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Legend of the Wolf	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 32071 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from JK Rowling’s fantastic books or films, I’m just borrowing and playing with them for a little while and get no monetary reward for doing so.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Epilogue
- 3
- 4
- 5
When Lucius returned to the bathroom, Hermione was still in the bath, drowsing happily in the water that she had refreshed several times. He smiled as he walked towards the tub, taking in the scent of almonds.
‘I take it you’ve enjoyed the bath?’ he asked.
Hermione jerked awake at his voice, looking confused for a moment. Then she remembered where she was.
‘It’s been wonderful,’ she admitted. ‘I’m not sure I want to get out.’
Lucius looked amused. ‘You won’t be wanting these, then?’ He held out a small bundle of something that might well be clothing.
Hermione looked at them, a little surprised that he was going to allow her to dress after all.
He put the bundle on a chair near the door then moved back over to the table, selecting a bath sheet from the pile which he flicked open and held up in front of the bath.
‘While I’m glad you enjoyed your bath, Hermione, we really do have to be getting on. So get out now.’ As he spoke Lucius’ voice lost some of its warmth, becoming more commanding by the final sentence.
Hermione was about to retaliate automatically but just about managed to rein herself in. Lucius had allowed her the luxury of having a bath and had brought her clean clothes to wear, and she was getting wrinkled from sitting in the rapidly cooling water for so long, anyway.
Lucius didn’t look away as Hermione stood up and climbed out of the bath, his pale grey eyes examining every inch of her body as she walked into the towel. She tried not to cringe or blush with embarrassment at the intrusive gaze. But he didn’t comment or touch her, merely wrapped the towel around her and stepped back, waiting while she fiddled with it to make herself more respectable.
‘I shall wait outside for you. Don’t be long,’ he said, his voice sounding husky.
Hermione picked up a smaller towel to wrap around her head. ‘What about my hair?’ she asked. ‘’If I don’t dry it properly it’ll explode all over the place. It really is a complete nightmare.’
‘Don’t worry about your hair,’ Lucius advised. ‘Just get dressed and meet me outside.’
He opened the door and exited, closing it behind him. Hermione stared at the door for a moment. She knew she couldn’t stay in the bathroom for much longer and she didn’t want to risk Lucius’ wrath or he might decide clothes weren’t necessary after all. The few seconds she had already spent naked in his presence were more than sufficient to make her realise she didn’t want to go through that again.
She looked at the small pile of items he had left on the chair. It appeared that Lucius didn’t believe in underwear, or maybe he just didn’t have anything in her size, she was far better endowed in all departments than his stick-thin wife, after all.
Hermione picked up the shirt and examined it. It was white cotton, quite a bit larger than her, and had lace at the cuffs and down the front. She strongly suspected that it belonged to Lucius or one of his male ancestors rather than Narcissa. She opened a couple of the buttons and put it on over her head, looking at herself in the mirror. Fortunately, it was long, enough so to cover her bottom and thighs as Lucius was particularly tall, especially next to her. But it was baggy enough to be a sack and looked awful.
She turned back to the chair to see what else, if anything, Lucius had left her. She laughed and shook her head when she saw the silk stockings he had also provided. Trust him to be a typical male pervert. Well, she wasn’t wearing those. There were silky chiffon scarves too, several of them in various different colours although she wasn’t entirely sure why.
Hermione picked up one of the scarves and tied it around her waist, pulling the shirt into something slightly more figure-fitting. She looked critically at the mirror again, bending down and over to see the effect the shortened length had. As long as she stayed standing upright she wasn’t showing her bottom, but she really wished she had at least a pair of knickers.
She debated for a moment as she continued to look at the chair and then used two of the remaining scarves to fashion a very rudimentary and not awfully comfortable thong-type covering. It wasn’t in any way stylish, but at least it covered her up, which was her only real concern.
Hermione looked at the chair once more. The stockings were still there, as were a pair of soft slippers. She ignored the stockings and picked up the shoes, dropping them to the floor. She worked her feet into the slippers as she rubbed at her hair with the towel, attempting to dry it. There was nothing she could do to make it better so she ignored it and folded the towel, then reached for the larger sheet and folded that too, leaving them hanging over the edge of the bath.
She stared at the pile of dirty clothes on the floor and considered for a moment. Her underwear was in there, but it was filthy and she didn’t want to put it back on. Now that she was clean and wearing fresh clothes, however sparse, the idea of putting on dirty, smelly ones really didn’t appeal.
Hermione wished she’d had the foresight to think about washing them while she was in the bath, but it was too late now. At least she was covered and maybe if she managed to survive that long, Lucius would eventually clean and return her old clothes to her.
There was a knock on the door.
‘Are you ready? What on earth is taking you so long?’ The door opened and Lucius looked her up and down. ‘Leave your clothes and come with me,’ he commanded.
Hermione dropped the clothes she had just picked up and followed Lucius out of the door. Instead of taking her back to her room he led her the other way, down the corridor until they reached the stairs.
‘I see you decided against the stockings,’ Lucius observed. He sounded amused.
‘I had no need for them,’ Hermione said. ‘You would have been better off providing some underwear. Knickers are far more useful than stockings.’
‘But nowhere near as arousing,’ Lucius pointed out. ‘Perhaps I should have ordered you to wear them.’
‘It’s the only way I would have done,’ Hermione countered.
She followed Lucius down the stairs and into a huge entrance hall. A moment later they entered a dining room with a large table set with two place settings at the end nearest the door. Lucius indicated where Hermione should sit, and as she moved there he threw the stockings onto the table mat in front of her.
‘Put the stockings on,’ he said coldly. He sat down in his own seat next to her at the head of the table and waited.
Hermione looked at the stockings, frowning. She hadn’t seen him pick them up. With a sigh, she took hold of one and leant down to put it on. She could feel Lucius watching her as she did so. A few seconds later she reached for the second and put that on too.
‘That’s better. Now you just need to undo a few buttons. You look far too stuffy with it done right up to the neck like that,’ Lucius told her sounding smug. He was obviously enjoying his moment of control.
He indicated her throat and waited while Hermione undid first one, then a second and finally, extremely unhappily as it showed rather more cleavage than she was happy with considering the lack of underwear, a third.
His eyes raked over her for a moment, then he grinned. ‘Now, let’s eat. I don’t know about you but I’m starving.’
Hermione didn’t say anything but waited as house-elves appeared, seemingly from nowhere, carrying trays. They laid them on the table and paused for a moment as Lucius inspected the dishes, then left the couple alone once more.
Lucius picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into two glasses, one of which he passed to Hermione. She looked at the glass for a moment then put it down on the table and stared at the dishes of food.
‘Do you like shellfish?’ Lucius asked as he began to spoon a rice dish onto his plate. ‘It’s seafood risotto.’
Hermione gave a small nod. She could feel her stomach rumbling, fortunately silently at the moment, the smell of the food enough to cause that. Although she hadn’t been starved since being taken prisoner, the small meals she had received had been of poor quality and not at all appetising. The risotto looked like a banquet compared to her usual fare.
Lucius held out the plate to her and Hermione took it. They ate in silence. Hermione had poured a goblet of water to drink instead of the wine as she realised she was thirsty and didn’t want to drink too much alcohol. When Lucius noticed this and scowled, she picked up her wine before he could say anything and took a tentative but very small sip.
While she still had no intention of giving in to Lucius, however well he fed her, drunk it might be a different story and at the very least she would be less able to defend herself against his advances. She needed to keep a clear head, although the wine was extremely tasty as long as she just sipped it slowly.
The next course was once again served by Lucius as if he was her own personal waiter. He passed her a larger plate containing steak in a red wine and mushroom sauce, served with asparagus and artichokes. Something tickled at the edges of Hermione’s mind as she looked at the dish, but soon she was too preoccupied with eating it to think about the ingredients and why they bothered her.
It was when Lucius served the dessert, a dark chocolate and salted caramel tart accompanied by thick yellow clotted cream and large plump strawberries whose tips had been dipped in matching dark chocolate, that Hermione realised what her brain had been connecting.
The food, delicious as it was, wasn’t just a feast for the senses: it was a seduction. Everything Lucius had given her, with the exception of the glass of water, was famed for its aphrodisiacal properties — if you believed in that sort of thing . . . and Lucius obviously did.
Hermione wasn’t sure that she did, although she was feeling pleasantly sated after all the good food and far more relaxed than she had been since she was first abducted. Despite the fact that they had hardly spoken since entering the dining room, Lucius was an excellent dining companion and, she realised, far more handsome than she had originally thought, despite his age.
Seeing her looking at him he smiled and raised his wine glass before taking a sip. Hermione watched him, unable to take her eyes off his lips and the way they caressed the glass. She gave a small shiver as he finished drinking and licked his lips, slowly and seductively, knowing she was watching his every movement. Then she jumped as his hand touched her thigh nearest to him, fingers brushing at the top of the stocking, causing a little tickling sensation that ran right through her.
Hermione pulled her leg away, noticing the angry expression that crossed Lucius’ face as she did so. A large part of her was cautioning Hermione not to upset Lucius when things were going so well, but another part of her that was fighting against the feeling the meal had invoked was telling her she had to fight it, had to get away from Lucius before something bad happened, something she would surely regret.
She took a deep breath and said, ‘While I very much appreciate the wonderful bath — and this delicious meal has been so much better than the stuff you usually give me — it doesn’t in any way change my feelings about you, Mr Malfoy. I’m sure all of this was supposed to be some sort of grand seduction, but I’m afraid it didn’t work. I still have no desire or intention for any sort of relationship with you, especially an intimate one.’
‘Is that so?’ Lucius replied a touch waspishly. Before Hermione realised what he was doing he leant towards her once more and forced his hand up between her legs. ‘Then perhaps I should just take what I want and not worry about how you feel about it.’ He looked at her in confusion. ‘What the hell is that? I didn’t give you any underwear.’
Hermione, whose heart had almost stopped when Lucius tried to grope her, felt a sudden rush of relief as she remembered the makeshift knickers. They had been enough to stop him from touching her skin. But Lucius grabbed hold of the material and pulled, and the badly knotted garment fell apart under the strain. Hermione hurriedly pushed her chair back and stood up, moving out of Lucius’ reach as he stared at the scarves.
‘You think you’re so clever, don’t you?’ he growled, his voice positively glacial now as anger surfaced once again. ‘But don’t worry, Mudblood, you are going to give yourself to me . . . and gratefully. I can assure you of that.’
Hermione shook her head. Bravely she insisted, ‘I told you before, Mr Malfoy, it doesn’t matter how much you torture me, I will never be yours. You are the last person in the world I would ever choose as a lover.’
Lucius clenched his fist around the material that was still in his hand, his face fierce. Then with a wicked smile, he opened his palm and brought the scarf to his nose, making a big show of sniffing it. Hermione stared at him in horror and embarrassment.
‘I can assure you that you will give yourself to me . . . you’re even going to beg me to do it, and there will be no torture involved,’ he said, his voice back to being deep and husky. ‘You will be mine . . . and sooner than you think.’ Once again he began to smell the material, sniffing deeply.
Hermione shook her head again but had nothing to say this time. She was getting freaked out by his show with the scarf and it was making her stomach twist in that way she hated so much. She had no idea why Lucius was so convinced that she was going to give in to him. She had already proved torture didn’t work, but then again he had said he wasn’t going to torture her. Did that mean he had drugged her in some way in order to remove her free will?
She looked back at the table. Perhaps he had put something in the food. But that didn’t seem quite right either. If Lucius was going to take her by force he could have done that at any time, he wouldn’t have needed to go through his seduction scenario. He really was still expecting her to give herself to him willingly, but she had absolutely no idea why.
‘Mmmm, you smell good,’ Lucius said, his voice sounding salacious now. ‘I can’t wait to get more intimate with that particular area of your body.’ He licked his lips lewdly, the move not lost on Hermione, and she shivered. Then he licked the material. ‘I can’t decide whether to get you to sit on my face or whether to tie you down and tease you with my tongue until you beg me to stop.’ He chuckled as he looked at Hermione’s stricken face, clearly enjoying her discomfort. He waved his hand dismissively. ‘Actually, it doesn’t really matter. You and I will be doing everything I’ve ever thought about doing with you. You’re not going to be able to move, let alone walk, by the time I’ve finished with you.’
He stood up now and moved towards Hermione. She seemed to be frozen in place, desperately trying not to visualise the things Lucius was talking about doing to her. One hand took hold of her arm, the other began to stroke her cheek.
‘And I promise you, you are going to absolutely love it, Hermione,’ Lucius finished, his voice soft and seductive. Hermione shivered again and her stomach flipped.
‘I don’t know what you think you’re going to do to make me change my mind but I know I won’t,’ Hermione replied adamantly. She was aware she sounded scared and cursed herself for it.
‘Ah, so eager to find out,’ Lucius said. There was amusement mixed in with the seduction now. ‘So, now the meal’s over, let’s go and play.’
Play? What did he mean, play? Hermione’s heart suddenly beat faster again and her stomach twisted, the rich food she had just eaten making her feel sick now.
‘I’ve invited a few of my friends round,’ Lucius said conversationally as he led her towards the door. ‘It should be an entertaining evening and I think I can guarantee that by the end of it, you and I will have had a good night.’ He winked at her as he led her into another room.
There were already several other people inhabiting the room, all with drinks and all talking loudly. Hermione looked around and realised that they were probably all Death Eaters. They were definitely all male. She could feel herself being scrutinised in return as she walked through the room with Lucius and couldn’t help but feel extremely vulnerable and rather too aware of her lack of underwear.
‘Relax, Hermione, this is supposed to be fun,’ Lucius whispered in her ear, clearly relishing her uneasiness. ‘Aren’t you enjoying yourself?’
Hermione felt herself shiver again. She still had no idea what Lucius was up to but this wasn’t helping either to relax her or to make her feel any more likely to want to sleep with him.
He passed her a glass of wine, which she was holding on to but not really drinking. Instead, she was taking it, in turn, to gaze at each group of Death Eaters, which was how she finally realised that she knew how Lucius expected to get her submit to him.
Suddenly it became clear that he intended to prove her claim, that he was the last man in the world she would get intimate with, to be a lie. Hurriedly she began to study the men in the room more closely, needing to make sure that what she had told him was true. But it didn’t take long before she realised Lucius had her trapped.
Most of the blond Death Eater’s colleagues were the same age or older than him, which wasn’t really a surprise as they were the core of Voldemort’s followers who had been with him since the first war. The main difference was that Lucius was handsome, unlike most of the others. Some of them were so physically repugnant that Hermione felt sick as she imagined having to be intimate with any of them.
As she looked at a man who she had gathered from the conversation was called Rodolphus, she knew with a sinking heart that there was absolutely no way on earth she would ever let him lay a single finger on her. Lucius Malfoy, for all his faults, was definitely a better bet than this man.
There were others, too, who she knew she would be unable to allow anywhere near her: a couple of them so old that they would have made Professor Dumbledore seem like a youngster, and one whose face was so twisted that she couldn’t even look at him properly as his squinty eyes were making her feel nauseated.
It wasn’t all bad, though. There were a couple of younger men who seemed okay although they wouldn’t have been Hermione’s natural choice for a lover, and there were several middle-aged men who seemed normal enough except for being Death Eaters.
However, Hermione was sure that when it came to choosing his rival Lucius wasn’t going to choose one of the youngsters or the good-looking man with his dark hair in a ponytail who she had seen talking to several of the groups. Even Lucius had to have realised she would defy him with someone like that. But against the man with the squint or one of the other horrors Lucius would be onto a sure-fire winner and faced with that choice Hermione wasn’t at all certain she would be able to stick to her promise to herself not to submit to him.
As she watched and waited a terrible vision entered Hermione’s mind of Lucius pairing her with each of the men one after another to see what her reaction would be. She could feel herself shaking and tears welled up in her eyes as she considered what that would mean for her.
She took a large mouthful of her wine, then took a deep breath. That was a ridiculous thought. Lucius wouldn’t offer her out like that as he had to be aware that she would accept most of them, even if only to spite him, and she knew he wanted her to himself.
When the contest came, and she was convinced now that was what was going to happen, it would be with one of the ones she couldn’t even consider. Eventually, Lucius was going to get his way, and Hermione knew he would make her pay for her defiance in every way possible.
It depressed her to think that all her weeks of resistance were going to fall at this final hurdle and it hurt, even more, to realise that she had subjected herself to the Cruciatus Curse for no good reason. It was even possible that had she given Lucius what he wanted when he first suggested it she might have been free by now, returned to Hogwarts and the safety of the castle, impregnable from Death Eaters and hidden away from Voldemort.
‘Anyone taken your fancy?’ Lucius asked, causing Hermione to jump in surprise. She hadn’t realised he was standing there.
He was carrying two more glasses of wine. Lucius handed one of them to Hermione and took her almost empty glass from her. He grinned when Hermione’s face paled at his comment. He had been watching her looking around at the various men in the room and wondering if she had finally worked out how he was going to get her to agree to be his lover.
Looking at her expression he thought she had, and he could feel the excitement rising within him. Tonight he was, at last, going to get to experience that which he had wanted so badly for so long. He was going to relieve the gorgeous and extremely desirable Hermione Granger of her virginity and introduce her to every possible way of making love he could imagine — and Lucius prided himself on his extremely vivid imagination.
Having seen Hermione’s reaction to some of the guests, he already knew exactly who to choose to ensure she capitulated and gave him what he wanted, but he had no intention of letting the tension end for her just yet. Instead, he was going to make her wait for the whole evening, vulnerable and almost naked until eventually, she might even beg him to end the torment and take her to bed.
He wandered off to put down the empty glass and to talk to a group of friends that he hadn’t yet said hullo to, knowing the whole time that Hermione was watching him and the others with building desperation.
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