Filthy Little Mudblood | By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 30412 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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Several days passed for Hermione, coated in trepidation that was made no better with Severus’ help.
“Again, Granger, I have no idea what he meant about making exceptions for you, but it could not have been good,” he sighed wearily.
“He’ll have to kill me before I take someone else’s life. New Darkness or not, I just can’t do that, Severus.”
“I am well aware of that, little Gryffindor, but I believe we should just wait and see. I don’t see him allowing a muggle born to become a Death Eater. It would show him as hypocritical and I do not think he’d want to be seen that way for you.”
“But he IS a hypocrite!”
“Yes, but allowing you to join the ranks with those of the Malfoys and Lestranges would only lead to dangerous situations. Not only for you, but himself as well. Just bide your time and see what comes. He’s only called for you once since then, right?”
“No, several times, but these times we didn’t talk very much.”
“You usually talk?”
“A lot, actually. He’s very intelligent and can be rather charming.”
“I also noticed that he has shown you his other appearance.”
“That’s the way he always looks with me. Ever since the first time when I told him he looked like a snake and snakes creep me out.”
Severus laughed outright before replying, “You are lucky that you were not cursed. I’ve watched him with you, Granger, and to say that I am concerned about his obsession with you would be an understatement. Just be careful.”
“I will be. As careful as possible that is. So, have you met with the Order? How are they? Have you talked to Remus? Tell me what’s going on, Severus, I’ve not seen you or Lucius in days.”
“Calm down, Granger, you’re giving me a headache,” he said, the corners of his lips twitching slightly as he watched her bounce in excitement. “The Dark Lord has kept Lucius away from you on the pretense of missions and such, which is actually working in our favor.”
“What? How?”
“Lucius seems to miss you. He is also becoming increasingly angry with the Dark Lord for stealing you away from him. I’m trying to use this to persuade him of our cause, without letting him know that that is what I’m doing.”
“Mmm, I see. When he does get to come back, I’ll subtly try and help you with that.”
“Great, you getting in deeper is NOT what I need, Granger. What are your feelings towards Lucius, if I may ask.”
“Manners, Severus? I never expected such a thing.”
He scoffed at her cheek and waited patiently for her answer. “Well, he’s very intelligent, can be charming when he wants to be, has an aura of power that turns me on. Let’s see, he takes care of me and he’s a very generous lover. I’m quite fond of him actually.”
“You do realize you describe him and the Dark Lord in the same ways.”
“No, I didn’t,“ she replied, looking very confused and a bit frightened before deciding to change the topic. “Now, the Order?!”
“Ah, yes.” he said, allowing the change, but vowing to keep a closer eye on her developing feelings for both wizards, neither of which would lead the young witch anywhere but to heartache. “I took your advice actually and contacted your wolf. Lupin is going to meet with me today to discuss things.”
“Only Remus?”
“Yes, he seems to agree that Potter’s emotions would get the better of him and the meeting would be far from productive.”
Hermione laughed outright. “He’s right. Does he trust you?”
“Of course not! I took away the one person he could rely on, how do you think he feels. Aside from his little girlfriend, he has no one to share his confidences with. I’m surprised he agreed to meet with me, but then again, he could very well kill me on sight.”
“Um, talk to him about me. See if that helps.”
“You? I know you two are friendly, but why would talking about you help? Other than to say you’re alive and in one piece?”
“Remus and I had become very close before I was taken. If you tell him what I’m telling you, then he’ll know you speak the truth and that I’m working with you to help them.”
“Okay, explain.”
“About two months before my last mission, I walked into Ron’s bedroom and found something rather disturbing.”
“Granger,” he said, holding up his hand to stop her, “if you’re going to tell me Lupin and Weasley were in bed together…”
“NO! It was actually Ron and Tonks. Needless to say I was devastated. Remus and I were on a mission and when we got back I was so happy to see Ron and Harry that I ran to Ron’s room and threw open the door. Remus was behind me on his way to their room and saw what I saw. He kept me from cursing Ron into another realm. It was like he just accepted the fact that it would happen and was ready for it.”
“I would imagine with as little happiness as he’s had in his lifetime, he probably expected something would happen.”
“That’s so sad. I was heartbroken and Remus helped me through it. Ron started to yell at me, telling me it was my fault for being frigid and cold. That I was unlovable and all that, and before long, he stopped talking to me altogether. Harry tried to stay friends with both of us, but I was basically just pushed away with only Remus to talk to. He and Harry stayed close, I suppose, but the strain on everyone was unbearable and getting worse as time went on. When I went on that mission, I was actually contemplating moving out.”
“That would have been stupid.”
“Why? Think I’d get captured by Death Eaters or something?” she asked cheekily.
“Probably,” he answered out loud when he heard their eavesdropper leave the hallway by the door. “Entirely too many ears around here, Granger, be careful.”
“You be careful. And tell Remus ‘hello’ for me.”
The door opened slowly and they both looked up to see Lucius walking in. Hermione rushed to his side when she realized he was bleeding.
“Lucius, you’re hurt!” she said, leading him to the chair and then taking his cloak and cane and setting them down on the table.
“Yes, that happens. Miss me?” he asked, shooting a wry grin as she continued to fuss over him.
She was amazed at the way his face changed when he smiled and relaxed around her. Smiling broadly, she answered, “more than you know, Lucius.”
She walked to the bathroom and got a rag and small bowl of warm water and brought it back to the table. She sat on the table itself and took his hands in her own, tenderly touching his small cuts before taking the rag and cleaning them off as gently as possible.
“I could heal those, you know?” Severus asked amused.
“Sod off, Severus,” Lucius mumbled, his eyes never leaving Hermione as she worked to take care of him. No one had ever taken care of him before and his heart swelled with each of her gentle caresses.
Chuckling to himself, Severus stood and walked out of the door, knowing exactly where her attentions would lead the couple and not wanting to be a witness to such things.
“I missed you, Pet,” he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I’m glad,” she said, straddling his legs to get better access to the wounds on his face. She cleaned each one diligently, grinning to herself when he winced at her touch on a few of the deeper cuts. “I wish you didn’t have to leave me, love,” she purred. “I miss you terribly when you’re gone. I mean, I understand you have to do the Dark Lord’s bidding and all, but…”
Her words were cut off when he leaned in and captured her lips with his own. The kiss was gentle at first, but quickly became heated and passionate as she eagerly returned his advances. Breaking the kiss, his hands fell to her black, silk bathrobe and he trailed his fingers up and down between her breasts.
“You really are quite lovely,” he said. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Really?” she asked, slightly distracted by his hands skimming the inside of her breasts as he moved the silk out of the way. “I love surprises!”
“I know you do,” he mumbled, lowering his head to one uncovered breast to lick and suckle her nipple into a hard nub. “I bought you another dress for the next party.”
When he felt her body tense, he lifted his slightly confused gaze up to meet hers. “You don’t want a new dress?”
“I…I don’t know if I can watch something like that again, Lucius,” she said, voice trembling slightly.
“Ah, I see. This party is different. It’s the dance I was telling you about. There won’t be any muggles in attendance in any way. That better?”
“Very! Can I see my dress?”
“Sure,” he purred silkily against her other breast, “as soon as I’m done ravishing your sexy little body, I’ll show you the dress I went to so much trouble to procure.”
A soft moan escaped her lips as his mouth worked its way up to her throat and his hands cupped her ass and pulled her into his erection. Her small hands began working on his robes, quickly pulling them off of his broad shoulders as her nails scraped against his gorgeous skin and down his muscled arms. She let her mouth follow her fingers, trailing hot kisses along his neck and shoulders, then down his chest to flick across his nipples and making him moan as he held the back of her head.
She scooted backwards and slowly kissed down his stomach, following the sparse golden hairs that sprinkled beautifully over his body, but concentrated in a wonderful little trail that never failed to lead her to happiness. She peeled his clothes from his body and he sat on the chair, gloriously naked and staring at her with lust filled eyes. She knelt in front of him and lowered her fingers to his magnificent cock. Slight moisture was weeping from the tip and she flicked her tongue out to lap it, causing him to fist his hand in her hair and throw his head back. She took his length in her mouth and languidly sucked and licked him until he began thrusting his hips lightly.
“Gods, Hermione!” he sighed.
After several long moments of sweet torture, he growled at her, “Come here, witch. Let me have your body.”
Easily complying to his wishes, she crawled her way up his body and kissed him deeply as she straddled his legs. He pulled the tie of her robe and slowly pushed it off her shoulders and around her hips, allowing it to lay there as his gaze roamed her now naked perfection of beautiful breast, flat stomach, and amazingly wet pussy.
“I love your tits,” he breathed, again kissing and touching her until she thought she’d explode.
“Lucius, please,” she begged.
Slowly, he pulled her closer to him and guided his erection into her wet, waiting passage. “Oh yes, made for me, baby,” he rasped, gripping her hips and moving her further down on him.
Hermione began rocking slowly on his cock, loving the sensations and his perfect size. She needed no dark powers to make love with this wizard--he was perfection made over in her opinion and she loved every feeling that ran through her wanton body as he touched her and she touched him in return.
Gradually, teasingly, she began moving up and down his thick cock, reveling in the feeling and the soft moans falling from his lips as he watched the point where they joined.
“You’re so wet. So beautiful,” he said again, pulling her down for a heated kiss that made her body respond with passionate fury. Her hips quickened their pace and his hands held on tightly, bruising in their strength as he thrust up inside of her.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded after releasing her lips and watching her body. He kept his eyes on her hand as she slowly stroked her way from her breasts and down her stomach. Moaning in pleasure as he thrust harder into her willing body, she slid her hand down to her clit and began rubbing it furiously. “Yes, that’s it. Come for me baby! Let me watch as you pleasure yourself and tighten around me.”
His rough voice and promising demands were her undoing. With a pinch of her clit, she felt her body burn and explode, pulling a scream from her throat as she tightened and convulsed around his cock. With two more thrusts he came with her, spilling his seed deep within her body before she collapsed onto his shoulder and he breathed the scent of her hair.
“Gods, Lucius, that was incredible.”
He chuckled softly and replied, “it usually is with you, love.”
She sat up with a look of mock pain and anger on her face. “Usually? Only usually?”
Grinning at her, he said, “yes. Perhaps we should work harder to make it always.”
She playfully slapped his chest. “Git,” she said as she climbed off of him.
His muscles tensed immediately and she was afraid for a moment that her teasing had went too far. He had laughed after all, so why was he suddenly tense?
“Enjoy the show, son?” he said angrily, making her whip her head around to the door and wonder for a moment how she could not have heard him with her new abilities.
Lucius stared at his son, but, surprising them all, covered Hermione with her robe as he stood, gloriously naked, and faced his son.
“Actually, Father,” Draco spat, glaring daggers in Hermione’s direction, “I came to find you for Mother. You know, your wife? She’s looking for you.”
“My wife, Draco, is probably with Rebastan as we speak. Now, what’s your real reason for being here, boy?” he asked coldly.
“Rebastan? How dare you insinuate that Mother would do something…”
“I state only what I know, son. If you are through here, then I suggest you leave. Perhaps the next time you go on a mission, the Dark Lord will present you with a slave all of your own. I do feel sorry for the poor girl, I must say.”
“The last thing I want is a filthy little mudblood in my bed,” he said just as coldly, before turning and walking from the room.
“Oh gods,” Hermione gasped, still mortified that Draco had seen her, not only naked, but in the throes of passion with his father.
“He’ll get over it, I’m sure. Although, I’m not clear just where I went wrong with the boy. I know most of my old prejudices have been engrained in him, but it would seem respect was lost along the way, along with humility and compassion.”
“He’s been rather vile since I’ve known him, love, but he turned more so his sixth year.”
“Yes, I would gather that my imprisonment didn’t help matters. His mother coddles him too much, spoils him into being weak.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of taking the Dark Mark. It seems to have inflated his ego and sense of self a bit more.”
Lucius looked at her appraisingly as he finished dressing. “You could be right. However, he is still my son and I still love him, brat that he is. I suppose I should go find Narcissa, just in case.”
“What about my dress?” she asked sweetly.
Laughing, he kissed her lips and replied, “I’ll bring it to you tonight.”
~ ~ *** ~ ~
“Harry, you look horrible, mate.”
“Thanks, Ron,” Harry said sarcastically as he plopped down on the couch beside Remus.
“Perhaps a Sleeping Draught would help, Harry,” Remus said supportively as he glanced at his pocket watch once more.
“Maybe,” Harry said distractedly. The truth of the matter was, he wanted to have these dreams. No longer were his nightmares about Ginny, his own girlfriend, being raped over and over by the man he hates more than any other. Now, they were filled with amazing sexual encounters with a witch who had the most incredible body he’d ever seen. Numerous times now, he’d gotten himself off reliving the dreams from the night before. A few times, he’d found himself alone and a dream would wash over him when he dozed off during the day.
“I caught the name this time, Remus,” he said quietly.
Remus sat up straighter and listened intently to Harry. “It’s ‘tim molisje’.”
“Aw, Harry, are you talking about my sister again?” Charlie asked teasingly as he walked behind Harry and put his hand on his shoulder. “Sorry, that was in bad taste, I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“What are you talking about, Charlie?” he asked confusedly as Remus looked at Charlie and Ron just looked confused by the entire exchange.
“You were talking about your weakness, I just assumed it was Ginny. But joking about it is in very bad taste and I’m sorry,” he aid seriously, before asking, “When did you learn Albanian anyway? I only picked up a bit of it in Romania.”
Harry and Remus, aware of the implications and the seriousness of Charlie’s flippant comment, stared gobsmacked at the red-haired dragon tamer. Remus recovered a bit faster and asked, “is that what it means? My weakness?”
“Yea, I assumed he knew that since he was saying it and all,” Charlie replied, confusion etched on his face as he looked at them all like they’d gone mental.
“Um, no,” Harry said, finally finding his voice again, “it’s what Voldemort calls someone. I had no idea what it meant.”
“He calls someone his weakness? I thought he wasn’t supposed to have any weaknesses.”
“I think she’s more of an obsession, actually. But it’s become his name for her and he uses it out of habit more so now than anything, I believe.”
“So, who’s the girl?”
“I don’t know.”
“Find her and you’d have some serious leverage.”
“I know Charlie, but it won’t be that simple. If she truly is a weakness for him, he’ll have her locked up tighter than Fort Knox.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind, muggle expression.”
Remus stood abruptly, his mind still whirling. “I have to go out. I’ll be back shortly.”
~ ~ *** ~ ~
Drawing his wand and quietly walking up behind the dark haired wizard, Remus quickly pushed the tip into the man’s ribs and hissed, “hand me your wand, Severus, and don’t move.”
“I could kill you where you stand, wolf,” he replied, but slowly handed the man his wand.
“You could try, I suppose. Why are we meeting here?” he asked. The room was dark and dank, smelling of mold and death to the werewolf’s sensitive nose.
“Obviously, we’re here because I’m wanted for murder. Taking a leisurely stroll through Diagon Alley would surely have someone recognizing me.”
“Yes, speaking of which,” he snarled, jabbing his wand further into Snape’s ribs, “what the fuck do you want?”
“Lupin, do not attempt to be as stupid and emotional as Potter. You are far too intelligent for that.”
“Really? Well then, start from the beginning and let us go from there.”
“Get your wand away from me before I hurt you.”
Remus watched the wizard for a moment, seeing glimpses of guilt and trepidation in his normally cool demeanor, and lowered his wand. They took seats across from each other at a small table and Severus slowly began speaking.
“Dumbledore was dying. The curse that killed his arm had invaded his body and was killing him. He knew that in the end, Draco wouldn’t be able to do what was tasked of him and that I would have to finish it. I’m sure Potter has given you his skewed view of the events, but, as always, there’s more to things than the hothead realized.”
“I thought as much, actually, but I’d appreciate it if you’d keep your remarks of him to yourself. Now, tell me why you didn’t come right out and say this when it happened.”
“I have a job to do, several now actually, that require my being with the Dark Lord. I couldn’t very well do that if I was still associated with the Order.”
“So, why associate yourself now?”
“The Dark Lord has requested it.”
“And you think at his request, they’ll let you back in?!” Remus asked incredulously.
“No, I think it best that no one know of this except for you. It will be better if I talk to none but yourself, for the time being. It will be up to you to inform the others of my involvement and explain the situation. When they’ve come to terms with it, then I have an exchange.”
“An exchange?”
“Yes, when the time comes, you can tell them that as proof of my loyalty to them, that I rescued Ginny Weasley and brought her back. That should endear them slightly, don’t you agree?”
“You’d have to actually have her,” he said, then after a moments pause, added, “Ginny and Hermione or nothing at all!” he spat.
“Ah, yes. Granger did say you two had a connection to each other.”
Remus’ face softened immediately and he asked, like a man dying from thirst, “is she ok? Can you tell me where she is? Can you save her as well?”
“Touching,” he sneered, unable to resist tormenting the man in front of him.
“You’re lying,” Remus said, his expression suddenly hard again. “You don’t even know where she is.”
“She told me an interesting tale, seemed to think you would need convincing that I am indeed on your side. I shall spare you the disgusting details, but needless to say, I know about Ron and Black’s little cousin. Quite disturbing in my opinion, but nevertheless.”
“She told you that?”
“Yes. Granger is, at the moment, making the best of her situation. She has also, as usual for her, gotten herself in rather deeper than needed and has decided to do something from the inside to help with the war.”
“My gods, it’s her, isn’t it?” he asked in shock. “I always suspected, always feared it was her since Harry started having the dreams, but I just hoped…”
“He has shown Potter? Fabulous,” he said sarcastically. “I can only assume that it is his way of making Potter feel, not only betrayed, but as though he’s betrayed her as well. And as weak as Potter is, I’m sure it will work.”
“Unfortunately, I’m afraid you’re right. But he said this girl actually, um, enjoys herself.”
“Granger has absorbed a dark magical power from a book she had no business reading. Long story short, this power allows her to handle things of this nature. It’s this new ability that has her ready to take on the war single-handed.”
“And you’re helping her? I thought you hated her.”
“Things change, Lupin. I’ve been rather impressed by her actually, and I’m not the only one. The Dark Lord has become rather obsessed with her as has Lucius. If I had to guess, I’d say Lucius was actually falling for the girl. He’ll help protect her as well.”
“Lucius Malfoy? You’ve got to be kidding.”
“No, but does it surprise you that much to know that she could change a man’s views?”
“Not really, no, but are his views actually changing? Are you saying he may switch sides as well?”
“Not yet, but we’re working on that. His loyalty is wavering at the moment. You must talk to the Order and explain the situation. I would prefer Granger be left out of it. When Miss Weasley is returned, she should be sleeping for several days. I have no doubt that when she wakes up, she will be spouting all kinds of nonsense and it would be best that they are allowed to believe it.”
“I think I understand. Contact me soon and I’ll see what I can set up,” he said, rising from his seat to take his leave.
“Do be quick, Lupin, I am on a deadline.”
Remus nodded his head in answer and walked out of the door before apparating home. He wasn’t sure why he believed Severus so easily, probably because of Hermione if truth be told, but he was sure that the others would not. He also wasn’t sure why he didn’t tell the man about what they had just learned about the name. Keeping that bit of information to himself, along with what Severus said about Hermione and Voldemort, Remus walked quickly into the house and up to his room. He’d arrange his thoughts, along with a meeting, and discuss what was going to be done to at least bring Ginny back to Harry.
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