Bathtime Therapy

I am very sorry that it took me so long to post this chapter. Sometimes life drops a big shock on you and it took me a bit to get back to posting this. The good thing is that I was able to write two Oneshots that will be posted soon. Enjoy!



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Why is Hermione resisting Lucius? Would you have left Lucius curled up in the bed?





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Hermione stepped off the Knight Bus onto her street, stumbling on the last step as the bus lurched off. Too tired to curse at the driver’s poor driving skills, she crossed perfectly respectable yards and streets, appearing to wander aimlessly. She kept to the shadows and, for anyone watching, seemed to pick an empty house at random. Staying low to the ground, the door silently opened as she entered.



In reality, Hermione clutched her coat in front of her parent’s house. Counting the rock gnomes, she lifted up gnome number five, revealing the spare house key. She looked behind her and gave a small smile-she had not left any tracks and the wards were still intact. “Constant vigilance! as per MadEye Moody” she thought to herself. Her parents were not at home as they were visiting her Aunt Imelda so she made her way into the house and up the steps to her bedroom.



She stared at herself in the hall mirror, shaking her head. Her hair was a thick mess while her makeup was smeared by sweat and water. At least she had thought to grab her trench coat and outer robes from her room in the Gryffindor Tower. She had left a note to Ginny explaining she was going home, and took one of the secret passages to Hogsmeade. From there she took the Knight Bus for a cold rough ride home. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. She needed the solitude and comfort of home to think.

Hermione looked away from the mirror and stepped into her room, firmly closing the door. She glanced longingly at the bed, then towards the bathroom, and sighed. Her clothes were wet and she smelled of sex, sweat, Lucius, Theodore, and Cho. She giggled. And a partridge in a pear tree.



Hermione heated up the water and stepped in. She raised her face into the stream, relaxing slowly. She leaned against the wall to let the warmth soothe her, imagining Lucius’ arms around her, holding her close. While she had a few lovers, some with strong feelings between them, she had always been fascinated with Lucius Malfoy. If she wasn’t careful she felt that fascination could develop into much more. She snorted and rolled her eyes. She had already let that happen. She was such a fool! A few tears escaped and mixed with the water. After a few moments she resolutely wiped them off and scrubbed herself clean. Crawling into her covers, she promptly fell asleep.





Hermione awoke in the morning shivering. She had tossed and turned in her sleep and her covers were on the floor. She snatched up her blankets and lit the logs up in the fireplace with a quick command. Lying on her side, she stared at the flames, thinking back.



During the war, the members of the Order and DA became a popular target of Voldemort. With the constant threat of death at the forefront of her mind, Hermione jumped into a relationship with Viktor. At the time, it seemed natural that he should know where she was and when, especially since everyone was on high alert. Then it became who she was with, what were they doing, why didn’t you get in touch with me, and why, why, why, wasn’t she with him! Plus she was tired of hearing that Harry and the Order should listen to him more and how her flying skills were dismal. The final straw was when she went on safehouse duty with Mrs. Weasley and Ron.



Safehouse duty meant moving a group of witches and wizards in the resistance from one house into another. The homes served as a hideout when remaining hidden was a necessity. Anyone who spoke out against Voldemort was brutally murdered along with spouses, children, house elves and anyone else caught in the same house. This could have lessened the backlash against Voldemort as witches and wizards became afraid to speak out. The lucky ones died quickly, hacked to pieces with their body defiled after death. Others weren’t so lucky; Hermione shuddered, forcing herself not to think about it. The hardest ones were the babies.



Hermione, Ron, and Mrs. Weasley moved five children and nine adults that night to a new house. To prevent any traces of their magic signature, magic could not be used while in the safehouse or during the move. That night went by perfectly however it was well past midnight when everyone was settled. Hermione, Ron, and Mrs. Weasley used a car to drive away into the city and parked it on a busy street. They exchanged hugs, walked in different directions, and Apparated to various locations to throw off any trackers.



Viktor was waiting for Hermione when she appeared back at Headquarters, having walked half a mile from her last Apparating point. He was pacing back and forth as she came in the door to see Ron on the floor, not moving. She rushed to Ron only to be grabbed roughly and shaken by an angry Viktor. “Vere haff you been?” he shouted, as her head jerked forward and back. Her wand slipped out of her wrist sheath as she was shoved back against the wall, setting off Sirius’ loud mother “Disgusting filthy mudblood whore. If only I could lay my hands on you too!” Viktor snarled and lifted his hand; Hermione looked at him in shock, unable to protect herself.



Molly Weasley opened the door and firmly cast “Stupefy” on Viktor. He stood immobile, hand upraised, while his eyes darted around wildly. Shouting “All’s well, be up in a jiffy!” she wrestled the curtains closed in from of Mrs. Black’s picture. The twins and Mr. Weasley rushed down the stairs to help until Mr. Weasley saw what was going on. Fred and George were ordered back upstairs while Mr. Weasley watched to make sure they listened to him. He patted Viktor down and took his wand while Mrs. Weasley examined Ron. Hermione shot the immobile Viktor a look filled with loathing and turned her back on him to clean up the blood on Ron’s face.



When Ron attempted to get up, Hermione held her hand on his chest and shook her head. Mrs. Weasley looked surprised and a little frightened when Hermione asked to be alone with Viktor. There must have been a determined look on her face as Mrs. Weasley looked at her closely then slowly agreed. Arthur Weasley grabbed Viktor’s inert form and dragged him into the sitting room, leaning him against the wall. With a final glance at Hermione, Viktor’s wand was laid next to him, the spell was released, and the door was shut.



The twins teased Hermione later that she fought like a Weasley, as if there was any doubt. The sounds of explosions, breaking artifacts, and sobbing, while blocked from the rest of the house, were clear on the Extendable Ears. Hermione saw them just inside the door and ignored them. She smiled widely and proceeded to make Viktor very sorry for laying his hands on her. He paid for all the snarky comments, the possessive behavior, and for fucking with her when she was trying to keep it together during a WAR. He paid for knocking out Ron by attacking him from behind like a coward and for thinking she was unable to best him.



In the early hours of the morning, Viktor agreed he was very wrong to anger a witch. He also agreed by the Unbreakable Vow that he would never reveal any missions, secrets, or locations of the Order or DA and got his ass kicked out.



No one spoke of what happened afterwards but a solemn Viktor Krum walked out of that room. He shuffled to pick up his chest that was lying next to the door. He flinched and dropped his eyes as Hermione stared him down. He was not seen by the Order until after Voldemort was killed. Even then, he kept his distance from Hermione and left shortly after the International Day of Celebration.



Hermione gave a half smile at the memory. She was not going to be in that kind of relationship again. She crossed her arms under her head and stared at the ceiling. Being with Lucius was not an option. Everyone knew that Narcissa was treated like a possession and Draco had confirmed as much whenever she visited him. He bossed her around and talked down to her while Narcissa would smile dumbly. That behavior always comes from home. Hermione could see herself slipping away too until she was no longer Hermione but an object.



“I can’t” she said out loud. “I just can’t.”



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Lucius Malfoy gazed at the fire in front of him, contemplating his predicament. He was irritated by the fact that Hermione Granger had taken off on him. He wasn’t used to going to sleep with someone next to him and he had actually liked the feel of his arms around Hermione. He had awoke holding a long pillow in place of her warm body. Theodore and Cho were still asleep when he left for his own chambers.

He pulled her thong out of his robes, breathing in her scent. His cock tightened and he narrowed his eyes. She could have been there with him instead of taking off. He had already found out she had went home. He refused to follow her, asking for her pity. She could be on his chaise right now with her legs spread wide and his hands playing with her breasts.



He closed his eyes and pulled out his semi -erect staff.



His mouth could be kissing its way up one instep, up her calf, nipping at the back of her knee. His tongue could be lazily swirling on her thigh, up higher, then higher still to just before her core. He could have placed his mouth right next to her pussy and sucked hard, tasting her and marking her skin.



He moaned as he stroked his cock, hearing her sighs, feeling her beneath him.

She would have thrashed beneath him, begging him, needing him, to part her sweet lips, kiss her, devour her.



Instead he would repeat the same actions while she protested for more. Kissing her instep, her calf, nipping her knee, laving her with his tongue while she cried out below him. He would pull her close, rubbing her moist center against the base of his cock as he kissed her hips, her belly, flick her nipples with his tongue. Her hands would reach for him and run her fingernails over his shaft, before grasping him. He would kiss her and rub his shaft against her clit. Then he would thrust deep into her, so deep. Punging in and out, faster and faster, her nails would rake his back and his teeth would mark her breasts. Sweat would glisten between their bodies. Leaning back, he could admire their bodies coming together, she could pull his hair as she came, eyes wide, yelling her release..



His head went back and his hips jerked uncontrollably as he came hard, shooting streams of cum in the fireplace. He sprawled in the chair, her panties clenched tightly in his fist, as he panted harshly.



Gods he wanted her here.





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