Depraved Pleasures

It is several years after the trio have left Hogwarts.
Hermione now the only living member of the trio left has returned to Hogwarts
for a job and security. Ron and Harry both lost their lives to the death eaters
in the final battle.

Hermione and Severus arw clw closely working together they
both teach dark arts and potions.

AN the name Fionn is pronounced ‘FIN’

Deprived Pleasures

Hermione sat in her office marking the 3rd year’s end of
year tests. She had started at 10pm
and now it was 1am. This was the worst
part of the job, the marking and on a Friday night as well. Well now it was
Saturday morning. As she sat there she knew Severus would be sat up marking as
well. Dropping her quill she leaned back into the chairthe the dark mahogany desk
in her office. Tiredly she looked around the handsome office. Mostly the
furniture was mahogany and there were crimson drapes and velvet covers on the
chairs. Not very effeminate at all, but then it had been Severus’ study; all
that had been changed was the colour of the drapes and covers. His of course
had been green. Hermione smiled as she thought about this. She and Severus had
grown rather friendly over the past 6 months. Even friendly
enough to dance with her at the Yule ball. That had caused a stir among
the students and the staff as well. But surprisingly he was an excellent
dancer. As the night went on and he drank more he got more ambitious and had
finally danced with her to a swing tune. True he didn’t seem to be himself,
almost under a spell. Almost as if he were just
complying with her desires.

Grinning Hermione conjured a glass and then proceeded to
watch the tip of her wand as it trickled water into the glass. Suddenly there
was a knock on the door that made her jump. Her wand jumped from the glass and
water went every where.

“Come in.” she called as she grabbed a cloth to wipe the
liquid up.

She heard the door enter and slow calculated steps strode
across the small room. Hermione could hear the swishing of a cloak and tapping
of a cane as the person walked. She looked up to see a tall man in front of
her. He was undeniably handsome and almost regal. The air that came from him
was one that gave you the impression he demanded respect. He stood with his
chin up, looking down his nose at Hermione.

“Good evening Professor Granger.” The mans
voice was cold and sneering. “I hope I haven’t caught you at a bad time?” he
didn’t sound at the least bit sorry.

Hermione stood for a moment not knowing what to say, just
looking and those intense steely grey eyes and long white blonde hair.

“No Mr. Malfoy not at all.” She managed to say.

Quickly she remembered she was a witch and dried the puddle
up with her wand. She didn’t want to seem anymore like a muggle born in front
of a Malfoy, especially not in front of Lucius Malfoy.

“Please sit,” she said gesturing to the chair in front of
the desk. “What was it wanted? Mr. Malfoy?”

Lucius inspected the seat from his lofty position but didn’t
take it. Instead he continued to stand, straight and authorative, both hands on
the top of his cane.

“I wished to talk to you about my grand-daughter.” He said
in his slow precise tones.

“Your grand-daughter? class=GramE>Fionn? What\'s wrong?” Hermione asked seating her self, then
wishing she hadn’t as this gave him more chance to look down his nose at her.

“Oh nothing is wrong Miss Granger but I would like to have
extra tuition. And as much as I hate to have mudbloods in my house I\'m forced
ask you. Not through my own choice you know. But Fionn is fairly taken with
you, not that I can see why.” Lucius said, his eyes almost piercing.

Unable to move through fear Hermione nodded. Why she didn’t
know, even in her second year as a student she had felt no fear of Lucius. But
now it was different, now she was alone in her office and he was the only
person around.

“I trust you are going to pt mpt my offer?” he said already
knowing the answer.

“And what… what offer is that exactly?” she fumbled.

“My offer is that you teach my grand-daughter of a weekend.
In return you shall receive 50 galleons a week.” He said and then he leant on
the table and moved forward so he was only inches from Hermione\'s face. “I
won’t take anything less than a yes Miss Granger.” He snarled in a deadly
whisper, his hair brushing her hand.

“Of course. I was just … clarifying
what you asked of me.” Hermione said her voice shaking.

There was a knock on the door and her eyes glanced towards
it as it opened.

“Hermione I … Lucius?” Severus
stopped at the door at the sight of Lucius leaning over the desk and Hermione
cowering behind it.

“Ah Severus! I was just leaving.
I’ll see you tomorrow Miss Granger.” He said as he stood up straight and smiled
at Severus. “Adieu.” He said as he strode out of the room and down the hall,
his cane tapping and his cloak billowing out as he went.

For a moment there was silence in the room until the sound
of the footsteps died away completely.

Severus turned to Hermione and looked at her quizzically.

“Here are the … the erm… 4th years defense
papers, you… you said you wanted them.” He said slowly his eyes looking at the
door and mind obviously still on Lucius’s presence in the castle.

Severus brow was furrowed. He looked tired as well as
stressed. His over jacket, which was knee length and usually buttoned all the
way up its high collar, was undone, revealing his whit collarless shirt
underneath, which was also partially unbuttoned. His hair looked like he had
been running his fingers through it. He stood for a moment processing what he
had just heard, and then he turned and walked to the door. He paused when he
got there and placed his hand on the door frame, tapping gently on the wood as
he thought. Then he turned back to Hermione.

“What did he, err Lucius want?” his
eye browed again raised quizzically.

“Oh he was just asking for me to give Fionn some extra
tuition.” Hermione said her face flushed and her movements erratic.

Severus thought on this for a second then nodded before
walking out of the room and back to his own office. Again Hermione listened
until his footsteps had died away.

The next morning Hermione woke to the sound of tapping at
her window. She didn’t want to get up. It was Saturday! She didn’t want to
spend a whole day being terrified to death by one man. She buried her head in
her pillow. The tapping got louder until finally she got up.

“Yes alright I\'m coming!” she shouted pulling on her
dressing gown.

The tapping was due to a raven. A large
sleek black raven wielding a scroll of parchment in its claws.he
opened the window and it flew in and rested on a chair by her side. Hermione
took the scroll and turned it over, seeing the green wax with the imprint of
and M on it. This left her in no doubt who it was
from. She looked at the bird; it was giving her a piercing look, much like that
of its master’s. It was waiting until she had read the letter before it would
leave.

Miss Granger,

I expect you to arrive at Malfoy Manor at 1pm
promptly. Please come by floo powder, this is if a mudblood like yourself knows
how to.

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Lucius S. Malfoy

Hermione sighed angrily. The bird gave her a haughty look
and took off. Hermione closed the window and walked over to her wardrobe and
looked at the robes in front of her. She had to look completely magical, well
authorative; well she just had to wear something that Lucius couldn’t claim to
be something a mudblood would wear. She pulled out a jacket and long skirt,
both black. Then she selected dark green robes with silver clasps and finally
her black cloak, throwing them across her room and onto her bed. She then
turned back to her to wardrobe and bent down to look through the drawerhe
he
selected her underwear, matching as usual, silk, as always and a blouse to go
under the suit.

She walked over to her bed and picked up her underwear and
put it on, next she put on her blouse, slowly doing the fiddly buttons up. She
picked up her skirt and stood to put it on. The jacket was the next thing to
put on. It was a tight black jacket, almost with an inbuilt corset. It came
down to about halfway down her thigh and was buttoned all the way up, much like
that of the jackets Severus woWhenWhen she had put this on she looked in the
mirror and smiled, you couldn’t deny she was a witch or a teacher. Hermione
walked over to her dressing table and brushed her hair, her curls falling
softly round her face. She checked her watch. 12.30pm. she had to hurry, she
ran barefoot into the bath room and washed her face and teeth. She picked her
boots up from next to the bath and took them back into her room. They were her
favorite boots, only ankle boots but had rows of hook and eyes down one side of
them and rounded toes. They just seemed to finish the look off. Hermione put
them on before grabbing her robe and cloak and running down to the kitchens.
She desperately needed something to eat before going to teach Fionn.

She reached the kitchens and pulled her robe on while at the
same time asking a house elf to get her a croissant and cup of tea. The food
items appeared almost immediately. Hermione thanked them profusely. She
finished eating at about 12.50pm.
She went to the kitchen fireplace and took some floo powder out of the pot on
top of the mantle. Hermione took a deep breath and threw the powder into the
fire. She had to calm herself for a moment before stepping into the flames.

“Malfoy Manor!” she said loudly and clearly.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\

Hermione could feel the rushing of warm air flying through
her hair. Hermione felt herself slow ever so slightly and land on a hard
surface. Her knees jarred and she fell head long out of the fireplace on to an
expensive and impressive black marble hearth.

A cold mocking laugh could be heard close to her. She lifted
her head up off the floor and saw a pair of shining black leather boots in
front of her and she lifted her head so she could see the owner.

“Miss Granger? Not used to magic yet?” Lucius questioned in
a mockinge hie his eye brow raised.

Hermione got up off the floor with as much dignity as she
could.

“I prefer to travel by apparating if I can. class=GramE>Much safer and cleaner.” She said nervously as she pulled
out her wand and cleaned her robes.

“Fionn!” Lucius shouted suddenly
making Hermione jump. “You can work in here.” Lucius said waving his hand in
the general direction of the whole room.

Fionn appeared in the doorway.

“Professor Granger? What are you doing here? Have I done
something wrong?” she looked fearfully at her grandfather.

“Your, erm grandfather asked me to give you extra tuition,
just to assist with your usual education.” Hermione said smiling at the small
girl.

“Yes,” Lucius said looking Hone one up and down. “I’ll leave
you two to it then.”

Lucius strode out of the room.

“So then is there anything you want to go over?” Hermione
asked as the child still stood in the door way even after her grandfather had
left.

Fionn didn’t move. Hermione went and sat at the large ebony
table and waited fro Fionn to decide to join her.

After 2 hours and many sheets of parchment
later. They had gone over anything that Fioidn’idn’t understand in
potions. They decided that they would first take care of any homework that
troubled her and then move on with the more in depth looks at the rest of her
lessons. This was to be the plan for every lesson after that.

They were sat having a break when a house elf came in.

“Erm would Miss Malfoy and Miss Granger like anything?” the
small elf squeaked.

“Oh yes please Diarmaid. Can I have some lemonade? And some
biscuits as well please and tea for Professor Granger.” Fionn said politely
looking with pity on the elf as it left.

“You know I think someone was having a joke when they named
that elf.” Said Fionn.

“Why do you say that?” Hermione said as their drinks and
biscuits arrived in front of them.

anything less free than a house elf.” Fionn said taking a biscuit. “Its written
D, I, A, R, M, A, I, D, even though it’s pronounced Deer-mid.” Fionn took a
bite of the biscuit. “I always found names interesting!” she said with her
mouth full of biscuit and then giggled when she realized she had sprayed cr
ev
everywhere. “Sorry Professor!”

Hermione waved her wand and the crumbs disappeared.

“Like I was saying. I find names
interesting. Take your name for instance, Hermione, its Greek it’s derived from
the name of the Greek god of speed and good luck, Hermes.” Fionn said proudly

Hermione nodded interestedly as she took a mouthful of tea.

“Oh and my name, my name means Fair Snow Queen. Fionn means
white or fair and my middle name Chione means snow queen. But I suppose my
whole name means Fair Snow Queen of Bad Faith, but my names are all in
different languages. Fionn and Chione are Greek and Malfoy is French or Latin
in some respects.” Fionn said smiling.

“I didn’t know you liked to look at the meanings of names.”
Hermione said.

“I think people adopt their names meaning in some way,
whether they mean to or not. Look at my grandfather for instance, Lucius
Sarfwen Malfoy. That’s a real mix of cultures. Lucius means bringer of light in
Latin but could also be said to be associated with Lucifer.” She paused to see
Hermione’s reaction.

“I\'m sure that’s what some people may see it to mean.” She
smiled and carried on sipping her tea.

“Well his middle name Sarfwen is Welsh meaning white snake.
And I already told you what Malfoy means.” Fionn said taking a gulp of
lemonade.

Hermione had sat quietly while the young girl had explained
her greatest passion.

“Well do you think you live out your name? class=GramE>Malfoy?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t know? I must do in some sense to be in Slytherin.”
Fionn said.

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When she stopped the sound of slow but pounding steps
approached followed by the tap of a cane. The door swung open to reveal Lucius
Malfoy.

“Having a break? Well I think it’s a good time to finish
don’t you? 2 hours is a lot of work on a Saturday.” Lucius said in a low voice.

Fionn got down from the table and nodded at her grandfather.

“Your mother is here to pick you up Fionn.” Lucius said
walking over to her.

She hugged him and walked out of the room and down the
corridor. Hermione could hear her go down the stairs and then hear her talking
to her mother in the hall. Lucius closed the door. Hermione started to worry.

“Well Miss Granger, my grand-daughter seems to enjoy your
chats.” Lucius reached behind his back and removed a money pouch of green
velvet and handed to Hermione with one perfectly manicured hand.

“Here is this week’s pay in advance.” He said and put it in
her hand, letting his own finger drag on her skin. “Such soft hands you have
Miss Granger.”

Hermione shivered. She looked at the closed door and then at
the fireplace. She tried to surreptitiously find her wand.

“Lost this? Miss Granger?” Lucius asked as he pulled her
wand from his belt.

“How did you get that?” Hermione asked scared now.

“My house elf. I told him to get your
wand. I find people don’t disobey me.” He said looking at Hermione\'s tightly
buttoned jacket, her robe having been taken off due to the heat.

Luciusckedcked his wand a chair zoomed up from behind
Hermione and hit her hard in the back of the legs forcing her to collapse onto
it.

p;

“See? I don’t get many arguments.” Lucius said as he strode
up to the chair and stood over Hermione. “Your
uncommonly attractive for a mudblood.”

Lucius walked round to the back of her chair, and leant low
so he was right next to her ear.

“And as I said Hermione I always get what I want.” He
breathed into her ear almost so quietly you couldn’t hear him.

Aroma drifted towards her. He smelt of spicy cologne, the
subtle hints of it that came through as the day progressed. It seemed to suit
him. But Hermione wasn’t concentrating on that. She was frozen to the chair
with fear.

“Are you going to run Hermione? There’s the door,” Lucius
said softly pointing to it with his cane.

Hermione didn’t move. Lucius walked over to the door and
shut it, and then Hermione heard the click of the lock.

“Mr. Malfoy please!” Hermione
begged.

“Please what Hermione? What is it exactly you’re begging
for?” Lucius asked running his finger gently over the top of his cane, the
silver of the snake head shining in the light.

Hermione went to get up but faster than a whip,
Lucius’s cane was in front of her barring her w

“You gave up your chance to leave Hermione.” Lucius said and
pointed at the door again and it slammed shut.

Hermione gasped, she was trapped and unarmed. Lucius pushed
her harshly back into her chair. His hands forcefully pushing her head back to
reveal soft pale, virginal flesh, begging to touched. He lowered his head to
her neck, so close she could feel his hot breath and then a pain. He had sunk
his teeth into the delicate flesh, drawing blood.

“well miss Granger, that’s just the
beginning.” Lucius sneered drawing himself up to his full height.

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Hermione shook uncontrollably from fear and trying to stop class=GramE>herself falling prey to her own tears. Lucius took his robes
off to reveal a handsome black linen suit underneath. Hermione had to admit he
was handsome; most girls would not be fighting him off as she was trying
hopelessly to do. Yet there was something that spoilt him, his attitude. Maybe
that’s what it was. Like his thoughts were ugly and this showed, tainting his
features, making him the foulest person.

Lucius laid his cane on the floor next Hermione\hairhair and
stood up, Towering over her. His hand stroked her face and she flinched as if
he had slapped it. Then he did slap her. Hard and straight
across the face. Hermione’s head reeled, her cheeks stung and she could
feel the blood rush to it. tears trickled almost
painfully down the tender flesh.

“That’s what will happen if you don’t obey me.” Lucius said
smiling coldly down at Hermione\'s small form in the chair.

Lucius pulled her up into a standing position and slowly
leaned forward. His lips met her and she could feel herself trembling against
him, wng tng to push him away. Her only desire was to summon all her strength
and repel him.

“Cold Hermione?” Lucius asked not
really caring at all.

He pulled her into a kiss. A kiss that was
all passion but no romance. A raw emotion but none of it caring, it was
lust. Pure, raw lust but something much worse than lust as well. Depraved
desires seem to fill the harsh unrelenting pain of the kiss. His teeth biting
her lip, she could feel it bleeding.

Hermione was finally released, lifting her hand she went to
wipe the blood trickling from her lip.