Filthy Little Mudblood

Several hours later, Lucius awoke suddenly to a very strange feeling. He was laying on his side, as was usual for him, but someone was with him. Some warm body was curled up right in front of him and he had his arm wrapped possessively around her. It took only a moment for him to realize he was not at home, for at home, he slept alone. His wife had always been a cold woman, but since the birth of their son, she’d become downright Artic. She slept in her own room, stating that she simply could not sleep with someone so close to her, and only came to him when he ordered. Only in public did she even acknowledge his presence and he found that he liked the relationship they had developed. In Draco, she had given him what was required of her from their marriage, and in return, he provided for her. It wasn’t until Hermione came into his life that he realized just how devoid of passion it had truly become.

Hermione. The thought of her sent his mind reeling with thoughts that he could no longer ignore, but that angered him for some reason beyond his comprehension. She had gotten to him on a level that no one else had even tried. Her beauty and intelligence were astounding, as was her ability to control him without even trying--an ability he had been denying for weeks now. As he looked down upon her sleeping form, he realized that only with her could he truly be himself. He brushed a strand of hair from her face and thought back on the night before when she had given herself so freely to him. In the beginning it was his plan to actually show her how superior purebloods were, to show her that she truly was beneath him. It took only hours, however, for him to realize that there was so much more to the filthy little mudblood than he had originally thought, something that should never be broken. That’s when he did what he would have never believed of himself, he had made a deal with her. He told her that he would take care of her if she obeyed him. What the hell was he thinking? He was Lucius fucking Malfoy, for Merlin’s sake, and he did not make deals. Yet, that’s exactly what he had done. When it looked as though she would refuse him, he began to show her exactly what would happen and, after a bit of a struggle, she shocked him to his very core by responding so wantonly to his touch.

Since that night, he had taken her in ways he could only fantasize about before with other women. She was open to any idea he had had and even contributed a few herself, one of which was the way the Dark Lord found them that night not long ago. Thoughts of the Dark Lord made him smile at her even more. It was very rare for him to actually desire someone else’s slave. If he had any desire for a woman at all, like Ginny Weasley for instance, he would simply take them for himself until they were of no use to him any longer. The fact that he wanted Lucius’ own slave sent a shiver of pride along the blond man’s naked body. He thought there was a chance that Hermione might want the Dark Lord as well, and that simply amazed him, even more than her possibly wanting Severus--although she didn’t willingly do anything with him, it was nice all the same to know that she might have. She was still his slave, after all, and the only way he’d be willing to share her was with someone of equal worth to himself…and they were the only two.

The young witch stirred beneath him and wiggled against his groin, making him groan as he felt the beginnings of an erection. Of course, that was his usual reaction to the woman he claimed as his own and he smiled slightly before lowering his head and kissing her bare shoulder.

Hermione woke with a start, feeling a strange warmth curled around her body and the most sensual mouth doing things to her neck and shoulder. She moaned loudly and leaned back into him, reveling in the feeling of being awakened in such a way.

“Mmm, Lucius,” she purred, pushing herself into his erection.

“Good Morning, love,” he murmured against her neck.

She smiled, knowing he had no idea what he kept calling her, and turned in his embrace as he propped himself up on one elbow and came over her. Raising her hand, she lovingly stroked his face, running her fingers over his jaw line and into his silky hair. She loved the fell of his hair gliding through her fingers and was amazed that this dark wizard actually let her do this. As her fingernails scraped his scalp once more, he lowered his head and captured her lips with his own. His strong hand roamed her body before cupping her breasts and gently squeezing, working her into a frenzy of lust and desire.

“Lucius,” she moaned, “want you so bad.”

His fingers caressed down her body and slipped quickly between her wet folds. “Mmm, yes you do, don’t you, Pet?” he asked silkily upon feeling her wetness.

Arching her body, she silently begged him for more as her hands came up to grip his arms tightly. He slid two fingers inside her quickly and began stroking her clit with his thumb. She bucked wildly against him, moisture dotting her brow as the tension inside of her rose. She mewled his name over and over as he continued to stroke her, lowering his head and taking a hardened nipple into his mouth.

Her hands moved to his head to hold him at her breast as her hips rose wildly into his hands. She felt her body tighten everywhere until she thought she’d surely explode from pleasure. Several times she felt herself so close to release, only to have him slow his ministrations and leave her begging for more. When she thought she could no longer bear the tension, he flicked his thumb over her clit once more as he whispered in her ear.

“Come for me, my Pet. Let me feel your body tremble from my touch. Show me what I do to you.”

She screamed his name as she clung tighter to him, her entire body shaking uncontrollably as he pushed her over the edge and held her there. Slowly, she came down from her high, her breath coming in rapid gasps as he softly chuckled above her.

“And what, Mr. Malfoy, do you find so amusing?” she huffed.

“Do you always do as you’re told? If I told you to come for me again, would you?” he asked huskily in her ear as he hand began caressing her over-heated body once more.

Her contented sighs quickly became moans and whimpers once more as he worked his magic on her body. Every touch, every feel of his breath against her skin made her hunger for more of his touch. Her body was covered slightly in a glimmering sheen and she noticed with satisfaction that his was as well. The control he forced upon himself for her pleasure was amazing, and left her feeling intoxicated. All train of thought was lost when he moved his body over hers and slid his hand down her long, shapely leg. Gently cupping the space behind her knee, he pulled her leg up to wrap around his waist. He rubbed his hand along her toned thigh and quickly slid his hard member inside of her waiting pussy.

“Always so wet for me,” he rasped. “So fucking wet and tight. Feels so good.”

His hand gripped her thigh harder and she dug her foot into his ass, bringing him against her even harder. “Lucius, please,” she begged, wanting more than what he was giving her.

Complying to her wishes, he thrust himself deeply inside her, before pulling out and slamming quickly back inside again. She arched her back and bucked her hips up into him, trying desperately to take even more than he was giving. Her breasts bounced as he thrust roughly inside her, until he moved closer to her body and pressed his chest into her, changing the angel of his thrusts and making her scream in delight.

“Fuck, Lucius! Gods, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” she begged unnecessarily.

“Bloody hell, witch! Feel so damn good!” he cried, thrusting into her once more and making her entire body shudder with release as she shouted his name over and over.

This was the sight that met the two intruders as the early morning rays streamed into the bedroom, casting a glow across the bed. They could see the muscled man, laying on top of the sexy goddess beneath him, how she responded to his every touch, his every word, and they could see the effects of her orgasm as her face flushed in ecstasy.

Lord Voldemort put out his hand and silently stopped his servant, waiting graciously until the two were finished and only moving into the room when the blonde groaned loudly and came inside of his shuddering witch.

Severus stopped short upon seeing what they had unknowingly interrupted, at least he assumed it was unknowingly done. “Fucking hell,” he cursed inwardly, but found himself unable to drag his eyes away from the bed. He was shocked when Hermione gave a startled squeal and looked to the door. Lucius, in his post-orgasmic haze, followed suit and grinned smugly at the two, before quickly bowing his head and making to stand.

Voldemort watched them both silently, ignoring the smug look that he wanted nothing more than to wipe off the aristocrat’s face. However, hexing him out of jealousy wasn’t an option at the moment. He knew that, even among his ranks, there were certain “rules” that must be followed. A leader could not simply take away something that was given as a reward, for this would lead to bitterness among his followers. Considering he felt he could only truly trust Severus and Lucius, and occasionally Bella, he knew that the gift of this slave was one he could not openly take back. This knowledge, however, did not stop him from admiring the naked woman on the bed.

Lucius unabashedly rose from the bed and bowed to his master, before slowing drawing a robe from a nearby chair and slipping it on. Hermione lowered her eyes and demurely pulled the sheet over her body, flushing with desire as she watched not only Severus, but Voldemort as well, gazing hungrily at her.

“Master, to what do we owe the pleasure?” he asked, offering both men to pull up a chair and be seated.

Severus noticed his friends slip easily, but couldn’t be certain whether the Dark Lord noticed it or not. The use of the word “we” would indicate Hermione as an equal, not as a slave, which made him wonder for several moments exactly how Lucius felt about the girl. The same girl he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since last night and the same girl that he was beginning to want beneath him the way he had just witnessed with man currently seated next to him. Shaking his head slightly and pulling his gaze from the sheet-clad witch, he turned his attention back to the rather important matters at hand. Even though he knew that when the Dark Lord visited your quarters, instead of calling you to him, things were far less formal, he also knew having his thoughts stray from where they should be was punishable just as easily.

“You must forgive the early morning intrusion, Lucius,” he hissed, “but when it was discovered you were not at home, I felt it easier to find you here myself. We have been discussing, Severus and I, stepping up our actions in this war and making the Order come out into the open, possibly with Potter in the lead.”

Hermione gasped quietly, again surprised that they would talk about such things in front of her, especially where Harry was concerned. Lucius had told her previously that the only time Voldemort discussed Harry was with him or Severus. Very rarely was he discussed in front of the Death Eaters, and then only if it were something relevant to the current mission. She closed her eyes, feigning sleep, and listened closely.

“And what have you concluded so far, My Lord?”

“There is only one thing that I need now and that is for Severus to rejoin the Order immediately,” he said forcefully, letting them know that his mind was made up and arguing would be futile.

“Master, you do realize that the Order would trust him even less than they would trust me. Do you have any plans set in motion to change their minds?”

Voldemort smiled a sickly sweet smile at Lucius and said, “that is where you two will show some of your intelligence. You have one week, and one week only, to find a way to get him back in. I trust with your brains you will be able to come up with…something.”

He stood quickly and strode to the door. “One week,” he reiterated before glancing at Hermione’s sleeping form and then walking out the door, closing it quickly behind.

“If it were anyone else, I think I might laugh at the absurdity of it all,” Lucius said, still slightly dazed at the enormousness of their new mission.

“Quite,” Severus agreed, his eyes flicking to Hermione’s now bare back on occasion.

“Like what you see, old friend?” Lucius smirked.

“What I would like, Lucius, is to find a way to do this without Potter and his ridiculous friends trying to curse me, again.”

“One week,” Lucius sighed, “he gives us one week to do the impossible.”

Severus snarked, “I suggest that you allow blood to flow to your brain for awhile so that you may be able to use it.”

“You didn’t seem to be complaining last night when it was your…”

“Granger!” Severus said loudly, “I’m well aware that you are not asleep. Get up and put your clothes on.”

Hermione grinned to herself, knowing that Severus was actually more affected by her than he was willing to let on, and it seemed to anger him as well. She rolled over slowly, allowing the sheet to cascade down her body as she stood up and moved across the room, completely naked.

“Bloody fucking hell,” he thought, trying unsuccessfully to lower his eyes from the witch before him.

“Indeed,” she responded, making him assume she was talking about her need for clothing.

She sat quietly in front of them, her robe opening slightly in the front and allowing them a glimpse of her breasts if they so chose. She knew Lucius would get wound so tightly that he’d throw her down anywhere and take her. She actually liked that about him, liked that she could make him lose control of his normally stoic self. Severus, on the other hand, was quickly, becoming a game to her, one she wanted to play to completion at this point. However, being unable to voice those opinions, she sat quietly and watched them.

“Tell me, Granger, do you have any ideas for this current situation?” he asked, and she noted that twice now he had referred to her as that, not ’Miss Granger’ or ’Hermione,’ but simply ‘Granger.’

“Right, like I would actually tell you if I did,” she replied heatedly, no longer feeling any fear towards her former professor.

“Hermione, watch your tone,” Lucius stated casually, causing her to raise an eyebrow at him, but offer no words of apology.

“I’m actually rather surprised that you would even talk about such things in front of me.”

“Well, it’s not exactly like you can run to your friends, now is it?” Severus shot back.

“No, it’s not,” she agreed. “But it’s not as though you actually trust me, or the reverse for that matter, so why ask my opinion?”

Severus took only seconds to laugh to himself at their current situation. He was sitting at a table with Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Granger, both wearing only robes. No one was discussing the position in which they had been found in earlier, or even what had occurred last night, but all were obviously thinking about it, which was rather absurd in the grand scheme of things. Surprised was the only word to describe how he felt at her complete lack of revulsion towards him, if anything, she seemed to be taunting him, which not only infuriated him, but turned him on even more.

“Because, Granger,” he replied, knowing exactly how to get her to help them, “if we fail, your owner will be not only tortured, but possibly killed, which will leave you completely alone and defenseless to any attacks.”

She pondered that for a moment before realizing that she could definitely take care of herself now. “I’m not convinced,” she said stubbornly. “I don’t think I should offer to help you return to the Order for two reasons. One, it’s nearly impossible, and although I do love a good challenge, I feel that this is even a far greater challenge than you two can handle. Two, if you attempt to go near Harry, he’ll kill you on site.”

Severus leaned across the table and snarled, “he could try, but I daresay he would fare much worse than I.”

“Well then, make that reason number three,“ she quipped, completely unfazed, and shocked that she was so, by his anger.

Without waiting for permission, she huffed out of the room and into the bathroom. When they heard water running in the shower, Severus turned to his friend and said, “you allow her to take entirely to many liberties, Lucius. If it were me, I’d sleep with her only if her hands were tied and her mouth silenced.”

“Come now, Severus,” he said smoothly, only a hint of amusement showing, “you’re only angry with her because she’s right, and because,” he paused leaning in closer to the dark haired man, “you want to fuck her and you hate yourself for it.”

Severus looked sharply at his friend, noting the corners of his mouth turning up slightly, but didn’t respond. They began throwing ideas around on how to infiltrate the Order, knowing that ‘one week’ actually meant ‘three days or you’re tortured for making me wait,’ they wanted to find a way as quickly as possible, and Severus was sure they‘d need Hermione‘s help. If they only knew what else was going on, their thoughts would have been on even more pressing matters than they currently were.