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A World Not Fit To Live In	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 78216 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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*Wicked Games written by Chris Isaak, produced by Eric Jacobson. Released in 1990 as a single.
Chapter Twenty-Fine
BETA love: RaynePhoenix2
It was the wee hours of the morning and Lucius couldn’t sleep. Hermione’s last words kept reverberating in his head like a metronome.
“You can’t even defend yourself, can you?! Instead, you just take the final word by sending me to my room, invoking the disgusting bond. You’re pathetic!”
He was pathetic. Responding to her declaration the way he had was adolescent behavior at best, infantile at worst. He should have asked her to leave more politely. He should have told her he needed time to calm down and think.
It was all he had been doing since the door between their rooms had slammed into place. At first, he had paced like a maniac, unbelieving and angry – so very angry. It took a while for him to realize that his rage was directed at the Dark Lord. He needed to know if Hermione’s declaration that Tom Riddle was a Half-blood was true. It couldn’t be true – could it?
A quick floo call later, and Severus hesitantly confirmed Hermione’s words. Lucius was glad that the floo call meant his friend could not see his cheeks darken with rage and betrayal. Outwardly, he maintained a detached cool. He thanked Severus and retreated back to his room.
Their room.
His gaze roamed the space. Her clothes were in his wardrobe, her book was on the nightstand on her side of the bed. He knew his shower was filled with feminine soaps and shampoos. There were other subtle changes that the elves had made – a vanity with an upholstered pouffe took up space near a window, another hook had been installed at the foot of the bed for her robe.
Somehow it had become their room – and he had banished her from it. A sliver of guilt sliced through him but he pushed it away, still too upset by the unsettling events of the evening and the triumphant look on her face as she shattered a long-held ideation.
Lucius forced himself through his nighttime ablutions before crawling into bed. It was only moments before his guilt returned, along with a rock in the pit of his stomach. How on Earth had he become so used to sleeping with someone? He was forty-three-years-old and had never actually shared his bed. Narcissa would join him for intimacies but would always retreat tactfully to her own chambers at some point after, and he had never shared her room. He had only been sharing his bed with Hermione for a few weeks, and yet the loss of her presence left him chilled.
Lucius tossed and turned for the next few hours. He called for Bilby and asked the elf to retrieve Jupiter for company. An hour later, the dog was completely passed out at the foot of the bed and had really been no comfort at all. No, he wanted the young woman – not the loving dog.
Even though Lucius was angry at her – not her, but her smugness; her self-righteousness – he missed her. He still wanted her with him. He cast a tempus charm, peering blearily through the darkness, to find it was a little after four o’clock in the morning. He sat up, letting the bedsheets fall to his waist, and ran an exasperated hand down his face.
Lucius knew in that moment that he would not sleep a wink without apologizing for his anger. None of this was the girl’s fault, he should not have lashed out at her. Not even bothering to put on a robe, he slipped out of bed and padded to the hidden entrance of Hermione’s suite.
He found her in a restless sleep, her breathing uneven, and her arms curled around a hot water bottle pressed to her lower abdomen. Silently, he slipped into the bed behind her and wrapped an arm under her breasts before pulling her back flush to his front. For the first time all evening, Lucius’ body relaxed.
He nuzzled his nose into the hair at the back of her neck just as she murmured, “Lucius?” Her voice was raspy with sleep.
“Yes,” he answered quietly. “I couldn’t sleep. I realize what a pompous arse I’ve been.”
The low chuckle that left her made his chest warm. “You have given me much to think about tonight,” he told her quietly. “I can’t promise not to argue with you more about everything, but right now I just wish to sleep beside you. May I stay? Can you forgive me my temper?”
“Yes,” she breathed out on a sigh. The word answered both questions and, shortly thereafter, she was wiggling her bum into the cradle of his hips to get closer to him.
“Thank you.” His voice was a bit choked with her sweetness, but he forced himself to continue. He gently pushed her hair out of the way, so he would be more comfortable before telling her, “Sleep, kitten. We’ll talk more soon.”
“G’night Lucius.”
“Goodnight, Hermione.”
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The next week passed in a blur of activity for those at Malfoy Manor. The morning after the graduation party, an owl delivered instructions for Hermione to be collected every day for four days in a row where she would be taken to the Ministry to sit her NEWT examinations. She would be tested in all subjects, which horrified her as she had dropped several after her third year and a couple more after her OWLs to focus on the ones she felt would be most beneficial for a career at the Ministry.
Lucius found her adorably amusing, Draco voiced his concern for satisfying the bond and not having his slave around to do his bidding. Until he realized she had her period. Then he bemoaned the disgustingness of having to take her while she bled. He commanded she use tampons and took her arse once two days in to her period and waited until she was done bleeding to fuck her again.
Hermione blocked it all out. She had to. In true Hermione fashion, nothing could divert her focus from the exams.
She was dismayed that her proctor was none other than Dolores Umbridge, who felt Hermione being tested was a massive waste of government time. Hermione did her best to ignore the woman, which was made much easier after she heard the toad complaining to a co-worker about how she hadn’t been invited to the now infamous graduation party.
The first day she took the Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, and Charms exams. The following two days was Care of Magical Creatures, Dark Arts and their Defense (to be honest, there wasn’t a lot of defense on the exam), History of Magic, Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy. The last day, she wasn’t collected until two o’clock in the afternoon. She completed her Muggle Studies and Divination exams before she was given a (very) light supper, allowed to rest, and then taken to the observatory to complete her Astronomy exam.
She slept for an entire twenty-four hours following her Astronomy exam under Lucius’ protection and against Draco’s wishes. Even though she had been practically comatose and utterly distracted when she was at the Manor, Draco had satisfied the bond daily (after her monthly had abated) and Lucius twice.
It was a week after the party, and Hermione found herself finishing another wandless magic lesson. Still not feeling completely herself after her brutal examination schedule, coupled with Draco’s attentions and layered with Snarky Snape, she was in a very whingy mood.
“Do we have to do this now? I’m exhausted.”
“I know you are, Miss Granger,” Lucius answered her sympathetically. “However, I wish to know where your Occlumency skills lay for certain. Being tired and having someone as skilled as Severus Snape enter your mind will tell me if your defenses can be broken. We need you to always be able to keep the Dark Lord out of your important memories, my dear.”
Hermione felt her anxiety climb. Her gaze flicked back and forth between Snape and Lucius before she finally nodded her consent. Severus replaced her collar and Hermione felt the familiar lock down of her power. She sighed with regret. She hated putting the collar back on, but they needed to know how well she could keep Voldemort out with it on. It had been a miracle that she escaped her last interview with the megalomaniac without her mind being invaded.
Quickly and effectively, Hermione let her mind shut down. She raised her subtle shields and pushed less significant, but still somewhat important, memories to the front before she mixed them with thoughts from her childhood, her time at Hogwarts, Draco’s abuse, and Lucius’ “feigned” affections. She knew the goal was to keep Snape from accessing her memories of Lucius hiding her power, Theo telling her his secret, and Hermione’s knowledge of Snape’s true allegiance.
Fifteen minutes later, she stood before the Headmaster as Lucius looked on, his mouth set in a grim line. Sweat beaded on her brow, but the subtle upturn of Snape’s mouth told her she had succeeded.
“Brilliant, Miss Granger.” Snape told her before turning to Lucius. “Her mind is veritable labyrinth. He’ll never know she’s Occluding.”
Lucius’ grin spread wide on his face. “Good.”
“Come sit by the fire, Miss Granger,” Snape continued a breath of a moment later. “I have your test results with me today.”
“Oh my God!” Both men watched with a mixture of amusement and exasperation as Hermione completely bypassed the chair which was indicated to her and paced relentlessly before the hearth.
After watching her pace for a moment, Lucius took Hermione by the wrist before leading her to the settee and pulling her down to sit with him. Severus, shaking his head with mock annoyance, handed an official looking letter to the girl.
“Do you know what they say?” she asked him as she looked up with wide, worried eyes.
“This is honestly more terrifying to you than going before the Dark Lord, isn’t it?” Severus asked with a light sneer.
“Of course, it is – these are test results! NEWT results!”
Both men chuckled before Severus answered her previous question. “I do know what your results are. Open the envelope, Miss Granger.”
Taking a deep breath, Hermione opened her correspondence.
She let the form letter fall away as she searched for the breakdown of grades. She held her breath as she read:
Ancient Runes – Outstanding
Arithmancy – Outstanding
Astronomy – Exceeds Expectations
Care of Magical Creatures – Exceeds Expectations
Charms – Outstanding
Dark Arts and their Defense – Acceptable
Divination – Acceptable
Herbology – Outstanding
History of Magic – Exceeds Expectations
Muggle Studies – Poor
Potions – Outstanding
Transfiguration – Outstanding

Pass: 11
Fail: 1
Congratulations on your eleven NEWTs!
Severus waited for the girl to burst into tears. He was no fool – she would have done much, much better had she been given the opportunity to study. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she had earned all twelve NEWTs with an Exceeds Expectations or better. However, the fact that she received eleven NEWTs after a year on the run, followed by the hell she had been through was beyond impressive. Even for Hermione Granger.
He was surprised when the only thing she did was pass her results to a curious Lucius before she looked up at him with a serious expression that was belied with bemused eyes.
“Tell me – how in the word did I pass Divination but fail Muggle Studies when I was raised Muggle?” When Severus snorted a laugh (they all knew that the Muggle Studies Curriculum under Voldemort was skewed), she cracked a grin. Much to the surprise of everyone in the room, she stood and wrapped her arms around his middle in a fierce hug.
Severus locked eyes with Lucius for a moment before patting her awkwardly on the back. “Congratulations, Miss Granger. A very spectacular result, considering your circumstances.”
When the girl pulled away, she turned a bashful expression on her captor. “Congratulations, Hermione,” he said kindly before reaching out a hand to her and pulling her to sit back next to him. Severus looked away as his long-time friend pressed an affectionate kiss to the girl’s temple.

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It had been a week; a week since the party and a week since their fight. A lot had happened since then. She had taken her NEWTs! She still couldn’t believe she pulled off eleven passing scores. However, now that her exams were over, she couldn’t stop thinking about her fight with Lucius the prior Saturday night.
Hermione had felt tremendous relief when Lucius had come to her bed that night. She hadn’t wanted to fight with him. She had known she couldn’t fault him for being who he was - for being who he had always been – a Pureblood supremist. He was her protector, after all. It would not do to upset him and lose his support.
At least that’s what she had told herself.
It wasn’t because, despite her anger, her heart had fallen on the floor when he sent her from his room.
It certainly wasn’t because she could hardly breathe due to fear he would never kiss her again.
It wasn’t because she cared for him or was falling for him.
After all, it would be foolish to fall for such a man. A bigot. A Death Eater. A bloody, sodding Malfoy! No, she was just making the best of a dreadful situation. Right? Right!
She had just dozed off when he had come to her room and crept into her bed. He had whispered words of apology for his anger and admitted she had given him much to think about. He had said they would talk later, so she had allowed herself to enjoy the comfort and security of his arms as she felt that pesky sense of hope rear it’s teasing little head. Hope that she could sway him. Hope that all was not lost. Lavender’s note had been a simple question. Can LM be turned? Hermione’s life would be so much easier if he could.
As he had drifted off to sleep behind her, she had contemplated what she could say to help him change his views. Looking back on their argument, she could see why he had become defensive. She realized that with a man like Lucius Malfoy, it might be better to lead him to the pool of enlightenment and wait for him to swim on his own rather than force him into the water.
Only now it was a week later, and they had not broached the subject again. Because of this, each passing day her heart broke a little bit more. Granted, the four days of testing her NEWTS had been a huge distraction, but it had still weighed on the back of her mind. The past couple of days it had practically been all she could think about. How could he care about her as much as he seemed to and still believe her blood made her unworthy? Unworthy to share his world. It didn’t make sense. It was a contradiction he explained by simply saying she was the exception to the norm. How convenient. How obtuse.
Lucius had clearly sensed her growing distance, and with each day seemed to dote on her a little bit more. It was obvious to her that he had not changed his mind and was not going to apologize for his beliefs. He simply wanted them to move past it and carry on as they had been before. Hermione’s hope for him to change was fading fast.
All of this was weighing heavy on her mind when she arrived at breakfast on Sunday. Of course, the moment she sat down and Draco peeked over his paper and said, “Tomorrow you will resume your morning visits to my room after Father is finished with you,” her thoughts moved from Lucius’ future to her own. Because of her NEWTS, and then Lucius allowing her to sleep all day Friday, the routine of her going to Draco in the mornings had been put on hold. Her reprieve was at an end.
It was with great effort that she kept herself from rolling her eyes and throwing her croissant at his arrogant and sadistic head. Instead, she showed no emotion and didn’t grant him a response. There was no need to. They all knew the bond would give her no choice but to obey.
After a moment, Draco took a sip of coffee before announcing, “I’m off. The Dark Lord is sending me to check out a four-year-old Mudblood who just manifested her magic. Going to put a trace on her.”
“A trace?” Hermione couldn’t resist asking.
Draco looked at her disdainfully. “Yes, a trace,” the blond responded condescendingly. “He feels the Ministry has been lax in its monitoring and that these abominations should be watched closely until they are dealt with.”
“Dealt with?”
“That will do, Draco. Say no more,” Lucius commanded quietly without moving his eyes from his paper.
“Well, she asked.” Draco responded with a sneer and a mocking tone. “It wouldn’t do to be impolite, now would it?”
“And you answered. Good luck on your quest, Draco.” Lucius replied with his own signature haughty drawl.
With that, Draco tossed his napkin on the table and left without another word.
When the silence had screamed for longer than a minute, Hermione demanded in a whisper, “What did he mean by…dealt with?”
Lucius sipped his coffee without responding and folded his paper. “Why don’t we eat and then you can spend some well-earned time with your mother. Afterwards you can enjoy the fresh air of a walk to the barn before mucking the stalls.”
What? It was a second before Hermione realized he was still playing his role. She chanced a glance about the room and noticed Ediva and Abraxas watching them astutely.
Subverting her eyes to her plate, she responded simply with a “Yes sir”, hoping that this meant he would explain later.
It was after ten-thirty when Lucius finally escorted Hermione to the stables with an excited Jupiter on their heels. The air was crisp, and the walk was invigorating. For the middle of July, it was rather cool outside.
The minute they were inside the barn, Lucius turned to her. “I thought I might take you riding. Would you like that?”
“With you on the horse with me?”
“Well, no. Although we could ride bareback and you could sit in front of me on Zeus if you prefer.”
“Yes! I would like the second option. I can maybe build up to riding on my own.”
Lucius chuckled at her nervousness. “You really don’t like anything where your feet aren’t on the ground, do you?” He grinned mischievously, and before she could respond he took two steps and pulled her close. His lips grazed her ear and his breath tickled her skin when he whispered, “Well, with the exception of one thing. You do seem to enjoy them over my shoulders if memory serves.”
“Lucius!” she playfully scolded and slapped his arm. Hermione liked his playful and flirtatious teasing, but there was a small part of her that was uncomfortable. That piece of her that felt ashamed for enjoying his caresses. That sliver of her that knew falling for this man would end up breaking her heart. After all, he was still her enemy’s minion when it came down to it. He was not really on her side.
Lucius didn’t let go of her. He peppered soft kisses along her neck and drank in her scent. Because of her NEWTS and her exhaustion, he had only taken her a couple times the past week and it was all he could do not to throw her down and devour her.
Instead, he kissed her temple and stepped back as he looked around the stables. He spotted his white Arabian, Zeus, in one of the stalls to the right. When he approached, he found the miniature pony, Mony, in the stall alongside the beast. For some reason, the largest stallion in the barn had an affection for the pony whom the other stallions scorned and ignored.
Lucius internally pondered again how much Draco had changed. The boy used to love his little pony so much that he would sneak out to the barn at night to watch over him and make sure he was okay. Just this past Christmas break Narcissa had thrown a fit because Draco had sneaked the pony into his bedroom suite on a particularly cold night. But now? Now Lucius doubted Draco had thought about Mony even once in the past few months.
“Oh, my goodness! Is that a miniature pony?” Hermione asked when she stepped up beside Lucius and peered over the stall.
“Yes. This is Mony. He belongs to Draco.”
“He’s so cute!” She looked up at Lucius and suggested with a teasing smile, “How about you go ride Zeus and I’ll stay here with Jupiter and Mony?”
Lucius chuckled and contemplated her for a minute. “Tell you what; how about you ride bareback with me for a quick trail ride? If you hate it, I’ll never ask you to ride again.”
Hermione thought for a moment. “Compromise, I like it.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent.”
Hermione watched as Lucius looped a lead over the stallion’s head and led him out of the stall. Mony let out a small whinny and followed on Zeus’ heels.
Lucius accio’d a bridle with his wand and quickly had it placed on the horse. Hermione couldn’t help but to recall the charmed-to-fit bridle Draco had put on her just a couple weeks before. She felt badly for the animal. “Does he have to wear that?”
“What? A bridle?”
“Yes, does he have to? Because they are very awkward, and the bit tastes terrible in the mouth.”
Lucius pulled the reins over the horse’s neck. “What are you talking about? How could you possibly know that? The horses are used to it. It’s well known it doesn’t bother them,” he responded in a somewhat dismissive way.
Hermione had to hold her tongue. For some reason his matter-of-fact rebuttal irritated her. Did this man simply believe everything he was told? Did he question nothing?
She kept her tone calm and her know-it-all-ness to minimum. Her voice was soft and regretful. “I know because Draco used a bridle like this on me not very long ago.”
“What?” he snapped, his eyes wide with complete shock.
“Yes. He charmed one to fit me and forced the metal bit into my mouth. It tasted terrible and hurt my tongue and lips,” she said simply as she pet Zeus’s neck. “If it doesn’t bother them, then it’s only because they have adapted to it. I can assure you it’s a very unpleasant experience.”
Lucius simply stared at her as she continued to stroke the horse’s mane and shoulder. After a moment, he looked back at his horse and checked the bit to make sure it was fitted properly. “Well,” he whispered. “I’ll be more mindful in the future.”
He led Zeus out into the midday sun towards a large tree stump. Lucius stepped onto it and then jumped up onto Zeus’ back, swinging a leg over as he went. He looked down at Hermione and held his hand out to her. “Step on the stump and jump and I’ll pull you up and over. Or I can cast a levicorpus if you prefer.
Hermione shook her head. “No, I’ll jump.”
Five minutes later Hermione was tucked in front of Lucius, her back cradled to his front. They made their way down an obvious well-used path towards some woods. The stallion moved at a leisurely pace and Hermione spotted Mony on their heels, following his best friend Zeus along the trail.
Lucius noticed her watching the pony. “He always does this. If I’m going on a longer ride or plan to jump any fences, I’ll make him stay behind. But he likes to follow.”
After another minute, he asked, “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, this is very nice. Thank you.” She meant it. It was a gorgeous day and it felt delicious to breathe the fresh air. For a few moments, Hermione closed her eyes and just listened. The patter of large and small hoofs on the trail along with the light breeze through the trees and the soft expiratory huffs out of the horse’s nostrils were very calming and, after a little while, Hermione felt herself truly relax.
Despite the tranquility, Hermione’s thoughts drifted back to breakfast. “Lucius?” she said lightly.
“Hmm?” he asked in a breathy and relaxed tenor.
“What was Draco talking about at breakfast? What did he mean when he said, ‘until the Muggleborns are dealt with?’”
She felt Lucius shift behind her. “I don’t want you to get upset, Hermione.”
“Just tell me. Please,” she asked resignedly, realizing it would likely be something horrible.
“A few months ago, the Dark Lord began exploring a different approach to…handling Muggleborns. He realized that in order to appeal to the masses, he would need a more palatable approach to the issue.”
He stopped speaking for a moment as though to gather his thoughts. Hermione turned her head and kissed his right arm in reassurance to continue.
“He held a meeting with a select few of us to discuss options. One of them, the one he and the rest of us felt was the most humane of the suggestions, was given the go-ahead.” He paused for a moment and then instructed her with trepidation, “Hermione, do not yell and do not startle the horse. Do you understand?”
She rolled her eyes and responded in a loud whisper, “Yes, of course. For Godric’s sake, just tell me!”
“As Headmaster, Severus has access to Mud – Muggleborns’ names and locations as their magic manifests. A potioneer in Bangkok has developed an elixir that will wipe out a child’s magic completely. They would simply be visited by a witch or wizard and forced to consume the potion. Afterwards, the child, as well as all involved Muggles, would be obliviated of all memory of any magic.”
Hermione didn’t say anything as the words sunk in.
“The child would never enter the magical world and therefore the influence of outsiders in our world would cease. There would be no torture and no killing. The children would live out their lives as Muggles, the way nature intended.”
Hermione felt sick. “The way nature intended?”
He didn’t seem to hear her. “Of course, now that he has announced a breeding program, I don’t know how this will all work.”
“Lucius, I’m going to be sick. Stop.” Her words were soft and low but abrupt.
Lucius pulled the reins and halted the horse before sliding off and assisting Hermione. The minute her feet hit the soft ground she retched, although nothing came up.
“Are you alright?”
Hermione righted herself and took the handkerchief Lucius handed her. “Did you agree with this plan?”
Lucius stared at her without expression.
She said nothing in return, but her somber eyes screamed their rebuke.
Lucius threw his hands in the air. “It’s far more kind than the other options, let me assure you!”
Hermione stared at him in total dismay. “Did you even stop to consider what you would be doing to those children? Did you think about the ramifications? Magical children and non-magical children have slightly different DNA, Lucius. Muggleborns are protected by their magic from a young age. It wards away diseases that they would otherwise be prone to. You can’t just take that away and leave them vulnerable!! There is more to being born magical than simply being able to cast spells! It’s an integral part of who they are! It’s why squibs still have to be treated by medi-witches and -wizards. Muggle medicine doesn’t work on them! They might not be able to use their magic, but it’s inside of them and they need it to survive! If you take that integral part away from a Muggleborn, you may as well cut out their heart as well!”
Lucius stared at her and then responded tiredly, “Well then what would have us do, Hermione? What is the answer? How do we solve the Muggleborn crisis?”
Tears filled Hermione’s eyes as his words ripped at her heart. She stepped up to him and took his cheeks into her palms. Her chocolate gaze was pleading and desperate. “Am I a crisis, Lucius? Am I dangerous to your world? Am I a threat?” Her eyes were blazing. “What is so terrible about me?” She wanted to rage at him and tell him how wrong he was, but she had convinced herself that was the wrong way to go. He needed to come to it on his own. So instead she simply kissed his lips and whispered, “You told me to fight, Lucius. What am I fighting for if even you don’t truly believe in me?”
His eyes grew misty and his expression was pained. She didn’t understand. This wasn’t about her. It was about… It was about… Suddenly, Lucius didn’t know. He absently sat on a large root that came up out of the ground and stared straight ahead, not seeing anything.
He was so tired of this fight. He had not forgotten their argument and he had not disregarded her words. It had all been weighing heavy on his mind. He had simply kept the internal battle to himself as his conclusions flipped from one extreme to the opposite more than once over the past week. She was right. In his heart, he knew she was. The Dark Lord was a loose cannon. He did not value life. He did not care about others. He simply craved power and used intimidation, manipulation, and torture to achieve it.
In truth, Lucius was ashamed, and he didn’t want to admit what was staring him in the face. Only every time he looked at her – every time he marveled at her magical abilities, her brilliance, her beauty, and her humor – It was a reminder of how wrong he had been. He couldn’t get away from the truth if he tried.
It was time he admitted it.
It was time he stopped being a coward.
Lucius watched this little witch who was changing everything. He watched as she stroked Mony behind his ears. He was so close to telling her the truth.
Hermione knew it was a lost cause, and it was bittersweet when Lucius stepped up behind her and enveloped her in his arms. He would never come around, she was sure of it now. She would tell Snape she felt Lucius could not be turned. She would let Theo know that Lucius would not be part of the solution.
But then he spoke. “It’s a humbling and discouraging thing to discover you’ve been wrong about something that you prided yourself on. To find out that the terrible things you’ve done in your life and that you were convinced were justified, were actually senseless and pointless, is more upsetting than you can possibly imagine, Hermione. I lost my wife and I’ve lost countless friends all for nothing. To admit I’ve not only been on the wrong side of things, but that I’ve pledged myself to a…” he swallowed heavily. He had never said this out loud. “…to a madman.” He dropped his arms and walked away, his back to her. “How do I reconcile that? How do I look in the mirror and face the man I’ve been?”
Hermione was so surprised by his admission that she fell to her haunches and covered her mouth. She was overcome with so much hope and relief that she almost couldn’t speak.
“I never considered myself a coward until you came into my life,” he continued in such a quiet and bereft tone that she almost didn’t hear him.
When he felt her approach, he turned to look at her. “What do I do, Hermione? What do I do with this? If you and I run, he’ll find us. If I let you go, he’ll…he’ll.” He swallowed and stared at her for a second before letting out a sigh. His eyes narrowed with determination. “It doesn’t matter what he’ll do. I’m going to help you, Hermione. Somehow. I promise.”
Hermione stared up at him with so much affection she thought her heart might burst. She wanted to tell him. She wanted to confess about Snape and Theo. He needed to know he wasn’t alone. But those weren’t her secrets to share. She would talk to Snape. She would let the Headmaster know and soon…soon Lucius would realize that there was hope.
In two quick steps she had her arms wrapped around him. “You aren’t a coward, Lucius.” She pulled back and met his eye. “A coward wouldn’t send the wrong MPS results to Voldemort. That took a tremendous amount of courage and I’m so grateful to you. You have done what you could to protect me. You have…”
“No,” he interrupted. “I haven’t! The abuse you’ve endured,” he swallowed, “your father!”
“Sshh, you protected me the best you knew how at the time. We are both alive and there is no guarantee that had you acted differently that that would be the case. My father was killed by Voldemort, not you. If I had run, Draco probably would have gone after them anyway. He would have used them as bait. Both of them might be dead now if we had run.”
He was looking at her with pained eyes.
“We can’t change the past. But knowing that you are on my side…Lucius, that means so much to me. You give me hope and right now there is no greater gift anyone can bestow.”
His eyes remained soft as the back of his right hand moved up to stroke her cheek. Hermione tilted her head into his touch as his eyes moved to her lips and back as though asking permission. She lifted her chin and stared at his mouth.
When his lips touched hers, they were tentative and delicate. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. “What have you done to me?” He asked in an almost anguished voice as his sinuous fingers lifted the bottom of her shirt and grazed along the tender and soft skin of her abdomen. One hand smoothed up to the underside of her bra clad breast and made quick work of pulling the cup down while the other slipped up her back and unlatched her strap with ease.
His breath was heavy as his mouth claimed hers and his teeth gripped her bottom lip. “I’ve never felt this way.”
Her breaths were short pants of air.
“I didn’t know I could feel this way,” he continued in a raw whisper.
She was unable to stop the keen of want that escaped her lips when he plucked her nipple roughly as the hand on her back languidly stroked her skin.
Hermione wanted nothing more than to have this man inside of her right here and right now. She nibbled affectionately along his jaw as her hands began unbuttoning his shirt. When she could wait no longer, she pulled hard causing the buttons to fly in all directions as her hot and wet mouth latched onto his right nipple.
A raspy growl met her ears. “What you do to me… if this isn’t the most powerful kind of witchcraft, I don’t know what is.”
Hermione smiled as she continued to lave and feast on his nipples as her hands explored down his happy trail to the buttons on his jeans. Button fly? she thought to herself in exasperation when she found the impossible to maneuver obstacles.
“Take them off. I want to wrap my mouth around you.”
“Yes!” He choked. His hands grabbed his wand and with a whispered vanishing spell their clothes were sent into the abyss of who knew where.
Hermione fell to her knees only to find the ground soft from a cushioning charm. She felt his hands grasp fistfuls of her wild locks as her mouth plunged over his hardened length. Her tongue ravished his cock as she marveled at how something could be as hard as steel and covered in such soft silk. Hermione felt like she was starving for this wizard as a voracious need to dominate him and show him her desire for him consumed her.
“Fuck,” the blond towering over her whispered. “Hermione, please. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
Hermione didn’t want that either, only because she longed to have him inside her. “Lay on your back.” she commanded.
Lucius’ eyes flicked from her mouth to find her vixen gaze intense. Her lips were plump and wet, and her cheeks were flushed with desire. It was absolutely the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Never. Never in his life had a woman told him what to do during sex. He thought he was going to explode his seed like a sixteen-year-old virgin. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“Now, Lucius!” she demanded.
Lucius fell to ground beside her and lay down with wonder in his eyes as he allowed the witch to take control. She draped her leg over him and teased his length with her sopping slit. “I could get used to this,” she whispered avariciously.
“I’m not complaining,” he responded breathlessly as she sank down onto his length.
Nirvana.
Utopia.
Eden.
No. They weren’t quite right. This was better than that. Better than all of those combined. Euphoria. Yes. Lucius felt tears of pleasure as she began to drive herself up and down at a ravenous pace. He could feel her grind her mons against his pubic bone with each plundering stroke. He looked up to find her head thrown back in ecstasy as her long curls fell back over his thighs. She was a nymph. A Goddess. He was close. Too close. When he reached his hand between them and stroked her hardened nub, a rapturous groan escaped her mouth as her walls clamped down on him. “Oh, God. Lucius,” she cried.
Lucius’ body tensed as he growled out his own depraved wail of pleasure. Neither moved or spoke as they caught their breaths. When at last Hermione looked down at him, Lucius knew she was it. She was the one. He would never want another witch the way he wanted her.
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When they returned to the manor, Tinny greeted them with a knowing smirk. Lucius told her she could continue her day without her collar on, as Draco was gone. The look in his eyes caused her to shiver, and she wondered if the elf sensed the change in her elder master.
They separated for a time. Lucius to do his work; Hermione to take a swim before moving to the library to find some more reading material. When they met again for dinner, Hermione was shocked to find that his magic, and hers as well, positively sizzled at the sight of each other. It caused the tiny hairs at the back of her neck to stand on end.
They went through the motions of the evening – conversation over drinks, dinner, and their quiet reading time sitting close together on the davenport in front of the fire in their room. Or that was what had been intended, anyway.
It started with his fingers in her hair and her head moving to rest in the hollow of his shoulder, both still pretending to read. It ended with him thrusting up into her mouth and him instructing her how to handle his bollocks.
It continued to the shower, where he fucked her up against the shower wall until she screamed his name incoherently.
It ended in his bed. His hands were everywhere; his mouth taking her to untold heights. She came again and again under his ministrations, crying out his name with every crest of her climax. Her pussy was so swollen, and his cock was so engorged with blood that she’d orgasmed as he finally thrust inside of her – even though she had fallen off the cliff only a few moments before.
He had growled in her ear, his voice thick with lust and raspy with desire. He told her how beautiful and sexy she was as he laced his fingers into wild curls that were damp from the combined effort of the aborted shower and their exertions. He held her head in place, drugging her with heady, deep kisses while fucking her slowly. Each pivot of his hips jerked her body, making her gasp and groan into his mouth as he bottomed out in her body again and again.
The movements were as sensuously delicious as they were dizzyingly overwhelming. Everything had changed – everything had changed.
She was elated. Her hopes had risen to impossible heights. She was intoxicated by him to the tips of her toes. He was on her side! She had helped him see the right of things! No longer were they respectful enemies making the best of a bad situation, they were allies now! They were on the same side. They were lovers. The thought had her spiraling towards another release.
“I’m going to come again!” she whispered urgently against his lips. The declaration was rewarded with a deep groan of encouragement as he continued kissing her barmy. She ripped her mouth from his as she hissed, “Lucius, I’m going to come again!”
“Yes!” he told her, moving his kisses to the line of her jaw before sliding a hot tongue down the tendons of her neck. “Come, come. Fall apart for me.”
“Lucius, Lucius, Lucius...” she cried out. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she crested another wave of pleasure. Her body was wound so impossibly tight that when the string snapped, she made inarticulate noises while in the deep recesses of her mind, her sentence continued …I love you!
Snarling noises erupted from the man towering over her as he fucked her hard and fast through her orgasm before claiming his own, jerking into her while each string of his essence coated her insides.
She didn’t remember the aftermath or falling asleep.
The dreams, however…oh the dreams…
Those she remembered.
Heat and fire.
Touches that burned and scorched and consumed her alive.
All while being watched by a pair of molten mercury eyes that set fire to her very heart.
She woke suddenly and fully but did not jerk or jolt. Her throat was dry, and her center was pulsing with need. They had adjusted in their sleep, currently Lucius faced away from her and she was curled into his back. The blankets were at the foot of the over-large bed.
She needed a glass of water. Hell – she needed a whole river of water. How in the word was it that she was aroused again? He had to have made her come at least eight times that day.
She rolled carefully out of bed, trying not to disturb the man. Now that she was fully awake and not mindless with passion, she could more carefully examine her feelings apart from the emotional turmoil of the day.
She remembered thinking that so much had changed as she used the loo, cleaning away the evidence of their lovemaking – and it really had. She had held affection for Lucius, she had held respect for him. Even though she didn’t understand how he continued to believe the rot about Muggleborns, she had not faulted him his opinion and upbringing. Despite the fact he had been taught to loath her, he had made sure she was safe and fed, clothed and warm. He had been kind to her and his kindness had grown the longer he had her in his care.
As she washed her hands, she continued her train of thought. She had come to realize he held an affection for her. That he had grown to care for her. For the first time, however, she wondered if what he was feeling could truly be more. Tinny had told her that Lucius loved her. Hermione had denied it at the time, there had been no indication that it could have been true. He had promised her only care and kindness to the best of his ability as long as she behaved. Now she wondered if Tinny had been right. Did Lucius love her? She felt her cheeks heat and realized the feelings would not be unwelcome. Did she love Lucius? She felt the answer to that question was yes.
They had both kept their ends of the bargain and their care for each other had definitely grown and changed. He had essentially told her today that he would die for her and, in turn, she had refused to let him. If that didn’t equal love – what did?
Nothing in their initial agreement had said that he had to come to see her side of things. Yet…he had. He had told her today that he agreed with her. That he saw her side of things. He had called Voldemort a madman. Her body tingled with the thrill. She couldn’t wait to see Snape on the morrow, so she could tell him what she thought. After today, she truly felt Lucius could be turned.
As she dried her hands, her mind continued to skim through her memories of Lucius throughout the last weeks. She realized she would never be able to get back to sleep while her brain was so riled and her body buzzed with so much energy.
Hermione quietly crossed the bedroom and took her dressing gown from the hook at the foot of the bed. Stepping into her slippers as she pulled it on, she turned to look at the hard planes of Lucius back before she flicked her fingers. Her magic, unsuppressed because Lucius had allowed her to sleep without her collar, caused the bedding to straighten and gently drape itself over his sleeping form. She smiled affectionately before leaving the room.
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Narcissa watched the girl carefully as she situated herself at the piano and played some warm-up scales. The portraited matriarch was aware of Lucius in the hallway, waiting to see what Hermione would play. She had retrieved him as she always did when the girl played in the middle of the night. Granted, he almost always followed her to the parlor. Although, ever since the session where the girl had played for her dead father, he typically just sat in the parlor with her while she played.
Something was different today, however.
Something had happened.
She was determined to figure out what.
Narcissa didn’t recognize the rolling introduction but admired the way Hermione’s fingers slid quickly and efficiently over the keys. She was even more delighted when Hermione started singing.
The girl didn’t sing often, this was only the third time. It seemed that it took something of significance to make the girl vocal in her emotional playing. She turned her head, better to hear the words. In a breathy voice, Hermione sang,
“The world was on fire
And no one could save me but you.
It’s strange what desire
Will make foolish people do.
“I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you.
I never dreamed that I’d like somebody like you.”
Narcissa felt her eyes widen slightly at the words slipping from the young witch’s lips. She quickly searched the other portraits to find Willow Malfoy staring at the girl with slightly parted lips and a look of surprise. Both painted witch’s gasped as she continued…

“No, I don’t wanna fall in love…
No, I don’t wanna fall in love…
…with you.”
Love?! Oh…Lucius! Narcissa was half horrified, and half utterly elated. The Granger girl was a seriously impressive woman. A talented witch. She had a fiery temper and would be a wonderful match for him…but…she was a Mudblood. A Mudblood slave. Lucius, Lucius…what have you done? she thought as she watched wide-eyed.
“What a wicked game to play,
To make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do,
To let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say,
‘You never felt this way.’
What a wicked thing to do,
To make me dream of you.”
“No, I … wanna fall in love
No, I … wanna fall in love…
…with you.
Wicked games…how completely perfect. It’s what it was, wasn’t it? A wicked game. If she loved him…if he loved her…the games they would have to play…
“The world was on fire
And no one could save me but you…
It’s strange what desire
Will make foolish people do.

“I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you…
I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you.”
Narcissa almost felt bad for the girl, but she knew exactly how wicked Lucius’ love could be and how hard it was to resist him. She only hoped that if what she thought was happening…to both Hermione Granger and Lucius Malfoy…that they would be strong enough to survive it.
A world on fire, indeed…
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