Be Careful in the Dark

WARNING: This chapter contains sexual content which flirts with the non-con and some might consider squicky. I don’t think it will scar anybody but consider this fair warning.

Hogsmeade was overrun with students, all screaming their happiness at being released into the snow. Hermione could almost feel Lucius' eyes on her though she wasn't sure if that was real or just her imagination. She, Harry, and Ron went to go check out Fred and George's latest invention and she promised to meet them all at The Leaky Cauldron for a butterbeer in an hour or so. She had a book she was just dying to pick up.

"Hermione, don't you ever stop reading?" Ron asked, eyes wide in surprise that she wanted, yet again, to go to a bookstore on a Hogsmeade trip.

"Let her alone, Ron. That's just our 'Mione." Harry grinned and dropped a kiss on her cheek. Hermione smiled in relief and ignored the small surge of desire at Harry's proximity. She slipped away with a small, embarrassed smile. Potion or no it was Harry!

The bookstore was familiar and Hermione wondered if she'd overplayed her hand. Maybe he knew she'd been lying. Maybe he just wasn't interested. She drifted into the back of the store, looking for an interesting title. She knew many of the books on these shelves.

Suddenly, a hand was buried viciously in her hair and she was up against a hard, lean body.

"Miss Granger," the low, hissing voice of Lucius Malfoy came close in her ear, "How good of you to join me." And then the world went black.

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She woke in a huge, black, canopy bed. It was made out of an ebony wood so black it gleamed blue in the candle light. The cloth that draped from the wood obscured much of the room but looked soft. The sheets were black silk. As for the room... she slipped off the bed and her bare feet were soundless on the gleaming tiles, tiles the red/black color of dried blood. She discreetly checked and found that both her earrings and wand remained with her.

The room was circular, with a fireplace to one side and... there seemed to be something carved into the walls themselves. She padded over to the walls, trying to discern what the carvings were. With a start, she realized it carving after carving of... copulating. Men, women, demons, groups. Some of it was pretty tame and some of it was... horrifying. She swallowed and turned away.

Hmm, well, it looked like she had been right about the direction of this evening at least. He'd probably want to let her stew for a while and he was probably watching her. She shuddered and fanned her face. There was a bookshelf on either side of the huge fireplace. Hermione walked across the room and looked at the spines. Two entire shelves of Wizard Erotica. Who would have thought it? She chose one that seemed the least disgusting and curled up in one of the arm chairs in front of the fire.

If she were a betting woman she'd put money down that this was the fastest way to get Lucius in here. She was supposed to be horrified. She was not. He was going to have to do better than this if he wanted horrified. She was actually getting engrossed in the book, partially because she thought it was hilarious to read 18th century wizard smut, when the door clicked open and a perfectly groomed Lucius Malfoy entered the room. Black slacks and deep blue silk shirt flattered both his figure and his color.

"Lord Malfoy, good afternoon. Or is it evening?" She kept her tone light; there would be time enough for panic later.

"Miss Granger, I must say, you're not taking this quite the way I expected." Lucius sat, posing in the arm chair across from her.

"What were you expecting?" She asked, blinking at him in confusion.

"Hmm...a little more tears and panic." Lucius gave her a wide, predatory smile that held nothing of humor.

"I'm sure that when this evening takes the turn I imagine it will, you'll have plenty of both." She closed her book and tucked her feet up underneath her.

"And what turn is that?"

"Torture? Pain? Suffering? The usual..." She let her voice trail off as Lucius began to laugh.

"My dear Hermione, you are expecting to be tortured and murdered and yet you sit here calm as can be reading a novella. Why is that?" He tilted his head at her as if he were really interested

"My dear Lucius, I've been in a panic since I was almost killed by a troll in my own lavatory years ago." She arched an eyebrow at him, and enjoyed the expression on his face at being called by his first name. "Crying and begging won't change anything you've decided to do and soon enough I won't be able to help myself. I might as well stay calm." She tried not to lay it on too thick.

"How very... interesting."

A long pause ensued and Hermione tried not to squirm under his gaze. This was the moment of truth.

"I am going to ask you some questions. And you are going to tell me the truth. Or we're going to get to the screaming and crying. Am I understood?" Lucius expression did not change but his eyes glittered. Hermione nodded nervously.

"How long was my son sleeping with you?"

"Six months." She kept her voice small and hesitant. Hell, that was even the truth.

"Why did he fuck you at all?" His voice was harsh. Hermione started at the use of obscenity.

"I don't know. He went out of his way to get blackmail material to accomplish it though." Hermione snapped that answer as if stung by the accusation that she wasn't attractive.

"I see. And tell me... why aren't you the one most likely to have killed my son?" His eyes were fastened on her face.

"Because I didn't! I didn't. He...I..." She trailed off and looked miserably at the floor.

"You enjoyed what you and my son did." It was a statement not a question and his voice had no expression, no clue as to what answer he wanted to hear in response.

"Not... at first." She stopped, blushing. Lucius said nothing. Hermione allowed herself to shift and look everywhere but at him.

"Do go on, Miss Granger."

Oh we're back to Miss Granger now, are we?

"He changed. Or I did. Or something did... but... I mean, I... started to... enjoy it." She wrapped her arms around her legs and curled into a tight little ball.

"Did he claim you?"

Hermione shook her head.

"Did he ever mention what that meant?" Lucius leaned forward in eagerness and Hermione knew it was calculated to make her feel desired.

"He mentioned it but he wasn't very detailed."

Lucius grinned in satisfaction.

"I'm going to take you tonight. I'm going to bend you over that bed and use that tight, little pussy of yours for my pleasure. Do you understand?"

Hermione let her mouth drop open and began panting slightly. She stared at him, knowing he was waiting for a response but deciding now was the time for silence.

"There are two ways this can go. Entirely your choice. I can take what I want or you can give it to me. And you really must want to give it to me, Hermione, because I am going to claim you for my own. There is a spell on this room and if you come to me willingly you will be mine. I will possess you."

What a bunch of baloney. The spells to hook a lover to their master were long and complicated, though, once they were in place it was a spell that came right out of the dark. As a selective number of muggle women had learned, probably to their horror. No, at best, he could begin it. Hermione continued to stare at him, feeling very pale. She could not believe that this was going to happen. She could not believe she'd been right.

"Do you know what you want, Hermione?" Her name sounded dark and oily in his mouth.

She shook her head.

"Do you know what you're going to do?"

She nodded.

"And what is that?" His voice sounded strangely gentle.

"Anything you tell me to." Hermione did not have to work very hard to make her voice tremble. She shoved a wave of jubilation down. Overconfidence could kill just as quickly as fear. This was going to work.

"On your knees." Lucius said it as if he was asking for tea. Hermione froze. Even though she was expecting this she was still frightened.

"I will not repeat myself." His voice was ice cold. Hermione slid out of the arm chair and looked at the floor in shame.

"Remove your top."

Hermione swallowed and pulled the turtleneck over her head.

"Suck me hard." Again, that tone without a hint of lust or interest. Utterly bored. She crawled on hands and knees across the tiles and prayed that her act would hold up. She placed herself between his legs and looked up, unsure what to do. He looked at her without expression. After a pause that was probably no more than thirty seconds but felt longer, he cocked an eyebrow at her. She licked dry lips and trembling fingers began to unbutton his trousers. His flaccid penis was nested in a thatch of neatly trimmed, dark blond pubic hair. Draco had liked this particular game as well but he was usually so excited he was already at half mast at this point. It was a strange sensation to have the rubbery flesh in her mouth. Almost immediately, his cock pulsed and grew. She looked up as she continued to work her mouth over him. His expression did not change at all. She thought about using her hands but then decided she would only do exactly as he commanded. He would think it was out of fear. In truth, the less active she had to be the better.

She gagged slightly as his cock grew. Lucius was... not small. In fact, he seemed to still be growing. She let out a whimper and was suddenly grateful to Alex for the extraordinarily embarrassing exercises involving varying sizes of cucumbers. A rough hand grasped the back of her head and forced her head down, gagging, until her nose was buried in his musky pubic hair.

"I am going to stand and you are not going to move your mouth one inch." No sooner had he said it than he surged to his feet. Scrambling, Hermione managed to keep his cock buried in her mouth. He was tall enough that she had to remain in a half squat to accomplish it.

"Remove your bra." He sounded a little ragged now. Hermione twisted behind herself and unhooked it, keeping suction on his cock to make sure it stayed where it was. Her breasts tumbled free, nipples erect in the chill air of the room.

"Now, I'm going to fuck your face and I'm not going to stop until you have removed your panties." He whispered the words and stared down at her until Hermione met his eyes and nodded wordlessly. A vicious grinned passed over his face and he gripped her hair aggressively. He began violently pumping in and out of her and Hermione made involuntary sounds of distress.

He was jerking her head in time with his hips, making it impossible for her to shift her weight onto one leg or the other. She couldn't get her panties off. She made a desperate sound and Lucius laughed. Her lips felt bruised and she thought her jaw might break. Finally, she ripped the damn things off her. Lucius plunged his cock back into her mouth until it was once again buried to the hilt but then he mercifully stopped.

"Very good, pet. Are you wet?"

Hermione nodded. And it was true. She knew it was the potion but it was mortifying nonetheless. Tears welled up and she began to cry silently. This seemed to delight Lucius.

"Bend over the end of the bed and lift up the skirt. I want to see my new pet."

Hermione backed up, Lucius' cock coming free with a wet pop. At last, she could breathe. She stood and hustled across the room, hitching her skirt around hips and grasping the frame of the bed before bending over.

She guessed that the sound of cloth and buckles was Lucius undressing. She closed her eyes. Shit. Shit. Shit.

One finger trailed delicately over her throbbing clitoris and wet sex and she moaned.

"My, my, you are excited. I would not have thought..." He pinched her clit and she jumped with a squeak. He laughed, low and sinister. Then one hand cracked down on her ass and she shrieked. "Yes, make noise for me." Lucius demanded. Smack. Smack. Smack. Hermione's bottom was boiling but she was getting wetter. "Don't move." He growled the order.

Then she felt the head of his cock nudge her sopping opening. He moved incredibly slowly, one inch at a time and Hermione had to control the urge to back onto his cock. Everything felt better than it should.

"Are you wet for me, pet?"

"Yes. Yes, master."

Ever so slowly he moved in and out of her and she let out a low whine.

"Do think Dumbledore or Potter would be disappointed if they knew that?"

"Yes, master." And let out a sob as she said it. He ran one hand down her back and then began pumping furiously. She keened and backed into his thrust. Her orgasm was building, low and intense in her belly.

One arm wrapped around her neck and she was pulled back roughly, splayed on his cock. The difference in their heights meant she was hanging on his cock with only his firm grip around her neck and the very tips of her toes to support her. She tried to wriggle and found she could barely move. One of his fingers trailed over her sensitive nipples and she gasped her pleasure. Then he pulled one of her nipples and pinched it nastily.

"I... told... you... not... to... move." Each word was emphasized with a sharp smack to her clit. She cried out and tried to escape. His cock filled her to the brim and each smack hurt but sent crackles of excitement through her body. Her pussy pulsed around his cock tightly. It was possible she was going to come. Evidently, Lucius realized it as well. "No, you don't pet."

He set her back on the floor and pulled his cock free. Lucius let out a low, snarled word and sent her skirt fluttering to the floor. Her eyes drifted over his body and his thick, engorged erection. Lucius sneered down at her.

"On the bed, on your back." His voice was clipped and dry and did not fit with his flushed skin and leaking cock.

Lucius followed close behind her and as she rolled over on her back he was there, on top of her. The fleshy part of his hand pressed into her sensitive sex and she bucked. She should have expected his next move but she was too caught up in her own pleasure and he took her by surprise. He cock was slick with her juices and with one swift movement he impaled her anally. She howled in pain and desperately tried to escape. He snarled and pinned her down. His thumb moved in a pulsing pattern over her clit and in spite of herself she came, screaming her pain and pleasure.

"Mine." He hissed in her ear, the rhythm of his hips picking up. "Mine." Lucius growled under his breath, not in control for the first time all evening. Hermione tried to relax and control her pain. She had to be ready; he would be at his most vulnerable when he came. His breathing was ragged and harsh in her ear. She let one of her hands trail up his back until her index finger was close to his head. With a long, drawn out "Yessssss..." he came in a burst of heat inside her. At the same time, she pointed her finger at him and shouted....

"Imperio!" Hermione screamed in agony as pain lanced up her arm and into her head.

Lucius froze.

"Get off me." She panted through her tears.

Lucius obeyed with glassy eyes and jerky movements. A successful Imperio curse relied on an unflinching understanding of yourself and enough rage to fuel the domination of your will over another’s. Hermione had both in spades. A strong wizard could break free of Imperio in the earliest moments but Hermione had made sure Lucius was too far gone to do that. It took a while for the incredible pain in her hand and arm to stop and Lucius remained motionless in the middle of the room the entire time.

"Stand on one foot and hop up and down until I tell you to stop." Hermione ordered. Without hesitation Lucius began to jump. Hermione smiled a cold little smile. Lucius Malfoy was going to tell her a great many things before he died.