Taming Your Will

 

Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters
are not mine and never will be.

 

 

 

Taming Your Will

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

She was everything
I grew to hate. It made no sense why I would want her so much. Her appearance
was common to the handful of ladies that were at my beck and call. Yet the
moment she walked into the room, she could capture anyone’s attention. Those
dark chocolate eyes could make a grown man shiver on sight. Her sensual body
swayed to and fro with every movement she made. Long silk curls tumbled down her
back, aching to be touched. Soft pale skin screamed for lips to slide down her
petite form. She needed to be taken. Taken by my hands, mind, and body. Her
purity called for a man like me to taint. Her wildness needed me to tame. And I
would love every minute of it.

 

 

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“Ron you are unbelievable. You just broke up
with Susan Bones and now you want to date Hannah Abbot.” Hermione Granger
stated, while holding her cold butterbeer.

“What?
Its natural for a 17 year old boy wanting to date a beautiful girl.” The red
head defended himself, while winking towards his other best friend. Shaking his
head, Harry Potter grinned with his sparkling green eyes.

“Hermione,
just let it go.” Harry placed his hand over her’s. “Besides you’ll never
understand his obsession for food and girls.”

“Fine,”
she raised her arms in defeat. “This is out of my hands.” Smiling at both boys,
she finished her drink instantly. “Well, since you have a date.” She looked
towards Harry. “And you have a new goal, I’m heading off for the bookstore.”
Hermione stood; ready to leave her best friends.

“Are
you sure Mione? Justin would love to have your company.” Ron joked knowing, how
Justin Fitch-Fletchly crush on Hermione bothered her so much.

“You’re
so f Wea Weasley.” Hermione glared back.

“Or
Terry Boot,” Harry added, since he was dating Padma Patil currently.

“You’ll
both pay later,” she teased kissing both their cheeks. “See you guys later.”
Waving she left the Three Broomsticks for the familiar smell of dry ink and new
leather bidding.

Hours
later, as the sun was slowly setting on the late September sky, Hermione left
the store with two large bags. Wishing she had brought her robes, she shivered
as the wind breezed through her thin cotton dress. Suddenly books scattered on
the ground, as she tripped onto the pebbled road. Biting her lip from the pain,
she moved to see her knees bleeding from the fall. Then she heard a deep voice
speaking behind her.

“Well,
well what do we have here? A little girl hurt with no one to help her. How
pathetic?” A towering man spoke with power and arrogance.

“Its
Hermione Granger, Father. The mudblood.” Draco Malfoy replied, standing beside
his father. Both equally tall in height, yet the older Malfoy definitely had
the pose of a man with dangerous power. Their blonde hair shined by the last
sun light in the cool evenings air. Those twin silver eyes gleamed with malice
dreaming of evil deeds. And pale skin creating a pure reflection that Hermione
knew they did not have.

Blushing
from the clumsy fall, Hermione quickly stood with her head held high. Not
wanting to look more the fool, she glared directly into Draco’s eyes. “What a
great observation Malfoy? One would think after 7 years, you could come up with
some thing better.”

“How
about know-it-all, ugly, pain in the ass Granger.” He retorted stepping closer
into her comfort zone.

“Better,”
she smiled knowing how irritated he was. “But I could say you’re a spoiled
conceited ferret boy.” Anger Draco moved forward pointing his wand towards
Hermione. Stopping his son, Lucius grabbed his son’s robe.

“That’s
enough Draco,” he spoke with a long drawl. “You should know better then to
attack a defenseless girl. Her hero’s are not here to save her. And I rather
not explain my actions to the muggle loving Headmaster of yours.”

“I’m
hardly defenseless.” Hermione draw her wand out, pointing towards the Malfoy
senior. “And I don’t need people saving me.” Shaking inside, Hermione didn’t
know what came over. Here she was facing, not only a Death Eater, but also one
that was smart enough not to get into Azkaban. But the way his eyes trailed
over her body was unnerving. And his tone was so condescending that she wanted
to scream.

Cocking
his eyebrow, Lucius examined the nervous girl in front of her. He laughed
inwardly, knowing that she was posing a brave front. But she was exquisite to
look at. His son had been wrong when he called her ugly. She wasn’t beautiful,
but her dark features had a classic sensual look. And by the school records and
his son’s ranting, she had a brain to follow the captivating aura she
presented. She could be useful. Grinning, Lucius panted his son’s shoulder.

“Its
getting late Draco, you should return to school.”

“But,”
Draco replied wanting desperately to hex Hermione.

“I
said go,” Lucius ordered with more steel. Reluctantly his son nodded and left
the anxious girl.

Noticing
hopty pty the street was, Hermione quickly grabbed her bags ready to leave. But
Lucius Malfoy had other plans. Reaching out, he tightened his grip on her tiny
wrist.

“Let
go,” Hermione command with vexation.

“I
rather not,” he smirked, pulling her closer. Irked by his behavior, she
struggled to move away, but he only used his other arm to wrap around her
waist. Holding her still, he brushed his lips against her sensitive ear.
Gasping at the touch, she slightly shivered in pleasure. Grinning at her
response, Lucius murmured into her ear.

“Innocent
little girls shouldn’t be walking alone at nights. Dangerous things can happen
to them.” His thumb rubbed her lower back, feeling goose pumps raise on her
flawless skin.

“I’m
not little and you’re not dangerous.” Hermione glared into his eyes seething
with anger. “Let go of me this instant.” She spat with venom towards the
smirking man.

“Wildcat
you will be fun to tame.” Lucius unable to control his desire hungrily nibbled
on her neck. Trying her best to fight him, Hermione couldn’t help but feel how
amazing his lips were against her skin.

“Lucius,
I would think you had better taste than a Gryffindor.” The voice of Professor
Snape brought utter hope back into Hermione’s heart. Growling from
in
interruption, Lucius turned around to face his old friend.

“Severus,
even a man like you can see a woman ripe and ready.”

“All
I see is a student still in Hogsmeade when she should have been back an hour
ago.” He moved to take Hermione out of Lucius gripe. “Shouldn’t you be
returning home Lucius? Narissca will be wondering. Or is she out of town
again?” Professor Snape spoke his last words with a hint of mockery.

“No,
she decided to stay for the winter.” Lucius narrowed his eyes on the darker
man. “I will see you soon Severus.” He paused gazing onto Hermione’s face. “And
you will defiantly see me.” Turning around his robe’s obediently followed as he
disappeared into the night.

Wanting
to tell the Headmaster of Lucius Malfoy’s appearance, Severus quickly ordered
the girl to follow him back to Hogwarts. As he brooded over the image of Malfoy
assaulting Ms. Granger, he couldn’t help but feel jealous of how close they
were. Silently sitting in the carriage back to school, Severus finally noticed
how quiet Hermione Granger was.

“Are
you hurt Ms. Granger?” He spoke wondering what had her attention.

“No,”
she mumbled out. But instantly she moved the hem of her dress to cover her
knees. “Just a little spooked sir,” Hermione bowed her head in thought.

Taking
out his wand, Professor Snape healed the bleeding scrapes on her knees. Looking
up with shock, Hermione quickly murmured her thanks.

“You’re
welcome.” Severus said with a tone she was not use too. “Men like Lucius Malfoy
should not be taken lightly Ms. Granger. You have heard the stories since
joining the Order and the files of information collected over the years. Do not
play the Gryffindor hero and stand up to him. Walk away, no matter how strong
you think you are.”

“Thank
you sir for the warning.” Hermione spoke evenly holding her annoyance inside.
She hated it when people thought she was powerless. After the incident in the
Ministry 5th 5th year, everyone treated her like a doll. Then when
all her housemates and friends grew from their puberty spurt, she was
recognized as the small one. Just because she looked innocent didn’t mean she
was useless.

Directing
her eyes away from Professor Snape’s looming presence, she stared out the
carriage window. She shouldn’t be anger with him. Hermione thought, as they
returned to their silence. He was only trying to protect her. She should be
anger with Lucius Malfoy and his kind for making her feel so…out of control.
Yes that was it. She would get him back. She would show everyone that no one
makes her feel like that.

 

 

A.N.

Well
I hope you like this first chapter. I don’t have a beta, so if there are lots
of grammar mistakes then I’m really sorry. This is my first Lucius oriented
story, so if I’m making this horrible to read please tell me. Hope you enjoy
and please review!