Adventurous Hearts: The Temple

CHAPTER 6: The Fight









“What do you mean what I got us in to?” She asked as she scrambled to her feet. She was dusting off her backside as he stood also and glowered at her.









“I told you not to touch anything; did you think I said it just to hear myself speak?” He snapped.









“It wouldn’t surprise me you arrogant prat!” She said. “I’m an archaeologist, Lucius, exploration is what I do. I am drawn to artifacts instinctively, how was I to know the etchings would be charmed!”









“Because I told you not to touch anything!” He said. “Do you have no self control whatsoever?”









“Do not yell at me, Lucius!” Hermione was angry that she was being blamed for their situation and though it was childish and she knew it, she pulled her foot back and struck him in the shin with the toe of her boot.









“OUCH! Damn you little mudblood!” He growled, reaching for her braid and yanking her head back. “Do not strike me unless you wish to be struck back!” It was an empty threat, he would never hit her, but she didn’t know that.







“Let. Me. Go!” She slammed her foot down on top of his, hard, and he released her hair. She took that opportunity to hook her legs around his and kick the back of his knees, sending him to the floor once again.







“Gods you are a little bitch!” He said, grabbing her around her thighs and tackling her to the floor, coming over top of her to pin her down. She reached up and pulled his hair and he shouted in pain.







He wrapped his hands around her wrists to keep her hands from causing more harm. Hermione wrapped her legs around his thighs and lurched, using her entire body weight to roll him over onto his back. She shifted so that she was kneeling between his thighs, her nails biting into the tight planes of his abdomen. She thought to knee him in the groin but he shifted just in time and her knee came into contact with his inner thigh instead.









She crawled over him, making sure that her knees bit into his stomach and chest as she went, and was almost away when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her flat to the stones, scrambling over her kicking feet as she tried to crawl away. Unable to reach anything else, he sunk his teeth into the plump, round cheek of her backside and relished the sound of her horrified shout.

She flipped over and stared at him in shock.







“Did you just bite my arse?” She asked.









“You presented it so nicely…you are damned lucky I didn’t pull down your trousers and spank you like the little brat you are!” He said, getting to his feet and staring down at her. “You have a wicked little temper on you, young lady, I suggest you learn to check it.”







“Oooo….you really are a bastard.” She knew her anger was unreasonable, she had heard him tell her not to touch and she knew better than to touch without checking the object first, but she would NEVER admit that he was right.







“If you are finished with your little tantrum there is a room just ahead, these corridors are not a safe place to linger as you have already witnessed.” He shouldered by her and headed down the passageway, turning right. She grew nervous when he was out of sight and hurried after him, running straight into the back of him when she rounded the corner. “Good gods woman can’t you control yourself?” He spat over his shoulder. He withdrew his wand and began to unweave the intricate pattern of the ward over the doorway, smiling when it slid open.







“Is this the chamber the death eaters used?” She asked as she followed him inside. Lucius looked incredulously over his shoulder at the witch. She had just attacked him physically, engaging him in a scuffle in a dusty hallway and now she wanted to chat like they were best friends. It seemed that while many things about life had changed while he was in prison the ever altering moods of women had remained the same.









“Yes. This room is similar to a room of requirement in that it provides you with what you need. This temple sees to every aspect of its occupants care.” Lucius said. “Though for the life of me I can not figure out why it manifested a room like this.” He looked around the room and exhaled slowly.









The room looked like something out of a bordello. Red velvet draped the walls and the floor was covered with a red shag carpet. A large, wrought iron canopy bed, draped in red velvet sat against one wall and a red velvet chaise against another. A large, sunken tub sat out in the open, steamy, scented water bubbling inside it. A low table surrounded by pillows was laden with wine, cheese, oysters and various foods touted to have aphrodisiacal properties.









“Well….it looks rather like a shag pad.” Hermione said walking over to the bed and picking up the black silk negligee draped over the end. It was just her size.









“Morgana.” Lucius growled. “Already she plays her games.”







“You know, you keep talking about her as though she is still alive.” Hermione said, walking over to the table to examine the fare.







“Her spirit dwells within this temple and manipulates the magic she embedded into these walls. Believe me, she is watching and she is enjoying every minute of our discomfort.” He said.









“It doesn’t seem as though she wants us to be uncomfortable. Seems she provided for our comfort just fine. Look, she even provided a chaise for you to sleep on.” Hermione said smiling. No sooner had she made the jest than the chaise vanished from sight. “Well what…why would she do that?”









“Are you dimwitted? Look around you, Hermione…she set the scene for sex.” Lucius lowered himself to one of the pillows situated beside the table and poured himself a glass of wine.









“You think she wants US to have sex?” Hermione asked, one brow arched high and a smirk lifting the corner of her lips.









“Isn’t it obvious?” He asked, sipping the sweet wine and praying it did not contain a lust potion. “It is a shame the bed is so small…I’m a large man and I need a lot of room.” He said. Sure enough, as he expected, the bed suddenly doubled in size.









“Now why would you need that much room?” She asked, staring at the outrageously large bed. “Seems that given the logistics necessary for the act itself, you actually need less room…a smaller bed encourages close contact.” The bed shrunk to the size of a single.







“But it limits you to only one position, the more space you have the more options for variation.” He drawled. The bed was immediately restored to its mammoth size.









“And you enjoy variation I take it?” Hermione asked, looking back over her shoulder as she walked to a bookcase and perused the texts. There were at least a hundred texts, all of them relating to sex. She withdrew a large, leather bound book and opened it up. Moans and grunts began to sound from within the pages as the illustrations inside animated.









“It has been awhile.” He said, refilling his goblet while watching her flip through the book of erotica.









“I’d imagine after being celibate for ten years you are anxious for a little female companionship.” She said, putting the book back onto the shelf and withdrawing another that contained photographs instead of drawings.









“Do you always engage in such…personal…conversation? It is considered unladylike to ask a person about their intimate activities.” Lucius said, scowling when she bent over to remove another text.







“I never claimed to be a lady.” She said with a chuckle.











“Well, I have met few of your birth who could make such claims.” He said. “None the less, it does not excuse you from proper behavior.”









“Lucius, we just had a physical altercation in a corridor and you want to discuss propriety?” She asked flipping through the book.









“Well, that too was your fault.” He said. She frowned and looked up at him.









“Is everything my fault?” She asked.









“In regards to our current predicament, yes.” He said simply.









“Alright, Mr. Know-it-all, do you have any ideas how to get us out of here?” She asked, slamming the book closed and shoving it back onto the shelf before joining him at the table.







“Unfortunately there is no way out of here until she chooses to let us leave. And you can bet that she will expect something from us in return.” He said, gesturing towards the bed.









“You think she will force us to shag in order to get released?” Hermione asked, picking the grapes from a bowl of fruit. “That poses a bit of problem now doesn’t it?”









“Afraid Severus won’t approve?” Lucius asked, silver brows arched as he peered at her over the rim of his goblet.







“Severus and I have no commitment, we are not exclusive. In fact I haven’t seen him in over six months.” She said. “He’s a bit miffed at me right now.”







“Oh?” Lucius reached for the plate of oysters. Dealing with Hermione’s annoying little assistant had prevented him from having breakfast and he was starved.











“I sort of stood him up…well not really, I showed up and we…well we had already started our…date, when I got an owl from the ministry saying they had actually discovered one of Circe’s palaces. I kind of left him hanging….literally.” She said recalling the look of incredulity on Severus’s face when she dressed hurriedly and fled his bedchamber.









“I don’t imagine any man would be appreciative of his partner running out on him that way.” Lucius chuckled as he imagined Severus’s scowling face when the witch left him high and hard.









“I feel bad about it.” She grumbled. “My job is my life, I can’t resist the excitement of finding something new, studying it and holding a piece of history, of legend in my hands.”









“Yes, well, you have demonstrated that quite effectively.” He said, swallowing back several oysters one after another.









“So, since shagging is out of the question, what do we do?” She jumped up when he began choking on an oyster and slapped him on the back. “Are you alright?” She asked when he finally regained his composure.









“Could you at least wait until I have finished eating before you cast out your….vulgar…little comments?” He grouched.









“How was I to know you couldn’t listen and eat at the same time!” She said. “I’m just trying to figure out how to get us out of here! Regardless of how long you have been without a woman I know you don’t want to sleep with a mudblood, so we have to figure out an alternative.”









“What’s the matter, Hermione, my hair not greasy enough for you?” He asked tauntingly.







“Don’t be a git…his hair isn’t greasy at all actually, just baby fine and silky.” She said in defense of her sometime lover and friend. “Besides, if greasy hair was all it took to get me excited I would have been all over you in the Azkaban conference room.”









“Ha! That would have gone over well, with the moron twins waiting outside the door.” He scoffed. He watched her grab up a small, round fruit of an unusual purple color. “Don’t eat that.” He said suddenly.







“Why not?” She asked, staring at the fruit that reminded her of a plum, only bigger and darker.









“That, I think…is Dragon Fruit.” He said. He wasn’t sure, but if it was he did not want her eating it. Dragon Fruit was said to have been more potent than the strongest lust potion.









“I thought it was extinct.” She said, turning it over in her hand. She set it down reverently and reached for an apple instead, at least she could say for certain what she was eating and that it would have no strange effects on her.









“It is, but the laws of nature and the laws of man mean nothing here.” Lucius replied, filling another goblet and passing it her direction.







“So, if Morgana erected this temple in honor of sex…and she obviously has this set up for our…benefit….exactly what was arranged for the death eaters?” She asked.









“There were no women present at the time this…location…was used. We were simply provided with beds, food and facilities to meet with our personal needs. Had there been witches I have no doubt things would have been set up differently.” He said, stretching his long legs out in front of him and crossing them at the ankle.









“So what do we do now?” She asked.









“Now we wait.” Lucius said, folding his arms across his chest. “We wait to see just what it is that Morgana wishes for us to do to earn our freedom.” The real question was, would they be willing or able to comply.







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HELLO! **waving wildly** Thank you all for reading, been a little while since I ventured into Lucius’s lair, but as I said earlier, this is a three parter so I will be spending some quality time with the handsome deatheater. Between each installment I will be posting another fic I have completed, my poor little notebook is nearly full of plot ideas, I already had to buy a new one =(







So I would say by the end of the summer this series will be complete and posted. It is a joy to write, I am loving every minute of it. Soooo, time to address questions:







Utopia – You were the first! You devirginized my review board for this tale LOL Im glad you enjoy it, and you are correct, this is flowing easy enough because it is based on my own education =) I kind of like Hermione the bitch….she is far more fun. As to the religion, I suppose I assume they are a bit like the romans/greeks with multiple deities, though I assume them to be wizards more than divine beings. Merlin, Circe, Morganna….the future 2 installments also have “Round Table” connections…..and I love Angela Knight. Hubby wont be home till after the thanksgiving holiday. =(







Little, old me – It is a completed fic….I promise to update regularly as is my habit =)









Lady Blue Eyes – she is a bit laura croft isn’t she? LOL…..this fic has been playing in my head for awhile, just took me some time to figure out what 3 adventures I wanted her to go on. But I figured it out and am now ready to share!







Bubblegumdego - why thank you! It is always great to be admired for one’s mind as opposed to other things LOL







Gertie – I am glad that I haven’t become too predictable then, I want to keep people excited to read my writing. Thank you, that review totally made my day.





LaBib - shortened the line, though on my computer and several others who I asked to check had no issues with the reading. Sorry it gave you difficulties.





Anon - =) Glad to see you are reading!







Winters – I hope to keep you bouncing happily….and laughing….and running for a cold shower hehe





Steph – I promise to update regularly, in the meantime I am finishing up proofs and editing of a Remus fic =) and some last minute rewrites of my novel (had to change some details about the hero, he was too close to someone famous and it became a legal issue) then I promise another installment of Adventurous Hearts.







Donovan – My imagination scares me LOL as it is never still. Always spinning, always plotting. Though I suppose it’s a good thing, keeps my mind off of hubby.







Lyssander - More More More is coming LMAO