To The Devil's Doorstep

Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own any of these characters. JKR does. I just like playing with them a bit.

Chapter 4
Welcome to Malfoy Manor


As Hermione sat on the sofa in the Malfoy’s study, she silently observed their actions. A quick look at Draco told her volumes. His gray eyes were hooded with hatred and… was that lust? Hermione quickly averted her eyes to the elder Malfoy.

He had a smirk on his handsome chiseled face. A smirk that shook Hermione’s resolve a little. But she was not to be broken by a simple smirk that was certain.

Lucius looked at the young witch and wondered how strong her resolve actually was. He was going to waste very little time in finding out. She would soon find out that even though she was a formidable witch, she had been indentured to an extremely powerful wizarding family.

“Now, Miss Granger, we really must discuss your duties here at the manor. The house elves handle all of the cleaning and cooking, of course. So you might be wondering what we need you here for.” Lucius said with a leer.

“Well, yes actually, Mr. Malfoy. I am indeed wondering what you would possibly ‘need’ me for.” Hermione replied sharply.

“Your job here at the manor will be, to anyone who asks, cleaning out the numerous dungeons.,” said Lucius.

“But what will my job really be Mr. Malfoy?”

Finally Draco piped in. “Your job, mudblood, will be to service us as we see fit. Whenever, wherever, whatever we wish.” His last words coming out in a snarl.

“Now Draco, we mustn’t snarl so at the new ‘help’. Now I shall show Miss Granger to her rooms. Miss Granger, are you ready to see your new home?” Lucius said silkily.

Hermione shuddered at the thought that this place was her home. But she resolutely stood and nodded her head at Lucius. Draco left the study to retire to his rooms for a bit.
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As Hermione and Lucius walked through the manor, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander a little. It certainly was a beautiful home. But it was lacking something that Hermione couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Finally it dawned on her. The home was missing its mistress. Hermione had nearly forgot that Narcissa has been killed at the hands of Voldemort himself, for refusing to let her only son receive the Dark Mark. It should’ve made her feel a little better that she was stuck in a house with one Deatheater and not two, but unfortunately it didn’t. She knew that Draco was a dark man, even if he wasn’t as dark as his father.

Lucius walked Hermione down to the lower levels of the house. He had had the house elves set up a room for her. He told them to make it livable but dreary. As they reached the door to her small room, Lucius stopped and with his typical grand flourish, opened the door for Hermione to see.

Hermione’s eyes darted around her new quarters. It was small, damp, and lightless and the elves had indeed achieved dreary. But she was Hermione Granger, best in her year. She could have this place looking positively cheerful with a few flicks of her wand. She turned to Lucius and said, “Thank you Mr. Malfoy.”

“I guess I shall leave you to unpack. Oh and one more thing Miss Granger, I will be needing to take your wand. Everything you do here will be done without magic. After all, that is how your ancestors managed.”

That son of a bitch, Hermione thought. What was she going to do without her wand? It was her lifeline. Damn him straight to Hell. She looked longingly at the piece of wood in her hand and then without missing a beat, she handed her most prized possession over to Lucius Malfoy.

“Very good Miss Granger. I’m glad we understand each other so well.” He leered at her again and turned to leave.

With a casual glance back at her he informed her that her new uniform was in the wardrobe. He turned fully to watch her expression when she saw what her uniform entailed.
Hermione opened the wardrobe to expose the most revealing outfit she had ever seen. It was a button down French maid’s outfit. Each shiny silver button a serpent. It had a ridiculously short hem on the skirt, just long enough to cover her bum if she bent down. It came with a black lace demi-cup bra with a serpent clasp in the front and a matching pair of black lace thong underwear with a silver serpent charm on them. She turned to look at the senior Malfoy with venom in her eyes.

“You expect me to wear this when? Certainly not all the time Mr. Malfoy.” she said to him.

“Oh yes, Miss Granger, all the time.”

He strode over to her and grabbed her hair roughly. “And from now on, you shall refer to me as Sir.” he hissed in her ear.

She flinched slightly but looked up him and said “Yes Sir.”

Still holding onto her hair, he said “Very good.”
Lucius decided that he wasn’t quite ready to leave the young witch yet. While he knew he wouldn’t break her in a few hours, he was eager to get started on her.

Hermione had quite a nice body. Her breasts were full and hung almost perfectly against her frame. She was small in stature, but she definitely had beautiful legs, lithe and toned. And her ass, oh what could he say about her ass? Deliciously round and completely fuckable, but not yet. He’d save that for another time.

Hermione saw Lucius appraising her body and felt fear through her veins. He still had hold of her hair and a pretty good grip on it at that. Plus she couldn’t outfight him without her wand.

Lucius looked into Hermione’s eyes, hoping to see fear. He was rewarded for a brief second, until she realized that was what he wanted and steeled her gaze again. He knew the witch wouldn’t give in to a mere stare. He kept his hand anchored in her hair and pushed her down to her knees.

“Look up at me now.” he told her. She did.

“Now Miss Granger, this will be your first and foremost duty. While Draco is blunt, he was correct. You will be at our command. You will do as we say at all times. Do you understand?”

She nodded hesitantly.

“Answer me Miss Granger. I want to hear you say that you understand.”

“I understand.” she replied.

He pulled on her hair harder. “Didn’t I tell you to call me Sir?” he scowled at her.

“Yes Sir.”

“You must be punished Miss Granger. Since this is your first offense it shouldn’t be too bad”

While he was surveying the witch’s body, he felt his cock get hard. He was not a young man, but he was a virile man and as master of the manor he fully intended to get the first crack at his new toy. He unbuttoned his pants to reveal his hard member.

“Now Miss Granger, you will suck my cock. And if you use any teeth or any way to try and hurt me you will pay dearly, possibly with your life.”

Hermione looked at the huge erect penis standing out straight in front of her. She looked up into Malfoy’s face and understood he meant exactly what he said. While she was not a virgin anymore, she still had limited knowledge of sex, usually opting for her studies before her natural carnal instincts. And Lucius Malfoy was most definitely larger than any boy she had ever been with. But then again, Lucius Malfoy was a man in every sense of the word.

She took his cock in her hands, circling the base of it with her fingers. She guided his hard member to her mouth. Slowly taking just the tip of it into her mouth. She tasted the salty precum on his tip and took him in a little further. Lucius felt her warm mouth encircle his erection and wanted more. She was teasing him with that mouth of hers and he would have none of that. With his hands still firmly in her long hair, he started thrusting his cock into her hot mouth. This was not a game of seduction to him. It was dominance and he had the upper hand. Hermione was indeed giving the blowjob demanded of her and she wasn’t doing too badly of a job at it. But Lucius still wanted more. Thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth, he could feel his member hitting the back of her throat, making her gag slightly. Yes, he liked that. He liked feeling her throat contract against his throbbing dick. He pushed on, feeling Hermione’s throat relaxing a little each time he invaded her mouth. Finally she was taking all of him into her throat, only gagging slightly when he slammed his cock as deep as it would go. He looked down at the little witch, surprised at how good she was at this task. Watching her mouth suck him in deep, he started to feel his release coming on. How he loved watching himself penetrate a woman. It always got him excited. He was thrusting himself into, holding her hair so she couldn’t retreat. Fucking that pert little mouth.

“Miss Granger, I’m going to come and you are to drink down every last drop of it.” Lucius said, his voice sounding raspy.

She understood completely. A minute after he told her, he thrust deeply into her and released his seed into her mouth. Hermione started gagging slightly at the gush of fluid that invaded her throat, but continued swallowing every bit of it. He grunted in pleasure that she had been so compliant.

After his release he told her to clean his cock off with her tongue. She did so obediently, fearing the repercussions that would follow if she didn’t. He used her hair to pull her back to her feet. Finally he released her hair and scourgified himself, buttoning his pants back up. Hermione didn’t say anything during this whole procedure. She just stood there in shock, thinking if this is how this is starting, it can only get worse.

Lucius turned to her and said, ”Miss Granger, I believe you’ll want to freshen up and put your uniform on. Oh and welcome to Malfoy Manor.”

With that he turned on his heels and left.

TBC
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews Jimk and shadow. I appreciate them more than you know. Hopefully things will continue to improve in the lemony goodness. Depends on where the muses take me I guess. Please R & R. It keeps me updating quicker.