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Embracing My Very Own Darkness	By : TheTVJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44434 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Hello dear readers! :) I'm so sorry it took me ages for another update; bloody real life kept me awfully busy with family business. Furthermore, I seem to have a rather wacky on/off-relationship with my muse lately. *stupid thing* I truly hope this super long 6,000+ chappie will make up for your waiting time.
But enough talking and finally on with the story now!^^ Hope you enjoy!

Hermione's heart skipped a beat. "With...with Severus?" She repeated, not sure if she had heard the blonde wizard correctly.
Oh bloody hell, he isn't implying...?
Instantly, Hermione recalled witnessing the Revels Lucius has shown her via the Pensieve; the memory of some very carnal and exciting bits popping up before her inner eye in droves. The mere thought of having the possibility to experience being sandwi(t)ched between both of those gorgeous wizards left Hermione breathless. It was beyond forbidden...and that made it even more tempting and enticing.
Blushing, she breathed, lifting her head from his chest. "Oh...I'm not sure if Severus..." She avoided a direct answer to Malfoy's not so subtle allusion.
"Let Severus not be of your concern, dearie." Lucius assured Hermione with an ominous twinkle in his eyes. "I plan on talking to him later anyway and I will make sure that after our little chat good old Severus will find this temptation very hard to resist..."
Now is that so?
"All I need is a definite YES from you and we're all in for a night to remember." He purred seductively, his promising words sending a pleasant throb straight towards the juncture of Hermione's legs.
She arched a brow and an impish smile crept upon her features. "Well, I might take it into consideration under one condition, Lucius."
Maybe I will finally lift this secret...
His facial expression brightened when Hermione did as requested and freely used his given name. "And what would that be?" He asked, curious.
"This has been bothering me ever since I returned to Hogwarts and found you in Severus' private chambers, do you remember?" She asked and Malfoy nodded. "You know, this made me wonder what exactly is going on between the two of you. I mean, I know you've been friends for ages but...my gut tells me that there's..." Hermione struggled for words to put this delicately. "...more than meets the eye to this, isn't it?"
"Oh, it is indeed." Lucius stated in a matter-of-fact-tone, smirking.
Hermione grew increasingly impatient. She was so close to solving this mystery, however, much to her dismay Lucius seemed to take great pleasure in keeping her in suspense.
A sadist alright.
"Well?" She pressed. "I need a little more information than that. You being honest with these matters was part of the deal, remember?"
"And I will stick to it. Now then, listen closely."
Hermione was all ears. This was surely going to be interesting.
"I presume the unspoken question that is preying on your mind the most is 'Do we have sex?', right?"
You bet!
Hermione nodded her head impatiently.
"The answer to this is yes." Lucius stated flatly.
*gulp*
"Truth be told, Severus and I occasionally indulge into sexual encounters, enjoying each other's company beyond plain friendship."
Even though Hermione found her assumption confirmed, she suspected that there was more to this than sheer sexual deviancy. "I...kind of figured that." She admitted openly. "However, this confuses me. I mean, neither of you appears overly...gay to me?!"
Did I miss something?
Lucius chuckled. "Still clinging to black-and-white-thinking, aren't we, Hermione?" He asked, inwardly shaking his head at her naivety. "And your impression is correct, neither of us is gay per se. Bisexual at best but as for that I can only speak for myself."
*inward snort* Now what was I thinking to presume that a narcissistic personality like Lucius Malfoy would be content with solely chasing after females...
"As for Severus...I pity the poor bloke who would ever dare approach our dear professor in such unmistakable fashion. Severus might probably hex him into next week." Lucius grinned at the visual.
Hermione tilted her head in confusion. "I don't get that. On the one hand you're telling me that you and Severus do have something sexual going on but on the other hand you're saying he wouldn't let another man near him? Do you have something exclusive going on or something like that?"
Weird. Every time I think I've solved a mystery, another one pops up and takes its place!
"Nothing like it. We're not a 'classical couple', luv." Lucius kept explaining sincerely. "I guess the Muggle term for what we share would be 'Friendship with benefits'."
"I see." Hermione knew that term and its usual conditions but from what she had learned this was rather a common agreement between hetero couples, not between...whatever this was. "And still, how comes he made this exception for you, Lucius?"
"That, my dear little Mudblood..." He said playfully. "Is due to just another remnant of the past." There was a shadow flickering across his face. "You remember my memory of the later Revels?"
Hermione nodded.
"And you also remember the penalties for failure?"
Oh.
"The buggering?"
"Yes, the buggering. The Dark Lord not only took a perverse delight in that sort of punishment as such but equally in choosing those who were closest to those who had fallen in disgrace as executor of Voldemort's twisted will. You can imagine the additional shame and humiliation that came with it. This embarrassing policy ended many man-to-man-friendships."
"But not yours."
"No, not ours." Malfoy looked thoughtful. "Ironically that's one of the few good things that emerged from the war. That sort of horror binds." A bitter smile played over Lucius lips as he reminisced. "We've been to hell and back together and even though we've not been in complete agreement all the time I would go as far as deem this connection amongst my most precious non-material possessions." Hermione arched a brow at Malfoy's surprisingly sappy comment. He cleared his throat, than added smugly as if he wanted to justify his earlier statement. "And it's been great sex, too."
Hermione couldn't help but chuckle. "Of course. I must admit that the idea of you two together is beyond hot." She blurted out dreamily, another intriguing string of provocative visuals popping up in her mind.
Furthermore, the young witch had never thought it possible that there was actually a soft side to the elder Malfoy. Or Snape at that. Hermione had the strong feeling that the closer she was trying to get to the bottom of all of this it would turn out to be yet another riddle wrapped in a mystery wrapped in an enigma... "So, who's the 'woman' in your little arrangement?" She asked boldly, grinning wickedly.
Malfoy rolled his eyes, sighing at Hermione's seemingly never ending inquisitiveness. "Don't you ever shut up?"
"Not until I get a proper answer." Came the impish retort.
"It depends on the form of the day, I guess." Lucius said, turning down the flame of the bedside light. "But enough of that for now. You'd better go back to sleep. And rest."
"But I..." Hermione started protesting, more questions preying on her mind.
Lucius stopped her with a wave of his hand. "Save your breath, I'm not discussing this any further at this time of the night. You. Sleep. Now."
*grumbles*
Hermione pouted but to no avail. She rolled to her side facing away from Malfoy and murmured something incoherent. Pity she didn't witness the amused grin that played around Lucius' lips whilst he shook his head over Hermione's childish pouting. Nevertheless, Malfoy did definitely not plan on changing his mind and since Hermione had no doubt about it she lay in silence and reminisced about her latest amorous adventure.
Before long the bedside light died down completely and everything around Hermione went silent and was now purged into darkness. Soon, the only constant and oddly soothing sound she could hear was the slight snoring of the man next to her. For a moment, Hermione was tempted to snuggle up to the blonde wizard but after some humming and hawing the young woman fought that impulse and resolutely decided against it. No matter how inviting the idea was, an inner voice told her it would be...weird. Wrong. So she curled up in the comfy blanket and all too soon Hermione felt all her tension leaving her. All that she had learned and experienced today eventually took its toll on her; her eyelids grew heavy and before long she fell into an exhausted and dreamless slumber.

It was a quarter to five in the morning when all of a sudden Hermione was awakened by distant murmuring. Sleepily, she cracked one eye open and was surprised to find the bed empty.
Hermione slipped out of the bed, sighing when the full force of her aching body hit her. She groped her way around the impressive four-poster as best as she could, the room still plunged in darkness. Finding the doorknob, she half-opened the door; the flickering torches in the hallway illuminating the lush bedroom a little more.
Where the heck are my clothes?
The sleepy witch was just about to open the door completely when she suddenly froze in place. There was that murmuring again. She perked her ears but the low voices seemed too distant to understand or be recognised.
Hm. Is that Lucius speaking to a house elf? No. But who's visiting him at this hour???
For a few seconds she was undecided as if to follow the strange voices or to slip back under the warm blankets.
Crap. This is not of my business. I am...a 'guest' at best. It is not my place to nosily sneak around the manor, is it?
Hermione frowned.
Let alone stark naked...
However, Hermione's natural curiosity got the better of her and so she silently scurried down the hallways towards the source of the ominous murmuring, startling a few of the drawings' inhabitants as she passed. One was even wolf-whistling after her and she shushed him instantly. "Shut the fuck up you pervy old freak!" The last thing she needed was unwanted attention. The portrait only chuckled.
Hermione continued her way down the master staircase, cautiously to solely step on the rugs which luckily absorbed every tell-tale sound of her hasty steps. Reaching the foot of the marble staircase she spotted a glimmer of light around the corner to her left. Tip-toeing towards its source she found a door which was left ajar and Hermione felt the hairs on her neck stand on end when she ever so carefully peeked through the crack of the door into the room before her.
At first, she couldn't see overly much except Lucius' back and hair. Apparently he had thrown on a dressing gown and was now unintentionally blocking her view of his mysterious nocturnal visitor as he downed a fire whiskey.
And then Hermione overheard a few scraps of conversation.
"You didn't leave her in the dungeons, did you?"
Hermione cringed.
Blimey. That is Snape! What is he doing here?
Lucius moved and Hermione could now indeed see Snape standing in the middle of the sitting room, an unfathomable expression on his face. Malfoy walked up to him, pouring Severus a glass of fire whiskey from a very expensive looking bottle.
Lucius rolled his eyes. "Of course I didn't." He smirked as he shook his head. "Why does everybody consider me a monster?"
Snape gave Lucius his trademark 'You-pretty-well-know-why' glance, then grumbled. "Probably because you are a monster at times?"
"Oh well, guilty as charged." Lucius chuckled. "I never heard you complaining, though." The Blonde purred sultry; the unmistakable innuendo in his statement sending Hermione's dirty fantasy soaring at an instant. Amazed at the scenario unfolding before her very eyes, the young witch watched in breathless amazement when Malfoy gently brushed a strand of the professor's partially greying hair away from his chiselled features. The suave Blonde then cupped Snape's face single-handedly, pulling his surprisingly responsive counterpart into an ardent kiss. Hermione's eyes grew as wide as saucers when she witnessed Lucius' other hand teasingly wander across the Potions Master's neck and down his back, eliciting a throaty moan in the process, only to eventually stop at the dark wizard's rear end, giving it a firm squeeze. Hermione suppressed a needy whimper; the sight before her leaving her all hot and bothered.
"You know, Severus..." Lucius breathed while his lips ghosted over Snape's ear, nibbling at the earlobe now and then. Hermione was totally perplexed to see her former professor in his current state of relaxation. His otherwise stern and harsh expression was now oddly softening, his eyes closed and Hermione could have sworn she had actually heard him purring at Lord Malfoy's ministrations.
"If it wasn't for our little Gryffindor princess needing to recover tonight you'd be in for quite a surprise, my dear." Malfoy whispered seductively. "However, under these circumstances that will have to wait until tomorrow, I'm afraid. Pity."
His eyes snapping open, Snape tilted his head quizzically. He broke the compromising embrace and took a step back. "Why don't I like the tone of this, Lucius?" He asked incredulously.
"Tsk, tsk, always the sceptic now, are we?" Lucius scoffed playfully. "All I ask of you is to come to Malfoy Manor tomorrow night to end what we have just started..." He then smiled deviously at his long-time friend, dropping his bombshell. "And bring Miss Granger with you."
"Are you out of your freaking mind?" Snape roared at him, his robes whirling dramatically as he turned on his heel and went for the liquor cabinet to fetch himself another glass of fire whiskey. "I strongly doubt Miss Granger has the slightest interest in...handling both of us at the same time for real. And you should know better than scare her off this way, Lucius. Merlin, is there no limit to your perverse excesses?"
"My perverse excesses? Our perverse excesses that is, Severus." Malfoy replied, pouting a little. "Besides..." He added knowingly. "Don't think to highly of your dear Miss Granger; there's more of a pervert in her than you, or even she herself, might be aware of. I recognise kinky potential in a woman..."Lucius paused."Or a man..."He smirked, causing Snape to roll his eyes at his not so subtle insinuation. "When he or she happens to cross my way."
Snape faced the smug Blonde again. "Now what the heck is that supposed to mean?" He asked, huffing.
Idly looking at his nails, Lucius continued to speak in riddles which were clearly winding Severus up. "Well, thanks to your marvellous idea of protecting Miss Granger's...well-being by having her forcing that bloody oath on me, thanks for that by the way..." Lucius growled sulkily. "This seems to have backfired on you, my dear friend."
"Is that so?" The professor retorted, crossing his arms before his chest. "And just why would you think it did so? Come on, tell me. I'm all ears."
Lucius lips curled into a crooked smile. "Now that's exactly the problem, Severus. I can't tell you."
Snape frowned. "Nonsense. Now spill it, Lucius, this is getting annoying."
"As I said before, I can't tell you." The sneaky Blonde deliberately stressed the word tell as if to give Snape a meaningful hint. "At least, not in confidential detail. But I might say as much that your brilliant little ex-student altered the original wording of your oath, adding a few conditions that allowed her to ask..."
Shiny, sparkling blue stars suddenly emerged from out of nowhere, swirling in the air and heading for Lucius mouth to cut him off mid-sentence. Severus was flabbergasted. After a few seconds of silence on Malfoy's part the angry little stars disappeared into thin air, giving Lucius the chance to rephrase what he was trying to say.
"Allowed her to get access..." He tried and was relieved that no magic was kicking in. Careful to pick the right words, he continued. "To certain sources which provided her with significant details about...several happenings in our common past and get a deeper insight into the seemingly fascinating yet sadly spare person that is Severus Snape." Lucius finished, an obviously mocking and slightly reproachful tone to his voice.
Eavesdropping and still hiding behind the door, Hermione beamed with pride over the praise that Lord Malfoy's words involuntarily held. She gave herself a mental pat on the back for extending the conditions of the oath in her interest.
Finally, Snape was getting the picture. Cunning little minx!
"So, you can't tell me what you told her." Snape summarised, thinking hard to get around this tricky additional restriction. "Nevertheless, she didn't exclude other people guessing and you negate or affirm by shaking or nodding your head, did she?"
"No, she obviously didn't." Lucius grinned broadly and Hermione cursed herself for not including that possibility as well. Damn that Slytherin slyness! Nervously, she continued to listen carefully as the conversation of the two delectable men continued.
"Alright then, first question." The professor really didn't waste time. "I take it that Miss Granger has successfully bound you to answer her questions truthfully. Am I correct?"
Lucius nodded.
"In every respect?"
Again, Lucius nodded, amused at this game. Snape, however, sighed. This wasn't good news.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to fathom what Hermione Granger would want to know from somebody like Lucius.
"You said she wanted to know about 'significant events in the past' we shared. Have these events taken place during the war?"
Again, Lucius nodded and an uneasy feeling crept over Snape. There had only been very few 'common events' he had shared with the Malfoy patriarch during the war, most of them still haunting him in nightmares.
He narrowed his eyes. "Has there been a sexual aspect to any of these events?"
Giving him a crooked smile, Lucius nodded once more and the professor's fears were confirmed.
"Did she ask you about the 'Dark Revels'?"
Nodding.
"That nosy little minx!" Snape huffed angrily but quickly regained his composure. "Did you tell her about the...more fruity details?" He hissed through clenched teeth, not liking where this was going.
Lucius looked thoughtful, not exactly sure whether to negate or affirm. After all, he hadn't told her. He had shown her his memories in the Pensieve. Finally, he set for a so-so gesture, confusing his counterpart.
"Did you tell her in detail what was happening at the 'Dark Revels'?" Snape repeated and Lucius shook his head. "But you said she knew about them?"
The Blonde nodded in affirmation.
Severus was thinking of ways that had Lucius spilling the information Hermione had wanted without him telling her. After a few moments of pondering the penny finally dropped.

"So, when you say you weren't exactly telling her about something, you mean she learned about it in a different way?"

Nod.
"Did you use a time-turner?" He guessed wrong.

Shake.
"A Pensieve?" He tried again.
Nod.

"Did you at least spare her the more disgusting details?"
Shake.

Snape inhaled sharply. "So I presume she saw all of the abuse, the killing...and sexual abuse?"
Nod.
"I take it she was all shocked and repulsed?" He growled darkly, realising that he was growing more and more angry at Hermione for her managing to draw this disturbing secret from Malfoy.

Shake.
"She was not repulsed by it???" Snape asked, a little baffled. Nonetheless, his anger kept steadily growing. Once again, Lucius confirmed by nodding his head, giving the Potions Master a wicked smile.

"Let's put it that way..." Malfoy eventually spoke. "I was pleasantly surprised to find Miss Granger responding to what she saw in a...rather unbecoming way. But see for yourself, my dear friend. I can't remember her excluding Legilimency, either..." He concluded auspiciously, lips curling in a triumphant smirk.
"Show me then." Severus snarled grimly.
Lucius let down his Occlumency guards and Snape invaded his mind, reluctantly witnessing all the fragments of dark and twisted memories that Malfoy had shown Hermione. Thanks to a sneaky alteration of the Pensieve in the 'Leaky Cauldron', Lord Malfoy had managed to capture Hermione's reaction to what she saw while watching, both mentally and physically. For a small fee, the landlord of the 'Leaky Cauldron' had been more than willing to save the remnants in the Pensieve and sent them straight to Malfoy Manor after both Hermione and Lucius had left his establishment.
Needless to say that the cunning Blonde had laughed up his sleeve when he had learned about Hermione's fatal fascination for perverse pleasure rooting even deeper than he had hoped for.
Thanks to the alteration, Snape could now see Lucius' memories of watching Hermione's reactions, experiencing a whole bunch of twisted and sadly all too familiar scenarios through the witch's eyes, live through her emotions as she had watched along. The dark wizard frowned while he experienced Hermione's hopeless struggle against her baser instincts, feeling her tumble inevitably into a dangerous downward spiral of unquenched lust, all remnants of sympathy or moral thrown to the winds. She seemed to be numb to those poor girls' ordeals once Hermione's consciousness had passed a certain line, the only persistent emotion he could sense in her mind was the desperate urge for sexual release.
Pulling out of Malfoy's memories, Snape's face contorted in a mix of disgust and pity. As it appeared, pretty much all values that once made Hermione McGonagall's showpiece Gryffindor princess were gone for good...
Lucius excited voice cut him out of his haze. "So, what do you think?" The blonde wizard asked. "Quite a revelations she is, that Miss Granger, eh?"
He was not rewarded with an answer, just an arched eyebrow.
"Which is why I asked her to come back to the Manor tomorrow." Malfoy continued, still smirking. "And bring you with her. Surely it has not escaped your attention that the idea of being put through the wringer by the two of us intrigued Miss Granger...greatly, to say the least."
Snape shook his head and accepted the re-fill of fire whiskey his friend offered him."You are one manipulative bitch, Lucius." He stated flatly. "You would have done better by showing her those groupie events instead of those goddamned Revels." Snape added matter-of-factly, recalling aforementioned events briefly. It had been anonymous debaucheries nonetheless but at least the attending girls had been willing and engaging into those parties every now and then didn't give him as much of a bad conscience as the Dark Revels did. "Surely it would have had the same effect on her if that's what you've been aiming at. Which you doubtlessly have. What's your point in traumatising her?"
"Traumatising her?" Lucius replied, snorting. "You've got to be joking! Since when is utter randiness traumatic?" He frowned. "Who do you think you are? Her father? Guardian? For Merlin's sake, you're not even her teacher anymore, so why are you being so over-protective of..." Lucius stopped mid-sentence, a thought hitting him. "Unless..." He purred. "You're being jealous, of course."
"Jealous? Are you mad?" Severus seethed."Why on earth would I be jealous? It was I who sent Miss Granger here, after all, didn't I?!" He tried to explain himself a little too hastily.
"Then tell me..." Lucius continued, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "How come you turn up unexpectedly in my study in the middle of the bloody night? Obviously concerned about both the whereabouts and well-beings of that little wench?"
Icy silence filled the room. "I presume..." The professor eventually hissed through clenched teeth. "Old habits die hard. As you have pointed out already, I have been her professor for quite some time." He answered evasively.
"Very well then..." Lord Malfoy downed the remnants of his fire whiskey, putting the glass on a nearby sideboard. "Now that that's settled I expect the two of you tomorrow night, let's say, eight o'clock?"
Severus only grumbled something in response which Hermione couldn't properly hear, still hiding herself from view behind the door.
Ushering Snape towards the hearth, Lucius then nonchalantly said. "Oh, before I forget. It might be interesting for you to know that there'll be no need to be shy about our little personal arrangement."
Hermione quickly clutched both her hands over her mouth, desperately trying to stop herself from bursting into laughter when she saw Malfoy wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Snape. The professor's face didn't help the matter either, a slight blush now gracing his chiselled cheekbones. Hermione would have never thought that there was actually a funny side to Lucius Malfoy, even though a macabre one, but still funny.
"And it seems to me that Miss Granger is dying to broaden her horizon regarding a little male-on-male action." The smug Blonde winked at Snape who was fuming with outright disapproval. "So no need to leave any desires unfulfilled..."
"I can't believe you told her about us as well!" Snape hissed angrily, tossing a handful of floo powder into the fire place. Too bad there were no doors in a Floo Network that could be slammed dramatically behind him.
"Oh no, don't you dare put that blame on me!" Lucius retorted, casually leaning against the mantelpiece and idly playing with the sash of his dressing gown. "You brought that on yourself by providing her with that goddamn oath which made me tell her."
"Whatever." Severus snarled. "It appears we're currently both suffering a disadvantage from that particular magic." He said ruefully, his eyes glistening with suppressed anger. "She ought to pay for that." He mumbled beneath his breath.
"Well, I'm sure she'd appreciate a little over-the-knee-whacking, don't you think?" Lucius suggested jocularly. "But save that for tomorrow night, will you? I wouldn't want to miss it."
Again, Severus was murmuring something incoherently as he stepped into the crackling green flames.
"And Severus..." Lucius leaned into the other man to kiss him goodbye. "Don't bother with the past too much, it's no use. Stop pushing that girl aside. I realise that you two have serious trust issues but seeing both of you walking on eggshells is bordering on ridiculous."
"None of your business." Came the professor's clipped reply.
"Seriously. She's no Lily and no Minerva." Malfoy added and Hermione think she had heard him wrong.
Minerva? What did McGonagall have to do with this???
"Different story." Snape spat and then his features softened a bit. "Good night, Lucius. See you tomorrow."
Story? What story? I want to hear that story!!! Oh, damn it, all those bloody secrets!
"Night, luv." Having said that, the flames died down and Malfoy turned on his heel, chuckling to himself. "Oh yes, this is going to be fun."
Alarmed at the sound of footsteps nearing her hideout, Hermione quickly scurried up the marble stairs of the hall and sprinted along the dim-lit hallways, desperate to find the right room to slip under the sheets and pretend to be sound asleep. She made it into the bed just in time but the rustling of the sheets betrayed her.
"I see you're awake." Lucius said casually as he slipped out of his dressing gown and back under the sheets.
"Umm...yes." Hermione replied, trying to look sleepy. "I heard voices." She added, feigning ignorance about the conversation she had just overheard.
"Nothing to bother your head about." Lucius put her off. "Go back to sleep. It's only a quarter to six. I promised Severus to return you none the worse for wear."
"Actually..." Hermione replied, yawning and stretching herself luxuriously. "If you don't mind I'd rather leave for Hogwarts now. For the sake of variety I'd like to spend a few hours of my nights in my own bed." With that said, the witch slipped out of the bed, the pressure on her bladder making her desperate to find a bathroom. "But before that I desperately need a loo...and my clothes."
Lighting the bedside light, Malfoy tilted his head, indicating the way to the nearest bathroom for Hermione. "Just across the room. You'll find your clothes there, too."
"Thanks." Hermione nodded gratefully and quickly left for the adjacent, pompous room. As soon as she had relieved herself she donned the shreds of her old school uniform, not bothering to give her reflection in the mirror a look. She knew she must have looked awful and Hermione wasn't keen on seeing that suspicion confirmed. Her knickers and bra were ripped so she bung them in the golden bin under the sink with a sigh.
For a moment, she considered quickly slipping out the door like a thief in the night, leaving without looking back and saving herself from a possible awkward moment. Then, however, the witch remembered a few of her former paramours had been engaging in exactly that behaviour; making her feel cheap and used when she had woken up alone in the morning. Not that she had any qualms hurting Malfoy's feelings, heaven help her, it was beyond doubt that his immense ego would wouldn't allow that. And still, Hermione felt like owing him at least some sort of goodbye. After all, no matter how perverted and sick and twisted encounter had been, it could not be disregarded that he had given her a respectable row of quite enjoyable experiences...
Furthermore, there was one more question preying on her mind she was desperate to get an answer to before leaving. So, instead of tip-toeing to the bedroom door, she opted for sitting on the edge of the end of the bed.
"Umm, Lucius?" Hermione asked, her voice trembling a bit. "There is one thing on my mind that I cannot explain myself."
Malfoy furrowed a brow, for the time being ignoring the throb in his nether regions. Hermione looked all too eatable with her precious Gryffindor uniform in tatters. "And what would that be?"
Hermione started wriggling her hands, confused at why she was suddenly so nervous. Maybe her common sense was finally coming back? "Well, you told me earlier that I fainted before you could put that awful branding iron on my backside..."
"So?"
"I just wondered...umm, why I awoke with no skin frazzles hanging from my bum. I mean, why didn't you brand me while I was unconscious?" She witch asked, not sure if she was really prepared for the answer. After all, the reason could be just another deviancy of his, like applying the branding only getting him off when she was screaming bloody murder in the process.
Lucius smirked at her. "Now now, do I sense disappointment here? I'm sure this negligence can quickly be rectified..."
"No, no!" Hermione exclaimed, horrified at the thought. "I never want that iron anywhere near me again, please! I just want to know the reason since..." She tried to explain herself but Lucius cut her off.
"Since it's not like the monster you still imagine me to be?" He wryly finished the sentence for her and Hermione felt sheepish at an instant. She simply stared at him with big eyes, not knowing what to say.
"Well..." Lucius finally broke the icy silence. "I guess I didn't because...I don't own you." He stated flatly, then quickly added. "In the olden days you wouldn't have had such a close shave."
Oh. That's way more than I expected.
"Thanks." Hermione simply replied for the lack of a better answer. "I think I'd better be going now."
"However..." Lucius purred darkly, darting his hand forward to grab a gasping Hermione by the wrist and drag her into his lap. "I cannot forbear to at least make a temporary claim on some parts of you."
"What the...?" Hermione cursed openly; trying to free herself from his vice-like grip.
Malfoy rummaged in one of the drawers of the nearby nightstand; producing a silvery device from it which her Hermione couldn't see from her current angle. Lucius then lifted Hermione's skirt; almost irritatingly tenderly caressing her bum and slowly parting her butt cheeks while holding the squirming witch in place with his other arm.
"Relax, pet." He whispered silkily. "A little bird told me that you have a thing for this, don't you?"
Hermione held her breath when she felt that device, whatever it was, push past the outer ring of her anal muscles. From what she could tell, it was of a conic shape, slipping into place once it has passed the second ring and firmly remaining in its place. The intrusion had not been very painful, so she figured it couldn't have been overly big.
What the heck is this?
Hermione reached a hand behind her, curiously touching the cold, uneven surface of the round end that prevented the device from slipping into her rear end completely.
"What in Merlin's name did you just shove up my arse???" She snarled, getting the vague suspicion that it was most likely some Wizarding World equivalent to a Muggle butt plug. Hermione would have lied if she had claimed that she wasn't familiar with that kind of device and yet...something appeared oddly different here.
Hesitantly, she ran the tip her fingers over the engraved lines, tugging at it for testing purposes. The young witch inhaled sharply when she felt the device seem to grow the moment she pulled on it. Horrified, Hermione gave a little shriek, jumping to her feet when Malfoy let go of her waist.
"Tut tut." Lucius mocked her, amusement evident in his voice. "If I were you, I wouldn't try to rid myself of that little distraction. It's rather counter-productive, you know."
"Counter-productive???" Hermione exclaimed, trying to get a better look of the toy by checking her reflection in the mirrored wardrobe which sat next to the entrance of the bath room.
"You've got to be joking!" She sighed, rolling her eyes when she spotted the Malfoy crest, artfully engraved into the round, flagged end of the polished silver device.
Not owning me but my arse, eh? Oh well, still better than a branding I guess...
Malfoy ignored Hermione's rhetorical protest, answering her question instead. "Counter-productive regarding the fact that this is a magically enhanced toy as you might have guessed by now." He smirked devilishly. "It grows constantly bigger every other hour and even twice as fast every time you try to pull it out...until I'll release you from it tomorrow night."
Hermione frowned. "You can't do that. What if you need the loo again? I have a whole fucking day ahead of me!"
Malfoy put her off. "No need to worry about that; the magical enhancement will prevent that; be assured that you will not need a bath room within the next twenty-four hours." He grinned, then added mockingly. "You know, you're not the only one who's capable of using binding magic for their own benefit..." He yawned languidly. "Apart from that you really ought to be grateful. After all, by this time tomorrow you'll have this little toy replaced by a few things far bigger..."
Of course, the sexual innuendo of his remark did not go unnoticed so Hermione grumbled grudgingly. "Fine then. But don't you even think I will thank you for this...weird preparation."
Lucius nodded his head. "My treat." He replied smugly. "No need to thank me."
Letting her skirt drop into place, Hermione frowned at Malfoy's mocking tone. "Whatever..." She mumbled under her breath, heading for the door. "So...I bid you a good night, Lord Malfoy." Hermione replied in an evenly taunting fashion. "Don't bother to walk me to your fireplace; I will show myself out."
"As you wish." Lucius nodded at her curtly. "Sweet dreams, little Mudblood."

A/N: Hm. Interesting conversation, don't you think? ;) Many questions have been answered here, yet a handful of new mysteries kept popping up. Will they all these secrets be solved in the end? Feel free to share your theories!!!
And *lol* about Lucius' 'temporary claiming'; he's ever so careful to live up to Hermione's 'sick bastard' expectations in him when she'd been successfully lulled into a false sense of security.^^
Oh, and now that the blah-blah part is finally over, we will be moving on to the truly sizzling bits in the next chapter. Promise. ;)
Until then, please review and let me know what you think!!! Thanks! :)

EDIT Dec 24th 2013:
Hello, my dear readers! ＼(^o^)／
I know you're all eagerly waiting for an update of 'Embracing My Very Own Darkness' and some of you might have wondered if I have abandoned this fic since I haven't been posting for quite some time... But no need to worry, I have definitely not given it up! (^_^) I'm still working on this story even though a lot slower than I wish I would. (-_-)
You know real life has the nasty habit of getting in the way all the bloody time, coming up with an unwanted row of 'shit hit the fan' events, especially in 2013... (ಠ_ಠ)
Long story short - Chapter Fifteen is definitely in progress (already 3,000+ words) but it probably won't be up before next year, let alone Christmas as I had originally intended. However, I'll try my best to reward you for your patience, adding quite a few naughty bits as the plot thickens and loose ends will be tied up. (^_-)
Until then I wish all of you A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! (May it be better than the passing one...)
Yours,
TheTV-Junkie
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