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Captive	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 27088 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
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PART TWO - POST-WAR

Hermione looked around her as she entered the Leaky Cauldron. It was full of the sort of people she would expect for the late afternoon crowd: early evening diners and those stopping for a quick drink before making their way home after work or a day of shopping in Diagon Alley. However, the one person she had been hoping would be there wasn’t in the main bar area, although she wasn’t entirely surprised by that. She made her way to the bar and waited patiently until Tom, the barman, finished serving the group in front of her.
‘What would you like?’ he asked. Somewhere between the till and getting to Hermione Tom had gained a glass, which he was polishing with a cloth.
‘A large glass of dry white wine, please, Soave if you have it.’
She waited until he returned with her change before saying, ‘I understand Lucius Malfoy is staying here. Has he returned yet?’
Tom stared at her suspiciously for a moment, her change still in his hand.
‘Are you a reporter?’ he asked coolly.
Hermione smiled and shook her head as she reached her hand out for the change. ‘No. I’m a friend. He’s not expecting me but I was hoping to have a drink with him if he’s back.’
Tom looked unmoved by her explanation. He picked up another glass and began to polish it.
‘Are you sure you’re not a reporter? I recognise your face from somewhere.’
Hermione held up her hands in supplication. ‘I swear I’m not. My name is Hermione Granger and I’m just a friend of Lucius’.’
‘A friend, eh? Funny, ’cos he was a Death Eater, wasn’t he? Didn’t he fight against your lot during the war?’ Tom’s voice gave no indication whether he thought this was a good thing or not.
‘He was cleared of those charges earlier today. Harry and I both gave evidence at his trial to help him,’ Hermione said. She took a sip of her wine, then added honestly, ‘I’m not really sure what to do now as I wanted to surprise him with a congratulatory drink, but he doesn’t appear to be down here unless he’s in a private area. I understand that you’re protective of your clientele, Tom, but I really would like to see him if possible, even if only for a couple of minutes.’
Tom disappeared to the other end of the bar to serve several customers. Hermione took a seat at the bar and looked around the room with interest as she drank her wine. She didn’t really feel comfortable in pubs, particularly when she was on her own, but she had chanced it in the hope that Lucius would be there celebrating his release.
She couldn’t blame the landlord for wanting to protect his customers but it was extremely annoying when she had made the effort to come here. She could either give up or sit down here in the bar and hope that eventually Lucius would turn up, maybe once the bulk of the early evening customers had left.
‘Do you want another glass of wine?’ Tom had finally returned to Hermione’s end of the bar. He indicated her now empty glass.
‘Thank you, I will,’ Hermione replied.
‘He’s back and he’s in room seven,’ Tom told her quietly when he placed the glass in front of her. ‘You’d better hope he wants to see you.’
Hermione smiled as she paid him. ‘Thank you so much, Tom. If he doesn’t want to see me I’ll leave immediately with no fuss, I promise.’
She picked up her glass, took a sip for Dutch courage, and made her way towards the stairs that led to the rooms.
Hermione still wasn’t sure why she was going to see Lucius; she wasn’t even sure why she had decided to testify for him in court, but something was drawing her to him and she knew she couldn’t rest until she had spoken to him.
She guessed it was because she still believed that if it hadn’t been for Lucius’ rescue of her a few years before she would be dead, and it was quite likely that without her there to help him, Harry and possibly even Ron would have ended up dead, too, at the hands of Voldemort. Instead, Harry had prevailed and the Dark wizard Lucius had followed for so many years had finally been defeated and was never coming back.
Despite the fact that he had forced payment from her that she hadn’t wanted to give, Hermione still felt profoundly grateful to Lucius for what he had done and this had made her decide that she had to try to help him escape prison, especially as she was fairly certain that the Malfoys’ allegiance had changed by the time of the Battle of Hogwarts.
She was aware that Ron couldn’t understand why she had done it, but then he was still angry with Lucius and his family for what they had allowed Bellatrix to do to her when they had been held captive at Malfoy Manor during the war. Hermione had instinctively understood that the Malfoys had no choice but to allow their insane relative to torture her and were unable to do anything to stop her; she, unlike her fierce friend, felt little animosity towards them because of it.
Harry had already agreed to testify on Lucius’ behalf before Hermione had decided to do so, as Lucius’ wife, Narcissa, had helped Harry while he was in the forest by lying to Voldemort about his apparent demise. This had enabled him to get back to the school and had given him the edge he needed to finish the Dark wizard once and for all. Hermione knew Harry had no love for Lucius but had felt that he needed to speak up for the Malfoys as they had helped him.
Hermione’s testimony had come as a complete surprise to everyone, including Lucius and her best friends, and she was fairly certain it had been the deciding factor in allowing the blond man to go free rather than be sent to Azkaban with the other captured Death Eaters.
Lucius had committed crimes against the wizarding world. He had freely admitted them to the Wizengamot, wanting to be seen to have changed and been repentant. But it was Hermione’s story, missing the part where payment had been demanded and received, that had proved to the court that he had, as Lucius had suggested during his trial, defected from Voldemort’s side long before the ghastly final battle at Hogwarts that had ended with the Dark wizard’s death.
Despite seeing Lucius a few times since her escape, none of them had ever been the sort of situation where Hermione could talk to him and thank him properly for his rescue of her. Now she wanted to congratulate him on the result of the trial, too. She took another sip of her wine as she stood outside room seven wondering whether this was a good idea. Probably not, but she would do it anyway. If Lucius didn’t want to see her he would soon send her away.
She knocked on the door and waited, fighting the urge to turn and run.
After several long seconds, the door opened slightly. Lucius looked wary as he peered out of the crack. Once he realised it was Hermione he opened the door wider, smiling at her as he ushered her inside.
‘Hermione! Come in. What a pleasure to see you again. What are you doing here?’
‘I won’t stay long,’ Hermione said, feeling anxious that she had intruded. ‘I just wanted to say congratulations on the result of the trial.’
Lucius closed the door behind her and walked towards a table. He picked up a bottle of champagne and turned towards her.
‘Do you want a drink—’ He spotted the glass she was holding and put the bottle back down, picking up his own half-full glass instead. ‘You’ve already got one. I was just celebrating my release – all thanks to you, of course.’
He lifted the glass in a toast to her before taking a sip.
‘I think Harry helped,’ Hermione pointed out humbly.
Lucius grinned widely. ‘He did, and I’m very grateful to him, but you definitely swung it with the Wizengamot, Hermione. Your story of how I bravely rescued you was beautiful; it really made them see me in a completely different light. It was wonderful and I was extremely touched by the gesture.’ He took another sip of his champagne, then scrutinised Hermione. ‘I’m obviously extremely glad you did, but what on earth made you decide to help me?’
‘You saved my life! Without you, I would have been dead and Harry might never have been able to defeat Voldemort. Why wouldn’t I want everyone to know that?’
Hermione’s exclamation sounded a little surprised as if she couldn’t understand why Lucius didn’t know why she had testified for him.
‘Yes, I helped you, but I didn’t do out of the goodness of my heart,’ Lucius pointed out. ‘I did it because you paid me to, but you didn’t mention anything about that during the trial.’
Hermione was a little embarrassed now. ‘I didn’t think anyone needed to know about that part. Why, did you want me to tell the court that you only rescued me because I shagged you?’
Lucius shook his head. ‘No, I’m glad you left it out. I don’t think that story would have endeared me to the old busybodies in the Wizengamot quite so much. I’m just surprised that you didn’t mention payment at all, not even in passing.’
‘Perhaps I realised that I probably owed you more,’ Hermione said with a slight shrug.
It had been during her time on the run with Harry and Ron that Hermione had finally realised how difficult it must have been for Lucius to rescue her from the cave and what he had risked in doing so. It had been playing on her mind ever since: the thought that maybe she still owed Lucius for what he had done for her.
‘Well if you did, today you’ve repaid it with considerable interest,’ Lucius answered convivially. ‘Consider any debt between us repaid in full.’
Hermione realised that she didn’t really have anything more to say and knew she ought to leave before things turned awkward between them.
‘I really should be going, Lucius. I didn’t mean to intrude. I just wanted say how pleased I was that you were cleared.’ Hermione leant forward and kissed him on the cheek. ‘Thank you one last time for rescuing me.’
Lucius smiled. ‘I’m glad you came to see me, Hermione. I have my freedom because of you so it gives me a chance to thank you in return.’
Hermione put her now empty glass on the table and began to walk towards the door. Lucius followed her.
‘Do you know why I insisted on no kissing or touching while we were having sex?’ he asked suddenly.
Hermione turned to face him, looking a little surprised at the question.
‘I assumed it was because I’m Muggle-born. You fancied me enough to want to shag me but you didn’t want it to turn personal.’
‘You were partly right,’ Lucius said as he moved closer to her.
Hermione felt herself stiffen with anger. Even now, after everything that had happened, Lucius still couldn’t see past her blood-status. Perhaps he hadn’t changed that much after all.
‘The truth is that I had to keep it as a business transaction and not let it get personal,’ Lucius admitted. ‘I wanted to kiss you, to hold you, to make love to you properly – I desired it more than you realise, Hermione. But if we had made it personal I would never have been able to let you go, would never have had the strength of mind to release you. I would have wanted to keep you near me, keep you somewhere where I could make love to you again and again, regardless of what that would mean.
‘But that was never our agreement, and deep inside a part of me knew that you needed to be free to help Potter so I had to make it business-like, although in truth it hurt to see you upset by my attitude towards you. I want to apologise for that before you leave. I want you to know the truth.’
Hermione stared at Lucius for several seconds without saying anything, her heart suddenly pounding as she processed what he was saying. Although she had never wanted to have sex with him in the first place it had hurt when Lucius had rejected her attempt to make it less mechanical, and she had always assumed it was because he considered her inferior. Now he was telling her that his feelings for her ran much deeper than she had ever thought possible and she wasn’t sure what she should say or do in response.
‘I’m sorry if I’ve shocked you,’ Lucius said calmly. ‘I just thought you should know.’
Hermione realised that he had moved again and was now standing close enough to touch.
‘Lucius—’ she whispered.
‘You’re so beautiful, Hermione,’ he told her, his hand reaching out to stroke her face.
Hermione closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his touch even though she knew she shouldn’t.
Lucius wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him, his mouth finding hers tenderly but with a forcefulness that told Hermione he had no intention of stopping. She wrapped her arms around him in return, enjoying the kiss that should have happened so much sooner.
A second kiss followed the first, more passionate still, and then a third, and then they were moving. Lucius guided Hermione towards the bed, his hands roaming now, no longer just on her waist. Her hands were moving, too, pulling at his clothes the same way he was doing with hers, the two of them eager to undress each other. They crashed onto the bed, tongues still entwined as they fought to remove clothes; Hermione’s bra proved to be an easy challenge for Lucius to beat.
Finally, he broke free and moved so he could concentrate on Hermione’s skirt and underwear. His hands parted her legs and his mouth swooped to taste her, his tongue following the trail his fingers had taken so long before. Hermione sighed as Lucius savoured every moment, his only goal to make her cum as she had once made him cum with her mouth.
Part of Hermione was astonished at what was happening but most of her knew that this was what she needed; was, in truth, what she had craved ever since Lucius had first made love to her. Now they finally had the chance to really satisfy each other properly and Lucius was making a wonderful start.
Her orgasm was swift and intense, and even before Lucius released her she was reaching for him, keen to get beneath the trousers and pants and find his cock. It was already erect but Hermione wanted Lucius to know she was as eager as he. Her hand wrapped around it, remembering the grip he had taught her.
His gasp of pleasure was enough to spur Hermione on and her mouth dipped to envelop the hard length, taking him as deep as she could manage. Lucius groaned loudly, his fingers running through her hair. She sucked him hard then released him, knowing what she needed now, what she was sure he needed, too.
Hermione lay on her back as Lucius climbed on top of her, his cock already pressing for entrance. Without waiting she guided him in; then they started moving against each other and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face down to kiss her, knowing this time he wouldn’t refuse. Their bodies entwined as they drove each other on, hard, thrusting and urgent, each wanting the other to climax, each already so close as they devoured each other.
Then Hermione was crying out and waves of ecstasy washed over her as the ache within her changed from unbearable to joyous. She was lightheaded and having trouble breathing; as if she had floated free from her body. Lucius was cumming, too, calling out words she couldn’t understand in her current state although she understood the emotion behind them.
They collapsed in each other’s arms, lips still meeting as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking, both too exhausted to do anything but cuddle.
‘That was absolutely amazing,’ Hermione admitted happily once she could talk again. ‘Thank you, Lucius.’
Lucius smiled appreciatively. ‘No, thank you, Hermione, for giving me the opportunity to experience something so wonderful with you. I always knew it would be that good between us. Now I know I did the right thing because I’m more certain than ever that I would never have been able to let you go.’ He squeezed her tightly. ‘I don’t want to let you go tonight. You don’t have to leave, do you?’
Hermione considered for a moment. She wanted to stay more than anything in the world, but she also knew it was wrong. Lucius was a married man and there was no excuse for their behaviour; even what they had just done was inexcusable really. But although she knew all that she really didn’t want to leave – not now, not when they had just found each other again. She decided she would leave it up to Lucius. If he didn’t care about his wife, neither would she.
‘What about Narcissa?’
Lucius looked at her in surprise. ‘What about her?’
‘You’re still married, aren’t you? I don’t think you should be shagging me when she’s still your wife.’
Lucius chuckled. ‘The same held true before but you never mentioned her then.’
‘You were a Death Eater,’ Hermione reminded him, ‘and if you remember I had just had firsthand experience of what you and your colleagues got up to during raids so I didn’t really expect anything else. But this is different – the war is over, the Death Eaters are gone and you’re just plain old Lucius Malfoy who is married to Narcissa . . . and we’ve just cheated on her.’
‘I don’t like you calling me plain or old,’ Lucius grumbled.
‘You know what I mean, though,’ Hermione retorted.
Lucius sighed. ‘Yes. I know what you mean. But you don’t have to worry. My delightful wife would probably applaud you for taking me off her hands. Had there been any affection left between us I would never have demanded the payment I did in the first place and I would certainly never have told you how much I wanted you this evening.
‘Narcissa and I became estranged many years ago and our sex life disappeared several years before that, but even if it hadn’t it would have been over by now. She hasn’t forgiven me for what I put our family through during the war. Despite holding the same views and her own sister being far worse than we ever were, she blames everything on me. She hasn’t told me officially yet but I think she’s considering leaving me and starting a new life away from the bad memories Malfoy Manor holds for her.
‘But even if she doesn’t it wouldn’t change anything. She’s my wife in name only, and unless you’re completely opposed to the idea I would really like you to stay with me tonight, Hermione. I haven’t even begun to pleasure you in the way I want to. I want to get to know every single inch of your beautiful body intimately, as I hope you might explore mine.’
‘All right, I’ll stay,’ Hermione agreed.
Lucius happily pulled her to him for another kiss that went on for several minutes.
‘You’re not going to regret this, I promise,’ he told her.
Hermione wasn’t sure whether she would or not; there was always the possibility of guilt eating her up later, but right now there was nothing she wanted more than to spend the night making love with Lucius.
‘I’m sure you’re right,’ she said.
He kissed her again.
‘I’ll get us some more champagne. We are celebrating, after all.’

‘I have to admit that I still don’t want to let you go,’ Lucius told Hermione as he held her tightly. ‘I thought last night would be enough but I’m not sure that even if I spent every night of the rest of my life with you, it would ever be enough.’
Hermione kissed him, then tried to pull herself from his arms.
‘That’s really sweet, Lucius, but I have to get up. I’ve got a job to get to and I need to go home and get changed first. I can’t go into work in the same clothes as yesterday,’ Hermione pointed out.
‘Do you need to go?’ Lucius asked a touch petulantly, redoubling his grip on her. ‘I’m really not ready to let go of you yet.’
‘Yes, I need to go. If I don’t I’ll lose my job and I don’t want that to happen. I’d never be able to afford the rent on my flat if I had no job and as much as I love my mum and dad I really don’t want to end up having to live with them again. They try, but they really don’t understand the wizarding world.’
‘I forgot you’re poor,’ Lucius replied without thinking.
‘You make it sound like a disease,’ Hermione accused, trying once again to pull away from him.
‘I didn’t mean it like that,’ Lucius said soothingly. He tried changing the subject. ‘Do you like your job?’
‘I guess. I mean, it’s not really what I wanted to do but there aren’t any spare posts in the Magical Creatures Department at the moment so I’m working in Transport until a vacancy comes up. It’s okay. Percy Weasley’s my boss and he’s pretty good.’
‘Why on earth do you want to work in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures?’ Lucius asked. He seemed astonished at the idea.
‘Because I want to help house-elves.’
‘But they don’t want help. They’re perfectly happy as they are,’ Lucius suggested.
Hermione sat up and glared at him, annoyed at his condescending tone. ‘That’s because wizards like you have spent thousands of years convincing them that’s how they should feel. It’s not right and it’s not fair and I intend to do something about it.’
‘It’s obviously an important issue for you. I hadn’t realised you were quite so driven,’ Lucius said mildly.
‘Well, I am. I’m fed up with wizards treating house-elves like slaves in the same way that Pure-bloods treat Muggle-borns as if they’re inferior when it’s all complete bollocks.’
‘Whoa, calm down, Nellie. There’s no need for you to get so upset; you’re preaching to the converted where Muggle-borns are concerned,’ Lucius said.
‘Yes, but you’ve still got house-elves, haven’t you?’ Hermione accused.
Lucius sighed. ‘I have, but I honestly couldn’t run a house as large as Malfoy Manor without them.’
‘You could pay them, though, and give them holidays and stuff . . . a decent standard of living.’
Somewhat grouchily, Lucius replied, ‘My house-elves are generally very well treated, I’ll have you know. They’ve been with the Malfoy family for generations and I suspect they would all have a major panic attack if I tried to offer them wages. House-elves don’t react very well to changes to the status quo. Just remember that when you’re trying to help them, Hermione.’
‘Will you try, though?’ Hermione asked hopefully.
Lucius stared at her for a few seconds, then sighed. ‘For you, yes. But I wouldn’t hold your breath, honestly.’ He saw Hermione look sceptical so he added, ‘You can come and see for yourself if you want. Actually, that’s why I was asking if you like your job.’
‘Why?’ Hermione looked back, intrigued.
‘Well, I was thinking of offering you a job, but if you were already doing something you loved, a lifelong vocation type of thing, then there wasn’t much point. But as you’re just slumming it in the Transport Department until something better comes along you might want to consider it.’ He stroked the inside of her thigh, fingers tickling her skin as they talked.
‘I’ve no intention of becoming a whore, not even for you, Lucius,’ Hermione said jokingly.
‘Really? That’s a shame because I would be more than happy to keep you fully employed,’ Lucius replied with a twinkle in his eye. ‘As it happens, that wasn’t the job I was going to offer. I was actually hoping that you might become my librarian.’
‘Your what?’
‘Librarian, as in looking after my library,’ Lucius told her smugly.
Hermione thumped him. ‘I know what a librarian is, thank you very much. What I don’t understand is why you want me to be one.’
‘I understand that you have a great deal of interest in books – at least you used to have, according to Draco. I have an extremely large library which is in desperate need of extensive cataloguing and I thought you might like to undertake the work. I would obviously pay you a salary at least commensurate with what you’re getting at the moment, probably better if your wages are as dismal as I suspect they are. Additionally, there will also be an opportunity for you to live at the manor if you wish, to save you having to travel every day.’
‘Are you serious?’ Hermione asked suspiciously. ‘This isn’t just some excuse to keep me near you, is it?’
‘I’m completely serious about this, Hermione. I’ve been meaning to sort it out for a few years but never got round to it; then it occurred to me that it might be your sort of thing. I warn you now that it’s a massive project, though. The collection is extensive and varied so there will be a lot of cataloguing before you can put it into some sensible sort of order. There’s probably at least a year’s worth of work, maybe more just completing that part of the job. Of course, you’re welcome to come and see the library first to see if it’s something you might be interested in doing. I’d be happy to show you around the rest of the manor at the same time. Keeping you near me would be a bonus.’ He winked at her.
‘Okay, I’ll come and look at your library and see if I think I can do anything with it. I’m not making any promises, though.’
Lucius appeared pleased with her response. Eagerly he said, ‘Good. When can you come? I suppose today is too much to hope for?’
‘Yes, it is. I still need to go to work.’ Hermione considered for a few seconds. ‘How about I come down to Malfoy Manor on Thursday or maybe Friday? I can see whether it will suit, with a view to starting work at the weekend if it does.’
‘You can definitely come down on Thursday – the sooner the better as far as I’m concerned. There’s no way you’ll be working at the weekend, though. I don’t allow any of that,’ Lucius said mock-sternly.
‘It’s a bit far for me to go just to come back to London for the weekend and then have to go back to Malfoy Manor on Monday,’ Hermione pointed out.
Lucius looked confused. ‘Who said anything about you going home for the weekend? There are plenty of interesting things to do at the manor, you know. I’m sure you won’t get bored, and I’ll definitely be happy to have you there.’
‘Will Narcissa be in attendance?’ Hermione asked.
‘Yes. You’ll be able to talk to her about the project. I expect she’ll have a few ideas, she usually does. Then I’m sure you’ll soon realise I’m telling the truth about our relationship. So, will you come down on Thursday?’
Hermione nodded. ‘I’ll see if I can get the time off. I have to admit it does sound more interesting than working in transport.’
‘There are a lot of extremely old tomes that you might want to study,’ Lucius suggested. ‘There aren’t many dealing with the Dark Arts these days, though. I had to get rid of most of them after Voldemort was killed, but there are probably a couple still lurking on the shelves somewhere that I missed during my cull. As I said, there are so many books I can’t keep track of them, especially when they aren’t stored in any logical order.’
‘I’m looking forward to it,’ Hermione admitted. ‘But now I need to go home and get ready for work. I’ll send you an owl to tell you what day I’m coming down.’
She kissed Lucius, then slid out of bed before he could grab hold of her again. He watched her avidly as she got dressed.
‘I’m going to try one more time to lure you back to bed,’ he said hopefully.
Hermione shook her head with a smile. ‘Never going to happen – I’ve got my bra on now. I’m ready for work. Anyway, if I wait any longer I’m going to be late.’ She walked back to the bed buttoning up her blouse and bent down to kiss him again. ‘I’ll see you later in the week.’
Lucius wrapped his arms around her, his mouth covering hers.
‘I can’t wait to see you again. Thursday can’t come quick enough for me,’ he admitted as he released her.
‘I’m only coming to see the library,’ Hermione reminded him.
Lucius winked. ‘We’ll see about that.’
‘I have to go.’ Hermione walked to the door and waved before opening it.
‘Missing you already,’ Lucius told her.
Hermione shook her head, but she was smiling.
‘Bye, then.’
‘Just leave if you’re going,’ Lucius told her mock grumpily. ‘Otherwise, I’m going to kidnap you and keep you here in my bed.’
‘Thursday,’ Hermione said.
‘Thursday,’ Lucius agreed.
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