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Interrogation	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 8086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thanks to Mamacita for her beta skills as ever.
Voracious Reader — You know I’m a sucker for Lucius/Hermione romance and a bit of sex here and there too, so please don’t expect anything too deep from my story. Although funnily enough, I have been working intermittently on a story about Stockholm Syndrome, although whether it will ever see the light of day is debatable.
meankitty69, apkblack and Heidi191976 — Thank you for leaving a comment, I really appreciate it.
Sampdoria — I’m sure Hermione knows what she’s doing ;)
Lilashannah — Kindness. That’s an interesting thought . . . .
So here’s the next chapter, I hope you enjoy it. Dx

Lucius had been in the room for four days now and wanted to stretch his legs, but of course, he wasn’t allowed out. Also, he was bored stiff. There was nothing of interest in the room; so far Hermione’s visits had been limited to mealtimes, and even then she had kept well away from him, especially now that he was eating properly and his strength was coming back.
The door opened and he sat up looking at the opening and the woman who entered.
‘I’ve brought you a couple of newspapers to read,’ Hermione told him as she placed the tray on the table. He was now strong enough to eat there rather than in bed. ‘It’ll give you an idea of what’s going on in the outside world, although I wouldn’t take the Quibbler too seriously. I only still get it to be kind to Luna’s father, although it’s always good for a laugh.’
Lucius thanked her gratefully and put the papers to one side, glancing at the headline on the Daily Prophet as he took a bite of the sandwich she had brought him.
He stopped chewing and opened the paper up, reading the lead article. He swallowed, then, ‘Order of Merlin First Class for Severus Snape? What the fuck did he get that for? The bastard’s a Death Eater, whatever you all think. I just can’t believe how you all fall for his bullshit!’
Hermione looked sad for a moment and shook her head.
‘No. He really wasn’t. He might have been a Death Eater when he was younger, but when Voldemort killed Lily Potter he became a spy for the Order of the Phoenix.’
Lucius looked at her in amazement.
‘When Voldemort came back Snape continued to be a spy for us and died trying to help Harry. He really was a hero . . . although, of course, I’m sure you wouldn’t think so.’
She seemed upset. Lucius wondered what her feelings had been for the snarky Potions Master.
‘I have to go out for a while,’ she told him, seeming to recover. ‘When I get back we’ll begin the questioning.’
She rose and headed for the door, not bothering to look back at the man who sat eating at the table. He returned to reading the paper, wondering how he had never realised that one of his best friends had been a traitor for all those years.

When Hermione returned that evening she was dressed far less formally than usual. Instead of the smart suit she had been wearing on every other occasion, she was wearing jeans and a camisole top. She smelt wonderful and her hair, usually trapped in a fierce bun, had been freed to run wild down her back in cascading curls.
Lucius felt a small throb in his trouser region. It had been a long time since anything had occurred down there, his imprisoned state not being conducive to arousal, but the sight of Hermione this evening was definitely causing something to happen now.
Her skin looked creamy against the dark brown of the camisole she wore. He looked closer, trying to see if he could discern the hint of a nipple against the stretchy fabric. As she leant over to place his tray on the table he was almost close enough to touch her breast and had to force himself not to do so.
‘I thought you might like a glass of wine,’ she told him. She opened her bag and produced a bottle and two glasses. ‘Nothing expensive like you’re used to, I’m afraid, but it is drinkable.’
She unscrewed the cap of the bottle, causing Lucius to wrinkle his nose in disgust, and poured them both a glass. She noticed his look.
‘I can get you some pumpkin juice instead,’ she told him archly.
He shook his head and reached for the glass. ‘This will be fine, I’m sure.’
He took a mouthful and was surprised to find that the quality was far better than he had anticipated.
‘It’s good!’ He took another sip, then started on his meal.
‘Don’t you want anything to eat?’ he asked.
Hermione shook her head. ‘I ate earlier.’
She sat and watched him as he slowly forked the food into his mouth. ‘Do you want me to leave you alone while you eat?’
Lucius shook his head. ‘No. I enjoy your company, as brief as it is. I’m happy for you to stay.’
Hermione smiled and took another sip of her wine, leaning back in her chair to relax.
‘You’re not dressed for work,’ Lucius commented after he had finished his food and they sat sharing the rest of the bottle of wine.
‘No. You don’t mind, I hope? It’s my evening off, so I get to dress however I want.’
Lucius raised his eyebrows. ‘Evening off? So what are you doing spending it here with me? Surely you’d rather be with your boyfriend or something, wouldn’t you?’
Hermione laughed. ‘No boyfriend at the moment. We’ve all been a bit busy with clearing up after the war. Anyway, I’d rather get to know you better. I mean, you have to start talking to me soon, Mr Malfoy.’
Lucius shrugged. ‘I don’t know what it is you expect me to tell you, Miss Granger.’
‘Oh, I’m going to want to know everything. All the stuff you did as a Death Eater, from last time and this — you know, all the bad bits, the bits you don’t want to think about . . . the horrible stuff.’
‘What if I don’t want to tell you?’
Hermione smiled. ‘You will tell me eventually, Mr Malfoy. I promise you that.’ She picked up the bottle and refilled his glass, pouring the last of the wine into her own.
‘Is there any chance I can get out and go for a walk or something?’ Lucius asked.
Hermione looked sad. ‘No. I’m sorry. This is the only room that’s secure. I couldn’t trust you anywhere else. But maybe once you’ve told me everything . . . .’ She looked at him for a moment and then added, ‘I can bring you a book if you’d like one. Just tell me which one.’
He thought for a moment. ‘The Count of Monte Cristo.’
Hermione looked surprised. ‘Muggle literature? I would never have imagined you reading anything like that.’
Lucius laughed. ‘The one thing Muggles do so much better than wizards,’ he admitted. ‘I’ve been reading their books secretly since I was a child.’
‘The Count it is, then,’ said Hermione, getting to her feet. ‘And now I have to go. I’ll see you in the morning.’
Lucius stood too, and watched as she bent to pick up the tray and empty bottle, once again catching a whiff of her perfume. She smelt so good, and for a moment he had the urge to grab her and pull her to him, but once again he managed to restrain himself.
‘You could stay, you know.’ His voice was a lush drawl and he winked at her as she raised her head to look at him.
Hermione laughed delightedly. ‘I see you’re recovering well, Mr Malfoy.’
Lucius scowled. ‘Stop calling me bloody Mr Malfoy, will you? My name’s Lucius; call me Lucius.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘You’re Mr Malfoy to me,’ she said quietly and, smiling, headed for the door.

Lucius spent a restless night tossing and turning, dreams of Hermione running through his head. He wasn’t sure if the cause was her casual dress or her admitting that she wasn’t in a relationship, but for the first time in many months his dreams were lurid, bordering on pornographic. He awoke in the morning with a raging hard-on and was just debating a trip to the bathroom to sort it when the door opened and the woman of his dreams appeared.
Once again she was dressed in her work clothes with her hair tied away in a tight bun, but today she looked different, somehow more sensual. Her blouse was unbuttoned more than usual, giving a welcome but somewhat annoying peek at her cleavage, and the skirt seemed tighter and shorter and was set off by seamed stockings.
His cock twitched and he groaned. No time to do anything now; he couldn’t even get up, as he was naked under the sheet. For a second he wondered what Hermione would do if he stood naked in front of her with his massive erection, but then he realised, somewhat disconsolately, that she would probably hex him.
‘Are you okay?’ Hermione asked worriedly, having heard Lucius’ groan. Normally he was up and dressed by now. ‘Are you ill?’
She moved towards the bed after dropping the tray on the table and sat down next to him. Lucius lay as still as possible in the hope Hermione wouldn’t spot his erection, although it was clearly making a tent in the sheets.
‘Overslept,’ he said quietly. ‘Perhaps you should leave me to get dressed, come back in half an hour?’
Hermione smiled. ‘We really need to start talking today, Lucius,’ she said quietly, and her hand rubbed across the top of the tented area of the sheet.
She knew he was erect.
Lucius gasped. The mixture of her touch and her use of his first name was highly erotic and he had to stifle a moan. However, the next moment he couldn’t help it as her hand caressed his cock again through the sheet.
‘Do you think you’re ready to talk to me?’ Her voice was more seductive than he had ever heard it.
Hermione looked at him carefully, licking her lips before gently biting on her index finger. Her other hand was still absent-mindedly brushing the sheet.
‘Uh-huh,’ Lucius managed with a nod, his eyes locked on her mouth as his cock twitched under the sheet.
‘Good. I’ll let you get dressed and have your breakfast and then we can talk.’ Her voice was seductively low.
She squeezed.
Lucius gave a moan as her fingers caught the head of his cock and squeezed gently. Then the pressure was gone. It was too much for the aroused man.
‘Touch me,’ he begged, and he scrabbled at the sheet, pulling it down to reveal his huge erection which bobbed wildly as it rose from the bush of white-blond hair at his crotch.
Hermione looked at him for a moment and then reached out to grasp the hard length, causing Lucius to gasp loudly.
‘I really want you to talk to me, Lucius,’ she whispered as she squeezed his cock, drawing another low moan from him. ‘It would make me happy,’ she continued, ‘and then you’d be happy too.’
She bent and kissed the head of his cock, the tip of her tongue licking quickly and gently around it, then she released him and stood up.
‘Talk to me,’ she said again and she walked to the door, leaving without looking back.
Lucius’ brain was spinning as he struggled to get showered and dressed before eating his breakfast. Hermione’s actions had definitely been deliberate, and surely the hint she had given him was that if he talked to her she would give him more pleasure in the form of her succulent mouth.
He mentally praised whoever it was who had assigned Hermione to interrogate him. They clearly knew what they were doing. Gods, if she would just let him fuck her he would tell her everything she wanted to know. He would talk until his voice disappeared, just for that chance.
But right now he was feeling frustrated. Even hornier than he had been before Hermione had touched him, he had quickly relieved himself, unable to enjoy it because of his desire for his captor. He wanted it to be her touching him, her bringing him to climax, but once again she had left him alone.

Hermione didn’t come back until late in the evening. She brought with her a tray containing a large amount of food, and her handbag. She was still dressed in her work clothes, but once again they had been subtly adjusted to reveal more flesh than during her official work hours.
She smiled as she put the tray down and opened her handbag to pull out a stack of parchment and a quill. Then she retrieved another bottle of wine.
‘I’m sure you must be ready to talk to me by now, Lucius,’ she said quietly as she opened the bottle and passed him a glass of the wine.
Lucius looked at her but didn’t say anything as he continued eating. She watched him until he had finished his food, then leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her drink.
‘Shall we begin with how you became a Death Eater in the first place?’
Lucius looked at her appraisingly. ‘And what are you going to do if I tell you these things?’
Hermione smiled. ‘Did I not make myself clear this morning?’ she asked, biting at her bottom lip nervously as she finished talking.
Lucius shook his head. ‘I don’t believe that. I can’t believe you’ve been told to interrogate me that way, and even if you had I don’t believe you’d do it.’
Hermione took another sip of her drink and shrugged. ‘I was told to interrogate you the best way I could; I have completely free rein. I’m not stupid, Lucius. I know what makes you tick and I know how to get you to talk to me.’
‘So say I do talk to you; say I do tell you about my past, the things you want to know — you’re going to repay me with a blowjob, are you?’
Hermione looked at him, her face set. ‘If that’s what it requires. Although I was hoping you’d decide to talk of your own free will. After all, you’re not going to get out of this unless you convince the court you’re innocent, and to do that you need to talk to me.’
‘Maybe I’m not innocent,’ Lucius replied, looking at Hermione levelly. ‘Maybe nothing I say will free me. Had you ever thought of that?’
Hermione looked surprised. She had assumed Lucius would jump at the chance to give his side of the story, whether truth or not. After all, hadn’t he told the previous inquiry he had been Imperioed? She realised she had gone too far this morning with her treatment of him, but she hadn’t been able to resist. After all those years of him being the dominant one and treating her so shabbily could she be blamed for having had a little fun of her own now that she was in the dominant position? And to be honest, the size of his cock had come as something of a surprise.
Of course, she had been given the job as she had agreed that she would be willing to provide sexual relief to the man if it was required to get his confession, but that was supposed to have been a secret, something provided as a last resort, not a given, and she had never really expected to have to do it knowing Lucius Malfoy's prejudice against Muggles and Muggleborns. Yet now that it came to it she wasn’t anywhere near as confident as she had been when it had just been a plan. Now Lucius clearly had no intention of telling her anything unless she gave him something in return, and her own stupidity this morning had given him the tool. She took a deep breath.
‘So talk. Tell me about your early years and I’ll give you what you want.’ She tried to sound happy but wasn’t sure she had succeeded. Inside she was cringing at the thought of what she was going to have to do. She just hoped her work colleagues would appreciate it, although of course, she would never tell any of them exactly what she’d had to do to get his confession.
Lucius looked at Hermione, smiling widely. This confession really was important to her, and if he played it right he could get everything he wanted in exchange for information he would probably have to provide at some point anyway. He reached out and took her hand, stroking it gently.
‘Do you need to write?’ he asked.
Hermione shook her head slowly. ‘No, I have a self-writing quill. You just need to speak and it will do the rest.’ She took another larger sip of her wine.
‘Then I suggest we move to the bed,’ Lucius replied smoothly. ‘We can talk just as well there as anywhere else.’
He stood, not letting go of Hermione’s hand. Reluctantly, she, too, stood and followed him to the bed. She sat down beside him, more aware than ever of what was expected of her.
‘So you want to know when I first became a Death Eater? It started when I was seventeen. My father had introduced me to a number of influential people who were friends of the Dark Lord . . . .’
Hermione listened to his confession, interested in spite of herself. Was Lucius really going to tell her the truth or would he still lie to save himself? She started as she realised he had moved her hand over his trousers and was pushing it down on his erection; he clearly expected her to play with him while he talked.
She finally gave in. She knew she couldn’t refuse him so she slowly undid his trousers as he continued to make his confession. He paused in his monologue for a moment as her mouth found his hard length, but his confession was over before she finished and his cries of pleasure as he emptied himself into her mouth came long after the quill had finished writing.
As Hermione gathered her equipment and prepared to leave, Lucius was already considering the future. As far as he could see it looked very good for him, very good indeed.

The following day Hermione was very quiet when she brought in his breakfast. She was dressed as usual in her work clothes but today she was disappointingly buttoned up like an old maid; clearly what she’d had to do the night before had upset her. She put the tray on the table and started to leave without saying anything to Lucius, but he gripped her arm, stopping her from going.
‘Not talking to me this morning, Hermione?’ His voice was a lush drawl that held just a hint of a smirk.
Hermione flushed but didn’t say anything. She looked uncomfortable in his grasp.
‘Do you want me to continue with my confession?’ Lucius asked smoothly. ‘I’m sure we can come to some arrangement after your excellent performance last night.’ He smiled lewdly.
This was too much for Hermione. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes and tried to pull out of his grasp, needing to get out before she lost control completely. When she had agreed to the assignment she hadn’t realised how hard she was going to find it; after all, she hadn’t really thought through the implications of what sexual favours would actually mean.
‘Don’t tell me it was that bad, Hermione,’ Lucius crooned. ‘I thought you were very good; you certainly gave me lots of pleasure.’ He held more tightly to the squirming woman.
Hermione cringed.
‘It really was very good, but I think we could go a bit further, don’t you?’ Lucius asked, pulling Hermione into his arms. ‘I was thinking that if I confessed everything to you, we could make love,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘I really want to make you come, Hermione.’
Hermione froze in his arms. Surely this couldn’t be happening. His hands were running over her body now, but although his lips were on her neck she wasn’t sure his exploration was purely sexual. He seemed to be searching for something.
She pulled away and looked at him. ‘I don’t have my wand on me, Mr Malfoy. So you’re not going to be able to take it off me.’
Lucius merely smiled and pulled her towards him once more.
‘Nor will you be able to use me as a hostage,’ she informed him. ‘Under no circumstances will anyone let you go to save me.’
Lucius smiled again, his lips by her ear once more. ‘Are we all alone, then? And why are you suddenly calling me Mr Malfoy again? I much prefer you calling me Lucius . . . I’d especially enjoy that when you come for me.’
Hermione didn’t reply. Lucius’ hand moved to caress her breasts, his mouth suddenly taking hers in a deep kiss.
No wand meant she couldn’t hex him if he touched her, and he was sure she wouldn’t have gone down on him the way she had if there were others around watching her every move. Her reaction this morning showed that. That gave him the perfect opportunity to convince her to give him exactly what he wanted — and he wanted a lot after spending the night dreaming of Hermione as his lover.
‘I want you so much, Hermione,’ he whispered again, his hands undoing the buttons of her blouse. ‘Let me make love to you and I’ll tell you anything you want.’
‘Are you going to tell me the truth?’ Hermione managed. Against all odds, Lucius Malfoy was provoking a reaction in her, something she definitely hadn’t expected.
‘Do you want to hear the truth?’ Lucius asked interestedly. ‘Do you really, Hermione?’ His hand ran down her spine, causing a thrill to run through her.
‘Yes!’ she cried out. ‘Yes, I want the truth.’
‘I’m not sure you can handle the truth,’ Lucius whispered in her ear, ‘but I’ll give you a truth, the truth I want you to know.’
His mouth found hers again, hard and questing, his tongue forcing itself into her mouth as he pulled her to him. His hands were loosening her hair, pulling it from the constricting bun. Hermione melted into his arms. However evil Lucius Malfoy might be, his sexual attractiveness wasn’t diminished in the slightest. Catching herself, she pulled away, trying to calm herself down.
‘Talk first,’ she said, a flush of colour rising up her face as she moved out of Lucius’ reach.
With those words, she had agreed to his proposal. He smiled and shrugged as he sat on the bed looking at Hermione.
‘Are you going to come and sit with me?’ he asked seductively.
‘No. You can talk first. You’ve got a lot to tell me if you really want to make love.’
Hermione couldn’t believe she had resigned herself to this so easily, especially knowing Lucius was going to lie through his teeth.
‘Perhaps we can split it into sections,’ Lucius suggested. ‘You can’t expect me to talk all day without touching you at all.’
Hermione’s eyebrows rose in amusement. ‘Can’t I?’
‘No. I won’t do it. You know about my activities from the first war. Next, I’ll tell you about my activities in the intervening years before the Dark Lord came back. Once I’ve finished I expect you to join me on the bed for a while before I continue.’
‘I don’t think you’re in a position to negotiate,’ Hermione said, trying to sound cold.
Lucius laughed as he sat down at the table and began to eat his breakfast. ‘You’re the one who so desperately wants my confession, Hermione. What are you willing to do to get it?’
Hermione blushed again but didn’t say anything.
‘So we have a deal?’ Lucius asked the seductive drawl back again. He looked pointedly at Hermione.
Hermione nodded slowly, not looking at Lucius.
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