Nine ana A Half Weeks

Disclaimer
The characters in this story don’t belong to me they are the work of J K Rowling, I do not intend to make money out of this story.


Summary
A story of passion and obsession, Hermione is at a crossroads in her life when she turns to a Death Eater certain to make her feel. HG/LM

A Chance Meeting
A smile filled Hermione’s face as she walked of the Hogworts Express, in a few moments, she would be free nine and a half weeks of answering to no one, and she couldn’t wait. She said her goodbyes to Harry and the Weasleys and started to head for the station exit.

“Hermione,” called Molly, as she saw her walking away, “haven’t your parents come to pick you up?”

“They’re at a conference Mrs Weasley, I’m meeting them at the hotel,” she lied.

“Are you sure you will be alright crossing London on your own?” she asked, “Bill would be only too happy to escort you.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said hoping against hope, her friend’s mother would believe her, “I’ve crossed London loads of times, there’s no need to put anybody out.”

“If you’re sure dear it really wouldn’t be much trouble.”

“I’ll be fine,” she smiled, “and I sure Bill needs to get back to Gringotts,” with that she turned and left the station abroad smile filling her face.

She had been planning this since the morning after the attack on The Ministry; she had lost complete faith in the war against Voldemort. She was sure that they could win it and knew he needed to be defeated but she truly believed that it would not make a dime's worth of difference to her life. She was a muggleborn witch in a pureblood wizard’s world, both her gender, and lineage made her a second-class citizen and no amount of wars would change that fact.

Her jaw dropped as the cab pulled up in front of the apartment block she would be staying in for the holidays, it rose twelve stories above the pavement of Cannery Warf and reeked of opulence. She had spent the rest of the day making good on her plan first she had visited every pawnbrokers in the West End’s Jewellery Quarter, selling necklaces she had transformed out of shoelaces. Then she went to a branch of Barclays bank to pay the money into the business account she had opened up in the name of Elizabeth Carter. She walked the short distance to the head office of the company who own the apartment block she was now standing in front of, she had leased the riverside of the fifth floor. Finally she went to say goodbye to Hermione Granger, her hair had been cut just above the shoulder straightened and dyed platinum blond, her wardrobe showed the sexy sophistication of a high powered business woman. For the next nine and a half weeks there was no war, no Voldemortses ses Harry Potter, she didn’t have to pick a side she was just a young woman who wanted to have some fun.

Hermione walked along the pavement of Soho Square, she had already visited four wine bars and was starting to lose her inhibitions, she couldn’t remember how many drinks she had had but she hadn’t paid for a single one, men were falling over each other to buy a drink for the beautiful and glamorous Elizabeth Carter.

She walked past a back street when something strange happened one minute the street ended in a solid brick wall the next a black door appeared in the middle of it, the sign above the door said The Black Cat Club. Hermione looked at the door suspiciously but something about it was drawing her towards it, she smiled to herself and walked through the door.
The moment she walked through the door she felt strange, her body was filled with a extraordinary tingling sensation swarming up and down her spine in waves making her feel relaxed and calm a sense of contentment and happiness filled her, she walked up to the bar and a large cocktail was placed in front of her.

“How much is that?” she asked the barman.

He smiled at her brightly, “ladies don’t pay in The Black Cat Club miss.”

She took a sip and walked away from the bar to mingle with the crowd. She scoured the room for someone interesting to talk to when she almost dropped her glass. Her eyes were focused on the last person she expected to see Lucius Malfoy was sat in a booth surrounded by four beautiful witches.

Hermione stood transfixed he was in good shape for a man in his early forties and was certainly a ladies man by the amount of attention he was getting. She jumped back a suddenly as she saw him returning her attention, but she could not look away she was transfixed by his eyes like a dear caught in a car headlights. He smiled at her so she smiled back then he got up and started to walk over. Butterflies danced around her stomach as she was filled with a mixture of apprehension, fear, and excitement, her smile grew to a grin, as he got closer.

“Miss Granger what a pleasant surprise,” he said, “I never expected to see you in a seedy place like this I thought you would be tucked up somewhere with Potter and Weasley.”

“The feelings mutual,” she scoffed, “I thought you would be locked up in a cell somewhere with Crabb and Goyle.”

“Touché,” Lucius smiled, “I wonder what the boy wonder would say if he saw you here talking to a known Death Eater?”

“My life is my own,” Hermione purred, “ I do what I choose and answer to no man,” she smiled at him wickedly, “besides I thought you being a Death Eater was just a tissue of lies made up to discredit Fudge.”

A broad smile filled the wizard’s face, “so you wouldn’t mind if an innocent man buys you a drink?”

“The great Lucius Malfoy buying a mudblood a drink,” she said dramatically.

“You’ve got me all wrong,” he smirked, “I admit that I have a problem with inferior wizards and witches joining our community bring down the standard, but you are as brilliant as you are beautiful, believe me there is a place for a witch of your quality at my table any day.”

Hermione looked back at the booth Lucius had just come from, “ I think your table is already a little crowded, I not used to sharing my wizards,” she said smiling. She was surprised by her forwardness, but the cocktail of alcohol and the auror given off by the room had completely removed her inhibitions, Hermione Granger was up for anything especially an attractive experienced wizard, it was even a bonus that he was extremely dangerous, the hint of risk heightened her arousal.

Lucius ran the back of his right hand down her cheek she closed her eyes as the sensation fused with her already heightened senses, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her body, “Hermione, this place is far too public to continue the evening I want to have with you.”

“I have an apartment on the other side of the river,” she purred her voice full of wanton lust.

“Nice place,” said Lucius as he entered the apartment.

“Thank you,” she said walking over to the bar, “would you like a drink?”

“Scotch would be nice,” he replied walking over to the sofa never taking his eyes of her.

Hermione felt a little self-conscious once the effects of the spell in the club had abated, she felt less sure about going through with her actions, but she knew full well the consequences of leading a Death Eater on then refusing to deliver.

“You seem nervous,” he commented, “is everything alright.”

She nodded as she walked back with the drinks, “this is my first time I thought it would be better being with someone with experience rather than thrashing around with a novice,” she breathed in deeply to gather her courage before continuing, “I’ve heard such horror stories about the first time, I just wanted mine to be special.”

“Leave the drinks,” he said, “you don’t want your first time to be spoiled by drink. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial, “here drink this it will clear your head, and remove the effects of the alcohol.”

No she thought it was going to be hard enough to do this with the effect of the spell at the club gone, if she was totally sober as well it would prove impossible, “
b-but I-it’s the drink that’s giving me the courage to do this I don’t know whether I can do it sober,” she stammered.
“Drink.”

She took the potion and downed it in one, her mind exploded as it cleared. What was goi going to do, she had the most dangerous Death Eater apart from Voldemort himself sitting on her sofa, and she had just asked him to take her virginity. Merlin she was dead, how could she do this, yes he was hot and he had been extremely nice to her, but it was Lucius frigging Malfoy. She took a deep breath and smiled at him brightly, “I think it was a mistake,” she said.

“You want me to leave?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“No, no, I mean being sober was a mistake I’m going to be far too self-conscious,” she babbled breathing heavily.

“What could you have to be worried about?” he asked, “you have a beautiful body any man in that room tonight would have given his right arm to be where I am now.”

He walked over and wrapped his hand in her shoulder length locks drawing her mouth to his. As he claimed her mouth all thought of Lucius Malfoy the Death Eater was gone his lips were tender yet passionate hungrily claiming the soft skin of her mouth and neck. His hands moved down skilfully exploring the bare skin afforded him by the halter-top of her dress, they finally found the clasp holding the dress in place releasing it allowing the liquid gold material to fall crashing to the floor.

Hermione opened her eyes as the caresses abruptly stopped, she was lying on the bed, and she thought that was strange because she never remembered leaving the lounge. Her eyes scoured the room until she saw Lucius quickly disrobing in the corner of the room. A smile filled her lips as she looked at his muscular body; she licked her lips with anticipatis shs she awaited his return.

She didn’t have to wait to long as he soon returned to the action taking hold of the left leg and placing soft kisses on her ankle as he removed her shoe. clo closed her eyes and her body rose in ecstasy as he played her body like a maestro bringing her to the edge of a crescendo before easing off to extend the pleasure. Her body became extremely sensitive and needy rising to meet his touch and morning the loss when his skilful hands and mouth moved to te ate another part of her body.

Finally he was ready their bodies joined together in an ultimate union of pleasure as he brought them to the edge of ecstasy and crashing down the other side. The feeling pleapleasure the completion was like nothing she had ever experienced before, he body had been played by a god and was forever ruined for mere mortals.

“So,” he said panting like crazy, “are you glad you gave your virginity to an expert?”

She shook her , “y, “you’ve ruined me for mortal men,” she said, “how is anybody else supposed to satisfy me after that.”
He smiled at her smugly, “then my dear you’ll just have to stick to the experts.”

“But you’re a Death Eater and I’m a mudblood,” she said, “You hate me and everything I stand for just like I hate what you stand for.”

“My dear this is sex,” he replied, “A physical attraction, we’re not here choosing life partners, this apartment is a neutral zone the war does not exist here.”

“So you expect this to go on for the rest of the holiday?” she asked taken aback by his comments.

“I expect nothing,” he replied, “either of us can end it at a moments notice, with no hard feelings, buwoulwould like it to go on indefinitely. It is rare to find a creature with the beauty and passion you posses, once I have taste such a succulent fruit I am loathed to give it up.”

“But once the holidays are over I will return to Hogworts how can we possibly continue?” she asked looking at him with a confused look on her face.

You let me worry about that,” he said as he rose from the bed, “I have to go.”

She watched eagerly as he walked to the corner of the room and got dressed, “when will you be back?” she asked.
He shook his head, “there are no prom, we, we are both busy people, we will meet when we can both make time, I will be back when I’m free,” with that he walked over and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

She watched with regret as he walked to the door he turned and stopped for a moment to get one last look at her beautiful naked body before heading out of the door.


The next week went quickly Hermione kept herself busy visiting all the libraries in the area, and eating at some of the best restaurants in the country, but every time she would come back the apartment her hope would be dashed when she found he wasn’t there. Just as she had finally given up on ever seeing him again, she opened the door to find him sitting on the sofa.

Her heart started racing ten to the dozen as she looked into his silver eyes, now don’t look too desperate, she thought to herself, you need to keep a shred of dignity. “Lucius glad you could make it she,” said walking over to pour herself a glass of red wine.

“Hermione I’m sorry I could not come by sooner but I’ve been really busy,” he said walking over and rubbing his hands down her back.

Her eyes closed as she lent into his caress, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing against her body, “that’s alright,” she said, “I’ve been really busy too there is just so much to see in London I don’t think I’ll ever have time to see it all.”
“Good my sweet,” he said, nibbling gently at her earlobe, sending her wild with animal passion, “I wouldn’t want to think of you stuck here all alone waiting patiently for me to arrive.”

“At first when I came back from a day out I would wonder whether or not you would be here and be slightly disappointed when you weren’t,” she chastised herself inwardly for that slip she had wanted to remain the strong one try and control the situation but she had just given a large slice of it over to him.

She turned as he walked away watching go over to the sofa and get his wand, “I want to do something different today,” said it’s a little exercise in trust.

“What is it?” she asked, looking at him sheepishly.

“I want to cast a binding spell on your eyes so that you can’t see what I’m doing,” he said showing her the wand, “the lack of sight heightens the other senses making the event more pleasurable, and it strengthens the bond of trust between us.”

“W-what if I don’t want you tohe ahe asked looking at him with horror in her eyes.

“That’s ok,” he said, “I you don’t want to continue our little games then that’s fine, I’ll get my coat and leave.”

Hermione’s eyes fell to the floor, “I don’t want you to leave.”

He walked over to her and lifted her head so that he was looking directly into her at her he kissed her gently on the lips, “Close your eyes,” she meekly obliged. He mumbled an incantation and her eyes were sealed, no matter how hard she tried, they would not open.

Lucius’ skilled hands soon disrobed her so that she was standing naked in the middle of the room. The room goes silent as he waits for what seems an age doing nothing just looking longingly at the perfect pure body.

Hermione jumped when his wand finally touched her skin, it was giving off small electrical impulses that were stimulating her nerve ends sending surges of pleasure flowing through her body. As he started by moving the wand gently down the side of her cheek, the pleasure started building in her body taking her to a heightened state of arousal. Hermione moaned wantonly as the wand started to trace the underside of her breasts increasing the intensity of her arousal, she gasped as the wand moved upwards to circle her nipples making them so hard she thought they were going to burst.

“Yes, yes,” she groaned moving her body to increase the pressure of the contact. Her body jerked as Lucius removed the wand and brought it whipping back to smack across the highly sensitive skin of her breasts. Floods of pain and pleasure intermingled in through her body. She began to panic what had she let her self in for and why was she enjoying it. She had planned to make this holiday a journey of discovery, a chance to find the real Hermione Granger, but she never expected to find such a base and animalistic creature, writhing in ecstasy at the cocktail of pleasure and pain flooding her body as Lucius continued his sadistic game.

Hermione felt herself being lifted into the air a he carried her the short distance to the bedroom. She listened carefully as she heard him removing his clothes in the corner. Then he joined her on the bed and deftly finished the evening’s entertainment.

“Finite,” Hermione feels the binding spell on her eyes being lifted, but she keeps her eyes closed for a few minutes, she opens them and sees Lucius getting dressed in the corner.

He walks over and gives her a tender but passionate kiss, “I have to go, but I promise I won’t leave it as long next time.”
She smiled at him weakly, “I’ll be here.”

It was a simple statement but she knew it was a sign of submission. He had taken her to a new place tonight, she had proven that she would sink to nearly any depths to receive the pleasure his skilful hands afforded her body. She wonders what perversions their next encounter would entail how low she would really sink to satisfy her craving.