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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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A/N: Tassana Burrfoot - Thank you for your review. I really appreciate it and I'm gald you're enjoying the story. Dx

Lucius was worried. He had promised Hermione that he would help her escape and yet he still hadn’t managed to do anything about it; worse still, he didn’t really have a plan of how he was going to achieve it. Guilt was eating away at him, knowing he was letting her down, particularly after the wonderful sex they’d had; in which he would more than happily indulge again given the opportunity. Hermione was a passionate creature underneath that terse and self-righteous exterior and he would jump at the chance to conquer her once more.
Antonin had been full of mirth on his return to the office, making jokes about the ways in which Lucius and his son could use Hermione between them if they had the chance. Lucius had let the comments wash over him as he relived the recent encounter in the cell in his mind. Antonin was right: there were all sorts of interesting things he and Hermione could do together given the opportunity. But there was no way he was letting Draco anywhere near her. Hermione was his and he had no intention of sharing her with anyone.
But his resolve to effect a quick escape, with the hopeful possibility that she might be grateful enough to be amenable to more sexual activity once they got somewhere safer, had quickly been dashed by the Dark Lord’s insistence that Lucius attend him and carry out duties on his behalf. Saying no was impossible so he found himself dispatched on various pointless errands, unable to get anywhere near the cave where Hermione and her fellow Mudbloods were being held.
He had been home for less than an hour, barely long enough to share a meal with his wife and Draco, when he received a message from Antonin warning him that Hermione had been moved again. As predicted, Rodolphus had moved her back to the main holding area during his latest shift and Lucius was convinced his brother-in-law would ensure she was put into the next group to be used as bait for the Order of the Phoenix. Once that happened and Hermione was moved from the cave he would be able to do nothing to assist her, and with the current rate of success of the Death Eaters’ plans, Hermione would be dead within a couple of days at most.
Lucius knew the time had come for him to act. He had no choice, he couldn’t leave it any longer even if he didn’t have a plan. Apologising to Narcissa for needing to leave again so soon – although he knew she didn’t really care whether he was there or not – he made his way to the cave, hoping inspiration would strike once he got there.
Upon arrival, he was gratified to see that in the main the guards this evening were newer members of the Dark Lord’s cadre, youngsters who would be easier to convince than those he had known and worked with for years. He already knew Antonin wasn’t going to be there overseeing operations. He had been replaced this evening by the odious Amycus Carrow, no doubt with his equally vile sister, Alecto.
His only plan so far was to get in, hopefully without being spotted by the Carrows, retrieve Hermione from the general holding pen, and then . . . well, then he would have to play it by ear. But one way or another Hermione would be free by the end of the night.
Lucius fairly easily avoided the Death Eaters outside the cave, slipping inside without being spotted, although he knew they would have been happy to admit him had he walked right up to them. But this way he could pretend to have been on duty himself, just leaving after a long and tedious shift. Those outside would be none the wiser.
The corridor was relatively quiet as he made his way to the holding cells – the prisoners must have been fed and were settling down for sleep. This was ominous as it meant the group for tomorrow’s attack would have already been picked and segregated from the others in preparation for release.
Although it was likely that Rodolphus would have placed Hermione in that group, Lucius couldn’t be completely sure. He had to decide, and quickly, whether to take a chance that she had or to search the original holding cell to see if she was still there. The former would save him time and the possibility of getting caught, thus enhancing his chances of actually managing to rescue Hermione, but the latter would confirm his fears.
Lucius knew he should check but there really wasn’t time; being caught rescuing Hermione would be catastrophic for his entire family, not just him, and the more time he had to do that the better. Anyway, he was ninety-eight percent certain she would be in the bait group. Rodolphus was a mean bastard when he wanted to be. Lucius had never liked him much and he was aware the feeling was mutual. Rodolphus knew of Lucius’ interest in Hermione and would have moved her purely to spite him.
Hurrying now, Lucius made his way to the area where the bait group would be held, waiting in the shadows and watching to see how the group were being guarded. There was only one Death Eater keeping watch on the cell, for some reason dressed in full regalia including his mask, Lucius assumed because he was trying to scare those within the cell who made a noise. It seemed to have worked as the cell was silent, with not even a whisper from any of the inhabitants.
He waited another five minutes to make sure no one else was coming to relieve or join the guard, then moved silently from the shadows, his wand drawn. A Stunning spell felled the guard before he even knew what hit him. Lucius laid him down gently on the floor, then searched his robe for the key to the cell – no easily broken magical locks for these prisoners. Another minute saw him retrieving the key; then, with a final look around to make sure he wasn’t being observed, Lucius opened the door to the cell and went inside.
There were six people inside the small room, all sitting on the floor, all seemingly in their own little worlds. Lucius had no idea whether they, like Hermione, knew of their fate; that they were to be used as bait to draw out the Death Eaters’ opponents in order to kill them, but if they did they never showed it. Not one of them looked up as he passed, making his way around the room looking for Hermione, wondering whether he had made a mistake.
He hadn’t.
Lucius eventually found her, as expected, curled up in a ball, apparently trying to sleep.
He bent down to shake her gently.
‘Hermione, I’ve come to get you,’ he whispered.
Hermione opened her eyes and stared at him as if she didn’t recognise him. Lucius’ heart thumped harder. Had Rodolphus done something to her that Antonin hadn’t mentioned in his missive?
‘I didn’t think you were coming back,’ she admitted, her voice cracking as if on the verge of tears. ‘I thought you were going to let me die.’
‘I promised you I wouldn’t,’ Lucius pointed out. ‘Look, we haven’t got time to talk now. We need to get out of here.’
He helped her to stand and realised how little she now weighed. Hermione really needed to get a decent meal inside her as soon as possible. But there was no time to worry about that at the moment. First, they had to escape.
‘Can the others come too?’ Hermione asked hopefully.
Lucius realised the rest of the group were staring at him.
‘No, they can’t.’ He saw Hermione’s reproachful look and moderated his tone a little. ‘I’m sorry but there’s just no way I’ll be able to get you all out. Just getting you out is going to be hard enough, Hermione. Can you walk?’
Hermione nodded but didn’t speak. Lucius knew it was because she was upset at his refusal to help the other captives. He had no time for any of that nonsense; rescuing Hermione was already a dangerous enough proposition without adding another five people to the task. He just hoped she wouldn’t refuse to leave if they couldn’t go as well.
‘Come on, then,’ he said lightly and led her towards the door.
The other captives watched them go for a few seconds before retreating back into themselves.
‘Will they raise the alarm?’ Lucius asked once they got outside.
‘I don’t know. I don’t think so. I think they’ll just be grateful that one of us got away to warn the Order,’ Hermione said.
‘Good. We’re going to have enough problems getting past the guards at the exit without having to battle a load in here, too. It’s this way.’ Lucius indicated the route they needed to take.
Hermione looked down at the Stunned Death Eater.
‘Is he dead?’
‘No. I just Stunned him. Once you get to the end of the corridor I’ll use a spell to awaken him. We don’t want to risk someone coming along and seeing him like that or they’ll realise something has happened. Hopefully, with him awake no one will realise, or at least not until it’s too late.’
‘But if they find out won’t they know it was you?’ Hermione asked worriedly.
‘They’re not going to find out,’ Lucius insisted. ‘The guards who take the group tomorrow won’t be worried whether there are five or six people in the group, just that there’s a group. As long as we don’t get caught tonight I’ll be safe enough. Now, we really need to get moving. You go and wait for me at the end of this corridor. There’s a shallow alcove you can wait in so no one will see you. I won’t be a minute.’
Lucius waited until Hermione had positioned herself in the alcove so she was no longer visible to anyone in the corridor, then used his wand to stand the Death Eater up, leaning him against the wall and replacing the cell key in his pocket. He then proceeded to remove the guard’s memories of his approach before reversing the Stunning spell. Before the Death Eater had a chance to come round fully, while he was still looking around him in confusion, Lucius was gone, Hermione joining him as they moved quickly towards the exit.
The Death Eater, still confused, stared at the cell door then patted his pocket, relief flooding through him at finding the key still there although he wasn’t entirely sure why. He went to the door and unlocked it, opened it and pointed his wand through the door; the lit tip cast a light which he moved around the room. The prisoners were all still there, curled up and motionless as they had been since they had been brought there.
He gave them a threatening scowl, which was completely pointless as he was wearing his mask, then closed the door and locked it once more. The Death Eater stared at his watch. He had well over an hour before he was due to be relieved. Now he was wishing he had thought to bring a flask of tea with him. He had a headache, which seemed to have come from nowhere, and a drink would be welcome but he wasn’t allowed to leave his post, even if the prisoners were safe and locked away. He had no choice but to wait until his replacement turned up.
His head really was hurting, though. He moved across to the other side of the corridor and sat down facing the door to the cell. He began to rummage in his robes and finally produced a packet of mints from one of the pockets. They weren’t much and weren’t likely to help the headache, but they were better than nothing. He opened the packet and popped one in his mouth, sucking it as he closed his eyes for a moment in hopes that it would relieve the dull ache.

Hermione followed Lucius down the corridors of the cave, surprised at how well provisioned the place was. Surely this wasn’t a new location for them; it had to have been a hideout they had used the first time round. She wondered whether the Order of the Phoenix knew about it. She supposed not, otherwise surely they would have realised that the missing hostages might be housed here, although maybe it was too well protected for the Order to attempt an attack. There were certainly a lot of guards around this evening. She and Lucius had already had to hide four times and they had only been through a couple of corridors.
‘Was this place used during the first war?’ she asked.
Lucius glanced at her. ‘Yes. But we didn’t keep prisoners here then. It was a place to keep supplies and hide out in when the Ministry and the Order were trying to track us down. It’s been made unplottable so I’m not sure that anyone outside of the Death Eaters knows it exists . . . apart from the captives that are now housed here.’ He paused for a moment, then added, ‘It’s where we came when we all first broke out of Azkaban last year. We waited here because the Aurors were obviously going to our homes to see if we’d returned there. Once the Dark Lord began to take over at the Ministry we were able to leave and resume our former lives.’
Hermione nodded in understanding. That would explain why those who had escaped from Azkaban had seemed to the Ministry of Magic to have disappeared without a trace. They had gone to ground in the cave system, although Hermione was certain they had been housed in slightly better conditions than she and her fellows had. She was about to mention it when Lucius touched her shoulder in warning, forcing her to stop.
‘Stay here a minute.’
Lucius left Hermione and inched his way forward, checking around the corner to see the exit. The guards were still there conversing with each other but he couldn’t hear what they were talking about. As he watched, one of them gave a small laugh, patted his colleague on the shoulder and walked away. Lucius’ heart lifted. Now was the perfect moment to leave.
He returned to Hermione.
‘I’m afraid I need to Stun you again.’ Lucius sounded almost sorry. ‘It’ll be easier that way.’
Hermione stared at him suspiciously. ‘I remember what happened the last time you Stunned me.’
‘It won’t be like that this time, I promise, Hermione. This time I will get you out.’
Grudgingly Hermione agreed, although she knew she had little choice. Even if she said no, Lucius was the one with the wand and he could do exactly as he pleased.
Once Stunned, Lucius lifted Hermione over his shoulder and carried her towards the open door. He had to act as if he knew exactly what he was doing and had the authority to do it if he wanted any chance of getting Hermione — and himself, come to that — out of there alive.
‘What’s going on, Lucius?’ the wizard on the door asked in surprise when Lucius reached him. He looked at the body draped over the blond man’s shoulder. ‘What are you doing with her? We’re supposed to be saving them for the plan, not disposing of them separately.’ He considered for a moment, then added with a frown, ‘Is she still alive?’
For a second Lucius considered telling the guard that Hermione was dead as it might get him the release he desired sooner, but almost immediately he decided against it. If the man checked properly it would be obvious that she was only Stunned.
‘She’s fine, Marcus, I just Stunned her because she was making such a bloody fuss about not wanting to come with me,’ Lucius said, sounding uncaring. He allowed himself a wicked smirk and added conspiratorially, ‘The girl’s an old school acquaintance of Draco’s — always getting him into trouble, so I thought I’d give the lad a treat, you know, give him the chance to even up the score without those blasted Mudblood-loving teachers around to stop his fun. There are still plenty of Mudbloods back there with more arriving almost every day, so one won’t be missed.’
Marcus grunted, seemingly sympathising with Lucius. ‘Those bloody teachers were always too easy on the Mudbloods. Us poor Pure-bloods were treated like shit in comparison. Draco was always a good lad, knew how things stood, but that bloody Potter and his friends always had it in for him, always getting him into trouble for no good reason.’
‘That’s why I wanted to take her,’ Lucius said. ‘I have to admit, Marcus, that I’m a little worried about Draco’s ability to do what needs to be done once the Dark Lord plays his hand. I understand there was some hesitation over Dumbledore and I don’t want it to happen again. You know yourself how difficult the first kill is. If Draco has his fun with this one then finishes her off, it should give him the confidence he’s currently lacking.’
Marcus seemed to consider for a moment. ‘You’re going to dispose of her afterwards, are you?’
Lucius shrugged easily. ‘If there’s anything left of her by the time Draco has finished with her. Anyway, she won’t be hard to get rid of. I don’t anticipate any problems in that respect.’
‘I almost wish I could be there to see it,’ Marcus said, a malicious grin crossing his face. He glanced at Hermione again. ‘He’ll give her a good seeing to before he kills her, eh?’
‘No doubt,’ Lucius replied dryly. ‘My son is at that age where the pursuit of sexual gratification is never far from his mind.’
‘I think we’re all like that whenever there’s a chance,’ Marcus opined.
Lucius nodded slightly, indicating that this was a possibility.
‘Obviously, I’d prefer it if this wasn’t mentioned to anyone else, otherwise things might be a little difficult.’ Lucius saw Marcus thinking about his words; the frown was back on the man’s face. He added more enticingly, ‘The Dark Lord will be in need of decent advisors in the coming battle — those who can think for themselves; can understand and react to a situation appropriately and quickly. I’m sure I could have a quiet word with him on your behalf if you wish it. You’re the sort of upright fellow we’ll need when everything goes down.’
He watched Marcus preen at the compliment, knowing that he had won him over.
Seizing the advantage, he pressed, ‘We should go for a drink sometime soon to talk things over. When are you free?’
Eager now, Marcus looked at his watch. ‘My shift finishes at ten tonight. I’m not back here again until the day after tomorrow . . . so maybe tomorrow sometime, if you’re available?’
‘That would be good,’ Lucius acknowledged with a nod. ‘Look, I really need to go, Marcus. I want to get her home before this Stunning spell wears off otherwise she’ll be an absolute nightmare to deal with. I also want to get her hidden away before Narcissa realises we have her. You know what women are like.’
Marcus chuckled knowingly. ‘She wouldn’t be too pleased, eh? Perhaps she’d think it wasn’t just Draco who was going to have some fun with her.’
Lucius shrugged. Sounding bored, he replied, ‘To be honest, I have absolutely no interest in the girl other than knowing what Draco is going to do with her. But women can be funny creatures; they get upset over the strangest things. It’s better for me to have her installed before Narcissa returns from her evening out; saves all the bother of having to explain.’
Still grinning, Marcus moved away from the door, allowing space for Lucius to exit.
‘Tell Draco to give her one from me,’ he said.
‘Oh, I don’t think she’s going to know what hit her,’ Lucius answered. He was smiling now, too.
Making sure not to rush although, in reality, he wanted to run as fast as possible, Lucius walked a decent distance way away from the cave before Apparating.

Lucius stood outside the gates of Hogwarts, scouting around the quiet lane before removing Hermione from his shoulder and placing her gently on the ground. He had seriously debated returning to Malfoy Manor, the idea of demanding one last payment from the beautiful girl before he released her for good almost driving him to do it, but at the last moment he had demurred.
It wasn’t because of Narcissa. Despite his hint to Marcus, Lucius knew his wife would have no interest in Hermione beyond when she was going to leave the manor. Her opinion of him was unlikely to sink any lower; she would easily believe that he was gross enough, as she would see it, to enjoy sexual favours with a Mudblood.
He had briefly considered taking Hermione to his bed after a long hot bath, the two of them engaging in a protracted and sensual lovemaking session that encompassed everything he had already imagined doing with her along with anything else he could think up at the time.
But although it appeared he had got away cleanly it wasn’t completely guaranteed that Hermione’s presence wouldn’t be missed or that Marcus wouldn’t inadvertently mention to the wrong person something about Lucius and the young woman he was carrying. It would be a disaster for both of them if Hermione was discovered at his home, whether in bed or not.
Hermione wouldn’t be safe until she was back with her friends, and Lucius wouldn’t be safe until she was away from him. Once she was gone there would be no proof that he had ever done anything to help her, apart from his conversation with Marcus, and that would be struck from the man’s memory tomorrow when Lucius met him for a drink. The important thing now was to keep his promise to Hermione and get her to safety, and that meant taking her back to Hogwarts. Even if it was still the school holidays the current Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, would be sure to take her in.
Lucius used his wand to reverse the Stunning spell and watched as Hermione came round, blinking and confused. He bent down to help her up.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked in concern.
Hermione nodded, then moaned and clutched at her head. She had a headache from being Stunned and nodding had done nothing to help it.
‘Another headache,’ she said ruefully.
‘Go to the Hospital Wing and see Madam Pomfrey,’ Lucius advised. ‘She’ll be able to give you a potion and some food. You need to start eating properly to get back the weight you lost while you were in captivity.’
Hermione was looking around her, seeming to realise only now where they were.
‘You’re letting me go?’ She sounded astonished.
‘I told you I would,’ Lucius said, trying to fight the annoyance that flared inside him at Hermione’s words. Even now, after everything he had done to help her, she still didn’t trust him.
‘I know you did. But I thought—’
‘—that I was lying.’ Lucius cut her off bluntly.
‘No . . . well, yes . . . to begin with. I thought maybe you would get me out of that prison but keep me as a captive elsewhere — Malfoy Manor, maybe.’
‘Pray tell me, just what would I do with you at Malfoy Manor?’ Lucius asked.
Hermione blushed vividly. Lucius had rescued her, just as he had promised, and she had been about to accuse him of something awful. She shook her head, not wanting to answer.
‘No, come on, Hermione, tell me. Why do you think I would want to hold onto you when I told you I would help you escape?’
‘I didn’t think you would let me go completely,’ she admitted, ‘and after the sex and everything—’ She broke off again, frowning, not wanting to continue.
‘I had always intended to release you, Hermione. There was never any question of that not happening,’ Lucius told her, trying to keep his voice even although it was significantly cooler now. ‘I will admit I did consider requesting another payment. Considering everything I’ve been through this evening in order to rescue you I feel I would have been perfectly within my rights to do so. But you made it clear last time that you wouldn’t welcome such a suggestion again so I didn’t bother, even though I know you enjoyed it, whatever you may try to pretend.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Hermione mumbled.
She suddenly felt stupid and ashamed of her behaviour. She should be thanking Lucius profusely for his rescue of her, not accusing him of things that he had no intention of doing. She was literally thirty seconds’ walk from the gates of Hogwarts and complete freedom. It was time for her to be grateful, not judgemental.
‘Thank you, Mr Malfoy,’ she said and held out her hand to shake his.
Lucius stared at her hand for a moment before taking it.
‘Call me Lucius,’ he suggested. ‘I think we’ve gone beyond surnames by now, haven’t we?’
Hermione smiled. ‘Thank you, Lucius. I really am very grateful for what you did, even if I didn’t make that clear to begin with.’
‘Here, you’ll need this.’ Lucius pulled her wand out of his pocket with his free hand and handed it to her. Hermione looked at him in surprise. ‘You need to go,’ Lucius said, releasing her hand and moving back.
The urge to pull Hermione to him and Apparate away, back to Malfoy Manor where he could live out his fantasies, was growing again but Lucius had to let her go. He would be the hero, not the villain, for once in his life.
‘Go!’ he repeated more urgently.
Hermione nodded once more and walked across the road. She touched the massive wrought iron gates with the winged boars on top of the columns at either side with her wand and waited for someone to come and let her in. She turned and waved at Lucius.
He raised his hand in a gesture of farewell, and as Hermione watched, he Apparated away with a pop.
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