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The Downfall of Greed	By : tcarlson Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 40824 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Entering someone’s mind while they are dreaming is like jumping into deep water: there’s a moment of confusion, where you can’t tell up from down, and then you get your bearings and break the surface to where everything makes sense.

Once I got my bearings, I recognized that I was in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Desks were set up in rows and students were scribbling frantically on pieces of parchment. It didn’t take me long to find her. She was sitting in the exact middle of the room so focused on her work that she didn’t sense me walk up behind her.

As I peered over her shoulder, I nearly rolled my eyes. Of course, Hermione Granger would dream of taking her NEWTS. It was the written portion of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and from what I could see of her answers, she was being as specific as possible.

She sighed, folded up her exam, and looked up at me. “You would show up in the first normal dream I’ve had since I was kidnapped,” she said. “I just can’t seem to get away from you.”

She went up to hand in her exam and then walked back towards me. I followed her out to the grounds where she plopped down under a tree by the lake. “I can understand why I can’t find Harry and Ron here,” she informed me. “My subconscious knows that they aren’t at Hogwarts. They are out in the world somewhere trying to defeat Voldemort. But why are you here?”

“It’s your mind, you tell me.” I sat down next to her.

“I guess it makes sense. You are basically the only person I ever see. The only person I ever interact with. You are the center of my world now.” She lay back, basking in the sun. She was so relaxed and different than herself in real-life. It was interesting to see what I could only assume was her normal personality outside of how I had gotten to know her.

She propped herself up on an elbow and looked up at me. “This is my dream, right?”

“It’s most definitely not mine.” She sat up and we looked out at the lake, pressed shoulder to shoulder. When I looked over at her, I caught her staring. “What’s so interesting?” I asked.

“You are,” she answered, catching a lock of my hair between her fingers. I caught her wrist and shuffled away so we weren’t touching. I didn’t like her intimate boldness. She frowned. “If it’s my dream, I can do what I want.”

“And what do you want, Miss. Granger?”

She crawled into my lap and laid her head on my chest. “I want to kiss you. I want you to kiss me. I want you to stop being the only thing that runs through my mind all the time. I want you to be the only thing on my mind. I don’t know!” She jumped up and paced in front of me. “I should hate you, but every day I find it harder to. Is this Stockholm Syndrome?” She stopped pacing and looked down at me. She was out of breath from her outburst. “Maybe you’re here so I can work out all these feelings.”

“I refuse to be your therapist.”

She knelt beside me. There was a fire in her eyes. “I don’t want your advice. I don’t even want you to listen to me vent. I want you to kiss me so I know once and for all what the hell is going on!”

I raised my eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I catch you looking at me, Lucius. Looks that make my stomach do flips and makes me feel funny. Something’s going on here!”

“Let’s get this straight, Mudblood. Absolutely nothing is going on here. And nothing ever will! You are going to the Dark Lord and that is that!”

“It’s my dream! Kiss me! I have more to lose from it than you! I’d be betraying the Order, Harry, Ron, my parents… Everyone! What would you have to lose? Respect from the cold-hearted bitch you call a wife?”

I stood up and pushed her against the tree. “You go too far,” I warned.

Tears accumulated at the corners of her eyes. “Kiss me, Lucius,” she whispered. “Please. It’s killing me. I have to know if I’m going crazy or if I’m actually falling for you.”

I staggered back. Falling for me? The girl was definitely crazy.

She used my momentary shock to take the opportunity to throw herself into my arms. Before I could comprehend what was happening, a soft, warm mouth was pressed against mine. She emitted an exasperated sigh when I didn’t respond and pulled away. “It’s just a dream, Lucius. My dream. Just let it happen. The real-you isn’t even going to know if you let go and kiss me.”

“If only you knew,” I thought to myself.

She pulled me down to her level by my tie and I let her. Her tongue traced across my lips, asking me to allow her access to my mouth. “Oh, why not?” I gave in. Our tongues met and her moan of appreciation was enough for me. I kissed her, chasing her tongue into her mouth to explore her. She clung to me as if I were the only thing keeping her upright.

I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her tight against my body. I couldn’t believe that I had denied myself such pleasure for almost eighteen years. Apparently, I should have been kissing everyone because this was amazing.

I stopped abruptly, realizing that this was just her dream. It wasn’t really happening. She whimpered at the loss. Making a snap decision, I pulled out of her mind and found myself thrown to the floor of my bedroom.

She was still asleep on the bed, curled up as she had been before. But now, a small smile graced her lips.

“Damnit!” I cursed at her sleeping form. “You’re not supposed to have such power over me!” I stood over her, trying to figure out her what she had that called to me so. I couldn’t figure it out, but I did know that I wanted to kiss her again. In real life. I wanted to really experience a kiss with her. And Lucius Malfoy gets what he wants.

I lay down next to her on the bed and hovered above her, supporting my weight on my elbow. With a slow, deliberate movement, I lowered my lips to hers. She reacted instantly and kissed back, bringing her hands up to hold the sides of my face to deepen the kiss.

After a few moments, she stopped and looked up at me, searching my eyes for something. Then, she giggled. “What’s so funny?” I snapped.

“It’s just that if you ever found out that I was having a sex dream about you, you’d never let me live it down. You’d torture me mercilessly with that information.”

She reached up to restart the kiss, but I took her hand and pinched the sensitive underside of her arm. “Ow!” she cried. “What was that for?” She sat up angrily. I could tell the moment that she realized that she wasn’t dreaming anymore. Horror dawned in her eyes as she took in the familiar surroundings of my room. “Shit.”

“Language, Miss. Granger,” I drawled.

“Did you invade my dream?” she asked, getting out of the bed and backing up towards the wall.

“Yes, and it was so… enlightening.” I smirked. “What would your parents think? What would Harry think? What would your dear Ronald think if he knew that you fancied yourself in love with Lucius Malfoy?”

She slid down the wall and huddled into herself. “It was a dream. It meant nothing!”

“Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself? Besides, you got something out of it. I thoroughly intend to kiss you now, as much as I can. I guess I owe you my thanks for opening my eyes to that delightful activity.”

She let out a shaky breath and wiped away tears. I walked over to her and lifted her up. “I own every part of you, Hermione Granger. I own your body.” I traced a finger around her breast. She shivered. “I own your mind.” I tapped at the Mark on her lower back to remind her of its powers. Her eyes glazed over for a moment. She shook her head. “And now I know that I own your heart.” I leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes and leaned into me.

“And what about my soul?” she asked breathlessly.

“I guess I shall leave that for the Dark Lord to conquer.”

I had been moving slowly backwards, pulling her along with me towards the bed, but she stopped dead at my last sentence. She snatched her hand out of mine. “I’d rather just be brought to him now than be toyed with like this.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged.” I threatened coldly. She hugged herself against my biting remark. “If you feel so strongly about it, I’m sure he wouldn’t be adverse to you being delivered to him tonight.”

Panic flashed in her eyes. “You know I didn’t mean it. I know I’m better off here with you than with him.”

“You should show a little appreciation, then,” I said softly, trailing fingers down her cheek. She pulled back. “I do remember you promising to be the picture of a respectful and obedient servant earlier tonight. At this rate, you’ll never get a book or see the outside,” I warned. She stepped closer, lured by the chance of getting her hands on reading material. “Good girl,” I murmured, lowering my lips to hers.

She stood stiff and unyielding against my mouth but leaned into me with a sigh after a few minutes of gentle coaxing with my lips and hands. So easy to manipulate.

We had made it onto the bed with her trapped beneath me. She was making delicious sounds as I plundered her mouth with my tongue and my hands crept up her robes. Suddenly, I pulled away with a hiss of pain, grabbing at my left forearm. My Mark was burning. He was calling me. Through my mind, I heard “Bring the girl” like a faint whisper.

She was looking up at me with concern etched into her face. “He’s calling you?”

I got out of bed and ran to my closet, pulling out my mask and Death Eater robes. “Yes, and apparently he wants you to come as well.”

“What?! Why?”

“I don’t know.” To be honest, I was worried. Why did he need to see her? “So pull yourself together. We leave immediately. It’s not wise to keep him waiting. The consequences get more dire the longer we tarry.”

Her eyes widened but she smoothed out her mussed hair and wrinkled robes. I held out my hand and she took it, trembling slightly. I pulled her against me and we Apparated to Voldemort’s manor.
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