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Captive	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 27210 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
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- 9-Nine
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- 11-Eleven
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‘What’s the matter, love?’ Lucius sounded concerned as he voiced the question.
He wrapped his arms around Hermione, pulling her closer. He was worried about her. She had been in a strange mood ever since returning from the Burrow and she had refused to talk to him about it. It had affected their lovemaking, too, which had been distinctly lacklustre this evening. Lucius wished he could discover what had happened and find a way to put it right but he needed to do so without losing his temper, particularly with Hermione’s friends, those blasted Weasleys she adored so much.
Lucius had some important news to share with her and an even more important question to ask but he needed Hermione to be in the right frame of mind otherwise, she might give the wrong answer and that would be disastrous.
Hermione sighed expressively but didn’t say anything.
‘Come on, Hermione, talk to me,’ Lucius cajoled. ‘I know you’re not happy and I know it must have been something that happened while you were at the Burrow because you were fine when you left this morning.’ He paused for a moment, then added, ‘You know you can tell me anything, don’t you? I won’t get annoyed, whatever it is. I promise.’
Hermione shook her head as if to refuse but then said, ‘Mrs Weasley was quite harsh with me earlier. I know I’m probably just being stupid but it really upset me because I’ve always got on well with her previously — she was almost like a second mother to me.’
‘What did she say to you?’ Lucius asked.
Another sigh. ‘She seems to be under the impression that I only took the library job because I was still upset at splitting up with Ron, and that I was using it as a bolt hole to hide away from the world.’
‘Is that the reason you took the job?’ Lucius asked.
Hermione glared at him. ‘You know it isn’t. Ron and I were only a couple for a short while in the immediate aftermath of the war. It didn’t take us long to discover that we really weren’t suited to each other. He’s more like my brother — him and Harry. By the time of your trial we had already separated, and I certainly wasn’t looking to lock myself away.’
‘So was I a rebound shag, then?’ Lucius asked in amusement.
‘No, you weren’t.’ Hermione sounded vexed. ‘I shagged you because I fancied you.’
Lucius squeezed her. He was grinning happily. ‘Well, that’s good to know, anyway.’
‘Mrs Weasley pretty much said that I was an old maid,’ Hermione blurted out, still angry at what had been said. ‘She thinks I should be out looking for a husband, not locking myself away in a dusty old library. I tried to tell her I was enjoying my job but she was having none of it.’
‘You have to remember that Molly comes from a different era,’ Lucius told her soothingly. ‘For her, getting married and having a family is the best thing you can do. She did it herself and she’s been extraordinarily successful at it. Obviously, she cares about you, Hermione, and she wants the best for you. For her, that’s the husband and family that have given her so much fulfilment over the years.’
After a little more coaxing Hermione grudgingly acknowledged that this might be true, but then she said, ‘I was so fed up with her preaching that I told her about us — about you.’
She half expected Lucius to be angry at her indiscretion, but instead, he just looked amused.
‘Merlin’s beard, no wonder she wasn’t very happy with you. I can’t imagine she was overly pleased to discover who your lover was.’
‘No, she wasn’t,’ Hermione admitted. ‘She said you were a liar and that you would only end up hurting me. I tried to point out that I know what you’re like, especially as I’m living with you, but she just couldn’t accept that you might have changed and that I know what I’m doing . . . and more to the point, that what I’m doing is the right thing for me at the moment.’
‘She’s just trying to protect you. Molly feels responsible for you — and you have to remember that things have been rather strained between our families for a long time so it’s not really surprising she doesn’t trust me. I haven’t really ever given her any reason to. It’s been years since I last saw her,’ Lucius said.
‘But she’s not willing to consider, even for one minute, that I might be right and you might have changed. It’s extremely frustrating,’ Hermione retorted, still angry.
Lucius shrugged and said mildly, ‘I wouldn’t worry about it. Molly’s opinion doesn’t really count for much with us, does it?’
Hermione shook her head but she still looked unhappy. ‘No one’s going to understand about us, though, are they?’
‘Do you care?’ Lucius sounded casual, as if he wasn’t bothered, hoping this might relax Hermione.
She shrugged, too, trying to pretend she didn’t care, but Lucius could see she was still upset and knew it was bothering her more than he had realised. He pulled her close and squeezed her tightly, kissing the top of her head as he held her.
‘It’s obviously very flattering that you’re willing to get so indignant on my behalf, Hermione, but I don’t want you falling out with your friends over it. This is a new situation for all of us and it’s going to take a bit of getting used to. I fully expected and understood that the Malfoys were going to have to prove themselves after our position in the war, as I’m sure Narcissa and Draco did, too. It’s understandable that people aren’t going to trust us straight away, especially when some enmities have been running for several decades.
‘It would be lovely if everyone just accepted that we have changed, of course it would, but unfortunately you and I both know the real world doesn’t work like that. There will always be suspicion of our motives, whatever we do. With those people — and yet again, unfortunately, they tend to be the ones we’re closest to — it’s going to take a little longer and take a bit more work to convince, particularly as we’re dealing with something so personal in this instance.’
Hermione still looked miserable. ‘But they’re not even willing to give you a chance, Lucius. That’s what annoys me.’
Lucius gave her a small smile and hugged her again. ‘Ah, but once again, my love, it’s all about perception. It’s not really such a surprise that people would question the motives of a middle-aged man involved in a relationship with a much younger woman, particularly as you are so young — not much older than a child in the eyes of people like Molly and Arthur, who you’ve just said are like parents to you. Add to that the fact that the man in question used to be a Death Eater and held strongly negative views about Muggles and their magical offspring and that the woman is Muggle-born and it’s easy to see why suspicion abounds.
‘However you may feel, there are two issues working against us here — my reputation and your age. There are very few people who won’t have an opinion about one of them and many will be suspicious of both. There is no way we can fight them with words; you’ve already seen for yourself that trying to convince people verbally makes no difference whatsoever.
‘It’s our actions that will speak loudest for us, Hermione, our actions that will show Molly and everyone else who worries about you that you were right. When we’ve been married for fifty years and got a dozen children, maybe they’ll stop worrying about you so hard and realise that I really do love you.’
‘Fifty years. That’s a laugh. At this rate we’ll be lucky if we ever get married,’ Hermione said automatically, her voice bitter.
Lucius frowned. ‘What makes you say that?’
‘I know you don’t want to marry me, Lucius. Remember when I suggested you might want to think about getting a divorce — you didn’t want to, and you questioned whether us getting married was the right thing for me to do. I don’t mind if you don’t want to marry me . . . not really, but I just wish you’d be honest with me about it and not try to use my age as an excuse not to do it.’
Lucius studied her quietly for almost a minute as he debated what to say.
‘That’s really what you think, is it?’ he asked quietly.
Hermione gave a small, sad nod. Her eyes were watery with unshed tears that Lucius was sure were about to break free, whatever he said to her.
‘Well, that makes what I was going to say next a little bit tricky,’ he said.
Lucius saw Hermione’s face freeze, a look of pure panic on it.
‘Hermione, will you marry me?’
Hermione thought her heart had stopped beating as panic overwhelmed her. Lucius was going to confirm that he didn’t want her to be his wife; that he had only been playing with her, that his comment about the fifty years and the dozen children was a joke. Suddenly his words broke into her mind, almost foreign, as they weren’t what she was expecting at all.
She stared at him, dumbfounded. ‘What did you say?’
Lucius’ felt his heart patter with trepidation as he waited for Hermione’s response, her face giving away nothing of her feelings about what he had just asked her. Her question confused him; he was unable to understand why she hadn’t heard him the first time and why she wasn’t saying yes.
Oh gods, perhaps she was going to reject him? Lucius had no idea what he would do if that happened. Since she came back to him at the Leaky Cauldron he had never once envisaged a world where Hermione wasn’t part of his life . . . wasn’t the whole of his life.
He realised she was staring at him, waiting for him to repeat the question. He took hold of her hand and stroked it gently as he spoke.
‘Will you marry me, Hermione?’
‘I thought that’s what you said but I couldn’t believe you really had,’ Hermione replied.
Lucius looked at her, still waiting for her answer.
‘You’ve only asked me because I was so upset, haven’t you?’ she demanded.
Lucius deflated, not sure why everything suddenly seemed to be going completely wrong.
‘Of course that’s not the reason,’ he said, perturbed.
‘You didn’t really want to marry me but because I was upset by Mrs Weasley it’s made you feel guilty or something, so you asked me,’ Hermione accused her voice hollow.
‘That’s not it at all,’ Lucius insisted. ‘I love you, Hermione. Surely you know that by now? I wanted you for so long and then when I finally got you I couldn’t quite believe I was that lucky. There was no point in rushing things; you are so young and could quite easily change your mind at any moment, especially once you finish working on the library. I thought it better to wait and see how things progressed between us, but today I had some excellent news and it changed everything.’
‘What news?’ Hermione asked although she knew what he was going to say. It could only be one thing.
‘Narcissa’s lover, Barney Selwyn, has finally left his wife and she’s asked for a divorce. Obviously, I have no intention of standing in her way. I understand that Barney has already completed negotiations on his side and Narcissa is asking for very little from me as she is eager to get this finalised as soon as possible. The two of them intend to leave the country for a new life in Jersey in time for Christmas and would like the divorce concluded by then if at all possible. With Narcissa gone from here and with the marriage ended, leaving me free at last, there is absolutely no reason why we can’t get married . . . if you’ll have me, Hermione.’
Hermione nodded as he spoke, confirming what she already knew, and her heart gave a little flutter as he talked about marrying her.
‘What were you going to say?’ she asked.
Lucius looked confused. ‘What do you mean?’
‘You said, “That makes what I was going to say next a little bit tricky,”’ Hermione reminded him.
Lucius’ face broke out into a smile as relief coursed through him.
‘I was going to ask you to marry me — which I then duly did. But you’d just told me that you didn’t believe I would marry you; that’s what made it tricky, nothing else, I promise.’ He lifted her hand and kissed it, then looked at her hopefully. ‘So, you haven’t given me your answer yet—
‘Will you be my wife?’
Hermione stared back at him unblinkingly for long enough that Lucius’ heart dipped with disappointment again. Now, what was wrong?
‘What would happen if I said no?’ Hermione’s voice was quiet.
Lucius thought about the question, his heart racing. He had a feeling this was a test and he needed to pass it. What would happen? He had no idea as he had never even considered Hermione turning him down, which was stupid now he came to think about it.
But did it matter? He loved Hermione and would still love her whether they were married or not. They had already been living as if they were married for months so nothing had to change, did it?
Perhaps it would be for the best, would give Hermione a chance to realise he was serious and not just proposing because he thought it was what she wanted to hear. They could continue as they were for another year, maybe even two, and then he could ask her again, and he could keep asking every year until she finally said yes.
Lucius smiled and squeezed her hand. ‘Then we’ll continue as we are until you decide you’re ready to marry me . . . if you ever do.’
Hermione considered this for a couple of seconds.
‘And if I say yes?’
‘Then you make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife, with everything that goes along with that state.’
‘Then yes. I will marry you, Lucius.’
Hermione could feel her heart pounding fit to burst as she said the words. A swirling feeling in her stomach made her feel giggly and nauseated at the same time. She could feel the tears that had been so close for so long finally break free and stream down her face even though she was smiling like a loon, a rush of pleasure like she had never known before bubbling up inside like fizzing champagne bubbles threatening to break free.
Lucius, looking ecstatic at her response, pulled her into his arms and kissed her with a fervour she had never experienced before, even with him. It took her breath away and she stared at him, panting, her eyes glistening — as were his, she suddenly realised.
‘We need champagne and sex,’ he announced happily as he clicked his fingers.
There was a pop and a house-elf appeared.
‘Can you bring us the 1985 Krug?’ he ordered.
The house-elf nodded, clearly understanding the request, and disappeared.
Lucius kissed Hermione several times as they waited for the elf to return with the bottle and glasses. Once they arrived, the bottle somehow already chilled to the perfect temperature and in a silver ice bucket that glistened with condensation, he finally released her and slid from the bed.
A few seconds later Lucius removed the foil and cage from the distinctive bottle, his strong fingers working the cork until it erupted with a satisfying pop. He admired the expensive straw-coloured wine as he poured it, clearly enjoying watching the fine bubbles as they rose to the surface. He sniffed the wine and closed his eyes, savouring the aroma of honey and hazelnuts mixed with brioche.
Lucius returned the bottle to the ice bucket and passed Hermione the glasses before climbing back into bed beside her. Once settled, he took a glass and the two of them clinked before twisting arms, each feeding the other the champagne in their glass. Realising this wasn’t as easy or romantic as they had thought, they went back to drinking from their own glasses.
‘This is lovely,’ Hermione said as she looked at her glass. Although solidly fruity, the champagne reminded her of lemon curd on toast with a dash of caramel.
‘It should be. It’s eighty Galleons a bottle,’ Lucius replied without batting an eyelid.
Hermione almost choked. ‘How much? Bloody hell. Eighty Galleons?’
Lucius looked amused. ‘We don’t normally drink wine that expensive, Hermione, but this is a special occasion that demands a special bottle of wine. It was, actually, the second best bottle currently in my cellar . . . that’s of drinkable age, anyway.’
‘Second best?’ Hermione tried to sound annoyed at not being considered good enough for Lucius’ best bottle but knew she was failing. She couldn’t be annoyed about anything at the moment.
Lucius nodded, then having watched Hermione take another mouthful he took the almost empty glass from her and placed them both on the cabinet next to his side of the bed. He pulled her close to him, his hands already caressing her body.
‘The best bottle is being saved for our wedding night,’ he told her softly. ‘Which is going to be absolutely perfect.’
‘And when will that be?’ Hermione asked. Her hands were moving as well.
‘That, my love, is entirely up to you,’ Lucius murmured as he kissed down her throat. ‘Your will is my command.’
Hermione was quiet for a moment, then, ‘We need to wait until the library is finished.’
Lucius stopped what he was doing and stared at her as if she was mad. ‘But that’s ages away, isn’t it?’
‘It is, but if we get married before it’s finished it’ll never get done, not if we’re having a dozen children.’ She grinned at him.
‘We could always employ someone else to finish it,’ Lucius suggested.
Hermione stiffened, the anger she had been convinced she couldn’t feel welling up like a hot stream of lava. ‘That’s my library . . . my plan . . . my work and no one else is going to come in and take over.’
‘You’re right, of course, I wasn’t thinking,’ Lucius replied soothingly, his fingers gently caressing to calm her once more. ‘You need to finish it yourself, I understand. I was just eager to make you my wife and show your friends that they were wrong about me.’
‘You’ll have fifty-odd years to do that,’ Hermione said. ‘I just hope you haven’t gone senile by then otherwise I shall have to take a young lover. Maybe Draco—’
‘Stop,’ Lucius growled.
He pushed Hermione down beneath him and climbed on top of her. He bent to kiss her lips as Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck.
‘I love you, Lucius.’
Lucius kissed her nose. ‘And I love you, and intend to show you just how much as soon as you let go of me.’
‘Mmmm.’ Hermione released him, sighing happily as he kissed his way down her body.
Lucius’ tongue darted out, leaving wet trails of saliva over her stiff nipples as it passed. He was torn between wanting to play with her beautiful breasts and moving on to more exciting terrain. He paused briefly, hearing Hermione’s breathing become shallower, and then he moved down, over her stomach, tracing around her belly button, making her squirm and giggle, before venturing lower, through the neatly trimmed brown hair to connect with her clitoris.
Hermione gasped as he teased her with his tongue, his fingers now sliding inside her, savouring, as always, the feeling of her tightness wrapped around those lucky digits. He could feel his cock, hard and throbbing ever since the moment Hermione had said yes to becoming his wife, and knew he couldn’t wait for long; he needed to be inside her, to join and be one with her as he had so many times before.
His tongue replaced his fingers as he forced himself to wait. Stimulating Hermione with his mouth would pay huge dividends for them both later and he wanted everything to be perfect this time. Hermione was whispering his name, her low voice begging him to fuck her, her hands pulling at him, trying to move his face away. She was close and Lucius knew that if he continued she would cum, but the desire driving her was every bit as strong within him and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
They both cried out as he entered her, seemingly more forceful and possessive than he had ever been before although she was eager to accept him, her body wrapping sinuously around his as they moved together. Their mouths met several times, words of love and desire spilling from their lips as they joined and parted, the fire slowly building to engulf both of them in its flames.
Lucius quickened as he felt the subtle tug that told him he was close to cumming. He grabbed Hermione’s legs and pulled them over his shoulders, causing her to cry out as he slid even deeper inside her. Rapid staccato breaths escaped his lips in time with his thrusts, short and sharp, prodding Hermione into her own climax. Her face and chest turned a subtle shade of pink as she threw her head back and cried out loudly as Lucius grunted his way to an orgasm.
Hermione lay on her back with her eyes closed and a beatific smile on her face, breathing deeply through her nose and trying to calm down once Lucius released her. He leant over to pick up his champagne glass, tipping it slightly so the still-cool liquid fell onto Hermione’s breast with a small fizzing noise as the bubbles erupted on contact. She flinched a little then sighed with pleasure as his mouth captured as much of her breast as he could and licked the precious liquid from it. A moment later he repeated the movement with the other breast, using the last of his champagne.
‘Is there any more?’ Hermione asked.
Lucius released her and sat up, not waiting as Hermione did the same. He left the bed, scooped up the glasses and took them over to the table where the bottle rested.
Hermione watched him appreciatively, enjoying how toned his tautly muscled body was. His bottom was amazingly sexy; she was definitely going to paint him naked one day in the near future. A flush of desire ran through her, followed by pleasure at the thought that this gorgeous man was going to be her husband. It was certainly an amazing incentive to get her to finish her work on the library, although Lucius had always been her biggest distraction where that was concerned.
He had obviously realised that as well.
‘Are you sure you want to wait until the library’s finished?’ he asked seductively as he joined her on the bed and passed her a glass.
Hermione nodded, looking determined. ‘Yes. I told you I do. Getting it finished will signal the end of a chapter of my life — both our lives. Our wedding will be the start of a new one, an even more exciting one.’
‘But it’s going to take forever at this rate,’ Lucius retorted a touch petulantly.
‘Then you need to stop interrupting me all the time and let me get on with it,’ Hermione told him.
‘I can’t help finding you incredibly attractive, and I enjoy making love to you in the afternoon.’
‘And the morning and the evening, and almost every time we’re alone together,’ Hermione pointed out.
‘I’ve got a strong libido,’ Lucius said with a wicked grin.
‘Well, you’ll have to rein it in for a couple of months. Go riding or something.’
Lucius groaned. ‘That’ll make it worse.’
Hermione shook her head although she was chuckling. ‘I hear cold showers are very good.’
Lucius stared at her with such a hangdog expression that she had to take a mouthful of her champagne before she laughed out loud.
‘You could always help me,’ she suggested.
‘Help you with what?’ Lucius asked.
‘Well, I’ve only got one more bookcase to finish listing, then we can make a start on the cataloguing and rehoming of the books. It’ll be quite physical work so it should hopefully take your mind off anything more sexual. The house-elves will be helping me but it would be really good if you would lend a hand as well. It’ll give you something to do; Narcissa said you’d been bored since . . . well, you know.’
Lucius pondered Hermione’s request as he drank his champagne. It was true that he had been at something of a loose end without a megalomaniac to run around after but he wasn’t at all sure he was cut out for hard work, especially something physical — and working with the house-elves; that would never work. They would never respect him if they considered themselves his equals.
But on the other hand, Hermione was clearly serious about getting the library completed before she would consider getting married and if he didn’t give her some assistance it could drag on for months. Additionally, showing willingness would gain him points and he was certain he would still be able to fit in a certain amount of seduction — not as much as previously, granted, but then it would all be for a good cause.
Maybe, too, if he worked on the library it would convince Molly Weasley that he was serious about Hermione; that the fears she had about his ill-treatment were never going to come to pass. She wouldn’t know about the wedding, Lucius suspected that Hermione wouldn’t want it announced until the library was complete — until she was certain it was going to happen — but it was a start.
‘When do we begin?’ he asked.
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