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Captive	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 27088 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from J K 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-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 6
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- 8
A/N: Thank you once again for the reviews, I really appreciate them.
Tassana Burrfoot - Yes, it always astonishes me that Jason Isaacs doesn't consider himself attractive, although I guess he's being deprecating; it's a bit big-headed to go around saying you think you're gorgeous. Narcissa is taking it well because there really is no romantic relationship left between them, they're just friends and have been for years. I think you're about to find out what Draco thinks, though . . . . Dx

Hermione rubbed her eyes as she surveyed the piles of books and papers around her. She had spent almost all day working in the library and the dust was making her throat sore and her eyes itchy. She needed to take a break and get a drink but she was having a good run and had found an interesting collection of books from the 1750s that she was looking forward to examining in more detail once she finished work. She knew if she sat down now she wouldn’t do anything more today.
She clicked her fingers to summon a house-elf. She hadn’t liked the idea when she first moved in, but Narcissa had explained that they were used to it and expected it. Although Hermione had tried to talk to the house-elves, and Lucius had been true to his word and tried to offer them salaries and holidays, the distress exhibited by the entire house-elf community at the manor had been so disturbing to Hermione that she had given up and admitted that in this case she probably wasn’t going to have any success, at least not in the short term.
Hermione didn’t intend to give up completely with her reformation of the house-elves of Malfoy Manor but she now realised they needed to be led to freedom slowly and gently, not have it forced upon them. One day she would realise her dream, and she knew now that Lucius would be right alongside her when she did.
She didn’t know the name of the house-elf that appeared at her call — Hermione hadn’t yet learnt all their names as she interacted with them infrequently — but she smiled at it anyway. It smiled back warily, seeming worried that she was going to try to do something to try to free it or something equally horrific.
‘Could you get me a drink, please?’ she asked, noticing that the elf perked up at her words. It understood this order and knew there was no danger in fulfilling it. ‘I don’t really mind what it is, but something long and cold would be perfect. It’s quite dusty in here and it’s making my throat dry. A couple of wet cloths would be appreciated as well, if you don’t mind.’
The elf nodded once, looking relieved to be escaping from her so easily, and disappeared with the popping noise she expected from its magic.
Hermione stood up and leant against the small desk she had pulled into the stacks while she looked at the current list she was compiling. She was actually quite pleased with how much she had got done in the last couple of months, although she suspected she would have managed quite a bit more if Lucius hadn’t kept distracting her at every available opportunity.
She had no idea how much more pornographic material there was scattered throughout the library but she was certain her lover would continue to find it and tempt her with it for as long as possible. Fortunately, he still hadn’t coerced her into having sex in the library although he had reminded her of it several times now. Hermione suspected that eventually he was going to insist because it seemed to be some sort of fantasy for him.
Lucius still wasn’t letting her work at weekends, either, which wasted yet more time — although if she was honest, Hermione actually didn’t mind that too much.
‘A drink of pumpkin juice for you, my lady.’
Hermione turned to see Draco Malfoy holding out a large glass; the condensation made it look opaque, showing just how cold the drink was. She frowned, then immediately dropped the expression before Draco saw it. No one had mentioned to her that he was coming home today, otherwise she would have been better prepared for his arrival which would have included not being stuck on her own at the back of the stacks.
She smiled and took the glass. ‘Thank you, Draco. You didn’t have to bring it, although it’s most appreciated.’
Hermione took a long swig, enjoying the feeling of the cold juice as it eased her parched throat. She took a second mouthful, almost emptying the glass.
‘You really are thirsty,’ Draco said, sounding amused.
‘I’ve been working in here for hours; the atmosphere is quite dry and dusty and it’s made my throat really parched. I needed something to lubricate it.’
Draco seemed as if he was about to say something in reply, his pale eyes glittering with amusement, but then his expression changed as he held out the wet cloths.
‘You asked for these as well?’
‘Perfect,’ Hermione said as she took them off him. She leant back against the table and draped them over her eyes, enjoying the soothing feeling of the cold damp material against the sore, scratchy skin. She sighed happily.
Draco watched her in confusion for a moment. Hermione realised he was probably wondering what she was doing.
‘My eyes are sore as well as my throat,’ she told him. ‘The water soothes the soreness a bit.’
‘I’m impressed at how well you’re getting on with the library,’ Draco said. ‘Mother told me how much you’ve done already.’
‘Thanks to her and the list she had already made,’ Hermione pointed out as she lifted the cloths for a moment to look at him. ‘That really helped.’
Draco smiled. ‘I’m glad you’re settling in. I thought it would be your sort of job.’
Hermione pressed the pads on her eyes again, resisting the urge to scrub them against the itchy skin as she knew it would just make it worse.
‘Your mother told me that you suggested me for the job. I was quite surprised, to be honest, but really pleased to get the opportunity. It’s a fantastic collection and I’m not even a quarter of the way through it yet.’
‘I was hoping it would give us a chance to get to know each other better,’ Draco admitted. ‘I know we didn’t really get on at school because I was being a complete prat, but I’ve always had a lot of respect for you, Hermione . . . more than that, actually,’
Hermione realised Draco was closer now. Too close. Even without being able to see she could feel him looming over her and needed to get him to move.
‘I was hoping that without your friends around to get in the way we might get to know each other a lot better . . . a lot more intimately,’ he continued.
Hermione gasped as Draco unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her, trapping her, and pressed his mouth against her lips. She wriggled and tried to push him away, but he wasn’t letting go.
‘Don’t fight it,’ he whispered. His mouth brushed against hers again, capturing her in a kiss, and his tongue pressed into her mouth.
Hermione kissed him back but then wriggled enough for him to release her when it ended, removing the cloths from her eyes to glare at him.
‘What did you do that for?’ she demanded.
‘I told you. I got you the job so I could get to know you more intimately,’ Draco said, his voice huskier now. ‘You have no idea how much I want you, Hermione.’
He moved forward again, but Hermione held her hand up to stop him.
Draco looked surprised. ‘What’s the matter? I know I’m being a bit forward but I’m only here for a couple of days and I don’t want to waste any time. I want you.’
Ignoring Hermione’s attempt to stop him he picked her up and placed her on the table, moving so he was between her legs, his mouth finding hers again as his arms wrapped around her once more.
‘Stop it, please,’ she pleaded, determined there wouldn’t be a third kiss.
Draco stared at her in disappointment.
‘If you just give me a chance—’
‘No.’ Hermione shook her head.
‘But we could be so good together, Hermione,’ Draco averred. ‘You just need to let me show you. I can give you so much pleasure if you just give me a chance.’
His hand reached out to find the waistband of her trousers. Hermione slapped his hand away.
‘Whatever it is you’re doing you can stop it now,’ she insisted firmly, pushing at him again. ‘I’m sorry, Draco, but I’m not interested.’
‘Just let me go down on you. I bet you’ll change your mind then,’ Draco said saucily, with a grin to match.
Hermione grimaced. ‘I said no and I meant no. I’m sorry, but I don’t fancy you and I don’t want you going down on me. I’m not here for you to sexually harass. I’m a librarian, not your fuck toy.’
‘Why did you take the job, then? I thought it was obvious why I wanted you to do it,’ Draco replied, sounding petulant. ‘The whole point was to give us a bit of time alone so we could do stuff like this.’
He tried to grab her again. Once again Hermione slapped him, this time round the face.
Draco rubbed his cheek, looking annoyed now. ‘I don’t know why you’re playing so hard to get unless you’re completely frigid. I’ll be a better lover than either of those two morons you went around with at school; you just have to give me a chance to prove it.’
He stopped speaking at the sight of Hermione’s face. She was scowling at his comment about her being frigid. Realising he might have made a mistake, Draco hurriedly raised his hands and backtracked.
‘I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean what I just said about you being frigid — that was just frustration talking — but I really don’t understand why you’re here if it wasn’t so we could get together.’
He frowned as he thought for a second, then added, ‘I’m not talking about a quick fling or anything if that’s what you’re thinking, Hermione. I’m talking about us having a proper relationship, being a real couple. The library job was just an excuse to get you here, really. I thought my mother knew that, although I suppose it makes sense that she wouldn’t have mentioned it to you when she was telling you about the job.’
‘I didn’t get the job offer from you, Draco, and if I had I would probably have said no without even coming to see the library,’ Hermione told him honestly.
Draco looked surprised. ‘But I suggested you to my parents — my mother told you about it, you said she did. Didn’t you wonder why I wanted you here?’
Hermione pushed him back and stood up.
‘Your father offered me the job so I agreed to come here. It was only after I’d accepted it that your mother mentioned that you had suggested me for the post originally. To be honest, it never occurred to me to ask why. I assumed you thought I’d be suitable because I was always in the library at school. There was no way I could link your suggestion to you wanting to get together with me. You always hated me at school, and let’s face it, the feeling was mutual. As it is I’ve got absolutely no intention of doing anything with you, so if your only interest in being in here is to try to have sex with me you can leave now because I’m not interested.’
Draco stared at her, his look hopeful. ‘Look, I’m sorry I came on a bit strong to start with. You’re right, you’re not a toy, but I really do want to get to know you better and have a relationship with you, Hermione. We started off on the wrong foot so let’s start again, eh? Let’s go for a walk, have a chat and get to know each other, maybe even have another drink and see how it goes. I’m really not a bad bloke when you get to know me — you might even find you like me.’ He flashed her a winsome grin.
Hermione sighed. ‘Look, Draco I’m sure you’re perfectly nice and if I got to know you better I probably would like you. But the couple thing is a complete non-starter, so unless you’re happy just being friends — and that means no touching and no kissing — then I’m really not interested, I’m sorry.’
‘Are you still with Weasley? Is that the reason?’ Draco’s face was dejected as he asked the question.
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, that ended a while ago. But there is someone else, which is why I’m not interested in a relationship with you.’
‘So who’s the lucky bastard, then?’ Draco asked with a bitterness that surprised her.
‘Does it matter? It’s not you and I’m not going to leave him for you. That’s all there is to it.’
Anger seemed to flare in Draco and he demanded, ‘Why won’t you tell me who it is? I bet there isn’t anyone, really. You’re still just trying to play hard to get.’
Hermione sighed again, and rubbing her temples as if to get rid of a headache she pushed past Draco and out of the stacks into the main library area.
He followed her, goading now. ‘Well come on — if you really are with someone else tell me who it is and I’ll leave you alone.’
‘I don’t see why you need to know. It’s not really any of your business,’ Hermione answered, turning to face him again.
‘Perhaps if I knew who it was I might have a little word with him,’ Draco suggested menacingly. ‘Are you scared of what I’ll do to him if I know who it is?’
Hermione shook her head and looked unimpressed at Draco’s threat. ‘Not really. It’s unlikely you’ll be able to threaten him or beat him up or whatever, but it would probably upset you to know who it is. I think your best bet is just to leave the library and forget I’m in here.’
‘It’s Potter, isn’t it?’ Draco shot back.
Hermione chuckled mirthlessly as she shook her head in astonishment. She picked up a couple of books and glanced at them briefly. ‘No, it’s not Harry. He’s going out with Ginny and has been since they were at Hogwarts.’
‘Why won’t you just tell me who it is?’ Draco sounded desperate now.
Hermione walked to a pile of books on one of the library tables and added the two she was carrying to them, then looked up at Draco, who had followed her again.
‘I told you, I don’t want to hurt you.’
‘How’s it going to hurt me? What, are you fucking my best friend? Is that it — have you and Blaise got together and he hasn’t told me about it?’
‘No, it’s not Zabini. Please, Draco, stop asking. Just accept that you and I aren’t meant to be a couple and leave it at that,’ Hermione pleaded.
‘But I really like you,’ Draco insisted. ‘I think we could be a really good couple, but how can I fight for you if I don’t know who I’m fighting against?’
Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking, giving herself a chance to calm down a little. ‘I don’t want you fighting for me, that’s the whole point. I’m not willing to talk about this any longer. Please go away so I can get on with my work.’
Draco grabbed her arm. ‘No. I’m not going anywhere until you tell me who it is.’
‘Draco, please, you’re hurting me.’ Hermione tried to uncurl his fingers but he just gripped her tighter. Hermione could picture her arm being bruised and tried to imagine explaining it to Lucius.
‘Then tell me. Tell me and I’ll let you go.’
Hermione stared at him sadly. ‘You really don’t want to know. I know you think you do, but you don’t . . . believe me.’
‘I’m not letting you go until you tell me,’ Draco warned her.
Hermione bit her bottom lip as she stared at him. ‘I’m sorry, Draco. It’s your father. I’m having a relationship with your father.’
Draco stared at her in shock, then suddenly dropped her arm as if she had a contagious disease.
‘What? You’re joking, aren’t you?’ His face creased in confusion. ‘Please tell me you’re joking.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘I did tell you that you wouldn’t be happy knowing. That’s why I didn’t want to say who it was.’
‘How long—’ Draco couldn’t finish the sentence.
‘Since I came here. It was part of the reason I took the job, to be closer to him. I didn’t know about you or your infatuation with me until it was too late and I was already here. I had been hoping that when I did see you we could talk about it sensibly. I didn’t expect you to try to grope me like some pervert. If I’d known you were coming today I would never have put myself in a position where you could have caught me off-guard like you did.’
Draco continued staring at her in seeming astonishment and Hermione felt she had to continue talking to cover the awkward silence that seemed to have filled the room.
‘I’m sorry you found out this way, I really am, but now you know we can go forward on a more stable footing — maybe we can even become friends eventually. Anyway, it sounds like you weren’t really expecting me to do the library cataloguing properly but it’s actually an amazing job and I’m spending as much time as I’m able to working on it, so I honestly wouldn’t be very happy about continually being disturbed for something non-library related.’
She crossed her fingers behind her back as she said this, knowing full well that Lucius was forever interrupting her and that generally, she was pretty happy about it.
Completely ignoring everything Hermione had just told him, presumably because he hadn’t bothered to listen, Draco said musingly, ‘Just because you’re shagging my father doesn’t mean we can’t do it, too. I could be your bit on the side. No one needs to know about it if you don’t want him to find out.’
‘It’s got nothing to do with your father being jealous,’ Hermione said, shaking her head in exasperation. ‘I’m just not interested in you in that way and nothing you can say is going to get me to change my mind. You might just as well suggest a threesome for all the luck you’re going to have.’
Draco gave a wicked grin, then chuckled to go with it. Slyly, he asked, ‘Are you up for that sort of thing, then? Like the idea of being completely stuffed with Malfoy cock, do you?’
Hermione shook her head again and sighed loudly. ‘No, I am not interested. Draco, please listen to me and get it through your thick skull — I–do–not–want–to–do–anything–with–you.’
‘I bet it would be good, especially for you. I reckon my father might be up for that as well. I’ll have to have a word with him,’ Draco suggested keenly, still clearly ignoring Hermione’s responses.
‘No! I refuse to even think about it, and I definitely don’t want you suggesting it to Lucius. I’m not interested and that’s all there is to it.’ Hermione was getting really annoyed now.
‘What’s the matter, worried you might like it?’ Draco retorted sarcastically. ‘You’re a bit too eager to say no, in my opinion. I bet you fantasise about it really.’ He leant closer and whispered, ‘Is that it, Granger? Have you been fantasising about getting well and truly fucked by the Malfoys? No need to be embarrassed, love. It’s understandable — after all, we are both impressive specimens. You really couldn’t do any better.’
Hermione stared at him in disgust. ‘Only in your dreams, Malfoy. I never wanted anything to do with either of you and certainly never had any fantasies that didn’t involve you getting out of my life forever. But since I’ve been here Lucius has proved himself to be a worthy suitor for my affections and he’s shown me that he’s not just a perverted lech like you are, so I’m happy to be with him. I don’t think I even want to talk to you anymore, and certainly not at the moment. Just go away and leave me alone.’
‘This isn’t over,’ Draco warned her, finally realising he wasn’t going to win, at least not at that moment. ‘I still think you’re playing hard to get, whatever you try to pretend now, and I’m going to prove it eventually.’
‘Go away!’ Hermione’s tone had a note of finality to it.
Draco opened his mouth as if to speak again but saw Hermione’s glare and closed his mouth, nodding. She watched him silently as he turned to leave, fighting the urge to throw a book at him. Hermione waited until she was sure he was out of the room, then made her way back to the desk she had been working at, sighing and unconsciously rubbing her sore eyes as she went.
She felt a bit shaken by the encounter. Not because she fancied Draco — she didn’t and was fairly certain nothing he could do would ever change her mind. But there was a relentlessness about him which suggested that he had no intention of giving up, and she really didn’t need the hassle or the anxiety that would come from having to look over her shoulder all the time.
Draco was exceptionally persistent when he got going, and he didn’t seem to understand or even care about consent. She couldn’t allow him to trap her somewhere she couldn’t escape; she dreaded to think what might happen, especially if he really was so deluded as to believe that she was just stringing him along, waiting for the moment when she would reveal her desire for him.
Hermione considered talking to Narcissa about it. After all, she had been keen for her not to have a relationship with her son; surely she could be relied upon to do something to intercede on her behalf. But Hermione suspected it would just annoy the woman; the circumstance she had been so keen to avoid was already coming to pass, particularly if Lucius became involved as well.
Unfortunately, Hermione was pretty sure Draco wasn’t going to leave her alone just because she had asked him to, so she couldn’t ignore it or she would end up driving herself mad with worry. She needed to think what was going to be the best way to tackle the problem.
Hermione checked her watch and stared at the massive pile of books on the table in front of her, then sighed and rubbed her temples again. She had a headache now — caused by stress, no doubt — and her enthusiasm for reading the books she had put aside had waned and been replaced by a feeling of nausea.
She wasn’t going to look at them. Instead, she would go and have a lie-down and see if she could sleep off the headache. She just hoped that by the time she had to join the family for dinner she was better prepared to deal with Draco again.
Hermione looked around her, checking that everything was in order, then left the library and headed rapidly for the stairs to her bedroom; the only place in Malfoy Manor where she was guaranteed not to be disturbed by anyone.
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