Hidden Meanings

Disclaimer: Not mine, sorry!!! I don't get paid for writing this either, bummer...

Citten: It happened because I kept typing in Luscious instead of Lucius on certain forums, so now it's kinda stuck... glad you like the story.

angel: I love Dobby too, and I couldn't resist putting him back with Lucius.

mary: Oh then you are going to love this chapter.

pinkwands: Yep Dobby is sweet isn't he, and I think you'll find Hermione will spit more fire in this one... I was fed up of writing Hermione as someone who gave in easily... so this is Hermione with attitude.

Domine: I have someone in mind for Remus don't worry. And no, we can't kill of Luscious can we????

BuckyKattGirl: Oh yeah... more lemons soon, I promise...

Rose: Yes that is King Jareth from Labyrinth, that happens to be on my top five fave films.

Fire and Water

Dobby was allowed to give Hermione drinks throughout the day, but she was not allowed food. Lucius had asked for her wand so that she couldn’t conjure any food for herself. Severus watched this with a smirk plastered across his face. He knew Lucius was going about this the wrong way. He also knew from experience that you did NOT on no account whatsoever scorn a woman. He was still smarting from the time when he scorned Lily Evans. Severus felt the place where she sent a particularly evil stinging hex and it tingled at the memory. He winced. Lucius was in for a very rough time because of his selfish actions.

Severus so wanted to tell someone else about this, just to have someone to lay a bet with about who was going to break down and give in first. He was also sorely tempted to move in the Mansion and watch the show. He couldn’t help but be absolutely fascinated by the turn of events in his old friends life. He was not a man to choose sides, as was evidenced by his role as double spy. But in this case he did choose whom he wanted to win – and to his mild surprise he realised he actually wanted Hermione to win. It would actually serve Lucius right if she won.

He thought about the idea of moving in and the more he heard her shouts, and saw the cold proud smile on Lucius lips, the more it appealed. Besides, someone had to be peacemaker.

“I’m going to stay here if you don’t mind,” Severus said.

Lucius spat out his nightcap. “Bad form, Severus, inviting yourself.”

“I am practically a brother to you,” Severus replied. “I could keep watch over your back, to make sure she doesn’t sneak poison into your drink.”

“She wouldn’t dare… would she?” Lucius eyed the ceiling warily. Good, Severus thought, that got him worried.

“She brewed Polyjuice Potion in her second year, stealing from me, might I hasten to add. She also left a sleeping draught in cakes for Crabbe and Goyle Jr’s to gobble up. She’s not exactly an angel, Lucius. She has shown some VERY Slytherin like traits.”

“Then, er, be my guest,” Lucius gulped. He looked down into his drink suspiciously. He decided that as he hadn’t had any ill effects so far he could continue drinking it.

“Lovely, I’ll just go and get some things,” Severus said. He got up and walked over to the fireplace and popped back home. Lucius looked at the disappearing form of his friend, and then he looked up at the ceiling. Good, she had stopped thumping.

He swigged down the last of his drink and got up, he decided that it was safe to enter the bedroom, and at least tell her that they were to have a guest. He walked up the stairs to their bedroom, and he opened the door.

The sight that met his eyes was absolutely wonderful; he felt a twitch in his trousers just looking at her. Her hair had gone positively wild and her eyes looked like an animal that was trapped in a cage. She had a sneering growl on her beautiful lips and her blouse seemed to abandon the buttons somewhere in her fit. He smirked and leant against the doorframe.

“You didn’t seriously think that after last night I would let you sleep in another room, did you?” Lucius asked.

She lunged forward at him, her claws were out, and her hackles raised. He grabbed her wrists and flung her on the bed and lowered his body on top of hers, pinning her to the bed. She struggled, writhed, and twisted underneath him, wanting to kick him in his balls, but he had enclosed the space so close that she could not move her legs to do what she most wanted to do.

“Bastard!” she spat. Lucius just grinned down at her, and contemplated her breasts and sucked one. “Get off me right now, Malfoy, or I’ll – ouch!” he bit on her breast. She went to grab his hair and pull it hard. She once yanked a girl’s hair so tightly that the girl claimed she had a headache for days afterwards.

“Now, Hermione dearest, how am I supposed to worship you when you’re struggling?” He asked in a cool drawl that almost sent shivers down to her core.

“I don’t want to be bloody worshipped,” she said defiantly.

Lucius grinned, and the grin went right up into his eyes. She was so utterly beautiful, and so wild. Oh gods, he would never rue the day she came to free him. One hour of being Arthur Weasley had been well worth it for this woman.

“I thought any woman wanted to be worshipped by the man they love,” he whispered in her ear.

And that DID send shivers down to her core. She felt her legs trying to move underneath him. He nibbled the top of her earlobe and then he licked down the edge to nibble the bottom. She sighed and placed her hands on his firm, wonderful shoulder blades.

He felt her surrendering to him, and he grew confident, as he levered his body up, to allow her to move comfortably underneath him. Whilst he didn’t mind taking a woman that didn’t want to be taken in the past, he was supposed to be the new Lucius, and he wanted her to want it. If it came to rape, he’d just have to let her have her own way and sleep in a separate bedroom.

She realised she was free. She could move. All she had to do was push him onto his side and get up, pick up her clothes, and walk out of the room to the room opposite and let him follow her if he wanted it badly. As soon as she realised this, however, Lucius spread his warm hot hands on her exposed stomach. She hissed, and arched her hips up.

“I – want – to – be – worshipped,” she managed between some heavy panting, as Lucius roved his hands all over her body, practically sending her to another dimension of pleasure.

“I knew you would,” Lucius whispered before he licked her belly button. He circled the tip of his tongue into the crevice, making her legs shudder beneath him. “Did you like that dear?” he asked smoothly. Her answer to that was grabbing the back of his head and pushing it down there. He smirked against her heated flesh; he circled her name on her belly button. He was thankful that it was a long name.

He looked up to see her expression. Her eyes sparkled with joy at the man on top of her. She smiled serenely down at him and spread her legs. He smirked and then got up.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“We’re to expect a staying guest,” Lucius said. “It would be rude not to greet him when he arrives.”
“You can’t just leave me like this!” She exclaimed.

“Watch me,” he said. He walked up to the door, but turned and looked at her. “Oh, and you had better get yourself decent before he arrives.”

He walked out of the door. Hermione was left seething! How dared he? How dared he! He was so arrogant, and big headed, and – and – and that tongue in her belly button was delicious, she absent mindedly touched herself where she felt his hands had been, and shook her head… PRAT!

She got up off the bed and picked up her clothes, now the door was open she could walk out. She walked up to the door but as soon as her feet stepped a little over the line she fell back, and her nose throbbed.

“MALFOY!” She screeched. She got up and thought what would happen if she walked out, without the clothes. She dropped the clothes. She winced, as she stepped a few millimetres out of the door, but nothing happened. She breathed a huge sigh of relief, and stepped out of the door. He had not won though. She was particularly good at wandless magic, that’s how she survived for the first ten years of her life. She’d show him!

~*~*~

Lucius smirked as he heard her screech and tapped his foot merrily in the air, as he read his book of family history. He would have to scrub out Draco’s name from the book and all of his deeds, and misdeeds as well. He had to also tear away Narcissa from the book as well. He looked forward to adding in Hermione’s name, and their first child. Some part of him didn’t mind being a father, but the fact that some deep suspicion about Draco being his prevented him from being a good father.

Now that it was confirmed that Draco was Blacks bastard he would relish the blasting of their names off his family tree. He shuddered at the thought of ever enjoying sex with Narcissa now he knew that he knew Black had his paws on her. At least Black never had the chance to soil that creature upstairs. He tore the pages out of the Chronicles de Malfoy, and was about to burn them, but Severus had stepped out of the fireplace.

“What are you doing?” Severus asked, as he dragged a small holdall out of the fireplace, and then a chest. Lucius eyed the chest.

“I was going to purge Narcissa and Draco from the Chronicles de Malfoy, since neither were Malfoy’s they have no right to be in there.”

Severus smiled and stepped out of the way and let Lucius do what he had to do.

“It’s gotten quieter in here, have you managed to talk Hermione around?”

“I think so, I left her begging for more after some delicious foreplay.”

“Really,” Severus said, “delicious for whom?”

“For me, Severus, I am not going to give a damn for her pleasure until she grows up.”

Severus was almost on the point of laughing on the floor. He needed a holiday, and a holiday with entertainment given as free was the best. Lucius was about to tell him to stop looking so smug when the sound of the door creaked open, and a tentative Dobby walked in, eyeing the two men, he too looked as if he was about to laugh. Lucius kept it under control though with a malevolent glare. That soon sobered Dobby up. Severus looked at the house elf, and decided to bet with him.

“Mistress is here to greet the staying guest,” he said in a cautious tone.

“Oh wonderful,” Lucius said giving Severus a confident wink. This was going to be fun for him. Hermione walked in and Lucius eyes bulged out of their sockets. Severus, however, took the opportunity to eye the goddess before him. “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Lucius asked.

Hermione stood there and looked down at her body.

“Something wrong, Lucius?” she asked sweetly. “Did not my Lord say that if I were to sleep in a separate bedroom I was to wander around the Mansion naked?”

Lucius opened and shut his mouth almost continuously for a few minutes before shaking his head. He turned to look at Severus who seemed to enjoy this turn of events. Severus did indeed like what he was seeing. Lucius growled she had called his bluff, in the buff!

Lucius blushed, and he turned his back on her. Severus noticed the disconcerted look in his friend’s eyes.

“I didn’t mean it,” Lucius grumbled.

“Oh didn’t you?” Hermione said her tone still sweet, “oh well, it’s done now.”

Severus covered his smirk and he walked up to Hermione taking his cloak off. He then gently wrapped it around her and whispered in her ear.

“I think you’ve won, Hermione, well done. You know I’m beginning to think the hat put you in the wrong house, I am sure you could have been the exception.”

Hermione giggled. She stroked Severus cheek and blew on it.

“Did he honestly think that I would give in so easily?” she whispered back.

“He’s not used to it, lets put it like that, and Slytherin women tend to surrender more easily.”

“Will you two stop whispering!” Lucius snapped. He strode over to the two of them and pulled Hermione closer to him, giving Severus a predatory glare, that spoke volumes to the other man.

Dobby was watching this charade with a little amusement spreading in his eyes, he thought that coming back to Lucius was going to be the same as it was before, but not now. He took Severus bags, and Severus decided to follow the elf.

~*~*~

Dobby and Severus walked up the stairs saying nothing until Dobby showed Severus into a room he remembered the man using years ago.

“Dobby, I didn’t want to kill Dumbledore you know,” Severus said.

“Dobby already knew. Dobby heard conversation between Headmaster and you and you said that you didn’t want to do it.”

So that is why he is being serviceable to me, Severus thought.
“So,” Severus whistled. “What of those two down the stairs? What is your opinion?”

“I thinks that they both needs their heads knocked together!” Dobby exclaimed. “Although, I did rather likes the Mistress calling the Masters bluff.”

“So did I,” Severus said. “Want to bet on who will give in first?”

Dobby looked up at the dark man, and eyed him a bit warily.

“Harry Potter says you is not nice man,” Dobby said.

“No, I am not, but I do laugh, and I can have fun… so what do you want to bet?”

Dobby thought about it for a moment and then a small smile spread across his face.

“I bets a gold galleon that Master gives in to Mistress first,” Dobby said.

Damn, he was about to bet on Hermione as well.

“Done!” Severus exclaimed giving his hand to the elf, and he shook the hand of the elf. “Let the battle commence.”

Dobby had been in the service of Slytherins long enough to know how to act as one of them. And now he was a free house elf, he really wanted that galleon… he set to his private scheming to help Hermione win the bet. He unpacked Severus things, and then left the room, leaving Severus to muse over how he could make sure Lucius wins the bet for him.

~*~*~

Lucius looked at the woman sitting in front of him. He really did not mean for her to wander the Mansion naked, and the fact that she did so in front of Severus, whose interest in her was plainly written across his face made Lucius blood boil. It was bad enough that his first wife had a love affair with her own cousin, but that his second was almost encouraging the attentions of that – that unrefined son of a bitch was more than he could stand.

“Might I make a point perfectly clear,” Lucius said. “I demand absolute loyalty. And I mean ABSOLUTE loyalty. If I see you so much as sigh over a picture of another wizard then I will punish you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lucius?” Hermione said in that same sweet tone that was beginning to irk him.

“I saw the way Severus was looking at you, and I know Severus, he doesn’t just keep to looks you know, and he finds it difficult to keep his hands to himself.”

“Does he?” Hermione said, her eyes looked up at the ceiling, “h’mm, I wonder…”

“And you can stop that, too.”

“Again, Lucius, I fail to comprehend your meaning. But no matter, I am off to MY bed.”

“OUR bed, my little vixen,” Lucius growled.

Hermione just tipped her head to one side coquettishly and blew him a kiss. She swayed her hips as she walked to the door causing Lucius to look at her hungrily. She turned and caught his eyes that were full of lust for her. She opened the door and shut it quietly. He almost found himself following her but as he realised what he was doing he planted his feet firmly on the ground and sat back in the chair, and looked down at his trousers… BITCH!

~*~*~

Hermione walked to her own room and sat on her bed and laughed for the first time that day. She was winning… and she knew it. She knew she affected Lucius more than he cared to admit. Yet, until he touched her, she was relatively unaffected. Perhaps, she was better at hiding it than he was, but whatever the case she could hold out longer against him than he could against her.

She heard a knock on the door and Severus slipped in. She thought of what Lucius had said about Severus hands, and found herself looking at them. They were nice hands, lovely slender fingers; she noticed also that his fingernails were kept blunt to prevent potion ingredients from imbedding into the skin.

She found herself thinking of what exactly those fingers and hands could do to her. She had always admired Severus Snape from afar and since her fifth year had, had a crush on him. Besides, she thought naughtily, it would certainly drive Lucius wild with jealousy. It might actually make him come around to her thinking.

“Hello, sir,” she said toning her voice to sound husky and sexy.

“Don’t you dare young lady, you’re already playing with fire as it is.”

“Funny, I thought Water was Slytherins element, and Gryffindor’s element was fire.”

“That has nothing to do with it, Hermione, if Potter or Remus could see you now, or know what you’re up to, I am sure you would not look so smug.”

“Look, Harry has his agenda and I have mine, once Lucius starts giving me information then he can have my body.”

Severus sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down on her.

“And what do you propose to do with it in the meantime?” he purred silkily.

“I don’t know,” Hermione said. “What can one do with a body?”

Severus leant closer to her and drew the cloak aside. He looked at her glorious breasts again.

“I think that they are lonely, are they not?”

Hermione giggled. Flirting was actually quite fun, pity she didn’t do more of it with Ron.

“I think that they would like a sweet caress or two,” Hermione said. Severus was determined to win his side of the bet, besides he had a bit of a problem downstairs that only she could fix.

“H’mm,” Severus said, as he bent his head down to kiss her nipple. “Like that my dear?”

Hermione touched his face and looked into his eyes and sighed. She wondered if she should continue with this? Flirting was one thing but sex was something else. Oh what the hell! Hermione was fed up of being Goody-Goody. She had to show that she had a naughty side soon, or she’d die as an insufferable know-it-all. And she was beginning to grow proud of her sexuality. Walking into the library naked had actually given her some sort of self-confidence boost.

“Yes, sir, I did enjoy that. Now, please, attend to the other one.”

“With pleasure,” Severus grinned.

~*~*~

Lucius couldn’t fight it anymore. He put the book he was reading down, after making a mental note of where he was up to. He looked down at his trousers and knew the only solution was upstairs. He got out of his seat, and took the steps two at a time and walked to the door to the room that she had taken.

“I like it, there, sir, there!” he heard from his side of the door.

“There?” he heard Snape’s voice, and Lucius was shaking with absolute rage.

“Yes, there,” Hermione moaned. “Oh, Severus there! More!”

Lucius could not stomach anymore and he burst into the room to find Severus and Hermione in a very compromising position. Severus saw the look of fire in Lucius eyes and decided to slip off Hermione’s lovely body. Severus sat down in a chair.

“Severus,” Lucius snarled. “Your room is somewhere else in the Mansion is it not?”

“Yes, Lucius,” Severus replied. “But this room had her in here, and well, you expected me to stay there? Only dogs stay, Lucius.”

To Lucius surprise Hermione was not being bashful, or shy. She actually looked at Lucius directly in the eye challenging him.

“What did you think you were doing?” Lucius hissed at her.

“Having a bit of pre-Nuptial fun!” She exclaimed with bitter tones.

Lucius raised an eyebrow and he turned to Severus.

“Are you still here?” he asked pointedly. Making it clear with his tone of voice that he was most definitely not welcome.

Severus got up and walked up to Lucius.

“Told you so,” he whispered.

“What?” Lucius growled, looking at his friend distastefully.

“You love her,” he whispered. “That’s all it would take to tame her you know. Just admit your feelings for her and be done with it.”

Lucius stepped aside to let Severus out. Once Severus body was out of the door; Lucius slammed it shut. Severus walked off humming a tune, and then stopped as he realised just how Dumbledorian he was becoming.

He looked back at the door wistfully; perhaps he might find a time to finish what he started with her.

~*~*~

“What did I tell you about what I expected from you?” Lucius asked in a slow dangerous voice.

“We’re not married yet,” Hermione said.

“That problem will be remedied. I will marry you the day after tomorrow, so you had better think of ways to be a proper, docile housewife of a Malfoy.”

He looked at her body, already glowing with unfinished sex, oh gods, she was tempting, but he decided to resist temptation. She would be suffering to, as her body had not been fulfilled, and she had two extremely good sessions of foreplay. Oh yes, she’d suffer tonight all right.

“I’ll never be docile towards you,” she spat.

Lucius just smirked at her and tapped his cane on her stomach, and stroked it with his cane. She found herself purring at the cold touch of the silver topped cane.

“I think you will be,” he murmured before he walked out of her room.

A/N So who are you betting on???? I loved this writing this chapter more so than the last one...