Not All that Glitters is Gold

scarletwitchextreme - Thank you for your review! I really enjoyed Plaything as well and was sad that it wasn't updated. I plan on completing the story so never fear!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I know Lucius seems uncharacteristically civil and nice (to some extent) but he is more mature than Draco and understands the art of seduction. You catch more bees with honey than vinegar! Hopefully his portrayal didn't ruin the story - don't worry he's still mean ol' Lucius Malfoy.

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It must have been hours. Hours that she sat alone in the corner of the vast room. It's decorations thrice as expensive as the entire Burrow alone. Yet, it felt empty and incomplete. Sure there was a burning fire to keep the room warm, and a freshness of air that seemed to magically appear whenever she inhaled. However, it wasn't a place of comfort. The large four poster bed with silver and green bedding didn't look comfortable. It looked like torture waiting to happen. That was what Hermione deduced anyway.

She sat, huddled, in the corner of the room. Her knees were held closely to her chest as she had sobbed until no more tears would come. Only anger. Disgust. All those feelings she ought never to feel came rushing back ten fold. She had clenched her fists in anger so hard that blood dribbled down her palms and arms, drops spreading across the floor as she moved. She was violated. Stripped of every right she held. Nothing. That's what he told her she was. Nothing. Nothing but a filthy Mudblood. And, what's worse, he was right. Right in the world that she was subjected to every day for the rest of her life.

Hope was no longer there. Only determination. Determination to escape and bring these horrible people down. Her heart fluttered at the thought of embracing her friends again. The smiles they would share once everything ended and the Dark Lord was defeated. As horrible as it was, she imagined the pained look upon Draco Malfoy and his father when they were given the Dementor's kiss. The satisfaction she would have to watch Draco's life fade away with one simple kiss. After all he had done, it wouldn't matter as long as he was a shell. A shell of the person he thought he was. Just as she was.

Hermione leaned back against the wall and took another breath. Her stomach growled viciously but she knew food was not going to be supplied. She wasn't a House-Elf. She wasn't even a person, not anymore. She would waste away as another's possession. Nothing would make the Malfoy's happier than to watch Harry Potter's best friend die slowly of starvation. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, finally being able to let sleep claim her. Even for just a few minutes. It was pure bliss.

When she woke, she felt soft hands graze across her bare skin. Her eyes fluttered open as she inhaled the sweet scent of strawberries and cream. Hermione let out a small moan as the magic hands did its work, caressing her body. She heard the dripping of water and could feel the warm waves wash over her. It was all a dream. All a dream. She paused for a moment. The cogs in her brain tweaking slightly before her eyes shot open. She nearly shot out of the warm tub of water, feeling the cold air touch her dewy skin. Two hands gripped onto her shoulders and pushed her back into the water.

Dazed and confused, Hermione struggled until she felt the harsh backhand of a slap. Her eyes widened and she settled into the water. She turned her head and stared at the man kneeling beside the porcelain tube. His long golden locks tied securely in a pony hair behind him, a few stands had escaped and hung loosely over his square perfectly symmetrical face. His pale blue eyes looked in a dueling battle with her own. Hermione blushed for a split second before his full face came into view. Lucius Malfoy.

She squirmed just a little, crossing her arms and legs in an attempt to cover herself. Her actions merely seemed to entertain him as he bellowed a half laugh. "My son was never the type to take care of his toys. In fact, he has the tendency to break more things than own them"

She felt odd with his civility but he seemed to catch on and his face became cold and stern. He said nothing as he continued to sponge bathe her. His soft, yet calloused, hands grazed her body with the utmost care, washing away the dirt and grime caked on after weeks of torture. She noticed that he wasn't wearing his usual dark emerald cloak, instead simply sat with a white button up shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He brought his hand to the top of her head and pushed. Hermione was only able to catch a small breath before she was submerged under water. She felt his hands run through her hair before she was pulled back out.

Lucius rose from his position and pulled a long black towel that rested on the edge of the sink. Hermione shivered as the water mysteriously disappeared, leaving her dripping wet in an empty bathtub. He turned and held the towel out for her, watching as she snatched it and held it to her chest, shivering.

"For Merlin's sake girl. Dry yourself off." He snarled, watching as Hermione fumbled with her towel to dry herself off.

She felt his hands behind the towel, guiding how she toweled off. She couldn't bare to look at him as his hands did the work for her. Feeling every inch of her body, her curves, even her hair. He pulled the towel from her and draped it onto the sink where it disappeared into thin air. Lucius grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her out of the lavish bathroom. She wasn't in the room she was before. This one was far more grand, and far more hollow.

Lucius escorted Hermione to the hearth, running his hands up and down her arms as the fire's light licked against her skin. How pale she was now that she was clean. Her skin was still unnaturally soft and he wondered, if for the moment whether she had some Veela in her. No. She didn't. He came to the conclusion quickly. But that didn't mean she hadn't grown from the buck teeth twelve year old he had met all those years ago. She was now a young woman. One who had no rights but one none the less.

Hermione didn't look at him. Her eyes were trained to see past him. They were just as hollow as the room was and it irritated Lucius. He brought his hand to her chin and forced her to look at him. "You will NOT look anywhere else but at me. Is that understood."

"I thought I belonged to Draco," Hermione mumbled, having gotten that feeling long ago when he first came to get her.

Lucius sneered and raised his hand to hit her, causing Hermione to flinch. The hit never came. Instead, he brought his hand to the nape of her neck and grasped onto her hair, jerking her head back painfully. "You were given to the Malfoys. That includes myself. Draco is away at the moment and I have specific urges to fulfill."

"Does rape constitute as an urge then, Malfoy?" She asked, spitting his last name out harshly. Hermione never knew when to shut up. It was a trait of hers that would carry her quicker to the grave. At least she'd always have the last word.

Mafoy's nose twitched with irritation but he did nothing. He released her and pulled his wand out, pointing it square between her eyebrows. "I could make you feel the worst pain imaginable. One flick of my wrist and you'd be nothing but filthy ashes on my floor."

"Then why don't you?" Hermione asked, staring him down defiantly.

Lucius chuckled, actually chuckled as he brought his wand down. Her fire and spirit was refreshing. The normal women he was gifted with merely succumbed to his every will without a word. It was frightfully boring and they never lasted long. Some how he knew this one would last. Last until he had grown tired, which he doubted he would until she died. Hermione was just as shocked as the next person. She expected to be writhing on the floor, listening to insult after insult being thrown at her. But all she got was laughter.

She didn't know whether he was Bi-polar or mentally ill. She hoped for the latter but knew better than that. Lucius drawled closer to her, his chest lightly touched hers. He brought his hand to her face, the swelling had gone down and there were only faint marks of bruising. He had left them there for Draco to stew in his own mess. That boy needed to learn to take care of his belongings. His hand traced down her face, over her collar bone and lower until he reached one of her supple breasts. Hermione's breath hitched as she felt his palm caress and feel her mounds, his free hand traveled down to her backside.

Lucius was enjoying himself immensely. He understood the need for physical contact in the sense of intimacy. His hands provoked parts of Hermione's body that she had no control of and that was exactly what he was relying on. She was a strong girl from the start. Always in control and when such control is stripped from her. It was only a matter of time before she broke. Voldemort didn't understand this. He never understood anything other than brutality and torture. It was perhaps a good thing that Lucius was able to have her for himself, and his son of course but Draco had a short attention span and would soon move on to greener pastures. Lucius, however, would enjoy breaking the young woman's spirit.

Hermione remained rooted on the spot as Lucius' hands slowly moved down her body. She couldn't help but shiver, feeling herself becoming honeyed up for him. It was sickening and she wanted to vomit. She had to constantly tell herself that it wasn't her fault. It was her body's. Her body was unaware of what was going on, but she knew exactly. She wasn't dumb. She tested him, well she wanted to. She lifted her eyes from his chest and stared into his own. Almost defiantly.

Lucius stared back with vigilance. Both were stubborn souls, but he was older and wiser. He had experience, whereas she had none. Lucius leaned forward, listening to Hermione gasp quietly as his lips traced the edge of her ear lobe. He kissed down her neck as his hand moved slightly between her legs. Hermione instantly tightened her thighs but felt them being easily pushed apart. She parted her lips and let out a small gasp when his fingers found her nub and began running his thumb around it slowly.

Unbeknown to her, her head lolled back, exposing her neck further for Lucius' lips. He brought his free hand to her back, propping her up while his fingers felt how wet she was. She wanted him. Her body wanted him and he was going to give her exactly what she needed. Hermione wanted to close her eyes out of sheer pleasure but forced them open. He was playing with her. Toying with her body and she wasn't going to stand for it. She was a Gryffindor!

"Mmm...so wet for me." He murmured into her skin, biting little pieces of flesh as his lips traced back up to her neck.

In a swift motion, Hermione found herself on her back; laying across his large soft bed. She stared at him as he nudged her thighs apart and pulled off his shirt. She couldn't help but notice how well built he was for a man his age. However, she couldn't allow herself to look beyond his chest. It almost frightened her and intrigued her at the same time. Lucius didn't care. Not anymore. He leaned back against Hermione and brought a hand to her breast, roughly rolling it with his palm.

Hermione thought she heard the door open and turned her head to look but shut her eyes almost instantly. She felt him push into her. Not rough like Draco had but softly and hard. It wasn't like Snape, who was all about caution and care. It was different. Lucius said nothing. His breathing didn't even fluctuate as he pumped into her. His icy cold eyes bore holes into her gaze from the intensity he was staring at her with. She was unable to hold back a moan and let it pass between her teeth, almost like a snarl.

Lucius smirked inwardly and leaned over her. His hand moving to her wrist as he brought it about her head and held onto it tightly. His hips swung heavily into her. The noise of their skins slapping against one another echoed in the room. Hermione closed her eyes as yet another moan escaped her lips, a louder one.

"Look at me," Lucius ordered with a grunt as he picked up pace. Hermione's eyes slowly opened and stared into his as his thrusts grew more and more rigid. It began to hurt and Hermione could only whimper. She could almost feel that he was nearing his release as his brow furrowed and sweat began to bead across his perfect forehead. Lucius tightened his grip against her wrist as he let out a subtle groan and pushed himself deep into her, feeling his release. He didn't even pant as he pulled from her and left her lying alone.

He dressed in front of her, his eyes still bearing into her soul. "I can be quite gentle when I wish to be, girl. Just remember, being on my good side may be beneficial for you in the future. Although I highly doubt it'd be much." He finished buttoning his last button and turned to the door, only to stop mid-stride.

"Draco." He said calmly, although Hermione could tell he had been caught off guard.

Draco stood at the door with his arms crossed and a slight look of disdain on his face. "Don't sully yourself too much with the Mudblood, father. After all, you don't want the likes of her to share your bed."

Lucius narrowed his eyes at Draco and pulled his wand out. Draco didn't move but only stared at him with a small triumphant look playing across his lips. "Crucio!" He pointed his wand to Hermione, who screamed and writhed under the pressure of the pain. When he pulled his wand away, Hermione was left panting as tears ran down her cheeks. Lucius said nothing to either of them and moved past Draco, only pausing to look at him for a brief second before leaving.

Draco uncrossed his arms and strolled to the bed with his hands in his pocket. "Geeze Granger. I was gone for a few hours and you're already shagging my father." He was sarcastic and grinning from ear to his. "You do clean up well, even if my father uses you as a cum bucket."

He leaned over and grabbed her by her bushy brown hair, pulling her up to him. Draco gave a disgusted look and looked into her eyes of chocolate, "Did you enjoy it, Mudblood? Did you enjoy my father fucking you? You worthless cow."

Hermione could feel some disdain his Draco's voice. As if having to share was not a trait he had gained as a child. That's what he got, she automatically thought, for being such a spoiled prat. Even now, when he had everything he wasn't willing to share. Oh how ironic life was. She wanted to give him a smug look but she finally knew better.

"What? Don't you have anything to say? You sure as hell didn't shut up a few hours ago." He almost looked defeated, wanting her to say something snarky back in order to punish her, but she didn't.

They both turned their heads when a House-Elf entered, carrying several sheets in its arms. Draco growled and dropped Hermione onto the bed, racing after the elf. The elf's eyes widened and it let out a low scream as Draco planted his foot into its chest and kicked it against the wall. Whatever made Hermione snap, it didn't matter anymore.

"Stop! Don't you fucking touch her!" She bellowed out, moving as quick as her tired legs could. She jumped onto Malfoy and pulled his hair. However, her strength wasn't what it used to be and he easily shoved her from him. He swung around and back handed her with his fist. Hermione felt the trickle of blood escape from her nose and sudden pain hit her.

"Even when you have nothing to live for you still fight for these creatures!" Draco said loudly, grabbing onto Hermione's hair and pulling hard until she was crushed up against him. "You're below House-Elves, Granger. You're below common whores. At least they get paid to fuck!"

He released her and brought his fist to her face, crashing it against her. Hermione doubled over and fell to the ground, clutching onto her face as blood poured over her hands. The elf whimpered and stared from Draco to Hermione and back again before Draco turned on it. He raced after the elf, who had turned and bolted out of the room. He made it almost half-way out of the door before stopping and trotting back to the room where Hermione keeled with her face still in her hands.

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