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Captive	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 27088 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
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A/N: So I’m not entirely sure where this came from. It was sort of floating around in my brain for a while and then suddenly refused to be ignored any longer. The story begins just after the end of the sixth book. Enjoy. Dx

PART ONE – THE WAR

Hermione swore softly under her breath and looked hurriedly around her, attempting to find an accessible exit. She was trapped. There was nowhere she could go without being seen, and being seen was definitely not something that she wanted to happen right now. She could feel herself starting to shake, fear turning into pure terror, and had to try hard not to let it overwhelm her. If she gave in to her fear now it could be the last thing she ever did.
Without an escape route she looked for the next best thing: somewhere to hide. She had no illusions that it would be a long-term hiding place, but if she could at least stay free until the Death Eaters moved further into the building she might then have a chance at getting to one of the exits without being caught.
She swore again as she was pushed roughly by two panicking witches as they, unlike Hermione, headed straight towards the nearest exit, not caring who they hurt in the process.
‘Not that way,’ Hermione murmured softly, more to herself than to anyone else. ‘You’ll get caught.’
A moment later she gave a small gasp as the first of the women was struck by a red beam of light in the centre of her back and collapsed just feet away from the door. The second woman gave a long, loud wail as the first witch fell, which turned to screams of terror as she was grabbed and dragged towards the centre of the room by a black-robed, masked figure.
The room was in pandemonium. Witches and wizards were running all over the place, trying to dodge the Death Eaters, some of whom seemed to make a sport out of grabbing at their prey, others merely using their wands to blast the runners. Here and there a few braver souls were trying to fight back, but they weren’t winning against the viciousness of the masked figures, more of whom were now entering the room.
Hermione spotted a gap between the bookshelves and hurriedly gauged whether this was a possible haven or certain death. She couldn’t decide, but with the Death Eaters drawing ever closer she didn’t have time to worry about it too hard. Forcing herself to keep calm and not draw attention by hurrying, she made her way into the stacks and discovered that it actually wasn’t a bad place to be.
Although there was the possibility she could end up trapped if she wasn’t careful, she was at least out of the general melee, which gave her a little time to try to plan an escape. By judiciously moving a few books she could also keep an eye on what was happening out there without having to leave the safety of the bookshelves. She pulled her wand from her bag and looked around her to make sure no one was coming anywhere near the narrow gap, but it seemed to have been overlooked by everyone in the panic.
As the occupants of the building were gradually overwhelmed the noise died down a little and Hermione could see that the Death Eaters were moving people to the centre of the room. Some had been allowed to leave — Pure-bloods and maybe even Half-bloods, she supposed — but the majority were being herded into a group, and none too gently either. After all, it was probable that many of the people here tonight were Muggle-borns, drawn as she had been to a conference on the different jobs available within the wizarding world; valuable information for someone not born into and brought up in the wizarding way of life.
Hermione gave a small, bitter snort of annoyance. How typical of the organisers not to bother ensuring that there was sufficient security against a possible attack, although to be fair to them the Death Eaters hadn’t yet really started their campaign of terror; Voldemort preferred to insinuate himself into the Ministry of Magic and the control of the country before he revealed himself to the population at large.
The only reason Hermione was even aware that the return of Voldemort was real was because of her close friendship with Harry Potter and their ties to the Order of the Phoenix, the group dedicated to stopping the return of Voldemort and his followers. At least she knew what was going on. Most of the poor people here wouldn’t have a clue, as even now the Ministry weren’t trumpeting the fact of his return; if anything, they were trying to give the impression that they had him and his followers under control, and many of them probably wouldn’t connect this attack with Death Eaters as they wouldn’t know what they were.
The room was much calmer now. Most of the conference attendees had been rounded up and were huddled together inside a circle of Death Eaters and the majority of the noise was now made up of sobbing and pleading. Some of the Death Eaters had removed their masks. That wasn’t a good sign. If they weren’t bothered about being recognised it was obviously because they didn’t intend to leave any witnesses.
Hermione’s heart beat faster for a moment at that thought and she could feel a wave of panic threatening to overwhelm her. She clenched her fist, forcing her nails into the soft skin in her palm in an effort to distract her brain from going down that route. She was safe for the moment, safer than the people out there, and as long as she didn’t do anything stupid she would be okay for a while longer. It was imperative that she made no noise. If she was caught and dragged out now she could end up being singled out for the Death Eaters’ attention.
Certain now that she wasn’t going to lose it, she slowly unclenched her fist, stretching the hand to try to get rid of some of the pain. A moment later she froze and put her hand over her mouth to cover the sound of her breathing as a Death Eater walked directly in front of the stack she was hiding behind.
Although he was one of the few still wearing his mask, Hermione knew that the Death Eater was Lucius Malfoy. If the long blond hair hadn’t given him away she would still have recognised him by his walk and the arrogant way in which he carried himself. She had met the father of Draco Malfoy, her nemesis from school, a few times over the years and none of them had been a pleasant experience for her.
The Malfoys’ hatred for Muggles and Muggle-borns was legendary and Lucius had made no secret of his disdain and loathing of her, even when he had been with the previous Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge. This had not been helped by Hermione’s academic prowess; she had beaten Draco in every subject at school every year they had been there, which infuriated both father and son.
She heard a noise to her left and turned slowly, hoping that Lucius had moved far enough along the row not to notice her movement. Not that she had any choice. She had to check in case it was another Death Eater moving in on her. It wasn’t. It was a frightened-looking wizard dressed in maroon robes, which for a moment reminded her ridiculously of Gilderoy Lockhart.
Hermione motioned to him quickly to stop him from coming any closer to her, indicating the presence of a Death Eater, and was relieved when the man turned away and into a different row. The relief didn’t last long, though. She could hear the sounds of people who, like her, had hidden in the stacks being rounded up and the Death Eaters obviously weren’t too bothered if people were hurt while they were doing it. She turned her attention briefly back to the room, trying to work out if there was any way she could get out of there without being seen, but it was looking less and less likely.
Things were happening in the centre of the room now, too. For some of the Death Eaters, this seemed to be a chance to torture and maim as two now-unmasked Death Eaters took it in turns to cast what appeared to be the Cruciatus Curse on a small wizard who had been pushed out of the panicking crowd. For others, there seemed to be a more sexual element. Another Death Eater, still in his mask, was attempting to pull the clothes from an attractive and clearly petrified young witch who was crying out in fear. All over the room similar scenes were beginning to unfold and having spotted guards on all the possible exits, Hermione could feel her positivity draining away.
She crept back along the row, not able to stand still in case the searching Death Eaters found her, but had to stop short when she realised she had once again come upon Lucius Malfoy. He wasn’t joining in choosing instead, to stand and watch. His mask, too, had now been removed and Hermione wasn’t quite sure what the look on his face meant. It certainly wasn’t enjoyment at observing what was going on around him and for a moment Hermione wondered whether he disapproved of the way the other Death Eaters were acting. He may not have been a Muggle-lover but surely he was no murderer or even a torturer, was he?
With the sound of others coming closer Hermione knew she had no choice. If she stayed where she was she was going to get caught. But she couldn’t get across the room without being caught either. As much as she hated the idea, the only thing she could do was give herself up to Lucius and pray that he was the man she hoped he was and that he would help her rather than see her tortured or killed.
She crept a little closer to where Lucius was standing, still trying to keep quiet as she didn’t want him to make a fuss and draw others’ attention to the fact that she was there. When she was what she hoped was close enough, she began trying to subtly attract his attention.
‘Mr Malfoy,’ Hermione whispered.
She saw him stiffen and turn slightly, a frown on his face. She tried again, just a little louder, and this time she knew he had definitely heard her. He turned more so he was now facing her and nonchalantly pulled a book from the shelf, opening and skimming through it, seeming interested in its contents. Hermione pulled out the corresponding book on her side so her face was revealed to him.
‘Can you help me, please?’ Hermione asked, her words coming out in a rush now that she was finally speaking. ‘Please help me get out of here.’
She was a little embarrassed at how pathetic and scared she sounded, but there was nothing she could do about that because she was absolutely bloody terrified.
Lucius looked blankly at Hermione for a moment and she suddenly remembered that the last time she had seen him had been at the Ministry of Magic when he had been caught and sent to Azkaban. She hoped he didn’t remember that. A few seconds later the blank look was replaced with a smug look of superiority. He gave Hermione a cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes and made her shiver.
‘Miss Granger,’ he acknowledged quietly. He continued to stare at her, his pale grey eyes almost piercing right through her.
‘Please help me,’ Hermione repeated, then stopped and looked to her left. She could hear voices coming her way. She surely only had a few seconds before she was caught. ‘Please,’ she begged more desperately. ‘You’re my only hope. Surely you don’t want to see me tortured and killed, do you? I know you don’t like me because I’m Muggle-born but you’re not a monster, I know you’re not. So please . . . help me.’
Lucius continued to study her, saying nothing, and for a moment she wished she could wipe the smug look off his face, but she knew it wouldn’t help. There was another noise from close by and Hermione felt her heart beating like a drum. For a third time, the terror rose. If he didn’t help her right now she was going to be caught and dragged out into the room, the centre of attention for all the Death Eaters present.
‘Please,’ she begged, her voice ragged as the tears welled in her eyes. ‘I’ll do anything, Mr Malfoy, but please, please help me.’ She could feel the tears running down her cheeks now and had to try hard to stop the sob that was building in her chest from erupting and giving away her location to everyone else. ‘Oh god, please don’t let me die,’ she whimpered in one last attempt to get Lucius to help her.
The voices were closer now. It was almost over. Lucius Malfoy wasn’t going to save her. She held her breath, trying to calm herself as she waited to be caught, determined that she wasn’t going to break down when it happened; she would go down fighting. But then Lucius spoke, his face unreadable now that the smirk was gone.
‘Yes.’
Hermione’s gratitude and relief almost gave her away as she exhaled too loudly, a cry of joy almost leaving her lips before she managed to cut the sound off.
‘Come here, now,’ Lucius said abruptly, and putting his book back on the shelf he began to move towards the gap that Hermione was already heading for.
Just in time, Hermione squeezed through the narrow aperture and into Lucius’ waiting arms. He took her wand from her as the searching Death Eaters turned into her row, crying out when they saw the back of her robes. Lucius leant around the shelf, brandishing both wands to show that Hermione had been caught.
‘Don’t worry, I’ve got her,’ he told the searcher, who grinned, gave a thumbs-up sign, and turned back to search another row.
Hermione was quaking as she stood with Lucius. She had no idea how he was going to get her out of this hellhole, but at least they weren’t being watched. All the other Death Eaters seemed to be otherwise engaged, and from the noises she could hear Hermione didn’t want to know what they were doing.
She gasped when Lucius wrapped his arm around her throat and pulled her back against him, pointing his wand at her head. That awful smile was back on his face, but this time it did reach his eyes and she realised he was enjoying this. Perhaps she had made a mistake in trusting him after all.
‘Anything,’ Lucius said, his voice making the word sound meaty. ‘You’ll do anything, you said?’
Hermione, not sure she could speak, gave a brief nod, trying not to get any closer to his wand.
‘Good,’ Lucius continued, sounding satisfied. He relaxed his grip on her a little; his other arm had snaked around her waist, trapping her completely with the one still draped around her neck. ‘To start with you can get on your knees and use that pretty little mouth of yours on my cock.’
‘What . . . but . . . what?’ Hermione couldn’t help voicing the question. She sounded disgusted.
Lucius gave a small chuckle that chilled her more effectively than any of the other noises she had heard that evening.
‘Well, you did say that you would do anything, Miss Granger.’
‘Yes, but—’
‘Do you no longer wish to be rescued?’ Lucius asked, cutting off Hermione’s protestation. ‘I can always pass you to the others for their enjoyment instead,’ he said dismissively, moving as if to push her further into the room towards the other Death Eaters.
‘No, please.’ Hermione sounded genuinely scared. ‘Surely you’re not that cruel. You couldn’t just stand by and see me attacked by them, could you?’
Lucius shrugged. ‘I’ve seen many things in my lifetime,’ he said honestly. ‘Anyway, why would I stay around to watch? That’s not my style at all. So it’s your choice, Miss Granger. Just think of it as protection payment.’
‘But I’m Muggle-born,’ Hermione reminded him. ‘Surely you wouldn’t be interested—’
Once again Lucius cut her off.
‘Well, it’s not ideal, I’ll admit,’ he said candidly, ‘but needs must and all that. And you are a delicious young thing, even considering your unfortunate blood status—’
He looked at Hermione critically for a moment.
‘—or perhaps you don’t believe that you’re worth saving,’ he finished.
‘I just didn’t expect to have to repay you in that way,’ Hermione said unhappily.
‘What did you think ‘anything’ would be? That you’d give me some Galleons? Or that I’d get you tutoring Draco or something?’ Lucius asked sarcastically. He gestured around the room, releasing his grip on Hermione’s throat even more so she could look around, too. ‘What do you think you’ll get if I give you to them?’ He let that sink in for a moment, then, ‘But of course it’s your choice, Miss Granger. I can help you escape from this, but oral sex is my fee.’
Hermione, who had just winced at something she had seen one of the other Death Eaters doing to an almost comatose witch, swallowed heavily then said despondently, ‘Please, just get me out of here.’
Lucius gave her that smug grin again. ‘An excellent decision on your part,’ he replied honestly.
He released his grip on her completely, watching her steadily as Hermione rubbed her throat, looking miserable.
‘Cheer up. It could be so much worse,’ he said patronisingly as he began to unbutton his trousers. ‘Now get down on your knees, there’s a good girl.’
Hermione looked and sounded horrified. ‘You expect me to do it here, where everyone can see us? I thought—’
Lucius’ laugh was harsh, stopping her from finishing. ‘You thought I’d free you first and then you could talk your way out of it? Bad luck, Mudblood. Payment first or you can join the others.’
‘I don’t know what to do,’ Hermione confessed. She could feel herself blushing with embarrassment at this admission but had no idea why. Surely it was a good thing that this wasn’t something she was experienced at, wasn’t it?
Lucius surveyed her for a few seconds, realising she was serious. He wasn’t sure whether her innocence excited or disappointed him. He had been anticipating a decent blowjob but he was no longer likely to get one, not if the girl really was a novice. On the other hand, that gave him all sorts of opportunities to guide her into pleasuring him in the way that would give him the greatest satisfaction.
‘First, get down on your knees and release my cock,’ he told her.
Still looking unhappy, Hermione did as he commanded, trying to block out the rest of the room and hoping everyone was too busy with their own business to watch what she and Lucius were doing. She had to pull his trousers down a little so she could access the bulge still trapped in his underpants, and she gasped as she pulled them down too, revealing the long, hard member that sprang free, already clearly ready for attention.
‘You can touch it,’ Lucius told her as he watched her staring, almost mesmerised, at his cock. ‘Wrap your hand around it and give it a good wank first.’
Hermione tentatively reached out to touch it, seeming surprised at the texture of it. She slowly wrapped her hand around it. Lucius gave a small hiss at the soft touch and wrapped his own much larger hand around hers, showing her how hard to grip and then how to move it; teaching her the rhythm that best suited him. Hermione obediently followed his lead and Lucius closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying what was happening. It felt good, but not as good as her mouth would.
‘Put it in your mouth and suck it.’ Lucius’ voice had become husky. ‘If you want to lick it to tease me a bit you can do that, too, but mainly you need to suck it. Sucking the head feels completely different to taking it as deep as you can. You need to mix it up and keep sucking to make me cum.’
Hermione didn’t look very happy at his command, but knowing she had no other choice she slid her mouth over the end, taking only the head and sucking experimentally. Lucius groaned so she carried on sucking. After a couple of minutes she released his cock to lick it instead, her tongue swirling around the shaft from the tip down to the base then back up again, her movements becoming less hesitant as she gained confidence in what she was doing.
From the noises Lucius was making he was obviously enjoying it. A loud gasp escaped his lips as her mouth enveloped him once more, taking him deeper this time. Hermione glanced up at him and Lucius gave a low growl; their eyes met for a moment before she returned to concentrating on what she was doing.
Lucius’ heart was pounding. Although clearly unskilled, Hermione’s mouth felt wonderful, and when she had gazed up at him a wave of pure lust filled his entire body. His hands moved, threading themselves through her hair as she continued to suck him, the teasing now finished, for the time being, at least.
He had the urge to force her head down, to make her swallow all of him, but instinctively knew this wasn’t the way to get Hermione to finish him off. Instead, he quietly praised her, making it clear to her that he was enjoying what she was doing, the feeling inside him rising ever higher as Hermione’s confidence in the act she was performing grew.
Her hands were on his trousers again, pulling them lower still; the underpants soon followed as her small, soft hands sought out his balls, a command from Lucius when the sucking was becoming almost too much for him to bear. As she squeezed and fondled, her mouth still sucking, now back to the oh-so-sensitive head, Lucius knew he couldn’t last much longer.
‘Oh gods, yes,’ he breathed, sounding almost in pain. Then with a long, low moan he erupted, filling Hermione’s mouth with a steady stream of hot, slightly bitter liquid.
Hermione, taken by surprise and not sure what to do, kept sucking. Lucius hissed and his hands released her hair and gently pushed her away. She sat back and stared at him, knowing she had no choice but to swallow although she would have preferred not to.
Lucius gazed back, a mixture of gratitude and desire running through his veins. Despite Hermione’s lack of experience, he had really enjoyed what she had done to him. So much so that he was now wishing he had demanded more from her than just oral sex.
Now he was looking at her with new eyes he wanted so much more, both giving and receiving, but he had made his bargain and now he had to stick with it and help Hermione escape. It was a shame, but it wasn’t all bad. There might be a way for him to exploit what had just occurred at a later date, and then who knew what might happen between them?
Reluctantly, Lucius redressed himself as Hermione stood up and looked around. The situation was getting out of hand; he needed to get her out as soon as possible, otherwise his comrades might decide she needed to join the other captives. She was trying not to look around too obviously, an anxious expression on her face.
‘I told you I would help you and I will,’ Lucius assured her. Then, before Hermione had a chance to say anything further, he hit her with a Stunning spell.
Lucius grabbed Hermione before she hit the floor and hoisted her over his shoulder, striding confidently across the room, ignoring the orgy of pain going on around him.
‘Where do you think you’re going, Lucius?’
Lucius stopped as a hand reached out to grab his arm. He turned to see Antonin Dolohov staring at him grimly.
‘We’ve been here too long. This was supposed to be a quick job. Get in, grab the Mudbloods, and take them back to the Dark Lord’s holding area — kill anyone who tried to resist — not have a bloody great orgy. We need to leave in case the alarm has been raised. The Dark Lord won’t be at all pleased if we all end up getting captured or killed because we were having too much fun torturing and playing with the captives, will he?’ Lucius said.
‘True,’ Antonin acknowledged coolly. ‘Although you were having just as much fun as the rest of us from what I could see.’
‘Yes, I was. But I also know not to overdo it. Some of these people are out of control. We need to round up the captives and get them away, then the place can be torched to dispose of the bodies. Tell everyone we need to be out in five minutes at most.’
‘You’re only taking the one?’ Antonin indicated Hermione, who was still hanging over Lucius’ shoulder.
‘Old school enemy of Draco’s. I want to keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t disappear,’ Lucius told him insouciantly.
‘Nice present for him,’ Antonin said with a grin. He pulled Hermione’s head up so he could see her face, then let it drop again. ‘Pretty girl. I’m sure you’ll both have lots of fun with her. Sometimes it’s a shame to have to get rid of them, isn’t it?’
Lucius shrugged as if he wasn’t really bothered.
‘No more talking. We need to get out of here. Time’s running out.’
‘You’re right,’ Antonin agreed. ‘You go, tell anyone you see on your way out. I’ll round up the others.’
Lucius knew it would be too dangerous to try to leave without alerting the others; Antonin would be sure to mention it to the Dark Lord if he did. Hermione’s rescue would have to wait. First, he needed to get the other Death Eaters out and evidence of their attack posted in the sky for all to see in the form of the Dark Mark.
He headed for the door, warning those he met on his way, realising that there wouldn’t be many captives left from tonight’s raid. Although the Dark Lord generally preferred to kill Mudbloods, he had recently been collecting them, something to taunt the Order of the Phoenix with, forcing them to reveal themselves in attempting a rescue or live with the fact that their inaction had caused the deaths of inestimable numbers of people.
It had been a great plan and had enabled the Dark Lord’s forces to rid themselves of several members of that nauseating band of do-gooders, until this raid. Now Lucius was stuck with a Mudblood he had promised to help, had already taken payment from and if truth be told, he had no desire to kill or see be killed, but now he had no way of getting her to safety without his loyalty being questioned. He had no choice but to take Hermione with the others and hope that there would be a chance to slip away later.
Lucius exited the building and knowing there was nothing he could do he watched for only a moment as Rabastan Lestrange raised the Dark Mark over the now burning edifice. Then he Apparated away, taking with him the still unconscious Hermione and two other captives that had been foisted upon him, stopping any chance of a clean escape for the girl over his shoulder.
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