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The Downfall of Greed	By : tcarlson Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 40824 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Shit shit shit shit shit! Did I really yell her name out?

“I am permitted to call you whatever I’d like to call you,” I snapped. “You, however, do not have the privilege of calling me by my given name like you did.”

“Sorry.” She looked down nervously at her hands. “It slipped out. I didn’t mean to. But you have never called me ‘Hermione’ before. It’s always been ‘Miss. Granger’ or ‘girl’ or ‘Mudblood’. You’ve always been so impersonal.”

“Quiet! That’s enough. You forget who the master is and who the servant is here. I do not need to explain myself to you.”

She settled down under the covers and faced away from me. “I said I was sorry,” she said quietly.

I laid back and switched off the light. I had a feeling we both were awake for a long time, staring into the dark and thinking about what exactly my slip-up could have meant.

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The next morning, breakfast was a quiet affair. It was just Draco and me at the table since Narcissa had run off to her sister’s in a huff. Draco was still trying to come to grips with what he witnessed the night before and I was just not in the mood to fill the silence.

I had slipped out of bed before the girl woke up and avoided her the rest of the day. I buried myself in unnecessary work and tried not to think of her waiting for me in my room.

I resigned myself to another depressing meal with Draco at dinnertime and was not disappointed. We pushed around our food with only the ticking of the clock to entertain us.

Near the end of the meal, Draco loudly put his cutlery down and looked at me, “What’s wrong, Father?” he asked.

I sniffed disdainfully and carefully took another bite of potato. “Nothing, Draco.”

His eyes narrowed. “Something happened last night that’s put you in a right mood today and I know it wasn’t witnessing the Weasleys’ deaths so that only leaves the Mudblood. What has happened with her?”

“It’s none of your concern and I would appreciate it if you dropped it.”

“Did you have a fight?”

“Draco….” I warned.

“Listen. I don’t know why, but for some reason Hermione Granger has made you happy.” He put his hand up to stop my protest. “You’re different, Father. More relaxed. Lighter on your feet. I see you smiling when you think no one is looking. You never smiled before.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I don’t like her. In fact, I downright hate her, but I love the effect she’s had on you.” He stood up and pushed in his chair. “Why don’t you bring her down to the library for our after-dinner drinks? I’ll behave, she’ll forgive you or you’ll forgive her for whatever happened, and then I won’t have to suffer through your sulking.”

He left me alone with that thought and a strange urge to actually take his advice.

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An hour later, I sat in the library with a nice glass of red wine. I looked up when Draco sat across from me in the matching leather chair in front of the fire. His eyes widened when he noticed the figure nervously kneeling by my feet on the floor with her own small glass of wine.

“Miss. Granger,” he acknowledged. She gave a small nod in response.

“Help yourself to the wine, Draco,” I offered. “It’s Elf-made and very old.”

“Are we celebrating something?” he asked as he accepted a glass from one of the House elves. He looked pointedly at the demure girl. I quickly untangled my fingers from her hair. I didn’t even realize that I had been stoking her glossy locks.

“Do I need a reason to crack open my finest bottle of wine?”

“Usually.”

“I assure you that there is no reason.” No reason except for the personal triumph I had made with the girl in the previous hour. I had her basically crawling after me down the stairs to sit submissively at my side with the mere mention of the possibility of a book. The events of the night before and the boredom of the day had affected her and she was desperate for stimulation – of the mind that is. I had planned to give her another type of stimulation… later. Yes, once again, I had reinstated myself as the unquestionable wielder of power in this relationship. My mishap from the night before was all but forgotten.

“Mmmm… This is quite good. I do believe Professor Snape would enjoy it. You should have invited him. He’ll be upset that you didn’t share.” The girl beside me fidgeted uneasily at the mention of Severus’s name.

I sighed. “Did he contact you and ask you to gauge how angry I am at him?”

“Honestly, Father, I don’t understand why you are mad with him. He is your closest friend and he’s done worse in the past than being envious of something you own.”

“He has an unnatural obsession with her and I would rather him stay away until he can control himself.”

“I’m sure Professor Snape would restrain himself as to not provoke the Dark Lord’s wrath. Plus, she seems to know that the Dark Lord has only permitted you to touch her.”

“Indeed.” I looked down at the girl who was staring blankly into the fire, a slight blush upon her cheeks. Lifting her up gently by the hand, I led her to stand in front of me and then draped her across my lap. She fell with a tiny squeak and ducked her head to hide her deepening blush. Draco looked uncomfortable. “Would you ever let another besides your master touch you?”

She responded with a faint “No, sir”.

“Not even Professor Snape? Even if he tempted you with false promises of rescuing you and returning you to the Order in exchange for your body?”

“Never, sir.”

“Who do you belong to?” She frowned and seemed to struggle with that answer. I knew we were both thinking about when I had to give her up to the Dark Lord. I rephrased the question. “Who is your master now?”

She hesitated, hating the word master, but then looked at the books stacked around her longingly. Licking her lips, she looked into my eyes. “You, sir.”

“What a good submissive my girl is.” I traced her cheek with my finger and watched her eyes close contently. I had the urge to ravish her there and then. “Draco, I advise you to leave. Quickly.” I heard him scramble to across the room. When the door shut, I attacked her mouth. She made a needy sound and wound her arms around me.

I picked her up without breaking the kiss and made my way to the door to bring her upstairs. She leaned away. “A book?” she reminded me. I growled in frustration. How could she still be thinking about a book? “You promised!” I grabbed the closest book, shoved it into her hands, and continued the kiss while climbing the stairs.

I threw her onto the bed and stepped back to rid myself of my clothes. She held the book in her hands as if it were gold. She glanced at the title and her face fell. “Goblin Banking in Britain 1800-1850,” she read in a disappointed voice. I gave her a warning look as I loosened my tie. “Not that I’m complaining…” She set the book on the nightstand and pulled off her robe.

When I looked up again, she had settled against the pillows fully naked and was watching me undress. I felt a thrill go through me at the sight of her full and eager attention on me. I quickly finished undressing and joined her on the bed.

We lay beside each other, facing the other but barely touching. She shyly brought up a hand and put it over my heart. I tucked a stray curl behind her ear so her face wasn’t hidden.

“What’s changed?” she mused in a whisper.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s changed,” I answered gruffly.

“It’s stopped feeling like rape. It’s stopped feeling like a duty or a survival strategy to let you have your way.” She sighed and laid her head down against my chest. “I can’t explain it and I’m still not convinced it isn’t some twisted form of Stockholm Syndrome. It’s just different.”

I pushed her away. “Everything is the same. This is only me preparing you for the Dark Lord’s use.”

She sat up and leaned over me so I was forced to look up into her eyes. “You are many things, Lucius Malfoy,” she stated, “but I have never known you to be a liar. You’ve never lied to me so don’t start lying now.” She leaned down and kissed me softly. “You don’t have to admit it out loud, just don’t lie to me.”

She settled back down and snuggled against me. My arms automatically held her close. “You are too bold, Mudblood. And you talk too much. One would think I haven’t taught you anything during your time here.” My words, meant to come out with venom, sounded far too adoring for my taste. She giggled and kissed my neck.

I was content to just fall asleep with her in my arms that night. No sex, no games, no torture. Just the two of us in our own little world where nothing was expected of either of us.

Merlin. What had she done to me?
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