A Strange Love

Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. Sorry, I earn none of these £££s for writing this.

Avanell: That will be answered shortly. You are so sweet.

Mary: Oh yes, I like Severliscious, and Luscious. Luscious is just too good a plot bunny to resist.

lazyllama101: Ask and you shall recieve.

PJZ: Thanks. I like stories with lots of twists. Some of them even surprise me, but then what do you expect when Death Eaters are your muses. Big bad boys, they need punishing.

Dani: You think? She's got a good time coming, I can guarantee that. And yeah, her death would kind of make the story null and void.

SmileZ: Yep, she's damn lucky! Oh bloody hell, she goes great with ANY slytherin! Yep, couldn't agree with you more. As for a Tom/Hermione one... I have written one already, it's called Riddle Her This, its in the Male/Female section. If you want to read it e-mail me for the link okay. I've also got a one-shot Voldemort/Hermione one called Poisoned Love.

JW: Dagworth-Granger was mentioned in book 6. Slughorn asked Hermione if she was related to them, that's a point that I think is significant. You find I like that she is, and isn't such a mudblood; that'd be a good come down for Draco. I'm glad you still like the story.

crinna: I like romance, and I like danger, that's why I write Hermione with any male slytherin that is gorgeous. It combines the two.

Katrina: Thanks, and here's the update.

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LEMONS GALORE!

The Smooth And The Rough

Hermione rolled on her back. Rodolphus rolled on top of her. Hermione was more intimidated by the sight of her fiancée naked in the light of day than she was at night. His broad chest was firm and glorious to behold. His chest was hairy but, as Hermione loved hairy chests this wasn’t a problem, even though it tickled her and made her laugh, she soon got used to it rubbing against her breasts and she grew accustomed to it. Now, she found them erotic and she rubbed her hands through his chest, stroking him. He closed his eyes and sighed; he loved the gentle strokes of his fiancée on his chest.

Hermione leant up and began sucking on the tentative spot just under his ear. He grunted his approval as his little kitten sucked on his flesh. He wrapped his hands in her thick, lustrous hair and massaged her scalp tenderly with the tips of his fingers. She purred, as his stroking sent tingles travelling down her spinal cord all the way down to her toes, making them curl.

Rodolphus turned his head around and brushed aside a mass of honey coloured curls and tucked them behind her ear before he began sucking on her sensitive spot. Hermione stopped sucking him as his rough lips made contact on her soft flesh. She gasped with pleasure and felt her nipples harden.

Rodolphus gently laid her back on the mattress, continuing his tender kissing and sucking on her neck. He contemplated biting her but let that thought fly through the window. He had made it clear enough last night just whose woman she was. If Lucius Malfoy couldn’t get the message through his head from his threats – threats that Rodolphus would carry through – then perhaps a well-aimed Cruciatus would get the message through.

Rodolphus felt her body respond to his with absolute pleasure. He stopped kissing her silken neck and sat up.

“Rudi,” Hermione sighed. “Please don’t stop.”

“Let me take a moment to look upon you, my dear little kitten,” Rodolphus growled.

Hermione sighed, she arranged her body underneath him and made sure to smile. The sun shone through highlighting the gold in her hair; the reflection of the sun glimmered into her eyes, and they shimmered under its light. They glowed the warmest amber, Rodolphus eyes travelled down the rest of her body. It, too, seemed to enjoy the bright sunshine’s touch on her body, as the suns effervescent light made her body sparkle like a glittering silken fabric that was too fine for any man to touch. Any man apart from Rodolphus Lestrange, he felt privileged to be the man owning this for the rest of his life.

He caressed her body with his strong, capable hands. Hermione closed her eyes enjoying his touch. Rodolphus wanted her to watch his pleasuring her.

“Open your eyes, Hermione,” he said. “I want you to see what you do to me.”

She opened her eyes and stared up at her lover. His blue eyes warmed at the sight of her. He smiled beguilingly, and she fluttered her eyelashes at her Casanova. She wanted to touch him, as soon as she raised her hands however he shook his head.

“I want to touch you,” she pouted.

Rodolphus laughed. Hermione felt the vibrations shudder through her body and it only caused her body to react, as she felt herself become wet down below. Why didn’t he just do it already?

“Oh no, dearest heart, I want to fully taste every inch of you before you touch me.”

He reached for his golden cord and took hold of her wrists, he pushed her arms up and tied the cord around her wrists; he then angled her body on the bed and tied her wrists to one of bedposts.

“This isn’t fair,” she moaned.

“Oh, trust me, Hermione, you will enjoy the sweetness of this torture.”

She glared at him; it only accentuated the fire that had been ignited. He touched her soul, and now she felt that she would do all she could to keep him. She let him lead her into the Palace of Pleasure; she wondered briefly if there was such a place.

Rodolphus began his assault on her body shortly after. He sucked, kissed and nipped all of her throat and neck. He then dotted hot, light feathery kisses on her collarbone and her breathing became faster. She stopped struggling minutes before allowing herself to surrender to this man. He cupped and massaged her breasts in his warm hands. He rubbed his thumbs on her nipples. Hardening them so much that she felt she could cut paper with them, her breasts hardened too. This was his favourite reaction in women. And especially in her, he smirked before lowering his head. He poked his tongue out and licked the tip of one of her erect nipples. She sighed, and her legs began to thrash about.

“Rudi!” she hissed with impatience.

“Let me worship you my dear,” he purred. “Don’t worry, my dear little kitten, you’ll get to play with me soon.”

She was on the edge of her sanity but she had no choice, this man had her tied to the bedpost. He was sucking on her breast and she gave out a moan. He might think this sweet torture but she found it irritating. She longed to stroke his sides. Kiss his skin. Feel his silken black hair. But she was forced to keep her emotions and feelings in check. As soon as she was free she’d show him, this lioness hated to be controlled.

Once he finished his attentions on one breast he swapped his attention to the other and it only increased her frustration. Her wrists twisted in the golden cord trying to free herself from her bonds. Rodolphus chuckled against her breast, and that didn’t help matters much. She thought to give in like she did before, but every touch; every kiss; made her more determined to free herself from this mans bonds. He trailed his mouth down to her stomach. He reached her belly button, and looked up at her. She looked down with such fierceness in her eyes that it only served to spur him even further down her body.

He wrapped his tongue inside her belly button kissing the little crevice with the same amount of attention that he gave her breasts.

“Rodolphus Lestrange if you don’t let me out of these bonds now I’ll hex you into next millennium!”

“And how will you do that without your wand, my dear?” He murmured. His blue eyes sparkled dangerously.

“I survived bloody well without one for the first ten years of my life! I can still perform wandless magic given the right situation. Just because I’m all tied up doesn’t mean I can’t – can’t – oh, Rudi, that’s fantastic!”

He got fed up with her little lecture and started sucking her creamy thighs. He felt her legs judder from his light but dominating touch. He swapped thighs, and she sighed as his hot, juicy tongue slicked its way down one of her lissom limbs. He kissed the sole of her foot before sucking each toe individually. He began on the other foot. Hermione found herself more impatient to touch him; she kicked one of her feet to show her frustrations almost hitting Rodolphus in the chest. He smirked at the reaction his little kitten was producing. He shook his head and his long black hair flopped over his brow. Hermione longed to brush the hair aside. She threw her head back on the pillow and growled.

“You weren’t this impetuous last night, Hermione,” he purred. He slithered up her body, licking her other leg.

He’s prowling me, she thought. And I LIKE it, oh Harry please forgive me.

He continued licking a straight path up her body until he ended up at her sweet mouth. He licked his lips and Hermione unconsciously mirrored the action. He leant down and captured her mouth in a searing kiss that shattered the last of Hermione’s wits; she spread her legs apart and curled them around his strong waist.

Rodolphus took that as an invitation as he slid his penis in gently at first, causing his lover to hiss and moan at the same time. She arched her hips up, and he slid it in again, slightly harder this time. Hermione threw her head back and purred with each and every stroke that seemed to be getting slightly harder and faster each time. He made sure to stroke her vagina with his member a few times before entering, just to make her writhe and yearn for more.

He felt his own orgasm coming but wanted her to scream his name first. He fluttered his eyes open to look down at her shining sweating face, her eyes aglow with lust. Her chest heaving with her heavy breathing; her hair plastered to her face with the sweat that had formed.

Tiny beads of sweat clung onto Rodolphus chest hair. She looked up at him. Harry forgive me, she prayed silently inside her head, but he is gorgeous. He arched down into her, piercing her with his erect member causing her to scream.

“More!” she begged. Panting. “Please!”

Rodolphus thrust harder and faster, giving her more. Making her as pleasured and sated as possible. He caved into his own orgasm finally as he ejaculated inside of her; he yelled her name, as she yelled his. He collapsed on top of her. Breathing heavily. He wanted to kiss her body once again, but felt too exhausted to. Hermione tried to unfasten the cords from her wrists but she gave up. It seemed she was to be trapped by Rodolphus body for eternity. But he shot up suddenly.

“DAMN!” He exclaimed, clutching onto his arm. “I was going to let you play, my dear, but he is calling.”

He untied her wrists and she got up immediately. “You don’t have to go, do you?”

Rodolphus wished he didn’t. But if he ignored this summons, it might be the last thing he did. And then Hermione would be passed onto his younger brother, or worse, she’d become Malfoy’s whore. He couldn’t let that happen to her.

“As soon as I return I’ll let you do what you will with me,” he promised. He got himself dressed quickly before rushing to the apparition point.

Hermione sat on the bed; she was worried about her lover. What would the Dark Lord do to him? More importantly, what did the Dark Lord want? She shook her head and winced as she got up to have a bath. Her muscles ached more from this morning’s than last night’s activity. When the bath was run she sank into its hot soapy depths and smirked a little playfully at what she was doing.

Who would have thought that Miss Goody Two Shoes would be doing this after she left school? For some reason she loved the fact that she had the opportunity to explore some of her darker fantasies. She tried to explain to Ron that it wasn’t evil to tie a woman to a bed if she wanted it. Too bloody noble for his own good. At least Rodolphus wouldn’t be. She giggled to herself. This might be more to her liking than she thought. And the minute Rodolphus would turn noble on her then she’d just have to ‘teach’ him a lesson. Her mind darkened at the thought of Ron, but he’d just have to accept it. She was getting bored with him anyway. Lavender Brown could have him. She was experiencing things that, that silly girl only TALKED about.

~*~*~

Lucius was sitting in his study trying to keep his mind focussed on estate business, but his mind drifted to yesterday evening and to Hermione Granger, if anything she was more beautiful in the shimmering silver robes she wore for the second half than she was in the iridescent purple set she was wearing before.

Of course, Lucius smirked. She’d look better with nothing on, or attached to me.

A pain pierced through his arm, interrupting his lascivious thoughts. The Dark Lord was calling him. Draco rushed into the study; clutching onto his arm; his face twisted in agony. The youth would soon get used to it. Lucius nodded curtly towards his son. He pushed his parchment aside and laid the quill down. He got out of the chair calmly. He strode to the cupboard where his and his son’s masks were kept.

They walked to the apparition point on their grounds. They were soon at the Dark Lords side.

“Ah,” he hissed. “I see that SOME of you managed to answer my call.”

He walked up to each and every one of them. They all bowed low and kissed the hem of their Master’s robes.

“What is your bidding, my Master?” Lucius asked.

“I have thought the situation over regarding the Mudblood pet of Harry Potter.”

Lucius and Rodolphus looked at each other. Draco continued to look at the floor until his father rapped him on the shoulder with his snake cane. Draco looked up sharply.

“My Lord, I am making progress with her,” Rodolphus said. “I tamed her this very morning.”

“Did you, Rodolphus, I am sure you enjoyed yourself in the process.”

“She is comely, Master, yes I did have a modicum of enjoyment.”

“It was brought to my attention that the young girl almost killed herself last night,” Lord Voldemort hissed. “That is not the action of a happy person.”

“She is happy now, my Lord,” Rodolphus said. “I allowed the Lestrange charm to work it’s, ah, magic on her. She’s now mine in all ways.”

“Hmm, that is as maybe, Rodolphus. But, as I said I have thought the situation over,” he slithered his way around the small group of followers. “It pains me to think that SOME of my followers are a little TOO interested in her. My prized followers at that, so I have decided I should get to know her for myself, you, Rodolphus will bring her here. I will require her presence for three days. If by the end of those three days I come to some sort of understanding why this little chit can worm her way into the hearts of my followers like this then I will hand her back to you Rodolphus. But,” the followers gulped. “If by the end of three days I find nothing fascinating about her then I will revoke my promise to you, Rodolphus. But fear not, Rodolphus your line will be secured. If this Hermione doesn’t work out, then you may have Shola Grey as your bride.”

“My Lord is too kind,” Rodolphus said, bowing to kiss the robe. Why did he have to be such a sycophant? He wanted to wring the fickle Dark Lords neck. After his love making with Hermione he was more determined to keep her than ever.

“Rodolphus, Draco, Rabastan, and Severus, stay. Lucius, you may go.”

Lucius smirked. Yes, the opportunity was handed to him on a plate. He rubbed his hands with glee.

“Thank you, my Lord, I am ensconced in estate business,” he said silkily.

He apparated out of the circle; but not to Malfoy Manor. He found himself standing out of Lestrange Court. He straightened his robes, and smoothed down his hair. He walked up to the front of the house and knocked on the front door. Must do things right now, he thought, let her act the Mistress.

He smirked.

~*~*~

“Clunky,” Hermione said. She was in the library.

“Yes, Mistress,” Clunky said.

“Could you please answer the door,” Hermione said. She was polite even if anyone else wasn’t. Although, she smiled, Severus was nicer to him than either the Lestrange brothers.

Clunky sighed. He was soon back in the Library. “It’s Mr Lucius Malfoy, Mistress. I showed him to the Study.”

“Thank you, Clunky.”

Hermione frowned. What did Lucius Malfoy want? If it was to renew last nights offer he was more persistent than she gave him credit for.

She smoothed down her robes and patted the back of her hair. She was in ordinary daytime robes. Still too splendid for the likes of the Weasley’s; but quite ordinary for people like the Malfoy’s.

She walked towards the study and opened the door after taking a deep breath; she thought to leave the door open.

“Mr Malfoy,” she said stiffly but cordially.

“I told you last night to call me Lucius,” he said with his eyes sparkling the same charm they did the previous night. She was going to have to build strong defences against this man. He smiled disarmingly.

“Lucius,” she replied with the same tone.

She walked away from the door leaving it wide open. Lucius smirked at such a charming display of discomfort. She doesn’t feel safe on her own with me, he thought happily to himself. Her perceptiveness is cute, almost. He waved his wand at the door and it slammed shut. Hermione’s heart fluttered in her throat. She was just about to open it again, but Lucius blocked her way.

“If there is something you wish to convey to Rodolphus I’d be happy to pass the message on,” she said.

“I have nothing to say to Rodolphus,” Lucius replied. “I came to talk to you.”

“Well, arrange an appointment,” she snapped.

Lucius chucked his cloak off and laid it on the back of a chair settling his cane against the back of the self same chair. “Do you mind if I make myself at home?”

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. He walked around her to sit in the same chair he put his effects on. He sat down, and as she was about to step away from the chair she felt hands grab her waist and she found herself sitting on Malfoy’s lap. She squealed with the surprise.

“Get off,” she said, struggling out of his vice like grip.

He sighed as she squirmed in his lap. “Give me one good reason why I should, Hermione?” he murmured against her neck. His warm breath tingled her sensitive flesh.

“I’m engaged, as you are witness to.”

“Do you love Rodolphus?” Lucius asked. His hands stroked her belly; it took all of Hermione’s willpower to resist his perfected touch.

“I care for him a lot,” Hermione said. Yes, she wanted to explore her darker side, but she wanted Rodolphus to help her with that. Not Lucius, and whilst she was getting fed up with the nobility of Gryffindor men, she also had a sense of loyalty. The ring on her finger was a symbol. Not just a band of gold. “Stop it!” she hissed, pushing his hands off her.

But his hands soon found other areas of her body. This wasn’t a man; he was an octopus. It seemed like this man was made of hands. She continued to wriggle in his lap.

“You do realise that the more you squirm the more you turn me on, Hermione,” he purred. He stroked her cheek, but she turned her face away. “Hermione,” he murmured, “you can’t shackle yourself to one man too young in your life. Let me show you what another man can be like between the sheets, give yourself a chance to compare.”

“Believe me, Rodolphus is enough,” Hermione said.

“I wouldn’t know about that, would I? Always preferring the fairer sex,” he purred. He snaked an arm around her neck and pushed her head closer to his. He breathed in her scent. “And only specific members of them.”

“So, you’re fussy?” Hermione asked. He stroked his nose along her neck before laying his lips on her sensitive flesh.

“I would not want to waste my seed,” he said. “I would not feel I was doing that with you. I can’t get you out of my mind, Hermione, I need you.”

His other arm was snaked around her waist so now she was imprisoned in his arms. She had no choice but to look in his twinkling eyes. She was so close to him. She bumped her lips on his nose before tilting her head to place her lips on his. She found her arms snaking around his neck; her hands were entwining themselves in his hair.

Their kiss was passionate and rough. Nothing of the tenderness that Rodolphus showed in his kisses; Lucius was showing nothing but animalistic desire. Hermione’s mind screamed at her to stop the kiss but her body was enjoying the blonde’s rough, caressing mouth. Lucius hands went down to Hermione’s legs. During his kiss he rubbed her legs; hitching the skirts of her robes up till they revealed her naked limbs. Lucius edged his gloved hand further up her leg, the feel of leather against her naked flesh caused Hermione to moan in his mouth. He growled.

The leather glove made contact with Hermione’s soft folds. He snaked his hand underneath her panties and began to tug at them, realising that it would be a struggle he just used brute force and ripped them from her flesh. The sound of tearing fabric caused her to yip. Lucius broke the kiss.

“I don’t need you,” she said.

“Your eyes belie you, Hermione. Their exuberance is only heightened by my touches and kisses.”

He stroked her cheek, and then picked her up; he carried her to the rug in front of the fireplace and laid her down in front of the cold fireplace. He was sitting on his knees. He unfastened his trousers.

“Lucius, please, we mustn’t,” Hermione said trying to get up. She had to run out of the room now before he went too far.

“I don’t see why Rodolphus should have all the luck,” Lucius growled.

“But you’re married to a beautiful, elegant woman,” Hermione said. “You have a son with her. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“It did for the first five years of our marriage but since then it means little to me. Besides, Rodolphus has slept with Narcissa. I don’t see why I can’t return the favour?”

He had unfastened his trousers and he placed the skirts above her waist. He placed his hands either side of her head. Her eyes widened at the predatory gaze in Lucius blue eyes.

“You vile man!” Hermione spat.

“I must say I believe that I am getting the better end of the deal,” he replied choosing to ignore the insult, besides he didn’t want her to be tame. He’d had enough of tame… Narcissa was too tame for his liking. He knew it was a cliché but he loved the spirit in this young woman. He leant down to taste some of that fire. He captured her lips with his; he bit her lower lip harshly, drawing blood. She opened her mouth; he slid his tongue inside her mouth to partake of her spirit. It burned and ripped his soul. He pushed into her; he didn’t care if he hurt her, it was his pleasure that needed to be seen to. Oh, next time he’d let her have her own way. And he would make sure of a next time. He thrust into her harder and faster; she winced at first with the initial pain of his brutal taking of her body, but a wave of pleasure washed over her. She found herself begging for more. For him to take her harder and faster!

Lucius was only to eager to acquiesce to her wishes. He arched his back and thrust into her, slamming into her so hard she began to bleed. He smiled down at her and noticed her eyes glaze over. It seemed that this girl did indeed have dark pleasures. He’d only be too glad to introduce her to his arsenal.

“LUCIUS!” she exclaimed as her body could take no more.

He came within her and he collapsed on top of her. He gathered her in his arms and murmured in her ear. “Believe me, Hermione, if I could marry you I probably would. And do not feel too guilty; Rodolphus would soon seek the arms of a lover. I don’t see why you should not have a lover yourself.”

“I’ve betrayed him,” she moaned.

“Not really,” Lucius said. He got up and fastened his trousers back up. He got up and picked up Hermione’s ripped panties. He sniffed them and pocketed them in his trousers. “A little souvenir.”

He slung his robe on his arm and picked up the cane. He walked up to her and tilted her chin up using the snake cane.

“Just go!” she hissed.

He smirked and bowed floridly. “Your wish is my command, Hermione.”

Hermione picked her knees up to her chin and rocked back and forth on the rug. She hadn’t felt this dirty for a while. Rodolphus made her feel loved, but Lucius had just made her feel like a whore. She sobbed violently. She ended up curling her body in a foetal position and sobbed herself to sleep.

Rodolphus found her; he shook with rage when he spied her robes spotted with blood. Rabastan and Severus walked into the room. Rodolphus shook her gently.

“Hermione, it’s me.” She squeaked and covered herself up. Her eyes stared at Rodolphus. Severus was sharply reminded of a frightened rabbit. “What happened?”

“Lucius Malfoy,” she whispered. “He came and – and – he practically raped me.”

“Practically?” Rodolphus asked.

“I – I think I encouraged him a bit,” Hermione answered blushing with shame.

Rodolphus was shaking with rage. He got up and strode up to the door.

“Where are you going?” Severus asked.

“To punish a certain blonde prat,” Rodolphus hissed with anger. “Hermione, do not feel ashamed, Lucius Malfoy is the type of man that doesn’t need any encouragement. I am not angry with you.”

Rabastan turned to the young girl and smirked. Severus, however, walked up to her and helped her up. He sat her in a chair and ordered Clunky to bring his Mistress some tea.

“What will Rodolphus do to Lucius?” Hermione asked cautiously.

“Nothing that I wouldn’t do were I in his place,” Severus said. “It’s about time something showed Lucius he can’t just barge in other peoples homes and take their wives.”

~*~*~

Rodolphus returned; a thunderous scowl on his face. No one could talk to him, as the expression on his face did not encourage any to venture close to him.

“What – what did you do?” Hermione asked him quietly.

“Nothing!” Rodolphus exclaimed. “I tried to track him but Lucius Malfoy managed to slip away from my detection. So, I pleaded with the Dark Lord but he will withhold his punishment to Lucius until he gets to know you.”

“What?” Hermione asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“Oh yes, our Dark Master wishes you to live with him for three days to find out what it is we all find so fascinating about you,” Rodolphus said sourly. “I thought we got this cleaned and sorted out. But it appears SOMEONE said something to him since, if he doesn’t find himself fascinated with you at the end of three days then he’ll kill you, and I’ll have to marry Shola Grey instead!”

Hermione’s heart plummeted. Is this what Severus had saved her life for? How could her life go from worse to catastrophic in a matter of hours?

“But you don’t like Shola. Do you?” Hermione asked in a small voice.

Rodolphus looked at her from across the room, as he was pouring out a whiskey.

“I can’t stand the bitch,” he growled. “It’s you I want. Not her. If HE carries on like this then even I might leave him!”

Hermione ran to Rodolphus. She laid a gentle, tentative hand on his big strong arms.

“Isn’t there anything that can be done to prevent this?”

Rodolphus placed his whiskey glass on the side and reached out to her. He wrapped her in his embrace and kissed the top of her head.

“No,” he sighed, “I am to take you to him tomorrow.”

Hermione laid her head against his chest. She was going to cherish his embrace for as long as she could. Tomorrow will have its own worries to deal with

A/N - It seems SmileZ you might get your wish. What do you all think of Lucius in this one, eh? A bit naughty wasn't he? But isn't that how we all like him, huh?