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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission	By : Lissa & snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 58471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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Chapter Thirteen
Christmas at the Manor had been the usual affair. Christmas was hard for all of them, but especially for the Malfoy’s. They always missed Narcissa more severely this time of the year. Since her death, the day was a more subdued and reflective gathering. In light of this, Lucius had taken on the tradition of giving the house elves time off on Christmas day. Less kitchen staff meant a less elaborate meal, but this suited the wizards. The food was always followed by liquor and cigars and conversation until they were all quite drunk. Often there were memories shared that caused sullen silences, but mostly there was laughter.
Draco had excused himself in the latest hours of the evening, citing a pretty girl he had plans with. With the younger man gone, Lucius and Snape’s conversation turned towards a pretty, curly-haired Gryffindor.
“You still haven’t sought her out,” Lucius sighed, watching the amber contents of his tumbler avidly as he swirled the glass. He was seated in a large wingback chair in front of the roaring fire that was blazing in the drawing room brazier. One of his legs were crossed over the other knee and he held a lit cigar in his other hand. Snape looked at him silently, there was guilt in his eyes even if his face was smooth as glass.

Lucius sighed again. “Severus, you’re going to be too late. She asked after you, you know? When I ran into her while I was out shopping on Saturday.”

“And how is the Doll of the Dungeon?” Snape drawled, a bit sarcastically. Lucius gave him a sour look and Snape cringed inwardly.

Okay, yes. His anger with himself and his embarrassment for reading the situation completely wrong had prevented him from seeking out Hermione. At least a half of dozen times in the last three weeks he had picked up a handful of floo powder, promising himself he was going to toss it in the fire place and call on her. He intended to ask her for lunch, or dinner, or coffee, or to go for a walk in the park…to come see him. Anything – it really wouldn’t have mattered what they had done, he just needed to talk to her. Every time he had frozen solid, fearful to see the hurt in her eyes again. Fearful to see her anger and disappointment. Fearful to see her dejection at his rejection of her. Would she even consent to speak with him, let alone meet him somewhere?

He sighed. Severus Snape was a brave man in every way – every way except for communicating his feelings, wants, and desires on an emotional level. If self-expression was involved, he was the biggest craven in the entirety of the European continent. Maybe even the world. He thought back to that fateful night – the last time he had seen her – when he had screwed everything up. She was right. I am a coward.

Lucius sighed at his friends’ sarcastic inquiry. “She seemed…sad,” he answered finally. Well, that bloody didn’t help the guilty feeling that had settled in Snape’s chest three weeks ago.

“I thought I’d wait for her to return to the club,” Snape said softly before taking a long drag on his cigar. He let the smoke out in a smooth release of breath. “Make sure she really wants to do the whole submissive thing before setting things right with her.”

The silence was deafening. “That’s a terrible idea,” his friend said eventually, looking at Snape as if he were mental. “What if she never comes back?”

“Then it wasn’t meant to be, was it?” Snape responded harshly. “I can’t be with a woman who isn’t a sexual submissive.” He set his drink down on the side table and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.

“I was married to a woman for almost twenty years who wasn’t a sexual submissive,” Lucius countered.

“A very understanding woman, Luc,” Snape snapped. “You and I both know how bloody lucky you were.” The break in conversation had them both ruminating silently for a moment.

“Your right, I do know how bloody lucky I was,” Lucius conceded softly. “You could be very lucky as well, Sev. A witch who is both a wife and sexually submissive? You really need to get your head out of your fucking arse.”

Snape let out a low growl and leaned forward to crush out his cigar stub. “I need to call it a night, Luc. I’m drunk and I don’t want to get into this with you right now.”

“I’m telling you, you’re waiting too long,” Lucius put his cigar in the tray and threw back the rest of his beverage before standing and gesturing Snape to exit the room. Snape led the way to the entrance hall and the fireplace there.

“Duly noted,” he growled. “If it bites me in the arse, you’ll be granted permission to tell me ‘I told you so.’ Happy?”

Lucius shook his head sadly, watching Snape take a handful of floo powder. “I’d be happier if you got the girl, Sev,” he answered gently. They locked eyes. After a moment, Snape gave a jerky nod.

“Soon,” he answered. “I’ll talk to her soon,” he promised. He tossed the powder into the grate. “See you tomorrow, Luc,” he told his friend before stepping into the grate. “The Dungeon, Snape’s quarters.”

He wasted no time moving through his dark, silent flat, stripping as he went. Moments later, he was beneath the punishingly hot spray of his shower, his forehead pressed against the cool tile. How can you have fucking looked death in the face for almost twenty years straight and one little girl has you so messed up you can’t even make a bloody floo call? He was berating himself – no one beat Snape up better than Snape.

Roughly, he scrubbed at his body. He needed to take a sober up, or at least get a hangover potion and a bottle of water on his bedside. After rinsing away the smoke and grime of the day, he slammed the nozzle to turn the water off. Snape used a wandless incantation to dry himself and stalked naked through his apartment with a quick detour to his kitchen to gather the hangover potion and water. Right now, he just needed to be drunk.

He flopped into his unmade bed and tangled the sheets around his legs, his mind whirring with promises to himself. Tomorrow, you idiot. Tomorrow you go to her. You tell her everything and apologize for what happened the last time you were with her. Tomorrow you tell her that not only will you agree to train her, you’ll bring Lucius in to assist so you don’t fuck it up. You also tell her that while you’re training her to be a sexual submissive, you’d like to see her on a personal level. You tell her that you felt the connection too, and that you want to see where it goes. He sighed and rolled over, pulling a pillow against his chest. Tomorrow.
Hermione was pleasantly surprised when Lucius owled her to let her know her apartment had been connected to his floo. This would make it much easier to go to the Manor. At twelve-thirty sharp, she stepped into the receiving room of the Malfoy Mansion. Lucius was waiting with a rare smile gracing his face to greet her.
In light of what she wanted to ask him, Hermione had taken great care in her appearance for their get together. She didn’t know if his offer was still good, but she felt confident that it was. She knew she had made the correct choice in dress when Lucius gazed at her appreciatively, visually raking her up and down before meeting her gaze with a twinkle in his eyes. “You look delectable, Doll.”
Hermione’s trembling hands smoothed down the silky fabric of the emerald green dress, which hugged her waist perfectly before flaring out into a simple knee length skirt. Her black cashmere, cardigan sweater was dainty and feminine and matched her black kitten heels. “Thank you, Lucius,” she replied, her smile slightly timid.
Lucius watched curiously as she somewhat nervously (and slightly more formally than a few days before) stepped over to him and kissed his cheek. He found he was a tinge disappointed by this change in her; he had expected a more playful and relaxed demeanor on her part for their holiday lunch.
Lucius took her hand, leading her into the foyer and down the hall to his study. His confusion confounded him even more when the young beauty beamed at Draco as she squealed in obvious glee at finding him present. She dashed over to the younger Malfoy, enveloping him in a crushing hug. “Such a great surprise!”
Draco hugged her back with equal excitement before pulling back to tease her. “Jeez, Beave, take it easy will ya?” He looked at his father with a rueful. “These witches, they get a taste and then they’re like groupies! They just can’t keep their hands off me!”
Lucius watched with a touch of longing when Hermione rolled her eyes and playfully slapped Draco on the shoulder. “Watch it, Ferret. I’ve learned how to give a good spanking and you are asking for it!”
Draco cocked his eyebrow in delightful contemplation. “If you think that is going to deter me...” He playfully looked at his father, pointing at Hermione’s smirking face with his thumb. “Told you she was a Dominatrix in the making.”
Lucius watched with fascination when her eyes shot back to his own, a slight blush cascading her lovely features. An uncomfortable thought caused his heart to skip a beat. Does she desire Draco?
Before he had time to dwell on that unwelcome thought, Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out a box wrapped in sliver paper with a red bow. She stepped closer and handed it to him. “Happy Christmas, Lucius.” This time his heart skipped a beat for a very different reason. Her smile was soft and timid, yet so genuine.
His response came out slightly raspy from his concealed emotion. “Thank you, Hermione. There’s a little something under the tree that has your name on it as well.”
Hermione turned back to Draco. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here today, but I brought you something too. I was going to leave it with Lucius.” She handed what was obviously a bottle wrapped in green tissue paper to the outstretched hand of her childhood nemesis turned friend and recent romp-partner.
“Aww, thanks, Granger,” he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Lucius stood awkwardly for a moment. “How about we have a glass of eggnog before we eat?” He gestured to the sofa and chairs in front of the crackling fire. Draco stepped ahead, and Lucius placed his hand on Hermione’s lower back, guiding her to the sofa before handing out their drinks.
All three sat, an uncomfortable pause passing as they sipped their beverages. Hermione swallowed the thick and sweet cream drink before biting her bottom lip and looking at Lucius. “Well? Aren’t you going to open it?”
Lucius suddenly knew – he just knew – it would be a special gift, and he felt terrible knowing the bottle of elven berry wine he had purchased for her would not compare.
He stood and stepped over to the family tree in the corner of the room. It was the family tree because it held the homemade ornaments of Draco’s childhood as well as those from Lucius and Narcissa’s childhoods, as well. The rest of the Manor held large, formally decorated trees that befitted the stateliness of such a dwelling. However, this tree was special and had stood in Narcissa’s drawing room every Christmas until that first dreadful one without her. Since then, it had adorned Lucius’ study every Christmas season.
Lucius reached under the evergreen and pulled out the blue bottle adorned with a simple gold ribbon around its neck. He walked back towards Hermione, willing himself to not look guilty for his thoughtless gift as he handed it to her.
She smiled at him and beamed as she read the label. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to try this! Luna has been raving about it. She says it’s the best wine she’s ever tasted.” Hermione stood and once again kissed his cheek. He subconsciously rejoiced that she seemed to have fallen back to her relaxed demeanor from Saturday. Whatever had her nervous earlier seemed to be far away from her thoughts now.
“You are most welcome, Hermione,” he replied with a hint of a smile. He sat back down on the opposite end of the sofa and peeled back the paper neatly. The box was bulging with what felt like something soft. He lifted the lid and pushed aside the red tissue to find an intricate, hand knitted scarf. When he lifted it out of the box, it felt like the softest thing he had ever touched. What was even better was that it smelled of her – fresh and clean and sweet with a hint of spice. It was steel grey in color and there was a small tag gracing one of its ends. Hand knitted cashmere by the Doll of The Dungeon. Magically clean, only.
Hermione seemed almost apologetic when she shrugged. “I didn’t know what to get you. I mean, what do you give a man who can buy or acquire anything he wants with just the snap of a finger?” He was still looking at the scarf, a knot in his throat that she had made something for him.
She continued, “It was so cold when I ran into you the other day, and I noticed you weren’t wearing a scarf.” Her voice was soft as she added demurely, “I thought it would match your eyes.” She scooted closer to him before reaching over and picking up the tail of the fabric that was closest to her. She held it up to his face, contemplating. “Ah, not quite as lovely a grey as your irises, but almost.”
She gently released the scarf and Lucius picked up the piece she had just been holding subconsciously before looking at her earnestly. “Thank you, Hermione. It’s beautiful, and I will wear it with pride.”
Lucius’ voice had come out formal, but Draco was anything but oblivious as to what had just transpired. He looked from his father to the Gryffindor. “Careful, Beave. You’re libel to make my father fall in love with you, and then you’ll be my step mummy.” Hermione giggled as she looked back at Draco.
Lucius could hear the two of them bantering and teasing each other, but he was too lost in his own thoughts to pay attention. He gently folded the scarf and placed it back in the box. It was the kind of thoughtful gift Narcissa would have given. It was sentimental, yet useful. Consideration and time had been put into its making. It had not been acquired by the mere snapping of a finger, as Hermione had so eloquently put it. It touched him deeply that she had taken the time to make this for him. He took an inconspicuous, deep breath, willing his heart to stop pounding.
His thoughts were pulled back to his duty of being a host when he heard uncontrolled laughter. Laughter from his son like he had not heard in years. Hermione was also amused, giggling so hard she was bent at the waist, gripping her sides as though in pain. Lucius watched in amazement when Draco turned the bottle Hermione had given him up to his lips and took a swallow. Hermione roared with laughter once again when Draco suddenly stood with a stern facial expression and waved his hand as though speaking to a large crowd. “I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death!”
Lucius’ jaw fell. The voice that came out was not his son’s. It was high-pitched, unlike anything he had ever heard. Lucius cocked his brow as he studied the label on the bottle in Draco’s hand. Helium Champagne.
Draco had tears rolling down his cheeks and was laughing so hard he could barely stand. Hermione grabbed the bottle and took a swallow, remembering almost verbatim a scathing remark from her former professor. “That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself, or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?” Lucius found she sounded as ridiculous as Draco had and was stunned by the ludicrousness and absurdity of it.
Draco fell into his chair and kicked up his heels in pure blissful mirth as he guffawed loudly. Tears were now trickling down Hermione’s cheeks as well and Draco gestured from the bottle to his father, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Father, try it! You have to!”
Lucius raised his eyebrow. “Certainly not! What if your voice gets stuck that way? You’re both mad!”
Lucius felt old as he shook his head reproachfully at the two of them. “Give me that bottle before you hurt yourselves.” He stood and walked over to Draco. Draco held the champagne away from him. “No way, you can’t have this. Not unless you promise to give it back!”
Lucius’ eyes rolled up. “Yes, yes, I promise to give it back.” As soon as Draco relinquished his treasured gift, Lucius whispered as an afterthought. “Eventually.”
He walked to his desk and picked up his readers, putting them on to study the bottle.
Hermione watched the older Malfoy, finding he looked rather distinguished and sexy in glasses. She tossed a look at her still laughing cohort and then looked back at Lucius. She could see his lips moving as he read the ingredients and warnings aloud to himself.
When he was finished, he placed the bottle down, laying his glasses next to it before turning to her and giving her a slightly reproving stare.
Her reaction was instant. Hermione felt her breath hitch, her bottom lip was sucked into her mouth causing her upper teeth to automatically clamp down. She felt herself straighten a tad and had to resist the urge to look down and away.
Lucius had meant to merely tease her, but didn’t miss the subtle change in her demeanor. He knew immediately what he had done to cause it, she was missing the lifestyle. This simply proved how much. For her to react to something so minor…and so, dare he say, him – his personality? Perhaps a well-placed gentle reminder would bring her back into the fold. He contemplated for about three seconds before deciding on a course of action. Now was not the right moment, and he let it pass.
“Who’s hungry?” He asked, his eyes moving from one twenty-something to the other.
Draco stood. “Yeah, let’s eat. Anything to get away from the vibes you two are putting off.”
Hermione was about to respond to Lucius’ question, but instead snapped her mouth shut at Draco’s words. She suddenly realized her thoughts were not as disguised as she had hoped. Then she comprehended that this wasn’t a terrible thing. On the contrary, it was a wonderful thing that they understood her so well and accepted her without question. After all, she had experienced tremendous sexual pleasure with both men. There was no point in disguising her reactions. These were probably the only two men in her life she could be completely open and honest with about her impulses and desires. Why should she be ashamed or embarrassed?
Feeling confident and reassured by her epiphany, she let a light chuckle escape her lips for Draco’s teasing comment.
Lucius once again escorted her as Draco walked ahead. The dining room was grand, and the large table was stunning. There was a huge centerpiece that was a combination of red poinsettia, white, fragrant magnolia with its beautiful dark green, glossy leaves. It was also combined with white orchids. Thankfully, their place settings were all together at one end of the table with Lucius sitting at the head.
After they were seated, Bentley and two other elves appeared with bowls and placed them on the charger plates at their seats. Hermione breathed in the delicious aroma of the creamy clam chowder and detected a hint of sherry. Warm, buttered rolls appeared on the bread plates and Bentley filled their glasses with white wine.
Hermione followed Lucius’ lead and lifted her glass with Draco following suit. “To old acquaintances who have become new friends,” Lucius toasted. They tapped their goblets before each sipped their wine.
“To new friends who get very acquainted,” Draco quipped, wiggling his eyebrows at Hermione. This caused her to laugh and Lucius to scold.
“That’s enough Draco, let’s have a meal where the conversation doesn’t lead to lewd remarks, shall we?”
Draco swallowed his first taste of soup and then looked at his father incredulously. “Where’s the fun in that?” He switched his glance to Hermione. “Besides, I’ll wager she doesn’t mind.”
Lucius was trying his soup and Draco chimed in before Lucius could swallow and reply. “Did you hear, Hermione? Rumor has it there’s a new Dominatrix who is joining the club.” He could barely contain his excitement and turned an irritated look at his father. “Snape and ole poker face over here won’t give anything away, though.” He rolled his eyes and imitated Snape’s voice. “It’s an infringement on her privacy to disclose her name.”
Hermione shrugged, looking from Draco to Lucius and back again. “Well, speaking from experience, I respect that, Draco. Whomever this woman is, she has the right to maintain her privacy and keep her identity a secret.” Hermione felt warmth creep over her when Lucius gave her an approving nod.
Draco sighed. “Yeah, but…Snape let it slip that she was in my year at Hogwarts.” He gave her a knowing look. “Which means she was in your year as well, Beave.”
Hermione’s jaw fell as all propriety flew out the window. She put down her spoon as her mind raced with possible candidates. “I’ll bet it’s Susan Bones!”
Draco shook his head dismissively. “Nah, I don’t see it. I’m thinking one of the Patil twins. I mean they were always so quiet.” He looked at her and added, “Those are the ones that surprise you. They’re all quiet and shy and then they get behind closed doors and they…” He placed his hands on the sides of his head and moved them out as he made the sound of an explosion. “…totally blow your mind.”
Hermione nodded.” Yeah, you’re probably right!”
Lucius shook his head in dismay. He looked at Hermione and teased her, “What happened to respecting her privacy, Doll? Did you not just say she had the right to maintain her secret?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “I didn’t say you should disclose her identity, I was merely trying to guess whom it might be.” She looked back at Draco and was about to make another guess when Lucius spoke.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me, Miss Granger?” He internally rejoiced as his moment finally came. He maintained his Dominant stare and was pleased when she melted into a puddle of submissiveness right there at the table. If only she would let me train her!
Hermione’s jaw fell, and she blanched. “Oh, umm, sorry…Sir.”
After watching her squirm for a bit, Lucius smiled and then chuckled. “Relax, I’m teasing. It’s not like we are at the club.” His eyes grew alight as he continued in a Dominant and warning tone. “But if we were at The Dungeon right now? You would be over my knee.”
He watched appreciatively as a gentle blush crept over her skin and her mouth parted slightly with an inhaled breath. He sipped his wine and shook his head. “Deny it all you want, Doll. But your responses are so natural and so obvious to a trained eye. You are depriving yourself of an innate need.” He leaned back, swirling the wine in his glass. “And you are depriving The Dungeon of a peach ripe for plucking.” He accentuated the “p” as he spoke each word, his gaze dancing down her form and back up again.
Draco let out a sigh, looking at his father. “Now, who’s turning the conversation in a lewd direction?”
Hermione’s heart was pounding, the effect of his words and demeanor had her insides trembling. She absently watched as Lucius and his son bantered about lunch conversation etiquette as her breathing and heart rate began to normalize. Lucius had proven his not so subtle point most effectively. She picked up her goblet and took a large swallow, re-grounding herself. Yes, Lucius Malfoy would do nicely. She really hoped his offer still stood.
When her focus returned to the wizards at the table, Draco was giving her a small smile. His soft tone matched the sincere expression of his eyes. “Father’s right, Hermione. I don’t know why you stopped coming to the club – it’s really not my business – but if it’s because you’re trying to convince yourself you aren’t a submissive or that you don’t need it?” He let out a mirthless laugh as he tossed his napkin on the table. “Don’t waste your time.” He shook his head. “You’ve had a taste now….and if you’re anything like me? You won’t be able to resist going back.” He picked up his glass.
Hermione was surprised, and admittedly, rather touched that Draco had spoken to her like this. She had been curious, so she asked, “When did you know, Draco? When did you have the first inkling you were a submissive?” She corrected herself. “Or a switch? I mean when did you first...”
Hermione trailed off when she noticed a brief flash of serious thought in his expression before he grinned. His eyes lit up as he interrupted her. “Well, you see. There was this book-nosed, know-it-all witch who fancied herself the defender of ferocious hippogriffs.” His grin turned lopsided and Hermione cocked an eyebrow as she smiled, knowing what he was going to say. “Out of nowhere, and without provocation, she punched me!” Draco sighed and got a dazed look on his face. “It was so frustrating and so bloody hot! I wanted more. I tried to torment her into punching me again for years! But alas, she was a one and done, teasing, heartless kind of witch.”
Hermione laughed. “That felt good, not gonna lie.”
When Lucius joined in their laughter, Hermione turned on him. “And you! You almost had an innocent animal sentenced to death!”
Lucius leaned back in his chair, amused and holding his hands up defensively. “Hey, all I knew was what my injured child told me! He had witnesses as well.”
Hermione huffed with indignation. “Honestly, if Harry and I hadn’t been under that damn cloak, poor Buckbeak would have met his death.” She looked at the two wizards, neither one was contrite, instead they seemed to be enjoying her display.
She continued her lecture. “Seriously!” She focused on Lucius as she pointed at Draco. “He was thirteen, you were a grown ass wizard!”
Lucius looked at Draco and said conspiratorially, “You’re right. She is rather alluring when she gets herself all fired up. I can see the appeal.”
With that, Draco pushed his chair back and stood. “Well, my work here is done.” He pretended like he was looking at a list.” Full stomach? Check. Fired up Gryffindor? Check.”
Hermione threw her napkin at him, causing him to duck and chortle.
Draco stepped around the table and grabbed Hermione’s hand, pulling her up into a hug. “Don’t be a stranger, ok?” he whispered in her ear. Pulling back from her, he looked at Lucius. “I’ll see you later this week.”
After Draco walked out of the dining room, Lucius looked at Hermione, smiling and holding his hand out to her as he joined her in standing. “Come, let’s go back into the study and visit some more.”

Hermione looked from his hand to him and back again, utter nervousness overcoming her just as it had when she had first arrived at the manor. He tilted his head to the side, raising his eyebrows in question. He watched her take a deep breath and his stomach jumped. She wasn’t nervous for nothing, he could only guess what was coming.

Lucius tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow and led her back to the warmth and comfort of his study. He offered her another drink and she consented before wandering off to look at the tree more closely.

Hermione adored the tree that was in Lucius’ study. It was obviously very personally decorated. All the ornaments were clearly handmade by little hands. Some looked many, many years old. There were ones with moving pictures of a smiling, young Draco – younger than she had ever known him. Handprints, finger prints, glitter…almost Muggle-esque in their nature and design. Perhaps some things just crossed the culture divide.

“Hermione,” Lucius’ voice was low and right in her ear. It caused her to jump and her hand fluttered to rest over her fast beating heart.

“You startled me!” she chuckled as she turned to face him. He didn’t have any drinks in his hands, and his eyes were dark. She sucked in a breath as heat bloomed through her body.

“I apologize, that was not my intention,” he murmured in his velvety voice. “This awkward nervousness is not you, Doll.” His large hands slid around her waist, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.

“I’m sorry, I just…” she trailed off. “Never mind. I’m fine, I’ll be fine.” She gave him a weak smile.

He studied her face for a moment before releasing her. “I’d like you to serve our drinks, Hemione,” Lucius’ voice had taken on an authoritative tone. Without a second thought, Hermione moved away from him to collect the drinks he had made. When she turned back, he was sitting in the leather chair near the fire.

She approached him, and he indicated she put the drinks on the end table. “Sit at my feet on your knees. Face me,” he commanded, pointing to a spot to the left of him. Hermione started trembling slightly as she felt herself grow wet. Merlin, that tone of voice was it for her. She knew what he was doing, and she was grateful for his intentions and determination to help her figure herself out. He didn’t need to, though, she had already made her decision.

She easily slipped to the floor into a kneeling position before sitting her bum back on her ankles. Lucius’ hand slipped into her hair and guided her head to rest against his thigh. Hermione allowed his direction, reveled in it. Her eyes slid shut as his fingers made tiny circles against her temple. A breath she hadn’t even realized she had been holding leaked through her nose as her body positively melted into his leg, his touch turning her into a puddle.

“I don’t want you to move,” he directed. “Stay here. We are going to talk just like this.”

She didn’t open her eyes. “M’kay, sir.”

He almost laughed aloud at her complete surrender to him so quickly. “You’re lying to yourself, Doll,” he told her. “You need this, why fight it?”

“I know, sir,” she murmured, not opening her eyes. “I don’t want to fight it anymore.” He’d taken her anxiety away. “I came here today with the intention of asking you to be my training Dominant.”

His petting paused for a just a split second before his thumb smoothed a caress over her high cheek bone. She literally purred at the touch and he felt himself start to grow hard.

It was quiet for so long, that Hermione reluctantly let her eyes flutter open, so she could see his face. His expression made her breath catch. It was a combination of joy and fear. “That is, if the offer still stands, sir. I just…I feel so safe with you.”

Lucius had to swallow hard as he forced his features to not betray the emotion he felt at her words of praise. Safe. That was a huge part of trust between a submissive and her Master, and she already felt that way with him. He closed his eyes.

“Of course, my offer still stands, Doll,” he murmured, pulling his hand away from her face. “Come up here.” He patted his lap and Hermione quickly moved to comply. Lucius wrapped his arms around her waist and guided her head to lay against his shoulder. She was so little, he felt like he had a pixie in his lap. He started a slow, methodical stroking of her back, his fingers slipping easily over the satiny feel of her dress.

His first lesson already clear in his mind, he began to instruct her. “Your first assignment is to think about what it is you need from me as a mentor and as your Dominant. When we meet again to discuss our contract, I will want to hear your thoughts.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered softly.

“I’m more than honored that you have decided to accept my tutelage, Doll,” he murmured against the delicate shell of her ear. Lucius cupped her neck, running his thumb over the tender skin under her jaw. His other hand was still wrapped around her waist, smoothing firm circles at the base of her spine. Hermione shifted, and he felt her shiver and couldn’t help the evil little smirk that crossed his face. He lowered his voice, deliberately making it huskier. “You’ve been exquisite in your compliance and reactions since we entered our little game after lunch.” Her body was humming with electricity, it made him feel extraordinarily powerful to have this control over her. “Do you have any needs that you would like me to consider before I send you home?”

He could feel her body quiver from the tickle of his breath against her ear, her skin scrumptiously smooth under his touch. She let out a soft little moan and nuzzled her nose against his neck. “Would you spank me, sir?” she whispered. “I really need a spanking.”

Internally, he groaned heavily, but let no outward reaction show. “Up you get, go bend over the settee. Palms on the cushions, hips supported by the arm, feet shoulder width apart.” Lucius had to stifle a guffaw when Hermione all but leapt out of his lap. She assumed the commanded position and waited patiently, not looking up even when Lucius remained seated for many minutes. Simply watching her, he picked up his glass and casually sipped at it while observing her hips dance impatiently as she attempted to wait him out. It was obvious her excitement was building, and she was getting antsy.

“When you are still, Miss Granger, we’ll begin,” he drawled lazily, enjoying the show very much. Instantly she froze, and Lucius studied her as she tried to reign in her eagerness, his cock stiffening as he continued with his drink. After three minutes of watching Hermione play statue, he set his drink down with an audible clink, smirking when this made her jump. He was pleased she had been able to keep her mouth shut. Lucius had a sneaky suspicion that talking out of turn would probably be one of her biggest infractions. He would help her break that habit if it proved to be a problem, however.

Her jitters stilled again when Lucius placed a warm hand on her lower back. Both of his hands traced down the silky material of her skirt before slipping underneath and flipping it over her back. She was wearing red lace boy shorts under her Slytherin green dress. He pulled them up into the crack of her ass to expose the smooth, creamy globes of her buttocks. “Very festive, Miss Granger,” he said with a smirk. “Let’s see if we can get your skin to match them.” She didn’t answer. Good girl, he thought.

“Count,” he demanded, dropping a clap onto her right buttock. It had been a very light slap, his palm cupped to make it sound worse than it was. It startled her, probably the sound more than the sting.

“One,” she squeaked. Another.

“Two,” she sighed this time, arching her back in preparation for the next. “Three.” Her voice was now firm and controlled. She was already calming.

Lucius was enchanted. Each slap was consecutively harder than the last, but none so hard as to be unpleasant. He was using this spanking to make a very direct point; working her up into a heated frenzy was his end goal. He delighted in the whimpers that escaped her before she called out each number in turn. As her creamy skin turned pink, then red, and then dark crimson, her tone deepened and turned husky with need. After thirty hits, Hermione’s hips rolled to meet each slap and Lucius could see her arousal in the darkening of her knickers where it clung wetly to her quim. Bloody fucking Merlin. He was starting to doubt his ability to follow through with his first lesson, but it was one that needed to be established.

“Thirty-eight!” Hermione groaned, panting. This spanking was turning her into a pile of needy goo. She was going to spontaneously combust. “Thirty-nine.” The last hit was the hardest on her over inflamed skin. “Ow! Forty!” Her breathing was heavy, and she sighed in a mixture of relief and need when, instead of another blow, Lucius rubbed her backside. Gently, he smoothed away the sting, but this only increased her now desperate need for release. She arched into his hand like a cat, whimpering.

“Mmm,” Lucius’ rumbled thickly. “It appears you quite enjoyed yourself Miss Granger. How do you feel?”

“Good sir,” she said shakily. “Very turned on.”

“Ah, that is a problem.” He couldn’t keep the humor hidden. “Come, Doll, we’ll fetch your coat.” Lucius helped her straighten and smooth down her skirt, almost laughing aloud at the pained perplexation that carved her features. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to calm himself. He was incredibly aroused as well, but alas, the lesson to be taught was more important. “Is something wrong, Doll?”

“Well, uh. It’s just that…” She trailed off, her gaze dropping to the floor.

“I asked you a question.” It was a warning and she jerked her gaze back to his with wide eyes.

“I just thought that we might…” Her words failed again and Lucius took pity on her. she was confused and feeling needy and he had done this on purpose.

“Ah,” he sneered at her. “I see. Well, you must remember I agreed to consider your needs, not to meet them, yes?” She pursed her lips and he waited with bated breath to see if she’d slip.

“Yes, sir,” she answered eventually, a pretty blush coloring her features. She was embarrassed…how delightful.

“Your first lesson, Miss Granger.” He slid an arm around her shoulders, and led her to where her cloak hung near the fire place. “I control your pleasure. I decide when you orgasm. I decide when we fuck.” Lucius held the cloak open for her, she slipped her arms in without meeting his gaze.

When she was swathed in her jacket, he tilted her head up to meet his eyes. “Do you understand?”

She nodded, chewing on her bottom lip thoughtfully. “Yes, sir.”

“Very good. You will prove it.” He brought his hands up to cup under her jaw on both sides of her head, tangling the tips of his fingers in the hair behind her ears and placing light pressure on her throat with his thumbs. He locked his stare to hers. “No orgasms until after we meet to properly formalize our agreement.”

Her eyes popped comically wide and he couldn’t help but release the bubble of laughter caused by her expression. “Oh, um…I…” She dropped her gaze when he wouldn’t let her pull her chin from his grasp.

“You…what, Miss Granger?” His voice was edged with warning. She was not to argue with him.

“I can’t remember the last time I went a day without at least one orgasm, sir,” she said very quietly, not meeting his eyes. He wanted to growl, wanted to shove her back over the sofa and take her roughly from behind. Wanted to make her scream his name. Not even he had realized what a sexual being Miss Granger truly was until that moment.

“Then it seems as though you have a good challenge on your hands, yes?” He intoned, smirking as he cocked his head to the side. He slid his thumbs a little more firmly across her throat, making her swallow hard. He could feel the acceleration of her pulse. “Look at me.” She did, and he continued, “You will not come, I can meet with you Thursday evening…ah!” He stopped her before she could interrupt, interpreting her wild-eyed stare and deep breath correctly. She had been about to protest. “It is only two days. A little over forty-eight hours. You will not come, Miss Granger, or you will be punished. You will tell me if you come, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Her tone sounded dejected and her eyes held a hint of fury. Lucius shook his head in amusement. “You will be fine,” he promised, then lowered his voice. “I would like to kiss you goodbye, Doll. May I?”

Her eyes softened. “Yes, please, sir,” she whispered, he lowered his lips to hers in a gentle, sweet kiss. Lightly, he ran his tongue over her lower lip. Hermione opened her mouth automatically, but he pulled reluctantly away and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead before releasing her neck.

“Good day, Miss Granger.” Lucius knew how gravelly his voice was, if he didn’t make her leave quickly, he wouldn’t be able to control his reactions. She had closed her eyes during their kiss, and they blinked dazedly open.

“Right,” she said, obviously befuddled. “G’day, sir.”

Lucius held out the container filled with floo powder. “Come back here Thursday at eight, I’ll have dessert and tea. Make sure you eat dinner first.”

“Yes, sir,” she agreed, taking a handful of the greyish powder.

“Go now,” he insisted when she just stood there, staring at him as floo powder seeped through her fingers.

“Right,” she shook her head to clear it. “Right, good-bye.” Then she was gone.

When the flames returned to their normal color, Lucius stood staring into them for a long moment. He was glad he’d had her leave through the study instead of the foyer. If he had had to take Hermione through the house, he would have wound up fucking her against a wall somewhere. He was painfully hard. Not only that, but…

“How long have you been standing in the hall, Severus?” Lucius raised his voice only slightly, so his eavesdropping friend could hear him.

“I didn’t realize you had a guest until I was about halfway down the hall,” Severus’ voice was cool and collected as he stepped into the room, but Lucius caught the undercurrent of anger. “I didn’t silence my boots until then.”

“They are what gave you away, my friend,” Lucius gave Snape a sad smile. “I told you that you waited too long.”

Snape helped himself to a tumbler of firewhiskey. “It appears you were correct,” he answered

“You are angry with me.” It wasn’t a question. “If you had not wanted me to accept her as a submissive trainee, I gave you the opportunity to tell me so.”

Snape downed the shot of whiskey in one and poured another immediately. “I’m not angry,” he snarled. Lucius knew better, however. Snape’s cheeks were tinged pink, and he was holding his shoulders stiff and square.

“Bullshit,” he snapped back at his ink-haired friend. “You’re pissed. The only thing I’m not sure of is whether you’re pissed at me, or at yourself.”

“Combination,” Snape growled. “I came here today to ask if you would consent to training her with me, to ensure I didn’t fuck it up.”

Lucius’ face froze in an unreadable mask. “I will not tell her that I cannot train her. I will also not ask to bring you in. However, if you go to her and pretend you know nothing of what just transpired here, and she takes you up on your offer, I will be happy to assist the both of you.”

“Fuck it,” Snape groused. “This is what I wanted from the beginning. I’ll deal with it.”

There was silence for a long minute. “You will not fuck her without my permission,” Lucius said in a slow, firm voice. “I will not give permission for at least the next six weeks.” He was not surprised when Snape’s eyes locked on his, disbelief obvious.

“She has a lot to learn,” Lucius continued. “I won’t have her affections for you confusing her. While I train her, she is mine. You will not interfere.”

The color in Snape’s cheeks was rising and Lucius knew he was about to blow. “When did you realize you wanted her as more than a submissive to train?” Snape asked in a dangerous voice.

Lucius kept his shock in check. What the hell did you just give away? “What the fuck are you talking about, Snape?” Lucius grumbled.

“You know I can’t fucking compete with you for a woman, Malfoy,” Snape sneered at his best friend with utter loathing. “Your beauty wins out every time.”

“You’re wrong, Snape,” Lucius snapped at his friend. “She’s crazy about you. So much so, it took her six weeks to finally agree to have me as her mentor. You are the one who kept messing up, even with my help.”

“That’s right, Severus Snape…the perpetual fuck-up. I won’t compete with you, Lucius!” Snape slammed his empty glass down on the counter. “Keep her. I don’t give a flying shit. I will not play games.”

Lucius was sick of this side of his friend. He had endured weeks of Snape’s self-loathing and lack of confidence. “Pull your head out of your arse, Snape. For all I care, you can go to her right now. Apologize to her – like I told you to three bloody weeks ago. Date her. Kiss her. Sleep in the same bed. All this is fine. However, she will not fuck you and you will not fuck her until I say it’s okay. I am her Dominant – not you – and that is your fault, Snape. Yours. When I say she’s ready, and you both still want each other, I will back off. You have my word.”

“How can I trust a thing you’re saying right now when you so obviously want her for yourself?” Snape snarled.

“You can trust me because we’ve been in this bloody miserable thing called life together for the last thirty-five years, Severus!” Lucius thundered back at his friend. “I have never betrayed you. I have never done anything to make myself untrustworthy in your eyes. You are my best friend. I would never do anything to purposely betray that trust!”

“I can’t do this right now.” Snape spun on his heel and stalked across the room.

“Go ahead and run, for now,” Lucius called after him. Snape froze, and Lucius continued. “I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk, Sev. Stew, be angry with yourself for being wrong. Be angry with me for being right. But don’t you dare take it out on that young woman, Severus. I will protect her from your venom. She’s mine to protect until she’s been properly trained. You would do the same if the roles were reversed.”

Snape said nothing, just disappeared from the room. Lucius could hear his dragon hide boots snap against the stone floor with every furious stride. Snape would calm down and apologize. They’d had these kinds of fights before. It was true that their arguments had never been caused by a witch, because in the past they had simply shared the felines they both desired. However, they had certainly fought, and this would not be the last.

Lucius would watch out for Snape and he would protect Hermione and keep her safe physically and emotionally. His only worry was – who was going to protect him in this mess?
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Book One - Master Mine: A Lesson in Submission