The Family Jewels

Chapter 40
Pinch me

The Gryffindor Quidditch team stood on the sidelines and accepted the applause of the crowd with a few subdued waves and half-smiles. The red-haired brother and sister on the team didn’t even bother with this. Harry had taken off with Malfoy at full tilt; the only possible reason for this was Hermione. There was a not very friendly rivalry between the two houses, but Ginny could see that the Slytherin team was missing their leader in this, their moment of glory. The Slytherins who had girlfriends were eager to accept congratulatory hugs and kisses, and perhaps ‘good job’ blow jobs later. It would have been nice for them to share this moment with their Captain, all their extra effort had been for him.

Pansy waited in the tunnel out of the pitch for Ron. She was leaning against the wall, her special smile just for him on her lips. He approached her with a worried frown on his face. “Where do you suppose Harry and Malfoy took off to?” he asked.

“They flew those damn brooms right into the castle,” Pansy answered him with a smile. “Blaise was even watching the game from the Gryffindor stands. I have no idea how those lunkheads managed to pull this off. You played very well, love,” Pansy said softly, nuzzling Ron’s cheek with her mouth.

“I’m a bit sweaty now, love, keep the thought,” Ron smiled at her and kissed her, very briefly, on the mouth. “We should get up to the castle.”

Harry was outside the Head Dorm when they arrived there, kicking at the suits of armor and using his wand to write rude words on the stone walls. Pansy raised an eyebrow at Ron, then erased the words with her wand when Harry wasn’t looking.

“Harry, where’s ‘Mione? Why are you out here?” Ron asked, not scared yet, but getting there when he saw the look in Harry’s eyes.

“Malfoy’s father took her,” Harry’s voice dropped. “The bastard also raped her, and there was blood on the sheets. We’re waiting to see if we hear from the slimy git, then in,” he checked his watch, “43 minutes we’re going to go get her.”

“Why are we not going now?” Ron’s color was high in his cheeks.

“They left by Portkey, and we don’t even know if they are where we suspect they might be. The French Aurors are trying to find out right now. So, we wait,” Harry finished up disgustedly.

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Hermione looked around the small cottage the Portkey had taken them to. She was surprised by the simplicity of the surroundings, but she supposed being a fugitive did not usually lead to 5 star accommodations. She had managed to pull on her knickers and a shirt before Lord Malfoy had stopped her. It wasn’t much, and she was barefoot, but she was counting small blessings at this point.

“And what shall we do with you while I wait for my son to come crawling to accept his place with the Dark Lord?” Lucius pretended to be deep in thought.

“Lord Malfoy, in all seriousness, I know you are an intelligent and powerful man. Why do you follow another? I would have thought it would be beneath you.” Hermione thought that as long as she was at his mercy, she might as well have him answer some questions.

“Nice try, my dear. Let’s make sure you’re no trouble, shall we? Imperio.” Lucius cast an Unforgivable Curse on her, and Hermione began to feel very happy and floaty inside her mind. “You can see there are no house-elves here, and I do not clean. Clean the cottage while we wait,” Lucius commanded, going to the desk to write a letter.

Hermione began to gather the dirty dishes around the cottage and took them to the sink to wash them. There was a mindless joy in it for some time, then her mind began to fight. Harry had spent a great deal of time with both her and Ron trying to help them throw off the Imperious curse, in case of a dilemma such as the one she was now in. She was gaining a sense of herself again, but she did not have a wand, and she was physically mismatched against Lord Malfoy.

Hermione looked down, and saw that she was still wearing the Talisman of Venus around her neck. She remembered the words that Blaise had said to her, “if it is dipped in the cup of a sworn enemy, it will transform the emotions of that person to affection and devotion for life”. She shrugged mentally, thinking that it was now or never. If Lord Malfoy wasn’t her sworn enemy after today, she didn’t know who would be.

She finished cleaning the kitchen and put the kettle on. “My Lord, would you care for a cup of tea?” she asked, careful to keep her eyes slightly unfocused to give the impression that she was still under his control.

Lucius was beyond self-congratulation at this point. The girl was a house-elf and a whore all rolled into one. “Yes, and a plate of biscuits,” he answered.

“Yes, my Lord,” she said, subserviently.

Hermione prepared a tea tray, pouring a cup, then quickly dipped the talisman into the drink. She didn’t know if the magic in the talisman would actually work, and if it did, how long it would take before an effect was felt. Lord Malfoy was a powerful wizard; she didn’t want to take any chances.

“Shall I leave the tray here, my Lord?” she asked, bringing the tray to the desk.

Lucius finished his letter and tied it to his owl. “Take this to my son,” he said. He turned to Hermione, “Yes, my dear, here is fine. Suck my cock while I have my tea.”

He leaned back in his chair, taking the cup. Hermione took a deep breath, unfastening his pants and pulling his cock out. It was only half hard, so she began to give it long licks from tip to base. Lucius took a long drink of the tea as his cock grew and began to leak pre-cum. “I said, suck it,” he said irritably, taking another long drink.

Hermione forced herself to remain calm. She took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around, watching his face closely. He finished the cup and shuddered violently. Hermione drew back, waiting for his reaction. “Miss Granger, why are you on your knees?” he asked her.

He had never called her Miss Granger, so she was cautiously optimistic that his own family jewels were going to be used against him. “Can you take me back to Hogwarts now?” she asked.

“That green bag, that’s the Talisman of Venus of my family, isn’t it?” Lucius could not fight the magic that was in his blood.

“Yes, Draco gave it to me after we saw you in Hogsmeade. He loves me.” Hermione held her head up.

Lucius sighed. “Let’s get you back to Lord Malfoy then.”

“Aren’t you Lord Malfoy?” Hermione asked.

“Not anymore,” Lucius frowned. “I seem to have lost that title to my son.” He wrapped a large cloak around her body and picked up a small box with the Malfoy seal on it. “Portus,” he said, tapping it with his wand.

A rescue party was about to depart from Hogwarts, when the two of them appeared in their midst. There was great confusion for several minutes. When the dust settled, Draco had pinned what looked like himself against the wall with his wand, and Hermione was sobbing in Blaise’s arms. Snape was quickest on the draw. “You dipped your talisman in his drink, I presume, Miss Granger?”

Hermione nodded her head vigorously, snuggling into Blaise’s arms and refusing to look at anyone.

“Mister Zabini,” the Headmaster said, “perhaps you would be so good as to accompany Miss Granger to the Hospital wing?”

Blaise swept her up into his arms, departing with a final malevolent glance at his best friend being held in place by his best friend. “Take good care of her,” they both called after him.

‘We are definitely entering a weird area here,’ Blaise thought.

Harry also came out of his shock, “There are two of them now?” he asked incredulously.

“No,” Draco answered. “This one is my father. You can always tell him by the Dark Mark on his arm.” Draco ripped the sleeve on his doppelganger so that the Mark was visible to all.

“The Aurors will be here any minute, Lucius; perhaps we should depart for my office to have a little chat. If my suspicions are correct, we may be sending a man with changed loyalties back to the Dark Lord.” Dumbledore was still not twinkling, but he had regained his calm, unflappable manner. Snape, Dumbledore and Lucius turned to leave, but Lucius looked back at his only son, wanting to say something, anything that would help him to heal from this.

“I’m sorry, Lord Malfoy,” he said after a moment. To his knowledge, those words had never passed his lips prior to that moment.

Draco knew this as well. His head came up, but there was still a stubborn gleam in his eyes. “You should be.”

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A/N – Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. Over 46,000 hits. I’m stunned.

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