Not All that Glitters is Gold

jacqui - I'm not exactly sure how long it's going to be as I'm still working out the details of how I want the story to end. But there will be quite a few chapters, that's for sure.

scarletwitchextreme - I'm soo not going to let Hermione be taken in via the Stockholm Syndrome. She's far too strong for that. And yes, I plan on letting Hermione have justice at the end. There has to be a semi-happy ending for this dark tale. Yes, Draco is pretty weak. Then again he was never really given the chance to grow a backbone, Narcissa was always an enabler, and Lucius didn't really care. It's complicated Lol.

margaritama - Just have to remember, what Lucius is doing is still considered rape. Whether it was gentle or not, Hermione obviously doesn't want to be touched by either of them. But of course, Draco is a big prat (I secretly love him because he has so much potential for change, despite how evil he can be)

leValkyrie - Thank you for the review!

Vixen - Thank you! I always knew that Draco had some sort of little crush on Hermione from reading the books. There's no way he wouldn't, she's just as equal as he is, if not more. But we know our little Draco is just as stubborn and hotheaded as she is.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is quite a long chapter. I figure Lucius' demeanor would be more complicated than Draco's and he moves far slower than his son. :D

------------------------- Lucius' POV -----------------------------

Lucius heard the deafening screams come from down the hall. No doubt his precious son was having his way with their Mudblood pet. It was strange how one got accustomed to the startling shrills of women when one was in a position such as he was. Not that he was saying it at all resembled sweet music. It didn't. It just didn't phase him, not anymore. Not since he first joined the ranks of the Death Eaters. Of course, his only and best interest was in his safety, which branched out into the safety of his wife and darling son.

Years after the return of the Dark Lord, Lucius felt his bond with his abnormally beautiful wife Narcissa diminish. He dove head first into proving that he was worthy of whatever riches and spoils that Lord Voldemort would give him. This left a sour taste in Narcissa's mouth, he knew that like he knew the back of his hand. She wanted him to plead with Dumbledore, crawl to the old man and beg for him to take them in. Malfoys never begged. She left soon after the capture of the Mudblood, unable to witness any more torture take place inside or outside their circle. Lucius some how felt responsible but he didn't let it show. He merely ripened his son up to the task at hand, showing the world that Lord Voldemort was right.

He had to admit that he spent at least a week watching the Mudblood Granger writhe in agony as his sister-in-law tortured her tiny body to oblivion. It fascinated him. How strong the girl was. Her fire and determination only seemed to anger Bellatrix but not him. He became enamored with it, not that he'd let it show of course. When he had first heard that she belonged to him, he immediately began setting up ways to break her. Ways to show that she was below his station. He wanted to keep her, all to himself.

However, he knew how thick headed his son was. Not to mention how much his flesh and blood put on the table for their family name. How much he changed. It was frightening, in a sense, to see his child - now a young man - so willing to destroy, mutilate, kill. And not so much as blink an eye. He knew it was his fault; he had changed Draco, shaped him to become the perfect Death Eater. Some part of him hoped that the Granger girl would break him from his trepidation as a servant of the Dark Lord. It all seemed a wash though. Draco was just as stubborn as his old man.

A house-elf by the name of Wilky appeared in front of Lucius, who had gotten far too lost in his thoughts and had stopped scribbling owls to other Death Eaters. His pale blue eyes landed on the elf, who flinched at the sight of them. He never looked at Wilky in the eye, it was a privilege to attain such contact, but he was unaware of his actions as of late.

"Bring the girl some food," Lucius murmured, looking back to his parchment where a large dot of ink had grown from him holding his quill in one place for too long.

"Yes master, sir." Wilky bowed and was about to apperate out when Lucius spoke again. He stopped in mid-stride and turned, bowing low again.

"Make it something sweet as well. Fruit or chocolate perhaps."

"Yes master, sir." the elf repeated before hesitating for a second. Lucius looked up from his parchment and frowned, causing the elf to yelp and disappear from sight.

He didn't know where this splurge of generosity came from, but he imagined the young with sucking her fingers after eating a piece of fruit. The juices slick and sweet. The thought turned his once cold face into a small smug look. He may have shaped Draco into being the perfect Death Eater, but he was going to shape Hermione Granger into the perfect bed slave.

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"Have you gone mad, father?" Draco's angry voice echoed as he raced down the halls, coming to stand in front of Lucius' desk.

Lucius looked up without interest, "What are you on about, Draco?" He signed the letter he was currently writing and placed his quill onto its holder.

"Feed that *thing*! You're acting like she's..."

"She is Draco. Whether you want to admit it or not. She eats just like the rest of us," Lucius interrupted, leaning back into his marvelous black dragon hide seat. "I assume you've just finished torturing the young girl and now have come to torture me with your accusations?"

"What? I wasn't torturing her." Draco frowned at his father's implications. "I wasn't accusing you either. I was merely pointing out the fact that you've gone soft."

Lucius tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow, "You do realize you catch more bees with honey than vinegar, don't you my son."

"What does that have to do with the mudblood," Lucius could tell Draco was growing impatient with him.

He always was an impatient little git. Spoiled rotten by his mother and punished severely by his father. It was justice in Lucius' eyes. What his mother gave, Lucius took away. He often felt as if his estranged wife was far too lenient on their son. In his youth, he hardly cared for Draco's development as a person, rather only wanted to see how he would fare in the wizarding world. To his surprise, and horror, Draco was becoming a very dangerous wizard. He partially blamed himself for his son's lack of backbone, but his involvement with the Death Eaters was surely changing Draco. For the better, or the worse, he didn't know. Not yet that is.

"You received an owl earlier this morning," Lucius changed the subject, not wanting to cause Draco to lose his head over the silly little girl. He held up a sealed envelope with the Death Eater's mark atop it.

Draco walked to his desk and snatched it greedily from Lucius' hands, tearing it open like a child at Christmas. He read and his face changed. Lucius was accustomed to reading all of the mail - once he had the house-elf go through the seedy looking ones. One wouldn't want to stumble upon a cursed letter from some angry witch or wizard who just lost their family.

"They found Potter and Weasley," he said quietly, his eyes scanning the rest. Draco crumbled the letter up and tossed it into the bin with an effortless swoop. "Best be off father. Don't want to make the Dark Lord wait. Apparently, some of us have become far more important than others."

That smug tosser. Lucius hadn't been summoned by the Dark Lord ever since acquiring the mudblood girl, not that he minded. Draco may be proud that he's being used outside the walls of the Malfoy Manor, but Lucius knew exactly why Voldemort wanted to send the young ones out. They were mere pawns in his own deadly game of wizarding chess. Lucius was the Rook, if anything, and his poor son was nothing but litter.

He hated thinking about it this way, but it was the absolute truth. Draco held his head proudly, waiting for his father to adorn him with praise. Like that'd ever happen.

"Just make sure you don't come home empty handed, Draco. The Dark Lord isn't fond of failure."

Draco's smile disappeared within a few seconds, and reappeared on Lucius' lips. He narrowed his eyes and dissapperated out of the room with less than a good bye. Like he needed it anyway. That was for children and their mothers. Not Death Eaters.

Lucius waited a few more minutes, finishing up unnecessary paper work, before he rose from his desk. He wanted to pay a visit to Draco's pet, and possibly spend a little one on one time with her. He walked slowly through the halls of his manor and appeared right outside Draco's room where he pushed the door open gingerly with one hand. His eyes caught the small form of the Granger girl, the platter lay forgotten beside her, completely empty.

He smirked. That was a good pet. "How do you know that wasn't poisoned, Ms. Granger?" His smooth velvety voice shook the young woman out of her stupor as she turned and faced him.

"I...I..." Her voice was soft and hard to make out, yet he heard it perfectly clear.

Lucius took a few more steps into the room, holding the door open with his free hand.

"It's quite alright to feel hungry. After what occured here." He looked around the room skeptically before landing his eyes onto her.

She was staring at him with those big chocolate brown eyes and he immediately felt an odd sensation in his trousers. Silly old man getting aroused by a nude teenager on the ground. He shook his head slightly, earning a quizzical gaze from the former Hogwarts student. "Draco has been called away for a few days. You'll be staying with me. Can't leave you here alone, now can I?"

It was a rhetorical question and she was clever enough to understand it. Without hesitation, the girl rose and stood. Her long brown locks rolled over her shoulder, covering her chest as if it were a blanket. She was still cautious to be standing around in the nude and tried to cover herself. Silly creature really. Lucius was automatically reminded of a portrait he once saw in a store, hanging on the wall in Knockturn Alley. Of course, this portrait was hardly as subtle at cuing innocent and this girl, especially, wreaked of it.

"Come along," he turned on his heel and strolled out of the room. His ears perked up as he heard her padding along behind him and from his peripherals, noticed how she seemed to take in her surroundings with her large eyes. "Keep your eyes on me." He added, noting how she instantly locked her eyes onto his back.

He didn't need her getting any ideas of routes around the manor. She only need to know where the bed was and where her place upon it was. Quite simple really.

Once they entered his master bedroom, Lucius reached back and lightly pulled Hermione to him. His ice blue eyes locked onto her warm chocolate orbs. He heard her breath hitch and smirked, running his hand through her hair. "Let's see what we can do to fix this," he spoke softly, tracing his hand down her face which was covered in light bruises.

Lucius placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her toward his desk. As he left her to rummage through his drawers, his hand traced her lower back slowly causing her to jump and tiny goose pimples to form on her skin. He knew she was just as terrified as him as she was Voldemort. She may get away with her snarky attitude with Draco, but she knew that it was useless against Lucius. After all, Lucius was far more experienced in torture than his son.

He pulled out a bottle of clear liquid and held it out to her. Like the obedient pet, Hermione had reached out and grasped onto the bottle. Her fingers brushed lightly against Lucius' sending a tiny force of electricity through their touch. He found himself smirking wider, watching her uncork the phial and drinking the liquids. She was a smart young woman. Not everything came without a price.

"Come," he spoke softly, pulling her to him by her wrist. Hermione's body crashed against his, causing her to let out a small gasp. Lucius planted his lips at the nape of her neck, his hands roaming down her nude form. "You're cold. Let me warm you up."

She pushed gently, or hard Lucius didn't know nor care, against his chest. Her head shaking slowly, "No. Please." Her words were just as soft as her body and somehow hinted at the opposite of what she said.

"Ssshh," Lucius purred, running his hand through her hair until he grasped a handful and jerked her head back. His lips found her skin around her throat to be the most soft and delicate. He heard her breath increase as her hands rested on his chest, still trying to push away from him but weakly now. "You've been through enough, girl. Why not let me take care of you."

He wasn't trying to soothe her, but he found with his own experience that women were far more pleasant when they were at least semi-willing. Not to mention, it meant less work to hold them down and get it over with. No. He liked to enjoy himself and if she enjoyed herself as well, then so be it.

"Don't...touch...me..." Her voice quivered against his touch, her body was warming up and a light redden hue spread across her cheeks.

"No?" Lucius breathed, feeling considerably playful today. His hand traced down her side, resting it on her plump buttocks. "Is that what you really want, Ms. Granger?"

His lips moved slowly down her chest, across her collar bone. Another sensitive spot. Hermione moaned softly and tilted her head back, parting her lips. He had to put that spot away for later use. "Well? Do you want me to stop touching you...here?"

His hand slipped between them and her thighs, tickling a certain sensitive nub. She moaned again and nodded, "It's...rape...whether it feels..g-good or not."

He chuckled against her skin, "It's not rape when you belong to me. Think of it as your occupation, you'll survive longer that way."

She looked at him and pushed harder against him, "I don't belong to anyone. I'm a person! I'M A HUMAN BEIN--"

He slapped her. As low as it was to slap a slave, a bed slave at that, he had to do it. "You think I'm opening this up for discussion, girl?" His voice was low and he knew it sent shivers up her spine as the color in her face had drained considerably.

Lucius seemed to stand taller as she shrunk in his shadow. "Perhaps my generosity is not being appreciated. I'm sure you would be far happier back in the dungeons with my dear sister-in-law." He raised his eyebrow at her, watching her eyes shift. She was thinking and it made him laugh inside his head. Any normal captive would already choose him over a painful death, but not this one. She was seriously considering it - and he didn't know whether he should be annoyed or pleased.

"No. I suppose not." Hermione's voice remained small, but her tone was harsh and intellectual.

"Very well," Lucius' heart flipped with exceptional pride. She had chosen a life pleasing him over one suffering pain, it must hurt her own pride. "Why don't you show me how grateful you are...."

He brought his hands to the hem of his trousers, slowly unzipping himself free. He watched as her eyes traveled down his chest and widened at how 'happy' he was that she was there. She looked somewhat terrified, afraid, and yet he knew it was because of her innocence. Lucius brought his fingers under her chin and forced her to look at him. He leaned forward, unsure why he was trying to be so kind to her, his lips grazed across her own. Hers were soft and plump, and tasted of strawberries. He loved it.

"Now, where were we?" He asked as he pulled away, bringing her hand to his throbbing manhood. They stared at each other as he guided her hand over his length until he felt her own hand moving on its own.

He let out a breath and brought a hand to the edge of his desk. Hermione's hand slowly moved up and down his length and gasped each time it twitched. What could he say? It had a mind of its own.

"Get down on your knees," He breathed, leaning forward slightly as his golden locks fanned over his face. He watched Hermione settle onto her knees, and without instruction, she did what he wanted her to do from the moment he laid eyes on her.

Her lips were soft and warm. He groaned inwardly and gripped the edge of his desk.

"Take me in your mouth," he groaned, running his free hand through her hair. She did just that and it was hot. Her mouth was hot, wet, and amazing.Pushing the back of her head lightly, Lucius moaned as he pushed more of his length into her awaiting mouth.

She started bobbing her head, which began to increase in speed. He knew she felt uncomfortable, her hands were shaking as they rested on his thighs. He didn't care for her comfort at that point, nor did he care if she were trying to rush things. He let out another pleasured groan and tilted his head back, his hand resting on her head, fingers tangled in her hair. "Yes." He groaned, parting his lips as he let out a breath, feeling himself preparing.

He'd have to teach her the art of slowing down but right now he didn't care. Feeling that oh so familiar rush course through his system, he held tightly onto the back of her head. She knew what was coming and made a small attempt to leave, accidentally scraping her bottom teeth against the sensitive area under his length. He hissed but it didn't stop him from finishing. She made a small gagging noise but it disappeared when she swallowed. Lucius released her and watched as she backed again, bringing the back of her hand to her mouth and sputtering a little.

"You'll get used to it," he said, slightly out of breath, stroking himself for a second. "Now, come here and I'll show you *my* appreciation."

He held his hand out and watched as the young girl's hand slowly moved to his. Pulling her quickly to him, he lifted her and carried her to his large king sized bed, intent on showing her how life with him would be far more fetching than with his ungrateful son.