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Interrogation	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 8086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Authors Note: Thank you as ever to Mamacita for her sterling betaing work (she doesn’t check the A/N so any errors in punctuation etc. are nothing to do with her).
DracoLover60 – Thanks for your review. I am glad you’re enjoying the story. Don’t worry about Hermione. I think she was just surprised that she’d stupidly put herself in such a position. She’ll get over it.
mad4mooney – Welcome along. I’m glad you’re enjoying the story. I agree Lucius is darn sexy, however evil he may be *sigh*
Moon Goddess – Thank you for commenting. I’m so glad you’re hooked. I hope it stays that way.
Femme Bono – Thank you for your review. Whilst Hermione might not be entirely in control she knows what she’s doing. At least I think she does.

‘. . . So although everyone seems to have the wrong impression about me, I’m really no different than any other wizard. Yes, I get a bit upset about Muggles occasionally, but I’m not really the evil Death Eater everyone accuses me of being.’
Hermione stifled a snort of laughter. She couldn’t believe Lucius was trying to convince her that he wasn’t a Death Eater and didn’t hate Muggles and Muggle-borns. Look at the way he had acted towards her for all these years.
She frowned. And that didn’t make sense. The Malfoys had always made their hatred of her perfectly clear, yet suddenly Lucius was treating her as if she was his ideal woman. Surely he shouldn’t want to even touch her, should he? Not with his views, regardless of how desperate for a shag he was.
She looked towards the bed. Lucius was watching her carefully.
‘What’s the matter?’ he asked.
‘You’ve always hated me,’ Hermione said. ‘For years you’ve wished me dead. Why the sudden change?’
Lucius smiled. ‘Perhaps this should convince you that I’m telling the truth.’
‘But you’re not, though, are you? How on earth can you bear to touch me, Lucius, when you hate me so much?’
Lucius left the bed and stood in front of her, taking hold of her hands.
‘You were young and annoying. I’ve had plenty of time to reconsider my feelings for you, Hermione.’
Hermione shook her head and tried to pull her hands from Lucius’ grasp. ‘No. It wasn’t just that. You hated me. I’m a Muggle-born. I’m sure you’d rather have been hexed than touch me, so how can you have changed so much?’
‘Which just goes to show how wrong I was,’ Lucius replied seductively, pulling Hermione out of the chair. ‘And now I definitely want to touch you. Time for you to join me on the bed, I think.’
‘But—’
Hermione’s protestation was cut off by Lucius kissing her again, a deep and sensual kiss to which she couldn’t help but respond.
‘You want me as much as I want you, Hermione,’ Lucius whispered in her ear as he guided her towards the bed. ‘Pretend as much as you like, but I know the truth.’
Lucius pushed Hermione beneath him, his mouth still on hers, his hands caressing her body as he moved to undo the remaining buttons on her blouse.
Now his lips were trailing kisses down her throat, heading for her breasts which were still encased in the lace and silk of her bra. His fingers brushed over the flimsy fabric, feeling her nipples stiffen at his touch. Lucius smiled as his tongue flicked out to lick over one of the hard nubs, causing a small cry of pleasure from Hermione.
While his tongue played with her nipple his hands slid beneath her back to undo her bra, then pulled both that and the blouse from her. He gazed at the beautiful woman before him, his hand brushing gently over her breasts, and took enjoyment from how her nipples stiffened further before he swooped to capture one hard nub with his mouth once more. Hermione’s back arched as his mouth suckled on her breast and one hand caressed her throat and chin.
‘You’re beautiful!’ he whispered as his hands moved lower, finding the waistband of her skirt and working to undo it. He was still pressed against her and he noted with pleasure the sensitivity of her skin as his linen shirt rubbed against it, causing her to give a series of little gasps.
The skirt was gone now, leaving Hermione in only stockings and tiny silk and lace knickers. With a swift motion, he removed the knickers and brushed his fingers against her slit, causing her to cry out, her back arching once more.
‘Now to repay the pleasure you gave me last night,’ Lucius drawled seductively. His tongue moved from her breasts down over her stomach, pausing briefly to lap at her belly button and then heading down towards her darkly haired mound. Hermione squealed and tried to move, but Lucius wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling them apart.
‘Time for you to come for me, my love,’ he whispered as his tongue slid between her legs. He licked around the hard bud of her clit, making her cry out with a mixture of desire and pleasure. Hermione writhed against him.
‘Oh, yes, baby,’ Lucius whispered. His tongue travelled the whole length of her slit, and he himself moaned with pleasure at the taste of her. His tongue worked harder the more Hermione cried out, and he gripped hold of her as she tried to both escape his tongue and at the same time press against it.
His fingers joined his tongue as he pushed into her slick wetness, groaning with pleasure as she finally came for him, crying out his name as her body writhed and bucked beneath him. Tightly he held her as her orgasm erupted, leaving her shaking and breathless. He wrapped her in his arms and gently caressed her as he whispered into her hair, calming and soothing her, his lips finding first her neck, then her mouth again.

‘So what happened when Voldemort returned?’ Hermione asked.
She had moved to sit on the chair once more, much to Lucius’ chagrin, although she hadn’t re-dressed and was giving him an enticing view.
‘Why don’t you come back to bed?’ he asked seductively.
‘I don’t think that’s a good idea, Lucius. You need to concentrate for this bit and I hardly think me lying next to you naked is going to keep your mind on the confession.’
Lucius looked at Hermione intently. ‘I’m not sure I want to continue with the confession,’ he said honestly.
‘Why not?’ Hermione looked at him worriedly.
‘Because when I finish you have no reason to keep me here any longer. You can send me back to that awful place.’ He shuddered.
Hermione frowned. ‘I’m sorry, Lucius, but you have to give me your confession. Time’s running out and if I don’t get it to the Ministry soon the court will sentence you without your statement.’
She moved to sit on the bed again and held Lucius’ hand. ‘I promise I won’t send you back there if I can help it. I’ll try to keep you here with me.’
Lucius gave a huge sigh. ‘What happens if I don’t give my statement?’
‘You’ll be guilty by default. I don’t know what will happen to you. The best thing that could happen is that you’d be sent to Azkaban.’ Her voice was low and unhappy. ‘Please, Lucius, don’t let them sentence you without a fight,’ she pleaded.
‘Come here,’ Lucius whispered, opening his arms to her. Hermione lay down in his arms and wrapped hers around him in return.
‘You know I’m guilty,’ he whispered as he kissed the top of her head. ‘And so do they.’
‘But you convinced them last time.’
‘Do you really think I’ll get away with it a second time?’ He looked at her, a small smile playing on his lips.
‘If you say the right things, yes, I do,’ Hermione replied.
‘Undress me,’ Lucius whispered. ‘I want to be naked with you.’
Hermione shook her head and wriggled out of Lucius’ grasp. ‘Not yet. I need the rest of your confession first. Please, Lucius.’
He sighed but released her, allowing her to return to the chair. ‘Any chance of a drink?’
Hermione smiled. ‘Of course. What do you want? Are you hungry?’
‘Do you have any more of that wine? Will you eat with me?’ Lucius asked.
Hermione nodded. ‘I’ll be back soon,’ she said, and picking up his towelling robe she tied it securely before leaving the room.
He heard the lock turning. She was good, was Hermione; no matter what he threw at her she never forgot the security.
Lucius lay back on the bed; his eyes closed as he debated what he would say for the final part of his confession. Hermione had said he could be freed if he said the right things, and it seemed important to her that he do so. Perhaps she really did have feelings for him, however hard she tried to hide it. She had certainly responded well enough to his attentions earlier and was showing no signs of getting dressed, so she was clearly expecting to resume the lovemaking at some point.
He tried to think back to when he had first realised he no longer cared that she was a Mudblood; when he had known that he would do anything to possess her and make her his mistress. It had been long before the final battle; several times he had considered abducting her and holding her at Malfoy Manor until she yielded to him, although the Dark Lord had ended all thoughts of that when he had chosen to use Lucius’ home as his base.
Of course, there had been that moment, that time when she was a prisoner in his home, when he could have taken advantage of her, could have taken what he so desired. But had he done so, he would have sealed her death warrant, from Bellatrix if no one else. He had made the mistake of going with Bellatrix a couple of times in their younger years and she seemed to take that to mean they were lifelong lovers, even though he hadn’t looked at her that way for at least a dozen years. If that mad harridan had found that he had fucked Hermione, Bellatrix would have killed her, no matter what her blood status. After all, she had already come close to it when she tortured Hermione, and Lucius had been hard pressed not to react to save the woman.
He wondered briefly how Hermione would feel if he were to admit this to her and guessed that it wouldn’t go down very well. This was yet another thing that he would have to conceal if he was to have any chance of escaping the inquiry.
The door reopened and Hermione entered carrying a loaded tray. She kicked the door closed behind her. Lucius jumped up from the bed to help her carry the tray, leaving her to rummage in her handbag for the wine and glasses. He put the tray on the table and smiled at her.
‘Thank you for eating with me. I don’t like eating alone.’
‘I understand that,’ Hermione replied as she sat down at the table and poured the wine. ‘But I’m not supposed to eat with you.’
‘Are you supposed to fuck me?’ Lucius asked with a smile.
Hermione gave a small smile, shaking her head as if unable to believe he had made that comment.
As they ate she looked intently at the man across the table. ‘You are going to finish your confession, aren’t you, Lucius?’
Lucius nodded. ‘Yes, love. I’ll do it because you want me to.’ He smiled.
Hermione blushed.

‘. . . I was so pleased when Potter finally defeated that megalomaniac, I could have cried. No longer would I have to pretend to be something I wasn’t just to stay alive, and my family could finally be free.’
Lucius stopped, his eyes still closed. He listened to the quill scratching out his final words. He had finished. It was rubbish, most of it, but hopefully, it would get him off at the inquiry. He opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. She was still sitting in the chair, listening interestedly to his confession.
‘Is that it?’ she asked.
He nodded. ‘What do you think?’
She looked at him. ‘Honestly? I think it’s a crock of shit, Lucius, but I think if you play the part well enough in court you’ll get off again.’
Lucius sighed. ‘Why don’t you believe me?’
‘Because you all but told me you were lying. But I guess some of it must be true because I still don’t believe you’d have been able to touch me knowing I’m a Muggle-born, even before Voldemort came back.’
Lucius held out his arms. ‘Come back to bed now. My confession is finished and it’s time for us to make love.’
Hermione stood, undoing the robe as she walked over to the bed. It slid from her as she moved into Lucius’ arms.
He kissed her, his hands caressing her bottom as he did so. ‘Will you undress me now?’ he asked playfully.
Hermione smiled. ‘Of course. I guess you did exactly what I wanted.’ She began to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Lucius laughed. ‘And now you’re going to do exactly what I want.’
Hermione looked a touch unhappy. ‘What if it’s something I don’t want to do?’
‘Oh, believe me, you will,’ whispered Lucius.
He gave a growl of pleasure as her soft hands pulled off his shirt and he pulled her to him once more, savouring the feel of his skin on hers. Now her hands were working on his trousers, sliding them down. Impatient, he shrugged them off, his hands finding Hermione’s breasts as she ran a hand over the hard bulge in his pants.
‘Don’t tease,’ he begged, and she smiled as she pulled down the pants, revealing his massive erection. Lucius saw her lick her lips as she looked at it and he moaned with pleasure as her small, soft hand wrapped around it and squeezed, gently at first, then harder.
‘I want you so much,’ Lucius whispered as one hand caressed the hard nipple he had found. The other hand slid between Hermione’s legs and felt the moisture already there. She was horny for him, too. He buried his face in her neck, his lips running whisper-soft kisses down her throat as she whimpered with pleasure.
He rubbed himself against her, enjoying the feel of his naked body against hers. He wanted to touch every part of her; he was desperate to possess her, to claim her as his.
‘I need you inside me, Lucius,’ Hermione admitted her voice a breathy whisper.
His heart soared at her words, and with a roar of desire Lucius pushed Hermione beneath him and straddled her body before pushing her legs wide with his own. For a moment he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her moist slit, hearing her mewls of desire as she arched towards him in an effort to pull him inside her.
Then with cries from both of them, he pushed, thrusting deep inside her tight wetness, calling out as he buried himself inside her. He held her tight as he moved in and out, slowly at first, but the couple soon picked up a rhythm as he thrust deeper, her pussy filled completely by his huge cock.
‘Oh, gods, I’ve wanted this for so long,’ he admitted quietly, whispering into her hair as he thrust harder, pushing every inch of himself inside Hermione.
She cried out as she moved against him, wrapping her legs around him to pull him deeper, her breathing rapidly growing more shallow as she came closer to climax. Lucius too was close, but he wasn’t ready to end it. With a sudden movement, he rolled over and pulled Hermione on top of him, moan after moan escaping his lips as she rode him hard and fast.
From the sounds she was making it was clear she was close to orgasm, but she was pulling Lucius that way too and still he didn’t want to come. He was enjoying the feeling of being inside Hermione too much. Soon she was on her back again as he plunged into her, feeling her tightness contract further around his hardness as her climax began.
Harder and deeper he thrust, his movements getting faster as Hermione’s cries grew louder. She was on the verge of coming now; his mouth finding hers as he pulled at her erect nipples was enough to have her screaming his name as she was carried away on a wave of ecstasy. Mere moments later he too was coming, calling out her name as he emptied himself deep inside her womb.
‘You belong to me,’ he growled in her ear as he gave a final thrust, causing her to moan once more. Then he held her tight as she shook from the massive climax that had ripped through her body, her breathing still thready. They lay wrapped together, Lucius still inside Hermione, still proclaiming her as his lover.

‘Will you stay with me tonight?’ Lucius asked her some time later. He still hadn’t let go of her.
Hermione nodded. ‘Of course I will, Lucius.’ She twisted in his arms and kissed him on the lips. ‘I have to go to the Ministry tomorrow to hand in your confession. I’ll see if I can find out the trial date. It must be soon.’
‘And will you return me to the other place?’ Lucius’ voice was serious.
‘No. I’m not putting you back in there. They treated you terribly.’
Lucius smiled wanly. ‘Not many people would care, you know, Hermione.’
Hermione’s face was set. ‘Perhaps not, but I do. I’m not having them put you back in a strait-jacket and chain you up. It’s disgusting! It’s inhuman!’
Lucius pushed her beneath him, holding her down.
‘But aren’t you scared of what I could do to you?’
Hermione giggled. ‘What are you going to do, Lucius? Neither of us has a wand, and you’re still not at full strength.’
‘I don’t need a wand,’ Lucius whispered in her ear, pressing his erection against her to make a point. ‘I’ve got something far better.’
‘Mmmmm,’ Hermione agreed as her hand slid down to clasp his hard length and Lucius groaned with pleasure as she touched him.
His hand slid between her legs, enjoying the feel of her slick wetness on his fingers. Hermione had truly become his lover and was ready once more for his attentions. He moved slightly, the tip of his cock pressing lightly at her entrance. Her small moan as their flesh connected turned into a louder cry as he slid into her, holding her tightly as he filled her.
Their lovemaking this time was languid and sensual. Now that each was aware of what the other liked they took their time, each determined to give the other as much pleasure as they could. By the time they had finally reached climax Hermione was in tears, Lucius having given her gratification in a way no other man had ever achieved.
‘Are you all right?’ Lucius asked in concern.
Hermione nodded, still too overwhelmed by emotions to speak.
Lucius held her tightly, kissing her hair as she continued to cry into his shoulder.
‘I’m sorry,’ Hermione told Lucius once she had recovered enough to speak properly.
‘What for?’
‘For being so stupid and crying like that.’ Hermione felt embarrassed for having given in to her emotions so easily; after all, Lucius was supposed to be nothing more than a job, one that was finished now his confession had been given.
Lucius smiled. ‘You don’t think I’m flattered that I can provoke that reaction in you?’ His hand stroked her face gently. ‘Don’t ever be sorry for showing your emotions, love.’
They kissed again.

‘Are you going to tell me the truth now?’ Hermione asked. ‘Off the record.’
They were lying in the early morning gloom, not wanting to part although Hermione knew she soon had to get up and go to the Ministry.
‘Why do you want to know the truth so badly, Hermione?’ Lucius asked. His voice was carefully neutral.
Hermione looked at him. ‘After what we’ve done, surely I deserve the truth. I need to understand. . . .’
Lucius shook his head. ‘You won’t like it,’ he warned.
Hermione’s face was set. ‘Maybe not, but I still need to know, however bad it is.’
Lucius’ hand caressed her body, gently stroking her bottom as they talked.
‘Can’t you just leave it? Please.’
‘I’m sorry, Lucius. I can’t.’
Lucius looked at her intently for a few moments.
‘What will you give me if I tell you the truth — the complete truth?’
Hermione frowned. ‘What do you want? I don’t have anything more to give.’
Lucius continued to stroke her. ‘Your bottom.’ His voice was low and dangerous. ‘I’ll tell you everything you want to know if you let me take you that way.’
Hermione's eyes widened at his demand. There was no way. That was just too high a price to pay.
‘Well?’
Hermione shook her head. She pulled away from Lucius and climbed from the bed.
‘What’s the matter, Hermione? Have we finally found something you won’t do for information?’ Lucius called sarcastically as Hermione went into the bathroom.

‘I’m sorry, love.’ Lucius’ voice was contrite as he wrapped his arms around the sobbing woman while the warm water cascaded over them both. ‘That was unfair of me. I know you haven’t just done this for my confession.’ He pulled her head up and kissed her gently on the lips. ‘I know it’s gone way beyond that . . . for both of us.’
His ice-grey eyes locked on her brown ones, thinking not for the first time how incredibly beautiful Hermione was. He found the soap and lathered it, then gently ran his hands over Hermione’s body, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under his fingers. Slowly she relaxed, her sobs gradually ceasing as his massaging hands soothed and comforted her. She twitched when his hands found her bottom once more, but, sensing her nervousness, he didn’t linger. Instead, he just rinsed her off, then she took the soap and returned the favour.
When they were done showering they wrapped themselves in fluffy white towels and returned to the bedroom. Lucius pulled Hermione onto the bed next to him, still worried about his unthinking comment.
‘I have to get ready for work,’ Hermione said, struggling to free herself from his grasp. ‘I’ve got a meeting at eleven.’
‘Plenty of time, then,’ Lucius said soothingly. ‘It’s not even eight yet.’
‘I do have other things to do too, Lucius,’ Hermione retorted, slightly more sharply than she had intended.
‘I know you’re unhappy with me, love,’ Lucius said, his finger stroking down Hermione’s spine. She shivered at the movement.
‘Do you understand how important it is for me to know the truth about you?’ Hermione asked. She sounded upset.
‘Not really,’ Lucius admitted. ‘I don’t know why you want to know something that will hurt you.’
‘Because I have to know,’ Hermione cried. ‘Because I need to know just how bad the person I’ve fallen in love with is.’
She blushed furiously at the confession, the thing she had been trying so hard to keep hidden away. She was in love with Lucius Malfoy — even knowing what a bastard he was, even knowing of his hatred of people like her . . . his hatred of her. His change in the last week confused her and she still needed to know the truth about him, however much it was going to hurt.
‘Oh, Hermione, my love . . . .’
Lucius pulled her to him, holding her tightly. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard: the woman he had desired for so long had just told him she was in love with him. She was crying again, not the racking sobs from before but a silent trail of tears as she looked miserably at Lucius.
‘I don’t understand why I feel this way about you,’ she admitted, ‘but I do. But I still don’t understand why you’re happy to touch me now when in the past you never tired of telling me how much you hated me and how worthless I was in your eyes.’ She wiped her eyes with the towel.
Lucius stroked her as he thought carefully. He could admit everything, tell her how he felt, but would it scare her away? And to give up so much with nothing in return. He laughed to himself. Nothing in return? Surely Hermione’s love was more than enough, although whether she would still want to know him after he had told her the truth was anyone’s guess.
He sighed. ‘Okay, I’ll tell you — but be aware you won’t like it. I just hope I don’t upset you too much.’
Hermione snuggled into his arms and smiled at him gratefully.
‘So . . . back to when I was seventeen and my father introduced me to the Dark Lord . . . .’

‘ . . . But you were still horrible to me . . . at the Department of Mysteries you were awful, you tried to kill me.’ Hermione’s voice was accusing. She was having a hard time coping with Lucius’ truth.
Lucius shook his head. ‘No, I didn’t. If I’d wanted to kill you, Hermione, I would have done so with no problem. I have to admit I did consider snatching you then, but I was there on the Dark Lord’s orders and it would have been suicidal to abandon his quest for my own selfish ends and with someone so young, too.’ He gave a bitter laugh. ‘Although considering where I ended up, perhaps I should have just grabbed you and run.’
‘But you couldn’t have kidnapped me. You’d never have got away with it.’
‘Wouldn’t I? Are you so sure? No one has access to Malfoy Manor unless I give them leave.’
‘But what about your wife? Surely she would have had something to say about you bringing me home.’
Lucius laughed again. ‘Narcissa and I are married in name only, Hermione. We’ve lived in separate wings of the house for years. If she even knew you were there, she wouldn’t care. Anyway, it’s a moot point. I never did it so it’s not worth thinking about.’
‘But—’
‘You know, I’m sure it was thinking of you that got me through Azkaban,’ Lucius admitted musingly.
Hermione looked at him in surprise. ‘What?’
‘All the time I was in that awful place I focussed on you. How you looked that day at the Ministry. How feisty and fiery you were. I will have to admit to having rather a lot of erotic fantasies about you over the years . . . although none were as good as the real thing.’ He stroked her shoulder, tracing a pattern with his index finger.
‘You do realise that I love you too, Hermione, don’t you?’ Lucius asked, his tone serious. ‘I wanted to make you my mistress, but now I want so much more. I want you to be my wife, to have my children . . . .’ His hand slipped around to rub her stomach gently.
Hermione turned to look at him in shock. ‘But I’m Muggle-born, Lucius. Just think how children with me would affect your precious Pure-blood line!’
Lucius gave a sharp bark of laughter. ‘Can you believe that after all this time I find myself not caring? I just know I want to give you children, want you to be mine . . . forever.’
‘Surely you realise that’s why I wanted to take you anally,’ he whispered in her ear.
Hermione shook her head, upset again. ‘No. How would I realise why you wanted that?’ She frowned unhappily.
‘Because I want to possess you completely, of course,’ Lucius said it as if it was totally obvious. His fingers were still gently stroking her as he talked. ‘Because it’s the only way I haven’t made you mine.’
‘But I don’t—’
‘Are you scared?’ Lucius’ voice was soft.
‘A bit,’ Hermione admitted, ‘but that’s the not the reason. I just don’t—’
‘You might really enjoy it, you know,’ Lucius said seductively, cutting across her protestation.
‘I don’t think so,’ Hermione retorted.
‘How do you know if you’ve never tried it?’ he asked reasonably. Hermione was stuck. How could she reply to that? ‘I’m not going to hurt you. Surely you know that by now?’
‘I know, but I just don’t feel comfortable—’
‘Just try it,’ Lucius whispered, his breath warm in her ear. ‘If you don’t like it we can stop, I promise.’ Hermione bit her lip as she considered his request. ‘Please, Hermione. I want this so much with you.’
‘You won’t hurt me?’
‘Never, love. I don’t ever want to hurt you.’
Hermione nodded her head, unable to speak. She was scared, more scared than she liked to admit, but she was also sure that Lucius was genuine in his desire not to hurt her. Despite everything she now knew about the man, she trusted him implicitly.
‘Oh, my love, thank you,’ Lucius whispered gratefully.
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