Deliciously So... (Editing)

Disclaimers and thanks I unfortunately do not own any of Harry Potters characters, although Pisky and Blinky are my own (I’ll apologize yet again for the idiotic names)

I thank Maria Elena for her betaing, and Die Hexe for calling me back to reality when I was lost thinking about this chapter. It took some time to do, because the punishment was hard to think of.
Or to be more precise, I knew exactly what Lucius should do, but the fact that Hermione is so sad at the moment….eh eh eh.

I thank you all for reading my story, I can’t believe it really. If you have any questions, criticism or any form of suggestions just review me or send me an email. Thank you

This chapter is dedicated to my little Witch, who should try not to worry so much and just let her life flow. I hope you are happy my dear.


Lisa: yeah, Hermione seems to always hit Draco…poor boy…thank you for your review. Hope you like the punishment

Lady Lynn: Draco is certainly confused…*sighs*

Angel: I hope you enjoy her punishment

Gaps of Misery: Ok now I’m blushing *violently* 1. It has me laughing whenever I write them. 2.you may worship me if you want to *winks* nah I’m kidding…I take it you like our dear potions master. 3.thank you ^.^. Aw damn, I would have been naught on purpose

Pam: glad you enjoyed it

LaBibliographe: I suppose it is a bit of a race against time…will Hermione make Lucius more human before he manages to destroy her….*hard choice*….oh and ta for the feedback, I really need to improve my English…it’s that I don’t speak it everyday :’(

Die Hexe: thanks for reading love. I’m glad I’ve managed to make you like the bad guys at last! I think a sbavet is more than due.

Criosodan: completely agree.

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Persephone: Love your name *grins*, Queen of the Underworld. Anyway, what can I say? Thanks a ton for your review. I know some things I do get wrong, I’ll try and rectify :’(. I know the two Death eaters were really hilarious, Lucius really does have a bad temper *tut tut* and Pisky is cute, isn’t it?



Friend and Foes

“As you’re not willing to continue our chat, I think it’s time you received your punishment.” His voice so soft, yet deadly, and his grey eyes lit by a hellish fire.

She stood up quickly, her body shaking, terror flooding her features as the fear of what he would do to her swept through her body. She drawn back, trying to put as much distance as she could between her and that demon.

“It is your first day here, and although you showed disrespect towards me, I’ve decided to show mercy… I will allow you to choose… Now tell me, am I not merciful?” He stood as well but left some feet between them.

Merciful? Am I supposed to choose? “Help me” she whispered to no one in particular. Lucius hadn’t heard her, nor had he seen her lips move: he was too busy looking at the beautiful shimmer of fear in her hazel eyes.

“Your first choice…” he started, closing his eyes for a second while he flicked his wand. A silvery shimmer appeared in mid air, starting to take form and lengthening as it split into various cords of light. Grasping the end which was still whole, he waved it, dispersing the light and thus revealing a long black leather whip. “…is to have five strikes for every infraction.” A evil grin appeared on his face while he pronounced those words. He swung it softly, the nine tails coiling themselves around his neck like snakes.

Her eyes widened in shock and horror.

“I suppose you know about these,” he mused “Apparently, Muggles used them to torture. But I can think of other uses…”

Was this her first choice? This? How could she possibly choose that?! She remembered reading some historical book on methods of torture. The cat of nine tails could brake the skin with just a few strikes, and she was supposed to have fifteen… Was it being merciful?! If this was the first, God only knew which the second would be…

“A-and the s-second?” her voice spoke, breaking the silence.

“Ah, yes… the second. Well it is infinitely more simple.”

She gulped, not knowing what he would say next “You have to kiss me,” he whispered, eyes aflame while he watched with great satisfaction as the girl lost consciousness of her surroundings: the idea of her possible punishments truly sunk in.

He had thought about a way to teach her a lesson for over an hour. He had thought of what would give him satisfaction, what would torture her, what would confuse her, and what would pleasure her… He wanted to see if fear of pain, would surpass her fear of him. If it didn’t, he would whip her; not too hard of course, but enough to make her bleed. He had brought that blasted ointment of Severus’; so, he could then cancel the pain. If on the other hand, she didn’t want to feel the pain, she would be compelled to kiss him on her own free will. He would be satisfied that way. Oh, yes… I am indeed merciful

He could see her dilemma and understand everything that was going through her mind. Well, he recognized the feeling her eyes were showing. She seemed to be having some monstrous inner battle raging inside. Shadows were flying on her face while her eyes darted around and her fists clenched tightly. Her whole body was shaking. Will you overcome hatred, revulsion and fear of me, to avoid physical pain? Let’s see Miss Granger how brave you are…

After a few minutes, he decided to give her a little push and cracked the whip in the air. Her head snapped up like a flash, eyes widening. “Oh don’t mind me, I’m just trying this thing out: it’s been too long since I last used it. So, what shall it be? Don’t worry, I will enjoy both!” He smirked.

Her eyes bored in his briefly before fixing on the whip. She watched the tails sway, following the movement with her gaze. Lucius cracked the whip yet again and she clamped her eyes shut.

“Time is running out,” he whispered moving closer. “You must choose or I’ll do it for you.” He was next to her now, and a foot only separated them. She closed her eyes yet again and swallowed hard. Then she gripped her hands into fits and suppressed a shudder, as she looked up into the silvery orbs that were glowering down at her.

“Well?”

She took a step forward slowly, ever so slowly she went right up close. She hesitantly put a trembling hand on his shoulder and, standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his. It was so delicate and faint it seemed he had nothing but blossom pressed against his mouth. She broke the kiss, tears swelling in her eyes. Then she started rubbing her mouth with her still clenched fists, trying to remove the feeling of his lips… trying to cancel the taste of his skin… trying to chase the memory of that gesture.

A silent chuckle exited his mouth before changing into a cold laughter. Trying to control himself, he shook his head, blonde hair swaying in the air. “Tell me, my dear. In which god forsaken place is this considered a kiss? I’m afraid you didn’t satisfy my request, thus earning the other punishment.”

She looked at him aghast, pearly tears running down her face.

“Over to the bed, please… and kindly remove your clothes, unless you want me to do it for you.”

He noticed her hands were clutched so tightly that her nails were digging into the skin, drawing blood.

Before he could say or do anything else, he felt her hands gripping his robes and pulling him down on her. Her lips claimed his and, in less than a minute, he had dropped both whip and cane, and had circled her shivering body with his arms. His tongue gained entrance immediately, and started dancing around her own. He could feel her tears and the erratic beating of her heart against his chest. But he didn’t care, so lost he was in the kiss.

How long they were like that he could not tell, as it was as if time had stopped. And when he finally broke the kiss, he took her hands in his and looked at them. The palms were red, and four tiny slits were cut into each one. He brought them to his lips and kissed that skin, licking the blood. It was only when she let out a whimper of pain that he caught himself. He dropped them quickly. Picking up his cane, he made the whip disappear. Then, looking at the girl, he took the jar of ointment from his pocket and placed it on the floor. “For the wounds,” he said quickly before walking away.

“A House Elf will bring you dinner, and some clothes to change into. I will see you in the morning.” With that he closed the door behind him. But before he could completely leave, he heard her scream of anguish and hatred.

*****

As she watched him walking out the room, she felt her heart ache: she had escaped the pain, but the price had been high, and she had practically sold herself. She had thrown away what little dignity she had left, what little respect she could still have after being stolen by him. She let out a long scream of loathing for both herself and him.

She sunk to her knees and started weeping, screaming and hitting the floor with her fists, causing the blood drip again. But she didn’t care.

When exhaustion finally took over her body, she lay on the floor, emptying her soul through her tears.


Some time later a loud crack sounded through the room and a heavily bandaged House Elf with a tray, appeared.

“I I-is Blinky, Miss. Master, told me to bring Miss food…” It placed the tray near her. “… and clothes.” It snapped his fingers, and a pile of clothing folded itself neatly on one of the leathered armchairs.

“Is M-miss happy? Did Blinky please Miss?” It asked, never looking up in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered

“Miss will eat?”

“I’ll see. Thank you; and thanks to all the other elves that cooked the meal.”

Blinky looked up surprised, as it was the first time in its whole life it had been thanked by a wizard or a witch. It noticed her tired and tear stricken face and, without a second thought, burst into loud sobs.

“What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” she asked.

“Oh, Miss… Blinky is a bad House Elf… very bad. But Blinky did only what its Master ordered. Blinky did not know. Blinky couldn’t know…”

“Know what?”

“Miss, Blinky is the House Elf that followed you… I is the one who told Master where you was. I is putting the rose on your bed. I is sorry, Miss. But Blinky was scared of Master and must obey Master no matter what. Blinky didn’t know Miss would get hurt.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“But Miss…”

“You must do what your Master ordered you to. You did, and you have nothing to be blamed of.”

“I is sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” She was looking down at the sobbing creature before her, and she pitied it. It had been in that Manor for all its life and probably would be till the day it died. How much had it suffered? Had much pain had been inflicted upon it? The two of them were alike, as them both were unable to control their own fates; as them both were sealed in the hands of Lucius Malfoy.

“My name is Hermione. Pleased to meet you.”

The Elf didn’t believe it’s own ears. That girl was introducing herself as if they were equals.

“I… Miss must not talk like this to Blinky. Blinky is a House Elf.”

“We’re not so different, you know,” she said absentmindedly. “We’re both prisoners in this house. There’s no reason for me to treat you differently.” She smiled at it… the first smile in what seemed years... ages.

“T-then I is pleased to meet you, too,” it smiley a toothy grin. “Oh, Miss… I is forgetting. Master said to show Miss the House after she has eaten,” it squeaked.

“Very well. Give me ten minutes.” Then she started eating the food before her. Some cold meat with bread, a platter of butter in case she needed it, some cheeses and an apple. She didn’t feel at all hungry, as she was feeling quite nauseous. But she needed to know the Manor if she wanted to find a way to escape.


*****

Her soft lips…her warm mouth…her shivering body. So sweet, and innocent…deliciously so… But then, what happened when he broke the kiss? What had he felt?

“Is everything alright, Father?” a small voice interrupted his thoughts

“Uhm?” He was brought back to the present, he looked around trying to remember where he was. He was in the dining room with Severus and Draco.

“I asked you if everything was alright. You’ve hardly touched your food.” His son Draco repeated

“Yes, I’m fine”

“Maybe he isn’t hungry” the dark wizard suggested “Or maybe” a sneer lit his face “He is hungry for something else”

“Severus!”

But a burning pain coursed through his body as he could feel his arm burning. He grasped it in pain, and looking up he noticed Severus had done the same. They nodded to each other.

“The Dark Lord is calling.”

Authors Note: hey thank you for reading. I’m sorry it isn’t longer, but I’m terribly busy in this period, and I promise I’ll update more regularly during the Xmas Hols. Anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter, and if I may say so…I want to be punished!