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Captive	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 27336 -:- 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
- 7
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- 9
Hermione was relieved when Draco left Malfoy Manor only a couple of days after he had arrived, intending to head off to stay with some close friends who were having a weekend party before going back up to London for work on Monday morning. She had managed to keep away from him during the two days he was there and she had been pleased, and somewhat surprised, that he hadn’t made another attempt to come on to her or even really interact with her at all outside of mealtimes. Perhaps he had finally got his head around the fact that she wasn’t available and decided she was no longer worth pursuing romantically or sexually, and he obviously didn’t want to be her friend.
However, it was over breakfast on the morning he left that Draco invited her to go with him to the party, seeming keen for her to meet and spend time with his friends. It appeared Hermione’s original assessment was wrong and he had merely chosen to completely ignore her revelation that she was having a relationship with his father. He tried hard to persuade her but she constantly declined the offer, whatever he suggested, citing the need to continue with her work on the library despite it being a weekend.
Draco wasn’t inclined to accept her rejection and Hermione began to think he was never going to shut up about it. Eventually, Narcissa helpfully chipped in, suggesting that Hermione might feel a little too far out of her comfort zone at suddenly being thrust into Draco’s gang of friends after years of being on the receiving end of their spite and derision and that it was unfair of him to expect her to drop everything she was doing to go with him at a moment’s notice, particularly when she was unlikely to enjoy the weekend much.
It was clear Draco wanted to continue with his coercion but Narcissa made it equally apparent, without saying another word, that for him to do so would not be borne. He tersely wiped his mouth, threw his napkin onto his plate, and muttered something about needing to get on, and looking like thunder, he left the room.
Hermione had already finished her breakfast, too, but knowing she would likely be accosted by Draco again if she left the safety of the dining room she chose to have another cup of tea, talking to Narcissa about some books on vintage wizarding fashions she had come across during her cataloguing; anything to keep occupied until Draco calmed down.
He re-entered the dining room about ten minutes later carrying his bag as if ready to go. He was casually dressed, apparently ready for the party, and made a big show of being in a hurry to leave. Having kissed his mother and said a brief goodbye to Lucius, who was in the middle of reading the newspaper, he turned to Hermione.
‘Are you sure I can’t persuade you to come with me this weekend and get away from that dusty old library for a while, Hermione?’ he asked, his voice as seductive as she had ever heard it. ‘I promise to look after you well and make sure my friends all understand that you’re one of us now and that any nastiness won’t be tolerated. I shall see to it personally.’
Narcissa’s face twitched just a fraction at the words, her eyes darting between Hermione and Draco as rapidly as if she was watching a tennis game. Lucius continued to read his newspaper, not taking any notice of the exchange or the sudden increase in tension in the room.
For a moment Hermione was tempted to agree, still stinging from Narcissa’s inference that she couldn’t handle being with a group of pureblood idiots she had known from school and knowing, too, that it would annoy the older woman no end; after all, it was clear to anyone listening what Draco was suggesting with his invite and it was exactly what Narcissa didn’t want. But she made herself calm down, reminding herself that Narcissa had only said what she had to give her an excuse to not have to go . . . probably.
Hermione shook her head, trying to appear relaxed. ‘Thank you for the invite but parties aren’t really my sort of thing, to be honest, Draco. I’m more your find a quiet nook and read a book type of a girl.’ She smiled a little more wickedly. ‘Anyway, I wouldn’t want to upset all those eligible young Slytherins who are probably already plotting ways to tie you down. They wouldn’t be at all pleased if I turned up on your arm.’
Draco scowled for a moment and seemed about to respond when Narcissa interrupted again.
‘Darling, don’t make Hermione have to be mean to you. She’s trying to be nice about it but she really doesn’t want to go to your party.’
Disappointed now, and knowing he couldn’t push it any further, Draco nodded to show he understood. With a small, stiff bow and a final wave he left the room, and a couple of minutes later they heard the front door slam shut.
Narcissa stared accusingly at Hermione. Before she could say anything Hermione shrugged and put her own napkin on her plate.
‘If you’ll excuse me, Narcissa, I’m going to go to the library. Do you want me to bring you those books we were talking about?’
Narcissa shook her head. ‘Not at the moment, Hermione. I’m going up to town today. I’m meeting an old friend for lunch in Diagon Alley, then we’re going to a show in the evening. I’ll probably stay overnight and come back tomorrow afternoon sometime.’
‘You’re not spending all day in the library, Hermione,’ Lucius added firmly. He looked over the top of his newspaper at the two women and frowned slightly. ‘You need to get some fresh air. How about going riding?’
Hermione’s expression showed that riding was the last thing she wanted to do. Narcissa saw it and chuckled.
‘Can you actually ride, Hermione?’ she asked, sounding amused.
Hermione wasn’t sure if the comment was intended as a bit of a dig at her being so uncultured but she decided to be truthful.
‘Not really. I went on a donkey once — when I was seven. I was on holiday with my parents in Clacton and it scared the life out of me. I started crying so badly that they had to take me off. I also went for one riding lesson with a friend of mine who was horse-mad when I was about ten, but I don’t like horses — their big teeth terrify me. It was a horrible experience that scarred me for life, I think. I’m not really the outdoorsy type,’ she concluded apologetically.
‘I could teach you,’ Lucius suggested.
Narcissa gave a huge sigh and shook her head in exasperation. ‘The girl’s literally just told you she’s scared of horses, Lucius. You can’t force her to go riding just because you enjoy it. She’d be better off going to Draco’s party if she’s going to confront her fears. If you’re so keen to go riding, go, and let Hermione do what she loves — continue with the library.’
‘I’ll be fine, honestly,’ Hermione told Lucius, feeling a little put out that Narcissa was speaking on her behalf again even if she was saying the right things.
Lucius closed the newspaper and folded it, then placed it on the table next to him. He stretched, then looked at Hermione.
‘I am not having you spending all weekend cooped up in the library,’ he warned. ‘If you want to go there for an hour or so while I go and have a ride, fair enough. But afterwards, we’re going to find something else to do. Draco’s right, you need to get out of that dusty old room every so often.’
‘Come and find me when you come back, Lucius,’ Hermione told him as she stood up.
She turned to Narcissa. ‘Have a good time in London. I hope you enjoy the show.’
Narcissa smiled graciously. ‘I expect to, thank you, Hermione. Is there anything you need while I’m there? I shall be in Diagon Alley for a few hours, no doubt.’
Hermione shook her head with a smile in return. ‘Normally I would say a new book from Flourish and Blotts, but with the amount already in the library that I’ve never read I don’t think I’ll ever need to go there again.’ She turned to go, then turned back, remembering. ‘Oh, actually a new quill and some more ink would be appreciated, if you don’t mind. I seem to be going through it at a rate of knots at the moment.’
‘I’ll have Scriveners send some immediately,’ Narcissa said. She, too, stood. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, Lucius. I’ve arranged with the house-elves for dinner to be served at seven so I’ll be back by then. They’re doing roast beef.’
Lucius waved at her somewhat dismissively. ‘Have a good time, Narcissa.’
‘Oh, I will, don’t you worry about that,’ Narcissa replied with a bright smile as she and Hermione left the room.
As she made her way towards the library, Hermione couldn’t help wondering who this friend was that Narcissa was meeting in London who made her smile so happily.

Lucius came to find Hermione once he had finished his ride and wasted no time in pointing out to her that as Narcissa was no longer in the house she had no excuse not to allow him to pleasure her on one of the library tables as he had wanted to for so long.
Hermione helpfully pointed out that they were all being used, but within minutes Lucius had solved that problem and she was on her back, naked and with her legs apart, her wonderful lover burying his face between them and she trying not to cry out as his tongue took her to new levels of enjoyment.
She had to admit that Lucius looked extremely sexy in his tight black jodhpurs and long black leather boots, a white shirt under a tight-fitting dark green velvet jacket completing the look that, minus Lucius’ lustrous long blond hair, reminded her a little of the Muggle actor Colin Firth in his role as Mr Darcy in Pride and Prejudice, a television show her mother had been particularly enamoured with back when Hermione was in the fifth year at Hogwarts.
Hermione had finally watched it during the Christmas holidays during the sixth year. Her father had disappeared, first to play golf and then go to the pub with his friends while she, her mother and her mother’s best friend, Judy, had binge-watched the entire series in one sitting, ordering in pizza so they didn’t have to stop to cook and drinking white wine spritzers as if they were going out of fashion. It had been one of Hermione’s favourite days with her mother and it always gave her good feelings to remember it — and Colin Firth had looked really hot, too. Maybe she had always been into older men. She had just never considered it before.
By the time Hermione had cum, screaming out Lucius’ name, she was ready to do anything he wanted; her hands were already reaching for those tight trousers, wanting to pleasure him in return. As he moved back to give her space Hermione slid from the table and dropped to her knees in front of him as she peeled down Lucius’ trousers to reveal his perfect rock-hard cock. He wasn’t wearing underpants.
No longer caring that they were in front of a huge window that would advertise them to anyone who might be in the garden, Hermione swallowed his cock, trying to take as much of him as she could, knowing how much Lucius enjoyed it when she did that.
Sure enough, he groaned loudly, running his hands through her hair, careful not to force but making clear with his touch that she could keep doing what she was doing for as long as possible. She kept him there for as long as she could, then moved her mouth to suck on the sensitive head before teasing with her tongue and fingers, drawing him ever closer to climax.
Lucius had his eyes closed and a small continuous murmur of enjoyment escaped his lips as his hands gripped Hermione’s head more tightly, his thrusting becoming more forceful as he emptied himself into her mouth with a gasp of delight.
When Lucius released her, Hermione moved back and sat on her heels as she gazed up at him. Her tongue flicked out to capture a drop of cum that had landed on her lips. Lucius, spotting the gesture, groaned again and leant forward to pull her up and into his arms, his mouth swooping to capture hers in an impassioned kiss.
‘This table is the perfect height,’ he noted happily once their snogging session had eased. His cock was fully erect once more. He turned her to face the table. ‘Bend over.’
Hermione turned her head to look at him, her eyebrows raised as if in surprise although she wore an amused look.
‘No sexy pictures today, then?’ she asked.
‘Do you need them? I can always find some for you if you do.’
‘It’ll give me something to look at,’ Hermione teased.
‘You don’t need anything to look at,’ Lucius whispered in her ear, his cock rubbing against her bottom.
Hermione gave a small sigh. Lucius wasn’t sure whether it was of disappointment or arousal. He kissed her neck.
‘Wait there. I’ll be back in a minute.’
He hurried across the room to retrieve the folder containing the pictures he had shown Hermione when he had introduced her to the erotica collection, the ones they had studied and copied many times since then. She smiled as he opened the folder on the table in front of her, revealing one of her favourite illustrations.
‘Life imitating art,’ he said with a flourish.
He stepped back to admire Hermione, who was still bending over the table.
‘You have the most gorgeous bottom,’ he announced sincerely.
Hermione turned her head to look at him.
‘Thank you. Now come here.’ She crooked her finger to draw him towards her.
‘With pleasure,’ Lucius answered as he joined her.
He ran his hand down over her bottom, stroking it before working his way between her legs, searching for her vulva. His fingers slid inside her, enjoying the feeling as Hermione tensed around him, a small gasp escaping her lips. He kissed her neck as he looked at the picture on the table for a moment, whispering in her ear to tell her how much he desired her; how much he wanted to be inside her.
Hermione sighed happily at the feel of Lucius’ touch, her arousal already stoked and sustained by the beautiful artwork in front of her. She moved her legs apart to give her lover better access and closed her eyes, crying out with joy as his hard cock found her tight entrance and pushed deep inside her. One hand cupped her right breast, squeezing gently in time with his thrusts; the other was around her waist, spread across her belly, pushing it gently as he rode her.
She wanted to grab the table to steady herself and offset some of the overwhelming feeling that was welling up inside of her, but she was worried about accidentally grabbing the irreplaceable illustration and damaging it. With a rasping whisper, she begged Lucius to pause so she could close the folder to keep the precious artwork safe.
As soon as it was closed Lucius began pounding again, harder and faster this time, his hands pulling Hermione onto him even as he forced her forwards onto the table. The thrusts now were short and sharp, causing Hermione to pant and gasp; a low mewling sound escaped her lips and Lucius growled in her ear as he spurred her on. Then with almost no warning he grunted and stiffened, and a sigh of relief burst from him as Hermione writhed beneath him.
His breathing still coming fast and shallow, Lucius wrapped his arms around Hermione, kissing the top of her head as he held her tight and waited for his racing heart to calm, not wanting to let her go under any circumstances. She wriggled beneath him uncomfortably, pressed into the table as she was.
‘Sorry, love,’ Lucius said a little ruefully as he moved back to release her.
Hermione turned round and moved to wrap her arms around him, her mouth closing on his.
‘That was wonderful,’ she admitted afterwards.
Lucius beamed. ‘It was, wasn’t it? I told you that table was the perfect height.’
‘Only when Narcissa’s not here, though,’ Hermione reminded him in case he decided to start insisting that they always do it in the library.
Lucius chuckled. ‘I still don’t understand why you’re so worried about that.’ He saw her look and added, ‘Don’t worry, I know not to ask when the mistress of the house is in residence.’
He released Hermione and pulled his trousers back up as she bent down to retrieve her clothes.
‘Let’s go and take a shower to freshen up. After that, I thought we could spend the day in the garden. It’s beautiful out there this morning; warm and sunny with just a hint of a breeze to stop it becoming unbearably hot. We can have a picnic lunch in the rose garden, and you can get out your paints if you wish to.’
‘Are you going to let me paint you?’ Hermione asked.
Lucius grinned. ‘Absolutely. I insist on it.’
‘You know I’ll want you naked, don’t you?’ Hermione winked at him.
‘I was counting on that, too,’ Lucius told her, the grin becoming more lecherous. ‘We can start a whole new generation of erotica. I’m not sure if I ever mentioned it, but the couple in those illustrations in the folder are my great-great-grandfather, also called Lucius, and his mistress, Lyllian.’
They left the library and wandered slowly towards the stairs.
‘You do know that you’re going to have to paint in the nude, don’t you?’ Lucius asked.
‘Why?’ Hermione looked at him in surprise.
‘Because I’ll be too embarrassed to be naked on my own,’ Lucius replied with a look that said that he would be no such thing.
Hermione shook her head, looking stern. ‘That is quite impossible, Lucius. I can’t paint without any clothes on.’
Lucius took her in his arms again once they were outside her bedroom.
‘I shall have to insist upon it, I’m afraid, Hermione,’ he told her quietly before he kissed her. With a grin he added, ‘Anyway, how are we supposed to properly capture the eroticism of our lovemaking if you’re going to insist on staying fully clothed all the time? ‘
‘We’ll see,’ Hermione said teasingly as she opened the door to her room and stepped inside. She blew him a kiss as she closed the door.
Lucius nodded with satisfaction and walked jauntily down the hall to his own room, whistling a happy tune as he considered what the remainder of the day would bring.

‘So what happened at breakfast this morning?’ Lucius asked out of the blue.
They were laying in each other’s arms after another fantastic lovemaking session. Hermione was drifting off into sleep, warm and cosy in Lucius’ embrace.
‘Hmmm? What do you mean?’ she asked, her voice sounding as drowsy as she felt.
‘With you and Draco,’ Lucius prompted.
Hermione gave a small yawn. ‘He invited me to the party he’s gone to. He wanted me to spend the weekend with him.’
‘Oh, right.’ Lucius was silent for a few seconds, then he asked, ‘Why did he invite you?’
Hermione replied without thinking. ‘He fancies me — he wants to have sex with me.’
‘Well, naturally he does. He’s a horny young man and you’re amazingly sexy,’ Lucius replied as if it was obvious.
‘He tried to jump me in the library the other day but I told him about you and me. He wasn’t very happy about it and couldn’t seem to understand that I wasn’t interested in him as well. He suggested I could shag him on the side — my secret boyfriend.’ Hermione shook her head disbelievingly.
Lucius studied her for a moment. ‘Do you fancy him?’
‘What, Draco? No, I don’t. I never have done, and after his crude behaviour the other day that’s not likely to change anytime soon. I wasn’t sure what to do about it, actually, because I was certain he wasn’t going to leave me alone. Fortunately, he left before I had to work it out.’
‘He’ll be back soon enough,’ Lucius reminded her.
Hermione sighed. ‘I know. That’s what worries me. He thinks I’m just playing hard to get and that eventually, I’ll give in to his dubious charms. I’ve no doubt he’ll be back on my trail soon, much to Narcissa’s annoyance.’
‘What’s she got a bee in her bonnet about now?’ Lucius asked, his tone slightly chippy.
‘Me being the centre of the universe for the Malfoy males,’ Hermione admitted. ‘She’s not happy about Draco fancying me — she thinks he can do better, someone not Muggle-born.’ The words tripped off her tongue bitterly as Lucius’ eyebrow rose in surprise. ‘She told me to choose between you because she doesn’t want you fighting over me. I chose you . . . but it’s not proving easy to get Draco to back off.’
‘Maybe you should just fuck him, then,’ Lucius retorted blithely.
‘That’s your answer, is it?’ Hermione asked icily, a small, cold shard of pain suddenly piercing her heart at his words. Why was Lucius saying that? Did he not want her anymore so he was passing her on to his son?
Lucius shrugged. ‘Well, if he just wants to fuck you then maybe you should let him get it out of his system.’
‘I don’t want to have sex with him, Lucius. Anyway, I’m not sure it would work. He was talking about me being his girlfriend not just having sex. Mind you, he was also talking about us having a threesome,’ Hermione moaned.
Lucius roared with laughter. ‘Good lad. He’s more like me than I thought. A threesome, eh? I could be up for that. You know there are some rather interesting illustrations in the library dealing with the various positions—’
Hermione cut him off before he could become too enthused about the subject. ‘I wouldn’t get your hopes up. There’s more chance of me having sex with Narcissa than with the two of you at the same time . . . and before you ask, that’s never going to happen, either.’
Lucius was still chuckling good-naturedly. ‘I’d pay good money to see you and Narcissa—’ He shut up as he saw the expression on Hermione’s face. After a couple of seconds of silence, he opined, ‘I reckon Draco and I could give you a good seeing to between us.’
‘That’s not funny,’ Hermione snapped.
‘Actually, I disagree. I think it’s quite amusing,’ Lucius told her with a smile.
Hermione was feeling pretty pissed off now, and wide awake, too. She considered leaving but the small shard of pain had now turned into a ball of worry.
‘Don’t you care?’ she asked unhappily.
Lucius wrapped his arms around her, his voice suddenly more soothing as he realised she was actually upset at his jesting.
‘Of course I do, Hermione. But I’m not worried about my son.’
‘Really? And what if I do sleep with him and then decide I prefer him to you? What would you do then?’
Lucius looked at her as if she was mad. ‘Well, that’s never going to happen.’
‘Isn’t it? Why not? I don’t know Draco well enough to know whether I’d like him or not but he might turn out to be my perfect man,’ Hermione retorted.
‘I’m your perfect man,’ Lucius told her categorically. ‘Anyway, you chose me so I don’t see what the problem is.’
‘The problem is you trying to get me to sleep with your son. If you’re fed up with me just tell me and I’ll leave. Don’t try to foist me off on someone else,’ Hermione said, her head dropping as she tried to staunch the tears that had suddenly sprung into her eyes.
Lucius stared at her in surprise. ‘Where’s that coming from? I was only joking about Draco, surely you realised that?’ He squeezed Hermione. ‘Honestly, love, I’m not trying to get rid of you. I don’t ever want to let you go.’ His hand pulled Hermione’s chin up so he could see her upset face. ‘I was joking. I’m sorry. You’re right, it wasn’t funny so I’ll stop.’ He kissed her lips tenderly. ‘I’m sorry. Forgive me, Hermione, please?’
Hermione stared at him for several seconds, a bright, sharp pain still burning inside her. How could she be sure Lucius was telling her the truth? She had no way of knowing for certain. Eventually, she nodded and Lucius swept her into another kiss, wanting her to know he was being serious about his feelings for her.
‘I should go to bed,’ Hermione told him when he finally released her.
Lucius gazed at her in amusement. ‘You’re already in bed, Hermione.’
‘I meant my own bed.’
‘I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that so it looks like now is the perfect time.’ Lucius smiled at her. ‘I want you to move in here with me permanently, Hermione.’
She looked at him in surprise, seemingly not knowing what to say.
‘You spend a lot of time in here anyway,’ Lucius explained. ‘I thought it would make sense for you to stay here rather than having to keep moving to and fro. I love you and I want to share my life with you. If you want that too, then this is the logical next step.’
Hermione burst into tears as Lucius watched her incredulously, wondering what he had done wrong this time. She sobbed as he pulled her into his arms and held her tight, whispering soothing words into her hair.
She felt ridiculous for crying but she couldn’t stop herself. Lucius had just told her he loved her and it had hit her like a bolt from the blue. Hermione was in love with him. She had known that for a long time although she hadn’t wanted to admit it, but she had never believed that Lucius would or could feel the same way about her. It seemed so impossible when he was still married, despite the fact that he and Narcissa weren’t romantically involved any longer.
Even with everything that had happened between them she had always thought she was just a plaything for him and eventually he would get bored with her, hence her earlier panic when he had talked about Draco. Now Hermione needed to be back in her room on her own so she could cry out her embarrassment and process what this might mean, but she knew Lucius was never going to let her go tonight.
‘I’m sorry if I said the wrong thing again,’ Lucius said, sounding mortified. ‘I thought you’d be pleased. I thought . . . well, I thought you and I really had something good going on. I thought it was real, not just some quick fling, but if you’d rather I backed off — if you want to stay in your own room—’
Hermione stopped him with a kiss.
‘No. I want to move in here,’ she said wetly. ‘I’m sorry. I was just surprised. I didn’t realise you felt the same way as me.’
Lucius was astounded. ‘Really? I thought I’d made it pretty clear how I feel about you. I know I’ve never told you I love you before but I thought you knew it anyway.’
‘I love you, Lucius. I have done for ages but I couldn’t see how you could ever feel the same way as me. I guess I’ve been expecting you to turn round and tell me it was over ever since I came to Malfoy Manor. That’s why I was so upset by what you said about Draco. I told you, I made my choice and I chose you and there’s no turning back from that, not for me.’
‘Nor me,’ Lucius admitted. ‘I already knew I was in love with you at the Leaky Cauldron. You have no idea how relieved I was when you didn’t leave me that night, and afterwards when you came here. I kept hoping that Narcissa still being here wouldn’t mess things up for us because you always seem so worried about her, even though you know there’s been nothing going on there since the Ice Age.’
‘I’m just trying to think of her feelings, Lucius. Even if there’s nothing between you any longer it must still be difficult for her to see us together,’ Hermione said.
Lucius looked unconvinced. ‘You said it yourself: she’s more worried about Draco than me. Has she tried to warn you off me?’
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, not really. The first day I came down here she mentioned something about me being too young to really know what I want, which I think was directed at my fancying you, but as I said she was more interested in me making a choice and sticking with it, and Draco definitely wasn’t the choice she wanted me to make.’
‘She really doesn’t care about us, Hermione,’ Lucius assured her. ‘Where do you think she is right now? She’s in bed with her lover, and believe me, she’s not thinking about us.’
It was Hermione’s turn to look surprised now, although she had no idea why she was. Hadn’t she wondered only this morning if Narcissa’s friend was a bit more than just a friend?
‘You know she’s got a lover?’
Lucius chuckled. ‘Yes, I know. We’ve never talked about it, just as we’ve never talked about you, but I’ve known for several years that there was someone else, which was good because it made it easier for me to bring you here.’
‘But if she’s seeing someone else and neither of you wants to be together then why don’t you just get a divorce?’ Hermione asked, sounding confused.
‘We will, eventually, especially now I’ve got you. But Narcissa’s lover is married, too, which complicates things a bit,’ Lucius said.
Hermione stared at him. ‘Do you know who he is?’
‘Hmmm, well, I’m not one hundred percent sure but I’m fairly certain I know who it is. It’s been going on for years, long before I took a fancy to you. I think once he takes the plunge and finally leaves his wife it’ll all move very quickly,’ Lucius mused.
‘Can’t you make the first move?’ Hermione asked, not sure she wanted to hear Lucius’ response. He had told her he loved her but not, apparently, enough to divorce his wife.
Lucius considered her question.
‘I suppose I could,’ he admitted, ‘but there hasn’t really been much point until now. Narcissa and I rub along well enough and I don’t mind her living here.’ He paused then added, ‘You know what it would mean if I did initiate divorce proceedings?’
Hermione’s throat had suddenly gone dry and her heart was beating faster.
‘We could get married,’ she whispered.
Lucius nodded. ‘We could, but are you sure you really want to take that step with me, Hermione? You’re still so young and I’m—’ He gave a small snort of a laugh. ‘Who am I kidding? I’m ancient compared to you. Perhaps I should be steering you towards Draco.’
‘Except that it’s you I’m in love with,’ Hermione pointed out. She could feel the worry coalescing again at Lucius’ reluctance to end his association with Narcissa and his even greater reluctance to consider marriage to her.
‘I still have no idea how I got that lucky, especially considering our history,’ Lucius said. ‘I keep thinking eventually you’ll realise it was a mental aberration or something and you’ll run away from me as fast as you can.’
‘That’s not going to happen,’ Hermione assured him. ‘I love you, Lucius, and I have no intention of leaving you. If I go it’ll be because you’ve sent me away.’
‘That’s never going to happen,’ Lucius said staunchly. ‘I don’t ever want to let you go.’ He wrapped his arms around Hermione. ‘I do want to go to sleep, though. I’m knackered.’
Hermione smiled. ‘Poor old man.’
Lucius tickled her, making her squeal.
‘I’ve told you before that I don’t like you calling me old,’ he said a touch petulantly.
‘Even though you are.’ Hermione stuck her tongue out at him and then squealed as he tickled her again. ‘Stop it. That hurts!’
‘I’ll stop tickling you when you stop calling me old,’ Lucius replied.
‘I thought you wanted to go to sleep. There’s no way that’s going to happen if you’re going to keep tickling me. Lucius, please.’
He pulled her close and kissed her. ‘All right, I’ll stop . . . for the time being. Now, let’s go to sleep.’
Hermione curled into him and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Lucius’ arms wrapped around her and the heat of his body. She hoped she could get to sleep, although her mind was working overtime trying to understand why Lucius wouldn’t act — why he was trying to keep her at arm’s length rather than making her his wife.
‘I love you, Hermione,’ Lucius whispered, as he kissed her head.
‘Night, Lucius,’ Hermione replied.

Hermione tried to allay her fears about her relationship with Lucius by throwing herself into her work, and when she did think about it, she tried to remember that he had told her he loved her more than once and had moved her into his bedroom on a permanent basis. That was almost the same as being married — they just didn’t have the piece of paper that proclaimed them to be joined. Hermione had no idea whether Narcissa was aware of the move. If so, the older woman certainly never mentioned it to her.
But when she was feeling particularly down, Hermione’s treacherous brain also pointed out that she had no authority at Malfoy Manor, nor did she have any real security. Narcissa was mistress of the house until such time as she was removed, and if Lucius changed his mind about his relationship with Hermione tomorrow he could throw her out on the street and there would be nothing she could do to stop him.
She didn’t honestly believe he would do that; Lucius’ desire for her seemed genuine enough. But at the same time, it was frustrating to know that if he would just take that first step on the road to divorce she could eventually be the second Mrs Malfoy, something that she wanted so badly it hurt to even think about it.
Then there was Draco. He had so far been back to Malfoy Manor twice since the party, and both times he had spent almost the entire time he was there harassing Hermione. It was so bad that she was beginning to remember why she had detested him so thoroughly at school, although there she had only seen the tip of the iceberg with regard to Draco’s sense of entitlement. Now she was getting the full force of it and she was finding it a hard fought battle that was stopping her from doing her job properly.
Despite several reminders, Draco still wouldn’t accept that Hermione and Lucius were a couple and that she wanted nothing to do with him. He was still working under the misguided delusion that she was deliberately leading him on, trying to stoke his interest in her and that it would only be a matter of time and would take only a sustained period of intense sexual harassment from him and she would change her mind and fall into bed with him.
Hermione had fought him off the first time he had groped her and refused point blank to talk to him for the rest of the time he was there, even at mealtimes when they were with Narcissa and Lucius. She had tried to talk to Lucius about it separately, but he insisted that if she just ignored Draco he would soon get bored and leave her alone. This tactic had not worked, and Draco was subtle enough not to do anything reprehensible when either of his parents was around.
Hermione even tried to broach the subject with Narcissa during one of their occasional afternoon tea sessions, but it soon became clear that the older woman was convinced she was leading Draco on, presumably from conversations she’d had with her son, and Hermione could do nothing to sway her view.
During Draco’s second visit she had almost hexed him. She had taken to ensuring she was carrying her wand at all times just to be on the safe side because Draco really did seem to feel he was entitled to touch her inappropriately at any given opportunity. When slapping and shouting didn’t work, the wand came out. Draco had backed off then, but his manner towards her was becoming ugly because she wouldn’t capitulate and Hermione was actually quite scared of what might happen.
Now, whenever Draco was in the house Hermione didn’t dare go into the stacks for fear of finding herself trapped and unable to escape. This was limiting the work she could do and was holding up the cataloguing, although it did give her time to begin sorting the books she had already logged and she was getting a good idea of the shape the library filing system would take when it was finally completed.
The constant stress was dampening her naturally sunny outlook, and despite several more conversations with Lucius where she told him of her fears, Hermione didn’t feel any safer. Neither Lucius nor Narcissa wanted to believe that their son was a potential rapist and found it easier to write off Hermione’s fears than do something to combat the problem.
When Hermione discovered that Draco was coming home for yet another long weekend she decided she needed to act in the only way left to her: she would have to leave Malfoy Manor. This obviously wasn’t the ideal solution for her, as the manor was now her home — she had long since given up her flat in London — but she felt she had no choice. She wasn’t safe with Draco around as long as his parents ignored his behaviour.
It seemed to Hermione to be the perfect time to make arrangements to visit Hogwarts and discuss her plan for the library cataloguing system with Madam Pince, the school Librarian. Firstly, it gave her a bed for a few days; and secondly, Draco wouldn’t be able to follow her without suspicion being cast upon why he was there.
She tried one last time to convince Lucius and Narcissa to intervene with Draco on her behalf but when neither of them showed any willingness she informed them of her plan to leave. Lucius, in particular, wasn’t very happy and tried his hardest to make her stay, not wanting her to be away from him for any length of time, but Hermione was adamant. Until his parents instilled in Draco the need for him to leave her unmolested she couldn’t reside in the same place as him.
Hermione and Lucius’ first serious argument followed, but Hermione remained undeterred, glad she was leaving the toxic atmosphere that now prevailed at the manor.
And so it was that on the morning of the day that Draco was due to arrive at Malfoy Manor, Hermione left the place she had come to call home for the last seven months to go to a place she had called home for seven years.
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