Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 6 ~ Luscious Lucius

Ron stalked over to his seat next to Harry and sat down in a bad temper. Harry knew by the short time his friend spent in the bedroom, he hadn’t shagged Hermione, and was inwardly relieved. Ron had been eager, even though he made an attempt to hide it. Harry was glad he had been shot down. It was obvious the witch wasn’t so far gone that she would let Ron ruin his life.

Deep down, Ron was a good sort and the guilt would have eventually wore him down, even if he was under a wizarding oath. He might not have been able to tell Susan what he had done, but witches knew these kinds of things and their home life would most likely have turned into a shambles, particularly since Susan was pregnant with their first child.

Marcus was standing at the sandwich table, eating healthily and eyeing Severus, hoping that the dark wizard would ask him how his time went with Hermione, but the Potions Master didn’t. He could tell by the way the wizard strutted from the bedroom that he had performed well and knew it. Inside, Severus was seething, and hoped he would have another go at the witch. The first time he had basically just fucked her straightaway, without any position changes or showing her any of his other talents. True, he had been quite intense however, and the witch totally taken by him, but he doubted he had shown her the versitality Marcus had. Well, he would rectify that if the opportunity arose again.

Albus was noticably absent. He had left right after Filch. The old wizard followed him down to the main hall and stopped him before he departed for the grounds to check for students out after curfew. The squib had been muttering the entire time about Hermione’s rejection and swearing revenge. This would never do.


“Argus?” Albus said as the squib approached the main doors.

The caretaker turned, his face contorted with hatred. Albus was the last wizard he wanted to see.

“Yes, Headmaster,” he groused.

Albus sighed.

“Argus, you are bitter enough without Miss Granger’s rejection of you to top it off...so....obliviate!” the Headmaster said, making an intricate motion with one hand. Filch went stiff for a moment.

“Life will be modestly better without that baggage,” the Headmaster said, walking back to the main staircase, leaving the stunned squib standing by the door. After about three minutes, Filch began to move, rubbing his forehead.


“Now, what was I about to do?” he asked himself, staring at the double doors.

He shrugged and turned back toward his rooms, deciding to have himself a firewhiskey, then retire.

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Hermione looked up at Lucius as he slowly undressed, his gray eyes focused on her...a slight sneer on his face. Desire washed over the witch as she watched the dark wizard unbutton his robes deliberately, his eyes shifting to the indicator light which was glowing a steady bright blue. Apparently she found his undressing stimulating.

Lucius had been Hermione’s guilty little secret ever since she had attended a party at his home with the rest of the Hogwarts staff. It had been mandatory, celebrating his re-election to the Board of Governors that oversaw Hogwarts. His manor was opulent and Narcissa the perfect hostess. Draco was as snide as ever and she avoided him like the plague.

After an hour or two, Hermione went in search of the closest bathroom and couldn’t find one. She wandered the halls for a bit until she heard a noise. It sounded like a woman crying out. Curious, she followed the sound and stopped in front of a door that was slightly cracked. Yes, the cries were coming from that room. Quietly, she pushed the door open to see Lucius Malfoy standing behind a woman bent over a table in his study, his trousers down around his ankles. Her robes were hiked up and hands were bound behind her back with the wizard’s belt, and he was holding it as he fucked her hard from behind, using the loose end to strike the witch on her ass as he penetrated her deep and hard.

“So you’ve finally acquired what you’ve been begging for the past year, Miss Bartley. Do you like it?” Lucius asked the witch, slamming into her powerfully so she shrieked.

“Yes!” the witch cried. Tears were streaming down her face. Lucius struck her ass with the end of the belt and yanked on it before driving into the witch again.

“Yes, what?” he seethed.

“Yes, Lord Malfoy!” the woman cried out, and Lucius began to piston into her.

Hermione drew the door back closed, greatly aroused. When she finally found the bathroom she spent some extra time there masturbating to relieve the fire burning between her thighs. She was mortified at herself for finding what she witnessed arousing. Lucius had clearly been dominating the witch, even hurting her...and the Spells Mistress’ knickers were completely soaked watching him.


“What’s wrong with me?” Hermione asked herself as she washed her hands and gave herself a quick scourgify before returning to the party.

All that night she found herself gazing at Lucius as he played host, turning her eyes away whenever he looked in her direction. Lucius knew she was watching him, and also knew the signs. He had fucked enough randy little witches to know when he was being eyed. But he never acted on it. Why, he didn’t know.

Well that oversight was about to be rectified. As Hermione looked at the wizard, Lucius was in her mind, using legilimency and saw exactly what had happened to make him so desirable to her.

“Well, well. The witch is dark-natured and uninitiated. How fortuitous for me,” he thought, opening his robes and shrugging them off.

Beneath his robes, Lucius wore a white dress shirt, black trousers and a belt with a Slytherin buckle. The blue light flared when Hermione’s eyes fell on that belt.

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Severus saw the flare and looked thoughtful. He knew Lucius was into dominating witches from when they both served the Dark Lord.. So was he, but not to the extent Lucius went. The blonde wizard had a chambers in the bowels of his manor where he put his paramours through the paces, complete with whips, chains and manacles. Lucius could be a twisted bastard when he wanted. Severus just liked to fuck women into screaming, shuddering conniptions. He knew the pureblood wouldn’t harm Hermione here at the castle, but he would most likely act on his natural inclination and be as dominant as possible. The Potions Master was interested in knowing how the witch would react to his treatment.

If the light didn’t dim while Lucius was with the Spells Mistress, then that would be a good indication she had masochistic tendencies. Severus could deal with that, definitely. In order to be involved with him, she would have to have a dark sexual nature. The wizard sincerely hoped she did. There were quite a few delicious and rather dominating pretzels he could twist that delightful little body into. The Potions Master felt himself hardening and shifted his position so the tent wouldn’t show.

Albus entered the waiting room and looked at the bedroom door, the indicator light, then the wizards.

“Lucius is with her now?” he asked. All the wizards nodded.

The Headmaster’s eyes darkened a bit. He knew all about Lucius from when he was a student at Hogwarts. Even then his proclivity to dominate witches was apparent. He had been caught more than once with a tied up and gagged witch in his private room. Of course, his father kept him from being expelled for his “misconduct.” Albus looked at Harry.

“The moment that light goes dim, Harry, I want you in there,” he said to the young wizard.

“Yes sir,” Harry replied, his green eyes worried.

The Headmaster had said nothing about the other wizards, or even Filch, who had been the most disgusting and frightening member of their group. Harry hoped Lucius was not an animal. If he hurt Hermione in any way, he could count on a duel to the death.

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Lucius slowly pulled his belt out of his trousers and laid it on the bed...noticing Hermione shudder as he did so.

“I like my witches submissive and obedient,” he said to Hermione as he unfastened his shirt, revealing his pale muscular torso. “I realize I am here to stimulate you, witch, but I believe that you will be stimulated by catering to me. I can see it in your eyes. You will do what I tell you to do if you want me. Disobey and I will walk out of this room having never put my cock anywhere near you. Do you understand me?”

The blue light flared again as Hermione nodded mutely, her eyes on his trousers as he slid them down, revealing well developed thighs and Slytherin green silk boxers. He bent and removed his boots and socks. He placed the socks inside the boots and slid them aside, straightening. Now he stood in his open shirt and silk boxers, his long blonde hair cascading over his shoulders.

“You will address me as ‘my Lord’ or ‘Lord Malfoy’ whenever you speak to me,” Lucius said, staring down at the witch, “If you forget to do this, I will remind you in no uncertain terms.”

Hermione nodded, and Lucius scowled.

“I expect you to speak when I address you, witch,” he snarled at her, his eyes going hard.

“Yes, Lord Malfoy,” Hermione replied, starting to writhe in earnest now.

“You want me to fuck you right now, don’t you?” Lucius said with a slight smile.

“Yes, my Lord,” Hermione breathed, wanting to feel his hard body on top of hers, and all that lovely hair draped like a curtain of spun gold over her body.

“Well, you’re going to have to work for that,” he said, “Generally I give as good as I get. Get out of the bed...now.”

Hermione felt a gush of liquid pour out of her as she rolled to the edge of the bed, sat up then stood, Lucius’ eyes raking over her small, full form. He backed up a bit.

“Go to the center of the room,” he ordered, watching as the witch obeyed him.

He licked his lips as he watched her buttocks shift invitingly. Narcissa was lovely, but very slender and small-breasted. He enjoyed his wife immensely, but liked to have a witch now and then with stronger female attributes, and Hermione, although petite had ample breasts and ass for her size.

Lucius followed her, then slowly walked around her, his boxers tenting now as he appraised her attributes. He stopped in front of her and studied her mouth. She had small but full lips.

“Remove my shirt,” he ordered. Fairly trembling, Hermione walked behind the wizard and reached up, her hands sliding over his strong shoulders before gripping his shirt and sliding it down his arms.

The wizard’s back was badly scarred. He had undergone torture by the Dark Lord on numerous occasions before he and Severus finally overthrew him, tired of his despotic ways. The two wizards caused discord in the ranks, which wasn’t hard to do, being that Voldemort often killed loyal and relatively innocent deatheaters in fits of rage.

The tyrant’s mistake was ruling his followers through fear rather than kindness, and he met his downfall at the hands of his ranks, Harry Potter being summoned at the end and decapitating him with Godric Gryffindor’s sword. Before he died, Voldemort was beaten and tortured mercilessly, strung up in front of his own throne and whipped until the flesh hung in tattered strips from his body, his deatheaters taking turns with the scourges as Lucius and Severus looked on. They had overpowered him when he was about to take his treatment, killing Peter Pettigrew in the process. Then the deatheaters were summoned and the despot killed.

Hermione let out a little gasp at the sight of the scars.

“Service to the Dark Lord had its price,” Lucius said, turning to face the witch. “Now, go get a cushion and drop it on the floor in front of me.”

He watched as she did so, dropping the cushion and staring up at him, her eyes begging him to touch her. He ran his hand across her cheek.

“You are doing well. You may touch my hair,” the wizard said.

Hesitantly, Hermione reached up with both hands and lifted his blonde strands, running her fingers through them. They were so soft. She lifted her hands to his scalp and scratched it lightly before letting them trail through his locks again. The wizard let out a little purr, closing his eyes for a moment. Hermione repeated the act and Lucius rolled his head. Then his eyes snapped open.

“Enough,” he said gruffly, pushing her hands away. “On your knees witch. On the cushion.”

Lucius was being magnanimous allowing Hermione to rest her knees on something soft. That was not his normal method of operation. Discomfort was the norm, for the witch in most cases.

Hermione obediently dropped to her knees, face to face with his tented silk boxers. Another gush poured out of her and the indicator light flashed brightly.

“Ah, you like being on your knees for me,” Lucius said, caressing her hair lightly before gripping it tightly in his fist, making the witch cry out before he leaned her head back.

“Now, you are going to give me the best blow job you’ve ever given anyone,” he breathed at her, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his thick, pale tool. His cock had to be at least nine inches longl, his shaft surrounded by raised, pulsing veins and the head fluted and purple, leaking profusely.

“Damn, are all dark wizards hung like hippogriffs?” Hermione asked herself as she licked her lips. Severus and Marcus were also very well endowed. Maybe all the testosterone they generated made them act as wickedly as they did.

Lucius jerked her head back roughly.

“Say ah,” he breathed, pressing forward.

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A/N: Man, Lucius is so hot I just had to expand this scene. More to come. Please review.