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In My Waking Dreams	By : bloomsburry Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 16968 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Her Descent into Insanity
- 2-Her Angel in the Dark
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: Hello everyone! Sorry for the long update! I have gotten busy with updating my other stories that it was hard for me to update this. Other than that, I'm using British English in writing this story so you might notice the difference in spelling, like for example: Colour, Honour, Defence, Favourite, Dishevelled, Centre, Flavour in British English is spelled as Color, Honor, Defense, Favorite, Disheveled, Center, Flavor respectively in American English. However, if you notice other spelling mistakes, please don't hesitate to inform me. While I will also have to admit that I'm very weak when it comes to tenses. You might notice a lot of mistakes in that area.
"In My Waking Dreams"
Summary: Ron, Harry, Luna and the others were saved by Dobby from the Dungeons of Malfoy Manor. All of them escape, except one.. Hermione Granger. After weeks of being constantly tortured, Hermione's mind finally broke, and her descent to madness was inevitable. That's when a friend came to visit her every night, but who she thought was a friend was actually Lucius Malfoy.
MUST KNOW
*words written in:
Italic - internal monologue
Bold - magical spells/ charms / curses

Previously on In My Waking Dreams….
He turned to her one final time as he carefully opened the dungeon. His eyes taking in a serious glint at his next revelation.
"And I have to say this...I always came here the first few days because I find your voice soothing and your adventure stories enlightening... That was the other reasons why I sought you out, even if such action is just utterly pathetic even for me."
The man swung the door opened and left, but not before he murmured.
"The next time, however… our roles will be reverse."
As the sound of footsteps faded...
In the pitch-black darkness, the girl-with-no-name grinned eerily.

May 2008

Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire

England, Great Britain
One week later….
"Have you ever felt like you are a prisoner in your own house, girl?" Lucius asked as he swung the opened firewhiskey into his mouth, gulping its contents, where the liquid burned a fiery trail down his throat. His adams apple bobbing as he swallowed, where afterwards he could feel the liquor became a churning heat inside his stomach.
Once he had gulped enough, Lucius lowered the decanter to his side before saying, "Because I have….You see, mudblood, I'm actually a prisoner inside my own house. My entire family is a complete failure in the eyes of the Dark Lord... So now…now, I'm reduced to drinking and talking to you like some kind of person who needs special counselling… Pathetic, isn't it?!"
Another gulped.
"Too bad the time-turners in the Department of Mysteries have all been destroyed during the battle there, or I might have make use of it like you did in you third year….I might even save my entire family and myself from going down this path…"
There was no response from the other person in the room because the girl Lucius had been talking to was merely staring at nothing in particular, completely oblivious to his presence.
But Lucius Malfoy did not mind. In fact, he preferred the girl without her sanity. It was one of the reason he had been frequently visiting her just to have this one-sided talk – to talk some things out that he was afraid to confide in his wife.
Although there were certain instances when the girl would notice him there, and would stare at him while he told her anything and everything that came to his mind. But most of the time, the girl would be locked in her own little world, and completely ignoring him.
However, Lucius would still come to her to complain, grouch and bemoan the state of affairs he and his family had went through. Talking to her felt like somewhat therapeutic, which help lift the heavy feeling rooted in his heart.
"Now, my family and I are like prisoners in our home." Lucius added drunkenly as he took another swig from his drink, blinking owlishly at the girl sitting on the floor.
Lucius was somewhat pleased to see that the girl was no longer covered in blood, and smelled of something rotten every time he came down there. It was thanks to the house elf Winky, who would clean her an hour before midnight, just prior to his regular visits.
"My wife is still very displeased with me for including Draco with my Death Eaters business." He divulged to the girl, leaning against the wall behind him as if he could no longer support his weight.
Lucius's mind was getting a bit muddled and he was having double vision. His back hit the wall, where it gave him the stability that he sorely needed in that instance.
Good thing the dungeon was now in the best condition. Unlike before, there was no rotting corpses or blood stains splattered on the wall and across the floor after Winky the house elf had followed Lucius per orders to tidy the place up frequently. Hence, he had no problem brushing his expensive night clothes against the wall behind him.
"Did you know that my wife and I hadn't been intimate for nearly a year?" Lucius said all of a sudden, taking a long gulped from his liquor afterwards.
"That's how angry she is at me, but in the presence of other people, she acts like she normally does…. Her blood is as pure as mine, and we purebloods prefer our marital disputes conducted behind closed doors…I have tried reconciling with my wife but she seems to be enjoying the sight of me suffering, and blaming me through her eyes that this was my fault in the first place. And tonight-tonight…Well, my wife didn't want me near her... I tried to initiate some form of intimacy with her but she rebuked my advances – she told me that I might be better off getting drunk than the chance of bedding her…And so here I am."
There was another pause which was punctuated by a gulping sounds as Lucius drunk the last drops of his firewhiskey. Once he had emptied most of it into his ravenous mouth, he slowly straightened up, only to lurk from side to side as he lost his ability to stand up properly. He slumped back once more to regain his balance.
"Here I am mudblood…pathetically talking to you." He murmured morosely, his blood-shot eyes drooping to hide his stormy-grey eyes. His long silver-blonde lashes a stark contrast against the reddish hues that rimmed his lids. A clear indication that he hadn't been sleeping well.
"I always wonder what you might have said to me about this situation when you were still sane…."
Silence.
A sigh after.
"Time for me to - to go …before I end up sle - sleeping in this.. horrid place." Lucius said groggily. He carefully stood up, trying to make some sense from what was up and down, and left and right. He half-stumbled and half-walked towards the door. His shoes scoffing noisily against the cold, stone floor. His head becoming muddled as he reached the door, almost hitting his head against the door frame.
"'Til next…mud..blood." He said, his words slurring as he finally opened the door and left.
...
For the next days, Lucius came down in the dungeon often. Depressed and always deep in his cups. But the girl was always the same.
Bellatrix had lost interest in torturing the girl after she had stopped responding to almost anything. Not even the pain from the cruciatus curse.
"Mudblood…someday, I will restore my family's good name once more…" He vowed to her the next night. Prior to that, Lucius had spent his time telling the girl about the inner workings of the pureblood society. He also admitted to her that most of his pureblood peers were laughing at him behind his back, but they were too dignified to do it directly in front of him and his family.
"And someday, mudblood, those of the other pureblood houses will fear the Malfoy name by the time the Dark Lord win this war...I will make them pay for it."
...
Another day pass by…
"My son, Draco, is suffering as I am... He is now afraid what the Dark Lord will do to us once he comes back…And to be honest, I don't want him to come back as well…Don't you, mudblood?"
...
"Narcissa had made it plenty clear to me that I'm not welcome in her bed…Such a stubborn wife I have. Now, my sister-in-law would probably discover the truth that my wife and I haven't been in good terms since last year. There's no point in pretending to live in marital bliss, when I'm sleeping in a different bed chamber. For certain, most of my fellow Death Eaters will hear of this soon - another gossip that Bellatrix would have the pleasure of divulging to everyone I'm sure."
...
"I see that my sister-in-law have completely left you alone. Then, there's no need for Winky to check you for injuries. I've been informed by the house elf that most of your scars are cleaned and healing quite nicely. Although I'm afraid some of those scars would remain unhealed… since Bellatrix had made sure of that… But, be fortunate that you are still alive, mudblood."
...
"Mudblood, can you understand me?" Lucius asked one night, when he noticed that there was something in the mudblood's eyes that look to be a glitter of awareness.
"Did you understand what I just said?" He repeated as he stood inside the shadows of the dark dungeon, regarding the girl on the floor, who was looking at him. Her eyes meeting his silver-grey orbs directly.
The girl did not answer. Instead she cocked her head to the side like a curious little child. Her caramel eyes wide and attentive.
Lucius examined the girl a few short seconds before stepping forward. He extended his hand towards her, trying to see what she will do with it.
Another shift of her head. The girl looked at him and then at his extended hand. Curious and confused.
The girl did not do anything but observed him and his hand in silence.
Lucius could only sigh in exasperation at her lack of response. For some reason, he felt a slight tinged of disappointment when he realize that the girl was still mentally broken to comprehend anything.
There was also a pang of pity when he had looked at her in that moment. An emotion that surprised even him.
The girl was still but a child. The same age as his own son, and she would have become someone of note in the future if certain circumstances hadn't led her there, imprisoned in his own manor.
She would have had such a great future ahead of her, if not for the fact that her intelligent mind had been irrevocably shattered.
...
One week later…
"Hello, my pet." Lucius greeted her. He had been calling her that name when the girl had started responding to him somewhat, like an eager child just learning how to talk. She had even made a name for him.
She called him an 'Angel' the first time she talked.
"Angel," the girl responded jubilantly. Her eyes alight when she saw him enter. "Angel!"
That was all the girl could say. One word, which Lucius presumed she had remembered from her years as a toddler.
But Lucius was trying to teach her new words. And for some unfathomable reason, this new task that he had set for himself had somehow kept him occupied, which in turn prevented him from drinking and wallowing in his depression during the night.
Because seeing the girl's eyes sparkle with excitement and curiosity, always made Lucius feel oddly light-hearted, no matter how much he tried to quash those kinds of emotions she had elicited from him. Her child-like wonder reminded him of his son, Draco, when he had been a toddler; and somehow his cold, stony heart had slightly softened towards her.
It might be disturbing to other purebloods if they find out that Lucius was treating the mudblood as one of his own. But this was his little secret. Lucius had made sure that no one knows he had been visiting the mudblood with the help of the house elf, Winky, who seemed to have taken a pity on the girl, and had even started mothering her.
So when the girl had spoken her first word, Lucius had been a bit surprise and puzzled by it. He was surprised that the mudblood was able to form one coherent word, and puzzled about what it meant. After doing some research, Lucius finally found out that the girl had named him after some winged creature - from what he gathered - as a follower of what the muggles called God, who ruled over the good.
This fact amused Lucius greatly because he was no Angel. Although he might looked like one with his long, platinum-blonde hair, his silver-grey eyes and his ethereal looks.
But despite of his looks, he was not one of those supernatural beings of the light.
In fact, he was exactly what the muggles called the Devil.
"Angel," The girl all but purred like a cat, when Lucius ran his hand through her curls - her chestnut curls that were properly maintained by Winky, so it seemed.
Fortunately, Bellatrix hadn't been paying attention to the mudblood to have notice the change in the girl's appearance. The girl now looked healthier compared to three weeks ago.
"What do you want to learn now, my pet?" He inquired, though he knew she couldn't understand him that much, but still he asked. The girl merely nuzzled her face against his open palm in response, and Lucius couldn't resist cupping her smooth cheek, where he subsequently rub his thumb over her cheek bone in a light, feathery caress.
The girl gave him a smile and said "Angel."
And for the life of him, that smile was his undoing. Her smile was another reason Lucius had trouble keeping his hands to himself, when every time he did touch her, she always gave him that warm, heart-melting smile as if his touch alone was the only happy thing she had in that dark, desolate hellhole in which she lived.
"Perhaps I'll teach you something new, my pet."
...
Another week later…
Lucius had snuck the girl into his chamber with the help of Winky, and after she had been cleaned and given food, Lucius had started giving her lessons.
"One," the girl said as she bent down Lucius thumb towards his palm. She was holding his large hand between her feminine hands as she used his fingers whilst trying to remember how to count.
"Two," she said as she did the same thing with his index finger.
"Three," then his middle finger.
"Four," she bent his ring finger, where his wedding ring was.
"Five," The girl finished by bending his pinky, where the girl now held his closed hand.
The girl then turned her eyes towards him`. Her caramel eyes questioning.
Lucius smiled in assurance at her.
"Good," He said, somewhat proud of his accomplishment for making the mudblood relearn her numbers. "You did well."
The girl in turn beamed as if she understood him, where she then leaned her face towards him, expecting a pat in the head or a caress in the cheek that Lucius had been giving her lately as some kind of reward. She was like a human pet to him.
Her action always didn't fail to amuse Lucius, so he obliged and gave her a pat in the head, followed by a soft caress in the cheek, where she tried to press her face closer to his palm.
Lucius could only chuckle at her antics.
"Now, now, mudblood, don't be too greedy. I still have other things to teach you. I can't spend my time petting you for the rest of the evening."
However, once Lucius tried to take his hand away from her face, the girl just caught his hand between hers and trapped it there. Her face nuzzling against his palm stubbornly.
Lucius Malfoy, the Head Patriarch of the Malfoy House, could only sigh in defeat. His heart softening as he looked at the girl sitting in front of him. The girl's expression had taken in a look of contentment as she rubbed the soft skin of her cheeks against his palm. Lucius was glad that Bellatrix hadn't scarred the mudblood in the face because he rather like the creamy smoothness of her skin.
He understood the reason behind her odd behaviour. The mudblood had been constantly subjected through excruciating pain for the past months that the only thing she knew about was pain - pain and suffering - while the rest of the emotions she did feel was simply alien to her.
So, when the first time Lucius had patted her in the head, the girl had immediately latched onto him like a lost kitten, and insanely needy for some form of kindness. To which Lucius had been reluctant at first to provide her, but after a while, he had somewhat gotten used to dispensing a little pat in the head, or a simple brush of his fingers against her cheeks.
…
Much later…
"What am I going to do with you?" Lucius wondered as he laid the mudblood on the cold dungeon floor.
The girl had fallen asleep on him a few hours ago, and Lucius had been hesitant at first to wake her. In the end, he had to return her back to dungeon or someone might noticed her absence there. Thankfully, he had Winky watched out for them to prevent such incident from happening…
"What did you do to me, mudblood, to make me act this way?"
...
Two weeks later…
Lucius didn't know how long he had started feeling overprotective over the mudblood…He didn't know where it began because by the time he realized this, it was already too late to quell the emotions he felt.
It must be the day she had shown her vulnerability to him, where Lucius had felt a sense of protectiveness towards her - a twisted sense of protectiveness a captor might felt towards a prisoner.
During that time when Lucius had revealed every bit of weakness he had to her, he hadn't known that he was also leaking out bits and pieces of himself away. Even if it was unseemly for him to do so - to feel those kinds of emotion from someone of his station and pureblood upbringing - and towards a mudblood no less.
But after months of feeling depressed, and constantly hungry for affection, which his wife failed to give him, Lucius must had unknowingly sought this attention to the closest thing to him there - towards the person who had seen him in such a vulnerable state, and knew of his innermost and darkest secrets.
To someone who had also been there to witness his fall since the very beginning.
The mudblood, whom he should, and would have despise, if their circumstances hadn't changed at all.
However, Lucius knew her as she knew him, even when she hadn't had the presence of mind to remember everything that was said. She might be insane, but Lucius was sane enough to remember for the both of them. And this must had been the reason why he had started to feel the overwhelming protectiveness towards the mudblood.
Now, Lucius couldn't stop the feeling of worry when he heard the latest news about a break-in at Gringotts. He was worried what the Dark Lord might do to the mudblood once he found out that the Horcrux had been taken from Bellatrix vault.
...
Later that night…
"Pet, I have both good and bad news for you." Lucius began as he stormed into the dungeon unceremoniously. Every sinew in his body was tensed and vibrated with worry as he halted in front of the girl, who immediately stood up at the sight of him.
"Angel!" She cried out happily before she launched herself at him.
Lucius nose crinkled in disgust as the smell of her hit him. Winky hadn't cleaned her yet since it was still dinner time, but he had been ordered by the Dark Lord to prepare the mudblood later for what he feared was her execution.
A twinge of worry shot through his heart at the thought of it.
Lucius carefully detached himself from her. He stared down at the girl, who barely reached pass his shoulder. The girl was really short in stature that she had to arch her neck back to peer up at him. Her warm pair of caramel eyes met his stormy-grey orbs. The happy glint on her eyes nearly made him want to hesitate.
"It must be done." He thought with determination before saying in a serious tone.
"I'm afraid there won't be any talk and lessons, my little pet. You see, the Dark Lord has returned and he is not very happy with my sister-in-law and the rest of us. Apparently, your friends: Potter, Weasley and that Lovegood girl had snuck into Bellatrix's vault and had taken the Dark Lord's horcrux." He imparted to her, even though she would not understand anything he said, but at least she was looking intently at him.
"Fortunately, your friends escape, however, the Dark Lord is still beyond furious when he had discovered what was stolen - and murderous enough to have killed most of the goblins inside the bank. My sister-in-law did not escape unscathed. Her face had been mauled by Greyback…and raped by the werewolf as a consequence for her incompetence." Lucius said. His heart thudded with apprehension of what would befall on the mudblood and his family tonight.
Bellatrix had been punished, but Lucius knew that the Dark Lord would not stop there.
As expected, the girl looked quite confused about the things he said –of words that were too difficult for her to grasp.
"No lesson?" was the only thing she could say.
A sad smile grace his lips as he stared straight into those caramel orbs.
"No. No, lessons tonight, my pet." He confirmed, and with a snap of his finger, he called the house elf.
Immediately, Winky appeared beside them.
"But Winky can give you a bath if you like." He added.
At the word 'bath' and 'Winky', the girl squealed in delight and promptly run towards the house elf and took its arm.
Within a second, the girl and the house elf disappeared with a crack, and leaving Lucius deep in his thoughts.
"I must do this…for my family… This overprotective feelings that I have for the mudblood is nothing but an illusion - generated from the unusual circumstance that we have experience. It's just nothing." He convinced himself as he finally made a decision in choosing his family over some random girl with a shattered mind.
A girl he would no longer see smile... that child-like smile again…
...
In the Master Bedroom…
"I don't like this at all, Lucius. I don't like where this is going. Do you know what the Dark Lord is planning? Why had he chosen the Malfoy Gallery for all the Death Eater's to meet? And why had he ordered us to 'prepare' the mudblood? " His wife inquired worriedly as she paced back and forth above their expensive Persian carpet.
Lucius watched his wife in slight amusement as he sipped the brandy in his hand. He had already drunk one decanter of it earlier on, and now he was consuming the second one with a degree of enthusiasm.
"I am not aware what the Dark Lord is planning, dear wife. Have you forgotten that I've been kicked out from his inner circle? As for preparing the mudblood, you don't need to worry about that, because the house elf is handling it as we speak. The mudblood will look fresh and new as was promised for whatever the Dark Lord has plans for."
"But removing her hair down there, Lucius? Seriously?" Narcissa asked in both revulsion and alarm.
Lucius nearly choked on his brandy at the reminder. To be frank, he had been surprised by the request as well, and a bit puzzled by the odd demands that the Dark Lord had asked of them. Apart from removing the mudblood's pubic hair, the Dark Lord had also ordered them to make sure that the mudblood would look beautiful and fit for an upper-class party. However, instead of the usual dress robes for the girl to wear, the Dark Lord had asked them to dress the mudblood in a sheer dressing gown - especially from Narcissa's wardrobe.
Normally, this would have made Lucius wary of the details that had been requested, but he was slightly drunk to even care.
"What of it, Narcissa? Mayhap the Dark Lord has plans for the mudblood to be given as a gift to our fellow brethren." Lucius replied nonchalantly. But the tightening grip around the stem of his glass spoke volumes of his inner turmoil. The muscle in his jaw jumped as Lucius clenched his teeth when a rush of over-protectiveness surged through him at the thought of the mudblood's fate.
Lucius took a huge gulp from his wineglass before he assured his wife, trying to dispel the thoughts of the girl.
"Stop worrying, dearest wife. I'm sure everything is going to be fine."
"I hope so too, Lucius….."
"If there is, Narcissa…then we must stand together as a family."
...
"How is she, Winky?" He asked the elf as she appeared with a crack after he had called her.
"She is not yet done, Master. She is still in the bath, playing." The elf responded, and carefully added. "Should I make her hurry up, Master?"
"No, it's fine. She still has three hours before the meeting takes place. Would that be enough time to prepare her, Winky?" He inquired, surprising the elf.
"Yes, but I can prepare her in an hour if the master wishes it."
"Perhaps after two hours…." Lucius hesitated for a moment before ordering. "Winky, you can take me to her."
"Yes, master." said the elf. She took hold a bit of his robe and apparated.
CRACK
Lucius appeared in the bathroom, where he could see the girl still soaking in the huge bath tub, blowing bubbles through the air and giggling.
"Leave us," He ordered the elf.
Another distinctive crack and the elf was gone.
"Hello, pet." He said as he walked towards the girl sitting in the scented bath water. Her entire body obscured by the bubbles that engulfed the tub, but Lucius did see a glimpse of her bare shoulders just above the foam.
At his appearance, the girl made to rise up from the bath, but Lucius tried to stop her by saying, "No. No, need to—" but to no avail, the girl jumped out from the tub and ran towards him. Naked.
Lucius froze at the sight of her.
"Angel!" the naked girl barrelled towards him – all soaking wet and with some bubbles still clinging to her naked form.
Shortly, the girl had her arms wrapped around his middle while she rubbed her face against his chest like a cat, drenching his white shirt immediately, where he could feel the girl's curves currently pressed against his.
His heart started pounding loudly in his ears while a jolt of desire shot straight to his groin, lighting up every nerve-endings in his body. In seconds, his arousal was straining in his trousers as the girl continued to nestle her face against his chest.
This hadn't been his plan at all when he came here.
For all the weeks he had spent alone with the girl, the thought of sex never cross his mind. He had never thought of her as anything than someone who needed to be doted on, like a pet, or perhaps a daughter even.
He had never imagine the girl to be more than that. He was a married man, and the girl was too young to be anything than that. No matter what the circumstance they had. Lucius Malfoy was only loyal to his family – to his son and wife.
Lucius was breathing hard by the time he forcefully wrenched the tempting girl away from him.
The girl in question looked surprise by his action.
"No, pet. Don't." He warned her. His tone broke no room for protest, when she took a step towards him. The girl could only frowned at him and took another step forward.
"No, stay right there!" He ordered sharply and the girl stiffened at the change in his tone. Her head cocking to the side in complete puzzlement.
"Angel?" an inquiry coming from her.
Darkened-grey orbs regarded the girl through hooded eyes. Lucius made sure to look the mudblood directly in the face and not anywhere else, because for certain, he didn't know what he would do if he gave in to his desire.
It's been nearly a year since he had sex, and just by the sight of the girl standing naked in front of him, had set his libido on fire.
Thank Merlin, Lucius had taken up the potion to reduce the alcohol in his system before going there, lest he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from pouncing on the girl and taking her right there on the wet floor. Married vows be damned.
"Perhaps it's better if I let you finish your bath before I talk to you." He decided and hastily left the room, leaving the girl to stare after him.
Once outside the bathroom, Lucius started pacing in the guest bedroom, where the girl had been placed in. He paced like a cage animal, trying to dispel the almost painful throb of his loins.
"Angel?"
It seemed the girl had followed him outside as well. Lucius wanted to groan at that. He stopped pacing and pivoted around to look at the girl. It was a mistake, for when he did, the sight of her naked form seared in his mind.
There might be a lot of scars in both of the girl's arms and legs - courtesy of his sister-in-law. But Lucius Malfoy didn't care about it, all his eyes could see was the girl's lovely breasts with those rosy nipples that were puckered from the cold; the girl's flat stomach, her small waist and that brown curls that dusted just right above her womanhood, where he could see her pink folds.
"Damn!" He mentally cursed when he felt the noticeable stir in his loins. Lucius was painfully hard now and his mind had almost glazed over with pure, unadulterated lust at the sight of her standing there naked and soaking wet from her bath.
"Come here, pet." Lucius said in a voice thickened with desire. He had to swallow down the lump on his throat as the girl did as instructed. Like an obedient little pet dog or cat.
The girl halted in front of him smiling. Her eyes shined with that undeniable innocence of a child. Lucius wanted to groan at that look.
"Just this one time. Just this once, and I will have to do what I came here to do." Lucius told himself as he reached out and run the tips of his fingers across the girl's right cheek.
Instantly, the girl leaned towards his touch, pressing the side of her face into his large hand. Her caramel eyes warming up.
All-consuming passion swept over him when he saw that adoring look on her eyes, and without warning, he pulled her flushed against his body, moulding every hard planes and contours of his tall frame against the girl's soft curves and swells of her breasts.
The girl responded by wrapping her arms around his middle and began nuzzling her face against his chest once more.
Lucius could only groan at the girl's innocence, when her bare stomach brushed against his manhood through his trousers.
"You are exquisite. Don't you know that mudblood?" He said hoarsely as he slowly moved his hand behind the girl's nape and roughly pulled her towards him for a kiss. Once their lips met, Lucius couldn't help the moan that escaped from him at the feeling of the girl's soft lips crushed against his, stoking his desire for her even more.
He drew her closer to him, wanting to feel every bit of her feminine curves pressing tightly against him while he breathed in that flowery scent that clung to her still-wet body.
At first, Lucius slowly moved his lips against the girl's, who seemed a bit confused at the new sensation that he was giving her. He remedied this by tentatively teaching her.
He parted his lips to mould them against the girl's pliant mouth, who then responded to him experimentally, following his lead. He could feel the girl's curiosity clearly as her lips moved against his. Their breathing intermingling as their mouths parted and met in a slow dance of tempered passion and shy exploration. Lucius' hands kneaded the girl's nape where he felt her shudder and pressed closer to him, her lips opening further, and turning needy and hungry for more.
And Lucius responded in kind, he could feel lust clouding his mind as he slowly walked them back towards the bed, nearly stumbling along the way as their heads angled from side to side as the girl kissed him in her shy and curious way that nearly drove him mad.
Lucius wanted her with a savage hunger that surprised him. He wanted her so, so bad that he was close to ripping his pants off and bury himself completely into her tight, moist heat.
Soon after, his body reacted strongly to where his mind had drifted off. Instantly, his kiss turned demanding and insistent as he finally used his tongue to probe the girl's mouth, seeking entrance to that sweet nectar that he so badly wanted to taste.
Merlin! The girl smelled and tasted intoxicating that Lucius' mind had stopped working to the point that he wouldn't even care when someone walked in on them, even if he was in the process of thrusting himself into her.
He could already feel the girl completely submitting to his sensual ministrations. He felt her body trembling in his arms at the force of her awakening desire - a new feeling that she had forgotten, along with the other emotions that was locked in her broken mind.
Yet still Lucius desired her, desired her so terribly that it drove away all thoughts of his wife and son from his consciousness, despite the fact that the girl was not entirely whole.
The girl gradually parted her lips for him, and Lucius moaned out loud when his tongue finally entered her wet cavern, at last able to savour her delicious taste and explore her.
A fiery heat burned right at the pit of his belly while a jolt of delight went straight to his groin as he kissed the girl deeply, his manhood hardening even more and moistening at the intensity of his arousal when her tongue met his.
And then, when his craving for her mounted, Lucius could no longer hold himself back. In haste, he was pushing her against the bed and climbing on top of her naked form while their mouths clashed and melded together in wild passion, and with their tongues stroking every crevice that they could find; the girl still inexperienced in her fervour, yet it made Lucius want her more. Their breathing became a rasp and rapid as their kissed turned heated.
He didn't remember placing himself between the girl's naked thighs, but he was grateful that he did, for every time he grind himself against the girl's glistening body, she would let out a gasp of pure pleasure when his bulging manhood rubbed against her wet passage. He could smell her arousal, along with his familiar musk that permeated the air as their hands started moving and reaching out for each other.
The girl in his arms jumped slightly when he cupped her breast in his large palm. She trembled and moaned against his mouth when he used his thumb to flick her left nipple, slowly circling the erect peaks until the girl's breast seemed to swell and hardened in response. The girl squirmed in his arms. Her face flushing at the new sensation he gave her while a myriad of emotions fleeted through her face. And the thing that stood out most was her expression of unrestrained desire.
The girl was so responsive.
He discovered, because when he started flicking and rolling his thumbs over both of her nipples, she would either shiver or kiss him desperately when he did this. Soon, he could feel the girl grinding back at him, and he groaned into their kiss while he sucked her tongue out of pure need, and earning a moan from her in return.
The girl was getting thoroughly aroused from his sensual assault that Lucius was tempted to go down on her and taste her wet arousal, and see if its as delicious as her mouth.
"This is so wrong... The girl is not in her right mind. What the hell are you doing?!" Some part of Lucius reminded him, and that made him abruptly paused, something like guilt slowly crept into his mind, which surprised him. He had done a lot of nefarious things in his past, but this was the first time he had ever felt guilty about something.
Gradually, and in agony of his decision, Lucius' hand left the girl's breast while he unlocked his lips from her tempting mouth.
However, before he could completely withdraw and cool down his ardour, the girl stopped him.
With a look of eagerness and something else in her eyes, she caught his hand once more and place them back on her breast.
Lucius had to suck a lungful of breath, when he saw the gleam of something akin to desire in the girl's eyes as she pressed the palm of his hand on her full breast, letting him cup her while she pressed herself against his palm.
"More," was the only word she said before his control disintegrated once more. In a flash of heat, Lucius cock responded to her words alone.
"Then, I will give you what you want, my pet...I will give you all of me." He said. His voice shook and barely above whisper while he hurriedly remove the buckles from his trouser and unzipped his fly.
The girl lying down on the bed cocked her head to the side when Lucius's large length sprung out after he had pulled his front boxers and trousers down. His manhood already glistening with pre-cum and curving upwards, where a vein throbbed at the side while the ridged tip of his arousal was a pink hue and swollen. He was so hard that his cock stood almost straight up to his stomach.
The girl stared at his obvious desire for her, and towards the white creamy liquid seeping out from his shaft. For a moment, Lucius saw the girl licked her lips, right before she did something unexpected.
To Lucius growing shocked and intense ecstasy, the girl was on him without hesitation. One second she was lying down underneath him, and the next, she was the one pushing him on the bed and then going down on him.
In seconds, he felt the girl's hot mouth wrapped around the head of his throbbing cock. There was a flash of searing heat that coiled in his belly at the sensation of her wet mouth engulfing his tip which tore a delighted gasp from him.
"Oh- sweet lord! - Ugnh..." He exclaimed, followed by a loud, guttural moan when the girl proceeded to lick and suckle the trickling liquid that came out from his manhood. His hips involuntarily thrusting upwards to her questing mouth.
"Oh Merlin!... Gawd!" Every bit of him was on fire now as the girl continued to suck him and flick her tongue around the tip of his arousal like a friggin' candy. His cold composure breaking at the sheer sensation of the mudblood's mouth tightly wrapped around his sensitive tip. Every nerve endings in his body firing up at the feeling of her wet tongue and mouth.
He heard her inhaling the heavy scent of his arousal, and he knew that she must like his musk for she was making this odd sounds when she started to lick the rest of him. Like licking a melting ice cream, the girl lapped at his pre-cum from the tip of his cock and down to his base. The way she moved her tongue was almost timid, but it became bold as his body responded to her curious exploration. In fact, the tentative and slow glide of her tongue made him want to take her already. It was driving him mad with blinding lust.
There was a red haze that wrapped around Lucius' mind that he didn't even know that he was emitting an incoherent amount of noises from the intensity of his pleasure.
"Stop, pet. Or I will come into your mouth soon... Sto - stop it!" Lucius could only groaned at her, as he abruptly propped himself up and took both of her hands and making her small, nimble fingers wrapped around his hardened member.
The liquid fire in his belly intensified when the girl's hands touched him, and at the same time, she continued to lick his pre-cum that leaked out from his tip. Her feminine fingers and palms curling around his manhood just as he moved his hands above hers.
Lucius knew that he wouldn't last long by the way the girl used her mouth and tongue to explore his male anatomy. He wanted to prolong both of their pleasure together before he would take her entirely.
So, he forced her to remove her wonderful mouth from his throbbing manhood. It was by iron-will that he was able to do so.
"Use your hand to pleasure me instead, pet. Rub my cock like this. I don't want to come soon with your mouth wrapped around me." He managed to say in a husky tone while he demonstrated to her. Still holding the girl's hands, he move her hands up and down his rigid length. His breathing becoming laboured as her small hands moved around his entire length. From the base of his shaft and to his ridged tip, she stroked him. Her curious eyes observing their joined hands moving over his cock.
Lucius was thoroughly turned on about the situation that his face had flushed. His nipples stood proudly in chest while pre-cum wept from the tip of his cock. There was a jolt of pleasure every time the girl pulled at him and over the sensitized head of his cock. He moaned, beyond pleased, when the girl tightened her hold on him and she began to pump him, finally able to understand what he wanted.
The girl in question was staring at him intently as he thrust his manhood in time with her hands. His breath became a gasp of pleasure as she continued to stroke him hard.
"Ugh…that felt good, pet…ugh…ughn… Don't stop." He moaned as he finally let go of her hands and allowing her to do it on her own.
The girl said something, but for the life of him, he didn't know what it was.
"Hmn?" was his distracted response as he jerked his hips forward. The girl was slowly stroking him and Lucius couldn't help but grunt in impatience.
"More," the girl said all of a sudden, and at her word, another wave of unrestrained passion shot through him. The head of his manhood moistened even further, and lubricated him as the girl pushed and pulled her hand against the velvety skin of his length.
Merlin, he wanted to take her right there and then.
Lucius turned his attention back to the girl, but before he could open his mouth. There was a loud crack.
Every muscle in his body froze at the sound, and his head whipped around to look while he swiftly remove himself from the girl's wonderful hands.
It was only Winky, who looked shocked at the sight of him and the mudblood doing something sordid, but wisely clamped her mouth shut as she informed them in slight panic.
"Master, Mistress is coming this way."
At the information, Lucius swiftly clothed himself and turned to the girl still kneeling on bed with a frown marring her pretty face.
"Angel?" she asked almost uncertainly.
"I'm sorry, my pet." Lucius said while there was an unknown emotion that twisted his gut and made his heart heavy. "But I must end this…"
He reached out to hold the side of her face and gave her an innocent peck on her forehead. The girl in turn leaned further towards him, her eyes fluttering shut.
With the mudblood's eyes still closed, he secretly pulled his wand out and pointed it towards the girl's temple.
The mudblood's eyes shut opened at the feeling of his wand. Her caramel eyes staring straight at him.
"Obliviate." was the spell that left his mouth without hesitation, and Lucius watched as the girl's eyes glazed over.
He erased the girl's memories of him since the day he had visited her. He couldn't afford for the Dark Lord to know of his past transgression and his involvement with the mudblood…
The girl's eyes returned back to the way it was since her mind was broken.
Blank and unaware.
Lucius heart wrenched at the sight of it, but it must be done.
He gave her a last peck on the cheek and promptly apparted away from there, just in time for the door to swing open, signalling the arrival of one Narcissa Malfoy.
"Why is the girl sitting naked in the bed, Winky?!" was what Narcissa Malfoy asked the moment her eyes landed on the girl in particular.
...
An hour later…
In the confines of his chamber, Lucius had stashed away the vial that contained every living memories he had of the girl. He hid the vial in a place only he could find.
Afterwards, he pointed his wand at himself and performed a memory charm to modify everything that pertained to the girl, and nullifying every last emotions that he had felt for her.
...
Two hours later…
In the Malfoy Gallery, where more than a dozen black-robed figures stood in a circle, and perhaps, twice as many moving portraits who watched on with curiosity. Lucius, his wife and his son, Draco, stood amongst the circle who waited silently.
"Let us begin," Voldemort said ominously as he snapped his finger, calling the house elf.
The loud cracked echoed in the vast cavern of the gallery as the house elf appeared with the mudblood girl.
Lucius nose wrinkled in disgust when he saw her, even more so when he realized that the mudblood was wearing nothing, but a diaphanous nightdress, which he recalled his wife previously owned.
However, like all the male in the room, their eyes were drawn to the girl's breast and all her female curves which were blatantly displayed beneath the sheer dress that she wore. Her small, rosy nipples and the unmistakable glimpse of her sex between her slim thighs made every men in the room seemed to freeze. Others were fidgeting from where they stood as the air in the gallery became tensed and suffocating.
The sneer in Lucius Malfoy's face disappeared. His eyes glancing at his wife, who looked pale and disturbed. His wife met his stare, and without even speaking their thoughts out loud, their hands reached out for each other and held, as they spoke with their eyes alone.
"It's going to be alright." He assured her with his gaze, where his wife squeezed his hand tighter in retaliation. "Stop worrying."
Her last response was just a shake of her head before their silent conversation was interrupted by the Dark Lord.
"You have all been wondering why we are all gathered here in this Gallery…"

TO BE CONTINUED…

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"Ride him harder, mudblood." The Dark Lord commanded at the girl under the imperio curse, who was currently sinking up and down over Lucius's large cock in a slow motion, which drove the blonde man mad with lust. His muscles straining as he tried to stop himself from hammering his way upwards to that delicious tight passage that barely fit his large length.
And at the Dark Lord's command, the mudblood sunk all the way down on him, and started fucking him. Hard.
Lucius couldn't stopped the grunt and gasped that left his mouth as the girl completely impaled herself against his long shaft, where he could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her uterus.
A jolt of pure pleasure swept through Lucius at the contact, where his cock instantly jerked inside the mudblood at the sheer ecstasy of being engulfed completely by the girl's tight, virginal passage.

Author's Note: Sorry for late update. I have been writing and updating my other stories. I don't know when I will be updating this story, but rest assured that it will be updated again.
As for Lucius' odd behaviour towards Hermione. It's called Lima Syndrome, which is the opposite of Stockholm syndrome. Instead of the hostages feeling something for their abductors, in Lima Syndrome, the abductors will develop feelings of empathy towards their captives.
It's called 'Lima' Syndrome because this kind of situation was observed during a hostage situation that occurred in the Japanese Embassy in Lima, Peru, in 1996. In Lima syndrome, when there are multiple abductors, there will be instances when some of them will disagree with one another in the treatment of their hostages, and might even influence the others to behave with empathy and hesitation.
Another thing, Lucius had begun developing something for Hermione, and not only because of the 'Lima Syndrome', but also because somehow he had emotionally invested in her unconsciously, when he started telling her about his thoughts, worries and his secrets. He laid himself bare to her, vulnerable and weak, even when Hermione had mostly been in her own little world. And as what I have read in the science of attraction, and some articles, a guy laying himself bare to a girl will somehow make the guy more deeply attracted to her, and not only in the sexual level. Sex alone would not work out in a long relationship, what is most important is that knowing each other in a way that there are no longer secrets between you and your lover.
Unfortunately, Lucius has decided to modify his memories with Hermione, and had chosen his family over her. So, in the next chapter. It's going to be a new start for the both of them.
I hope you can tell me what you think of this chapter so far. ^_^
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