Lights of Questionable Faith

Lovely Reviewers:

vamp_grl23 - I'm just teasing. I don't mind if you are wanting more to an extreme. It makes me happy!

Voracious Reader - For some reason I didn't think of those two being connected to Medea. Though you are totally correct. Poison robes always make me think of Nessus and Deinira. I never think of Jason! Also I was thinking that you meant she killed Jason with them which you never said. Jason got crushed by the Argo...teehee. He is in charge in the ritual which is not so good. Hopefully you like how Hermione handles herself in this chapter.

Lauriurix - Would we love Lucius if he was anything less than devilishly tricky?

Lyra Aphrodite Moon - Everybody has a right to their preferences! I try to update quickly. I like to write.

meankitty69 - Lucius being rational is overrated!

catysmom - Here you are.

Citten - I hope that this part lives up to expectations.

maddie50 - Ginny should be a bit snotty, I think. Given that she is seeing a friend forced to marry someone when she believed that Hermione would marry Ronald and bear her nieces and nephews.

Heidi191976 - Hopefully this is good!

DuchessCullen - You'll see!

HermioneMalfoyFan - Bill and Fleur's wedding was way too ordinary! Lucius would do a bonding.
Blood-stained sheets ROCK! It sounds like the thing Mr. Mental would want right now.
Most likely.
Lucius won't let her work. He wants a BABY! YAY LUCIUS! *happy dance*
She only really wanted him when she was in the binding circle and that was magic. She might make his life hell now. Poor Lucius. He married a spitfire.

phi - I try to add as quickly as I can.

Hilda Malfoy - The better question might be, what will she do to him? She is not happy. She's a bit passive-agressive and is about to blow up!
I sent you a reply! I sent the plotbunny an organically grown leaf of lettuce and hugs!

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Yesterday, I went to the hospital and had three vials of blood drawn for blood tests. The doctor is not sure what is going on with me. She thinks that I might just be stressed.

I hope y'all like it. Hermione fully gets over her shock here. She is gettin' mad.

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Hermione wrapped her arms more tightly around Lucius as she felt the squeezing of apparition constricting her body. She registered the ‘pop’ when they arrived. She shook her head to clear the clouds.

“Hermione,” Lucius whispered, his hands holding her waist tightly and moving up to rub her back.

He pulled her against his chest and began to kiss her neck slowly. He gently nuzzled her neck running his nose along the length of her jaw carefully.

Hermione looked over her shoulder and saw a large antique mirror with a silver frame made of two snakes and inlaid with peridots and emeralds.

Using one arm to hold her close, he allowed a hand to go up and release the clasp holding the fur robe on. The robe fell to the floor as Lucius panted and growled continuing to kiss her neck.

“Lucius, what are you doing?” Hermione gasped, shaking her head a little and fumbling a little in the folds of her dress when her legs hit the edge of something soft.

“I’m going to have sex with my new, incredibly beautiful, kind, young wife,” Lucius said, pausing every few words to suck and kiss on her neck.

“Lucius,” Hermione moaned, pushing at his chest. She couldn’t reach it. Not without alerting him to what she was doing.

“Don’t worry it will feel good,” Lucius said, lifting a knee and placing it on the bed to nudge her down. “Touch me, Hermione. Undo my cloak.”

Hermione tried to rise back to her feet, but Lucius gently pushed her back.

Lucius pulled back a moment later drawing her to a sitting position while standing with her legs between his. He bit his lip.

“Undo my cloak,” he whispered against her ear while his hands slid around her now bare shoulders to the diamond buttons on the back of the dress.

After the buttons were undone, Lucius eagerly tugged her hands from where they were gripping the bed covers to her chest.

“Lucius, no,” Hermione said, clutching the front of the dress and backing up further on the bed. She watched him as if he was a basilisk and she his prey.

“Hermione listen to me,” Lucius whispered, snatching her ankle to prevent her from getting any further away. He pulled her shoes off before he climbed onto the bed and up to straddle her waist. “We must.”

“We can wait,” Hermione said, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Love, the binding magic will cause this to happen within an hour and a half now,” Lucius said, leaning over to pluck at the hands clutching the fabric of the dress.

“Lucius,” Hermione gasped, throwing herself forward against his chest in the vain hope of dislodging the much stronger man.

“I won’t force you, but if it doesn’t occur in the next hour and twenty-nine minutes, the magic will force the completion of our bonding, and that will not be,” Lucius paused, looking down at her and imagining her naked and sweaty and begging him for more as he penetrated her. “pleasant. I’ll be good to you, Love. I promise.”

Lucius slid his hands under the many folds of the dress to find her knickers. He groaned as he slipped his hand under them to ease a finger in to feel her hymen. He leaned down so he could feel her breasts brushing against his chest.

“Let me be good to you, have you in my arms. Let me see you, please Love,” Lucius said, sliding his fingers over the top of the dress without pulling down. “Undo my cloak.”

Hermione reached a hand out and smacked his face before kicking him off her. She scrambled to the other side of the bed sliding off so she had a barrier.

“WHY?” Hermione screamed at him. "Why did you do this? I don't want to have sex with you!"

Lucius jerked back as she yelled at him.

"I won't let her talk to you that way," Mr. Malfoy snarled.

"Don't hurt her. I love her, and so do you," Lucius pleaded.

"I won't hurt her, but she will not be a hellion."

She wasn’t supposed to yell at him or smack him or kick him away.

She was supposed to be kissing him and taking his clothes off and wrapping her arms around his neck and smoothing her hands over his face and moaning for his touch and arching against his hips.

He was supposed to be nudging the column of her throat and sliding her dress over her gorgeous breasts and suckling at her nipples through her bra and cupping her panties which would surely be soaked for him and taking her virginity and coming inside her with the hope of impregnating her.

“You love me,” Mr. Malfoy said, and his eyes hardened before he dis-apparated to block Hermione against the wall.

Mr. Malfoy snatched each of her wrists and pinned them above her head.

“I hate what you’ve done. Don’t you get it? I don’t want to be your wife!”

“YOU LOVE ME!” he hissed, shoving his hips tightly against her to pin her more tightly in place. “You will.”

“You gave me no choice,” Hermione said, continuing to struggle in his arms.

He leaned his head over and kissed her neck and dug his fingers into her hair.

Hermione struggled before trying to stamp down on the wizard's foot forgetting that she wasn’t wearing the heels anymore. That wasn't supposed to feel good. He was going to show bloody sheets to the guests at the reception.

Mr. Malfoy pulled back and frowned down at her before removing the tiara from her head and placing it on the nightstand. Slowly he slid a hand up her thigh to find the hidden pocket that held her wand. His eyes softened as he took in her dissheveled form.

“Lucius, no,” Hermione sobbed when she felt him take her wand and throw it on the nightstand out of her reach. She glared at him. She still had one protection.

“Yes, Hermione,” Mr. Malfoy said. “I will not harm you. But I will not have you harming me either. You’ve already slapped me and kicked me; I hardly can believe that you wouldn’t hex me. I'll be good to you.”

“Let me go,” Hermione said, tugging at her tightly bound wrists.

Mr. Malfoy loosened his hold on her wrists a bit not wanting to hurt her but not wanting her to be able to escape.

"YOU'RE HURTING HER!" Lucius shouted.

"I am not! She is being unruly."

"I will talk to her. I'm nice."

“Do you promise to not slap or kick or hex me for the remainder of our time in the bedroom?” Lucius said, knowing that he was allowing her freedom to slap or kick him again in the future. He wanted her as herself. Fiery, but there was a time for that and a time for submission. It was the latter now.

Hermione spit in his face.

"Look what she did to us!"

"She won't do it again!"

“I’m not in your precious binding circle anymore. Not under your control!” Hermione yelled, and she spit in face. "I don't want to have sex with you."

Mr. Malfoy backed up releasing her as the spittle slid down his cheek. He wiped the spit from his face. No one had ever spit on him before. His eyes darkened.

Hermione darted away to get the black leather loveseat in front of the obsidian fireplace between them. She fumbled under the dress for the dagger she’d strapped on before the ceremony. She sighed at the feeling of the cool ivory handle of the enchanted, silver stiletto blade.

She hadn’t told the boys that she’d bought it the summer before their third year. She hadn’t told any of them that she was carrying it. She hid it behind her back. She wouldn't kill him. She just wanted him to back off.

“You’re going to pay for that, Love. No one has ever spit on me,” Mr. Malfoy said, removing his cloak and outer robe to be less hindered by the bulky clothes though he would rather Hermione be removing them like a docile wife who knew her place in her husband's marriage bed. “You won't even give me a chance. You don't know if you would enjoy me!”

“There is a first time for everything!” Hermione snarled, gripping the blade more tightly keeping it hidden behind her back. "And if you're lucky, a second and third!"

“What are you hiding, Hermione?” Mr. Malfoy asked, unbuttoning his outer jacket so it hung loosely from his broad shoulders. "I don't want to hurt you. Give me a chance."

“No,” Hermione said, gazing into the boiling silver eyes.

“Why don’t you come over here?” Mr. Malfoy asked, staring at her breasts and how they heaved up and down with each breath that she took. “Come on, my dear. There is no reason to fight it. It would do well for you to come to me before the magic forces us.”

“I’ll never want you,” Hermione said, edging around the couch. She stopped when she stood at the foot of the bed trying to judge the distance and the best location to stab. Maybe below the waist.

“YOU WILL!” Mr. Malfoy yelled, and his nose turned up in anger. “You love me, and I love you.”

“I don’t love you,” Hermione said, as he drew himself up to stand in front of her.

“You said you di-” he started. “WHAT THE—”

Mr. Malfoy leapt back as he caught sight of the dagger coming toward him. It caught him in the right shoulder but got too tangled up in some of the loose fabric to dig in deep. He whipped away quickly backing toward the wall and raising a hand up to his injured shoulder. he looked down at his shoulder. A little bit of blood seeped through the fabric.

“Clearly, I underestimated you, Love,” Mr. Malfoy taunted. “Next time, if you really want me dead, stab more flesh, less fabric.”

“I’ll enter your heart next time,” Hermione said, lunging forward at him.

Mr. Malfoy caught her wrist easily and tipped her over to land on the bed. He straddled her hips digging his knees in tightly to the bed as he worked the dagger free from her hand.

“You pierced my heart long ago, and it is a very special heart, full of love for you.”

“A black, atrophied organ without pity or compassion,” Hermione said, struggling under him as he threw the knife at the mantle behind him.

"She can't hurt me now."

"She needs to learn a lesson."

"She is good!"

“Teach me, Hermione,” Lucius whispered, his lips trembling a bit before brushing against her neck as he spoke. “Pity me.”

Lucius began to kiss where her pulse throbbed on her neck. He pushed her hair back. He released her wrists to slide the sleeves of the dress down while continuing to kiss and caress her. He touched her arms with just the tips of his fingers and groaned when she wiggled a bit resulting in her getting a little bit more tightly snuggled in his arms.

Hermione yelped loudly when his hand pressed on her right shoulder.

He smiled softly at her, “You are learning the joys of being bonded, Love. I hope you come to agree that it is best if you try to keep me healthy.”

Gripping her chin, Lucius squeezed it tightly to keep her from turning from him. He pressed his lips quickly to hers and shoved his tongue into her mouth.

Hermione gasped as he pulled away relinquishing the hold on her chin. She tried to wipe her mouth on the cover.

Lucius smoothed a hand over her right shoulder.

“That hurts,” Hermione said, refusing to look at him.

“I’m-hurt,” Lucius said, leaning down to kiss her neck and shoulders. He continued to kiss slowly up and down her throat tucking her in his arms tightly.

Hermione whimpered as Lucius pressed himself more roughly against her in excitement.

“Take off my jacket, Love, and remove my belt. I promise it will feel good, and we’re running out of time. I could really hurt you if the binding magic takes over us. I don’t want to hurt you. I never did.”

Lucius shoved his face against the side of her neck sucking and licking and nipping.

Hermione moved her hands to run through the blonde hair and rub the back of his neck feeling a twinge in her stomach.

“Please.”

Hermione nodded as he kissed her throat in a way that made her think her body would explode. He moved his hands gently down and removed the dress to leave Hermione in a silver colored strapless bra and matching knickers. Her hands softly slid the fabric of the jacket from his shoulders before unbuttoning the silver clasps on his vest.

Lucius lifted her gently in his arms to unsnap her bra and throw it aside.

Hermione whimpered a little as he pressed his hips more tightly to hers. She tugged at his shirt earning a gentle grin from him.

“You feel wonderful,” Lucius whispered, allowing his hands to ghost over her breasts before lightly pinching her nipples.

Hermione tugged at his shirt again. Lucius sat up gently keeping her pinned under him. She reached for him which brought a smirk to his lips as he flung the shirt toward a pile of clothing on the floor.

She stared at him as he began to unfasten his trousers.

“What did you do to me?” Hermione asked, “Some lust potion that is rubbed into the skin?”

Lucius chuckled.

“No, Love. Given that we have fifteen minutes left before I have to enter you or the magic will force us to that point. I’ve never had to use a potion to induce a woman to bed me. I certainly won’t use one on my wife.” Lucius spoke softly in her ear before removing her panties.

“I’d never want you without you using magic against me.”

“Oh, but you do,” Lucius whispered, removing the last of his own clothing.

“Luc-ius,” Hermione groaned, arching uncontrollably into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist. "I don't know how you did that.

"Do you want me?" Lucius asked, rubbing the head of his cock over her sex gently as he nipped at her throat. "Say it if you do. If not, I can wait thirteen minutes. You will be drawn to me and beg me for it. Do you want me, my dear Hermione?"

"Yes," Hermione whimpered, tugging on his waist to get him closer.

She would find out what lust potion he used and get him back for this. She wasn't supposed to want him.

“Have-me,” Lucius said, licking her throat softly before sliding into her and breaking her maidenhead. A thin line of blood dripped from his shoulder, and he drew her close in his arms as she gasped at the way she was stretching and tried to get away. “Love-me.”

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Well, I hope y'all liked it. Drop a review.

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