The legacy of the Diary

As she descended the staircase Hermione felt the temperature of the air around her dropping and the echo of her footsteps on the flagstone steps bouncing off the cold grey walls. The light became a dim glow from guttering candles on sconces set into niches in the walls. She held her wand out in front of her. “Lumos!”
Instantly the wand sprung into life and a blazing light now led her way into the gloom below.

Once at the foot of the stairs Hermione realised she had a decision to make as the dungeon corridor forked in three directions. Left, right or straight ahead? She decided to take the left fork first then she would come back and take the centre path. She would have to be methodical if she was to carry out a thorough search.

She started along the corridor, down here there were no portraits or wall hangings or carpets. Instead the cold, austere surroundings made her shiver and question her decision to investigate. Ahead she could see an eerie blue glow coming from the room at the end of the corridor and she made her way towards it. As she progressed she peered through the bars of each of the, what could only be described as, ‘cell’ doors which she passed along the way. Each one was in darkness and locked. She stopped at one of the doors “Alohomora.” She enunciated with a flick of her wand but the heavy metal door handle refused to turn. It was worth a try but she had not been surprised that these doors would be protected with more than a standard lock.
Ignoring the rest of the doors she continued to the end of the corridor towards the blue glow. This time there was no need for a charm as the heavy wooden door yielded easily beneath her hand. She pushed open the door to reveal a surprising sight.

Though not large, the room housed a swimming pool, lit from below the surface of the water. The shimmering lights cast an aqua blue glow onto the vaulted ceiling of the dungeon room, made even more perfect by the serene, unrippled surface of the water. Hermione was captivated by the peace which encapsulated her and drew her into the room and towards the water. The water was crystal clear and all she could think of was the need to get in and swim. Only a few strokes and she would reach the far side of the pool, but she still felt the need to be in the water, to swim.

She was just about to dip her toe into the pool and break the glass-like surface when suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She jumped, feeling the hot rush of adrenaline through her body as she turned to face the intruder.

“You’d never make it to the other side.” Lucius smiled.
“Why d’you say that?”
“It’s an enchanted pool, it’s aim is to draw you to the opposite side but a current stops you reaching it – quite good exercise really – you can swim and swim and never get there. I often come in here to swim after…”
“After what?” Hermione interjected.
“Ah, well…let’s just say after I’ve visited some of my other dungeon rooms.
He gazed into the distance, a wistful look on his face.
“Your other dungeon rooms…” began Hermione, “They’re all locked.”
“Merely a precaution my dear, but if you’d like a tour – I’d be delighted. In fact I have a favourite room I’d like to share with you…” He smiled, taking Hermione by the hand and led her out of the pool room.
“But, the water..?” She stared back over her shoulder at the enchanting pool. “We’ll come back my dear, I promise.” Lucius turned her chin tenderly and kissed her lips chastely before leading her out of the room.

Once away from the water she began to regain her thoughts and a myriad of questions flashed into her head.
“Where are we going?” Was the first to escape her lips.
“Ah – a surprise!”

Halfway down the corridor Lucius stopped in front of a door and turned the iron ring which served as a handle. The door creaked open much to Hermione’s amazement since she was sure that this was one of the doors she had tried to open.
She pulled back on his hand. “Wait. We can’t put this off any longer Lucius, I have to give you the Veritaserum.”
“Indeed. Then you’ll want me secured in case I should reveal anything important?”
“Well, I suppose that would be the usual course of action. But are you saying that I’ll need to restrain you? It makes you sound incredibly guilty.”
Lucius smiled. “Not at all my dear, just a little hobby of mine, though normally I like to do the tying up!”
“Lucius! Stop toying with me, this is a serious matter.”
“Hermione,” Lucius turned to her, irritation in his voice, “I have already had a very trying day, I am merely seeking a little diversion.”
“I have a job to do!” She retorted, fire flashing in her eyes.

“Then this is what we’ll do: In here you can tie me up, I have a variety of suitable, er, methods. Then you can feed me the contents of your phial and do what you will with me!”
Hermione eyed him suspiciously but followed as he pushed open the door and candles inside the room sprung to life illuminating the scene.

The room was not large but had a warmer feel to it than the corridor. A central padded chair dominated the room whose walls were lined with iron hooks from which hung an assortment of interesting ‘objects’, mostly metal and leather. Hermione didn’t recognise most of the objects but understood instantly the purpose of this room though not necessarily the function of each individual object. She was seeing a dungeon room in it’s most primal sexual sense. A room for play, a room for experimenting, a room for pain and a room for pleasure.
A mixture of fear and anticipation knotted inside her as Lucius led her towards the centre of the room and the centrepiece of the room. The chair.

The seat of the chair was upholstered in dark green leather and seemed to be split down the middle so that it could be opened up to spread the legs of it’s occupant. The back of the chair was in the shape of a snake coiled into a figure of eight, also padded leather. The snake’s head pointed up towards the ceiling, glimmering eyes and a flicking forked tongue almost making it seem alive.

Lucius released Hermione’s hand and threw off the cloak he was wearing. Beneath it he was naked from the waist up and Hermione felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck.
“You look frightened my dear?”
“What are you going to do to me?” She asked, beginning to feel overwhelmed by her surroundings.
“I’m not going to do anything to you. From that first night we met at Hogwarts I have dreamt about you dominating me.” He began to undo the button fly on his leather trousers and Hermione felt herself tremble. “You can secure me then do what you must.” He continued cryptically.

Pulling off the leather garment he proceeded to the chair and sat down, at once opening his legs and raising his wrists above his head so that his hands clasped together just below the snake’s head.

“You will need to secure me my dear, I cannot do that myself.” He smiled and beckoned Hermione towards him with his head.

Overwhelmed by the sight of the naked wizard Hermione acquiesced and stood between his open legs, bending slightly to kiss his upturned face.

She stepped away and surveyed him. Steely determination then overcame her initial misgivings as she deftly removed her cloak, and hung it on a nearby hook.
She took the tiny bottle from the pocket and wand in hand she advanced towards him.

She pointed her wand at his hands “Defigo!” An invisible magical clasp bound his hands. She repeated the same charm on each ankle and it bound each limb to the leg of the chair.

“Clementia.” Lucius said simply.
“Clementia?” repeated Hermione puzzled.
“Our ‘safe’ word. We have to have a safe word – if we want the other person to stop.”
“Clementia.” Confirmed Hermione softly laying down her wand and walking back to her naked wizard.

She unstoppered the bottle and held it to his lips. “Drink up.” She said as she tipped the bottle and was surprised to see Lucius happily, almost gratefully swallow the potion. “Now let’s see what you have to tell me.”

She stood back, it would take a few seconds for the potion to take effect but then she would have several hours of complete truth from Lucius.
She felt a tingling sensation rise up her spine as she watched Lucius, naked, restrained and now drugged. He closed his eyes as he felt the warmth from the potion spread through his body and an identical tingle rose up his back.

“So, tell me the truth…” She began

His eyes snapped open and fixed on her.

“The truth, well, ok…I never liked that dress, it wasn’t Narcissa’s colour, though it rather suits you. But I want you to take it off.” He smiled at Hermione who began automatically to unbutton the dress down the front revealing naked creamy white breasts and a black thong. The dress fell to the floor and Hermione looked at the pool of fabric and at her almost naked body startled. This was not the effect she had been expecting.

She walked towards Lucius, drawn to him like a magnet, uncontrolled fear in her eyes. “Lucius, what have you done?”

“There has been a change of plan my dear. Now you didn’t really think I’d let you give me Veritaserum, did you? But I promise you’ll enjoy this potion even more.” He smiled, watching her wrestle with her own emotions as the effect of the potion that he had taken began, in turn to work on her.

“You drugged me lastnight didn’t you?”
“Yes, I needed you to sleep. I needed time to switch the potion.”
Hermione’s head began to swim, she could not think straight. She began to peel off the thong. Nothing seemed to matter any more, only the naked wizard before her. This was some sort of strange attraction potion. Vainly she fought it, the remaining rational part of her mind crying out for answers.
“Lucius you didn’t need to drug me to make love to me!”
“That I know, my dear. But snape’s idea of a potion to lower your inhibitions gave me an idea. I needed you to see that this dungeon can be a very rewarding place. I knew I’d never get you to willingly take a potion. But the draught in your water at breakfast which made you feel better also helped to make this attraction potion to work. You’ll be at one with my deepest, darkest sexual desires…”

At this point the last rational thought left Hermione and she felt herself descend to her knees in front of her wizard, her face level with his erect penis, she took him in her mouth sucking hungrily for a few seconds. At once he stopped talking and began to moan and pull at his bound hands.

She stood again and walked around him, stopping behind him and pulling on his hair to tip his head back. He cried out in surprise.

“You asked for this, wizard.” She smiled, a glint in her eye as she left him to select something from a hook on the wall. What she did not understand was that now she seemed to know what every implement was for. She ran her fingertips over barbed prongs and chains then down onto leather straps. Finally she selected a rubber flail – something gentle to begin with. She brought it over to Lucius and began to trail the rubber thongs over his body, making goosepimples rise on his skin and seeing him shiver with anticipation. Eventually she flicked back the whip and then ‘crack’ brought it down across his thigh, not even an inch away from his quivering manhood. She trailed it down that leg then up the other leg and ‘crack’ brought it down again on the other thigh. She repeated this, first the right leg then the left. Right and left, until red stripes decorated his muscled thighs. She bent down to him kissing the tender flesh and once again taking his cock in her mouth and eliciting moans from him.

She returned to the wall, this time with a solid riding crop, tapering to a single knotted leather thong.

The slender snakelike back of the chair meant she had excellent access to his buttocks and without mercy she brought the whip down over his right cheek, a pink line immediately rising across his white flesh. She repeated this on the other buttock watching him bite his lip to silently bear the pain.
She closed his legs, the seat of the chair gliding closed on its well oiled hinge. Straddling him she bent to kiss his lips and licked the blood that oozed from his lower lip from where he had bitten into it. His head fell back and as the whip came down over his buttock again, this time he cried out, an uncertain mixture of pleasure and pain.

Positioning herself over him, her pussy lips wet and swollen, she slowly slid down his throbbing pole, burying it to the hilt. Again she brought the whip down and felt him plunge deeper into her as his body lunged forward.

“I’m going to ride you like a horse.” She whispered into his ear. “You’re a lazy horse and you need to be beaten.”
Crack! Down came the whip again and he thrust up into her.
Crack! And with her free hand she pushed down on his shoulders, pinning him in his seat. Furiously she began to ‘ride’ him. Whipping him every now and again to feel him pushing further into her his breath growing ragged as his hips bucked against her and his hands strained against the magical bonds.
“Clementia!” He finally breathed and Hermione brought her mouth to his and kissed him deeply, feeling him flex inside her. She dropped the whip to the floor and slipped off him to pick up her wand. She pointed it at his hands and feet “Liberatio!” And he was free.
“My turn now I think.” He smiled


A/N:
Apologies for the time taken to upload - I thought AFF had gone! I found it again so I'm writing again!

Ok, yes I know it’s all seeming a bit contrived – but I so wanted to put a dungeon scene in – to be continued in chapter 31!

Oh btw…
Defigo – latin for fasten or secure
Clementia – latin for mercy
liberatio – latin for ‘to free’