Punishment?

Ok... I estimate there are about 3 chapters left in this story. I have an idea as to where it's going, but I wasn't planning on a happy ending, in fact I was thinking of killing Hermione. Please let me know if it would ruin the story for you, if I get enough requests for a happier ending I might do it, I'd rather please you lovely readers (and even more lovely reviewers hint hint) than kill her. If you don't like a chapter, let me know! I might even rewrite it for you.


Extremely apprehensive and scared of attracting any more torture than was necessary, Hermione crept out of her cell. She thought back to the last time it had been opened, and remembered the guard taunting her as he shut the door. She'd replied with a particularly scathing remark, and unable to think of a comeback he'd stomped off angrily. Leaving the door unlocked. Hermione almost laughed at the irony of her sharp tongue, often the cause of trouble, being the thing that had got her out of her cell. Hermione snapped back to reality and thought of escape. An odd feeling grew in her stomach, and Hermione realised she couldn't leave without seeing him. Barely daring to breath, Hermione pressed herself against the wall of the nearest corridor and ran quickly, barely letting her feet touch the ground, searching for a way out of the dungeon. She came upon a set of stone stairs, leading to an open door. Hermione quashed the suspicion trying to poke through the lust clouding her head trying to tell her it was a trap, and quickly made her way up the stairs. Cautiously peering around the corner, Hermione gaped at the extravagance of the hallway. Recovering quickly, she darted out and crept down the corridor to an entrance hall. Two death eaters were casually chatting barely metres from her. Heart pounding, Hermione tried to sink back into the wall behind her, looking for hiding spots.
“Anyway, I can't stay for the meeting, I just needed to talk to Lucius. Do you know where he is?”
“Yeah, he should be up in his study.”
“Thanks, I'll probably see you some time next week, enjoy the entertainment.” The two shared a nasty laugh, then the one looking for Lucius headed off up the marble stairs. The other walked off, thankfully towards another corridor. Hermione was frightened of risking being out in the open, but taking a deep breath, sprinted up the stairs staying low. She peeked down the corridor and saw the man knock softly on a door. A muffled voice came through the door, and the man entered. Hermione scanned the nearest doors, looking for some sign of what was behind them. She jumped when a loud voice came from behind her, and she tensed, expecting a curse to hit her. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realised the voices were loud with laughter, not discovery. Simultaneously she realised how stupid a position she was in, and crawled into the corridor, out of sight. She heard feet on the stairs and froze. Rationality came back in a sudden hit and she threw herself at the nearest door, next to Lucius's study, and peeped in making sure it was empty before closing it quietly behind her. She was in a bedroom, a nice one, all rich silks and plush velvets in beautiful shades of green. She dove under the bed for good measure and waited, heart beating, wondering how she'd been stupid enough to get herself into this situation. There was little chance of her escaping from here, and they'd soon realise she'd escaped and start searching. Silently berating herself for several more minutes, Hermione had almost relaxed when the door open. Her heart beat double time as a man entered, dressed in beautiful robes, long, blonde hair tied back stylishly with a silver clasp. Hermione felt her arousal stir, and a dampness seep into her groin. There, mere metres away, in all his cold and calculated beauty, stood Lucius.