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The Taming of the Shrew - Wizard Style - COMPLETE	By : LaBibliographe Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 97037 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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If there are readers who are not able to bring up my LiveJournal site with the pictures for each chapter, would you let me know? You can drop a line here or on my email at labibliographe@yahoo.com. I made the entries open to the public so I hope no one is having difficulties.

Answers to Your Reviews -

Aleysiasnape � Glad you liked the chapters and I do understand about work and being tired. No problem.

VoraciousReader � Magical communists? Intriguing plot idea, VR. I (and Lucius and Snape) agree with you that blindly castigating the wealthy wizards and witches and wantonly undermining their wealth could bring economic disaster. It�s why Hermione sees the value in helping Lucius, I think. And this chapter brings a step forward in the bizarre relationship between these two headstrong types.

Happybunny � Really? The word soign� got you to review? Then �soign�, soign�, soign�. 8-) And yes, please do continue to suffer reading my work LOL. Don�t worry � I will always update until the story is finished. I never leave readers dangling.

Abbeysmum � Isn�t Lovecraft horror? I can�t do horror (shivers). I have trouble with anything scarier than Sherlock Holmes. So no, I haven�t read Lovecraft. The words pomposity, couturier, and d�colletage are als0 found in romance novels, which I love. What type of words come from Burger King and Stephen King? I�m delighted you had a �good time� with Lucius.

Serin Blackmoon � Your olfactory sense is on target, but the scent is still faint. The why of Lucius and Snape targeting Hermione will show up pretty soon (winks).

Sirsevchick � I do love to write these two characters. Lucius and Hermione make the best sizzling antagonists with their reluctant and unwelcome fascination for each other. You may be right that there is the tiniest thaw in their relationship, but it isn�t quite Spring yet

blue artemis � Very true � Hermione is definitely not a submissive personality so those two are going to have to, in Lucius� film canon words, �play nicely�. They need to figure out what their relationship rules are. Hogwarts is still a little ways away. No, if I had the chance to see Lucius� face in my boudoir, I wouldn�t opt for him using a glamour either. So far we�ve learned some of the reasons for the plan. The plan itself will emerge soon.

Liagiba84 � More plot this chapter. Lucius is waking up to the differences between his former wife and his new one, poor man.

Linstock � I�m happy you�re plugged in again. I hope you like this next chapter. It�s mostly plot, but it will start the slide into the next lemon in the following chapter.

BeaBibliophile � This next chapter �drips� with plot also, so you should be happy. Bea, do you really think all Lucius has to do is reassure Hermione he has changed and she�ll say, �Okay, good. Now we can be friends?� Don�t you think he should work a little harder than that for her regard? (And coincidentally spin out this story a bit?) The move to Hogwarts arbitrary? You�re correct. It�s not. Narcissa and Severus will appear fairly soon. Just a leetle bit more lemon first. You want Lucius to compete with Severus for Hermione? Lucius� peccadilloes will be discussed in time. I love Lucius� and Severus� relationship, too. Those two wizards get away from me and steal the story in more places than I had planned. And luckily for Lucius, Hermione does see the larger view of the wizarding world if the Purebloods are excised from it.

lemonade8 � Lucius certainly has his share of worries in this story so you should like him a lot LOL. Hermione can see that the Purebloods have their place in the world. She just hopes Lucius can see that all the other types of magic folk also have a place. Hermione�s place in the plan will come clear.

jw - You channeled a bit of my story that comes later about Hermione needing to face Hogwarts. And Hermione will definitely enjoy tackling the mystery. And yes, it is all Purebloods, not just the Slytherins.

Snapes_Goddess � Ah, potty training and recalcitrant toddlers. I finally gave up and the tyke potty trained himself at 2 yrs 9 mos. I was shocked � in the most delightful way. Spaghetti and I are avowed enemies. I can�t eat the stuff without having it wind up on my blouse. Hang in there on Severus blackmailing Lucius. We�re talking devious vs. devious here so don�t worry. I�d love Lucius as my Headmaster. Hermione�s mindset is already being adjusted in her new marriage.

Citten � So far Lucius and Hermione haven�t found a way to paddle their marital canoe in tandem. Hermione will surely be able to help with the problem Lucius is facing, though. You know me, I want to bring about a relationship that seems realistic rather than sudden and unbelievable. My last story had readers waiting until chapter 22 for any full lemons. I tried to be quicker in this story LOL.

Rini � Oh my, you wouldn�t let a few assignments get in the way of housing your life-size replica of Lucius� love handle, would you? More plan on the way. And Hermione is brave. She�ll face Hogwarts.

Scary Bear Hair � Lucius is more comfortable seducing Hermione physically. I�m not sure he has figured out that the way to her affections is through her brain. He didn�t have to do that with Narcissa so he�s something of a novice with marriage in a way. I do think Lucius is partly right in invading Hermione through her libido even though that�s all he�s figured out to do. She IS vulnerable that way to some extent. She is thinking about him now, mostly sexually, but it�s a start.

dragon37 � I�m very happy you�re enjoying the story. I can�t figure out why you can�t see my LiveJournal site. I doublechecked and I did make it open to the public.

aliciana � Welcome and thank you for the delightful review. I�m in total agreement that Lucius as Headmaster somehow increases his arrogant power and allure. One hot dude does sound American! I had to look up Mancunian and now I�ve a new word for my vocabulary collection. I had to look up Jilly Cooper and Rupert Campbell-Black also. Cooper�s books sound similar to the American �glitz� novels of wealthy people and their �affairs�. Wikipedia says her novels �heavily feature adultery, (sexual) infidelity and general betrayal, melodramatic misunderstandings and emotions, money worries and domestic upheavals.� I guess you�ll find most of that in this story minus the adultery and infidelity. Once I pair a couple, I usually don�t insert adultery or infidelity, although it could happen in future stories, I suppose. No guarantees LOL. Lucius� arrogance is part of his charm to me. Apparently Hermione isn�t finding it hard going either. I do love the bad boys.

lilbitbord � All of Hermione�s �demons� have starched underwear LOL. She�s very tightlaced. Lucius is just the one to loosen those laces. She�ll hear more of the plan now.

More plot coming up...

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Chapter Fifteen

More Plan and More Play

Lucius and Hermione sat at one corner of the main terrace near the beautifully blooming rose garden, the light breeze playing across the flagstones, sending a stray leaf whirling, dancing off the edge of the terrace through the low balustrade. Crookshanks shot out from under one of the bushes to chase the leaf as it fluttered down one of the gravel paths, then he disappeared again, intent on his own feline business. The peaceful view was spectacular, awash in all the normal colors roses display plus an odd silvery, shiny one, which Lucius said he�d had commissioned specially for his estate.

Hermione needed first to descend into the garden to smell the unusual rose and discovered it had a rich, deep, sort of� Eastern Spice scent. He certainly liked that smell. Too bad it wasn�t pleasant for her, too. She wrinkled her nose before she saw that Lucius was studying her for her opinion.

When she came back up the steps, Lucius remarked, �If you wish, I can have the silver rose reconfigured to a regular rose scent. It�s very pretty, isn�t it?�

Hermione was unhappy about the Hogwarts move and she interpreted Lucius� offer as a bribe, but a couple of mean, rotten ogre scales fell away from her handsome husband as she stared at him through her biased eyes. She still thought he was a conniving wretch, but just occasionally there was a glimpse of regular human being in his manner.

�I know you enjoy that scent, Lucius. And the rose is your creation. Out here, your Eastern Spice aroma doesn�t bother me at all. I�m sorry about your smelly candles. Thank you for offering to change the rose�s scent,� she said politely, �but I�ll just appreciate your generous gesture. Keep the silver rose as it is.�

Her reply was tinged with sarcasm, seated in her suspicions of his motives, but Lucius was so transparently pleased - as if she had given him a gracious gift instead of a verbal slap - she was a little ashamed that she had questioned his motive about the flower. Bloody Pureblood courtesy again, she reminded herself and lapsed into an unusually tranquil stillness with the wizard.

Lucius basked in Hermione�s first acknowledgement that he�d done something meant to please her and affably watched as she came to sit near him. That d�tente lasted all of ten minutes as they relaxed in the mottled shade of an old oak that grew near their corner of the terrace, the slight breeze wafting a multiplicity of rose bouquets to them as they sat in mutual silence.

Lucius sighed at having to break the contented moment, but he had to move forward with his and Snape�s plan. �Hermione, I am sorry to make you go to Hogwarts again. I didn�t know when I married you that those memories had been so traumatizing to you.� He sat there, soberly reflecting that he had bought into the �Hermione Granger, Valiant Golden Trio Heroine� picture of his wife and in reality knew very little about her as an individual.

He stepped carefully through his next landmine, �If it helps, the school has been entirely restored. Under Severus� aegis, it has the best of the original mixed in with some of the improvements it has long needed. If one can find a silver lining in such a terrible event, I would venture to say the old school has benefited from its refittings.� Lucius added cynically, �I also think the school governors hope that as Headmaster, I might be making even more improvements � out of my own pocket. But that�s not the main reason either of us is doing this.�

�But why must I go?� the little witch grumbled. �Can you not return to this estate at weekends? I�ll have no function there.� She added with a hint of rancor, �If you need your weekly shag, you can come home.�

Lucius� good mood evaporated and his narrowed, icy eyes made Hermione wriggle a little in her cushioned, outdoor chair. The scary, silky timbre of his voice told Hermione she had goaded him far enough, �Shall it be only weekly, my dear? Perhaps I was only imagining myself taking my pleasure and providing yours last night.� He tartly added, �It was you, was it not, screaming fit to burst my eardrums during your orgasms? Several times, as I recall.�

Hermione huffed and her face turned bright pink, �I just don�t want to go there. The place makes me upset. And a gentleman wouldn�t �recall� those private things in polite conversation.�

A short laugh from the wizard startled Hermione as her husband grinned his scorn for her comment, �You�ve gone through all those years of Hogwarts and still haven�t learned that the phrase, �Slytherin gentleman� is also an oxymoron? I am truly beginning to doubt your intelligence.�

Lucius drew in a breath and debated with himself about telling Hermione just why she had to go. It galled him enormously that he had been smeared by those Ministry gits; his honor shouldn�t have been questioned, especially in such a disgusting form. That they even would suggest he was untrustworthy near the young, underage female students was an egregious insult. Only Snape�s intervention had kept Lucius from a few well-aimed Crucios in that Hogwarts school governors meeting. The governors had seen his fierce reaction to basically being called a pervert, but they had stood firm in the face of Lucius� raised wand.

Snape had pulled Lucius from the meeting for a few moments, reminding him of the dire importance of their plan and the precarious situation for the Purebloods, trying to calm the blond wizard down with his reasonable explanation of the libelous Daily Prophet stories having aroused the protective instincts of the other governors.

For that bit of smearing, Lucius knew he had that bitch, Rita Skeeter, to thank and it wasn�t the governors� faults that they believed the disgusting bollocks she wrote. Lucius made a mental note to see who owned the Daily Prophet and whether he needed to acquire the rag or he could just exert pressure to get Skeeter fired. As far as he was concerned, Ms. Skeeter was long overdue for a vacation. He�d heard the Marianas Trenches were lovely this time of year.

After turning the air blue and blistering Severus� ears with remarks on the dubious parentage of most of the governors and Rita Skeeter�s after-hours profession in Knockturn Alley, the elegant Pureblood had finally calmed down and reluctantly smiled, �I probably would have missed with the Crucios, anyway. You know my snake wand fires off-center to the left, when it fires at all.�

Lucius and Snape returned to the meeting and Lucius had finally agreed to the stipulation that he be married before taking up the position, but even then a few of the governors still equivocated, reluctant to approve the Pureblood�s appointment. Lucius caught Snape�s eye and shrugged, saying silently Well, we tried. Now what? The devious Pureblood was dumbfounded when Snape announced that Lucius would be marrying Hermione Granger.

Lucius� mouth dropped open. That was news to the blond wizard; he and Snape hadn�t discussed anything about marriage prior to the meeting and Lucius was as surprised as the school governors that the famous, young Gryffindor was to be his spouse. In the back of his mind, Lucius had already figured he could fail to meet the wife stipulation and Snape wouldn�t nag at him any more about his convoluted idea and would instead find another Slytherin to run the school for a year. But Snape had already found Hermione�s open marriage contract and was prepared for his friend�s sly strategy to dodge his part in their operation.

Lucius gave Snape a quizzical stare, but remained silent, merely nodding at the congratulations on his pending marriage. At the news that Hermione Granger would be Lucius� wife, the wealthy blond Pureblood�s appointment had been approved without demur and within days Lucius had become a husband and the Hogwarts Headmaster approved appointee.

Lucius realized that Snape had known about the marriage stipulation before the meeting and led his unsuspecting, sacrificial blond lamb to the altar. He didn�t really blame Snape for corralling him as he had. It was a time-honored Slytherin practice to use any means necessary and Lucius enjoyed the game of Slytherin backstabbing as much as anyone. He just rarely lost. After the meeting, the two wizards had repaired to a quiet bar and tried to drink each other under the table. Lucius won and peace was restored between the friends.

If he didn�t tell his new wife about why the Ministry had required him to marry, she would hear about it sooner or later anyway and his miniscule progress with her could evaporate. He dithered, but decided the moment hadn�t quite come for him to tell her she was married to someone the Ministry saw as the lowest pervert and she was his de facto jailer.

Their unusual oasis of calm being disrupted, the two left the terrace, each to their own desks for their individual tasks until it neared time for Lucius to show up at Hermione�s bedroom door for the night. Neither of them mentioned it, but both knew that Lucius was not going to meekly stay in his own bedroom alone that night. Without an �invitation� couched in punitive terms, Hermione would never approach Lucius� bedroom door, so he would come to her room.

Hermione regarded the coming night with some misgivings, but her more primal self began a siege of mental self-arousal, luring her toward more of Lucius� brand of sex. She was fast approaching a cliff over which part of her wanted to dive headfirst in joyful abandon and part of her was appalled at the interest she was showing in some deviant forms of recreation � with a devious former Death Eater.

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Lucius paced his bedroom thinking. He was really nothing more than a fit body and a hard cock to her. He had nothing to lose. There was no good opinion of him to forfeit. She would soon find out the Ministry had designated him a pervert and no protestations of his innocence were likely to make her believe him over the popular view of the governors.

To her he was already an evil monster, albeit with a good sexual technique available for free. If that was so, why was he going at her pace for sex, staying only with the basics? He didn�t want to hurt or frighten her � exactly - but he would be damned if he was going to cater to her parochial sexual foibles any more. He had slowed the pace of their intimacies, trying to be kind. It was like letting Mother Teresa run a bordello. She had intimated that she could entertain a bit more variation in their bedroom activities at some point. Well, that point was going to start now. Lucius sat down and composed his latest missive to his wife.

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That evening Hermione opened the latest parchment from her husband with some trepidation:

H �

Use the rose oil in your bath, wear only your collar and the short green robe and be at my bedroom door at 9 PM sharp. Each minute delay brings additional punishment. No cat hairs!

L

Hermione was livid. She had done nothing to deserve any punishment this time. She had been very (well sort of) circumspect with her taunts and bad language, saving the majority of her gripes for when she was alone with Crookshanks. She had half a mind to bring a whole fistful of cat hairs into the aggravating man's bedroom and plaster them all over his carpet, bed, and clothing while he was gone. If she was going to be punished whether she did anything wrong or not, she may as well enjoy being bad. She had actually relaxed some with him on the terrace. And now this?

Then she remembered that when Lucius had been wearing his green leggings, he had mentioned something about her being treated like any other chance-met woman for sex.

Her heart skipped a beat - he had basically told her he had slipped his restraints and she was now fair game. Was this the beginning of the depraved acts he had in store for her? Before her mind could conjure up too many gruesome scenarios, she paused, thinking. She had never heard any rumors that his first wife, Narcissa, was maimed or recovering in St. Mungo�s from any suspicious injuries and that woman had been married to Lucius for over twenty years.

So what types of behavior was he referring to? Hermione�s lurid musings were severely limited in scope due to her inexperience, but the few things she came up with were worrying enough to her. Sexual, she thought, definitely sexual. Spanking for one. She nodded her head decisively, sending her curls skittering all over. She knew that for a fact.

The spanking had been a shocking lesson and she had no desire to repeat it. Well, not much desire; the farther she got from the actual demonstration, the more the idea began to develop sultry overtones as she painted a benevolent phantasm Lucius as her lewd lord and master in the bedroom. This morning she had brought out the titillating memory and fantasized its repetition with her phantasm lover to bring herself to a release in her bath, but to her great dismay she discovered that her own efforts were now like eating sawdust next to the banquet Lucius had served up between her legs with his long, stimulating fingers and his lusty cock the night before.

Damn him, anyway, she groused as she got undressed � now she couldn�t even enjoy her private, autoerotic moments. In comparison to his ministrations, twiddling herself was taking on all the sensation of being screwed by Nearly Headless Nick.

Hermione�s extended sexual dry spell had come to a well-lubricated end and vexation was her predominant reaction, resenting the handsome wizard�s new erotic power in her life. Her longstanding reliance on her own self-pleasure had been ruined beyond redemption by her intimidating mate.

Adding insult to injury, she knew she wouldn�t even get off on her new, sexy spanking fantasy at all now � it was looming all too real on her horizon. The rude reality of some sort of punishment that the parchment had promised mentally splashed the spanking fantasy with an entire bucket of cold water and Hermione grew wary of her husband�s hand again.

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Lucius wandered around his well-equipped playroom trying to decide what slice of adventurous sex he should introduce his na�ve bride to next. She�d had a spanking so maybe something different. He had been forced to take a portion of their previous evening together to reprimand her that way, which had been depressing, but it meant he had also lost part of the night he could have been seducing her into accepting him physically. His only real accomplishment had been introducing the collars and the chain linking them together during sex. They were just ancillary toys meant for fun and he thought he'd made some headway there.

She wouldn�t be worried about his body this time, not after having sex with him twice. No, this time her caution would come merely from the wording of his note. He grinned at the kick he�d gotten from putting the wind up her at the word �punishment�. She would come to him guarded and their pas de deux would begin again.
Lucius wandered around the large room, cozily lit with a fire in the hearth at one side. He spent most of his time in the room naked, so he preferred not to freeze his patootie off. Some of his sex toys were scattered around the room on various shelves, all of them kept in good working order. A large wardrobe on a side wall had a selection of costumes for role-playing if the couple was so inclined; some padded shackles adorned the walls. A large bed took up a separate alcove visible from the playroom, but not impeding any other entertainment. Several pieces of furniture, some in odd shapes, made up the rest of the room. There were no windows.

As Lucius fondly perused his collection he thought about what he would do. All day he had been his courteous self, showing up for all meals, only correcting small missteps as she made them; Hermione had tiptoed around him for all of one morning. She had been trying her best to rein in her tongue and keep to innocuous subjects. He would bet she wasn�t often plagued by the shyness she had displayed that morning.

By lunch her normal, strong personality was edging out her unnatural submission and she had roundly criticized him for paying banking fees to the goblins who performed work for him while not paying his house elves who did a great deal of work for him, too. Evening had brought the unpleasant discussion of moving to Hogwarts.

Her resentment of his attempts to correct her Muggleborn etiquette lapses obviously continued unabated. Lucius wandered over to the shelves of equipment and idly perused the selection while he pondered his wife�s progress. It was true she hadn�t called him any names, not until lunch when one of her �monsters� had slipped out under her breath. The blond wizard smiled at that little slip as he fingered some leather straps then moved on. He hadn�t enlightened her on his acclimation to the title, so she had coughed to cover her imprudent epithet and soon thereafter left the table.

He wanted to bring her around to indulging in his brand of playful sex without needing the excuse of a punishment except in fun, but perhaps for now it was more diverting to them both for him to play the cruel husband, a role he normally relished. Lucius was well versed in how a person�s psyche had to permit itself the pleasure of unusual sex in stages. The mor�s of sex were drummed into one in multiple ways very early on and usually included none but the most mundane and banal of sexual gratifications.

The blond wizard knew he wasn�t Hermione's favorite person, although that might work in his favor rather than against him; she would be less embarrassed at indulging in kinky sex with a man she despised. Lucius reasoned he was already a monster in her eyes so doing dirty deeds with him impacted her sense of morality minimally. It would be so easy to shift all blame for her pleasure in wickedness onto his shoulders for leading her into it; her moral compass could stay true while her body shuddered in forbidden passion.

Smiling at the thought, Lucius stopped at one shelf of toys and hefted some leather cuffs, smaller than the ones he had worn before. They would be a good fit for her and they could be locked together and even attached to her collar if he wished. He eyed a hook in the ceiling and made his decision.

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Hermione presented herself promptly at his bedroom door that evening in the rose oil, collar, her diaphanous short robe, and a nervous smile that wilted when she saw his clothing. He was dressed in a long, black, figured silk robe with a quilted shawl collar. The robe was sashed tightly around his slim waist and the vee shape in the front allowed a slice of his golden, muscled chest to peek out. His green collar was just visible under his chin.

Hermione felt horribly underdressed wearing only her own collar and the scrap of see-through material that didn�t cover so much as a freckle. Coloring in embarrassment, she turned around to retreat to her room for something more to wear, but Lucius stopped her with the warning, �Will you risk being late? You have thirty seconds to cross my threshold or your punishment increases.�

Hermione stomped her foot, but returned to pass by Lucius and enter his bedroom within the required time. �Why are you wearing that robe if I�m only to wear this stupid collar, a useless robe and a bit of rose oil?�

�You want me to strip? I thought to lessen your fears by staying dressed, but if you wish, I can dress down to your outfit. I do have on my collar, just as I see you do.� The little witch was showing all the glorious signs of being a hellcat in training. Lucius had to turn away to keep his interest from poking between the edges of his robe and waving its crimson head enthusiastically at her. The sight of her nude body in that collar and tiny robe had already made a fierce start on his evening�s first erection.

Hermione was torn between wanting to see all of that toned male body again and worrying that the loosening of that robe sash meant she would be punished again. �Leave it on for now. I�ll adapt.� The sentence came out snippier than she had meant for it to be, but she didn�t want to go into any explanation of her nervousness. That would just put her at more of a disadvantage.

Lucius looked over his shoulder at her and raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowed at her tone of voice, but merely nodded. He waved her into his bedroom and waited until she had walked past him, his eyes going straightaway to her curvy little bum. Ah, a pity his spanking had already faded from her skin. Only a faint tinge of color was left. With her back to him, he stepped up behind her, wrapped his arm around her waist and Side-Apparated them to his playroom.

�Yeow!� Hermione wobbled as her feet found purchase on the floor of a strange room. �Don�t do that. Let me know beforehand when you�re going to send us somewhere. Where are we?�

Lucius thought her comment was an improvement in their adversarial stances. In effect she was saying she was willing to go wherever he took her if he alerted her ahead of time. Progress. �This is what I call my playroom. It�s perhaps a bit sophisticated for you as only newly unvirginized��

Lucius grinned at the insulted look he received; it was much better than getting a look of horror. But maybe she hadn�t quite caught the nuances of the room yet. Oh� yes, she had. That was obvious in her next statement.

�I am not going to play your twisted games. This place is disgusting. And unvirginized is not a proper word,� she said primly, glancing behind her at a couple of paddles on a shelf. �Hey!� Her head swiveled back at the wizard, �What are you do -� Hermione yelped as Lucius grabbed her wrists.

Lucius calmly clamped the two small wristguards over Hermione�s wrists and chained them together, then watched as she tried to take them off, even biting the chains. At least while she was using her mouth to work fruitlessly on removing the wristlets she wasn�t lambasting him with her opinion of his taste in sex toys or his imperfect vocabulary. She also wasn�t watching as a hook descended from the ceiling.

Suddenly Hermione had her arms yanked upward and she found herself hanging by those wristguards from a hook, her feet still firmly on the floor. Her soft, brown eyes widened in shock and she looked desperately at the man who was responsible for her ignominious position.

�Did you like what I did to you two nights ago?� he asked in a low, warm tone, gently rubbing her raised arms up and down. The floaty sleeves of her robe had settled near her shoulders and Lucius gently spread the wispy material hanging down her body to the sides exposing her breasts and her tidy brown muff.

�Some of it,� she allowed, her voice more stubborn than agitated as she wiggled away from his hands and then jumped up, trying to get free. When she realized she was stuck, she asked, �I suppose it will do no good to ask you to release me?� Hermione was scared, but less horrified than she might have been two nights before. Her curiosity began to war with her apprehension; somewhere deep inside she knew Lucius wouldn�t do anything to really maim her and she rather wanted to know where this latest adventure was leading.

�Monster!� she cried without much conviction. Lucius just grinned at her and she reluctantly quirked her lips in return.

He stepped back from his strung-up wife and slowly removed his long robe while watching Hermione avidly drink in his masculine form - she promptly stopped twitching to stare. My little nymphet, he silently applauded. Now, if you can get over me as a grisly ogre, we could have something.

Hermione was somewhat incapacitated with her arms out of commission, but her mouth was working perfectly. �Can�t we just have sex the normal way? Why do you insist on all these barbaric extras?� Her mind riposted, Sweet Guinevere, that man is just made for sex. She frowned at her unruly thoughts, but her eyes couldn�t seem to stray far from his swaying erection, defying gravity as it thrust into the air, a thick crimson pole designed for her pleasure.

�Ah, so you�re quite willing to sleep with me as long as it�s normal sex?� Lucius cocked his head, interested in her answer. He stood in front of her naked, but his attitude was more like he was dressed for a high-level business meeting, imposing and cultured even in his birthday suit. �And you define normal sex as�?�

She bit her lip and reluctantly tracked up from the wizard�s wiz to the wizard�s eyes, not wanting to commit herself to any kind of sex with him at all, although her nether region was already swelling with traitorous joy. The sex made her feel incredibly vulnerable to this man who was still three parts beast to her. It was so unfair that he seemed even more attractive now than he had in the registry office. It must be some sort of dark magic. She was sure of it. Her eyes slid back to his tool.

Hearing no reply Lucius said, �No definition? I didn�t think so.� He tutted to see the sheer robe flowing down, covering his wife�s body again when she jumped and this time he stepped to a small shelf, grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped the robe entirely off her. �Ah, better.� Lucius smiled pleasantly, �In that case, why shouldn�t I indulge my own tastes in sex, not having a willing partner no matter how it's defined?"

tbc...

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Hermione's part in the plan is now clearer. Snape used her reputation to gain Lucius the Headmastership and her presence at Hogwarts was seen by the governors as a deterrent to Lucius' possible perversion.

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