerful wizard. You may be a slimy snake, but you are far from stupid. You won’t cross your son again unless there is any chance you can get away with it, and I will tell Draco every move you make while in my sight.”

Lucius nearly growled at the way Hermione was talking to him, but he knew that she was unfortunately correct. Damn her, and Draco too.

“You watch your words, Mudblood...just because you will be married to my son does not mean that I have given up on having my way with you. You will always remember that I had you first, and I will always own a part of you that Draco can’t take away.”

Still she infuriated him by determinedly ignoring his hurtful remarks and simply smiling.

“I would leave if I were you, Mr. Malfoy. Draco should be back any moment now, and he will not be pleased to find you here.”

All of the sudden a voice from the doorframe joined the two.

“Indeed. I am not. Mr. Malfoy, please leave the room of my fiancee.”

Lucius turned around to see a young man who looked remarkably like him, but with a scowl and hateful look in his eyes that Lucius had never seen. Smiling a bittersweet defeated smile, Lucius leaned down briefly to Hermione’s ear to whisper.

“This is far from over, Miss Granger. I will own you...control you...break you and keep you. Draco may marry you, but you will be mine.”

Unbidden, Hermione shivered from the intimate touch of his tongue quickly on the shell of her ear. Inhaling deeply of her young scent, Lucius stood and swept toward his son. He hoped to say something, but Draco moved aside and held his wand at the ready while gesturing to the door. Lucius sent one masculine look of competition to his son, which was returned with equal intensity and left the room. Draco went over and manually closed the door. Turning back to Hermione, he moved toward her.

“Did he touch you?”

Hermione knew the jealous and angry tone of his voice and shook her head earnestly.

“He was just trying to scare me.”

She swallowed and kept eye contact with the fuming young wizard.
“Alright. Well enough.”

He went over and bent over to put his hands on her shoulders. Dipping his head, he couldn’t resist placing a chaste kiss to the soft nape of her neck. She had pulled her hair into a loose bun, and Draco was thankful. It suited her very well, and it showed her elegant neck. He continued to place kisses along the column of her neck and moved over to her ear.

“He cannot have you. My mother is making the wedding plans as we speak, and whether you agree or not, we will be husband and wife in a fortnight’s time. I will be the only man you will know from now forward.”

Hermione had been losing herself in the sensation until he bluntly stated the fact that she didn’t have a choice in the matter. She frowned and was reminded that Draco was still a Malfoy and Slytherin. She pulled away and looked to him with spite in her eyes.

“Am I supposed to be comforted by that thought? You are a lesser evil, that is true, but an evil nonetheless. You will never have my affection, and you will be essentially raping me every night. At least Lucius doesn’t go back and forth between demeaning and comforting. You claim to ‘love’ me, but you don’t know the meaning of that word Draco Malfoy. Ron Weasley knew the meaning, and my heart turned to stone when he was killed by YOU.”

Draco stiffened in anger when she mentioned the annoying redhead Gryffindor, and out of reflex he brought back his hand to strike her, but he thought better of it and spun around to walk out and slam the door.

Hermione leaned over and closed her eyes. She knew that she had done the right thing, but she couldn’t help but think that she had foolishly lost her only ally in this horrid affair. Turning back toward the window, she noticed that the sun was setting. If she could only focus on staying clear-headed and smart about this situation, then she could develop a plan to get out. There had to be a way...had to...

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Lucius sat in his study and wondered where on earth the statement that he had whispered to Hermione had come from. He would own her? He could take any girl he wanted, and leaving her to Draco would save him a lot of trouble and grief. Also, what had softened his view of her? He needed to remember his priorities...and he needed to fuck someone...badly. Making his way to the dungeon, he pictured that it was a curly haired Gryffindor he was going to sleep with. He didn’t examine this fact, but it was obvious that there was something going on in the Malfoy males that meant nothing good for Hermione Granger.


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A/N~ Alright, this was a pretty boring chapter, but kind of a necessary connecting one. People have been asking me if this is a Hermione/Draco story instead of Hermione/Lucius. I’m going to stick with Hermione/Lucius, but my stories tend to develop a mind of their own. Sorry for that...*looks guilty* There are probably going to be some big surprises in store. I want to thank everyone for their appreciated reviews, and I just beseech you to keep it up It really motivates me. The reason it took so long to post the third chapter was the fact that I was on a 2 week long vacation to the Baltic. I’m just recovering from the trip, so I apologize for the wait. Thanks for being so wonderful If you’d like to get to know me on facebook, myspace, buzznet or xanga, just let me know. I LOVE meeting new people, just no stalkers please. I have enough of a complicated life already. My AIM is HistoricalMuse if you want to talk. Thanks again

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~Christa McGinn*