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Captive	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 27088 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
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Hermione stared around her in despair. She had no idea where she was, but she wasn’t free and she definitely wasn’t somewhere safe. Whatever that viper, Lucius Malfoy, had promised her and insisted she pay for in advance — wherever he had brought her — he hadn’t delivered on his promise.
The place in which she was being held was bare of any decoration or furniture, with slimy fungus and spongy moss growing on the solid rock walls as rivulets of water ran down its face. Hermione had a feeling it was underground as the whole room felt cold and damp. At least she was free to move around, not chained up, although with no way to escape; with the room being so small it wasn’t really much of a bonus.
She had finally stopped feeling nauseated after coming round from the Stunning spell Lucius had cast on her and found herself lying on the cold earthen floor in this small, dingy cell that had no route of escape and no light. Lucius had tricked and imprisoned her and all he had given her was a splitting headache and the urge to throw up.
Wherever she was, she wasn’t alone. Whilst the room she was in was tiny, there were other people close by. This she knew because she could hear them talking, crying, or wailing piteously. She got the impression that the others were cloistered together, not locked away in individual cells like her.
Hermione couldn’t work out whether her isolation was a good or bad thing until she saw Lucius again — if she saw him. She really hoped that he hadn’t deserted her down here forever. Surely there had to be a reason he had brought her here and placed her on her own rather than taken her to safety?
The other thing Hermione couldn’t work out was why she and the others, who she assumed were all Muggle-born like her, had been brought to this dank, dark prison instead of being killed immediately. Voldemort and his followers had never been lenient with her kind previously, so why had they started now?
She couldn’t even begin to fathom a reason, although her mind conjured up disturbing images of a massacre which then led her to wonder whether they were being rounded up in readiness for some grand gesture by the Dark wizard, some sort of mass sacrifice to announce his domination of the wizarding world. This thought terrified her, although in truth she had been petrified since she had woken; being trapped in a small space in the dark had never been one of her favourite pastimes.
Hermione had no idea how long she had been there or how long she had been unconscious, but she could feel the dull ache of hunger in her stomach and she was trying to ignore how thirsty she felt, particularly in light of what she’d had to do just before she had been Stunned, and the dehydration really wasn’t helping her headache. How long could she survive without a drink, was it three days or five? Hermione couldn’t remember with the non-stop pounding in her head.
If Lucius or one of the other Death Eaters didn’t come back soon and provide her with something to drink she was going to have to consume the water running down the walls of her cell. When she had first considered it she had almost vomited because having touched the walls she could imagine what it would be like; her fingers had sprung away in revulsion at the feel of the fungus and the moss. But her thirst was growing ever more unbearable and soon she would have no choice.
She wasn’t the only one who was thirsty or hungry; others were calling out too, begging for food and drink, but Hermione didn’t expect the Death Eaters to answer them. Perhaps they had brought them here to slowly starve, thinking that abduction without a trace would upset their families even more than just killing them would have done.
Hermione realised she was crying; not loudly, but there were teardrops falling onto her cheeks. She brushed them away, sucking on her fingers to try to reclaim even that small amount of moisture, but the salty taste just made her thirst flare more.
She was trying not to feel despondent but the longer she sat there in the dark knowing there was likely to be no rescue, the more difficult she found it to stay positive. Her wand was gone, taken by Lucius, so even if by some miracle there was any chance of escape she would be helpless.
Hermione’s stomach rumbled again and she lay down on her side, curling herself up a little. She might as well try to sleep. If she could manage it she could forget about the thirst and hunger for a few hours and the headache might ease a little, although with the noise going on outside sleeping wasn’t going to be easy. She put her hands over her ears to try to drown out the sound of the others, wishing she was anywhere but there.

‘Lumos!’
Hermione flinched as light filled the tiny room. Her headache was pounding harder than ever and her throat was sore and parched, her lips dry and starting to crack. She curled herself into a ball to try to get away from the brightness, which was making her feel sick again.
‘I’ve brought you some food and drink.’
Lucius lowered his wand slightly as Hermione slowly uncurled herself, still squinting as she looked at the blond man. He was carrying a bag which he dropped to the floor in front of her.
‘Are you all right?’ he enquired, surveying her critically.
Hermione stared at him balefully for a moment but then closed her eyes, wincing as pain shot through her head again because of the light.
‘Headache,’ she managed to croak.
Lucius stared at her with concern.
‘You need to drink. There’s water in the bag.’
Hermione forced herself to move, pulling the bag towards her. She opened it to reveal a large bottle of water. There were other things in there too, but at the moment she had no interest in anything but drinking.
‘Don’t drink too much or you’ll be sick,’ Lucius warned.
Ignoring him, Hermione gulped the cool liquid down, feeling her throat ease as the water coated it. But a few seconds later it hit her empty stomach, and with a groan of dismay as a sharp stab of pain twisted her gut she turned away, scrambling quickly towards the corner of the room before it came back up. Forlornly she knelt, the tears back in her eyes, feeling humiliated that Lucius was witnessing her in this state.
‘I did warn you,’ Lucius said. He sounded surprisingly sympathetic.
His hand touched her shoulder and Hermione found herself sobbing, all her anger with Lucius and her pain and embarrassment coming out as tears. Gently, Lucius turned her round and studied her. He waved his wand and cast a cleaning charm, removing the vomit from Hermione’s face and clothes, then held out his hand to help her up.
‘You need to eat something, and drink, but slowly.’
Hermione stared at his hand for several seconds and then took it. Lucius helped her to stand, then guided her back across the small room to where the bag lay.
‘I brought as much as I could,’ he told her. He was still watching her intently.
Hermione seemed to ignore him as she took another small sip of the water, needing to get rid of the stinging taste of bile in her mouth, then another and a third. Once she was certain she wasn’t going to be sick again she delved into the bag and found a loaf of bread, a large chunk of cheese, some ham and a couple of apples.
‘I know it’s not much but it’s better than the others are getting. They’ve just had a bowl of broth,’ Lucius explained.
Hermione had torn a lump out of the bread and was slowly chewing it, showing no sign that she was listening to him.
‘There’s another bottle of water in there as well which should, hopefully, last until the next time I come, although I’m not sure when that will be,’ Lucius continued.
Hermione had finished the bread and was gazing at the floor, determined not to look at Lucius. She was too angry with him to feel grateful, although the food and drink were extremely welcome.
‘How’s your headache now?’ he asked.
Hermione finally looked at him. ‘Still sore. I’m dehydrated and never quite recovered from you Stunning me,’ she said accusingly.
‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ Lucius told her, then he turned and left the room, leaving Hermione in darkness once more.
Instantly she was seized by fear — the room was completely black and she couldn’t see anything — but Hermione forced herself to calm down. There was nothing in here to be frightened of. She was alone and at least she now had food and drink.
Her heart lifted for a moment, glad to be in the light once more when Lucius returned bearing a potion to relieve her headache. But then she remembered that he would leave her again soon and she would have to suffer the darkness for Merlin only knew how long before his next visit. Fury welled up inside her once more as she remembered that her so-called saviour had betrayed her and left her to rot here in some dank dungeon.
She clenched her fists and counted to ten, trying to calm herself before she confronted Lucius. There was no point in getting upset with him; it wouldn’t make him change his mind. But maybe if she talked to him rationally she might be able to make him feel guilty. It probably still wouldn’t change anything but at least she would know why he had done it, and maybe even what was going to happen to her; her and the others.
‘Why didn’t you rescue me like you promised?’ Hermione asked.
She heard the quiver in her voice and blinked to stop the tears that suddenly threatened. Hermione lifted her head and stared at Lucius, wanting him to know that she expected an answer.
‘There wasn’t time to get you out and I got caught trying to leave,’ Lucius told her honestly. ‘If I had continued I would have been reported as a traitor to the Dark Lord. I had no choice but to join the others and bring you here. At least I put you somewhere safe. It was the best I could do.’
‘Why am I in here alone?’
‘Would you prefer to be out there?’ Lucius answered looking surprised. ‘People are losing their minds and all sorts. It’s not very pleasant. Anyway, it means you won’t—’ He broke off, suddenly seeming unwilling to voice his thoughts.
‘I won’t what?’ Hermione asked. ‘Tell me, Mr Malfoy. Why are we all here? Why weren’t we killed?’
Lucius stared at her for a few seconds, then sighed.
‘The Dark Lord is using Mudbloods as bait to draw out the Order of the Phoenix now that Dumbledore isn’t around to protect them any longer. Instead of killing Mudbloods he’s keeping you prisoner, waiting to see if the Order will try to rescue you a small group at a time. If they do, we attack; if they don’t, then we’ll kill you and the bodies will be dumped where the Order will find them and feel guilty because they failed you.’ He gave a low, bitter chuckle. ‘It’s an effective plan — we’ve killed several members since the campaign started because they always try to rescue you, although Merlin only knows why.’
‘Are you going to help me get out of here?’ Hermione tried to quell the hysteria rising in her as she considered Lucius’ words.
Lucius looked a little uncomfortable as Hermione stared at him but then he recovered.
‘There isn’t anything I can do. It’s too dangerous.’
Hermione could feel the tears again and knew she wasn’t going to be able to stop them. Her voice was full of the anguish she felt as she insisted, ‘But you promised me you would help me escape . . . and I paid you, remember? You made me pay you in advance, so you owe me.’
‘That’s why you’re in here, not out there with the others,’ Lucius told her, his voice colder now. ‘It’s the best I can do, Miss Granger. I’m going now.’
‘Please don’t leave me in the dark,’ Hermione begged. She was crying, fear at being left alone again in this tiny dark room welling up inside her and making her weak.
‘There’s nothing more I can do,’ Lucius insisted.
He left the room, leaving Hermione in darkness and sobbing disconsolately.

‘Time to get up, Princess. Your stay in private accommodation is over. It’s time for you to join the other Mudbloods. No special treatment here.’
Hermione squinted as she tried to see who was talking to her. It wasn’t Lucius, but then she had given up any hope of seeing him again. He had no intention of helping her escape and hadn’t been back since she had tried to make him feel guilty for his betrayal of her.
The small amount of food he had brought her was long gone, even though she had tried to eke it out for as long as she could. Even the water was almost gone. At least if she was with the others she would get something to eat, even if it was only broth. Anyway, she had no energy to fight or even argue. These days even moving was too much of an effort.
The Death Eater pulled Hermione to her feet, clearly not willing to wait for her to rouse herself. He grinned nastily as his hand tightened around her arm to make sure she couldn’t get away.
‘Don’t worry, Princess, it’ll be your turn to leave us in a couple of days. Won’t that be exciting?’
Hermione’s heart felt like lead and seemed to drop into her stomach at his words. She was being moved in preparation for being bait for the Order of the Phoenix. For a second her heart had wings, trying to rise from the mire as she imagined being rescued by her friends, but the joy was short-lived.
Lucius had said the Death Eaters had killed Order members through doing this which meant, she assumed, that the Muggle-borns they had been attempting to rescue had been killed as well. Had anyone she knew died because of this terrible plan of Voldemort’s? The chances were they had. That was an unbearable thought and now her heart was hurting.
The Death Eater dragged her through the door, where a second man was standing guard and propelled her a short way down the corridor, opening the door to a much larger and, being nearer the surface, a slightly lighter room containing far more people than had been at the work conference. The Death Eaters had obviously been busy rounding up their bait.
Hermione felt sudden panic at being forced into the room with all these people. She had got used to the solitude of her small, dark cell and now she couldn’t help but feel worried. She didn’t know any of these people, and from what she had heard from her own cell some of them appeared to have gone insane and others were being argumentative just for the sake of it.
The inhabitants looked in her direction as she was pushed into the room; the door closed with a loud clang behind her. Although she could see only outlines she could feel hostility mixed in with the curiosity; she suspected they knew she had been kept apart from them rather than being a new abductee, and the panic turned to fear for her safety. Lucius was right, she had been better off alone, even if only for the privacy when she needed to use the bucket.
Trying to avoid everyone, especially those giving off a negative vibe, Hermione made her way to an empty space and sat down, her arms wrapped around herself protectively, and waited for the broth to arrive.

Lucius had finally managed to get away from his duties for the Dark Lord and was bringing Hermione some more food. He hoped he hadn’t left it too long this time. The sight of her the last time he had been here had shocked him more than he wanted to admit and he realised she had come close to dying.
He was still trying to work out how he was going to get her out of the cave but nothing obvious was suggesting itself. At least she was safe in that room on her own, whatever might happen to her fellow Mudbloods.
‘Ah, it’s your turn for guard duty, is it?’ Antonin Dolohov asked jovially as he greeted his old friend. ‘Lucky you. Although they’re pretty quiet tonight as they’ve just been fed. Mind you, some of them are a bit restless. They know another group are going tomorrow. Do you want a cup of tea?’
Lucius waved the bag he was carrying. ‘I’m just going to give some food to the Mudblood. I haven’t seen her for a couple of days so she must be starving.’
Antonin looked at him in surprise. ‘Your girl’s been moved in with the others. She’s been fed and is awaiting her turn at freedom.’
Lucius stared back in astonishment, his face darkening with anger.
‘Why was she moved? Who gave the order to move her? I certainly didn’t.’
Antonin shrugged easily. ‘Rodolphus said he couldn’t understand why she was being kept separately — although that’s obviously bollocks. I think he’s just jealous that you’re getting more out of this than him. Plus you’re Bellatrix’s brother-in-law so he probably doesn’t think you should be playing around on Narcissa.’
‘But I haven't—’ Lucius started.
Antonin grinned. ‘I wasn’t the only one who saw what you were doing with that sweet young thing, you know. Rodolphus is a bit of a hypocrite as he was having his own fun at the time, but it seems he doesn’t want you to have any more.’ His face became more serious. ‘I think he was considering using her himself but I stood outside the door so he couldn’t do anything but bring her out. He was a bit rough in his handling of her but nothing serious, and he didn’t stick his cock down her throat, or anywhere else for that matter.’
‘I need to move her back,’ Lucius said.
Antonin’s eyebrows rose in surprise. ‘You’ve really got a thing about this girl. You do know she’s a Mudblood, right?’
‘Of course I know,’ Lucius snapped. ‘I just happen to think she’ll be more use to us alive rather than dead. She’s a friend of Potter’s, that’s how Draco knows her. They’re all in the same year at Hogwarts.’
‘And she’s a pretty girl with a cute mouth and a snatch to match, no doubt,’ Antonin added with a wink. ‘I can hold the fort for half hour or so if you want to go and rescue her. I’m sure she’ll be suitably grateful to you. But be warned that Rodolphus will move her again next time he’s on duty and I’m not going to do anything to stop him. Rabastan might, too. You know he does whatever his brother wants.’
‘I’m grateful to you, Antonin,’ Lucius told his friend.
He hurried down to the cell that Hermione had been moved to, hoping she hadn’t encountered any trouble from the other prisoners. Thank Merlin he had come to see her tonight or who knew what might have happened to her. At least if he got her back into her solitary cell now it would give him a bit of time to work out how to get her out. Perhaps Antonin could be persuaded to help?
Lucius discarded the thought almost immediately. His friend was pretty easy-going and was happy to turn a blind eye to his games but he wouldn’t help him to get Hermione released. For Antonin, the best Mudblood was a dead Mudblood. He definitely wouldn’t understand Lucius’ motives for helping her escape.
His friend had no idea that the blowjob had been payment for something Lucius hadn’t yet managed to achieve, nor would he ever know; there was no way Lucius was revealing that information to anyone, not with the Dark Lord on the warpath. No, he would have to work on this alone.
He focussed as he opened the door to the cell, aware that he needed his wits about him. He was alone and there were at least twenty people in the cell – not good odds if they wanted to attack. Of course, he had his wand and they were all unarmed, and having been in captivity for a while they were weak from being underfed, but it still paid to be careful. He entered the room and walked through the groups of prisoners searching for Hermione, pleased to see them disperse before him.
Lucius eventually found her cowering in a corner towards the back of the cell, curled up in a ball trying to ignore everything going on around her, and despite knowing he shouldn’t he felt intensely sorry for the poor young woman. He bent and picked her up, then carried her back to the door, glad that the rest of the cell’s inhabitants were too intimidated by him to try anything.
When they reached the single cell Lucius placed Hermione gently on the floor before dropping the latest bag, this one larger than the last, in front of her.
‘I brought you some more food and drink, and other stuff, too,’ he told her, examining her worriedly as she hadn’t moved at all since he released her, not even to blink her eyes. ‘I’m sorry you were moved in there, Miss Granger. I didn’t know anything about it until I arrived this evening. I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t happen again.’
Hermione finally turned her unhappy gaze on him.
‘You should get me out of here like you promised you would, then neither of us would have to worry about me being moved.’
Lucius sighed and told her gruffly, ‘I’ve already explained to you how difficult that is to achieve. Now eat and drink, you need to keep your strength up.’
Hermione seemed to consider his request and for a moment Lucius wondered if she would refuse just to spite him, but eventually she opened the bag, her face lighting up considerably as she saw the contents. She pulled out a bottle of water and took a long drink, then retrieved the toothbrush and toothpaste and moved towards the bucket in the corner of the room.
Lucius knew Hermione would probably prefer it if he left her alone while she undertook her ablutions, but now that she was more animated he enjoyed watching her as she was still a pretty young woman, although she had lost weight — too much, he thought ruefully.
He could feel desire rising within him as he remembered the feel of her mouth on his cock, the pretty mouth that she was now cleaning. He could get her to do it again, could get her to do other things too if he wanted. He held all the cards in this relationship so why shouldn’t he capitalise on it?
Hermione used the flannel he had provided to wash, although she stuck to only her face and hands, not revealing her body at all much to Lucius’ disappointment. He suspected she was waiting until he left when she would probably sacrifice more of the precious water to clean herself properly in the dark where no one could see her.
He wished he could take Hermione somewhere she could have a long, hot bath but that wasn’t possible until he worked out a way to get her out. He could perform a spell, though, could make her considerably cleaner and hence even more attractive than she already was. Then, afterwards, she could repay him by—
Hermione had finished and returned to where he was waiting. She finally gave him the smallest of smiles.
‘Thank you for the food and drink, and especially for the toothbrush. You have absolutely no idea how awful it’s been not being able to clean my teeth. It’s one of my pet peeves thanks to parents who are dentists.’
‘I saw you wash your face,’ Lucius remarked. ‘I can go a step better than that.’
He raised his wand and used a cleaning charm, syphoning the dirt and grime from Hermione’s clothes before continuing with her skin and hair.
‘That’ll do for a little while,’ he told her once he finished, pleased at how well the spell had turned out. If it weren’t for the dark, dank room and you ignored her gaunt, colourless pallor and dark-rimmed eyes you would never know that Hermione had been kept a prisoner for several weeks.
‘Thank you.’ Hermione sounded almost surprised as she expressed her appreciation.
Lucius smiled at her. ‘It’s not much, but hopefully, it should make you feel a little better for a while . . . until I can find a way to free you.’
‘You are still going to help me, then?’ Hermione asked expectantly.
Lucius’ smile grew wider. ‘Of course I am, Miss Granger . . . or can I call you Hermione?’ She shrugged, seeming not to care whether he did or not. ‘I have every intention of helping you . . . if you still want me to?’
‘Of course I do,’ Hermione retorted, fire raging inside her for the first time in days. ‘I already paid you, didn’t I, so you owe me. Nothing’s changed.’
‘Well, I wouldn’t say that,’ Lucius answered slyly.
Hermione stared at him, her face instantly stonier. ‘What do you mean? Nothing’s changed. I’m still stuck in here and I’ve still paid you to get me out.’
‘Ah, but I told you before, your payment allowed you to stay in this cell alone and not get chosen for one of the bait groups. Now I’ve rescued you and returned you here so I think you actually owe me . . . especially if you want me to help you escape completely.’
Hermione scowled. ‘You’re breaking your word again, Mr Malfoy. If you had rescued me like you promised in the first place I wouldn’t be here and wouldn’t have needed freeing from the other cell. I don’t see why I should have to give you anything else when I’ve already suffered because of your inability to complete the contract we agreed upon.’
‘Unfortunately for you, if you still wish to escape you have no choice but to accept my terms,’ Lucius pointed out. He shrugged nonchalantly. ‘It doesn’t matter one way or another to me. I can soon take you back to join the others and forget all about you. I was just doing you a favour, after all. However, if you still wish my help to escape then I am willing, but I require greater payment than you gave previously. I want more than your pretty mouth this time.’
Hermione looked aghast at Lucius’ words, her heart sinking at the thought that she was never going to escape. Although he hadn’t yet told her what he wanted as payment for her release she was fairly sure she already knew, and she really didn’t like the idea.
If she could guarantee that Lucius actually would rescue her Hermione might have considered it, even if only briefly but she suspected that he had never had any intention of freeing her nor would he in the future. He was just using her desperation to satiate his own sick desires and the price would continue to escalate until she no longer would or could agree to pay it.
The problem was that if she didn’t agree, there definitely wouldn’t be any escape and the payment she had already made would be in vain. She would be returned to the communal cell, would take her place in one of the bait groups and would probably be dead within a day or so.
As much as Hermione hated the idea of Lucius’ blackmail, the thought of dying, particularly if it caused the death of a member of the Order of the Phoenix at the same time, was far worse. At the very least she had to enquire as to what Lucius wanted from her to confirm that it was what she thought. She could just ask the question; she didn’t have to agree to his demands.
‘What do you want?’ Hermione asked dully. She kept her eyes on Lucius’, determined not to break her gaze whatever he said.
‘I’m sure you already know what I want, Hermione.’ Lucius’ voice was softer, more seductive. ‘I want your body, of course.’
Of course he did. That was why he had taken the time to clean her, Hermione thought gloomily.
She shook her head and replied sadly, ‘I can’t do that. I’m still a virgin and it’s too much, especially after already paying you once.’
‘Forget about that,’ Lucius advised. There was a touch of steely annoyance in his voice now. ‘That payment has been cancelled out by my rescue of you from the other cell.’ He studied her for a moment. ‘You wouldn’t be the first virgin I’ve had.’
‘But it’s too much,’ Hermione protested again.
Lucius almost snorted. ‘Hardly. I don’t think you have any comprehension of just how difficult it’s going to be for me to get you out of here alive. Really, I deserve the payment and more. I honestly don’t understand what your problem is. You will be having sex eventually; all I’m suggesting is bringing forward that date in order to help yourself.’
‘But I don’t want to have sex with you,’ Hermione admitted.
Lucius stared at her for several long seconds, then shrugged. ‘In that case, there’s nothing more to be said. You can move back and join the others and wait for your precious Order of the Phoenix to save you.’
Hermione felt her heart catch at his words. She really didn’t want to have sex with Lucius, the blowjob had been bad enough, but she still didn’t want to die and acceding to him would be her only opportunity to escape — if he was telling the truth.
‘Why should I believe that you’re going to help me?’ she asked. ‘You said you would before and didn’t, so why should I believe you now?’
‘I told you before that I didn’t have any choice but to bring you here and it’s true. I promise I will find a way out of here for you one way or another but I do want my payment. I’ll be putting my life and that of my family at risk because of you, so I think I deserve decent recompense.’
He paused for a few seconds to let his words sink in, then asked, ‘So what’s your answer?’
Hermione wrapped her arms around herself as she tried to decide what to do. As repugnant as the idea was she honestly had absolutely no choice but to accept if she wanted any hope of getting out of this place alive. She was distracted by the sudden noise of loud voices outside her room and automatically looked at Lucius as if he should know what was happening.
‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ he told her, then leaving Hermione alone and in the dark once more, Lucius left the room.
He was back only a few minutes later, a grim look of satisfaction on his face.
‘That last group was successful in snaring us another Order member,’ he said although his voice held none of the glee Hermione would have expected.
Her heart sank at the knowledge that another brave rescuer had died trying to save her colleagues from the Death Eaters. If she said no to Lucius then she might be the next one to cause a death.
‘All right.’ The words came out quietly, only just above a whisper, the look on Hermione’s face spelling out how unhappy she was as she continued to hug herself.
‘Did you say something?’ Lucius asked, taunting her now.
Hermione felt a splinter of hatred for him pierce her heart. It was bad enough that he was taking advantage of her in the first place without him being mean about it. She forced the feeling away, knowing it had no place inside her at the moment. She could retrieve it later once she had been released.
‘I said okay,’ she replied, only slightly louder than before. ‘But I’m not paying until you’ve got me out. I don’t trust you to do it otherwise.’
Lucius’ eyes seemed to gleam in the wand light.
‘Absolutely not. Payment in advance, just like before. If you really don’t trust me don’t do it . . . but then you’ll never get free. At least this way you have a chance.’
Hermione scowled as she grumbled, ‘You’re a real bastard, you know.’
‘I’ve been called far worse than that in my time, Hermione. You really need to try harder.’ Lucius chuckled at the criticism.
Hermione continued to glare at him, not speaking. She was trying to think of a way to stop Lucius or postpone the inevitable but was failing miserably.
‘We can’t do it here,’ she finally announced.
‘Why not?’ Lucius seemed genuinely interested to hear her thoughts.
‘Because there’s no bed,’ Hermione replied lamely. She knew it was a terrible answer but she had nothing better to offer.
Again came that snide chuckle. ‘We don’t need a bed, Hermione. There’s a perfectly good floor available. I can always transfigure something into a blanket if you’re squeamish about bare earth.’
‘But I’m not ready to have sex. I’m not . . . aroused,’ Hermione admitted a little embarrassedly. Sounding more distressed she added, ‘It’s going to hurt.’
Lucius considered this for several long seconds. ‘I’ll use a lubrication charm on you. It’s likely to hurt anyway as it’s your first time but that will help, and it won’t hurt for long; once we really get going you’ll soon be wet enough. Now enough talking. I need to leave shortly as I’m on duty this evening. Are we going to do this or not?’
Lucius saw the tears glistening in Hermione’s eyes but his heart leapt, desire for her racing through him as she slowly nodded her head.
‘Take your knickers off and pull up your skirt,’ he announced prosaically.
Hermione just stared at him seemingly in shock at his words. Ignoring her for a moment Lucius pulled his cloak from his shoulders, dropping it to the floor, his wand waving to transform it into a blanket as promised. He then unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them and his underpants down to his thighs, fully revealing the tumescence within.
‘Well come on, lie down and open your legs. I can cast the charm and we can get this over and done with.’
Hermione was still baulking at Lucius’ commands and was even more confused by his tone. It didn’t sound like he wanted to have sex with her any more than she wanted to do it, so why was he forcing this on her?
‘Why is this happening? You clearly don’t really want to do it, and I don’t either.’
‘Oh, don’t worry, I want to do it. I just don’t have time to muck around and wait for you to get in the mood,’ Lucius answered curtly. ‘Now get on the blanket and stop complaining, otherwise I’m going to run out of time and then you’ll be in serious trouble.’
With a huge sigh, Hermione sat down on the blanket, wriggling her bottom as she pulled down her knickers. She wasn’t at all happy about raising her skirt and revealing her most intimate area to Lucius’ gaze and almost wished he would dispel the light so neither of them could see, but Hermione understood that she had to do so in order for him to cast a decent lubrication charm. With the speed with which he seemed to be intent on completing this whole transaction, she couldn’t risk stalling for too long or Lucius might decide not to bother with the charm, which she knew was purely for her benefit rather than his.
Hermione lay back, closing her eyes and opening her legs, all the while trying to concentrate only on the blanket and enjoy the soft, warm feel of it, the first touch of luxury since she had been brought to this prison Merlin only knew how long ago, and forget about what was about to happen with Lucius.
‘You are truly beautiful, Hermione,’ Lucius told her, his voice a hushed whisper of appreciation. ‘I wish I had time to make love to you properly but, alas, we have minutes rather than hours.’
Hermione bit her lip as his hand brushed over her mound, fingers stroking first her clitoris and then her vulva, probing and pressing as she tried desperately to remain calm. She gasped as his fingers slid inside her, tight and uncomfortable, making her heart pound with fear that she had made a mistake. But it was too late to stop now.
There was a sudden cool feeling, the lubrication charm working to provide the moisture required to ease Lucius’ access, his fingers working to spread it where it was most needed, then Hermione felt the weight of him on top of her; his fingers gone and his cock already pressing against her tight entrance, eager to replace them.
Please don’t let it hurt too much, she prayed silently, although she had no expectation of anyone listening.
‘Just relax,’ Lucius murmured in her ear.
But Hermione couldn’t relax and his words, designed to reassure, just made her tense up even more, knowing what was about to happen. She gave a small cry as he entered her, unable to stop herself although the pain was less intense than she had expected, her mind conjuring up images of agony that never bore fruit. Instead, it was just uncomfortable, although the lubrication was definitely helping.
She lay still as Lucius moved on top of her, wondering why it was that everyone seemed so eager to have sex when it was such an anti-climax. Maybe it was just her; after all, Lucius seemed to be enjoying it well enough. Perhaps she needed to try to get into the spirit of it more.
Opening her eyes, finally, Hermione stared up at Lucius. His eyes were closed, an expression of pure joy on his face. He really was enjoying it; whispered words telling her just how much as he continued to thrust deep inside her. He had been right, though, the uncomfortable feeling was gone and had been replaced by something far more interesting.
Hermione found herself moving in time with Lucius, their bodies rubbing deliciously against each other where they met, and now she realised how the desire to take time and build up to this would make the act even more satisfying, how being completely naked, bare skin brushing against bare skin, would elevate it to a whole new level of enjoyment.
Lucius wasn’t the only one making noises now. Hermione found herself gasping and mewling as the feeling of Lucius’ cock inside her transported her to a new level of consciousness; a realisation that her body could elicit such pleasure.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down, her mouth seeking out his for a kiss that could only increase the intimacy between them, but as her lips brushed against his, Lucius jerked away and out of her, sitting back, his eyes blasting a look of fury.
‘No touching,’ he growled.
Hermione stared at him in surprise. ‘I was just trying to make it more intimate. . . .’ She found her voice trailing off under the intensity of his anger.
‘This is a business transaction, not a romantic interlude,’ Lucius told her gruffly. ‘Get on your hands and knees.’
‘But—’
‘I said, get on your hands and knees.’ It was clear that Lucius had no intention of changing his mind.
Unhappy about the turn events had suddenly taken, Hermione considered refusing Lucius’ command. She had no idea what he was going to do, and with the flaring of his anger, she was suddenly afraid.
‘Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it just as much . . . more, probably,’ Lucius said, trying to get his temper under control. ‘We haven’t got all day. Now move!’
Grudgingly, Hermione moved, more aware than ever of how much Lucius could see of her lower body in this new position. There was that cooling sensation again as Lucius cast another lubrication charm and the feeling of his hand gently stroking her bottom for a few seconds before he moved behind her, his hands now holding tight to her hips as he thrust into her again with a loud moan.
‘Oh fuck, yes, that feels good,’ Lucius groaned.
Hermione was soon moaning, too. In this new position, the feelings that had been building inside her with Lucius’ movements were more intense, almost unbearable in their beauty as if he was filling her completely and every slight movement was enough to stimulate nerve-endings she had never known existed before.
Lucius had found a steady rhythm, pounding away, his hands never moving from their place on either side of her hips, his moans of pleasure matching each thrust, coalescing with Hermione’s as the speed increased following an imperative that neither voiced but both seemed to understand implicitly.
Without warning, Hermione squealed, her body bucking as the unbearable ache inside her blossomed into an overwhelming feeling of warmth and peace, and something more, like a million points of light, erupting and exploding out of her in a need to be free.
Distantly she could hear Lucius, his cries once more a match to her own; suddenly all was still as he stopped moving, a guttural cry of ecstasy ripped from his throat. Then he was leaving her, his body removing itself from her presence, leaving Hermione feeling suddenly bereft. A few seconds later she collapsed onto the blanket.
Lucius, who had already used his wand to clean himself and get dressed, looked down at Hermione. He waved his wand to clean her, too. She was lying on his cloak, a look of bliss on her face but he couldn’t bring himself to remove her and take it back. It was a small enough sacrifice after the immense amount of pleasure she had just given him.
Mudblood she may be, but she was without a doubt absolutely gorgeous and Lucius knew he had to leave before she started arousing him again. Anyway, Antonin would be wondering where he had got to. He had probably expected Lucius to demand another blowjob not full sex.
‘I need to leave now,’ he told her, his voice husky with the desire that still consumed him.
‘You said you were going to help me escape.’ Hermione looked up at him, a tinge of anxiety in her face.
Lucius sighed loudly. ‘I am, but not at the moment. I’m expected for guard duty and there’s no way I can do anything during that.’
Hermione had sat up now, her arms wrapped around her legs as she stared at him accusingly.
‘You don’t have any intention of freeing me, do you?’
‘Of course I do. I told you I would. But it has to be at the right time, Hermione, and that’s not now. Soon, though. I promise. I’ll see you soon.’
Lucius left the cell, leaving Hermione in darkness once more. It took her a few minutes to realise that he had left his cloak, the one he had transfigured. She felt around for her knickers and put them back on, then wrapped herself in the blanket; tears now rolled down her cheeks as she thought back over what had just happened between her and Lucius, her heart breaking as she faced the possibility that she was never going to get free.
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