Met and Beset

A/N: Non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex ahead as well as some references to HBP.

Around noon found Severus and Hermione magically released from her suite, Lucius' ward dropping suddenly and the door opening.

Severus left Hermione to her bath and strode off to his own chambers for a wash and a more complete set of clothes. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to hex Lucius for his presumption or shake his hand for engineering the previous evening. Severus had had no idea that the young woman was even vaguely interested in him, had thought that their marriage would be one of convenience only to avoid going to Azkaban for breaking the law.

Though their "host" had provided breakfast ensuite, that was several hours ago and they were both ravenous again, from their activities in the early morning. Hermione met Severus in the hall after their ablutions and they followed the smell of food down to the small, informal dining room.

Lucius had a formal dining room, but it had a table long enough to easily seat 40, making the atmosphere rather uncomfortably icy. That certainly wasn't his intention today. He wanted a warmer, friendlier atmosphere when he told Hermione exactly how things stood.

The other two had seated themselves at table and spread their napkins in their laps in anticipation of the meal to come when Lucius strode in. He calmly seated himself at the head of the small table and rang a small bell. Magically, the meal appeared on the table.

"Please, help yourselves," he said. "As we are eating en famile, the elfs will not be serving us. Hermione, if you would begin?"

Hermione picked up the platter of cold cuts and speared some succulent-looking roast beef that had been cooked to a lovely medium with a bit of pink left in the center. She passed the platter to her left to Severus and picked up the bread-basket. Intent on making herself a roast beef sandwich, she didn't notice Lucius' lascivious gaze upon her. As she looked up from her sandwich, Lucius schooled his face to cordial attentiveness.

"So, Lord Malfoy. Are you still a loyal Death Eater?" Hermione asked with a smile on her face.

Severus choked back a half-gasp, half-laugh. She certainly knew how to cut to the chase of her concerns about this whole marriage law arrangement. Malfoy looked as if he had sucked on a lemon.

"I hope you don't mind my curiosity, being that I am apparently staying here with Severus for at least a few days," she stated cordially. "I really would rather not wake up one morning strung up in your dungeons much the same way Severus was in my rooms." With this last, she had lost her cordial smile and her eyes had narrowed to glaring slits, hurling down a metaphorical gauntlet.

Lucius admired her uncompromising mien, thinking she looked a bit like a Lioness protecting her cubs, or cub, Severus, as it were. He smiled broadly back at her, amused at the thought of Severus needing anyone to defend him.

"To sum up a long story very briefly, no, I am no longer a "loyal" Death Eater," he said to her, still smiling. "However, seeing your defense of Severus, I must clear up a misapprehension you seem to be suffering under, Miss Granger. Your fiancé, one Severus Snape, belongs to me."

"What?!?" she choked out past the anger that was knotting her throat. "How the hell..."

He gestured for her silence. "I saved his life. The night he was forced to kill the Headmaster... yes, Miss Granger, you were correct in your assumptions about that, he was forced to kill by both the vow he took to protect Draco as well as an earlier, much older vow that Albus, may he rot, called upon that fateful night."

Lucius paused to take a healthy bite out of his sandwich. After swallowing, he daintily wiped non-existent crumbs from his mouth. "I saved Severus. He is here as a guest in my home because I rescued him from both the Ministry's and Dark Lord's wrath. Your charming fiancé as you well know is quite the wanted man in the magical world. He owes me a life debt because of this."

He smiled sweetly at the astounded former Head Girl and continued, "Fortunately, for both of us, we have been friends and lovers for a long time. In fact, it was Severus who showed me the error of my ways regarding the Dark Lord. So, in a way, I do owe him as well, and indulge him in his darker desires. Thus, when you are married, you don't have to worry about the sado-masochist that Severus can be. I'll be there to keep him amused past what is traditionally permitted in the marriage bed."

Hermione's anger deepened at this casual assumption of their continued relationship as well as the subtle insult of her abilities in bed. "Like HELL," she gritted out, standing and throwing down her napkin. "Severus, I am leaving this madhouse and taking you with me. I don't care if you owe this bastard three life debts, he has no right to own you. I can hide you as well as he can, you do not have to stay HERE." The last word ending on a shriek, she whirled and stalked out of the dining room.

Snape, who had been watching the argument and holding his tongue, was stunned by this exit.

"Well, that went rather well, don't you think, old friend?" purred Lucius with a predatory look in his eye. "I think I'll go up and explain to the redoubtable Miss Granger exactly how things stand. What, Severus? You look like you want to say something?"

"Be gentle with her. You know she comes from a muggle society, whose mores are somewhat different from ours."

"Oh, Severus, I will be gentle with her. Don't you fret about that. I can see that you're half-way to being in love with her and I certainly wouldn't want to damage one of your toys." At this, Lucius smirked at the other man and swept out of the room, leaving the other man looking worriedly after him.

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Hermione was throwing her things furiously into her bags and suitcase, when the door to her suite opened violently, slamming against the wall.

Lucius swept in, fully lord of the manor. "Miss Granger. You left too precipitously. We hadn't finished our conversation."

"To hell with your conversation. I'm leaving," she snarled at the haughty, blond-haired man.

"My dear," he smiled gently at her, "you are laboring under a rather large misapprehension if you think you can just leave like that. Permit me to explain."

The witch mutely gestured to him to continue. However, she put her hand in her pocket, grasping her wand firmly and continued to glare at Malfoy.

"It's really very simple: You are betrothed to Severus, therefore, according to Wizarding Law you belong to him. And Severus, as well as anything he owns, now belongs to me. That means that you, belong not only to Severus, but to me as well."

The witch gasped, gaping at him. She whipped her wand out of her pocket and pointed. "Stupefy," she shouted.

Nothing happened. Lucius remained standing, smirking.

"What...?" Hermione stuttered and tried casting the spell again. Once again, nothing.

"Hmm, something else I need to tell you about, my very dear Miss Granger. Malfoy Manor is an old, old manse and its surrounding grounds. Generations of Malfoys have erected protective wards and geas to prevent any Malfoy from being harmed whilst on their hereditary turf, as it were. You cannot hex or otherwise hurt me in any way in my environs without my express permission. Even the Dark Lord would have a hard time putting a Crucio on me without my acceding to it."

"You mean you intentionally let that madman torture you," she whispered, appalled.

"Life during wartime, my dear. We all do what must be done and in order to remain an effective spy in Death Eater ranks, for the Order of the Phoenix, I must submit to that 'madman' as you call him. I feel you are much too kind to him applying that banal term to that despot. However we are not here to talk about him. I'm here to enlighten you regarding your status in my life."

The witch snarled at him. Dropping her wand, she lunged at Lucius, intent on causing him bodily harm without the use of magic.

Suddenly, Lucius' wand was in her face and she found herself frozen before him. The bastard had cast a Petrificus Totalus upon her without even speaking the spell. Stiff as a board, she started to teeter and fall to one side.

"Tut, tut. We can't have that," Lucius muttered as he broke her fall, catching her rigid body in his arms. Effortlessly, he picked her up and placed her on the bed on her back.

The witch, only able to move her eyes, glared at Lucius, her eyes reflecting her anger and now her fear at being so vulnerable to him.

"Since you are intent on fighting me, I need to give you a lesson in both belonging and how desirable that belonging can be." Flourishing his wand, he made dark red velvet ropes appear at all four posts of the bed.

Slowly walking around the captive witch, he lengthened each rope as necessary and attached it to her corresponding extremity. He checked each binding to ensure it was snug and inescapable, but not so tight as to be truly hurtful.

Extending his wand again, he muttered, "Finite incantatem," at which the furious Hermione tried to sit up. "Corto" he murmured with another gesture and the ropes shortened abruptly to stretch her spread-eagled upon the bed.

"Malfoy, you BASTARD! Let ME GO!" her voice rose to a roar.

"I don't think so, my dear. Not until I can explain my position fully to you. As I said before, you belong to Severus. Severus belongs to me. Therefore, it follows that you belong to me as well." He tapped his lip with the tip of his wand, "Hmmm, something is not quite right here. Divestio."

She found herself now not only tied to the bed, but tied to the bed, naked as the day she was born, being contemplated by someone she was starting to think was as mad as Voldemort. "Malfoy..." she growled threateningly, a furious blush rising in her face and spreading down her neck to her breasts.

"Oh, how lovely," Lucius sighed, admiring the blush. "You really are a lovely witch, Hermione. But this just isn't quite right." He fingered his wand pensively.

"You got that right, mister..." Granger growled out, fighting against her ropes.

Malfoy pursed his lips and waved his wand again, uttering "Vestis bustierum. Vestis crurium"

Hermione found herself abruptly clothed in a tight, dark brown velvet bustier, her breasts shoved up to display above the cups, which barely covered her nipples, the top edge of the areolae peeking out. She raised her head and saw that her legs were clothed in matching, translucent silk stockings held up by a lacy garter belt. She shivered in response to the textures of the fabrics now clothing her body. She wriggled a bit and felt silken knickers barely covering her feminity.

"Ah," sighed Lucius. "A lovely frame for a lovely picture." He ran his hand up and down one silk-covered leg, stroking the smooth material. "Severus should see you like this. No, better this first time between," he leaned in and breathed in her ear, "you and me." He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear.

Against her will and her best wishes, she felt her traitorous body respond to Lucius' warm breath and tongue. A jolt went straight to her groin as he suckled on her earlobe.

Looking down along her body, Lucius could see her nipples within the cups of the demi-bra cut top of the bustier. "Me thinks the lady doth protest to much," he murmured and stroked one pale, long-fingered hand down her throat, past her collar bone, down her chest finally stopping to toy gently with a nipple.

Hermione found herself writhing in response to the stimulus. She gasped when his hand lifted the full breast he had been teasing out of the cup of the bustier. She gasped even louder as Malfoy gently kneaded the flesh and attached his mouth to suckle her nipple.

"So responsive," he whispered. "Severus has such exquisite taste."

Hermione stiffened in response to this mention of Snape, suddenly recalled to the fact that she was not on this bed of her free will. She turned her head abruptly, to look away from what Lucius was doing to her breast. The decadent sensations continued, but she could be stronger than that, she had to be.

She felt the bed dip, and looked back to see Lucius stretching himself out next to her. He propped his head up on one arm and looked down on her. She found herself blushing again as he admired her bosom with one breast uncovered, the tip shining and crinkled from his ministrations, the other still chastely covered. She tried to wriggle away from him as far as possible.

His arm shot out and pulled her back to the center of the bed, moving so that he was lying with his body in contact with hers all along the side. He put his head on her outstretched upper arm.

"Don't fight me, my dear. For, as well as belonging to me, the reciprocal is also true. Severus belongs to you. I belong, whole-heartedly to him. You own me in a way that you don't even comprehend yet."

She glared, "Well, if I own you, then fucking UNTIE me!"

"No, no my dear. It's my turn to play. And for all your fighting against it, I think you are enjoying yourself, or you will be, before I am through with you."

"Never!" she ground out.

"Ah, my sweet, don't make promises you won't be able to keep. We are already inextricably intertwined by both the law and the war. Consider me your comrade in arms, if you please." He leaned in again and began to seductively kiss and mouth her neck.

Hermione felt her body begin to respond again and closed her eyes, humiliated and aroused as Lucius kissed his way along her delicate collarbone to the other side of her neck. Slowly, slowly he made his way down to the still covered breast and freed the full orb from its coverings, suckling the nipple.

She let out a sob as her body shuddered in a small pre-orgasm, moisture gushing out of her vagina, wetting the silk knickers covering it. She bit her lip in anger and desire as a tear rolled down her face. Damn the man!

Malfoy's firm hand slowly stroked down her side and slid into her crotch, fingering the dampened silk. "You DO like it," he purred, a triumphant smile stretching across his face.

Overwhelmed by anger, frustration, desire and a whole mess of other emotions, Hermione burst into tears in response. Horrified, she tried to stop crying, but found she could not. Malfoy looked up at her, a wicked leer now on his face as he bent over and gripped one of the ends of the bows tying the sides of her knickers in his teeth.

With lower lip trembling mutinously, she glared at him as he pulled the bow loose. His hand slid the top portion of knickers out of the way. She couldn't stop herself from blushing again, feeling even more embarrassed and ashamed as she now knew he could look at her and see her uncovered breasts and cunt.

Correctly reading the emotions traveling across her face, Lucius pressed a kiss on one quivering thigh, "Sweet girl, you don't need to be ashamed of anything around me. You're beautiful and if I could have the dressing of you, you wouldn't be dressed while you are around me."

She shuddered, starting to lose herself in sensation as Lucius ran his tongue along the crease where her leg met her crotch. He inhaled her scent, suddenly eager to taste her more deeply.

"You smell exquisitely feminine and I am going to drink up your first orgasm with me." He gently parted her labia with both hands and licked the exposed slit starting from her perineum all the way up to her clitoris. She shuddered and gasped as he buried his face in her cunt, alternating between worrying her clitoris with his tongue and the opening to her vagina with one long finger.

He kissed and nibbled her clitoris, sliding a long finger into her vagina as she arched up against his mouth. Using the hand that wasn't occupied, he pressed down on her abdomen, grounding her back on the bed. He slung his arm across her hips to prevent her from rising off the bed again. Nuzzling her clit with his nose, he stuck his tongue where his finger had been, inserting it in and out, mimicking intercourse.

Hermione thrashed in response. "Ahh," she gasped out as the sensations intensified.

Suddenly he propped himself up, pulling away from her, his lips and chin glistening with her juices. "Now, Miss Know-It-All, you can't tell me that you didn't enjoy that. The evidence of your enjoyment is all over my face. What would you like me to do now, hmmm?"

"Don't...stop," she gasped in response, still shaking with desire, now frustrated.

"That's more like it," Malfoy smirked and bent back to his task. He stimulated her whole cunt, even sneaking the tip of one pinky into the puckered hole further below.

Sensation spiraling upward as he resumed his task, she shrieked as she came, her hips thrusting hard against his restraining arm and face. Her juiced poured out and Lucius, fulfilling his promise, drank them all up, licking her until she came back down to earth from the pinnacle of pleasure.

He abruptly stood up and contemplated her quivering body, eyes resting on her tight-nippled breasts as the flesh vibrated in response to her panting gasps.

"Now Miss Granger. It's my turn."

She looked at him, dreading the amused, leering smirk that had appeared on his face. Her eyes flew to his hands as they began to undo the buttons of his trousers.

Reaching into his pants, Lucius freed his large penis. The tip was shiny with pre-cum. Hermione found herself dry-mouthed at the size of him. He wasn't as long as Severus, but rather wider and that had her worried.

Once again correctly interpreting her anxious look, Lucius smiled in pure enjoyment. "Don't worry, Hermione, it will be a little smug, but he'll fit inside you."

Without removing any clothes, he climbed back on the bed and lay down on top of her. His mouth assaulted hers as she felt his hard organ pressing against her inner thigh. "No..." she whispered in one last protest against what he was doing.

"Yes," he murmured in response, guiding his cock into her slit. She let out a pained gasp as he slammed it home.

Frightened again, she looked into his eyes and saw the dark, bottomless desire there. He wanted her and he was going to have her. She gasped again as he started to move.

"Relax, Hermione," he whispered. "This is going to happen whether or not you want it to, may as well enjoy."

She sobbed as he pistoned in and out. What had started out as a fierce ache was now turning into fierce pleasure as her vaginal walls grasped at his penis. She tipped her head back, her eyes closing as he began to move faster and faster.

His hand snuck down between their bodies and stimulated her clit and she keened, letting out an unearthly shriek as he brought her to orgasm. Not letting up on his punishing pace, he brought her to orgasm, over and over again, until she was beyond thought, a gasping, quivering mess.

With a final grunt, Lucius came hard, into her. Holding his weight off her with arms, he looked at her, satisfied in her reluctant responsiveness.

Suddenly horrified, she realized that neither she, nor Severus, nor even Lucius had cast any contraceptive spells. "Lu- Lucius!" she stuttered. "No protection?"

"No need. Courtesy of the Ministry of Magic and its Marriage law, you are already pregnant by Severus. Those petitions had some pretty strong fertility charms cast on them.

"But, but what if I had been with someone other than Severus?"

"The geas on the petitions would have kept you faithful to him until you became pregnant. While you are pregnant, you can do whatever or whomever you please. Congratulations, Mrs. Snape. We will speak further about your living arrangements, but for now, relax and savor your post-coital languor." Leaving her tied up, he drew a blanket over her body and left the room

Hermione looked at him, appalled. Pregnant!

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A/N2: Thank you to all who have read, as well as all who have reviewed. My thanks to you for keeping this plot rabbit alive.