Power Struggle

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A/N: This is my first HP fic ever... I\'ve never even attempted one but my friend challenged me to write a Lucius/Hermione for her and I didn\'t have the heart to say no! Anyway, *all* feedback will be appreciated, especially con crit. No flames though, they won\'t be tolerated as they\'re nothing but mean insults which nobody needs to hear.

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--Lucius POV--


I can\'t wait for her to see who her new master is, who she is going to belong to until the day she dies from either cruelty or starvation. Hermione Granger, the ultimate war prize, the most prominent prisoner of war. She had been promised to me since before I went to Azkaban in Draco\'s fifth year, since I had seen the beginning stages of her body\'s development, seen the way that her hips flared out slightly and her legs looked underneath her shapeless robes.


It had driven me to distraction whilst I was in that hell hole of a prison and I plan on punishing her for it, for making me lust for her. I shouldn\'t be, lusting is for the weak and I am most certainly not weak. She\'s a Mudblood that needs to be taken care of, who needs to be shown her place in the world. By the time I\'m through with her, she\'ll be begging me for death and I won\'t even allow her that small mercy. No, my reputation for pain is rather impressive and although I know I\'ll have to be more gentle with her at first, she\'s going to be my new toy.


I hear a crack as the Ministry officials arrive and I hear a shriek of anger as the girl realises where she is. She\'s just turned eighteen and I find myself intrigued to see if I was right about her body. They drag her into the study and her eyes turn fearful when she sees me watching her, I suspect that she thought Draco had claimed her. As much as he\'s my own flesh and blood, the boy wouldn\'t have a clue what to do with a young woman like this. \"No!\" she says suddenly, struggling against the magical manacles again, pulling at them hard. \"Please, I-I\'d rather slave with the other Muggleborns.\" she pleads, trying to get any sort of reaction from her guardians.


\"You\'re late.\" I said imperiously to the large men holding her, half-bloods I believe. The Dark Lord has restructured the Ministry to fit his needs and has replaced all of the Mudblood staff with Pureblooded substitutes, the way it should always have been. \"Get out of my sight.\" I bark and they leave, quickly walking through the heavy wood doors, shutting them behind them. \"Miss Granger.\" I say maliciously, watching her eyes burn with anger. \"I take it you didn\'t expect me?\" I ask.


She trembles and I instinctively know its from a mixture of anger and fear, the witch being braver than I had expected. My last toys were already crying and begging by this point. \"No.\" she grits out. \"I had hoped never to see you again in my life.\" she says viciously. I like her spirit, I can\'t wait to provoke her to breaking point.


I rise from my desk and move towards where she is magically bound, my eyes greedily taking in her body. I can already see that my predictions were right, she has a narrow waist and soft hips, her breasts not as considerable as I had hoped but I know she\'s been underfed for at least a month. Her face is passably pretty, still slightly rounded from her youth and her hair is still as bushy and disorderly as I remember. \"Now now, don\'t be too hasty. You could have gone to far worse wizards than me.\" I tell her, even we both know that I\'m lying. Only the top Death Eaters even got to petition for this witch and Voldemort had already promised her.


She stands tall and looks me in the eye. \"Then I\'d rather have gone to them.\" she says sweetly, surprised when I reach out to her, shying away.


\"Not so brave now, are we?\" I ask tauntingly as my fingers touch the smooth soft skin of her face before trailing down to cup her breast through the barrier of her clothes, Hermione looking at me in outrage. \"Very nice indeed.\" I tell her and her feet shift. I know she\'d kick me if she could manage it and I certainly know that if she had her wand, I\'d have been hexed into pieces, literally. However, I have the power in this relationship and I know exactly how to play her. I consider telling her that if she\'s nice to me then I\'ll be nice in return but I dismiss the thought, if she\'s so bloody intelligent then she can figure it out herself. \"Follow me.\" I tell her, releasing the binds on her feet.


She hesitates but a swift look at my uncompromising face makes her walk, dawdling along and looking at the portraits as we go. \"I know what you\'re going to do.\" she tells me confidently as we climb the stairs onto the first floor. I raise an eyebrow at her and she shrugs, following me the rest of the way in silence.


I open one of the doors and motion for her to walk in, the young woman throwing me a nervous glance and walking through, almost flattening herself on the other side of the wall in her need to be far from me. I don\'t mind too much at the moment, I know that the worst thing I could do to her is make her enjoy what I do to her, so naturally it\'s what I\'m going to do. I quickly appraise her as she stands in front of me, my eyes tracing the curve of her arse, faintly shown through the heavy material of her skirt. \"Why are we here?\" she asks.


I\'m starting to realise why Severus Snape hated her in his class. She can\'t stop asking questions. I\'d cast a Silencing spell on her but I want to hear her screams and moans later, whether she wants me to or not. I sigh in exasperation and look at her, noticing the suspicion that is plain to see on her face. \"This is your room.\" I say, as if stating the obvious.


\"*I\'m* a slave. Slaves don\'t get rooms.\" she says flatly, turning to look at me in disbelief, her mouth set in a straight line as she tries to analyse me. She won\'t be able to ever understand me, it\'s one of the things that makes me rather dangerous to my enemies, I\'m totally unpredictable.


I smirk. \"Malfoy slaves do and as you are *my* property, then you shall have your own room. I should warn you that there are heavy wards on this room and should you even think about trying to escape, I\'ll know before you move a step.\" I inform her loftily, seeing the expression of dislike gather on her face like a storm cloud. \"Understood?\"


\"Perfectly.\" she says in a strangled voice before she looks around the room, taking in what will be her home until she dies. It\'s simple by anyone\'s standards, with merely a single bed, a wardrobe and a mirror in the room. There is an adjoining bathroom with a bath and a toilet, but it\'s nothing fancy and certainly not up to my standards. I did this for myself as well, so I\'d never be tempted to find her in the night time. \"I have, Well-I have a favour to ask of you.\" she says.


I raise an eyebrow. \"What a surprise.\" I say sarcastically, smirking at she exhales loudly, her nostrils flaring slightly. \"Well?\" I snap.


She looks me in the eyes. \"I want you to promise that your son won\'t come near me. I\'ll tolerate you, *barely*, but I don\'t want him anywhere near me.\" she tells me and I almost smile in joy. She\'s just told me the worst thing she possibly could, how to control her. All I\'ll have to do is mention Draco and she\'ll be performing backflips to please me.


I shrug. \"I can\'t promise anything on my son\'s behalf. He lives here and I have no intention of limiting his access to his home.\" I tell her before turning to leave the room. \"Oh, go wash and change into some fresh clothes.\" I say, looking at the rags that once constituted as her school uniform with disdain. \"Another thing Miss Granger... You\'re to address me as \'Master\' unless I tell you otherwise. If you don\'t then it will only result in discipline. Do you understand?\" I ask, not really caring if she does or not. I\'m sure I\'ll be able to discipline her about something anyway.


She nods and I see her hands ball into fists. \"Yes master.\" she hisses before storming into the bathroom and out of sight. It\'s only as I shut the door and put up the wards and protection spells that I allow myself to smile at her behaviour and daydream about what I\'m going to put her through over the next couple of days.

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