The Death Eater's Valentine

CHAPTER SIX: Arrangements





“Why are you here so early and why do you look like you’ve just spent the night torturing muggles?” Severus grouched as he stared at Lucius over a steaming cup of black coffee.







“Do I need a reason to visit my dearest friend?” He asked. “And I did sort of spend the night torturing a muggle.” He smiled wickedly.







“You rarely visit me here at Spinner’s End, Lucius. It offends your delicate sensibilities to be subjected to anything less than the finest if I recall. And please don’t tell me you are hiding from the ministry.” Severus said, reaching for one of the danishes that Lucius had brought from his kitchens at the manor.







“No, I was torturing her in a pleasant way.” He laughed.







“Did you come to gloat?” Severus asked. “I’ve seen you in action, Lucius; I know you can please a witch. If that is why you came I will just go back to bed.”







“It was a very special witch…Ms. Granger.” Lucius smirked when Severus began to choke on his breakfast.







“You are jesting, surely you did not…” Severus had an appalled look on his face as he stared at Lucius.







“You should know me better than that, Severus, it was consensual.” Lucius said, hurt somewhat that Severus would believe him capable of taking a woman against her will.







“So you finally got your revenge, at her expense.” Severus said softly.







“Why does everyone automatically assume the worst of me?” Lucius rolled his eyes when Severus gave him that Why do you think? look. “It had nothing to do with revenge; I have had an interest in the witch ever since I was asked to consult with her on that blasted project. It must be nice not to be considered a deatheater by the ministry, by the way.”







“It really doesn’t matter one way or the other, I am what I am.” Severus muttered. “Aren’t you a bit old to be playing with such young witches?”







Lucius frowned at Severus over his cup before setting it down hard on the scratched and dented surface of Severus’s kitchen table.







“You might be shocked to learn that young Ms. Granger had a thing for you in her school days.” Lucius said.







“Hardly, the little chit broadcasted her disgustingly sweet fantasies like a muggle radio station.” Severus scoffed. “Most young girls form attachments to a male teacher at one point or another. Though I will admit it was quite flattering as Ms. Granger was not prone to silly crushes or flights of fancy. It was the male’s fantasies that made me cringe.” Severus shivered slightly and frowned. “What do the fantasies of a teenage witch have to do with me?”







“Care to join us for dinner tonight?” Lucius asked.









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Rubies are red,

Sapphires are blue,

And this Death Eater has never tasted anything,

Quite as sweet as you.





Happy Belated Valentine’s Day, little one. Join me for dinner this evening at my home. Seven O’clock, a special guest will be joining us.





LM









Hermione looked at the rather odd card one more time. A red, metallic card stock in the shape of a heart, the dark mark embossed on the front, his idea of a joke no doubt. Inside, scrawled in his elegant hand, the invitation for dinner. She set the card back onto her kitchen table and stared at the large, black box with a red ribbon. She had awakened to find the gift sitting on her table, along with a large vase filled with three dozen blood red roses and a box of the finest chocolates.







She pulled the satin ribbon free and lifted the lid on the box. She shoved the tissue paper aside and her eyes widened.





“Oh my goodness.” She gasped. She reached inside and lifted the silver, satin sheath of a dress. It hung from her fingertips by the thin spaghetti straps. The dress was long, the back dipping low, with a side split that would end at mid-thigh. She could see that the tag read Malkin Originals, it was a one of a kind designer gown that no doubt cost him a small fortune. She draped it over the back of a chair and peered into the box once more. She found a pair of strappy, silver sandals in a black velvet drawstring bag, the heels looked deadly. And in the bottom of the box was a layer of fine French knickers with matching bras with a small note card that read Feel like the goddess that you are .







Hermione shook her head and flopped down onto the chair with a thud. Why such generosity? Why the compliments and the wooing for a one night stand? It was a one night stand…wasn’t it?









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Short chappy….I know, just a prelude though….to lead you into the second half of this smut fic LOL……..I have nothing to do all day but write…….. : )





… - The story will go where it will……but I hope you continue reading….I think you may find it interesting to see just where it ends up….lol







Lady V – glad ya like it!







Heidi – Lucius is both generous…..and selfish……you will see both demonstrated in the coming chapters LOL