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What happens at Malfoy Manor stays at Malfoy Manor	By : dime Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 15782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: Contains slash and het. Dubcon at best, in at least one of three cases (hence the rape warning; AFF does not appear to have a dub-con warning); and possibly a somewhat romanticised view of certain not-so-good situations, turning non-con into something that looks suspiciously like consent. Which, as far as I know, does not happen in real life. (Children, do not try this at home...) :P Also, these wizards have spells against any and all STDs, as well as contraceptive charms, so they can go bare-backing it as much as they like. To all of my Muggle readers, however, I highly recommend never doing anything without a condom!
(First line is a direct quote from JK Rowling's Deathly Hallows.)

What happens at Malfoy Manor stays at Malfoy Manor
by Dime

Prologue
"What is this? What's happened, Cissy?"
"Obliviate," answered Narcissa Malfoy coolly and steered her disoriented sister out of the room, where Lucius Malfoy had already taken the equally confused Snatchers.
Draco and Lucius Malfoy smirked at each other. "Maybe they should not have brought their prey here, but how were they to know?" Draco said.
"What enters Malfoy Manor belongs to the Malfoys," Lucius said haughtily. "It is entirely their fault if they keep forgetting this rule, as well as the other house rules."
"The important one being: What happens in Malfoy Manor stays in Malfoy Manor," said Narcissa, returning. The three shared a grin. Then three stunners raced towards the Trio in perfect unison and Harry, Ron and Hermione sank into darkness.

1. Hermione
Hermione slowly struggled towards wakefulness. Her sluggish brain refused to fully engage, like one might feel, she imagined, if they had been drugged. Where was she...? Something was wrong, but she could not quite put her finger on it.
She was lying on a soft mattress, her hair falling in soft, clean waves into her face. She felt truly well-rested. Blinking her eyes open, she looked upon an opulently furnished bedchamber with beautiful, large armoires, elegant chairs and a fancy dressing table; long, flowing curtains were covering the windows.
There was actually rather a lot wrong with this.
She remembered being on the run with Harry and Ron. Her hair had not been entirely clean in weeks, much less had she rested on a lovely bed in a well cared for, quiet chamber such as this. But all of these discrepancies could be ignored when compared to the fact that she was a) tied to said bed and b) completely naked.
Her breath hitched.
When the door to the chamber opened and the sound of firm, brisk steps came from behind her, she tried to curl into a ball to protect her modesty, and possibly display less of her body for attack - but to her dismay, not only her arms, but also her legs were so firmly shackled to the bed posts that she could barely move an inch.
"Ms. Granger," Lucius Malfoy's voice came from over her left shoulder, "how lovely of you to join me here tonight."
Hermione could not say a word, it took everything she had to firmly clench her teeth and keep them from chattering in fright. Even for someone who had grown up as sheltered, in some ways, as she had, it was very hard to mistake the situation she now found herself in.
"No greeting? I was told that mudbloods have no culture, but I was not aware they also have no courtesy." Lucius tsked a rebuke.
A hysterical laugh escaped Hermione's lips. "Courtesy?!" she exclaimed. "Like tying a girl to a bed naked is courteous?"
Lucius stepped around the bed and into her line of sight. She shuddered visibly at the mild smirk on his lips as he casually let his eyes roam over her body. "I consider myself very courteous indeed," he proclaimed loftily. "After all, I could have done anything I wanted to you in your sleep. Instead, I waited until you regained consciousness. What more could you want?"
What more, indeed! Hermione firmly closed her eyes and forced herself to think.
She had not expected Malfoy to ever be kind or courteous towards her, of course. But she also certainly had never expected this! ...Actually, what she had expected was that he would hand them all over to Voldemort. But... maybe he had! Maybe Harry and Ron were even now dead at Voldemort's hands, and only she was alive, and left to Lucius Malfoy as a plaything!
Oh my God!!!
"What... what have you done to Ron and Harry?" she asked fearfully. She knew their game had been up even before Malfoy - Draco, that is - had been so conspicuous about not recognizing them. Why he had even tried in the first place was a mystery to her. It wasn't like he owed them anything, or profited from not handing them over to Voldemort. Right?
"Nothing yet," came the cool reply. "The three of you have been brought to my manor, and until I decide differently, you belong to me. My life may be bound to the Dark Lord, but the Lord of Malfoy Manor always had sole command over his manor, and so it shall be until the day the last Malfoy dies. The Lord will not be notified of your presence here until I am done with you."
Hermione frowned. Did that mean he was betraying Voldemort, or merely sneakily carving out some morsels of the price for himself before handing it over? Was he more likely to deliver them personally to Voldemort once he was done with them, or keep them here forever; or maybe - the wild hope would not be entirely ignored - even let them go?
Lucius's smirk widened. "I know what you are now thinking, but no matter what I tell you, there is no way for you to find out the truth. Thus, I will not even bother. Instead let me make your position right now very clear to you: No one on either side has an inkling that you are here. For all anyone but the Malfoy family knows, the three of you are still running through that forest half-cocked, fleeing the Snatchers, nearly starving, and never quite letting down your guard enough to really get a full night's sleep.
"The truth, however, is that you have slept for a full twenty hours. You have been fed three full meals by magical means, the House Elves have bathed you and cured all of your minor injuries, and now you are here, at my mercy, and there is nothing anyone could do about that. You are here entirely on my whim and at my pleasure, and you cannot know if after this, I will deliver you to Voldemort, or kill you, or hand you over to one of my associates.
"You do not know if you will live to see tomorrow."
Hermione gulped. Lucius sat down next to her on the side of the bed and mock-helpfully offered her a glass of water, which she sipped from with his assistance, resenting but also welcoming the gesture.
"You also do not know what was in that glass," he continued. "But let me enlighten you: It was a powerful aphrodisiac. What you can expect in the next exactly two hours is extreme agony, unless you are allowed to seek satisfaction. Very hard to do, I am sure I need not tell you, without help and with your hands tied to the bed."
Hermione mentally called herself nine times a fool for accepting anything he offered her. But then again, she thought resignedly, it wasn't like she could have kept him from putting the stuff into her, even had she struggled.
Every fibre of her body tightened in shock when Lucius's hand lightly touched the inside of her thigh. Her entire being was focused now on that hand as it slowly trailed up towards her hips. She gasped as it lightly feathered against a few darker hairs, just barely missing her most intimate spot, and coming to rest gently on her left hip.
"Now," Lucius's voice had turned into a deep, grumbling purr, making him sound as dangerous as a crouching lion, "you have two choices. You can fight this. You can choose the agony of going against your body as the potion courses through it; against me, on whose mercy you are currently entirely dependent; and against the desires you are even now denying you feel.
"Or you can give in. Remember that you might not live to see tomorrow. A spell confirmed to me that you are still a virgin, as if my son's characterization of you hadn't already made me certain of that fact. Now, dear little Hermione, do you really want to die an eighteen-year-old virgin?"
Hermione gasped again as the hand slowly moved inward, brushing ever so lightly against her clit. A second hand was lightly coming to rest on her left breast now. The grip firmed, clenching the breast tightly and sending a spark akin to electricity down her body right to the point where the first hand was once again brushing against her.
Oh-my-god-oh-my-god!
Her body was aflame with desire. She assumed it was just the effect of the potion, but how was she to know? All she had ever done with Ron was some very lovely kissing. He had never even seen her naked, much less touched her as intimately as this! Then they had travelled around with Harry, the cramped quarters killing any thought of true intimacy.
Well no, she could be honest with herself if no one else: she actually had entertained some fantasies about going ahead and ravishing Ron where he lay next to her, Harry and danger be damned! But of course, she had never acted on those desires. It would be cruel towards Harry to make him listen when he had no-one, and even worse to tempt fate by being so distracted when danger lurked all around.
Only now, danger had found her regardless.
Danger in the cruelly handsome form of Lucius Malfoy, who was even now blowing against her nipples, which were perking up despite her best intentions, as though they were reaching for his caress. The man's long blond hair was teasing her bare stomach when he leaned forward to feather a kiss against her throat.
Then Lucius sat back up, still looking down at her with a mild smirk. His hand travelled over from her left breast to her right, also caressing and kneading that, and she watched in breathless anticipation as his fingers reached for her nipple and gave it a good pinch.
Her back arched off the bed and she yelped in surprise despite herself. The movement brought her sensitive centre back up against his left hand where it still lay on her inner thigh. Lust flared up brightly inside her at the contact and she sobbed with helpless desire.
She realized she had clenched her eyes tightly shut, and she quickly opened them again. Her eyes met those of Lucius Malfoy, no longer smirking, but looking down at her intensely. Slowly, his face lowered towards hers until their lips met.
There was no hesitancy, no fumbling innocence, no boyish second-guessing himself. This was the firm, dominant kiss of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and had no doubts at all about his own proficiency. His kiss was nothing like Ron's.
...Ron!
Hermione wrenched her lips away. She loved Ron! She did not want to be kissing Lucius Malfoy.
But the man took her chin in hand and adamantly turned her face back towards himself. His lips came down again, and when she tried to clench her teeth, fingers dug into her jaws until she was forced to open them. His tongue pushed its way forcefully inside, invading her, conquering her, claiming her for his own. Another sob rose from her throat, but the sound was cut off by his mouth on hers, muffling any noise of protest.
Then his tongue withdrew, his mouth lowering towards her neck and starting to nibble and suck there. The hand released her jaw and tailed down to her breasts once more. Hermione would have arched up again when her other nipple was pinched, but Lucius had now lain down on top of her and was pinning her to the bed. The motion did raise her hips a little, though; enough that she was suddenly hyper-aware of the large, hot erection straining his elegant suit and pressing up against her belly.
"Oh," she gasped. She felt her cheeks burning with helpless shame and desire.
Hands, his hands were so very present, touching her, soiling her, pleasing her, she did not know what to think or say or feel any longer. This was so very wrong, and dangerous, and she did not want it and yet she did. Her vaunted intellect could not help her in this situation whatsoever. She had been abandoned to her instincts, and those were yelling at her to run into three different directions all at once.
Another helpless, strangled gasp left her as one of those hands feathered down her side. Her entire body shuddered and she felt her mouth once more going dry. She swallowed painfully. The body on top of her own started moving against her, just tiny motions, the hard erection brushing over her clit with deadly precision.
"Ngah!"
"What a pretty voice," Lucius darkly whispered in her ear. Then he said nothing for a long time, happy to just slowly move against her, building his rhythm little by little, but not quite enough, until she could barely stand it any more.
"Please," she whispered, hating herself for it. "Please!"
"What do you want me to do, lovely lady?" Lucius asked, and Hermione could lie to herself and pretend his tone was warm and caring.
"I need... I need more," she sobbed.
"Oh, but I will not give you more," Lucius whispered, and how could she ever have thought him caring?
"I hate y-" she started to say, then heard that he hadn't been quite finished speaking.
Now, he continued. "Not without a price."
"What?" she pressed out between clenched teeth, hating him for still keeping up the slow, torturous rhythm. "What do you want?"
"I want you," he said and another shudder racked her body. "Do not think for one minute that this is all I desire of you. What you feel up against you needs to go inside you, or I shall be very displeased. Do you think you are ready for that?"
Before Hermione could gather enough of her thoughts into a coherent process to formulate an answer, he had already half rolled off her and slid a hand between her thighs. It was hot there, and very wet. She whined.
Lucius puffed out a laugh. "It seems to me you are indeed ready. So, mylady, is this what you want?"
Hermione's body was screaming YES, but something in her was still fighting the idea. This belonged to Ron, dammit! "Ron...", she sobbed.
A smack to her face caused her eyes to fly open. "Do not talk of another man when in bed with me," Lucius growled. Then he relented a little. "Am I to understand you have been, ahem, 'saving yourself' for the Weasley boy?"
If looks could kill, Hermione would now be short one jailer-rapist-lover.
A smirk answered her. "How about a little bargain? You give me free access to the rest of your body, heeding all my commands, and I shall not endanger your virginity. I can promise you an explosive orgasm into the bargain. What do you say?"
YES, her body was screaming once again. The little voice from before was still protesting, but her cool intellect had rallied enough to join the discussion this time, and it argued in favour of her body. After all, Lucius Malfoy was in such a position of power over her, he did not have to bargain with her at all. Right now, if he wanted to fuck her, he could just take her and there was nothing she could do. This was a good bargain.
Clenching her eyes tightly shut, and clenching her fists, she gave a single, choppy nod.
"Very good," Lucius purred. "Then you will now show me how well you can keep your word. You will allow me free access to your mouth, you will not bite me and you will not shirk your duty. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," she said with a trembling voice. In wonder, she noticed the bonds on her arms and legs fall away, setting her free.
Lucius, meanwhile, was opening his trousers and leaning up against the headboard. He was pointing unmistakably at the straining erection that now freely stood up from his middle. "Well then, girl, use your mouth."
Hermione gulped. But it was either this or formally losing her virginity. Hesitantly, she sat up from where she had been lying on her back, then got on her knees in front of Lucius. She looked at the cock, a long, hard, solid phallus with a straining, angry-red head and a prominent vein trailing down the length of it.
She was shocked to feel her mouth water at the sight. Her eyes narrowed. Pretend this is a lesson like any other. There is a need to study this, in order to later do well at it when it counts.
She leaned forwards determinedly, putting her hands on his thighs and lowering her head.
The first lick at the tip was a shock. Salty, bitter liquid had gathered there, and the taste was unexpected and also somehow made it more real. She swallowed hard, then once again pulled herself together and lowered her lips to the straining head. Slowly, she took the tip inside her mouth.
Now that the first drop was gone, there wasn't so much musk and the contact was quite bearable. In fact, the soft skin stretched taut over the steely hardness underneath was a startling contrast, and fascinating to feel. Hermione shyly touched her tongue against the side of the erection. The vein stood out to her sense of touch. Tonguing against it some more, she determined that it would not be damaged if she went about things a bit more firmly, as she was sure she'd have to eventually.
Right now, actually, before Lucius got impatient with her bumbling, amateur attempts at oral satisfaction, and decided to go back on their bargain. So Hermione closed her lips more firmly around the head and slowly slid down the shaft.
She did not make it all the way down. Irritated, she drew back and tried again. Lucius laid a hand on her head, just a soft touch to the hair.
Once again, Hermione did not make it all the way down. Her ambition awoke from its petrified slumber where fear and lust had pushed it, and focused on the new task. There had to be a way to do this!
Hermione tried. She tried and tried, until her lips grew tired and her jaws ached. Stymied, she resorted to licking up and down the hard shaft, pondering how else to tackle this problem.
"Lick right underneath the head," Lucius's voice purred down at her. "There is a bit of skin there, very sensitive. Pleasure it."
Hermione followed the order and was rewarded with the first groan out of the man she had been trying hard to please. Her ambition was somewhat mollified by the success, but still not quite happy. Also, desire was still coursing through her own body, and fascinating as this was, it was not satisfying her.
The hand on her hair finally moved. Fingers curled into her nape, pulling her off the frenulum and up, until she was looking straight into Lucius's grey eyes.
"Good, little girl, but not quite good enough. I will show you how it is done."
A wave of his wand tied her hands behind her back before she could protest. The hand returned to her nape and pushed her back down again. She shakily aimed for the cock and once more took it into her mouth. But the hand did not let go there. It kept pushing, and pushing -
Hermione choked. Too much! Oh God, this was too much! It hit the back of her throat, and still the hand kept pushing and it hurt and she was choking and - and the thing went down her throat.
Hermione could make no sound, but her head was frantically pushing upwards. However, the hand on the back of her neck stayed firm, and with her own hands tied behind her, she had no leverage, and no way of fighting back. Tears were welling from her eyes, running down her cheeks in large rivulets, and she was getting light-headed with lack of oxygen as the man kept fucking her throat.
It must have been just seconds, but it felt like minutes later when the hand on her nape pulled back and allowed Hermione to raise her head. Sputtering and gagging, she gasped for breath. She looked up at Lucius with something like betrayal in her eyes. He may have forced her into this, but so far, he had not hurt her. And now this.
His voice was very nearly kind, this time, as he said: "I will not choke you to death. And while you may be a bit sore tomorrow, it will also not damage your throat permanently. ...Maybe you will enjoy this more with a little more incentive." Another wave of his wand summoned a flat disk that looked like metal, but was warmer and soft to the touch. The disk flew between her legs and came to rest against the already highly stimulated clitoris. There, it started humming.
"Ah!" This was new, and it was good, and Hermione totally lost focus of her fear and sense of betrayal for a moment. The lust from before returned with a vegeance. Then two more objects came flying, these ones attaching to her nipples, circling them and tightening at the same time, until they lay curled around the little nubs, sporadically tightening and sending sparks of pleasure-pain down her body. Hermione's brain was close to short-circuiting with the different stimulations and she had a hard time even staying aloft on her knees, what with the tied hands and having to lean forward...
Hermione was lost to the sensations, and floating on the emotions the tiny vibrator and magical nipple-rings were stirring up, she stopped worrying about everything else for some time.
Until Lucius spoke up once more. "Now try again."
The pleasure abruptly receded to the point that she was suddenly quite capable of coordination once more. Fear now mingled with excitement flooded her and set all her senses to high alert as the hand returned to her neck, inexorably pushing her down again.
Hermione frantically drew in a breath before she once again met with her doom. She remembered just in time that she had chosen this, and she did not want the alternative, so she overcame the reflex to clench her teeth and instead opened up, rolling her lips over her teeth, and once more took Lucius's large erection into her mouth.
And then down her throat.
It still burned, it still made her gag and want to hurl. But at least, this time she was not afraid for her very life. She suffered the erection dragging against the back of her throat as Lucius fucked her face, she felt her own spittle nearly choking her, and just hoped it would be over soon.
Lucius let her up a little sooner, this time, and somehow he seemed to have increased the intensity of the vibrator while she was not paying attention, for as soon as she had taken two large lungfuls of air, she became thoroughly aware of the throbbing between her thighs. In another life, she might have been ashamed of the wetness dripping down her legs, yet as it was, the heavy, musky liquid trailing from her mouth and down her chin was a much more immediate concern.
But both of them paled against the sensation as Lucius once more dialled up the frequency on the vibrator.
"Aaah...!"
Then the hand was back, pushing her onto Lucius once again.
This was too much, it was overkill, Hermione did not know what to focus on any longer: the bitter taste of the precum as the cock passed through her mouth on its way down her throat; the thrumming of her blood underneath the skin between her legs where the vibrator was driving her mad; the hand on her neck, gently caressing her even as it was forcing her down, forcing her to choke, and it was disgusting, and it was glorious, and the hand pulled her head up, and Hermione couldn't think -
"Aaaaah!"
Her body spasmed, twitching, curling in on itself, all of her muscles clenching and unclenching at once. Heat shot from between her legs throughout her body, warming her stomach, her ass, her thighs, rising up into her head and making her dizzy.
Her orgasm was brilliant, and bright, and brutal.
Panting, she laid her head onto Lucius's trouser-clad thigh, only slowly finding back to herself. The vibrator had gone silent and the other toys had also become inert.
"Well, now," Lucius's amused voice sounded from above her. "Very nice to watch, such fun indeed. However" - she flinched at the sudden coldness in his voice - "not very sporting at all to take your own pleasure and leave me unsatisfied, now is it?"
With horror, she realized that he still hadn't come and her task was far from over.
But she was completely shattered! She could not focus just now on keeping her teeth covered with her lips, or trying to make any sort of coordinated motion! Oh, how awful that she had come first! Now he would say she had not kept to the bargain, and then he would take away what she had saved for Ron!
A desperate tear rolled down her cheek where the others had only just stopped flowing.
Again, Lucius's voice, when it came, sounded amused. "No need to despair, little lady. I need not deflower you if I want to take my pleasure in your body. The female body is blessed with such an abundance of openings, after all."
Hermione needed a moment to comprehend what he was saying. When she puzzled it out, however, she felt her cheeks go flaming red once more. "You could not possibly mean...!" she began, before breaking off, scandalized.
Lucius chuckled. "It is quite normal, I assure you, and perfectly harmless if done correctly."
And before she could gather her thoughts for a well-reasoned protest, he had already pushed her around on the bed to have her knelt facing away from him, and a slick, cold finger was circling her asshole.
What if I'm dirty back there? oddly was her most prominent thought at that moment. She knew that people did this, of course, but she had thought it was only men. Also, she had heard it could be painful, and she was certainly not looking forward to that. But more than anything, she was afraid that she would be disgusting, back there, and so she did not want Lucius to look, to touch.
"Don't, it's not clean!"
Lucius just laughed and slipped the finger inside.
Oh.
This was actually... not all bad. Hermione wriggled her posterior a little as the finger moved inside her, trying to get comfortable with the feeling. The way the well-lubed digit was rubbing up against her rosette was not entirely unpleasant. Hermione had the surreal feeling of actually looking forward to the second finger.
When it came, it burned. But in a way, it was a good burn and Hermione moved into the touch.
Lucius's dark chuckle from behind her made her cheeks burn, but at the same time, she felt oddly proud for being able to do this. She liked being successful, and after the feeling of failure that the oral thing had given her, she had sorely needed this affirmation of her own capability.
A third finger entered her, and the burn this time was painful, but Hermione stubbornly pushed back against it. She wanted this, and so she was going to do it!
"Such a determined little lady," Lucius's voice caressed her. "I do believe that needs to be rewarded." Without a sound, the toys on her clit and nipples came back alive.
"Aah!" Hermione twitched and nearly fell, but caught herself just in the nick of time. Lucius rose up on his knees behind her and extended a hand to her shoulder, keeping her balanced as his fingers fucked into her with increasing speed.
"Aargh!" Hermione gasped. Her tender parts were already primed from before, and the added stimulation of her ass being used so roughly excited her with unexpected intensity.
Then Lucius withdrew his fingers. His other hand left her shoulder, giving her bare cheeks a tender caress on the way down. The moment had come. Hermione's arse clenched in anticipation before she forced herself to relax. Clenching would do her no good, she knew this.
And she really, really wanted this.
So she relaxed. The tip bumped up against her, hands held her hips, spreading her cheeks, then one hand drew back to guide him inside. Slowly, inch by inch, he sank into her. And it was fucking amazing.
Once he was fully seated, Lucius stilled. Hermione waited with baited breath for his next actions; she could feel he had lost his clothes - finally! - and was as naked behind her as she was. Lucius seemed to reach for something, and with wonder, Hermione realized it had been his wand - he had freed her hands. Gratefully, she let them fall down to the mattress, finally gaining back a sense of balance. A whole flock of muscles in her lower back and shoulders relaxed at the lack of need to keep her upright. Hermione turned her head and gave Lucius a smile across her shoulder.
He raised an eyebrow in answer. "Ready?"
"You bloody well better believe it," she said and felt ridiculously daring.
The answering laugh tingled warmly between her thighs where the vibrator seemed to pick up speed once more.
Then Lucius moved. Slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed, he fucked into her with ruthless abandon. Hermione was glad to have her arms underneath herself once more, for even with them, she had a hard time keeping upright, meeting his thrusts. But meet them she did.
At some point, Lucius pulled her back against him until Hermione was sat in his lap, and told her roughly to "Move it!"
It wasn't easy, with just her kneeling legs for leverage, and she propped her hands onto his thighs to help her. But she managed. Once again, the surreality of her situation struck Hermione: She was riding Lucius Malfoy, and having a great time of it!
A laugh ripped free from her sore throat. She barely recognized her voice. The laugh was a scratchy, throaty thing, deep and husky, and fucking sexy. She loved it.
So did Lucius, apparently, for he lowered his mouth to her neck after hearing it and started frantically kissing the skin there. Then his hands came up to pluck away the toys on her nipples, replacing them with his own hands. Those hands started squeezing her breasts in the same rhythm she was fucking herself on him.
Suddenly, a sharp bite to her neck startled her - and with a scream, she came for the second time.
Lucius pulled her close to himself as she shuddered, riding out her orgasm while riding him. Then he bent her over and as she lay there, propped up on her lower arms, he fucked into her with abandon. Hermione's breath came in heavy pants, but so did his now, and only a very short time later, she heard him groaning.
Heat flooded her, then the thrusting slowed. And finally stopped.
Lucius pulled out of her, spent. He gently pushed Hermione forward until she was stretched out on her belly, head at the foot end of the bed, feet pointing toward the headboard. Intense heat covered her as Lucius lay down on top of her.
A kiss was feathered against the back of her ear. "I thank you, little Hermione," was whispered into it. Then the body on top of her shifted slightly so as not to crush her, and Lucius lay down beside her, with one arm thrown over her back, cuddling her close.
Exhausted, and feeling warm and lethargic, Hermione allowed the closeness and slowly, contentedly dozed off.
It may have been half an hour, or hours later, but when Hermione woke, Lucius was still sleeping next to her like the dead. Gently, she pushed his arm off her and slid out of the bed. Finding a pair of pants, a shirt and a wizarding robe, she quietly slipped into them, then tiptoed out of the room. Before closing the door behind her, she gave the man sleeping on the bed a long, considering look. Then she turned around and quickly walked away.

A/N: This is planned to be three chapters, each of which can be read as stand-alone, so I'm already posting the first one despite the story not yet being finished. Keep your fingers crossed I'll get around to the other chapters!^^ Also, remember to feed the author - reviews do make me write faster. :P - Dime
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