Wicked Games

Her slim hand rested on the cold metal doorknob for a moment, and some inward voice screamed at her if she did this she would be lost forever. Every sound in the room was amplified, from the slow ticking of the clock on the far wall, to the crackling and popping of the fire which illuminated the room, and caused more shadows then should be possible. She turned the doorknob slowly, the audible click of the latch sending a shiver down her back. The door opened noiselessy, and she stepped into the poorly lit room, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the difference, and then focusing on the figure laying casually on the bed. She closed the door behind her, and as it clicked shut some small part screamed for her to run while there was still time, but she ignored it. She unbuttoned her cloak and laid it on the back of a chair, and loosed her long, chestnut hair from the ribbon that held it back, dropping it to the dirty floor and advancing on the figure in the bed, licking her lips to show she was willing to do whatever he wished. He chuckled darkly, and motioned for her to come closer.

She obeyed without question, her heart beating loudly in her chest, and it seemed to her that he must be able to hear it as well.

\"Undress for me, show me what my money has paid for.\" She did as he asked , and his eyes watched her hungrily as she divested herself of her clothing, dropping them heedlessly on the dirty floor to join her ribbon, and soon stood naked before him, awaiting whatever he had in mind.

\"I can see that Malubis was correct when he said you were well worth the money I paid for you, but the question remains...\"

She froze suddenly and waited for him to continue, which he did, after running a rather large hand down her chest and squeezing her breast as one might inspect a horse for sale. \"What will you do for me?\"

She swallowed a lump and raise her head to meet his gaze, hands clenched at her sides to prevent them from trembling. \"Anything you wish, my liege.\" Malubis had made certain she knew how to respond to such questions, although it had taken him nearly twice as long to \'learn her\' as he so quaintly put it, then it had any other girl. The man nodded absently, and pulled his hand away abruptly. \"Get on the bed on your hands and knees.\"

His tone of voice was cold and hard, and she obeyed instantly, knowing whatever he was going to do to her could be no worse then what would happen if she refused to obey. A new year, in less then four hours, and she was a whore. Harry would be so proud. She thought bitterly as she climbed on the bed and positioned herself as he had instructed her to do.

He chuckled and walked up behind her, running his hand on the firm mounds of flesh that his eyes feasted on and then with a wicked grin, he raised his hand and struck her with enough force to send her head butting into the headboard. He watched her for her reaction, hand poised to do a bit more then slap if necessary.

She bit back a moan of pain and gripped the bedspread securely, eyes closed tightly and mouth in a firm line. Keep your mouth shut Granger, and it will soon be over.

He raised his hand back up, but this time made a sweep over his face, revealing chiseled features and long blond hair cascading over his shoulders. He chuckled again and leaned forward slightly.

He grabbed her forearm and whipped her around, smiling when he heard the surprised gasp come from her lips. She stuttered out his name, trying suddenly to wrench her arm from his steel grasp. \"Malfoy...Lucius Malfoy...but they said...they said you died in the last battle...\"

He sneered at her, and tightened his grip, pulling her close enough so he could almost taste the fear emanating from her, which only made him want her more. \"Ms. Granger, how low the mighty have fallen. Ministry not paying enough these days?\"

She flinched and ceased her struggles to get her arm away, looking at his hand as it dug into her arm and left indentations in the smooth, pale flesh. \"You know as well as I do with Voldemort in charge now, the ministry is disbanded. Malubis has made sure I am reminded of that fact nearly every day. His virgin whore.\" She spit out angrily, eyes flashing briefly with sadness, and the knowledge she was not only going to lose her virginity as a paid woman, but it was to be Lucius Malfoy who took it. Not how I was planning to spend my New Year.

He pulled his free hand back and struck her full on the face, hissing at her. \"Mudblood filth! How dare you speak his name!\"

She shook her head and some of her old fire leaked back in past the months of conditioning to be subservient she had been subjected to. \"If I am such filth, why did you specifically request me, Lucius?\" She drawled his given name out and braced herself for the hand she was sure would be forthcoming at her insolence.

He raised his hand to hit her again, but stopped short. This was why he had asked specifically for her, after all. That fire, that passion that had intrigued him for years. Mudblood or not, she had matured into a beautiful specimen of womanhood, and he licked his lips in anticipation of breaking her....to being her first, and he wanted her to never have another man touch her, whether it be in pleasure or as a bought woman, without thinking of him.

She saw him stop his hand and looked at him, puzzled. He noticed her look, and loosed his grip on her arm slightly, pulling her against him, and lowering his lips to hers. He kissed her softly, the hand that had struck her moments before threading through the wavy mess of chestnut that adorned her head.

She froze for a moment, before returning the kiss just as softly, her full lips pressing into his, and her full breasts pushing at the fabric of his shirt.

He wrenched away from her, wondering if he had suddenly taken leave of his senses, and pushed her back on the bed. \"Get up, and undress me. I want to watch you as you discover the body of the Death Eater who will take your virginity.\" He smirked at her, eyes flashing humourlessly.

She did as she was asked, as she had been taught to do these months after she had been captured during one of the final battles, when she had give up hope of being allowed to live, and as the days turned into weeks and then months she had wished she would die. Malubis had made sure she would be subservient, beating her daily and denying her food. Angry thoughts swum through her head as she took first his shirt off, then his trousers, folding them neatly and placing them on the same chair her cloak had been tossed on. She kept her hands doing as they should, but her mind thought back to when she had been told Lucius Malfoy was dead. They had celebrated afterwards, although it had been a sober one, as they had lost many of those they loved in the same battle. And now here he stood, naked in front of her, and they were still dead.

He watched her undress him, frowning, noticing her mind was elsewhere, and he was overcome with a violent desire to take her right there, shoved against the wall, no pleasure, no slowness. He stilled his anger at her distant mind, and when he was undressed he pulled her to him gently, bending his mouth to her neck and kissing softly. She would scream his name out when he was finished, and then he would leave her as alone as her and the others had left him when they had allowed Draco to foolishly fight alongside them, and then had left his son to die while they rescued the Mudblood.

She shivered as his lips caressed her neck, her body warming to his touch and her mind fighting it and reminding her that this was Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater and servant of the Dark Lord. His lips trailed down to her breasts and captured her nipple in his hot mouth, licking and nibbling, and a warmth she had never felt before coursed down between her legs, and despite herself she moaned, arching into his mouth slightly.

Such a responsive creature she was, almost a shame, really. He thought idly as he trailed his lips down her chest, and then suddenly kneeled in front of her and breathed lightly on her center, loving the small noise of pleasure that escaped her mouth and the tiny thrust her hips made toward him. He placed his hands on her tiny hips and held her still, looking up at her, his blond hair falling slightly in front of his face and giving him a wild, hungry look.

She looked down at him, and was struck suddenly just how perfect he looked. His face was chiseled as though from marble, and the pale skin shone like the moon in the firelight. His body did not show his age at all, toned and muscles rippling through his chest and arms, just enough to give him the look of a Roman god. As these thoughts went through her mind she tried to force them out by remembering the awful things he had done, and how Draco had died fighting to make sure Voldemort and his own father were stopped, but when he captured her heat with his mouth, those thoughts went rushing from her head and she groaned loudly, burying her fingers in his thick hair and tightening her grip as he began to probe her with his tongue.

Gods, what a sight she was, arching her head back, eyes closed, thrusting into his mouth as he pleasured her. He continued for a while longer, until he could sense she was nearing the edge, and then pulled away and stood up, kissing her hungrily, wanting her to taste herself on his tongue as he wrapped it around hers and sucked at her, his erection responding even more at the breathy little noises she was making.

And she returned his kiss, tasting the combination of herself and him entering her slightly kiss bruised lips, she found herself wondering why he was being so...un-Lucius with her, and pulled back slightly, her breath coming in throaty gasps, and murmured to him. \"Why like this Lucius?\" His fist name felt strange on her lips, but at the same time felt good to say, and she wondered briefly if she had been completely driven insane by her captor, and this was all just some horribly lucid hallucination.

He looked at her a moment, and then decided he had nothing to lose by telling her the truth. He waved a hand absently at the fire, making it roar high and providing a bit more warmth in the room, and pulled her down on the bed next to him, letting his hands explore her body as he spoke. \"I know they saved you and let Draco die.\" He let his words sink in and ran his hand softly down her cheekbone, his thumb tracing along her lips and down her chin to her neck.

She gasped and shook her head. All this time, he had thought that. How it must have eaten at his already dark soul. His only son betrays him, and then the ones he ran to left him to die. \"It, it didn\'t happen like that.\"

He stopped his hand on her throat and let it lay there, a seemingly innocent gesture, if not for the situation, and the man whose hand it was. \"Oh really? Pray tell, Hermione, what happened?\" The hurt shone in his eyes for just a moment, and made him look...almost human. His hand was still resting on her throat, but he trailed the other one down her chest and teased her nipples almost playfully as he waited for her to speak.

\"He, he stepped in front of me, took a curse meant for me, and when I tried to save him, he, he wouldn\'t let me. Kept saying that \'he\' would never forgive him if anything happened to me.\" She sighed and tried not to remember what he had looked like at the end. \"I assumed he meant Harry, so I went, but they promised me they were going right back in after him. And they lied.\" She spit the last three words out almost bitterly. There had been a lot of lies towards the end, and she always thought that that was the main reason they had lost. And it stung. The clock chimed the hour just then, and she listened, counting, and was amazed to hear it was eleven. One hour and the New Year will have begun.

Lucius listened silently, and felt a sudden stirring in his heart, a tugging he thought long dead, buried over the past year. Even at the end, Draco had thought of him, had remembered the drunken confession he had given him one night not long before he had joined the light. It was him who had admonished his son to make sure Hermione was kept safe during the Death Eater attacks, his words replaying in his head as he lay there, his hand now trailing down to her heat and rubbing gently. She is what I would choose, if I had the choice, Draco. Draco had gaped his mouth in surprise at his fathers admission, but kept silent and allowed him to continue speaking. Fire and passion, and intelligence, and so beautiful now... Draco had whispered softly to his father then, asked why her, why a Mudblood, and Lucius had snorted and took another long drink. Because I think, if given other circumstances, she would be the only one who could love me for what I was, and accept my faults and allow me to redeem myself.

He shook his head to dislodge these painful memories as a small moan escaped her, and looked at her small form laying next to him. He kissed her, and whispered into her lips. \"This was all supposed to be a game, you know. A delicious, wicked game.\"

She blinked and looked at him, puzzlement clearly showing on her face. \"Was?\"

Damn her to hell, and him too he supposed, but he couldn\'t do this anymore, not after learning his son had died protecting a woman he had professed to love one drunken night. \"I won\'t do this to you, not tonight, not ever. If you want me, then you can have me, but not like this.\" He inhaled and waited for her answer, knowing assuredly what it would be. He looked briefly at the clock and noticed it was twenty minutes after, and then he looked back at her, willing her to say something.

After his words sunk in, it took her a moment to compose her thoughts, and when she spoke it was in a hushed voice. \"It was you? Draco was talking about you?\" She swallowed a lump when he nodded, the sadness evident on his face, and she wondered what had possessed him to make this admission to her, when he could most surely take her, for she was paid for and his by a long standing arrangement. She ran her finger down his cheek and shivered at how cool he felt under her fingertips, as though she was touching a sculpture in ice, and not a living man at all. \"I always wondered what it would be like to touch your face. For years, when I would pass you in the Ministry, before things fell apart, i would want to run my fingers along your cheek, and touch you to see if you were as hard as you appeared.\"

He let out his breath in a giant exhale, and buried his face into her neck, kissing softly. \"Strange what desire will make foolish people do.\"

She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, loving the way the silken tresses felt slipping through her fingers. \"A Mudblood, Lucius? And a whore, now. Would you want me now?\"

He lifted his head up and looked at her, and then at the clock when it chimed the half-hour. \"A new year, and a new start Hermione. I tire of hiding, tire of being alone, and bloodlines mean nothing to someone who has no one. Not the son I lost and then lost again, not the woman I\'ve loved from afar for years, and kept at bay with snide remarks and cruelty. I didn\'t want to want you, but I do.\" He seemed stunned by his own admission, and lowered his head slightly, hoping she realized what this meant for him to say...what he was renouncing after so many years, what it may cost them both.

She stifled a gasp and cupped his chin, lifting his face and kissing him softly. \"I never dreamed that I\'d love somebody like you. But...I think I could Lucius, if things were different.\"

\"Things can be different. I can make them so...we can make them so. We can turn the tide, change what fate has given us.\" He returned her kiss softly, and moaned softly when this time she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. Could it be so easy? All the years of pain and death wiped away, all because he had not been able to stay away from her?

She pressed up against him and whimpered, and he let his hand slip down to stroke her heat. He pulled back from the kiss just enough to speak. \"If I take you, you will be mine forever. I am a jealous man, and I will never allow another to touch you. Ever.\" His eyes glowed angrily for a moment, and she reached her hand out to stroke his hardness, unable to still her hand.

\"Take me then, Lucius.\" She glanced at the clock and noticed the New Year was less then fifteen minutes away now. \"Make me enter the New Year as yours alone, a new start to a new life.\"

He groaned then, a hungry, animal like sound which sent shivers through her, and moved so he was above her, and slowly lowered himself into her, stopping and letting her adjust to accommodate his girth, kissing her face and neck and teasing her nipples with one hand, and supporting himself with the other. When he felt her loosen around him, he thrust into her with a grunt, and was pleased when her look of shock and pain turned to one of pleasure and amazement. \"Oh gods, Lucius...\"

He began to move inside her, slower at first as she became used to him inside her, and then faster when she wrapped her legs around his waist with sheer abandon, and raked her nails down her back as he hit her nub each and every time he thrust into her. Soon, she was once again nearing her orgasm, and he growled low in his throat as he held off until she quivered underneath him and screamed out his name, and only then did he release himself into her, her words and her tightening walls causing him to lose his control, and he collapsed on top of her as the clock struck the hour.

He tried to catch his breath, and captured her lips in a kiss, smiling as he did so. \"Happy New Year, Hermione.\" And a new life for the both of us, whatever that may entail.

She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair, still thinking this may just be a dream, but hoping if it was she would never wake up from it. \"Happy New Year Lucius.\" A new life for me, and I am to share it with you. The whole world was about to change, and no one could save her but him.

He rolled over and pulled her with him, waving his hand and cleaning both them and the bed up, and then pulling the blankets over the both of them. He watched her as she tried to keep her eyes open and watch him, and chuckled quietly. \"We\'ll figure out what exactly to do in the morning, but I won\'t ever leave you Hermione.\" Too much time was wasted already. He closed his eyes and pulled her closer, running his hand softly on her hair.

She closed her eyes as well as soon her breathing evened out and she slept peacefully in his arms. It took sleep awhile longer to find him, and when he finally drifted off, arms tightening around the small creature he held, the last thought in his mind was jumbled and broken, but left him with a smile on his face as he slept. Mine after all these years, and I\'ll never let you go...