Summer Forces

Within the next six months Hermione had moved into Malfoy Manor and she had become the first muggleborn Malfoy. So far, she hated the Manor with a passion. It was too big. It was to clean. It was too quiet. She couldn't take it anymore. Every chance she could, Hermione would leave the manor. Over the past months she had taken routine to go visit at the Burrow or Grimmauld Place every Sunday because most Weasley's had that day off. While being 'locked up' in the manor, Hermione tried to stay as far away from Lucius as possible because their personalities crashed. He would complain about her manners. She would complain about how he was trying to control her. Not a day went by where they didn't fight or glare at each other during meals. Even during sex, someone was unhappy.



 



Hermione wanted to get it over with as soon as possible so she could get back to her room and clean herself up while Lucius wanted to satisfy and be satisfied multiple times a night. As soon as Hermione was over the edge however, she would try to untangle their legs. This always shot Lucius' temper through the roof.



Hermione knew that she wasn't being sincere but, she knew that when she let go, the sex would be great and she just didn't want feelings to evolve between them. Therefore, she tried to stay with missionary sex because it the easiest position to move from. Hermione knew it must dent his pride but she concluded that 'His head is big enough'.



 



Lucius on the other hand was trying to seduce Hermione. He always took care of her needs first, hopefully more than once. Lucius never just popped into her. He would try to kiss her even though she never complied. He always made sure she was ready for him, even though it embarrassed her that she could enjoy sex with him. He had tried everything to keep her in his bed longer. Yes he knew that she was enjoying sex with him, but it still hurt that she tried everything not to show it.



 



With Hermione in the house, Lucius still felt alone. Sure he forced her to dine with him at night but, the rest of the day she was either in the library reading, in her room reading, or in the garden...reading. Hermione seemed to distance herself from him and he was tired of it! He started planning when they should have a little chat.



 



Later that evening, Hermione was laying on her bed with her nose stuck in another book when she heard a pop. Looking up, she saw Tipsy standing at the edge of her bed.



 



"Master says for Misses to dress formally. They are going out for dinner. Misses needs to be in the foyer in one hour with a nice coat. I has brought three choices of jewels for misses. Master says Misses has to wear one."






"Thank you, Tipsy. If you leave the jewelry in my bathroom I will choose one set when I have decided on my outfit."



 



"Master says I is to help you get ready. He wants Tipsy to make sure Misses is to his standards."



 



Hermione's blood was starting to boil. I can get ready on my own. I can choose my own clothes and my own jewelry. Who does he think he is? Oh right. My bloody husband. "Well Tipsy, I need to bath before I change so can I call for you when I am washed?"



 



"Master says for me to stay till misses gets ready but, Tipsy will stay in misses bedroom while she cleans herself."



 



"Thank you Tipsy. I will hurry out."



 



When Hermione emerged from the bathroom 20 minutes later, she was wrapped in a white fluffy towel and her hair was spelled dry. Walking to her closet, she pulled out one of the dresses Lucius had Madame Malkin design for her. It was a floor length gown with a low cut back. The front had jewels lining the top of the dress. To Hermione the dress seemed to fancy to wear, but knowing Lucius, it would match the attire at the restaurant. Quickly slipping into the gown, Hermione walked back to into her bedroom to have Tipsy do her hair.



 



While watching Tipsy spell her hair, Hermione began to wonder why Lucius wanted to go out in public with her.