Punishment?

Ho-hum, poor Hermione, she's been through a lot and I think we can all sympathise with the wanting to jump Lucius thing. Enjoy!

Before Hermione could think it over enough to realise it was a bad idea, she rolled out from under the bed and stood up. Lucius barely even moved when the stark naked girl appeared from under his bed, he merely smirked a little wearily at her and crossed his arms.
“You got here even faster than I'd imagined.” He moved over to his dressing table and removed the clasp from his hair. Hermione stared at him, unable to formulate a plan as to what to do.
“I...I don't know what you've done to me Lucius, but it... it feels like I can't live without you.” He sighed and turned to her with an almost pained expression.
“Yes, the guards have spared me no detail. I've done nothing special to you, you can't pass it off on a charm or potion, it's just plain human instincts.” Now he wasn't performing he seemed to take no pleasure in tormenting her, he almost seemed to be letting her down gently.
“Lucius...” the name felt weird on her lips, “I need you, this isn't normal.” She took a step forward, though with an almost angry expression, he took a step back from her.
“Don't do this to yourself girl, you're asking for more pain for yourself. I'm sure the fact that you passed up an opportunity to escape to find me must be almost killing you.” There was no compassion in his face, he didn't work that way, but he hadn't thrown her back in dungeon yet. Hermione shook her head sadly.
“I could almost stand that, but the need for you blocks out anything else. I'll die without you Lucius.” He closed his eyes wishing she wouldn't keep using his name.
“You'll die WITH me you fool, stop doing this to yourself.” He lowered his voice to an almost
kind tone. “You're not weak Hermione, you've gone through a lot and are still sane, all you need to do is fight it.” She shook her head again and looked him in the eyes.
“Thanks,” she said sarcastically, “turn me into a lust driven slut and then tell me I'm strong enough to fight it. I don't care anymore, I barely hear that voice screaming how bad I am.” She moved towards him, willing him to just stop talking and throw her on the bed. Lucius bumped into the table behind him and in his moment of surprise, Hermione covered the distance between them and laced her hands behind his head. She pulled his head towards her, scowling at his resistance, and planted her lips on his. He pulled away, untangling her hands from his hair and holding her at a safe distance.
“You should have left when you had the chance. This is stupid, very stupid.” Hermione bit her lip in frustration and attempted to press herself against him.
“I don't care anymore! Don't you understand? You were the one that did this to me, you can at least help temporarily relieve it. It's either this or rot in my cell going crazier and crazier.” There did seem to be a flicker of insanity in those eyes, and Lucius sighed, a very small flash of remorse at ruining this girl.
“Fine. I don't think this is the right thing, but I know when I'm in danger of being raped.” Hermione ignored his half exasperated-half smug expression and kissed him again. She grabbed his collar and pulled him over to the bed and on top of her. With one last shake of his head Lucius gave in and kissed her back.