Betrayal

Author’s note: This story is set three years after DH; epilogue ignored. Although, this is a one-shot, PSP,(plot some plot) in its own right it will also function as the first chapter to a D/Hr multi-chaptered story entitled: Redemption. This chapter contains dubious consent.

"I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man's being unable to sit still in a room." ~Blaise Pascal


Lucius could hear them shouting. Unfortunately, from the leather wingback he was ensconced, three floors down, in the parlor off the entry hall he couldn’t decipher a word between them. Nursing his Scotch an amused smile began to form on his lips as he thought all they ever did was fight and fuck. Apparently, Miss Granger joining them for dinner did little to damper the couple’s usual routine; unless her actions that evening were the cause of the row.

The argument wasn’t his problem. If she wanted to play the coquette so as to rile Draco up that was between them. Pity her actions riled him up as well. Especially, now that he was alone and would have to take the matter into his own hands.

The sound of a bedroom door slamming roused him from his rapidly declining mood. Apparently, one of them had decided to leave. Although his face remained passive he was surprised when his son passed the parlor’s open door and intrigued by the icy glare he received as he left. Draco’s exit was further punctuated by the resounding bang of the front door. Well, his son was certainly livid as there was no reason, other than making a scene, why he couldn’t have directly apparated from any room within the manor.

He wondered why she hadn’t left yet. Both knew if Draco hadn’t come straight back that he wouldn’t be back; not tonight anyhow. He glanced at his watch; it was forty minutes later, maybe she didn’t know. His devious mind began to tempt him at the thought of her ignorance; maybe you needn’t satisfy yourself it whispered.

Lucius quickly finished the remainder of his Scotch as his musings began to solidify into a concrete plan. He knew he had some Polyjuice potion so all he needed was a bit of hair from his son. He tapped the head of his cane thoughtfully; he would check his son’s cloaks first. He strode to the cloak room with purpose and once there he took out his wand and cast a silent Accio Draco’s hair deftly catching them in his left palm. He shook his head at the hairs in his hand; he really thought he taught his son better.

“Tippy,” he called to summon his house-elf. A faint pop was heard before a meek voice greeted Lucius.

“Master is calling for Tippy, Sir?” the tiny elf asked.

“Go get me exactly what Draco was wearing tonight,” he said in a commanding, although still quiet, voice.

“Yes, Master,” Tippy replied and in a wink he was gone.

In a matter of moments the elf had reappeared with the allotted clothes, staggering under their weight.

“Set them on the chair,” Lucius ordered.

“Is Master needing anything else?” Tippy questioned.

“No, leave,” he curtly said.

Grabbing the pile of clothes he apparated directly to the potions lab so as to eliminate the chance of being spotted. With deft fingers he quickly grabbed a vial of Polyjuice potion adding a bit of hair. When the potion turned silver he divested himself of clothes and downed the potion in one go; repressing a shudder. Once transformed he dressed quickly; deciding to forego wearing the cloak in case Draco had removed it earlier. Checking his watch he noted the time and smirked as he saw his new reflection in a nearby mirror. Mindful of the time limitations on this potion he apparated directly outside of the third floor guest room that usually hosted their liaisons. Without knocking he entered.

He noticed her lounging on the bed looking irritated, though lovely, in a red silk robe that did little to cover her magnificent body before she turned her head and exclaimed, “Draco,” in a surprised, airy voice; at the sound of the door closing.

Lucius was quite shocked that she addressed him thusly as she never addressed his son in his presence and Draco had specifically told him that she called him Malfoy in public. Taking a cue from her he said, “Hermione,” amusedly in greeting.

Hermione began to sit up and pursed her lips, “so you just thought we would kiss and make up? Hmm?” she said in a deceptively amicable voice as she stroked her cheek with one manicured fingernail in false consideration.

“Something like that,” he said arrogantly; cocking his head to the side, while the look in his eyes said kissing was the last thing on his mind.

“You aren’t angry anymore?” she questioned tentatively as his casual demeanor made her suspicious.

He narrowed his eyes at her and replied, “I can be angry with you and still want to fuck you; you know.”

Hermione gave him a disapproving look while she silently assessed the situation. The pompous attitude wasn’t uncharacteristic; but after that particular fight she was almost certain he wouldn’t want to fuck until it was resolved. She had a feeling this wasn’t Draco.

Plastering on a fake sweet smile she began to placate “Draco” in soothing tones, “I wouldn’t actually proposition your father, Draco; I just thought the Polyjuice idea would be fun.”

Outwardly, Lucius gave a disapproving scowl and crossed his arms. But, the idea that Miss Granger wanted him, in some capacity, did nothing but intensify his desire.
His muted reaction had alarm bells sounding in her head. And she knew exactly how to find out if her suspicions were true.

“I used Polyjuice for you; you have to reciprocate sometime,” Hermione mentioned imploringly. She had never used the potion for him and Draco would certainly call her on it.

“You’re right. Would you still like me to transform into my father?” he asked begrudgingly.

Hermione was now positive this wasn’t Draco; but she was willing to play along.

“I would like that very much,” she said brightly.

“I’ll return shortly,” he said before he disapparated. He stopped in the potions lab to grab the potion before apparating to his room to get some hair. He quickly downed the vile potion again; though this time he remained in his current attire.

He walked in with arrogance; though it wasn’t anything like the swagger Draco occasionally possessed. Although Hermione appeared calm the sight of Lucius Malfoy quickened her heartbeat and stilled her breath.

“You’ll have to change,” Hermione said when she saw him.

“What?” Lucius asked with a hint of annoyance. He really didn’t want to take any more potion because the girl couldn’t decide which Malfoy she wanted to engage.

“Your clothes,” she replied, “you still look too much like Draco,” she said in explanation when he raised an eyebrow in query.

“Shall I fetch his wand as well?” Lucius asked haughtily.

“Of course not; I want you to fuck me, not curse me,” she replied wryly.

That comment received an amused smile and he put up one finger as if to say, “alright, one moment then,” before he left to change into his own clothes.

When he entered the guest bedroom for the second time he received a stronger reaction if Miss Granger’s sharp intake of breath and blatant stare were anything to go by.

“You look exactly like him,” she said faintly as she kneeled on the bed; beginning to realize the gravity of the situation.

“That is how Polyjuice potion works, Miss Granger,” he said patronizingly.

“I’m very well aware, Mr. Malfoy,” she snapped heatedly; forgetting for a moment that this wasn’t a normal conversation.

“You needn’t work yourself up, Miss Granger, not yet,” he teased. “Call me Lucius,” he said as an afterthought.

“I can’t,” Hermione muttered.

“Does my father intimidate you, Hermione?” Lucius asked curiously.

Instead of answering the question Hermione said, “It’s a bit disconcerting,” before taking a fortifying breath and standing up off the bed. She walked forward slowly, but surely, until there was about a foot in between before she loosened the tie on her robe and slipped it off of her shoulders allowing the material to pool at her feet. Shrouded in nothing but her black lace bra and panties she coyly looked up through her lashes and asked, “Do you like my body, Mr. Malfoy?”

“Yes, you have a gorgeous body Miss. Granger,” he answered huskily; while his eyes roamed over her scantily clad form.

“I do believe you are over dressed,” Hermione chided playfully. “Unless all you planned on doing was looking?” she asked with mock seriousness.

“Hardly,” Lucius stated dryly; their eyes meeting for the first time in a minute.

As he began to undress he noticed her eyes traveling in tandem with his fingers, button by button, as he revealed his pristine white skin. Her eyes were like an aphrodisiac and his arousal only heightened when her pink tongue moistened her lips in one fluid motion.

He desperately wanted to touch her so he began to move forward only to realize that she was retreating backwards. Sending a curious glance her way he continued to stalk her wordlessly. The girl genuinely seemed surprised when the back of her thighs hit the bed and forced her to sit, eyes wide.

“Having second thoughts, Miss. Granger?” he questioned with a cluck of his tongue.

“No,” she murmured.

“Good,” Lucius said deeply, looking pleased, as he slowly ran both hands up the outsides of her thighs maintaining eye contact.

It wasn’t the most overtly sexual of touches but the intensity of his gaze had desire pooling low in her stomach. Regretting the fact that he wasn’t wearing a tie so that she might yank him on top of her she grabbed him by his belt instead and pulled him between her now parted thighs.

“Eager?” he queried; as he pushed her flat on her back to get on top.

A barely recognizable, “Hmm hmm,” was the only vocal response he got in reply; as her legs tightened around his frame. A quiet moan escaped her mouth as he shifted his body so as to position them more firmly on the bed.

“Touch me,” Hermione said forcibly between kissing his neck.

Although he was enjoying the squirming, demanding girl beneath him he didn’t seem able to continue; at least not in the bed that she shared with his son.

Raking his right hand up to her breast he began to tease her through the fabric while his left hand slid up her back so as to bring her into a seated position again. Her eyes which had been closed in pleasure opened with confusion. When he began to slide off of her to stand up she made a disgruntled noise in the back of her throat trapping his legs against the side of the mattress by encircling her feet around the back of his knees.

“I have an idea,” he said in reply to her displeasure.

“Me too, get back on top of me,” she said pointedly; putting subtle pressure behind his knees to forewarn that she could force him on top of her. Before she could carry out her silent threat he pulled her up by her armpits so that she either had to cling to him as he walked or drop her feet to the floor. She dropped her feet to the floor in order to maintain some dignity. Once she was standing quite steadily, Lucius grabbed her right hand and began to pull her along.

“Where are we going?” Hermione questioned alarmed.

“My father’s room,” he replied simply.

“Where?” she said again as she was shocked by his answer.

“My father’s room,” Lucius said slowly as if he was speaking to someone who lacked sense.

They were before Lucius’ bedroom door quite quickly as it was only three doors down and across the hall from the guest room. He opened the door and crossed the threshold, still holding Hermione’s hand, when he came to a sudden stop because she had refused to move into the room. Even though she knew this was Lucius, going into his bedroom seemed so wrong.

“I don’t think your father would like us in his bed,” she referred evasively to the potential lascivious nature of their activities with a pointed look.

“We don’t have to have sex in the bed, how about against the wall?” he said with a grin.

“Are all Malfoy’s incorrigible?” Hermione asked.

“Yes,” Lucius retorted breezily.

With a sigh she allowed Lucius to pull her into the room closing the door with his free hand.

“Bed or wall?” he said quickly; too quickly.

“Pardon?” she inquired, quirking an eyebrow.

“Bed or wall?” He reiterated with a growl of impatience as he thought she was teasing.

“Bed,” he said aloud answering his own question.

“Now who’s impatient?” She sing-songed.

This time he backed up so he could sit on the edge of the bed pulling Hermione on top of his lap. When he suddenly moved his hands off of her waist she steadied herself by placing her hands on his shoulders and squeezing her thighs. Without prompting he began to kiss her neck hungrily as he snaked his hands up to undo her bra. Throwing it haphazardly over her shoulder his gaze settled on her breasts.

“You have lovely tits,” he said fondly.

Hermione leaned close to his ear and whispered seductively, “They feel even better than they look, Mr. Malfoy.”

“And such a nice, firm arse,” he continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted; punctuating his compliment with a squeeze of his hands.

Wanting more skin on skin contact Hermione began to undo his belt and the fastenings on his trousers.

Flipping Hermione over onto her back, Lucius once again pinned her beneath him and whispered in mock disapproval, “Tsk, tsk, not yet child.” The reprimand aroused her further at his blatant display of control. He kissed down her neck and nipped at her shoulders on his descent to her breasts. He slowly licked a path to her right nipple before he took it into his mouth circling the left with his thumb; as his right hand tantalizingly stroked up her inner thighs, though not high enough. Though enjoying herself, Hermione began to become frustrated by his hands that always retreated before completing their upward journey.

“Higher,” she panted annoyed. He pinched her in response.

At her quiet, “Ow,” he gently rubbed the sore spot with his hand as he said warningly, “you’re not to order me.”

“Please touch me Mr. Malfoy,” Hermione pleaded.

“I am touching you,” he chided playfully.

“Please, touch me properly, please,” she said sweetly trying to bring her hips to his hands.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he said as he brought his hands between her legs to stroke softly through the fabric. At her needful whimper he slipped his hand inside though he didn’t progress further than stroking her sensitive flesh.

“Don’t you want me?” she said breathily between moans.

“Very much,” he replied seriously not removing his gaze from her writhing body.

“Then why not…” she trailed off as he inserted two fingers while maintaining his previous activities.

“I’m watching you climax,” he said as if it was obvious, “Don’t worry I’ll be sure to take you,” he said soothingly.

The combination of his intense gaze and his fingers ministrations brought on a particularly strong orgasm. Before her body quieted he yanked her panties down and divested himself of the rest of his clothes in order to enter her.

“Oh, God,” she said in surprise because she had had her eyes closed.

“Close, but that isn’t my name. It’s Lucius dear,” he said cheekily. That assertion brought a wide smile to her face because Draco said nearly the same thing in bed.

“Do you think I’m teasing?” he whispered next to her ear, “I’ll not move ‘til you get it right,” he promised fervently.

When he began to stroke her again she tried to move him herself but he easily had her hips pinned in place. Her moans were increasing in frequency and intensity but Lucius had excellent patience and could easily out wait the stubborn girl.

“Lucius move already,” she said vehemently.

“Hmm, weren’t you listening earlier?” he began; but before he could tell her that she wasn’t in charge she switched tactics.

“Please, Lucius oh please move,” she begged as she pulled him down to her to kiss the sensitive skin behind his ear. He needed no more prompting and began moving in earnest but always slowed his pace and removed his fingers every time Hermione neared orgasm.

He withdrew from her and she said quite in a panic, “Lucius, you can’t just stop.”

“I’m not stopping; flip over, on your hands and knees,” he commanded.

“There’s a good girl,” he praised her when she complied.

Taking a moment to admire her beautiful body he re-entered her leisurely and felt her tense as her body was practically quivering for release from their earlier activities. Grabbing her firmly by the hip he thrust into her hard and fast; rubbing her clit in time to his movements. When her thighs began to tremble he plunged in as deep as possible and bit the back of her neck sending them both over the edge.

It took quite a few minutes to compose themselves. Once calm Hermione got up and put on her undergarments while Lucius watched unabashedly.

Turning to him Hermione said, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell your son.”

“You mean my father,” Lucius corrected.

Cocking her head to the side she smiled, as if to say ‘I know what I meant’, and reiterated the silent message, “For all his bravado, Draco really is rather sensitive Mr. Malfoy.”

And without waiting for a reply or denial, Hermione left the room in search of her wand so as to disapparate home.