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A Brief Respite
Disclaimer: These characters are all owned by the talented JKR. I’m just playing around with them for a while.
Chapter Six
A Brief Respite (Sort Of)
Hermione stood in the dungeon for a few moments, looking around. She was still wondering what had come over her. Finally, with a shudder, she turned to leave and head back to her room. She walked dazedly, still trying to wrap her mind around her current dilemma. How could her body have enjoyed being taken like that, when her mind was revolted by it?
She looked up just as she approached her door. Turning the knob, she let herself into her room, the drab setting not helping her thoughts any. Her uniform was rumpled and she looked like she had been thoroughly shagged, which of course, she had been.
It was time for a shower again and a change of clothes before her evening ‘orders’ from Draco came. Hermione went into the loo and got into the shower, scrubbing herself free of the recent events of the basement. After she felt sufficiently clean, she stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off with.
Hmm, that’s interesting. This towel isn’t nearly as rough as the towel she had used earlier. Maybe the house elves felt sorry for her and gave her softer towels? She would ask Harkey next time she saw him.
Still wrapped in her nice soft towel, Hermione laid down on the bed to think. It didn’t seem like thinking was what she would be doing though. She fell asleep within minutes, feeling utterly exhausted.
As she slept she dreamt of long, graceful fingers, stroking her body gently. She began to get very wet as the effects of her dream took over. The fingers slowly circling her nipples, trailing down her stomach towards her apex. She could almost feel them as they entered her wetness. She let out a moan in her sleep. The thumb gently caressing her clit as the two long fingers thrust into her. In her sleep, her hands moved down to mimic the actions of her dream. As she brought herself to climax, she hissed out one word.
“Lucius!”
* * *
When Lucius left Miss Granger in the dungeons, he returned to his private study. He tapped the wall above his fireplace, saying “Reveal”. The wall turned into a view of Hermione standing in the dungeons with a perplexed look on her face. He continued watching as she returned to her rooms and showered. He saw the surprise on her face as she felt the towel between her fingers. It was a good thing he did to soften them for her. He didn’t often do good things for others.
Lucius was glad that Miss Granger liked the ‘gift’ he had given her. She would undoubtedly think it had been a mistake, but he didn’t think she’d complain. He decided that, since she had been so compliant and almost willing in the dungeons, she deserved a little reward. Maybe if she kept up her duties well, she would find herself with more rewards.
He continued to watch her as she fell asleep. He got a smirk on his face when he saw that he could still wear a woman out so much. He was especially glad that he could hear everything through the ‘Reveal’ connection. He first saw her start to writhe around a bit on the bed. Thinking she was having a nightmare, he began to listen harder. She was indeed moaning, but after a moment Lucius realized that she wasn’t moaning in fear, but in passion.
He watched as the young witch began to move her hands down her stomach to touch herself intimately. His pants were beginning to get tighter as he continued to watch her. As Hermione began stroking herself to climax, Lucius began stroking himself in rhythm. As she hissed out his name, his grip tightened and his eyes widened as he felt himself release for the third time today.
So the witch was dreaming about him. This was an interesting turn of events. One which he would use to his advantage.
* * *
Hermione awoke with a start immediately after her climax. What was the word she had cried out in passion? She couldn’t have possibly said what was on her mind, could she? Had she truly proclaimed Lucius’ name? What in Merlin was happening to her?
She got out of bed, troubled, and went to go clean herself off from her dreaming emissions. This would be so much easier if she could just scourgify. She felt so out of sorts without being able to do magic.
When she had gotten out bed, she had instinctively wrapped the towel she had fallen asleep in around her. It was time to get dressed. She was definitely no longer tired. She reached the wardrobe and pulled out yet another uniform, this one the same as the last but crisply pressed. She was doing up the serpent-shaped buttons when the mirror Lucius had given her spoke from the bedside table.
It was Draco’s voice that she heard emitting from the mirror.
“Granger, your dinner will be served to you in your room this evening by the house elves. I expect you to come to the foyer at promptly 9pm this evening to discuss some chores I have for you to do. Understand?”
She crossed the room and picked up the mirror, replying with a slight edge to her voice “Yes Mister Malfoy.”
The mirror connection was closed and she sat on the edge of her bed, still pondering her dream of Lucius Malfoy. Maybe she could ask them for a chair in the room at least? That couldn’t be too much to ask.
* * *
Harkey arrived with her dinner at 6:30. He popped to just outside her door and knocked tentatively.
“Come in” Hermione said.
“Good evening Miss. Harkey has come to bring the Miss dinner. Harkey hopes it is to Miss’ liking.”
Hermione looked down at the tray laden with some delicious looking food. There was chicken cordon bleu, fresh steamed vegetables and potatoes. There was also a small plate of buttered rolls and a pitcher of pumpkin juice. She didn’t realize how hungry she was until she saw all that food. She thanked the elf as he put the tray on the bed. As Harkey was getting ready to leave the room, Hermione remembered about the towels.
“Harkey, did you replace my old scratchy towels with soft ones this afternoon?”
“No Miss, that was not Harkey.”
“Did one of the other house elves do it then, because I know when I showered earlier they were very uncomfortable but now they are fluffy as can be?”
“No Miss, none of the elves did that for you. We is not allowed to give the Miss special favors. The Masters has ordered it.”
“Well, they didn’t just fluff up on their own. But thank you Harkey. I’ll find out what happened.”
“No need to thanks Harkey Miss. I is going so Miss can eat.”
With that, the house elf popped out of the room. Hermione tucked in to eat. She realized that the last thing she had eaten was toast and not much of it either. The dinner was excellent and she finished nearly all of it she was so famished.
She laid the tray beside the door neatly and waited anxiously for the time to meet Draco and hear his chore list.
TBC
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A/N: Thanks for the good reviews. I love getting them. Hmm, wonder what Draco has in mind for our Hermione? Guess we’ll find out next chapter. Keep R & R please. It really does help keep me going.
Chapter Six
A Brief Respite (Sort Of)
Hermione stood in the dungeon for a few moments, looking around. She was still wondering what had come over her. Finally, with a shudder, she turned to leave and head back to her room. She walked dazedly, still trying to wrap her mind around her current dilemma. How could her body have enjoyed being taken like that, when her mind was revolted by it?
She looked up just as she approached her door. Turning the knob, she let herself into her room, the drab setting not helping her thoughts any. Her uniform was rumpled and she looked like she had been thoroughly shagged, which of course, she had been.
It was time for a shower again and a change of clothes before her evening ‘orders’ from Draco came. Hermione went into the loo and got into the shower, scrubbing herself free of the recent events of the basement. After she felt sufficiently clean, she stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry off with.
Hmm, that’s interesting. This towel isn’t nearly as rough as the towel she had used earlier. Maybe the house elves felt sorry for her and gave her softer towels? She would ask Harkey next time she saw him.
Still wrapped in her nice soft towel, Hermione laid down on the bed to think. It didn’t seem like thinking was what she would be doing though. She fell asleep within minutes, feeling utterly exhausted.
As she slept she dreamt of long, graceful fingers, stroking her body gently. She began to get very wet as the effects of her dream took over. The fingers slowly circling her nipples, trailing down her stomach towards her apex. She could almost feel them as they entered her wetness. She let out a moan in her sleep. The thumb gently caressing her clit as the two long fingers thrust into her. In her sleep, her hands moved down to mimic the actions of her dream. As she brought herself to climax, she hissed out one word.
“Lucius!”
* * *
When Lucius left Miss Granger in the dungeons, he returned to his private study. He tapped the wall above his fireplace, saying “Reveal”. The wall turned into a view of Hermione standing in the dungeons with a perplexed look on her face. He continued watching as she returned to her rooms and showered. He saw the surprise on her face as she felt the towel between her fingers. It was a good thing he did to soften them for her. He didn’t often do good things for others.
Lucius was glad that Miss Granger liked the ‘gift’ he had given her. She would undoubtedly think it had been a mistake, but he didn’t think she’d complain. He decided that, since she had been so compliant and almost willing in the dungeons, she deserved a little reward. Maybe if she kept up her duties well, she would find herself with more rewards.
He continued to watch her as she fell asleep. He got a smirk on his face when he saw that he could still wear a woman out so much. He was especially glad that he could hear everything through the ‘Reveal’ connection. He first saw her start to writhe around a bit on the bed. Thinking she was having a nightmare, he began to listen harder. She was indeed moaning, but after a moment Lucius realized that she wasn’t moaning in fear, but in passion.
He watched as the young witch began to move her hands down her stomach to touch herself intimately. His pants were beginning to get tighter as he continued to watch her. As Hermione began stroking herself to climax, Lucius began stroking himself in rhythm. As she hissed out his name, his grip tightened and his eyes widened as he felt himself release for the third time today.
So the witch was dreaming about him. This was an interesting turn of events. One which he would use to his advantage.
* * *
Hermione awoke with a start immediately after her climax. What was the word she had cried out in passion? She couldn’t have possibly said what was on her mind, could she? Had she truly proclaimed Lucius’ name? What in Merlin was happening to her?
She got out of bed, troubled, and went to go clean herself off from her dreaming emissions. This would be so much easier if she could just scourgify. She felt so out of sorts without being able to do magic.
When she had gotten out bed, she had instinctively wrapped the towel she had fallen asleep in around her. It was time to get dressed. She was definitely no longer tired. She reached the wardrobe and pulled out yet another uniform, this one the same as the last but crisply pressed. She was doing up the serpent-shaped buttons when the mirror Lucius had given her spoke from the bedside table.
It was Draco’s voice that she heard emitting from the mirror.
“Granger, your dinner will be served to you in your room this evening by the house elves. I expect you to come to the foyer at promptly 9pm this evening to discuss some chores I have for you to do. Understand?”
She crossed the room and picked up the mirror, replying with a slight edge to her voice “Yes Mister Malfoy.”
The mirror connection was closed and she sat on the edge of her bed, still pondering her dream of Lucius Malfoy. Maybe she could ask them for a chair in the room at least? That couldn’t be too much to ask.
* * *
Harkey arrived with her dinner at 6:30. He popped to just outside her door and knocked tentatively.
“Come in” Hermione said.
“Good evening Miss. Harkey has come to bring the Miss dinner. Harkey hopes it is to Miss’ liking.”
Hermione looked down at the tray laden with some delicious looking food. There was chicken cordon bleu, fresh steamed vegetables and potatoes. There was also a small plate of buttered rolls and a pitcher of pumpkin juice. She didn’t realize how hungry she was until she saw all that food. She thanked the elf as he put the tray on the bed. As Harkey was getting ready to leave the room, Hermione remembered about the towels.
“Harkey, did you replace my old scratchy towels with soft ones this afternoon?”
“No Miss, that was not Harkey.”
“Did one of the other house elves do it then, because I know when I showered earlier they were very uncomfortable but now they are fluffy as can be?”
“No Miss, none of the elves did that for you. We is not allowed to give the Miss special favors. The Masters has ordered it.”
“Well, they didn’t just fluff up on their own. But thank you Harkey. I’ll find out what happened.”
“No need to thanks Harkey Miss. I is going so Miss can eat.”
With that, the house elf popped out of the room. Hermione tucked in to eat. She realized that the last thing she had eaten was toast and not much of it either. The dinner was excellent and she finished nearly all of it she was so famished.
She laid the tray beside the door neatly and waited anxiously for the time to meet Draco and hear his chore list.
TBC
* * * *
A/N: Thanks for the good reviews. I love getting them. Hmm, wonder what Draco has in mind for our Hermione? Guess we’ll find out next chapter. Keep R & R please. It really does help keep me going.