Deliciously So... (Editing)

Disclaimers and thanks: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. Only Blinky and Pisky are my own ^.^

I thank Maria Elena and Persephone for betaing this chapter. *bows*

And I thank you all for reading my story and for the wonderful reviews.


Die Hexe: Hot and steamy love *winks* First, what do you mean you can’t believe I made you like him?! -_-‘ He’s an extremely likeable guy…Second, you have my word that in five chapters you won’t even be able to remember Sirius’ name *evil grin*

Cateye: Glad you liked, yeah such charms can not be fought…but you’ll just have to bear with me…not entirely sure when I want the order to spoil it…

LaBibliographe: For a moment there you had me worried, I thought you wanted me to start trying to repair the father-son relationship…I can’t do miracles…but I’m sure Lucius will think of something in the end…(I think). The group of DE are quite responsible, but you’ll know how much later on..as for Blinky, he hasn’t used it yet, but he still has it.

Angel: Thank you.

99: Erm, if I were Blinky I would be worried too…

Citten: Glad you enjoyed it.

Twilight Lady: Thanks. If I may say so myself I do not possess a scholastic mind, so don’t complain…PLEASE…*sighs*

Anon: Insane with frustration…is that a compliment or an insult? *grins*

Gaps of Misery: All I can say is intentionally I will not do a terrible chapter, but some of them I am not content with. This along with the first is my favourite, and one of the more demanding…If I’m mental it’s not my fault…(And I did blush, just thought you should know)


Blinky’s Mark and Hermione’s Breakfast

Picking up his discarded garments, he left the room and walked through the long corridors until he reached his chambers, only pausing once to kick the grovelling Blinky aside, giving it the direct order to do absolutely nothing until he had dealt with it in the morning. He sat down on his bed and ran his hands through his hair.

“Lucius,” a small whisper sounded through the room. Lifting his eyes he saw her lithe figure at his doorway. “Lucius.” She called him again. As she approached, he saw she was wearing a silk robe… Had he given it to her? Had it been in the bathroom when he had left?

He forgot his thoughts when her small hands started unbuttoning the garment, letting it float down to the floor, her naked form in front of him like a mirage. “Lucius…” She was calling him; how could he not get closer?

He took her face in his hands and kissed her mouth gently. She flung her arms around him and her tongue darted around his mouth asking, begging for admittance. He gladly obliged. Her hands were unbuttoning his shirt, their mouths still together, uniting them for once. He pulled her down on top of him, while she smiled and started planting soft kisses on his neck.

Her soft skin against his own, her small hands trailing down his chest, her long hair cascading down over them, merging with his own. Her lips, those beautiful lips leaving hot trails on his neck, his chest, her pink tongue circling one of his nipples. He let out a groan. Burying his fingers in her hair, he pulled her up, capturing her lips with his own. Their tongues danced, exploring each other’s mouths.

His hands moved against her burning skin, down her breasts, her flat stomach, her long legs, finally finding her much desired womanhood. He felt her wetness, could smell her arousal. Placing his cock at her ready organ, he thrust into her, moaning as he felt her warmth.

“Lucius…” she called yet again. He heard her moan, the moan he had heard before…


He awoke suddenly, swearing. He was panting, gasping for breath. His needy arousal known to him even before he had to look. “ Shit!”

Could he not have a moment’s peace?! Did she have to haunt him like a succubus?! Could she leave him no sanity?! Why did she make him feel this way? Why did he crave her touch?

“I, Lucius Malfoy, obsessed with a Mudblood,” he spat. Why? Why?!

The small voice he dreaded answered him Taking the girl has not quenched your thirst. Taking her has not slaked your obsession…

“No…”

It has fed it.

“I will not have it!” he shouted in the dark.

Damn that girl! Damn her! He would not let her have this effect on him. He would not let her have this power! He would regain control, over himself, over her…he would succeed. He repeated this constantly to himself as he tried to get to sleep once again. But whenever he started drifting off, he could only see her eyes burning with lust.


Hours later, he rose still thoroughly shaken from his night of fevered sleep, no not sleep…It had been one, large dream that had captured him and held him tight all the time. Her eyes, her lips, her hands, her legs…her whole body had been singing him a song of Lust. A song of seduction that had left him no escape. He could only suffer and fall into her trap time and time again…

He washed and dressed and, looking at the grandfather clock in his chambers, saw that it was seven o’clock. Cursing yet again the reason for his discomfort, he remembered he had not yet dealt with the Elf. Sitting down near the fireplace, he summoned it.

Instantly, a cowering and shivering pillowcase-clad figure was at his feet sobbing uncontrollably.

“I-I is sorry, Master!”

“Silence!” he hissed. “Blinky displeased Master greatly. Blinky was helping Miss. Blinky was disobeying Master.”

“B-Blinky promises Blinky will not e-ever…”

“What am I to do with you Blinky?” he sighed. The Elf looked up, completely taken by surprise at its Master’s calm manner. “What punishment do you really deserve?” he said softly, with a hungry look in his grey eyes.

Yes, indeed. What can I do to punish this blasted Elf? I cannot set it free; it would no doubt alert Potter of the girl’s presence. The girl’s disillusioned feelings for the creature prevent me from killing it, though it deserves no less… I swear if I have to see her crying one more time, I’ll kill her! She gets on my nerves something terrible….

That’s not the only thing she gets on, eh? The soft voice butted in.

And if I keep the Elf here, he continued, trying to ignore the persistent voice, What will assure me that this won’t happen again? I can’t just tell it to punish itself…Ah, of course…

“Blinky has been very bad. Blinky deserves to be punished.” Taking out his wand, he pointed it at the elf. “Oboedi Serve,” he whispered.

A vicious red light erupted from his wand, heading straight for the Elf’s chest, twisting into a strange shape before landing on its flesh. It let out a piercing squeal as smoke hissed, revealing a burning brand. It looked like a circle with a long vertical line through the middle. It touched it tenderly and whimpered as it felt the burning.

“That mark, Blinky. That mark will control you. Any time you even think of disobeying me, it will burn. Every time you go against my orders, it will torture you. Anytime your pathetic mind imagines anything contrary to my wishes, you will feel pain like no other you have experienced.”

The Elf was looking at him with terrified eyes.

“Shall I give you a little taste?…Crucio”

The creature howled in agony, as the curse worked its magic through its body. Lifting his wand, he ended its torment.

“That is what you will feel. Now, as to your orders: the Miss is not to leave the Manor without my permission. The Miss is not to have any form of communication with the outside that is not approved by me. Do you understand?” he smiled coldly.

“Y-yes, M-mast-ter,” it sobbed.

“Good. Now see to my breakfast.”

“Ye-yes, Master.”

“Oh, and Blinky, since you seem to have trouble with such things, let me make this perfectly clear: you are not allowed to speak of this to anyone. If you do, you will disobey me, and you know what will happen if you did that…”

“Y-yes, Master.” And disappeared with a loud crack

“Blasted servants,” he smirked.


*****


Hermione Granger awoke when the bright rays of sunlight crept across her face from the open curtains: when the bright rays of sunlight stole across her face, coaxing her out of slumber with their cheery warmth. She was in bed, her head aching horribly. Sitting up she felt the silk sheets slide down her body and found herself stark naked. Regaining her wits she looked around aghast How did I get in bed? Last thing I remember I was in the bath…I was in the bath and Malfoy came in. He tried to drown me, he was angry. And then…and then… She bit her lip. He was touching me. And then he left…I must have passed out.

Yes, that was more than likely. But, it still didn’t explain how she had gotten from the bath, into the bed and covered herself with the sheets. Not to mention how she had gotten dry.

She paled horribly as she remembered the previous night. She had been so busy thinking about herself, she hadn’t spared a thought to what had caused it. If Malfoy knew about the letter, the one carrying it would certainly be in danger: “Blinky!”

“Yes, Miss?”

She spun around to see the still bandaged Elf staring at her.

“Blinky! You’re alright! Oh, I’m so sorry, Blinky! What did that horrible man do to you?!” She started to cry wondering, dreading what could of befallen the defenceless creature.

“Nothings I isn’t deserving, Miss,” it said faintly.

“What did that monster do?!” she cried.

“Nothings, Miss. I is sorry I is not delivering the letter, Miss. Blinky did what he could. Blinky cannot help Miss anymore. Blinky is sorry,” it said looking down to the floor.

“No, no. I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I’m sorry. Please Blinky, don’t be sad. You’re sure you aren’t hurt?”

“Yes, Miss,” it replied still not looking her in the eye.

“I’m so relieved. I thought you would be…” But she couldn’t finish the sentence. Just the thought that she had caused this poor creature suffering; that she could have caused its death. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t!

“Miss, breakfast is ready in the dining room.”

She realized she was expected to go down and eat with the Malfoys. To have father and son at her throat would be like signing one’s own death wish. “Oh, Blinky. I can’t. I just can’t go down there.”

“Miss, Master wants you at breakfast. He says to brings you down once Miss is ready.”

“Blinky…”

“Please, Miss,” a note of panic in its voice, “Please. I is sorry. But please, Blinky does not want to displease Master any further.”

“Yes, yes of course.” She had heard the quiver while it spoke, and knew that it had been punished severely. All because of her. If it was pleading with her this way, it meant it would suffer more if he angered his Master again. “I’ll get dressed. Just give me five minutes.”

“W-wait Miss!” Blinky squealed as it blushed, “Miss is not wearing clothes! Miss must change behind screen,” and snapping its fingers, a beautiful old-fashioned screen appeared next to the bed. The elf then proceeded to cover its eyes with its ears as an extra precaution.

“Oh yes; Of course.”

She got up, and walked over to the chair, where the clothes that Blinky had brought the day before lay neatly folded, and carried them with her behind the screen. She started getting dressed, observing with distaste the exceedingly thin and apparently tight black lace bra, which turned out however to fit just nicely. She asked the elf if there was a mirror anywhere, and after hearing it snapping its fingers once more, a large mirror appeared in front of her.

She was wearing a grey skirt that barely covered half of her legs, arriving about three inches above the knee; a black V-necked jumper, which fit snugly around her chest; and to finish it off, black silk stockings; she found on the floor a pair of black shoes with a small heel. Her hair was surprisingly well tamed for once, curling down her back in ringlets.

“Blinky, do you know how I got out of the bath and into bed?” she asked.

“I is thinking it is Pisky, Miss. Pisky is carrying Miss to bed and drying Miss.”

“Oh. Could you thank Pisky for me when you see him next?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Very well, I suppose I can’t make him wait any longer,” and taking a deep breath she walked out of the room. Actually, she wasn’t completely sure where the dining room was; as she had been looking for windows, openings or secret passages, she had not paid the uttermost attention to such details the previous night. After several minutes, she finally found herself in front of the wooden doors that led to the dining room, but she just couldn’t bring herself to open them; couldn’t force herself to enter the room. A few minutes passed, and she still hadn’t even raised her arm to open the door when she suddenly heard a sneering voice behind her.

“Miss Granger, if you are going to enter then do so. If you aren’t, then kindly step aside, as you are in my way.”

Her whole body shivered at the sound of that voice, the one she had listened to for six long years. She turned and found her former Potions Master smirking down at her. As her teacher he had tried countless times to have her and her friends expelled; and as if that wasn’t enough, or perhaps to make up for all his failed attempts at doing so, he viciously picked on and insulted her. But worst of all, he was a traitor! He was a murderer! She hadn’t stopped to ask herself what he was doing there. She hadn’t even realized she was running at him, until her hand had swung back to slap his face; and she hadn’t realized she was crying until she felt the warm tears running down her neck. He took hold of her wrists and held them fast.

“Manners, Miss Granger. Apparently, spending all your time with those dunderheads has made you even less ladylike,” he sneered down at her.

“You Monster! Murderer!” she spat, “You betrayed the Order! You betrayed Dumbledore!”

“Silence! You don’t even know what you’re talking about, stupid girl. I was never even on your side. Dumbledore saw good in everyone, and used those observations for the basis of his judgment instead of the advice that everyone pleaded him to take. He was too busy trying to prove I was truly innocent to notice I was playing him behind his back.”

“You killed him!” she screamed.

“Yes, it was particularly satisfying.” He grinned maliciously.

“Honestly, Severus. I’ve told you time and time again: it is not civil to scream in the corridor while one is trying to eat his breakfast.” A cold drawl came from the open door, belonging to one Lucius Malfoy leaning against the doorframe.

“Nonsense, you’ve never said anything of the sort,” he scoffed, “And if someone isn’t being civil, it’s this idiotic girl who is screaming like a banshee.”

“I suppose you are right. But you really should learn how to treat the ladies, Severus.”

“I certainly do not need lessons from you, Lucius. And may I remind you, she is not a lady.”

“Yes, she is quite coarse, isn’t she?” He sighed dramatically. “However, I think it is time to induct her into the ways of finer living. Shall we?”

“Monsters,” she whispered as the greasy haired wizard let go of her wrists. Then, as she rubbed them to try and get the feeling back, “You’re all monsters.”

“Now, now; This is no way to start the day . Come and sit down, Miss Granger,” and taking hold of her waist he half guided, half dragged her inside. He walked her to a chair near the head of the table and said firmly, “Sit,” and when she did not comply promptly, he pushed her down.

“Now, what would you care to eat?”

She glared at him.

“As I don’t think you have heard the question, I shall repeat it. What do you wish to eat?”

Still silence, her gaze shifting between himself and Severus, who had sat down a couple of seats away.

“I have no desire to repeat myself any further. Either answer me or go hungry.”

“You know, Lucius, to have Miss Granger hold her tongue is a rare and wished for event; I suggest you treasure it while it lasts,” the wizard said snarkily, black eyes alight with derisive malice. “It’s a pity that the only time it has ever happened in my presence was not during the six years I had to suffer her in my classes.”

Lucius could only smirk at that, but even Severus’ sarcasm could only goad her into giving each of them a wounded glare.

“Ah, very well. I suspect you may not be hungry. You’ll have to wait then. Pisky,” he called, followed shortly by the appearance of a House Elf.

“Y-yes, Master?”

“Serve us breakfast. Tea or coffee, Severus?”

“Coffee, black.”

And in a matter of seconds, the table was laid with platters of eggs, bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms; really anything you could expect for breakfast was there, in quantities fit for at least a dozen people.

Helping himself to a warm, heavenly scented croissant, he lifted it to his mouth and, after smiling knowingly at the girl, he bit into it voraciously, the warm cream filling dripping onto his lips. He licked it off leisurelyand smirked, “Delicious. Simply delicious. What a pity that you don’t want anything.” Tormenting her is almost as fun as tormenting Severus.

She bit her lip as she felt her stomach protest its hunger. She hoped the two men hadn’t heard it or she would see no end to the teasing and insults. What she didn’t understand was why Lucius Malfoy was treating her like a guest in his luxurious manor? Why didn’t he kill her, or if she had to live to fulfil his desires, why not keep her like a starved prisoner? It didn’t make any sense.

She felt doubly uneasy having her former Potions Master at the Manor. It meant there were now three men in the house that loathed her and would no doubt find her pain perversely entertaining. She was wondering what Malfoy had done to Blinky, when she was drawn from her thoughts.

“Ah, what a marvellous breakfast. Wonderful. So, my dear, if you have finished staring off into space, I would ask you to come with me. We have business to attend to.” Nodding curtly to his friend he said, “I take it you will be in the dungeons, Severus?”

“Indeed. I have some potions that need brewing.”

“Alright,” he stood up and looked pointedly at the witch, “Well, have you lost the ability to walk as well?”

She stood up defiantly.

“Good. After you,” he said as he opened the door. She exited hurriedly, unable to see him smirking to his friend behind her back. Walking behind her, he took her by the arm and steered her.

“I suspect you would wish to see my Library. Am I correct?” he whispered silkily.

She looked up, her eyes torn between delight and foreboding.

“In fact,” he continued, “I would even go as far as to say that you wish to see my library very much. All those rare and priceless books: Unique copies, countless volumes…But, if you do not want it, then I will let you return to your room…”

“Yes,” she whispered faintly.

“I’m afraid I didn’t hear you,” he smirked.

“I would like to see your library,” she said, hating herself more every second.

“How can I not acquiesce to your request?” And taking hold of her he apparated them to the library doors. He then opened them and ushered her inside, closing the heavy doors behind them. “It will be my pleasure.” He purred in her ear.


Author’s Note: Hello all, apologize if it took some time but had guests over from Britain that stayed in the room with the pc…so for a week could not write *cries*

Anyways, it took me some time thinking of Blink’s punishment and frankly I’m satisfied with how it came out, the spell Lucius says is latin for “Obey me, Slave”. It should be correct grammar wise, but as my grades in latin were not over the moon, allow me to make mistakes… As for the mark, it is an ancient Rune which had the meaning of suffering and discomfort, so it should fit :p

Any suggestions or questions email me or review me and I’ll be happy to reply. Thank you again for reading.

Ophelia Immortal