Invasion

Sinbad: Well, you got your wish. I am pleased that you like it and here is some more for you. Thanks, and yes, I have always wanted to make Hermione and Lucius have some connection or other.



Ravenna: I tried to write it as a short chapter but it kept growing on me. And I had to give a reason as to why Hermione didn’t want Lucius to touch her other than the fact that she lost his baby, anyway, here’s more for you to read.



Angelnomiko: Yes, well, Lucius has his work cut out for him – it may take a while.



Northstar: Well, this story has seemed to taken my imagination, leaving all my other stories behind. I hope you like this chapter.



La Bibliographe: I am not really a huge fan of angst, always preferring romantic comedies, but this story will have a lot of angst, but I hope I can make it funny to. I must admit I was prepared to write their story with more children, but everyone seems to make Harry and Ginny as successful parents. As for Luna well ... I think Hermione may be angry but she’ll understand. And yes, Snape is not going to seduce Hermione in this story, as he has already tried and failed. I do not write Hermione and Ginny as bitchy and spiteful to each other because I see them as being as close as sister’s, there are hints of that in the books. Ginny confides in Hermione a lot, and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Hermione tells Ginny a lot of private stuff to. I wouldn’t dare break that up! And I think Molly feels that Hermione is at fault; she is rather protective of her children. I am thinking of the way that Molly treated Hermione throughout GoF when she thought that Hermione was two timing Harry. As for how the ancient couple is getting along, read on dear reviewer.



ShilohDarke: Yes, he does have his work cut out for him. And poor Hermione! And yes, Lucius will grit those teeth some more. He won’t be able to stop. But I think that because he travelled across most of Europe to find her he won’t give up easily. And that is so sweet that your lover worked hard for you; true life, true love stories always brings a lump to my throat. I have a problem with trust myself. Thanks for that information – I will read more of it when my writing bug has stopped biting.



Mary: Look forward no longer, here’s more.



Sheherazade: Lucius has grown up a lot the past six years since the war, and he’s a lot more humble in this story, so I guess he is. I hope you like this chapter.



Dee Dee: I think that Lucius feels like it, but he won’t yet as the most important mission for him at the moment is to get Hermione to trust him. Also, she’s not going to the match as she has lost all interest in Quidditch, and Lucius wants to have her all to himself for the time being. Well, read on to find out what happens next.



999: Yes, Lucius does feel like killing Steven, but as I said before he has something more important to do. I think that Hermione herself is Lucius top priority at this moment in time. As for what is going to happen to the other Lucius and Hermione; read on.



Marcus Licinius Crassus: Thanks, mate! Here’s some more for you to read.



Hmm, is that the smell of citrus and lemons?



The Diamond Slave



Hermione heard Lucius come in the house, she heard Anthea pronounce his name as Malefoy, and she heard Lucius enter the next room. She was sure that he wouldn’t like that but he seemed to go in the room without a fuss. She drank some water and found where she got up to. She remembered that she got up to when General Lucius was telling Slave Hermione her duties. She shuddered slightly; she remembered how she was treated once. She could fully sympathise with Slave Hermione.



She drank some more water and brushed her hair over her shoulder. She found her place immediately and began to read.



***



General Lucius had finished walking around the farm. He had set his Legion to work hard on the rebuilding and the replanting of the fields. He had consulted his little slave on what went where. It had been six months since he had invaded this tiny little village. He already had his little domus built. He was now sitting on a chair in the tablinum overlooking the peristylium. He was staring out into the walled gardens; he had placed a fountain in the centre.



“Efficiency is part of the Roman creed,” he explained to his little Slave as she was crimping his hair. “We like to get things done.”



“I noticed,” she sighed. She had always heard that slaves and Masters generally didn’t converse but he always talked to her.



“I wanted to be comfortable,” he replied. She set aside the crimping irons and was about to start buffing up more of his armour when he grabbed her hand, she wished he would not touch her. It always made her feel uneasy. He guided her around so that he could look up at her. She was so beautiful. “Are you comfortable, my dear?”



“As comfortable as I’ll ever be,” she said stiffly.



General Lucius rolled his eyes, he was trying to make her realise that he was not a monster. “I wish you would understand that I am not going to hurt you. What has happened to those that have?”



“They’ve been flogged,” she said.



General Lucius tilted his head to one side and his ice blue eyes sparkled playfully, Hermione hated that look. He curved his other hand around her bum and squeezed it gently. She tried not to react to it but it was very difficult. She had lately been thinking that he was attractive but let herself think no more of it. Now he was torturing her. He pulled her closer to him and she landed on his lap.



“Now,” he sighed. “What shall I do with you?”



“I have your armour to polish,” she said.



He sighed as he rested his head in the crook of her neck. “Leave it,” he murmured hungrily. “It can be done later.” He traced his lips down the side of her neck and stroked his hand up her leg. “I think we both need a little rest.”



She resisted the urge to react. He seems nice now but she shuddered to think of what he would do to her if he knew some of her dreams. She could never even think herself an equal to him now, he owned what used to be hers, and she slaved for him.



“Master,” she sighed. He stopped stroking her leg and looked at her.



“Call me Lucius,” he said. “When we do this you will be my lover, and as my lover you have the right to call me by my first name. As I will call you Hermione.”



Hermione nodded. She would do as he said. She had a plan anyway, and she needed to be as subservient as possible in order for it to be carried out.



“All right, Lucius,” she sighed. He brushed his hand further up her leg as he kissed her neck. She could not help but feel something pleasurable from his attentions. He had an expert mouth.



“You are so beautiful, Hermione, I am pleased with the service’s you render me.”



He buried his hand under her skirt and slipped his hand between her thighs. He sensed her warmth and dipped the side of his hand into her femininity. She moaned. He rubbed her slightly and he felt her legs spasm against his hand, her soft thighs had formed goosebumps as the rush of air met her warm, sensitised skin. He kissed and sucked her throat a little more before picking her up. He carried her out of the tablinum to a nearby cubiculum.

“General Lucius,” a voice said behind them. “Someone wishes to speak with you.”



“Who is it?” the General asked as he set her down. He turned around and looked at the unwanted intruder. “Oh, it’s you!” he leered when his brother entered the tablinum. “What do you want?”



“I wanted to talk to you, brother, what is wrong with that?”



Hermione looked between the two men, they were equally as frosty. She glanced down on the marbled floor. She curtsied and was about to walk away but the General stayed her by his hand. She looked up in his eyes. It was clear that he felt uneasy being on his own with his brother.



“Flavius,” Lucius sighed. “What is it?”



“I wanted to know when you were going to loan me your Slave?” he said glancing up and down Hermione’s body. “I loaned a Slave for you, brother, now it is your turn to repay the favour.”



Hermione gulped. Flavius looked fiercer than Lucius. She had no desire to go with him but if it was her Master’s wish, she would have complied. She kept quiet. She waited for her Master’s answer.



“No, Flavius, I will not loan you this Slave girl,” Lucius growled. “She is mine.”



“So was mine, but I still leant her to you,” Flavius said.



His expression clouded over, and Hermione looked between the two men again. She hoped her Master was as stubborn as he appeared to be when they first met. If she had to be honest with herself, his obstinate nature was one of the reasons why she became attracted to him. Her father, may Hades be good and kind to him, was a very strong-minded man. She felt her heart beat in her throat and she longed for some water to ease the sudden dryness that had arisen in her mouth.



“My answer is no, Flavius, go find your own plaything.”



Flavius was quivering with anger. He had pulled his sword from his scabbard and stalked up to her. He grabbed her and pulled the sharp end of the sword against her throat.



“So watch her die,” Flavius said. He turned around and some of spittle dripped down her neck. “Shame really, you’re not bad for a foreign commoner.”



Hermione’s eyes widened as the cold steel was pressed against her throat. Flavius big hairy hand ran up her stomach and he grasped at her breast. He pulled her nipple and laughed in her ear. She hated the wolfish growl of his laugh.



“Let her go!” Lucius said coolly.



“Or what?” Flavius leered. “What can you possibly do to me, brother?” He pressed the sword harsher against her soft throat.



Lucius kept his gaze on his brother and Flavius watched his eyes. The General slipped his hand underneath his red robe and, slowly and carefully, drew the sword from under it. With a flash of steel he swiped it at his brothers face and blood poured forth. Flavius screamed letting go off Hermione. He pushed her to the floor; she twisted her ankle in the process.



“You’ll pay for that!” Flavius exclaimed. “And your little bitch too!”



He staggered out of the tablinum into the peristylium. He was soon out of sight. When Lucius was sure that his brother had left he knelt down, picked up her ankle and gently laid it into his lap.



“That feels knotted,” he said.



“It is well,” she winced. “I can walk off the pain.”



“Such strength,” Lucius murmured. “Where do you get it from?”



“My grandfather was a Spartan,” Hermione said. “He often told me that to cry from a minimal amount of pain was considered infantile. He said that I should just limp on.”



“Well,” General Lucius sighed. “I will not let you ‘limp on!’ I want you to be as well as you can be. I suggest you sit down with your leg up.”



“You should have just let me go to him,” she said in a quiet voice.



Lucius glanced up and pursed his lips. He leant over and tucked a coil of her hair behind her ear. “I will not let you go to anybody, my slave, I own you.”



“But it appears he shared someone with you,” she said. “Isn’t he right?”



Lucius sighed. “No one means more to Flavius but Flavius;” he explained. “I am different. It is true, I have had my fair share of slaves but you are my most precious one. You are the diamond of them all.”



Hermione blushed. Lucius gentle, kind touch had eased the sprained ankle. He kept her foot on his lap. He looked at her tilting his head to one side. He smiled at her.



“I would have gone to him willingly, you know,” she said.



“I know, you are good in that respect,” he said. He took her hands and pulled her towards him. “I think that we should take that rest now, don’t you?”



“Why consult me?” she asked. “You do as you please.”



He smirked a little and placed his lips on hers. He pushed her skirt up over her waist and the scent of her sex perfumed the air and he inhaled it. He growled as he tore off her dress. He leant forward kissing her hungrily. She rubbed up his cold metal breastplate and twirled her hands around his neck. His spine tingled at her tentative touch. He broke the kiss so that he could breathe a little and look into her eyes.



“My diamond slave,” he muttered as he looked down and glanced at her bronze coloured breasts.



He saw the flush of excitement and her nipples were hardening. He took one in his hot mouth and she arched forward allowing him to take as much of her as he could. She loved his touch. He massaged her other breast with his hand as the other one slid down her side to grip onto her hip, teasing and nipping the flesh on the way, causing her to yip slightly.



“Lucius,” she moaned.



“Yes, my diamond slave?” he purred taking his mouth away from her breast. “Did you want me to stop?”



“No,” she said. “No, I want you to carry on.”



He smirked and lowered his head to suckle her once again. She had never felt anything like she was feeling now. He trailed a path of kisses down to her naval. He stroked her sides up and down the way he would a pussycat. She thrust her hips up offering him her body. She kept her hands wrapped around the back of his head and he shivered from her touch. Her heady sex assaulted his nostrils and he nudged his nose onto her clit. She gasped and held onto the back of his head fiercely. He pushed his nose onto it again and again until she began to scream.



“I think you like that,” he said.



She was panting. He wasn’t expecting an answer. He dove back down between her young, creamy thighs. He flicked his tongue out onto her sex and licked it savouring her taste. It was all she could do to keep her control as his long, snake like thirsting tongue dipped, licked, and tasted her. She was moaning and sighing only one name as he was attending to her. His! He parted her nether lips and licked her g spot. He drove two fingers inside her cavern, drowning them in her liquid desire.



She sucked her breath over her teeth. He widened the entrance and when he was satisfied he thrust his tongue inside her cavern. She twisted and writhed at his touch. What was this man doing to her? She was certain that it was wrong. She was also certain that her mother would disapprove. She wanted him to do that to her forever though, even if it was wrong.



“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked.



“No,” she panted. She had tears running down her cheeks and her body was shining luminescent gold. She looked at up at him. He tutted and shook his head. He went on his knees and swept a gaze across her body. He shrugged his shoulders and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her over to the nearest cubiculum. He laid her down on the bed and studied her for a moment.



“What are you doing?” she asked as his hands reached up and he laid his cloak aside. He unbuckled his breastplate and he took of his undergarment.



“I am undressing,” he said. “I think it is fair that you should see me naked to.”



Hermione averted her gaze. She had never seen a naked man before, unless she counted her cousin. She had spied on him when she was ten. She had always thought that she would marry him one day, the way everyone hoped, but he went off to join the army and was killed in some local skirmish. Hermione had loved him in her own way. She shook her head reviving her to the present and glanced at the man who was stalking up to her. He fascinated her when he was armoured, now when she closed her eyes she knew that all she would see would be him in all his glory. She saw his penis swing as he walked as if it was teasing her to play with it the way she saw puppies play with absent bits of clothing. She wanted to touch it.



“Does that – hurt?” she asked.



“Sometimes,” he answered. “It is now.”



She gulped. He walked up to the bed and sat down. He stroked her stomach; he parted her nether mouth again. She twisted under his touch again. He placed his hand palm flat on one side of the bed and leant down. He climbed on top of her and picked her legs up to go over his waist. He guided his penis to her entrance and entered into her cavern slowly, and carefully. He smiled and his eyes darkened with desire.



“Your eyes have almost turned black,” he murmured. “So lovely, so wonderful.”



He thrust into her. She smiled up at him and hugged him tightly to her; she held him to her bosom.



“Lucius,” she muttered. He continued making love to her for the rest of the day.



***



Hermione blushed, whoever wrote this was a person they obviously trusted; most likely male as there weren’t any female writers of the day, and whoever wrote this was slightly perverted to. She didn’t know if she could write the love life of Harry and Ginny or Charlie and Luna. Well, she could write the nice stuff but the thought of writing one of their sexual encounters made Hermione shudder slightly. Not that she thought that any of the four people were particularly ugly it’s just that it would be like watching your parents.



She folded the parchment and sat back to sip her tea that Anthea had made a few moments ago. She thought about General Lucius and turned to look at the wall separating her from this Lucius. Slave Hermione didn’t have a choice, she had to trust General Lucius; free Hermione, however, did have a choice. She just wondered idly if she should.



Anthea walked in the room. She looked at the young woman and sighed; she had always felt things about people and she knew that this girl had something terrible happen to her. She did say that she would never ask any questions but it did worry her that this young woman never seemed to really smile. Smiling was good. It kept her looking young.



“Have you finished with that one?” Anthea asked.



“Yes, thank you,” Hermione said. “But I don’t think I can read anymore.”



“What was this one about?”



“General Lucius and Slave Hermione have just had their first sexual encounter,” Hermione said.



Anthea smiled. “Ah!” she said. “I won’t spoil it for you.”



“Anthea?” Hermione asked. “Have you ever been married?”



“I was going to get married but the man left me standing at the altar,” she said. “I haven’t wanted to marry since.”



“Are you happy?” she asked.



“Not really, but what can one do?” Anthea sat down on the next chair and took Hermione’s hands in hers. “Why are you asking all these questions?”



“I don’t trust men,” Hermione sighed. “I know not all of them are that bad, most of my best friends are men. But, something happened to me a few years ago, and I can’t stand it now when men touch me. I hate myself for being – well – cowardly.”



“It isn’t cowardly when you have a valid reason, Mia,” she said. “I don’t want to know all the details, but I can see the pain reflected in your eyes. Strangely enough that pain dissipated when that Mr Malefoy walked in the room. You know him, but he isn’t the cause of that pain.”



“No,” she said shaking her head. “No, he once gave me something wonderful.”



“What was that?” Anthea asked.



“He gave me a chance to become a mother,” Hermione said, she began to choke slightly and tears came out of her eyes. Then she tumbled the whole story out to Anthea. Anthea listened impassively as the beautiful but sad young woman recounted her tale. Once Hermione stopped talking and started crying Anthea reached over and placed a comforting arm around her shoulder.



“You tell Mr Malefoy what happened to you,” Anthea said. “He has looked for you for three years, that is not the sign of a man who is infatuated. That is a sign of a man that is truly in love. That Steven was a right bastard who deserves to be castrated. And, you know what,” she said tucking Hermione’s hair behind her ear and stroking her face. “You are the most beautiful woman I have seen in a long time.”



Hermione sniffed, her face was puffy and her eyes sore from the saltwater coming out of them.



“But I lost his baby!” she exclaimed.



“No, you didn’t lose the baby. That was a circumstance that was entirely out of your control,” Anthea said. “You still can have babies yes?”



Hermione sniffed and nodded. “The doctors said that he hasn’t stopped me from ever getting pregnant again.”



“And you survived that awful thing, which proves to me that you’re made of stern stuff, Hermione. I also think that deep down inside you care for this Mr Malefoy. If you didn’t you would not have been so upset at losing his child,” Anthea wiped Hermione’s tears away and cupped her chin in her hand. “I would also suggest you tell this friend Harry the truth, it sounds like he is a solid young man.”



“He won’t understand,” Hermione said.



“I bet he will,” Anthea replied. “He’s probably worried about you.” Hermione sniffed up the last of her tears and got up. “Now, I suggest you go on this date with Mr Malefoy, and start living again.”



“But I am so scared,” she said. “He – well – he is.”



“Is what?” Anthea asked confused.



“He just ‘is’ and I’m well – not!” she exclaimed.



Anthea shook her head. “Believe me, Mia, you are a lovely girl.”

Hermione smiled as she looked up at the other woman. “Thank you, I was going to go on this date with Lucius but I won’t let him touch me.”



“Well,” Anthea sighed. “I think you should let him touch you a little bit. You have to get used to him; just let him hold your hand. Let him wipe your face. You have to trust at least one man in your life. I was jilted at the altar but I still talked to my father.”



“I can’t talk to my father,” she said.



“Is there anyone you can talk to?” Anthea asked. “There must be someone that can help you?”



Hermione’s eyes widened. She smiled slightly. “There is, he used to be my teacher.”



“Cool, talk to him, I am sure he can help.”



She sighed. “I will.”



“But talk to Mr Malefoy,” Anthea suggested. “He cares for you I am sure. Let him help.”



Hermione chewed her lower lip and shrugged her shoulders. “Possibly,” she said. “I might.”



Anthea hugged the young woman and stroked down her face with one finger. “You are too young to be so cold against the world.”



She walked out of the room leaving Hermione alone to think about things. She wiped some tissue against her wet face and got up. She walked to the kitchen and splashed her face. She smiled and took a deep breath.



“Hermione,” his voice said behind her.



She turned around. Gods, that man was so sexy! “Yes, Mr Malfoy?”



“Are you going to honour your word from earlier and have dinner with me?”



Hermione looked down on the floor. She looked up and saw Anthea standing behind Lucius nodding her head.



“Yes,” Hermione said. “I will.”



Lucius offered her his arm and she accepted it. He walked her to the front door, and they walked down the hill together in silence. Anthea watched them smiling. She walked back into the house and tidied the parchments away. She was pleased that Hermione had opened up to her. She had wanted to find out what the girl was hiding for a long time.



“Well, now I know,” she said. “And I’ll be damned before I let anything happen to her!”



She sat down and was about to write to her – correspondent she pursed her lips as she was trying to think about how to start the letter. What was she going to say? She sighed; stretched her arms out, and poised pen to paper when she heard a sound come from outside. She got up and opened the door only to find her correspondent standing on the porch smiling roguishly.



“How is she?” he asked.



“She finally told me, Severus,” Anthea sighed. “I can’t begin to imagine her emotional turmoil at this moment in time.”



“Keep going, Anthea, we have to sort these two out,” he sighed and laid his cape. “God knows I care about Hermione, and Lucius to, in an odd way.”



Anthea smiled. “I wonder why you didn’t pursue her more!”



“I couldn’t,” Severus sighed. “Not when she murmured Lucius name in her sweat drenched sleep.”



Anthea tilted her head to one side. “So, cousin, are you well?”



Severus eyes twinkled and he held out his arms. She walked into them and they hugged. He kissed the top of her head and held her close.



“Just keep an eye on them for me, Thea,” he said. “I don’t want anything happening to her ever again.”



“I will,” she sighed. “Now, who’s going to take care of you?”



“Me, I am going to take care of me,” he said. Anthea rolled her eyes.



“You need fattening up!” she exclaimed as she thumped his stomach.



Severus rolled his eyes. “Yes, cousin,” he said. “But I thought that you quit trying to do that!”



“I’ll never quit,” Anthea replied. “Sit. Relax. Eat!”



Severus acquiesced to his cousin’s commands. He always held a soft spot for Anthea. In fact there were times in their youth where he held more of a soft spot than he should. He never said anything though as she had made it perfectly clear – thousands of times – that he was going to be nothing more than her irritable cousin and that was that.



He watched her as she worked; his elbows on the table; his chin resting on his interlaced fingers. He smiled. He had always felt at home here. His mind began to wander, he did want to be the man that soothed and helped Hermione but she wasn’t responsive to him. He closed his eyes. If Lucius doesn’t order that Muggles death, I sure as hell would! He muttered. He was highly disturbed at the thought that his sentence was almost at an end. Bloody Muggles and their so called human rights! he thought. What about the victim? Out on good behaviour! Don’t make me laugh! Just a slap on the wrist!



He wondered if she knew? He wouldn’t tell her; he wanted her to lead as normal a life as possible. He glanced at Anthea’s back. He had to make Lucius convince Hermione to stay with him. The threat of Steven was too strong. He rubbed his head as it began to throb slightly.



whatever the muggles say, Steven Smith, you are no more than an animal that doesn’t deserve freedom, or life! I will be waiting for you! Watching, and waiting for you!

A/N – Well, that was a surprise about Anthea – but then Anthea is the name of my sister, so I had to give her a more important role. Plus my sisters due date was Snape’s actual birthday, but my sister didn’t come on her due date. I hope you all liked where I am taking General Lucius and Slave Hermione.





Tablinum = Office

Peristylium = Garden

Cubiculum = Small room. Bedroom.



I hope you all enjoyed that chapter! I certainly enjoyed writing it!