Criminal Ravishment

Criminal Ravishment

Chapter 2

The next couple of weeks, Professor Malfoy gave Hermione compliment after compliment, continuing to say, ‘I am the only one who thinks you are beautiful,’ or ‘I am the only one who appreciates your talents.’ He was placing her on a pedestal and worshipping her, something every insecure young lady might desire from a strong, handsome, dominating man.

The animosity between Harry, Ron and Hermione was so thick that they did not even acknowledge one another’s presence. In the classroom, Malfoy gave Hermione so many compliments that the other students were beginning to resent her and would display their disapproval, causing Hermione to truly believe that Lucius was the only one who understood her.

Malfoy had invited Hermione to study in his private rooms since, as the Head Girl, she was always being interrupted by unimportant tasks that were meant for the prefects. She was not neglecting her duties; she was just making sure she had time to study.

One day before Severus’ Double Potion’s class with the Slytherin and Gryffindor seventh years, Lucius came strolling into Snape’s office.

“Severus, how are you doing?” Lucius asked in his sneering voice as his vigilant eyes surveyed Severus’ office, disgusted by the contents of the jars.

“State your business and get out!” hissed Severus. Lucius smiled as he made his way further into the classroom.

“Now, is that any way to treat your life long friend?”

Severus ignored him as he continued preparing for his class.

“My, my, Severus,” Lucius maintained the coolness in his voice, “you always have been a man of action and here you are ignoring me. I remember that time when you indeed were a man of action and we took those three Muggle women, or were they girls; I can never remember. There were so many.”

Severus flinched at his words and quickly turned on Lucius, grabbing him by the front of his robes, and pulling him within inches of his face, he hissed, “You are an insignificant speck of nothing that deserves to die!” Severus shoved him backwards, releasing him as Lucius staggered to maintain his balance.

“Severus,” Lucius\' voice was still calm “if I deserve to die, then you surely deserve to die right next to me.”

The choices Severus had made early in his life had caused his current isolated and desolate life, a life that Severus felt he deserved after cheating so many out of their own lives. As a favor to Albus, the only man who offered acceptance, his forgiveness, never judged him based on his previous activities, and who gave him a second chance, Severus continued to teach at Hogwarts. It was Severus’ opportunity to give back what he had taken. It was his chance to prepare these young witches and wizards for the harsh world that awaited them. Even though Voldemort was dead, it was only a matter of time before another wizard rose to replace him.

The day Albus announced to the staff that Lucius would be teaching at Hogwarts was the day his staff threatened to walk out on him. Explaining that the Ministry of Magic had given him no choice but to hire Lucius, Albus begged the staff to stand by his side, once more, and protect the students of Hogwarts. He needed their eyes and ears, knowing full well that Lucius had an ulterior motive for wanting to teach at Hogwarts.

Severus was extremely suspicious of Lucius’ every move, especially since Lucius had befriended Hermione Granger who was Muggle born. Associating with Muggle borns contradicted Lucius’ beliefs since he placed \'Mudbloods\' on the bottom of the evolutionary scale, right next to Muggles.

The amount of attention that Lucius was giving Hermione did not go unnoticed but even though Lucius was extremely arrogant, he was also very knowledgeable about the rules of the game. Lucius knew not to cross the lof tof teacher-studeelatelationships while in the presence of others.

“What the hell do you want Lucius?” growled Severus as he returned to his work.

“I just wanted to say how impressed I am with Hermione, I mean, Miss Granger.” Lucius purposely let it slip that he was on a first name basis with Hermione. “She is quite a talented young witch, Severus, and knowing that you always acknowledge talent, I am surprised that you have not taken her under your wing to train her yourself.” Lucius emphasized the word train, allowing Severus to understand what his intentions for Hermione were.

“Stay away from her!” Severus hissed as he turned to face Lucius again. Hermione had always been a thorn in his side because of her friendship with Potter and Weasley. Severus did not know why her relationship with the two boys bothered him so much, but he had allowed it to cause his cruel treatment of her.

“Now Severus,” Lucius smiled knowing full well that he had Severus’ attention, “I did not realize that you already had a claim on her.”

“These students are children Lucius. We do not claim them for our own personal pleasures,” Severus growled at Lucius.

“Personal pleasures? Severus, I was simply talking about being a mentor for Hermione’s academic needs,” Lucius smirked, “I had no idea you were involved with the students in that way.”

“Get out!” Severus hissed as he pointed to the door. Lucius calmly left with a look of satisfaction. He had indeed accomplished what he had set out to do.

Severus was infuriated by the conversation he had just had with us aus and the students sensed this as they filed into the classroom. Severus stormed to the front of the classroom, his eyes immediately finding Hermione, who was sitting in the back of the room, and glaring at her intently.

“Listen carefully you dunderheads! I am only going to say this once. We are brewing Cremare. Who can tell me the properties of Cremare?” Severus\' eyes scanned the classroom but found only one hand was raised, Hermione’s. He tried to ignore her; he eyed the front row of students who were Slytherins.

“Mister Malfoy?”

“I don’t know sir,” said Draco as he slid further into his seat. Hermione was waving her hand from the back row as Severus rolled his eyes.

“Fine, Little Miss Knt Alt All, tell us the properties of Cremare!” he hissed.

Hermione flinched at the name he called her, but she took a deep breath and began to speak, “Cremare is a salve that heals the skin from most burns due to potions. It heals burns that are equivalent to a Muggle’s chemical burn.”

“What did you say?” Snape was now gliding through the rows, making his way to her work area. Hermione knew she should not have mentioned Muggles in his classroom, but the words had come out before she could stop them.

“I said,” Hermione took a deep breath, “that Cremare heals burns that are equivalent to a Muggle’s chemical burn.”

“YOU STUPID LITTLE GIRL! WHY IN MERLIN’S NAME WOULD I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT MUGGLE’S CHEMICAL BURNS?” Severus was lashing out at Hermione for the words that he and Lucius had exchanged earlier.

Hermione cowed further into her seat as the other Gryffindors looked at her with pity and the Slytherins snickered, approving of Snape’s words. Hermione glanced at Harry and Ron, who would not look at her, and felt tears stng tng to well up in her eyes.

Realizing too late what he had done, Severus backed away and continued to lecture on how the potion was to be brewed. Glancing back at Hene, ne, he noticed that she still had tears and he cursed himself for the damage he had inflicted upon her. It was his job to protect the students and yet again, he had made her cry because of her association with someone he did not approve of.

While the students each began to brew their potions, Hermione whispered instructions to Neville, who consistently melted or blew up at least three cauldrons a week.

“Do not help Mister Longbottom, Miss Granger!” Snape had surprised Hermione by sneaking up behind her and she flinched at his harsh words. Snape walked away, observing the rest of the brewing cauldrons as Hermione tried to keep an eye on his whereabouts in the classroom and watch Neville at the same time. As Hermione was adding her final ingredients, she noticed that Neville, once again, was adding the ingredients out of order.

“No, Neville,” she whispered, “Add the crushed beetles first, then the crushed - ”

“MISS GRANGER! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU NOT TO HELP LONGBOTTOM! YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY BE THAT STUPID!” Snape had walked up behind Hermione without herwledwledge and was clearly irate about the whole situation. “FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!” he yelled. “NOW GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM GRANGER!”

Hermione could not believe what she had just heard and she grabbed her books and ran out of the classroom with tears rolling down her cheeks. She stumbled blindly down to the dungeons, not knowing where she was going, but knowing she needed to get somewhere far away.

As she turned the corner, she realized that Professor Malfoy was standing outside his classroom. Trying to wipe away her tears before she reached him, Hermione quickly raised a hand to her eyes.

“Hermione, dear, what’s happened?” asked Malfoy, knowing full well that he had planted the seed that caused Snape to lose his temper. Malfoy had been waiting for Hermione this entire time. She was too choked up to speak as Malfoy escorted her into his classroom and took her straight to his private rooms.

Malfoy escorted Hermione to his couch and sat next to her, holding her. Hermione was too upset and was in such desperate need for comfort and rstarstanding that she leaned into his body, welcoming his comforting arms as they wrapped around her.

After a few moments, Hermione regained her composure and sat up as Malfoy helped her wipe her tears away.

“I’m sorry Professor Malfoy. I did not mean to -”

“Shh, Hermione. Remember, I am the one who understands you.” Hermione smiled at his words. “What happened?” he asked.

“Professor Snape,” she began as her tears threatened to fall again, “he called me -” she could not finish.

“It’s okay Hermione. You don’t need to say it. I know he can be a bastard,” said Malfoy as he continued to hold her, comforting her.

After she calmed down a second time, Lucius cradled her face in his hands and looked into her big brown eyes. “Hermione,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to hers and gently kissed her. Before Hermione could react, Malfoy let go of her and stood up.

“Hermione, I - I am sorry! That should not have happened. Please forgive me,” his voice sounded scared.

Raising her hand to her lips, she was shocked, but not repulsed by the kiss. “It’s okay Professor Malfoy,” she said.

“Hermione, you are just so beautiful and intelligent that I was weak and I lost control.” Malfoy hung his head in shame. Hermione’s heart ached for this man who had not only comforted her, but also accepted her for who she was, and her arms reached for him. It was her turn to comfort him as she embraced Lucius.

Feeling her arms around him, he smiled and embraced her back. There was no awkwardness for Hermione in offering comfort to Malfoy because she knew that Narcissa, his wife, had left him when he had become an active follower of Voldemort again. Hermione felt that he probably needed to be comforted too.

After a moment or two, Malfoy sat back, looking at Hermione. “No body will ever appreciate you the way I do, Hermione.” She smile his his words. “You better go. It will be dinner time soon and I am sure you have plenty of homework, so I will seen you after dinner.” He sounded hopeful.

“Yes Professor Malfoy, I will be here.”

“Good,” he took her hand and kissed it, “until then and Hermione, please call me Lucius. I feel that our friendship is important enough to call me Lucius.” Hermione smiled and nodded before she left.


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Hermione continued to study in Lucius’ private rooms. They had become fast friends behind closed doors. When Hermione had to patrol the halls, Lucius always walked with her, making sure she did not run into Ron or Harry because he needed them to stay away from her if his plan was going to work.

As they spent more and more time together, Hermione was getting used to Lucius placing small kisses on her lips when he greeted her and told her good night. Hermione could not believe such a powerful wizard would ever be this attracted to her. Surely age made no difference in true love.

One night in October, Hermione was in Lucius’ rooms. She had just completed her homework and they were sitting on his couch together, talking.

“You are so beautiful, Hermione. You will never hear anybody else tell you that. Nobody else understands you except me, Hermione. Don’t ever forget that,” and Lucius raised his hands to her face, holding her while he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her hard, almost bruising her mouth as his tongue demanded entrance. Hermione knew he was right, that he was the only person in the whole worhat hat truly understood her, so she allowed him to kiss her as she tried to kiss back, but she was too inexperienced. This did not stop Lucius and his grip on her face tightened, pulling her closer to him.

He lowered one hand to her breast and began to roughly massage and knead it. Hermione pulled back in shock, not expecting him to touch her that way.

“Lucius, I - I don’t think that - ” she was trying to find the right words as she stood up and backed away from him.

Lucius stood up and faced her, “Hermione, you have nobody in your life except for me. You have no friends except for me.” He had never spoken to her with this harsh tone before. “I love you Hermione. I am the only one who is capable of loving you. Without me you are nothing.”

Hermione quickly made her way back to Lucius, “I am sorry Lucius. I did not know you felt that way about me.”

Ignoring her, he spoke again, “If you cannot return my feelings, then get out!” he hissed, turning his back to her.

Hermione heard his words and began to cry. She knew he was right. He was the only one who loved her. As she approached him, he pulled away from her, leaving her in the middle of the room.

“Please Lucius, I need you!” she cried, “You are right. I only have you.”

“You know what I want Hermione.”

“Yes, okay,” she said. Hermione had already lost her two best friends, along with the respect of most of the students at Hogwarts; she couldn’t lose Lucius too. Besides, she loved Lucius, didn\'t she? Surely sex was a natural extension of that love.

Lucius was still facing away from her, a sneer sneaking over his face as he heard her words. ‘Check,’ he thought as turned back around, rushing to her. He grabbed her by the front of her robes, pulled back his hand and slapped her hard on the face. Hermione would have collapsed onto the floor if he had not been holding her robes.

Hermione grabbed her face and looked at him with shocked eyes. “I *am* all you have, Hermione. Do not test my loyalties to you again, do you understand?” Hermione nodded. “Say it!” he hissed.

“Y-yes,” she said while she still rubbed her cheek. Lucius moved her hand from her cheek and began to place little kisses where he had slapped her.

“Hermione, please don’t make me hurt you. I love you so much,” he said in a sincere voice.

“I love you too, Lucius,” she whispered before he claimed her mouth in another bruising kiss. ‘Check mate,’ he thought to himself.

This time Hermione was a little more prepared for the kiss and the demands of his tongue. She opened her mouth wider, not wanting him to think she was rejecting him. His one hand found her breast as his other hand was snaking its way up her dress. Hermione was not ready for this, but she did not dare refuse him for fear of him hurting or leaving her.

Abruptly pulling back from her, he hissed, “Hermione, take off your knickers.” Hermione’s stomach turned and she hesitated. Lucius drew his hand back again and Hermione flinched as he launched it forward, but stopped short of hitting her.

“Please, Hermione, I beg of you. Don’t make me hurt you. I love you so much and I want to show you how much I love you,” his voice was gentle. Hermione swallowed and nodded as her hands found their way under her skirt and slid her knickers off. As they dropped to the floor, she stepped out of them and Lucius bent down to pick them up.

Raising them to his nose, he inhaled her musky odor and nodded with approval as he threw them on the couch. “Go lie down on my bed, Hermione.” Hermione did so without hesitation. She could not lose this man who loved her.

Lucius stood next to Hermione as she lay on her back still wearing her school uniform. The bulge in his pants was becoming uncomfortable, and he had to restrain himself from raping this Mudblood on the spot. Instead, he was going to ruin her life, just as she had ruined his.

During the war, Hermione had assisted Professor Flitwick with developing a powerful charm that weakened the spells cast by a wizard. In this case, when Voldemort had cast the Avada Kedavra against Snape, it had only weakened Snape for a minute before Snape returned the spell, killing Voldemort.

Hermione’s talents had also overshadowed his own son’s talents and Lucius was about to make sure she could not use her talents again. The best way to do this was to take away her reasoning abilities, brainwashing her to believe that he, an ex-Death Eater, was the only man who would ever love her.

“Spread your legs, Hermione.” She slightly bent her knees as she spread her legs apart, forcing her skirt to ride up on her thighs.

“Perfect,” he whispered and Hermione gave him a small smile. “Hermione, I am not going to hurt you; I am going to show you the pleasures that only I can give you.”

Without wasting any time, Lucius placed his hand on her mound and began to massage it as Hermione’s eyes widened. ‘Relax,’ she told herself and she closed her eyes, calming herself as he continued to touch her, his fingers opening her folds and entering.

“Open your eyes Hermione. I want you to look at me. I want you to know that I am the one who is pleasuring you.” Hermione opened her eyes and looked into the gray eyes that bore into her.

As his fingers began to explore her, he said, “You are only slightly wet my dear; but do not worry, I will take care of that.” Finding her clitoris, he began to rub with his thumb as his fingers continued to explore and thrust in her.

Hermione’s body had resisted his touches until his thumb found her nub, and she gasped at the heat that developed between her legs.

Allowing his fingers to explore her, he felt her wetness increasing and she could hear her juices slurping around his fingers as he began thrusting faster. Her hips were beginning to rock as his thumb increased its movement on her nub. Hermione was beginning to moan and whimper as she continued to look at Lucius who was still staring at her intently.

Her moans turned to cries as he felt her walls beginning to spasm around his fingers and he quickly pulled his hand from her mound.

Hermione whimpered in protest, “Please, Lucius! Do not stop.”

“I am afraid I have to my dear. You see, if you had not shown me any resistance earlier, I would continue pleasuring you, but I need to stop tonight as part of the punishment for your resistance.” Lucius smiled at Hermione who was clearly embarrassed by her partially naked body on the bed.

Lucius took her hand and helped her off of the bed, “Remember Hermione, I love you and that is all that matters,” and he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Now, it is time for you to go. I will see you tomorrow.” He led her to the door and Hermione left without her books or her knickers.

Hermione was confused by what had just happened, but she told herself that Lucius loved her and that was all that mattered.