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Hermione awoke early the next morning. She vaguely remembered the events of last evening in muted detail. Draco had carried her limp exhausted body to her bedchamber and he had bathed her, before he tucked her into the bed. His usually cold eyes were ripe with concern as he bathed her now worn out body. Hermione stretched and rolled over in the bed and her naked flesh met with hard warm muscle.



Her eyes shot open and she saw Draco sleeping next to her. His hair was mussed up and his cheek pressed deeply into the pillow. He slept on his stomach apparently. Up close, she saw the exotic slant to his cheekbones and the beautiful sculpting of his broad shoulder as they dipped into the mattress.



Hermione was shocked that he had slept here. Still she felt warmth fill her belly at the thought of him staying the whole length of the night, pressed against her body.



Hermione reached out and traced a fingertip over the side of his face, as she snuggled deeper into the bed. Draco murmured and he reached out a hand and it snaked around her back, and he tugged her to press up against his chest. His face burrowed into the crook of her neck and she closed her eyes, savoring the closeness of the embrace.



“Why so early, Hermione?” sighed Draco into her neck. His breath tickled slightly.



“I can’t help it. I am a natural morning person,” replied Hermione with a smile.



“There is nothing natural about getting up this early,” protested Draco and he nuzzled his nose against her neck. Hermione sighed with pleasure. “Unless of course, you are up for a bit of the old, in out, in out.”



“Why does that sound familiar?” murmured Hermione suspiciously.



“That’s a line from one of your Muggle movies,” Draco ran a fingertip over the tops of her shoulders, and moved down to massage her breasts under the blanket.



Hermione sucked in a breath as her nipple puckered up at Draco’s attention. “How do you know about Muggle movies?”



“Pansy made me watch one at her house during winter break one year. It was weird. Nevertheless, it had some funny phrases. Pansy tried to show me what, in out, in out was. Now that was disturbing,” Draco made a face and Hermione laughed.



“Maybe I could show you? It is terribly complicated and probably not worthwhile to you at all, but I would certainly benefit from the lesson,” Draco grinned slightly as he let his fingers wander over her under the blanket.



The both heard someone delicately clear his throat. They froze.



“A bit early, isn’t it Draco?” Lucius stood in the doorway, staring down at his son snug in the bed with Hermione.



“Father,” Draco grimaced and straightened in the bed.



“Do you intend to allow Hermione any recovery time? She is not a machine, you realize,” purred Lucius and he strode towards Hermione; his fingers gently stroked her face. Hermione’s gaze was perfectly blank.



“Draco, a word outside, please.”



Draco sighed and crawled from the bed, throwing on his robes and he followed Lucius out the door.



“I understand the attraction to the little Mudblood, but do not mistake this for anything but a passing fancy. Your attachment is worrisome, Draco. You are married Draco, your wife is in another country. You best remember that. Soon, Hermione will be mine alone and I am sure that she will provide countless pleasures for me in your absence. Last night was clearly an indication of that.”



Draco stared at his father with an unreadable expression, “I completely understand you father.”



“Good, see that you do, Draco. I would hate for their to be an incident,” purred Lucius and he turned on his heel, and strode down the hallway.



Draco cursed under his breath and stared back at the closed door. He needed to talk to the Order. The time to make his move was now, sadly, it might result in failure.











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Draco came back in and was in a different mood entirely. His father must have said something sobering because he dressed and left quickly. Hermione slowly got up; her body ached from being used last night. Hermione sighed and stepped into the opulent bathroom that was attached to the bedchamber.



She ran the hot water and steam billowed up as she sat on the edge of the tub in soft puffs of steam. She coiled her hair up and pinned it to the top of her head. Hermione stared in the mirror, noting the swollen lips and her puckered nipples while she shed her robes and became naked.



The steam created a pleasant flush through her body and she looked almost wanton in the low lighting. Hermione dipped her fingers into the clawed tub, testing the water temperature.

Hermione murmured her assent, dipped her toes in the tub, and squealed as the heat hit her feet and her ankles.



Hermione heard a laugh behind her and slipped all the way into the hot water, her flesh taking on a pink color now as she gasped. Her eyes shot up to the Dark Wizard who lounged against the doorframe. His silky blond hair fell to just above his waist, dark blond eyebrows, and piercing cold blue eyes.



Lucius had been watching the young girl for a few minutes whilst she prepared for her bath. His avaricious nature made her undeniably appealing, not to mention her supple curves, and somewhat cold, highly intelligent nature. Moreover, his son was daft over her.



Lucius licked his lips thoughtfully, staring at the nubile young girl in the bathtub. Her soft pink nipples, puckered from the bath, her legs sprawled apart, revealing the soft, wet slit between her legs. Last night had been an experience that Lucius was eager to repeat. Solo. Hermione stared across at him with a blank expression.



“Hermione, May I?” Lucius gestured to the sponge that rested on a pearl dish.



Hermione looked at him with wide eyes and she nodded slowly. Lucius, stripped off his robes, and revealed a broad, nearly hairless chest, narrow ribcage, and a muscular torso. His lower half was encased in silk drawstring pants that were so dark green they looked black.



Lucius’s beautiful silky hair fell over one shoulder and her breath caught when he knelt next to the tub. His long fingers reached out for the sponge and he gently dragged it across her shoulders, his hands pushed back her curly hair, as his icy eyes inspected her.



Hermione breathed raggedly, saying nothing as he slowly soaped up her body in the hot steaming tub. If someone had told her that Lucius Malfoy, that bastard who threatened her parents in her second year at Flourish & Botts, would be gently washing her body after a night of orgasmic sex, she would have hexed them into next year. Hermione closed her eyes and sighed deeply, from the gentle, insistent fingertips.



Lucius stared at the girl’s pink flesh with a quickening in his pulse. He was a damned monster, everyone knew that, and he had not felt anything remotely pleasurable in the last three years, just the repetitious orgies, and torture. This felt different and it made his chest pound in excitement. The girl closed her eyes and for a moment, he felt displaced.



Lucius Malfoy was touching someone and she was not resisting. She was not being blackmailed or trembling with hatred. She trusted him, or at least she did not care that she could die at his hands, either way, it was an incredible feeling. Lucius instead of getting rougher, decided to explore the gentle approach and see the yielding results.



He sucked in a breath, his fingers caressing her hair, he brushed it back from her forehead and she shuddered softly from the tender, almost lover like caress. Hermione stared hard at the Elder Malfoy, and she saw something softening in his gaze. Something almost imperceptible had changed in the air between them. His fingers grasped her chin and he moved forward to press his mouth hotly against her own.



Hermione felt the kiss down to her toes and her heart began to pound. His devious tongue was not forked, but it drugged her nonetheless, with its slow exploration that caused every nerve in her body to stand on end. Lucius gently stroked her nipples, the soft nubs pebbled against his hands and he groaned into her mouth. Hermione arched forward into the tub and she could feel his hands trailing down to touch between her legs. His long fingers slid gently across her slit, the water easing the fingers access inside. Hermione panted, her breasts jiggling from his efforts.



Lucius smiled slightly at the apprehensive look on her face. She was wondering why he was not hurting her. He could tell by her expression. After rinsing the soap from her flesh, he pulled her from the tub and she leaned against him naked, her curves dripped water, and soaked his pants. Lucius bent his head and licked along her neck, collecting the droplets of water. Hermione shivered from his rough tongue and Lucius purred, “You will be a good girl, wont you? You will give me everything I want, wont you.”



Hermione wet her lips and she nodded at him. Lucius groaned and captured her hair as he crushed her against his powerful body. Hermione soft noise of surprise muffled against his hard lips as he dragged her towards the bed.



Lucius walked backwards, half-carrying Hermione towards the bed. Lucius pushed her onto the bed and exhaled slowly, staring down at her soft, white flesh and curvy figure. Her riotous curls cascaded over her shoulders and her back arched in unconscious sensuality.



She wet her lips nervously; it felt different with just Lucius. She was okay with hating him. This was much harder, he was not being a complete bastard, and she was afraid that he might get under her skin. Luckily, she knew that he thought of her like a whore, and that surprisingly made it easier. However, why then did it make her sweat when he touched so gently, his tone soft and cajoling, while he pampered her. He was treating her like some exotic animal that he was trying to break.



Hermione closed her eyes as Lucius clucked under his tongue. His hands moved down to his cock that was tenting beneath his pants. He hooked his fingers at the waist and slid his pants down, revealing a rather perfectly formed hard male body.



He was terrifyingly beautiful, wicked and unrepentantly seductive, and it took her breath away to see him before her, stark naked and almost feral with need. All of his cool, elusive cold elegance was stripped away by the greedy desire that backlit his cerulean eyes.



Lucius stalked over to the bed and whispered, “Lie down, Hermione.”



Hermione did as he instructed and stretched out her arms, lying flat. He walked to the head of the bed and waved his wand suddenly. The tassels that drooped from the comforter, elongated into thin ropes and they wove around her wrists and ankles, spreading her out before him, like a sacrifice.



Hermione gasped, and she could feel the cold air between her legs as she was exposed to him. “Please, don’t…”



“Now, don’t worry pet, I guarantee you will enjoy this,” purred Lucius as he stroked his wand across her belly.



Lucius flicked his hand across her mound and his fingers gently traced along the slit teasingly. Hermione wriggled slightly and arched her back her legs spreading out before him. Lucius wet his lips, staring hard at the taunt thighs and long legs pulled apart by the ropes. He bent over her, blowing lightly between her legs, his breath hot and his tongue lapped out to lick that sensitive flesh. “Tell me you like that, pet.”



“Yes, yes I do,” Hermione, whispered brokenly, her throat tight from wanting more. She arched up her back curving into a bow before the ropes restrained her once more. Hermione closed her eyes and Lucius kissed her softly on her clit, his tongue rubbing that tiny muscle, until she shrieked with pleasure and began to beg for him.



Her mouth opened and closed softly panting hard, always reaching for something that never quite was fulfilled. Lucius smiled coldly down at her and rose up, walking to the drawers. He withdrew a blunt, flat whip with several strips of leather attached to the handle. He trailed the whip along her hot flesh and she shuddered softly.



It was the promise of pain, of exquisite pleasure that was running through her now. She felt mindless with tension; her body trembled finely before him in submission. He groaned seeing her response and he captured her mouth, licking the inside, tasting her fear and desire on her tongue.



Lucius shushed her, gently he slapped the whip down and she felt the pain connect with a slight burn across her thighs. She bucked up in surprise and Lucius stared down at her. He trailed the leather strips across her exposed pussy and she made a gargled noise as he teased her.



Suddenly, the whip came down against her breasts. It felt like a fire seared across her nipples and suddenly they were on point. Hermione gasped in pain, although truthfully the pain was rather nonexistent, compared to the beatings she had in Azkaban, this was child’s play. Lucius inspected the welts that arose on her pink flesh and he moaned.



Hermione wet her lips and Lucius released her bonds. He smiled unpleasantly for a long moment. Hermione sat up, her nipples jiggled as she rose up to a sitting position. “Turn over,” commanded Lucius.



Hermione suddenly understand what he wanted. He wanted her to accept him. She saw the hint of uncertainty in his gaze and she swallowed a smile. “Yes, Lucius,” she replied meekly. Her eyes lowered to the ground and she rolled over on the bed. Her plump, white globes of her ass raised slightly and Lucius’s breathing accelerated. “Good girl,” whispered Lucius as he tightened his grip on the whip.



Suddenly he brought the length of the whip down on her buttocks and Hermione arched up, her buttocks burning suddenly. She bit down on her lower lip at the pain. Lucius checked her over and then brought it down again. Hermione begged finally, “Please, Lucius I just want to please you,” Hermione turned so he could see her face, her body however was still splayed out on her stomach, her buttocks, juicy red from his attentions.



Lucius nodded blankly, his breathing harsh. He dropped the whip to the ground besides him and he clasps her by the ankle, jerking her to the foot of the bed.



He whipped out his cock, and slammed it into her slick hole from behind. Hermione winced from his hands grasping her buttocks and squeezing the tender flesh, while he pumped steadily into her.



“Say why you want to please me, Mudblood,” hissed Lucius, his hair tickling her back as he pushed deep inside of her, leaning over her like an animal.



Hermione whimpered, “Because you are my Master, and I want you no matter what you do.”



Lucius groaned with these words and he began to grasp her curly hair, slamming inside of her, until her back almost bowed, her tits thrust in the air, while he claimed her. “Good, your mine, aren’t you Hermione,” he whispered silkily. “Not Draco’s…”



“Yes,” Hermione cried out as he yanked hard on her hair, his cock penetrating clear through to her cervix in an almost painfully tight hold.



Lucius howls as he releases inside of her with that one simple word. He bit down on her shoulder, and began to fuck her faster, as the last vestiges of his cum spilled inside of her. He pressed his weight against her and they collapsed on the bed. Hermione began to feel a cold dread inside her that she may spend the rest of her life like this.



Being used by Lucius was better then the prison guards, he intrigued her, but was not the person that she could spend her life with. Besides, he treated her like a whore and as much as they tried to make her one, she would always resist believing it of herself.



Lucius stroked the young girl beneath him as he gently pulled out. She was bathed in his seed and he felt a deep satisfaction about that. She was still trembling from the aftermath of his actions and he felt inordinately pleased by her deference. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and when she tried to rise up from the bed, he did not let her.



Hermione turned to face him, studying his aristocratic nose and high cheekbones dispassionately. He had such cruel lips but now they were relaxed in post coital bliss. His eyes remained glacial and she wet her lips nervously.



“You must know the truth, Hermione. I suspected you would be passionate with just me, without Draco. I can see now that I was correct. Still, I am older then you, and I am a rather despicable man by your standards,” Lucius commented with a wry smile, his fingertip tracing her eyebrow and they dropped to her lips.



“I do not know how else to say this but to be plain about it. Draco is married, whatever illusions he has convinced you of are lies. He is bound to his wife by blood oath. I cannot imagine why he would not tell you, but I want you to be happy with me. Clearly, he is going to impede with that progress. I suspect you genuinely care about him. What I am saying is, remember that you are Draco’s whipping boy, nothing more. Perhaps some day you will begin to think of me, before that foolish boy. I didn’t think I would feel this way about you, but something about you is changing me. I am too old to play games, so I will be plain. I want you. I want you to want me too,” Lucius spoke clearly, without a hint of self conciousness.



Hermione felt the world bottom out from under her as his words sunk in. Draco had lied, that small tiny flame of hope was now extinguished. He had married, and never said a word. Why would he? She was just a bloody slave. Her eyes grew cold with the anger that rolled through her and she only half heard Lucius’s remaining words.



“I understand you, Lucius,” whispered Hermione softly, and she closed her eyes, willing this to all go away.



Lucius dropped an arm about her waist and tugged her closer to him, snug up to fit against his body.



He always got what he wanted.



Always.





































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