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Rather Painful Lessons	By : severuslucius Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7551 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Alleyways to Avoid
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Title: Rather Painful Lessons

Title of This Portion: Alleways to Avoid

Rating: Unabashedly NC-17. PWSP. . .Porn With Some Plot

Pairing: LM/HG

Warning: Some BDSM elements, mainly later on in the story. I'm merely putting the characters where I want them at this time.

Spoiler Warning: Some mild spoilers for OOTP.

Hermione carefully picked her way through the grimy streets of Knockturn Alley. The narrow alleyway was littered with bits of refuse and covered in a peculiar mixture of slime and mud. Hermione carefully brought the hood of the cloak down over her face, despite the ungodly heat and resolutely pressed onward, reminding herself of her purpose. Hermione had only worn a skirt and a gauzy white shirt today, owing to the heat and her voluminous cloak.

Hermione had Apparated here to retrieve some morally questionable potion ingredients for her seventh year project. She'd had received an OWL in Potions and wanted to pass her NEWTS with high marks. To do so, she'd need to concoct a potion of her very own. Professor Snape was exacting when it came to personal projects and she needed something truly spectacular to earn his seal of approval. She'd chosen t an an anti-magic potion. Several of them existed, of course, but they were only useful for minor curses. Hermione hoped to make one that would counteract an Unforgiveable curse. In order to make it, she'd need some rather dark potion ingredients. One needed dark anti-magic do counteract dark magic.

Steeling her courage, Hermione walked into Gruebber and Gumps. Inside, she found something more awful than Professor Snape's office with its bottled oddities. This place was rife with larger animal parts such as chicken feet and pig's tongue. As a rule, the students at Hogwarts limited to themselves to cold-blooded animal parts and insects. There were exotic poisons like Nightshade and beautiful but deadly Poison Poppies. Ceremonial daggers were displayed in black cases with crimson velvet linings. One of the placards claimed that the athame inside had been christened with virgin's blood.

"Can I help you, girlie?" A croaky voice asked.

Hermione whirled to see the shopkeeper, a gnarled old man with missing teeth and one eye. "Er, yes sir. I'm looking for Muggle's Bane and snake root."

He didn't seem to think the request unu unusual because he didn't even bat an, er, eye. "Right this way." He motioned for her to follow him to a row of bins with silver scoops. "How much?"

"A pound each should suffice," Hermione said, a relieved smile settling on her mouth.

He measured out the required amount and took it to the register. "Two galleons, girlie."

Hermione knew the price would be steep and handed over the money. She accepted the package from him. "Thank you."

"Nice doing business with you," he muttered, eagerly pocketing the money.

"Quite," she said with a roll of her eyes. She quickly walked out of the shop and forgot the odious little man.

She was about to turn and race out of the alleyway when a well-dressed Wizard brushed past her. Hermione blinked when the air around him rippled and then he simply vanished before her eyes.

Hermione looked around but the various wizards and witches around her didn't appear to be disturbed by his disappearance. Then again, they were more or less evil people.

"Sir?" she called tentatively.

No response.

Hermione walked forward, putting her arms out in front of her. "Sir?" There was a chilly sensation as something seized her fingers and then her wrists. In fact, it creeped up her entire arm and rushed her forward. It was quite like entering Platform nine and three-quarters, except a bit more violent.

Hermione was unceremoniously dumped on the sidewalk - only this one wasn't littered with rubbish. No, this sidewalk was made of gold. Literally. She could feel the coolness of it beneath her bare legs. She scrambled to her feet and began taking in her sorroundings. The golden path beneath her seemed twinkle as she trod upon it, ridiculously wondering if she was scuffing it with her shoes.

A sign caught her attention, it stood to the left of the sidewalk and was written in a sprawling script, "Lascivious Alley."

Hermione gaped at the sign. This was some sort of an adult alley, rather like a "red light district" only more upscale. She looked at the shops that surrounded her with undisguised curiosity. Directly in front of her was a lingerie shop, Victoria's Veneers. Its windows were filled with lacy confections in various colors. All of them were incredibly indecent and oddly attractive. Hermione's attention drifted to the bookstore beside it. It was called Flourish and Blotts but the familiar store sign had a small line of type beneath it "For Mature Readers".

Hermione was about to investigate further when a coach pulled up on the other side of the street. The coachman opened the door and a tall, blond man exited the carriage. Lucius Malfoy. He was dressed as impeccably as always. His robes were dove grey and trimmed with silver buckles. Beneath it he wore a midnight blue tunic and breeches. In his gloved hands was his snake-headed cane which he tapped on the ground impatiently.

Hermione eyes widened. She couldn't say that she surprised he visited a place like this but was curious as to what he was doing here. When Hermione had first met the man, she'd been a little girl. She hadn't been able to recognize the potent mixture of sexuality and menace he radiated. Hermione had crossed his path since then and she'd been uncomfortably aware of him on those occasions. Of course, he'd been trying to kill her and the rest of her friends on one of those occasions. He'd been sent to Azkaban until his trial date but Lucius was acquitted. It is amazing what one can do with social influence and a few hundred thousand galleons.

A woman came strutting over to the carriage. She was blond, nearly as tall as he was, and wearing in an impossibly tight sheath of blue. The neckline was indecently low and the dress was backless as well. It was clear that she wasn't wearing any undergarments either.

"You're late," Lucius intoned, leaning against the carriage indolently.

"I'm sorry, Lucius" the woman said, putting a pout on her bow-shaped lips.

Hermione stepped a bit closer and strained to hear what was being said.

"Do you know happens to women who keep me waiting?" Lucius asked cooly.

"No," the blond replied, shivering slightly.

"They have to be punished," he said, reaching out for her and pressing her back against the carriage.

Hermione gasped. She darted a glance at the other shoppers but no one seemed to be paying Malfoy and his mistress any attention.

The woman did as well but then she moaned. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Are you?" Lucius retorted as he grasped both of her writs in his hands and pinned them to the wall above her head. "I don't believe you."

"What can I do to convince you?" she asked throatily.

"You'll do whatever I tell you to," Lucius said as he brought his mouth to hers. He kissed the woman fiercely, plundering her mouth.

Hermione's breath quickened as she watched the sordid little tableau before her. She'd never seen anything quite like this. She knew she should look away but she couldn't seem to make herself. Nor could she stop the little eddies of longing that swirled in her body.

When he had finished ravaging the woman's mouth, he turned his attention to her breasts which were rising and falling in rapid succession. Lucius cupped a cloth-covered breast. "Do you want me, Angelique?"

"Y-yes!" she wailed.

With a leer, Malfoy shoved the material aside so he could fondle her. "What if I pushed up your dress and pounded into you right here? Would you go alone with it?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Would you moan my name and beg me for more?"

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

Hermione couldn't breathe. She didn't know what would bother her more. That Malfoy would do what he threatened. . .or that he wouldn't.

"Yes, sir!" Angelique moaned. "Anything you want."

Pleased with her answer, Malfoy released her abruptly. "Exhibitionism normally leaves me cold, Angelique, but thanks for the offer." He patted her head. " Get in the carriage like a good girl."

The unflappable footman came forward and helped the young woman into the carriage, despite the fact that her lips were swollen, her hair was in disarray, and one of her breasts was exposed.

Hermione was about to turn and make for the relative safety of Knockturn Alley when Lucius turned around and very deliberately looked her in the eye. She backed away from him and the grin he gave her was positively predatory. Hermione pressed herself more firmly against the wall. Lucius slowly prowled towards her, taking his time and increasing her nervousness.

Hermione shook her head, trying to dispel the hold he had on her and then took off at a dead-run. She ran towards the portal to Knockturn Alley with Lucius right behind her. Hermione was about to dive through it when he grabbed the black of her cloak.

"Let me go!" Hermione shouted, arms flailing.

"And I got the distinct impression that you'd like me to get a hold of you," Lucius drawled, pushing her back into a shadowed alcove. The sidewalk was a mixture of sooty black and gleaming gold. Malfoy pinned her against the wall, subduing her struggles easily.

Her face flooded with color. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Then you weren't just spying on me, little girl?" Lucius asked, trailing one leather sheathed finger over her smooth cheek. "You weren't aroused by the sight of me touching my mistress?"

"No! Of course not!" Hermione cried, trying to scoot away from him but it was impossible when hemmed in by his larger form.

"Then, you weren't imagining me kissing your lips?" At this, he brushed his finger over her mouth and trailed it down her throat. "Touching your breasts?" His hand slid beneath her cloak and cupped her right breast.

"No, you mustn't do that," Hermione protested even as her nipple pebbled beneath his palm.

"Oh, but I must, you see, because I was imagining doing this to you as well."

Hermione's eyes closed at that. She felt so warm all of a sudden. As though someone had turned a switch on inside of her body and she was full of this turgid warmth.

Lucius fit his mouth against hers but he did not kiss her. "I'm going to have you, little girl," he vowed, brushing his lips against hers briefly. "But not today," he said with some effort. "This is neither the time nor the place." With a muttered oath, Lucius impatiently flipped the cloak back over her shoulders. He pulled back from her and adjusted his clothing.

Hermione thought she might have fallen had her back not been pressed up against the wall. She took in a several gulps of air. She felt as though she'd been running a marathon.

"Good afternoon, Miss Granger," Lucius said, executing a perfect albeit mocking bow. He walked away from her as though they'd been talking about the weather or something equally innocuous.

Hermione walked through the portal on shaky knees. And she'd thought Knockturn Alley was the most dangerous of them all.

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Hermione tensed as an owl landed beside her own the porch swing. It had been nearly two weeks she'd mistakenly gone to Lascivious Alley and Hermione had been on guard ever since. Fortunately, Mr. Malfoy had made no attempt to see her or contact her. . .until today?

Hermione was relieved to see a Hogwarts' stamp on the letter attached to the owl. She tamped down on the small part of her that was disappointed. She pulled at the string around its leg and released her Hogwarts letter. "Thank you," she said to the bird, patting its head.

Its eyes closed briefly at her touch and compliment, it preened before it took off.

Chuckling, Hermione opened it and read over Professor's McGonnagal's message about her duties. Basically, she reminded Hermione of everything she'd said last year.

Hermione had been told the year before that she was selected to be Head Girl. Her happiness had been a little overshadowed by the fact that Draco Malfoy was Head Boy. Could there be anything worse than being placed in close proximity to that annoying prat? She'd finally decided that the only thing worse would be not being made Head Girl.

As Head Girl and Boy the would have private rooms in the Professor's Tower. Only Heads of House lived with their students. She and Draco would also be required to dine with the professors. They were also required to do a joint project. Hermione had made up her mind to ignore him as much as possible.

She turned to the second page of the letter and read over the list of school books that she would need. She sighed at that. It was several hundred galleons worth. Each year books got more and more expensive. At the end of the note, Professor McGonnagall had written a hasty postscript to "prepare" her it said, because of "ordeal" Hermione, Harry, and Ron had gone through at his hands. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor was none other that Lucius Malfoy.

The parchment drifted to the floor. "Damn and blast," Hermione said succinctly.
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