Project: Humiliation of Hermione

Title: Project: Humtiontion of Hermione

Author: Anah Rose

Co Author: Carhuine Malthenel

Beta: None, but looking. Any takers please e-mail. I am very bad with punctuation.

Pairing(s): Luc/Dra, Har/Dra, Her/Dra, Har/Ron, Her/Ron, Her/Luc

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Mr. Malfoy decides to teach his arrogant son a lesson after he dared question his father's beliefs in his following of the
Dark Lord. His goal; To make him date, sleep with, wine, dine, and woo, and eventually totally humiliate a mudblood, Hermione to be exact. Before the end of the school year, and just for fun, She gets to come to Malfoy Manor for Christmas.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I do not own any of these characters.

Warning: Strong sexual content, Malfoycest.

Author's Note: Feed Back is Always Good, Flames even better, they help to keep our hands warm



Chapter One: Daddy's Interrogation

Lucius had come up the walk, a look of disappointment in his eyes as he watched the door slip open, a meager looking house-elf at its base and rather than kicking it he didn't even acknowledge it at all, just mearly sneered as he pulled off the duster that he wore over his well fitted suit for he did not take in the common robes of the common wizards. No he was far above that he was Lucius Malfoy, he was one of the last pure-bloods.

His silver-blonde tendrils fell over his back, held in pkace with a single black ribbon and he chuckled a bit to hismelf as he looked through the pile of owl-posts that had gathered on the table and finding Draco's Hogwarts letter he openend it and simply arched that hazeled brow.

"Diagon alley always a boring place..." He stepped toward the stairwell in his sprawling mansion and moved up toward his own private rooms from her and her things, and from him and his things and he moved to his large fireplace, pulling the decanter from the silver tray he lifted a brandy snifter and poured the glass half full, swirling the amber liquid he lifted it to his lips as he moved across the room, setting the cane in its holder beside his desk as he sat back in the burgandy colored leather chair, then and only then did he call for Draco, a hand at his temple as he waited for his arrogant son to arrive before him.

How he hated these moments when it came to being left to deal with Narcissa alone. For he loved his son greatly. Draco was his pride and joy.

Draco was laying on his bed looking at a book on Quidditch when he heard his father call for him. Rolling his eyes and groaning he got up. He stood and took a quick look in the mirror and grimaced. His hair was messed up and his clothes were less then standard.

Draco hurridly changed into slacks and a green silk shirt before combing his hair. Barefoot he padded down the hallways until he reached his father's chambers. He knocked twice before stepping back to wait.

"You may enter Draconis."

Lucius watched the door. He always wondered how Draco would look when he stepped through that door. But truth be known he loved the look of his son ruffled. Many nights he had snuck into his room wo watch him sleep, a gentle side to the cold hard calloused man that Lucius Malfoy was and that look stirred something in him and now as the boy that was nearly a man stepped through the now open door he sighed.

Draco was pristine as ever and he pointed toward the chair. "Sit, its that time of year again."

Draco groaned audibly as he slumped in the offered chair. Pouting slightly he kicked his feet against the chair as he studied his father,"Tell me again why I have to go to that filty mud blood infested school? Why can't I go to Durmstrang?"

Lucius watched him sit down and sighed deeply at his son, "Because, Draco, We are in England and they have their own people there. I need you in Hogwarts as I am trying so desperate to get the right people on the Board of Directors to get rid of Dumbledor so that we can get rid of the Mudbloods. Would be a shame if for some reason you ended up with that Granger girl only because she was all that was left. You deserve the purest of pure to continue the name." He chuckled and sat back finishing the brandy.

"To bad I don't like girls." he snapped. "I wouldn't touch Granger if she was the last person on the planet!" Draco sighed as he watched his father drink. His father always made everything seem so elegant and refined. He really must learn this, he was sure it was part of 'How to be a proper Malfoy'.

Lucius didn't look to shocked. "You think I actually liked having to bed your mother? Sadly I needed an heir and so only to create a son I took Narcissa. Notice you have no siblings Draco. There is a reason my bedroom is over here." Lucius smirked.
The boy. He would love to see the boy tussled in his bed in the morning light and he set the snifter down. "Then we musn't let Granger have the best of you. We will find you the perfect Narcissa and the perfect man shall we?" He chuckled softly to himself. If only draco knew...

"I don't want any woman! Ever." he ground out. "I'll just kidnap or adopt some pureblood son and that'll be it. I only want to sleep with men." With you he thought but he didn't say it out loud cause he didn;t even want to think about what the punishment would be.

"No you will father me a grandson if I have to put you under Imperious to do it. Don't think I won't." Lucius narrowed his eyes on his son. The wonderful he could make this boy do with that curse and he smirked. He actually rest back a bit after he moved to lock the door and poured more brandy and some for Draco as well before sitting back down with a smirk, "Which men?"

Draco wanted to argue about him fucking a woman but decided against it. He was a bit shocked when his father handed him brandy be mae masked his feelings. "Severus. Blaise." he mumbled as an answer to his father's question.

"Serevus? As in your god father?" This took him by sse. se. But Blaise. He'd known about Blaise. Many had told him of Blaise.

"Draco come here."

Draco nodded and stood slowly He walked over to his father and just stood there looking at him in a innocent, bewildered sort of way.

"Kneel."

It was a simple command and he was curious to see if Draco would follow it. Curious to see what side of the line his son walked and he rest back again against that beautiful burgandy leather.
aco'aco's first instinct was to question his father but he thought better of it. After pausing for a second he slowly knelt in front of his father. He looked up and tried not to look scared or horny.

"Your such a good boy." He spoke tersly as he pat Draco with a still glove covered hand, not gracing him yet with the flesh of his hand as he looked down at col cold once more. "Daddy has trained you well thus far. What year are you in now at school darling?"

"Fifth." he said as he leaned into the touch. he loved any touch his father gave him, even if it was a beating. Which had only happened once after he'd taken his father's wand before he was eleven.

"Do you recall the 'games' we used to play before you left for school when mother used to go away and leave us to ourselves?" He really enjoyed Draco in this position and had yet to release him, he was curious how long the boy would stay there like that and he went back to his brandy as he leaned back again.

Draco gulped as he recalled the 'games'. "Ye...ye..yes.." he licked his lips, which had sudenly became dry. His knees were beginning to ache on the hardwood floor so he shifted a bit.

"We played them in the bath together or in my room. You said I wasn't allowed in your room unless I was older."

"Right. Do you miss them no that your too old for them?" The corner of his mouth lifted just so in a hint of amusement at the shift of Draco's body and pale eyes raked over his body, watching for any sign that things were changing within his son and he easily kept his own cool admist his want.

"I miss us bathing together." Draco scooted away from his father an inch. "I miss you tucking me into bed and calling me a good little boy. I miss..." he stopped and looked at the floor not wanting to finish.

"Finish!" It was an emphatic word that came with a leather encased hand gripping his jaw.

Draco winced at the slight pain. "I miss seeing you naked. I used to watch you and think thats how I'd look someday."

"Did youe die did chuckle then and turned his eyes from his son, go back to your seat." He turned back to look towards the other chair giving him no other thought. This would be a fun evening if all went well. He tilted his head. "Get the brandy before you do. Dr Draco frowned by the sudden shift in his father's demeanor. After hesitating a second he stood and picked up the brandy and settled himself in the massive chair. "Where is mother at anyways?" he asked to fill the stifling silence.

"On another one of her jaunts why else would I be torturing you without mommy dearest to protect you."

"Never stopped you before, her being here I mean. You own us both so.." he shrugged.

"Yes but shes older and female... easier to control." He poured more brandy and pulled off his gloves. "How long have you been seeing Serevus and Blaise?"

"I haven't been seeing anyone. Severus would never, not with me, and Blaise has a boyfrind. I've never had sex with anyone cause no one at that school, save my god father, is worthy of deflowering me. smi smirked.

Lucius' brow shot up again, "Are you telling me a Malfoy goes neglected in Slytherin?"

"A Malfoy chooses not to have sex with mudbloods. And the purebloods are repugnant. No one is good enough for me. Severus is but i'm his god son and his student." Draco snarled frustrated.

Lucius chuckled and shifted his eyes back to his son, "Then I suppose you should come here Draconis."

It was Draco's turn to arch his eyebrow. "Do you think you're good enough for me?" he taunted partly joking.

That stopped the smile and Lucius' face became hard and cold again. "I don't have to be good enough for you boy."

"Do I have to be good enough for you?" Draco purred as he stood and strode toward his father.

"Yes you do so off with the shirt, shoes, and socks." He rest back in his chair letting it tilt back as he continud to drink the warm brandy.

Draco slowly took off his clothes in the order his father had said them in. But he did it in a slow, seductive manner mant to entice and show he still had some spirit to tease with.

Lucius just watched him, no sight or inidication on whether he hated or enjoyed the revealing of his son's skin. He was. Draco was wonderfully pale and his dark nipples stood out from his pale flesh wonderfully. Lucius longed to stroke his son again to play their 'games' of old.

"Now your pants." Lucius smirked a little then as he poured Draco more brandy.

Draco arched an eyebrow at the non reaction but chalked it up to that incredible Malfoy control his father possesed. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Beinding over he slowly slid them down and off. He was naked under them becuase he found underwaer to restricting.

Now that took Lucius by suprise, his son's pristine body nude before him so fast and he watched him with those icy grey-blue eyes. "Dear boy look how you've grown since our days in the bath. I bet it stands up so much more so than before. Do you still rub against your sheets and pillow?" He was being cruel and he knew it. He shifted and watched him still, lifting a leg carelessly over a chair arm.

"Yes." was all Draco said answering both questions with one word. He fought the urge to fidget as he stood before his father naked as the day he was born.

==>TBC<==