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The Downfall of Greed	By : tcarlson Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 40804 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I woke up to something tickling my nose. I opened my eyes to find a vast mess of bushy hair in my face. There was a warm body curled up next to me with her head cuddled into my chest.

I didn’t remember taking a woman to my bed last night, and I’m usually good at remembering my sexual exploits.

The memory of the night before suddenly came crashing down on me. “Dear Merlin!” I yelled as I jumped out of bed and backed up a bit. I swallowed back some bile as I realized that I had allowed Hermione Granger to stay in my bed. What had I been thinking?

She made a happy little sound and snuggled deeper into the warm blankets. Well, at least she was alive.

She looked fine except that she was covered in her own dried blood. The sheets were smeared in it. I looked down at myself and noticed that I was also plastered in her blood. I gagged a little at the sight of her dirty blood on me. Apparently, I was too tired the night before to clean up a bit before falling asleep.

I made sure that she was still fast asleep and then hopped into the shower. The water couldn’t get hot enough to cleanse me of the feeling of being tainted with her blood. I must have soaped myself down at least five times.

When I was clean, dressed, and presentable, I stood over the still-sleeping girl and cleared my throat loudly. She opened one eye and stared up at me. Sitting up, she looked at the mess of the bed and herself and asked, “Couldn’t you have just let me die?”

“Believe me, it was tempting. And now I must burn these sheets.”

She rolled her eyes and got out of my bed. I moved into her path as she tried to make her way back to her room. She crossed her arms and said, “Are you going to move? Because I’d like to clean up, if you don’t mind.”

“So quick to forget what we learned last night, aren’t we? Or shall I look into your mind and find someone else to help you relearn the lesson?”

She gave a mock curtsy and spat out “Master” as she stepped around me. I whirled around, grabbed her by the hair, and threw her into the floor. Keeping a hold on her so she had to look at me, I snarled, “You would do well to remember who wields all the power here.”

“After last night do you think I care? Torture me! Kill me! I don’t care! I don’t know how you can take an innocent life without it tearing you up inside. It hurts! I hurt! I want to die, to not feel anything anymore!” she cried.

“My life would be so much easier if I could just kill you.”

“Then do it!” She took my hand that held my wand and pointed it at her chest.

I let go of her. “Death is too good for you.” I walked over to her room and cast a quick spell to clean it up. I also added a charm to make any fixtures unbreakable so I wouldn’t have another suicide attempt on my hands. Pushing her into the room, I said, “When you are ready to be reasonable and accept your fate, I will let you out again. Until that time, you are to have no interaction with anyone or anything. Food and water will appear twice a day, but will disappear after an hour. Knock on the door when you’ve decided to admit to your inferiority, be it days, weeks, months, or years. I am in no hurry.”

With that, I slammed and locked the door.

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As I exited my room to go to breakfast, I met my wife as she came down the hallway.

“I heard yelling,” she said as we met at the top of the stairs.

“Yes, the girl is insufferable.”

“Lover’s spat?” she asked acidly.

I raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re fucking her.”

I laughed, but stopped when I saw that Narcissa was serious. “What the hell gives you that idea?”

“You have a beautiful woman basically living in your room. I’ve turned my head from your other affairs, Lucius, but I won’t tolerate a Mudblood.”

“She’s a repulsive pain in my ass. I’m doing my duty to the Dark Lord, nothing more. Plus, I have my morals. As a Pure-blood, I would never stoop so low as to fuck a Mudblood.”

“You’re training her so the Dark Lord may use her so.”

“That’s his business.”

“Other men have kept Mudbloods for purely pleasure.”

“I’m not ‘other men’.”

“Draco thinks you’re fucking her, too. And you should hear what other Death Eaters are saying...”

“Now listen here,” I hissed. “I’m doing my part for the Cause. I’m following orders from the Dark Lord. I do not care what others are saying. I’m proud to serve my Lord. And if you knew what was good for you, you’d stop these outlandish accusations and support your husband in his task.”

I left her standing shocked on the stairs and continued into the dining room.

Breakfast was a silent affair. Narcissa sat looking chastised and Draco looked confused as to why his parents seemed to be quarreling when we usually took such a great effort to be coldly civil to each other. I ignored both of them by blocking them from view with the Daily Prophet.

A House-elf suddenly was bowing at my side. “So sorry to be disturbing you, Master, but Master has a Fire-call in the library,” it squeaked.

“Who is so important that you find it necessary to disrupt my breakfast?” I asked, turning a page in the newspaper.

“The Dark Lord, Master.”

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“I’m very pleased with your progress with the Mudblood,” Voldemort stated after I had briefed him on the last couple of days. “It seems that before long I shall have a very accommodating servant.”

“She is certainly on her way to becoming an adequate slave for you, my Lord,” I answered.

“Good, good. You are a very loyal and obedient Death Eater, Lucius. You shall be greatly rewarded when she is finished,” he said, “but I must admit that I didn’t call just to get an update. I must ask you to perform another task for me.”

“I shall be most honored to help you in any way I can.”

“It still regards the Mudblood so it won’t take you away from your other duties. I was thinking this morning that her . . . education . . . may still be lacking in some areas.”

“How so?”

“When you release her into my custody, I won’t have time to teach her the fine art of pleasing a man. I want her fully trained when she gets here. You are to do that for me. I wouldn’t trust anyone else. You have such . . . experience.”

“But, my Lord, I am a married man.”

“A married man who I’ve seen rape and have affairs with literally hundreds of woman. The last time you shared a bed with Narcissa was when Draco was conceived. You did your duty to produce an heir and that was that. I’ve seen enough Pure-blood arranged marriages to know how they work. Don’t use that as an excuse just because you find having intercourse with a Mudblood deplorable. I order you to do this for me.”

“Yes, my Lord. I apologize for my insolence.”

“After all, Lucius, Mudbloods are good for something,” Voldemort said suggestively. “Get over this silly notion that a Pure-blood can’t use them for pleasure. A warm body to use is about the only thing they are good for. I await your update in a few days’ time.”

With that he was gone.

Oh Merlin. I was going to have to touch Hermione Granger intimately. I was going to have to let her touch me intimately. The room suddenly got hot and I found it hard to breathe.

Breathe, Lucius, breathe. In and out. You can do this. For your Lord. For the Cause.

I grabbed the bottle of Firewhiskey off the bar and took a swig. Damn that girl to hell! How else was she going to upturn my life? First, she invades my home. Next, she takes up all of my time with her stubbornness. Now, she’s going to have me throw my morals to the wind.

She shall pay for all of it.
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