A Mile in their Shoes
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Chapter Three
Title: A Mile in their Shoes (3/?)
Author: QueenC
Feedback: queenc@hotpop.com
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Hermione/Lucius. Small bits of Draco/Ginny. Mentions Hermione/Viktor and Lucius/Narcissa.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling is the Goddess of the Potterverse. Please don’t sue me for not being her.
Distribution: Anywhere I send it. If anyone else wants it just let me know.
Spoilers: Through OotP
Summary: The new Minister of Magic finds an inventive way to punish Voldemort’s followers.
Author’s Note: So I began this fic with the hope of writing a Hermione/Lucius fic that is slightly different from the others. If this idea has been done before, then obviously the fic isn’t as original as I thought, but I solemnly swear that I thought of this on my own. I’m going to try to keep everyone (especially Lucius) as in-character as possible, but he may stray from time to time. Words in *’s are emphasized and words in italics are thoughts. Enjoy!
******
A job.
The words echoed around in Lucius’ head for hours after Hermione had retired to her room for the evening and left him to his own devices.
Me, Lucius Faustus Malfoy, getting a bloody job. As a Muggle.
Scowling, the blond peered down into the glass he was holding. After much poking and prodding about, he’d finally found the liquor cabinet and helped himself to a rather generous amount of the bottle of scotch that had been tucked away behind the other bottles of alcohol.
Surprisingly, it was quite good and he had wondered for a moment if, perhaps, Hermione had been saving it for something special. Then he’d remembered he was going to have to get an actual job and had quickly drunk far more than he really should have in the hopes that she *had* been saving it.
“Filthy Mudblood,” he muttered, his tone slightly slurred. “Utterly ridiculous. Forcing me to work for a … a *living*.”
Frowning, he finished off the contents in his glass and reached for the bottle once more. A pleasant sort of numbness was beginning to creep over him, forcing his thoughts away from his current situation and to something much more enjoyable.
Particularly how much he would enjoy hearing Hermione’s screams.
He could just imagine her, her hands bound behind her back and her eyes wide with terror. She would look simply delectable. Her voice hoarse from hours of unimaginable pain, possibly mixed with the smallest amounts of pleasure…
Blinking, Lucius quickly set down his glass and leaned back on the couch. Where had *that* thought come from? He didn’t want to give the little wench any sort of pleasure. He wanted to hear her scream, beg for mercy…
Plead with me to take her again and again…
“Merlin’s balls!” the man hissed, quickly sitting up straight. Running a hand across his face, he attempted to get the image out of his mind and his thoughts back on track. However, try as he might, his mind kept drifting back to Hermione, her lips parted in a gasp of pleasurable pain.
“That is quite enough,” he said out loud. Giving the glass on the table a disgusted look, he rose to his feet. Waiting a moment for the room to stop tilting on an angle, he then reached for his wand to clean up the mess.
Only to remember that he no longer had his wand.
“Damn,” he sighed. No wand, no house-elf, nothing. And if he were to leave the glass and bottle sitting there, he knew his ‘warden’ would be furious.
Not that I care.
Still, snarling softly, he quickly picked up the bottle and moved to the liquor cabinet. He had made the decision while in Azkaban awaiting trial not to dwell on the actions that had put him in this situation, and he certainly wasn’t going to do that now. No, now he would simply do what was asked and find a way to get retribution for the humiliation later.
His earlier choice re-confirmed, he set about cleaning up after himself. Putting the scotch away, he then grabbed his glass, drank down the contents, and made his way into the kitchen.
Setting the glass in the sink, Lucius took a moment to steady himself before turning around and making his way up the stairs and to his room. It was late, he was obviously far too drunk to think coherently, and he was going to be forced to get a job come morning.
A job.
His thoughts again on that particular blow to his self-esteem, the man fell into his bed fully dressed. He lay there for a moment, scowling at the ceiling. Finally, with a slight sigh of defeat, he allowed his mind to wander back to the image of Hermione, bound and gagged and begging for more.
Slowly, his body began to respond to his thoughts. Glancing down at himself, Lucius frowned. This just wouldn’t do.
Without giving any real thought to his actions, he eased the zipper down on his pants. Slipping his hand inside, he wrapped his fingers around his hardened length. Allowing his eyes to slip closed, he pictured Hermione in the position that had caused this reaction in the first place.
Her brown eyes were wide and sparkling with unshed tears. Her hair was pulled partially up, a few of the curly tendrils framing her face. Her skin was smooth, her arms spread above her head and her legs pulled apart as far as they could go without causing damage. Her full lips were parted, a gag resting between them and stifling any screams she may have.
Quickly, he began moving his hand up and down, wanting to find release before the logical part of his mind reminded him of who, precisely, he was fantasizing about. Envisioning her body as it quivered from denied release, her skin slick with sweat, he came quickly and with a gasp.
Sitting up, he grabbed the blanket that was folded on the chair nearby. Wiping himself up, he tossed it to the ground. Then, he re-zipped up his pants and rolled over.
Within seconds, he was asleep.
******
Hermione opened the door to Lucius’ bedroom hard enough to nearly cause an indentation of the doorknob in the wall. She watched with a small amount of satisfaction as the wizard sat upright in bed, his hand instantly grasping for his wand and his eyes wide with alarm. Giving him a moment to remember where he was and what was going on, she finally announced, “It’s time to get up. Our ride will be here within the hour.”
Lucius frowned, trying to ignore the pounding in his head as he fixed the brunette with a blurry look. “Our ride?” he echoed, his voice sounding gravely to his ears.
The witch nodded, an amused glint in her eyes. “Yes. Seeing as I am currently incapacitated, and you obviously know nothing about driving an automobile, I contacted someone to come get us. He’ll be here in less than an hour and I fully expect you to be ready to leave.” And with that, she turned her wheelchair around and proceeded down the hallway.
But not before she heard his bleary, “He? He who?”
Hermione chuckled silently as she continued on as though she hadn’t heard him. This is going to be ever so much fun, she thought as she entered the kitchen and began preparing breakfast.
She had considered forcing Lucius to make his own meals. However, until he learned how to operate a microwave, or other forms of Muggle technology, she had decided against the idea. After all, she didn’t want him burning her house to the ground out of sheer ignorance.
Humming softly to herself, the young woman placed two bowls on the table. Just because she was fixing him breakfast didn’t mean she couldn’t still enjoy herself. Especially when he learned he wouldn’t be dining on poached eggs, toast, and some outrageously priced sausage.
No, he was getting cereal.
Bran Flakes, to be exact.
Smirking slightly, she poured the cereal into the bowl. Wheeling across the room, she pulled the milk from the icebox and put it on the table. She had been tempted to pour the milk on the cereal, but changed her mind at the last moment.
No sense in forcing him to eat soggy cereal. It will no doubt take him a while to get ready considering how obviously vain he is … and now cannot rely on any magic. And, I also don’t want him thinking I’m going to do everything for him, either.
She was dimly aware that the last part of her defense was rather weak, but she wasn’t going to worry about it. So what if she was a bit sympathetic? It certainly wasn’t a crime. And it wasn’t as though she was going to start taking it easier on Malfoy, either.
As if thinking about him had made him appear, the blond entered the room and pulled Hermione from her musings. Sneering slightly, though not as openly hostile as he’d been the day before, he glanced at the bowls on the table.
“What,” he asked in distaste, “Is this?”
The brunette frowned, her previous concerns for Lucius’ enjoyment of his meal evaporating. “*This*,” she spat, “Is breakfast. Now sit down and eat.” Stupid git, she added silently.
Lucius gave her a dark look. Dropping into the chair, he replied in an almost sullen tone, “I am not hungry.”
Hermione blinked. Then, she snorted. Then giggled.
The blond gave her a livid look. “If I may ask, what do you find so humorous?” he questioned in a tight voice.
Still giggling, she motioned to him. “You,” she answered. “You look so much like Draco used to look when he would get into trouble…” She stopped at the pure rage that flashed across his face. Swallowing, she quietly stated, “I apologize. I shouldn’t have mentioned…”
“No,” he practically growled. “You shouldn’t have.” Quickly he stood, trying to compose himself before speaking again. Finally, he murmured in a much more controlled tone, “I believe I will wait in my room for our transportation.”
Hermione nodded, watching as he swept from the room in a flurry of long blond hair and black cloak.
“Damn,” she murmured, actually feeling a slight pang of guilt. She knew better than to mention Draco to the man. Hell, she’d been there when Draco had returned from Malfoy Manor after informing his father of his decision to join the Order and fight Voldemort.
Granted, he’d never spoken of what had transpired between them. Nor had he given any indication that his father had actually seemed to care one way or another. However, common sense told her that the loss of his son to people he loathed, only to see him fall in battle at the hands of his Dark Lord, had to have been difficult for Lucius.
Blinking back tears, Hermione tried not to think about the sight of Draco Malfoy lifeless body. While she had never been close to him, he had certainly changed during their seventh year. He had gone from the amazing bouncing ferret and all around git to a honorable man with his priorities in order.
I should owl Ginny and she how she’s doing. The baby is due in another month. I wonder if Lucius even knows…
Deciding that it was none of her business, the young woman turned her attention to her cereal. However, much to her dismay, she found that she wasn’t hungry anymore, either.
“Damn,” she murmured again. “Way to make a bad situation even worse, Granger.”
******
A/N: Okay, so a tiny bit of smut in this part. Not much, I know. But I really want to try to build this up and make it a bit more believable before just jumping into the \'adult\' stuff. ;)
Now, about that review...
Author: QueenC
Feedback: queenc@hotpop.com
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Hermione/Lucius. Small bits of Draco/Ginny. Mentions Hermione/Viktor and Lucius/Narcissa.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling is the Goddess of the Potterverse. Please don’t sue me for not being her.
Distribution: Anywhere I send it. If anyone else wants it just let me know.
Spoilers: Through OotP
Summary: The new Minister of Magic finds an inventive way to punish Voldemort’s followers.
Author’s Note: So I began this fic with the hope of writing a Hermione/Lucius fic that is slightly different from the others. If this idea has been done before, then obviously the fic isn’t as original as I thought, but I solemnly swear that I thought of this on my own. I’m going to try to keep everyone (especially Lucius) as in-character as possible, but he may stray from time to time. Words in *’s are emphasized and words in italics are thoughts. Enjoy!
******
A job.
The words echoed around in Lucius’ head for hours after Hermione had retired to her room for the evening and left him to his own devices.
Me, Lucius Faustus Malfoy, getting a bloody job. As a Muggle.
Scowling, the blond peered down into the glass he was holding. After much poking and prodding about, he’d finally found the liquor cabinet and helped himself to a rather generous amount of the bottle of scotch that had been tucked away behind the other bottles of alcohol.
Surprisingly, it was quite good and he had wondered for a moment if, perhaps, Hermione had been saving it for something special. Then he’d remembered he was going to have to get an actual job and had quickly drunk far more than he really should have in the hopes that she *had* been saving it.
“Filthy Mudblood,” he muttered, his tone slightly slurred. “Utterly ridiculous. Forcing me to work for a … a *living*.”
Frowning, he finished off the contents in his glass and reached for the bottle once more. A pleasant sort of numbness was beginning to creep over him, forcing his thoughts away from his current situation and to something much more enjoyable.
Particularly how much he would enjoy hearing Hermione’s screams.
He could just imagine her, her hands bound behind her back and her eyes wide with terror. She would look simply delectable. Her voice hoarse from hours of unimaginable pain, possibly mixed with the smallest amounts of pleasure…
Blinking, Lucius quickly set down his glass and leaned back on the couch. Where had *that* thought come from? He didn’t want to give the little wench any sort of pleasure. He wanted to hear her scream, beg for mercy…
Plead with me to take her again and again…
“Merlin’s balls!” the man hissed, quickly sitting up straight. Running a hand across his face, he attempted to get the image out of his mind and his thoughts back on track. However, try as he might, his mind kept drifting back to Hermione, her lips parted in a gasp of pleasurable pain.
“That is quite enough,” he said out loud. Giving the glass on the table a disgusted look, he rose to his feet. Waiting a moment for the room to stop tilting on an angle, he then reached for his wand to clean up the mess.
Only to remember that he no longer had his wand.
“Damn,” he sighed. No wand, no house-elf, nothing. And if he were to leave the glass and bottle sitting there, he knew his ‘warden’ would be furious.
Not that I care.
Still, snarling softly, he quickly picked up the bottle and moved to the liquor cabinet. He had made the decision while in Azkaban awaiting trial not to dwell on the actions that had put him in this situation, and he certainly wasn’t going to do that now. No, now he would simply do what was asked and find a way to get retribution for the humiliation later.
His earlier choice re-confirmed, he set about cleaning up after himself. Putting the scotch away, he then grabbed his glass, drank down the contents, and made his way into the kitchen.
Setting the glass in the sink, Lucius took a moment to steady himself before turning around and making his way up the stairs and to his room. It was late, he was obviously far too drunk to think coherently, and he was going to be forced to get a job come morning.
A job.
His thoughts again on that particular blow to his self-esteem, the man fell into his bed fully dressed. He lay there for a moment, scowling at the ceiling. Finally, with a slight sigh of defeat, he allowed his mind to wander back to the image of Hermione, bound and gagged and begging for more.
Slowly, his body began to respond to his thoughts. Glancing down at himself, Lucius frowned. This just wouldn’t do.
Without giving any real thought to his actions, he eased the zipper down on his pants. Slipping his hand inside, he wrapped his fingers around his hardened length. Allowing his eyes to slip closed, he pictured Hermione in the position that had caused this reaction in the first place.
Her brown eyes were wide and sparkling with unshed tears. Her hair was pulled partially up, a few of the curly tendrils framing her face. Her skin was smooth, her arms spread above her head and her legs pulled apart as far as they could go without causing damage. Her full lips were parted, a gag resting between them and stifling any screams she may have.
Quickly, he began moving his hand up and down, wanting to find release before the logical part of his mind reminded him of who, precisely, he was fantasizing about. Envisioning her body as it quivered from denied release, her skin slick with sweat, he came quickly and with a gasp.
Sitting up, he grabbed the blanket that was folded on the chair nearby. Wiping himself up, he tossed it to the ground. Then, he re-zipped up his pants and rolled over.
Within seconds, he was asleep.
******
Hermione opened the door to Lucius’ bedroom hard enough to nearly cause an indentation of the doorknob in the wall. She watched with a small amount of satisfaction as the wizard sat upright in bed, his hand instantly grasping for his wand and his eyes wide with alarm. Giving him a moment to remember where he was and what was going on, she finally announced, “It’s time to get up. Our ride will be here within the hour.”
Lucius frowned, trying to ignore the pounding in his head as he fixed the brunette with a blurry look. “Our ride?” he echoed, his voice sounding gravely to his ears.
The witch nodded, an amused glint in her eyes. “Yes. Seeing as I am currently incapacitated, and you obviously know nothing about driving an automobile, I contacted someone to come get us. He’ll be here in less than an hour and I fully expect you to be ready to leave.” And with that, she turned her wheelchair around and proceeded down the hallway.
But not before she heard his bleary, “He? He who?”
Hermione chuckled silently as she continued on as though she hadn’t heard him. This is going to be ever so much fun, she thought as she entered the kitchen and began preparing breakfast.
She had considered forcing Lucius to make his own meals. However, until he learned how to operate a microwave, or other forms of Muggle technology, she had decided against the idea. After all, she didn’t want him burning her house to the ground out of sheer ignorance.
Humming softly to herself, the young woman placed two bowls on the table. Just because she was fixing him breakfast didn’t mean she couldn’t still enjoy herself. Especially when he learned he wouldn’t be dining on poached eggs, toast, and some outrageously priced sausage.
No, he was getting cereal.
Bran Flakes, to be exact.
Smirking slightly, she poured the cereal into the bowl. Wheeling across the room, she pulled the milk from the icebox and put it on the table. She had been tempted to pour the milk on the cereal, but changed her mind at the last moment.
No sense in forcing him to eat soggy cereal. It will no doubt take him a while to get ready considering how obviously vain he is … and now cannot rely on any magic. And, I also don’t want him thinking I’m going to do everything for him, either.
She was dimly aware that the last part of her defense was rather weak, but she wasn’t going to worry about it. So what if she was a bit sympathetic? It certainly wasn’t a crime. And it wasn’t as though she was going to start taking it easier on Malfoy, either.
As if thinking about him had made him appear, the blond entered the room and pulled Hermione from her musings. Sneering slightly, though not as openly hostile as he’d been the day before, he glanced at the bowls on the table.
“What,” he asked in distaste, “Is this?”
The brunette frowned, her previous concerns for Lucius’ enjoyment of his meal evaporating. “*This*,” she spat, “Is breakfast. Now sit down and eat.” Stupid git, she added silently.
Lucius gave her a dark look. Dropping into the chair, he replied in an almost sullen tone, “I am not hungry.”
Hermione blinked. Then, she snorted. Then giggled.
The blond gave her a livid look. “If I may ask, what do you find so humorous?” he questioned in a tight voice.
Still giggling, she motioned to him. “You,” she answered. “You look so much like Draco used to look when he would get into trouble…” She stopped at the pure rage that flashed across his face. Swallowing, she quietly stated, “I apologize. I shouldn’t have mentioned…”
“No,” he practically growled. “You shouldn’t have.” Quickly he stood, trying to compose himself before speaking again. Finally, he murmured in a much more controlled tone, “I believe I will wait in my room for our transportation.”
Hermione nodded, watching as he swept from the room in a flurry of long blond hair and black cloak.
“Damn,” she murmured, actually feeling a slight pang of guilt. She knew better than to mention Draco to the man. Hell, she’d been there when Draco had returned from Malfoy Manor after informing his father of his decision to join the Order and fight Voldemort.
Granted, he’d never spoken of what had transpired between them. Nor had he given any indication that his father had actually seemed to care one way or another. However, common sense told her that the loss of his son to people he loathed, only to see him fall in battle at the hands of his Dark Lord, had to have been difficult for Lucius.
Blinking back tears, Hermione tried not to think about the sight of Draco Malfoy lifeless body. While she had never been close to him, he had certainly changed during their seventh year. He had gone from the amazing bouncing ferret and all around git to a honorable man with his priorities in order.
I should owl Ginny and she how she’s doing. The baby is due in another month. I wonder if Lucius even knows…
Deciding that it was none of her business, the young woman turned her attention to her cereal. However, much to her dismay, she found that she wasn’t hungry anymore, either.
“Damn,” she murmured again. “Way to make a bad situation even worse, Granger.”
******
A/N: Okay, so a tiny bit of smut in this part. Not much, I know. But I really want to try to build this up and make it a bit more believable before just jumping into the \'adult\' stuff. ;)
Now, about that review...