What a Witch Needs

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This chapter was beta’d by gardengirlgarden and Narcissa Black! My deepest gratitude to them both.

WARNING: Small HBP spoiler near the end. Hopefully everyone’s read it by now. If not, what are you doing reading this? Go… read HBP! Now! LOL

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Confusion’s Beauty


Having just shaved her legs, Hermione smoothed the skin softening cream over them with long, firm strokes. Then she laid her head back on the chaise and shut her eyes a moment, thinking about all that Meri had told her. She was so relieved that Tom Riddle was not her father that it felt as if a mantle of worry had just fallen off of her. She was quite sure she couldn’t speak Parseltongue, though she had never tried to. She knew that she never could understand Harry when he spoke it.

A smile formed on her face as she thought of Harry and Draco leading Professor Snape around the dungeons. She had hoped that the boys would have been here when she came home, but such was life. Her thoughts were always filled with them and she felt fortunate to have them both in her life, not to mention the things they made her feel!

Hermione’s hand rose and she ran her fingers through her long hair as she rested. The fingers trailed down over one breast and she began to tease her nipple, feeling it pebble with her attention. A low moan escaped her mouth and she pulled the blue silk of her bathrobe further apart so that she could cover the bare skin of her breasts with both her hands.

One of her favorite images was of Draco and Harry as they each took a nipple into their mouths at the same time. She closed her eyes and imagined the boys were with her now, licking and sucking at her. Hermione licked her fingertips and returned them to her nipples, wanting the aid of the cold air in the room to fuel her excitement.

One hand soon left her breast and traveled slowly down over her belly, caressing her soft skin on its way. One bent leg fell slightly open as her fingers found her wet treasure and wiggled through her swelling folds. Hermione’s lips parted slightly as a soft sigh of pleasure escaped them, unknowing that her every move was being observed by an increasingly aroused wizard.


Lucius Malfoy couldn’t pull himself way from the sight of Hermione pleasuring herself. At this moment, she was more beautiful than he could ever have imagined her to be and for the first time he found that he envied his own son. If only he could be Draco for a little while, perhaps use a spell, he would gladly do it so that he could sample the body of Lady Marlston. But he had been stripped of magic since he had entered this place, so he contented himself with looking and lusting. His arousal was instant the moment she opened her robe and exposed herself.

He tried to control his breathing as he watched her hands traveling over her body. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to replace those hands with his. Her skin looked so soft and she was damp from her bath. If this were Malfoy Manor, where he was master of the house, he would stride into her room and take her, whether she wanted it or not.

He stifled his own groan when her fingers began to move faster and her moans grew louder as she approached her climax. It was then that another movement caught his eye and he turned his head in surprise.

That half goblin was crawling along the ceiling, coming towards Lucius at an alarming pace. Lucius pressed himself harder against the wall, his eyes opening wide at the sight. The creature stopped when he was above Lucius’ head, looking down on him with anger.

“You’re a bad man, Mr. Malfoy, to spy on my mistress like this,” Bugger growled. Lucius now noticed that Bugger had an object in his hand, but it was too late to move out of the way as Bugger quickly knocked him over the head.

Lucius fell to the floor unconscious and Bugger hopped down to the floor, standing upright next to the body. He picked up the wizard’s feet and dragged him away as quickly as he could.


Hermione moaned through her orgasm and panted her release as her contractions pulsed through her body. She was barely aware of a loud thud in the hallway as her senses spiraled deliciously. When she finally opened her eyes, she noticed that the door was ajar and she drew her open robe together again and belted it closed. Rising from the chaise, she walked to the bedroom door and opened it wider. She looked both ways down the hallway and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Shutting the door, she turned to prepare herself for dinner.

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Lucius awoke to the sound of water dripping onto stone. His head was throbbing once more and he tried to roll over to his side but found that he could not. Then his eyes sprang open when he realized he was bound to a stone altar with his wrists and ankles in metal cuffs. He lifted his head and saw that he was also completely naked, spread like an offering to some ancient god.

“Blast that bloody beast to hell,” Lucius cursed as he remembered Bugger hitting him over the head. “I’m going to wring his scrawny neck!” He looked around at the stone walls and guessed that he was somewhere in the vast dungeons. Bugger was nowhere to be seen, but Lucius had a feeling he would soon make an appearance.

He closed his eyes, trying to focus on soothing the pain in his head and waited. After a few moments he felt a cool hand on his chest, stroking him lightly and he opened his eyes to the most unbelievable sight.

Lady Marlston was standing next to the altar in her blue silk robe, her hand on his chest and desire in her eyes. His eyes watched her hand caressing him for a moment before he moved his gaze to her face.

His eyes narrowed in mistrust and he said, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Isn’t this what you want, Lucius?” Hermione asked, a sexy smile forming on her face. Her fingers traveled to one of his nipples and began teasing it with feathery strokes.

“I want to be released from these cuffs,” he snapped, trying not to pay attention to the exquisite sensations she was giving him. He didn’t like being vulnerable like this. He had never let a woman have the upper hand with him. He was the one who was always in control.

“Hmmm?” she mumbled as she began moving her hand down over his ribs and stomach.

His cock betrayed him as it sprang to life on its own and it angered him that he could not pretend he was unaffected by her touch. When her fingers wrapped around his hard length he hissed through his teeth, “You belong to Draco and Potter!”

Hermione’s hand continued moving as her eyes met his. “I belong to myself,” she said.

Lucius shut his eyes and said, “Release me and I’ll give you what you want. You’ll have all my years of experience right between your pretty little legs.”

“But I enjoy having you at my mercy, Lucius,” Hermione grinned.

“I don’t enjoy it!” he snapped.

She gave him a throaty laugh and said, “That’s not what your body is saying.” She released his cock from her hand and went to the end of the altar, between his spread feet. Hermione crawled up onto the stone slab and made her way slowly towards his groin, his long legs on both sides of her. Her head bent and licked a trail up his thigh towards his throbbing member.

She chuckled again at the way Lucius shook with suppressed anger and lust. “Aw, my poor Death Eater,” she teased. “Bound and helpless.” She took the tip of her finger and swiped at the pre-cum on the tip of his excited cock, sticking it in her mouth as she watched his face.

“You want my mouth on your cock, don’t you?” she grinned. Her fingers slid over his testicles and he sucked in a quick breath, giving away his lust for her. She grinned again and said, “You want to fuck me too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he rasped out. “Release me and I’ll fuck you, my dear.”

“Why do I need to release you?” she asked. “I can have you like this if I wish. I can suck you and ride you all I want.” She bent head down towards his cock without breaking eye contact with him, grasping his erection with her hand and swiping her tongue out at his cock with quick teasing licks.

She chuckled at his inner struggle for control as he tried to keep his face a neutral mask of indifference. He couldn’t remain that way, however, when her mouth covered his cock and began moving on his hot length. He gasped but then quickly tried to compose himself, holding back any build up she was trying to achieve. He would not give her the satisfaction of winning this little power struggle.

After a long while she stopped and lifted her head to look at him. “You are no fun, Lucius,” she frowned. “Why don’t you let yourself experience pleasure?”

“Do you want to know what would give me pleasure?” he asked crisply. “If you were chained to this stone instead, that would give me great pleasure.”

“Must you always be in control?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered.

She sighed heavily and waved her hand, “Very well.”

With a quick swooping motion, Lucius now found that Hermione was lying on the altar, cuffed as he had just been, and he was kneeling between her spread legs as she had been. He looked surprised for a moment as he wondered how she had done that without her wand.

But his surprise soon turned to overwhelming lust as he realized that he now had her exactly where he wanted her. He grinned at her and said, “Very nice, my dear. You’re a very clever witch indeed.” His eyes ran down the length of her body in the blue silk robe and he said, “But I realize that you can free yourself just as quickly as you have bound yourself, so you still have a measure of power in this situation.”

“I will keep myself this way until you are finished with me,” she promised.

“You are willing to let me have my way with you?” Lucius asked, his pulse quickening at the thought.

“Yes, and I’ll even pretend I’m unwilling if that turns you on,” she smiled.

“That won’t be necessary,” Lucius said, his voice already heavy with lust. “I want to hear you scream in pleasure.” He hooked a finger into the belt of her robe and tugged it gently, letting it fall to both sides of her body and exposing her luscious curves for his viewing pleasure. His finger drew circles on her midsection as he asked, “How much time do I have before the others come looking for you?”

“As much time as you’d like,” she answered. She began to arch her back and thrust her breasts out to him invitation.

He swallowed as his finger moved up the curve of one breast and circled around her nipple. “I’d like all night,” he rasped. His eyes dilated, hearing her whimper at the feel of his fingers pinching and caressing her hard peak. He moved his fingers slowly up the other breast to give that one some attention.

“I’ve wanted to touch you all day,” he said with a low voice. He moved his body over hers and pressed himself onto her warm flesh while his lips descended to her throat, kissing and nipping her soft skin. He breathed in her scent and whispered, “Gods! You smell so good, taste so good.” His wet tongue licked a line down to her breast while his hands kneaded and caressed them. Over her twin mounds he took turns kissing and licking, biting and tonguing her nipples as she moaned and thrashed her head from side to side.

He continued lavishing attention on her breasts as one hand caressed its way down her body, over her soft skin to the hot, wet core of her being. She gasped and sighed as his fingers dipped into her wetness, pulling her juices up and around the swollen nub of her clit.

Lucius’ hard cock was up against her thigh, pressing in rhythm against her as he plunged a finger into her passage and felt her muscles squeezing on his slick digit as if trying to hold him into her. He smiled against her nipple as he plunged in two fingers and began fucking her with them, making sure to rub against her G-spot deep within. Her moans and gasps were making him painfully aroused and he wanted to plunge his cock deep into her and show her what it felt like to be fucked by an experienced man.

When her orgasm started on his fingers he raised his head and watched her face as she reddened and gasped for air. He continued finger fucking her slowly as she came down from her peak, letting her ride out every last contraction. Then he smiled at her satisfied expression and pulled his fingers from her, sticking them into his mouth and tasting them while she watched. He said, “Tell me what you want. Do you want my face between your legs or my cock?”

She lifted one eyebrow in question and said, “I’m the one at your mercy, Lucius. It’s your choice.”

She was right! Lucius found himself wondering why he had asked her. She was allowing him to have his way with her, so why was he concerned with what she wanted? Why couldn’t he completely take the power away from her when she was so willingly giving it to him? This was not how he usually behaved and he was disgusted at this weakness in himself. He was acting like a lovesick schoolboy.

He growled in anger at himself and shifted his body between her legs, his cock right against her wet cunt. “You want to fuck your boyfriend’s father, my Lady?” he snapped. “Then let’s fuck.” He lifted his hips and plunged his hard length into her tight sheath causing her to gasp and tilt her chin up towards the ceiling. His mouth lowered onto her throat to kiss and lick her while he fucked her ever harder and faster.

“Yes!” she gasped as he pounded into her over and over again.

Lucius closed his eyes and concentrated his efforts, wanting to bring her to climax with him. Something was happening, however, as his thrusts were no longer hitting the end of her passage. It was as if the end had disappeared. He opened his eyes at this strange sensation only to watch in stunned amazement as Hermione’s whole form beneath him began to fade and become transparent. He fell face first on the altar as she turned into a fine mist and rolled like a ball before him.

Lucius was now lying alone on the altar, pushing up on his hands and watching the mist as it seeped down into the stone floor. “What!” he exclaimed, confused over what had just occurred. He had never seen anyone turn into mist before. When someone apparated it was always accompanied by a loud pop and they were gone instantly. This was something else entirely!

“Please dress for dinner, sir,” a voice said off to the side of the dungeon, startling Lucius further as he swung his face towards the nervous house elf standing in the doorway.

“Where is Lady Marlston?” he demanded.

“Lady Marlston, Lord Potter, Lord Malfoy and Professor Snape are all seated in the dining room, sir,” the house elf announced. “They have been awaiting your arrival for dinner.”

“Waiting?” Lucius repeated. How could she be waiting for him when he had just been inside her?

“Yes, sir,” the elf said. “They asked me to find you.”

“How long has Lady Marlston been waiting in the dining room?” Lucius asked, beginning to realize that whoever he had been fucking was not the real Lady Marlston.

“About half an hour, sir,” the elf answered.

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Hermione couldn’t help but notice the strange way Lucius Malfoy was acting during dinner. He avoided looking at her as much as politely possible and seemed a bit disoriented. He also was casting evil looks towards Bugger who was standing just inside the doorway in case he was needed for anything. She decided to question Bugger later as to this behavior.

Professor Snape did not seem too pleased as either. Hermione, however, knew the reason for his sour mood. Harry and Draco had led him around the dungeons all day and they hadn’t found anything they could label a power source. She wondered if Harry planned to keep the secret of Merlin away from Dumbledore as well. Hermione didn’t feel right about keeping secrets from Dumbledore yet her very blood boiled at the thought of anyone finding out. She supposed that it was in her DNA as a Marlston to protect the secret, yet if Merlin’s power would help against Voldemort shouldn’t they use it? They definitely needed more knowledge before deciding anything so she decided to speak with Harry and Draco privately after dinner.

Lucius and Snape had retired to their rooms early that evening. Bugger approached the Professor before he left and informed him that Kitty wished to spend the evening with him. Snape was surprised at this request and said, “Will I be observed?”

Bugger looked at Harry, Hermione and Draco for the answer. Harry shook his head and said, “Go on, Professor. Take Kitty to bed with you. You’ll have your privacy tonight.”

Snape looked at Hermione and asked, “Do I have your leave to spend time with your pet?” Snape said this in such sarcastic tones that Hermione had to hide her grin. It was obvious that Professor Snape thought the whole idea of human pets was ridiculous. But it seemed he didn’t mind the benefits that came with it.

“Yes,” Hermione said. “Treat her well.”

Kitty began to crawl up the stairs after him and Snape stopped and looked down at her in irritation. “Please stand,” he said haughtily. She stood and walked quietly behind him the rest of the way.

Draco and Harry chuckled and then turned to Hermione, hugging and kissing her in a three-way embrace. “We missed you today,” Draco said to her. “How did it go in the village?”

“I spoke to Meri,” she told them. “I learned a bit of history about my parents and Tom Riddle.”

“Come in the library and tell us,” Harry said, taking her hand and pulling her to sit between them on a large, comfortable sofa.

She told them all that Meri had told her and when she had finished they quietly reflected on her words.

“At least we know why the villagers hate Voldemort so passionately,” Harry commented.

“I’m just relieved that I’m not his daughter,” Hermione sighed.

“I could have told you that,” Harry said. “Dumbledore let me see a memory of Tom Riddle’s mother and her family. They all spoke Parseltongue.” Harry stroked Hermione’s head as she rested it on his shoulder. “I didn’t know you were worried about that. Why didn’t you let us know?”

“I don’t know,” she said softly. “I’ve been feeling so strange lately. Like something is shifting within me. I think being here at Marlston is affecting me somehow.”

“I think it’s been affecting us all,” Draco said. “What are we going to do? I don’t want to spend the rest of the week leading Snape around on a wild goose chase.”

Hermione lifted her head and looked at them. “Let’s go to the Hall of Portraits and see what we can find out.”

“Are you sure?” Harry asked. “You didn’t seem too keen to go there since that night.”

“That was before today. Now that I know Sebastian and Morgana are my real parents and not Tom Riddle, I think I can handle it,” she said.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing that place,” Draco added. “I suppose our portraits will hang there someday.”

“Someday in the distant future I hope,” Harry said.

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With the help of Bugger, they located the secret panel that opened into the Hall of Portraits and watched as all the wall torches lit themselves one after the other, seeming to go on as far as they could see, indefinitely. Harry turned to Bugger and said, “Make sure Snape and Lucius Malfoy don’t come wandering this way.”

“Yes, master,” Bugger replied and left towards the guest wing.

Draco already stood within the hall, gaping up above the portraits of Hestia and Halvern Marlston. “Would you look at that!” he exclaimed. “That is actually a portrait of Mordred. I wonder what he would say if his portrait still spoke?”

“Most likely nothing,” said a portrait down the hall a ways. “He was quite arrogant.”

They walked further into the hall and looked for the speaker. The man in the portrait wore deep purple robes and looked down on them in interest. “Edmund Marlston,” he said, introducing himself.

“Nice to meet you, Edmund,” Hermione replied. “When did you...?”

“Die?” Edmund smirked at her. “It’s not a bad word, my child. We all must die someday. I passed on in 1247.”

“Did Mordred’s portrait still speak when you were alive?” Draco asked.

“Yes,” Edmund answered. “But he wasn’t a pleasant conversationalist.”

The noise of the hall grew as the portraits began speaking to one another, reminiscing about Mordred. “Quiet!” yelled Edmund.

“How rude!” a woman exclaimed down the hall in response to Edmund’s temper.

“You’ll have to excuse them,” Edmund said. “We get so few visitors and we tire of speaking to each other.”

“It’s all right,” Hermione replied. “I’m just happy that you’re all here. It’s truly amazing.”

“Yes, well, to you maybe,” Edmund grumped and then sighed. “I suppose you didn’t come here to just gaze upon us.”

“No,” Harry answered. “We need to know more about Merlin and Marlston.”

“Of course you do,” Edmund answered. “Who else has the right to know if not the current triad? So, what do you wish to ask?”

“Have any of you ever gone to see Merlin, in his prison of ice?” Harry asked.

The portraits began talking again in a big jumble of noise and Edmund had to yell again, “Quiet!” Then he looked at the teens and said, “Good heavens, why would anyone want to do that?”

“Well, to see him or perhaps free him,” Harry said as if it were an obvious reason.

“NO!” Hermione yelled at Harry. Harry and Draco looked at her as she covered her mouth with her hand in shock.

“Spoken like a true Marlston,” Edmund smiled at her proudly.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” Hermione said, shocked at her own reaction. “I don’t know why I yelled like that. It just came out of me.”

“It’s in your blood to guard Merlin, child,” Edmund said to her.

“Why?” she asked him. “Why hasn’t anyone freed him?” But even as she asked that question she could feel fierce protectiveness flow through her.

“Don’t you think he’d be a bit angry at his jailers?” Edmund answered. “The power of the triad would be destroyed, along with the power of the Dark Lord. The first thing he would do is take back the power that Mordred had drained from him. Then he would destroy Marlston.”

“But how could he take back the power if he has no power to do so?” Draco asked.

“No power? Where did you get that idea?” Edmund said. “The powers of Merlin are vast and terrible. Mordred could not take all of Merlin’s power, only Merlin’s dark powers. Light powers cannot be drained from anyone because they reside in a person’s very heart.”

Harry looked thoughtfully at the ground and then back to Edmund. “So if Merlin took back the Dark Power, there would no longer be a Dark Lord?”

“Precisely,” Edmund said. “Merlin is an immortal. He can never expire. But the rest of us obviously can.”

Draco looked at Harry strangely, “Harry? What are you thinking?”

Harry looked at him, shaking himself from his thoughts. “Nothing,” he said.

“Don’t even consider it!” Draco said, guessing at Harry’s thoughts. “I know you didn’t want to be a Dark Lord but you heard what Edmund said. Merlin would want revenge on Marlston and Hermione is a Marlston!”

“I would never do anything to hurt Hermione,” Harry snapped.

Hermione put her hands on their arms to calm them. “Please, let’s not jump to conclusions. We are just trying to gather information tonight. We can talk about this later.” She really didn’t want any consideration of releasing Merlin at the moment as she knew in her heart she would have to stop any effort to do so.

“Thank you for speaking with us, Edmund,” Hermione said. Then she looked at the boys and said, “Let’s go see my parents.”

Harry avoided looking at Draco as they made their way further down the Hall of Portraits. His mind kept filling with the image of releasing Merlin and having Merlin take the Dark Power back. Harry knew that not only would he be relieved of it, but Voldemort would be as well. Harry wondered if he would go back to being a muggle if that happened or at least a wizard of the light. What would happen to all the dark wizards? What would the world be like with Merlin back in it? So many questions were filling his mind and distracting him that he didn’t realize he was now standing before Sebastian and Morgana until Hermione pinched his arm.

Apparently they had greeted him and he had not heard. “Sorry,” he said.

“Have a lot on your mind no doubt,” Sebastian said, looking Harry over. Harry just nodded.

“You are so beautiful, dear,” Morgana said to Hermione with tears in her eyes. “We are so proud of you.”

Hermione blushed and said, “Thank you. I’m happy that I can finally see you and learn more about you.”

“We are sorry that we could not raise you ourselves,” Sebastian said. “It is something that we deeply regret.”

Hermione nodded and then glanced up at Tom Riddle. “Meri told me what happened. Well, what she knew of.”

“Did she?” Morgana said. “Did she also tell you who she was?”

Hermione looked at her mother in question and shook her head. “What are you trying to tell me?”

“Morgana, no,” Sebastian warned. “You know we cannot tell tales of the living.”

Morgana looked irritated at being silenced on the matter. She looked at Hermione in apology. “You are wise, my dear,” Morgana said. “I’m sure you shall find any answers you seek.”

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A/N Did I have you going there for awhile? Did you believe it was really Hermione with Lucius? LOL Hope you enjoyed it. I’m not through messing with Lucius yet.

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