Deliciously So... (Editing)

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Cateye: hope this doesn’t disappoint you, yes poor Hermione

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Angel: I’m afraid Severus reacts as is to be expected

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Bella Snape: Severus is an extremely complex person

Citten: Lucius is as cruel as I can make him, I dislike having to change the characters too much

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Die Hexe: we all wear a mask, my dear. I have a cute side that you see everyday but at night *evil laugh* . Anyway finally got better

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Consequences

“Oh Severus… After fixing her, you can play with her too”. And with a smirk on his face he turned his back and started walking down the corridor. “I will be in my study if you need me”

With his eyes still on the blonde wizard walking away, he took out his wand and summoned his bag of healing potions and ointments. After making sure he had everything he would need he opened the door softly closing it behind him. The room was in semi darkness, with another lazy wave of his wand a fire burst in the grate and the many candles in the chandelier started burning, enveloping the room in a soft light.

The room itself was chaotic. Clothes on the floor, pieces of a broken vase which he assumed should be priceless he lazily waved his wand and the clothes disappeared while the vase returned to it’s original state and levitated to it’s place “When will he ever learn to be nice to the ladies?” he muttered to himself, although secretly admitting that Lucius Malfoy has no doubt had more lovers than many men put together. The bed with the lady in question seemed to be in no lesser state than the room, if not worse. Putting his bag down on the bed he stood back to observe the situation: she seemed to be youngish, nicely shaped body; he couldn’t see the face as it was covered by her lustrous long brown hair. She was indeed in a pitiful state, blood seeping from her womanhood, and apparently also on her neck, she had bruises on her thighs and his seed covered her stomach. Still scowling he started to work.

Scourgify he muttered, cleaning the seed off her body and the blood of the sheets. “He should learn how to clean up after him” he spat

Taking out a small jar he started applying an ointment on her creamy thighs, where the bruises disappeared instantly. He then decided to leave the worst wound last, and moved to her neck. Looking down at her neck he still couldn’t access completely the bite, so turning her head to the other side he let out a gasp of surprise and dropped the jar which shattered on the floor; for the girl in front of him was Hermione Granger!

Has the world gone mad?! Of all people to be here, it’s her?! The bookworm of the golden trio! The little Miss-know-it-all of Gryffindor. She was Lucius’ new toy? Of all the thousands of girls, why her? Most of all, what is Pureblood Malfoy doing with Mudblood Granger? I must be having hallucinations. It’s all the work I’ve been doing! It must be! And closing his eyes he opened them again as if expecting there to be someone else on the bed, but no. She was still there.

“Lucius what are you doing?” he muttered. If she were to wake it would lead no doubt to some complications. He had murdered Dumbledore after all; had betrayed the Order of the Phoenix. Indeed if she were to see him she would be quite agitated to say the least. So much unnecessary stress. Taking a vial of magenta liquid from his satchel he opened her mouth and let a drop fall in it. She should sleep for at least an hour now.

With a flick of his wand the glass jar returned intact in his hand, and with a second wave the ointment flew back into the jar. Still cursing under his breath he bent down and dabbed the bite mark which hissed and steamed, leaving perfect unbroken skin behind. Walking back to the foot of the bed, he stood glaring at the unconscious body before him.

“Wait till I get my hands on you, Lucius” he snarled as he sat on the mattress. Taking the ointment he coated his fingers with it, and started rubbing her wounded womanhood. Even though asleep she must have felt the stinging sensations on her body, because she let out a whimper of pain.

At least she’s asleep. Imagine her waking up now. That would certainly of been most inconvenient he thought savagely. After covering his fingers yet again in the ointment he gritted his teeth as he placed two of them in her dry channel, steam forming whenever he touched an open wound. She was whimpering loudly, he wished she’d shut up. It was a most uncomfortable situation to be in: having to heal one of his old students in such a private way. He knew she would be feeling a very unpleasant stinging in a very delicate place; but if she kept whimpering like this he was inclined to shutting her mouth. He then felt something strange: she was starting to move her hips, starting to give into his touch! He quickly moved his fingers and she let out a low moan, he repeated the process and she moaned yet again. His fingers were getting damp through her arousal. But every little moan she made, every tantalizing movement of her body made him realize something. He was enjoying it. Supremely enjoying it. He noticed his trousers were becoming exceedingly tight and uncomfortable, he noticed his breath was becoming strained and his heart was increasing his pace…What is happening?!

Quickly removing his fingers as if they’d been burnt he stood up and looked down with pure loathing at the unconscious girl before him, his friends words swimming in his mind “Oh Severus… After fixing her, you can play with her too” …how dare he?! Lucius had certainly overdone it this time! How could he possibly think he would want to ‘play’ with her? But he knew that what made him more enraged was the feeling that he wanted her. Her! Before he could think or do anything else, he picked up his wand and bag and left the room with its inhabitants behind, slamming the door as he went. Taking a deep breath he forcibly removed any thoughts of the girl from his head, and opening his eyes abruptly he whispered voice full of malice “Lucius”.


“Oh Severus… After fixing her, you can play with her too”. And with a smirk on his face he turned his back and started walking down the corridor. “I will be in my study if you need me”

He couldn’t wait to see Severus’ face when he realized who he was supposed to be healing. He was sure he would not at all feel inclined to playing with her. If he knew his friend, which he did; he was ready to bet his fortune that he would not want to touch her more than necessary…and even if he did he wouldn’t. Severus was so attached to his own misery and discomfort, quite amusing really. He really enjoyed suffering so much; poor thing. He should take me as an example. I certainly know how to enjoy myself. I know how to take what I want. The problem now was, what did he want?

He had wanted the girl. He had obsessed over her. He had taken her and had her. So why hadn’t he killed her afterwards? Why had he felt it fit to keep that filth alive once he had reached his goal? It didn’t make much sense. And he didn’t like something he couldn’t understand. It irritated him. Made him feel as if he wasn’t in control.

He arrived in his study and sat down at his desk. He summoned yet again his decanter of Odgeon’s Firewhiskey and a glass. Pouring himself a glassful he raised it to his lips without drinking. He sat like that for a few minutes, pondering silently on his encounter with the girl. Why did she bother him so? Why did he want her? What did he want of her now that he had succeeded in breaking her? I really broke her, she seemed to be nothing but an empty shell. And now what? Now she was broken what more did he need?

You want her to give herself to you; without having to force her. said the same soft little voice in his head that had spoken up, before in the room.

“Nonsense!” he said out loud

But it’s true, don’t you see? You want to be able to say you’ve made Hermione Granger your own. You want her to offer herself to you. You want her to worship you as a God. You want her.

“I have had my share of sex. What makes her so special? Why would I want her? I get worshipped enough.”

But she is different. You have had her, yes; yet you are unsatisfied. And why is that? Simply because it was too easy to take her by force. Yes she is broken. But you can mend her. Seduce her, make her want you as much as you wanted her. Make her dream as much as you dreamed of her. And then you will be truly satisfied. And then…

“… I will kill her”

Yes the soft little voice replied.

Lifting his glass in the air he toasted to himself and gulped down the burning liquid. He heard a door slamming upstairs, he smirked. “Time to amuse myself with dear Severus”

The door opened with such force that it bounced into the wall behind it, slamming itself behind the extremely furious Severus Snape who had just barged into the room.

“Don’t you know it’s polite to knock?” Lucius drawled

“Shut up Lucius! How dare you put me in such a situation?! How dare you!” he growled, putting his hands on the oak desk and leaning down towards his friend glaring at him.

“What I decide to do is my business really isn’t it? And I’m not one of your students, Severus; don’t try to intimidate me in this fashion.”

“First Lucius, your business as it may be, if I have to be the one to ‘fix’ your things, that you don’t know how to keep well, you should inform me first and not let me fall into very disgusting surprises.”

“Did she wake up?” he smirked

“She did not wake. I gave her a sleeping draught, if she had seen me, do you have any idea what could have happened?”

“She didn’t have a wand, Severus. And also seemed highly incapable of any form of fighting magical or physical.” He drawled

“She would no doubt have gone into hysterics.”

“Oh and you didn’t want that did you? You seem to care quite a lot for the girl.”

“She means nothing! I try to avoid unnecessary stress. Something you seem to be enjoying giving to me”

“Actually…yes. I find it highly amusing.”

“If you could find someone else to provide you with entertainment I would be grateful!” he spat

“Calm down, Severus. You offend me.”

“I am not amused, Lucius”

“Indeed” he replied softly eyeing his friend. “But did you play with her?”

“I beg your pardon, Lucius, but this does not concern you. But, I shall answer you nevertheless: I did not ‘play’ with her. I find it quite uncomfortable to look at one of my students in that way.”

“I’m sure. Forgive me. Take a seat please.” he said waving to the chair in front of him, raising an eyebrow as he noticed a slight bulge in his friend’s trousers. Typical Severus. Never plays. But as the wizard seemed to be little short of murderous he decided not to press the matter.

“So, Lucius.” He started courtly as he sat down “I will not press your sexual tastes, nor the fact that you are old enough to be her father; but why did you have to choose Granger? Did you stop for one minute to think about the consequences your actions will bring? She is one of the Order! She is a Mudblood! She’s Potter’s bloody best friend! Do you think there is even the smallest possibility that they will have noticed her absence?! How did you get her here anyway?”

“I swear, Severus, if you keep asking me so many questions, I will forget some before I have even had chance to answer. Now let me see. As to why I chose the Mudblood, I don’t know. I suppose it had something to do with a previous encounter I had had with her in Flourish and Blotts a couple of weeks ago. But I can find no other satisfying answer. Yes, I thought quite a lot over the whole ordeal. Her disappearance will no doubt cause some uproar. I ordered one of the House Elves to follow her, as she and the other two brats keep moving location; and today I requested a white rose to be placed in her room. The rose was a Portkey, which brought her here. And lastly the consequences, well I hadn’t even planned on letting her live afterwards, so I’ll just have to think on what to do now.”

The dark haired wizard was listening in silence, absorbing all the possible information he could draw out of his friend’s words, waiting as his mind came out with its conclusion.

“So let me get this straight. You met with Granger at Flourish and Blotts, you had her stalked by one of you House Elves; you made the House Elf in question, place a white rose on her bed today which turned out to be an illegal Portkey. And you had planned on killing after having her, but you haven’t. Why? Why didn’t you kill her? She has served her purpose, has she not?”

“Yes and no. You see, I have had her. But I want her to want me too.”

“What?!”

“Well, to put it better. I have been haunted by her since I met her. I developed quite an obsession, I’m afraid. I had thought that satisfying the nature of my obsession would be enough to end it. But apparently, it didn’t satisfy me. So, I plan to seduce her. Make her want me, make her burn with desire. And then once I’ve satisfied her, and she me...” he looked at his friend in the eyes “I will kill her” he added softly

“Lucius, you are really mad. Quite insane. You are a rather contorted, but quite accurate example of the ways of the human mind. Very well. You want to have her willing, correct? So what, is she going to stay here while you seduce her? Not to point out the obvious, but you do realize that the place his crawling with people who loathe her? Your son, Draco for instance. If she sees me, and no doubt it will happen. There may be guests that may not completely approve her, like some Death Eaters. And then you, Lucius. You have just abducted her and raped her! Do you think she will enjoy being in you presence long enough for you to seduce her? She may be nothing but an empty core now, you may have broken her will to live completely”

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been raped”

“Lucius, stop mocking me!”

“Honestly, do you think I’m not aware of these problems? Of course I know!” he shouted slamming his fist on the desk.

“Why her, Lucius?” he asked quietly

“As I said I don’t know. I just wanted her. I still do.”

“And you get everything you want?”

“Most of the time I do” he whispered softly, a tone of warning in his cool voice.

“Do you require my help, in anything at all?”

“I think I can manage to seduce her. Azkaban didn’t completely suppress my charms you know.” he smirked

“We shall see.”

“Just act normally around her. I still haven’t decided whether to keep her confined to that room or treat her as a honoured guest. Ah, what my ancestors would say, if they knew I had let a Mudblood enter these walls.”

“Probably that you listen to your body too much and don’t use your brain.”

“Oh Severus, why do you have to be so insulting?” he said pretending to be mortally offended “But I forgive you, would you care for a glass?”

“I wouldn’t mind” as a glass appeared in front of him, and Lucius poured a large amount in both glasses. They both sipped it lightly.

“Lucius?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you offer her to me? If you want to seduce her it was completely the wrong way to go about it”

“Ah, well you see I offered her to you because I was convinced that you wouldn’t touch her. And I appear to have guessed right”

“Indeed” he muttered quietly gulping down what remained in his glass.


At the Burrow, there was yet another argument in place.

“Is there really no way to find them, Arthur?”

“I told you ,Molly. They keep changing places so fast. Staying at B&Bs and not using magic in front of muggles makes it extremely hard to locate them. We will find them when they want to be found”

“Still on about that are you?” a young voice said as he entered the room with his twin brother. “Look, mum. If they want to go off by themselves, let them. They’re all of age anyway. The have to make their own decisions.”

“George! Have you seen what’s in the paper! This is the beginning! And we don’t even know where Harry is, and he will be one of the main targets!” his mother shrieked at him

“If Harry has decided to do it, it’s up to him. You wouldn’t want to keep him locked up hiding like Sirius would you?!”

“No Fred, but all the same. He can’t go around as if nothing’s wrong.”

“But that’s the point. If neither the Ministry nor the Order can find them that slims down the chances that the others will as well.”

“Charlie dear, You-Know-Who could find them in an instant.”

“Which is why it wouldn’t matter if they were here.” Ginny added

The room fell in a uncomfortable silence. Ginny was stroking Crookshanks, who had been left to her by Hermione. Fred and George had just sat down in the kitchen with Charlie who was fidgeting with a hole in his shirt. Molly Weasley was making some tea, while her husband was just staring at the grandfather clock where it showed that all of his family members were in mortal peril.

“Is anyone here?” a calm voice shouted from outside the door

“Remus! Tonks! What brings you here?” as a middle-aged man with greying hair came through the door, accompanied by a young witch.

“Just, wondering if you’d had any news.” Tonks asked, eyes darting at the sad faces around her.

“I’m afraid not” Arthur replied, whose eyes had not yet left the clock.

“Care for a cup of tea?”

“We can’t stay long-” Remus started

“That would be lovely” Tonks cut in “It won’t hurt to stay just a bit”

“Please take a seat”

“Molly!”

“What’s the matter, Arthur?”

“They’re here!” And with that he sprung of his chair opening the door to reveal two figures in the darkness. A small voice came out

“Dad”

With that there was pandemonium. Arthur Weasley scooped up his son in a strong embrace; Molly was crying nearby; the twins started setting of some fireworks; Tonks turned her hair pink to celebrate, Charlie and Remus just stared at them all; whilst Ginny bounded out to find another boy out there “Harry!” she said breathlessly.
“But where is Hermione?” Everyone seemed to have calmed down enough and were all staring at the two boys who looked around uncomfortably.

“Inside now!” Arthur whispered hoarsely

When they saw the two boys in the light, they noticed they were extremely pale, and their eyes looked blank.

“What has happened?” Molly asked

“She’s gone” was all Ron could reply.

“So let me get this straight” Remus said twenty minutes later, “You two left her and went down the stairs; after ten minutes she still hadn’t turned up. You went to her room and knocked but received no reply. You opened the door but no one was there. Her things were still there, and there were no signs of fighting. The window was closed and no one had come down the stairs.”

Harry nodded, Ron was staring at his feet.

“And where have you been till now?”

“We’ve been searching for her. We even went to look for her at her house. You know, it’s her birthday maybe she had wanted to see her parents. But she wasn’t there. We went looking everywhere we had been recently. And when we got back, her things had disappeared from her room. We asked the housekeeper but she said she hadn’t touched them and no one had come to collect them. It’s as if she’s never been there.”

Ginny started crying, Harry took her in his arms.

“So then we decided to come back here, in case you had heard from her.”

Everyone just stayed silent. What could they say? What could they do? If she had been abducted by anyone of the Others, she was as good as dead or worse. Or they had taken her for ransom, maybe to try and get at Harry or the others.

“B-but we will find her right?” Ron said breaking the silence, eyes looking at everyone, searching for some hope. “We must”

“I’m afraid, Ron, we can only wait. But I would try to prepare yourself for the chance that we will never see Hermione again” the hoarse voice of Arthur Weasley answered

Ginny let out a wail that sounded out into the night.


Author’s Note I’m sorry if I haven’t updated for ages. But I’ve been in bed with the floo since my last chapter. I swear that fighting germs kept me busy, so I apologize but take it out with them not me. This chapter doesn’t really convince me much, but I tried my hardest. I tried to do a psychology bio for every character studying the books. It’s really hard, but something I enjoyed as I’m not taking Psychology as a subject but am reading books on it. I have tried to keep the characters as close to what the marvellous J.K. Rowling prescribed, not adding to much of my own. Quite hard, and sorry if the way I’ve done it disappoints you. Lucius in particular was difficult as he doesn’t come up in many books (pity). I hope you enjoyed it anyway as it was extremely long (and boring in my opinion, I think I still have germs eating at my brain *sighs*), and please review me if you have any suggestions or anything. Thank you so much.