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The Downfall of Greed	By : tcarlson Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 40824 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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My stomach was unsettled. The contents rolled around and attempted to escape up my throat. I swallowed hard. Control, Lucius. Control.

I didn’t know if I should stick to my threat of leaving her in her room until she was ready to behave or start with the Dark Lord’s newest task. The first option left me open to Voldemort’s wrath and punishment. The second option made my threats to the Mudblood look weak. Neither choice seemed favorable.

I decided to give her a day or two to come to her senses. When she was sick, she was basically begging to be let out after less than two days. Maybe my luck would hold and she would knock to be let out soon which would give me time to work with her before Voldemort required an update. Always an optimistic.

When I was in my room, my stomach twisted at every little sound I heard her make. I was worried that she was going to knock on the door and then I’d have to do my duty for my Lord. I couldn’t stand the thought of being intimate with her, and the waiting seemed to make it worse. I was on edge. I was going crazy.

She finally did knock on the door just 36 hours after I had locked her in. I felt strangely calm. At least she had backed down first and I didn’t have to barge in there. That would have been less preferable.

I swung open the door and was pleasantly surprised to see her kneeling already. “Master,” she greeted me.

“So, Miss. Granger, decided to submit at last. A good decision,” I replied.

She nodded slightly. “I just can’t stay in there alone anymore,” she said. “I’m going stir-crazy. I keep hearing Anna’s voice, her screams. Anything you can dish out is better than being trapped in that room with my guilty conscience.”

“Don’t be so sure,” I muttered. She gave me a curious glance.

I walked over to my chair near the fire and motioned that she should kneel in front of me. She did so. “The Dark Lord wanted me to find out some information from you so he knew what to expect when you are handed over into his care.” I fell back into the plush softness of my chair.

She ventured a look at my face. “What sort of information?”

“He wanted to know how far you have gotten…intimately with a boy.” For Merlin’s sake, please please please say you and Weasely have had sex, I silently pleaded. That way I can just tell Voldemort that you’ve been adequately subjected to carnal pleasure and I won’t have to touch you.

She frowned. “Why would he want to know about that?”

“Because, you stupid girl, what do you think he wants to use you for when you live with him? Do you think he just wants you to sit in a room all day?”

She blanched. “I thought I’d be more like a servant. Clean and stuff like that…”

“Then you are naïve and delusional,” I answered. “The Dark Lord is a man with needs just like any other man and for some reason he has set his eyes on you. Now, what is your answer?”

She blushed a deep red, hiding her embarrassed face in her hands. “I’m going to be used for sex?” she asked softly. “With Voldemort?” She changed from red to a nauseating shade of green. “No, no, no, no, no! Can’t I stay here with you?”

“Absolutely not. I look forward to the day when I rid myself of you. Answer the question.”

“Ronald and I have kissed…” she started slowly.

“And?”

The blush was back. “And I let him put his hands up my shirt.”

“And?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s it? So you’re a virgin?”

She looked anywhere but at me. “Obviously.” She cradled her head in her hands. “I can’t believe that I’m going to lose my virginity to Voldemort,” she whimpered.

“Actually, I believe that honor belongs to me,” I said with an evil smile, even though my stomach heaved at the thought.

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The Dark Lord was expecting an update the next day so I had no time to lose. I ordered a House-elf to clean up the girl. She was to have a bath, shave, comb her hair, and put on clean robes. If I had to touch her, she was at least going to be clean and presentable when I did so.

While she was getting ready, I went to the library to clear my head a bit. I stood over the fire and sipped a brandy to calm myself. The manor was quiet. It seemed Draco and Narcissa had gone out for the night. Good, I didn’t need them around to witness this.

The fire flared and Severus’s head popped into the flames. He looked up at me and I scowled. “I’m not in the mood for idle chit-chat. What do you want?”

“Hello to you too, Lucius,” he drawled. “I was just checking in on how you were advancing with the Mudblood. Like the good friend that I am, I was interested in any developments, but I shall go if I am bothering you.”

“No, it’s fine.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I actually need to talk to someone about her.”

“What has the chit done now?”

“Nothing. She has actually improved in many ways. She’s come far.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Our Lord wants me to make sure she’s adequately educated in sex. She’s a damn virgin, Severus! I need to take her virginity! I have to teach her from scratch!”

“Most men would jump at the chance, Lucius. You have quite an honor.”

“Most men aren’t so proud of their Pure-blood status that touching a Mudblood physically sickens them.”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“No, the Dark Lord said it must be me. And why would you? Having fantasies about fucking a student?”

“Maybe. But I also don’t have your qualms about Mudbloods.”

“I appreciate the sentiment. And believe me I would take you up on your offer if I could.” He nodded and we lapsed into silence for a few moments. “She said something really funny the last time you were here, Severus,” I remembered chuckling. “She said that you were coming back to rescue her.”

Severus laughed and said, “I wonder where she got that from. Well, good luck. I need to get back to the dunderhead students.” With that he was gone.

“Goodbye to you, too,” I grumbled at the ordinary flames.

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All too soon, the House-elf came down to tell me that Hermione Granger was ready and waiting for me in my room. I walked slowly up the stairs as if I was heading to my death. And in a way I was. The death of my morals, that is.

She stood looking out the window with her arms around herself. She was shaking pretty badly. She didn’t turn as I came in the room and shut the door behind me.

I took a moment to study her physique, willing myself to feel some sort of attraction to her. This definitely couldn’t happen if I didn’t get aroused. I remembered the way she looked naked in the dungeons and how I had appreciated her body. How I thought that if she weren’t a Mudblood, I’d take her in a heartbeat. I tried to reclaim that feeling again.

As I took off my outer robes to reveal a white shirt and black pants, I let my eyes trail down her body. I felt the stirrings of something as I imagined her trapped under me and squirming either with pleasure or resistance. Her choice.

I folded my robe over the chair and walked up behind her. She continued to ignore me, apparently finding the landscape outside absolutely fascinating. I breathed in her scent. It was pleasant. Flowers and perfume. Her hair actually looked decent for once. If I were to be unbiased, I would have to agree with what Narcissa had said. She was a beautiful woman.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, when was the last time I had taken a virgin? That would probably have to be with Narcisssa on our wedding night. As our contract dictated, both of us were to be virgins if we were to marry. After that, I favored having encounters with only women who seemed to know exactly what they were doing. Now with all my experience, I could enjoy this virgin, instead of being the bumbling, shy fool like I had been on my wedding night.

The internal pep talk helped. I knew I could do this now.

I felt the sudden need to touch her. As if I didn’t, I’d lose all resolve. Moving slowly as I would with a skittish animal, I pushed back her hair over her shoulder. Now that her neck was exposed, I ran my fingers gently up and down the smooth expanse of skin. She shuddered, either from revulsion or nerves.

“This can be done the easy way or the hard way,” I told her. “If you follow my lead and are obedient, this may even be enjoyable for you. But I will force you if you are defiant.”

She took a deep breath and turned around. “Either way, it will still be rape. Don’t expect me not to defend myself.”

“So be it.” I flicked my wand and her robes fell apart at the seams. She tried to catch the edges of the fabric to keep herself covered, but failed. She resorted to using her hands to cover up as much as herself as possible, shooting me a look mixed with anger, exasperation, and trepidation. “Get on the bed,” I ordered.

She ran.
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