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Chapter 9 A Woman Deceived

Hermione followed Lucius to his plush office in a separate wing of the Ministry. As with the rest of the place, his office was extremely overdone in expensive carpets, an oversized, antique oak desk shipped from America and ostentatious wingback chairs that could hold the likes of Hagrid. Hermione thought it was all a huge waste and she wrinkled her nose in apparent distaste. Of course Malfoy would have to outdo everyone else with the solid gold statue of Salazar Slytherin especially commissioned in an alcove by his bay window overlooking the inner Ministry courtyard.

The look was not lost on Lucius. He knew the young witch had championed many a lost cause in her youth and was not about to overlook that fact.

“Please, do sit down, Miss Granger.”

She absentmindedly sat in one of the massive chairs, feeling very much like a first year at some overbearing political function. In other words, way in over her head.

Lucius sat across from her and studied the young woman. She had certainly grown into herself and seemed to have a fair bit of resolve about the mouth. Gone was the innocent, wide-eyed and shining brashness of youth. He recognized that she’d been tempered in some difficult ways and appreciated how that probably shaped her sharpened attitude.

Lucius made it a habit to simply sit and observe Ministry employees brought into his office. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book. People, in general, did not like long, awkward silences and generally felt obligated to fill it with meaningless prattle. He maintained a subtle stare, not directly boring a hole into the young witch, but keeping her noticeably in his line of sight. As expected, she was thoroughly inspecting the contents of his office with the unsubtle overtures of classic Gryffindor forthrightness. He’d expected nothing less.

The minutes ticked away and Hermione did not seem at all perturbed by this tactic. Lucius filed her non-reaction away into the recess of his mind marked, “Granger”.

Lucius enjoyed a challenge. It was going to be very interesting to see how well this witch had learned to maneuver politically while in Ministry employ. He assumed not very well; after all, she had volunteered for the field work. Thus, he presumed she really preferred staying out of the arena that was the Malfoy specialty.

“Ms. Granger,” he began. If he’d hoped to startle her, a tiny bit of him was disappointed. She merely turned her gaze from the window and looked at him expectantly, prim hands folded neatly in her lap, both legs together and parallel to the floor, feet flat. How very proper she was in his presence. Lucius had a sudden urge to bend her over his desk just to see how very improper she could be under his thrusting cock.

With a polite smile he offered her tea. Hermione shook her head, a small tic jumping to the corner of her mouth in annoyance.

“Mr. Malfoy, can you please get to the point? I’ve got quite a lot to do after our meeting.”

Damn. So she didn’t want to play his game? Very well, he would give her what she asked for. With a smirk he rose smoothly from his desk and leaned forward. The fabric of her chest jumped with her intake of breath when he moved suddenly. Ah, so she was affected by a closer proximity. Another point for Malfoy. His icy grey orbs turned hard like newly cut diamond points under a magnifying glass, flashing their potent fire under slightly lowered lids that cut straight to Hermione’s heart. The young witch struggled to maintain her firm poise, but Lucius was not fooled and easily saw the slight tremble of her hands that were clasped tightly together, her nails digging unconsciously into her own flesh.

Lucius rapped his knuckles on the desk, a predatory look in his eyes. Now that they were out of hearing range of Arthur Weasley’s office, he had no qualms about speaking candidly with the sexually addicted, lovely young witch.

“I have knowledge of your affairs, little girl,” he said softly, the low tone of his silvery voice so full of promise and menace the effect was instantaneous.

A flash of guilt betrayed Hermione’s visage before she quickly occluded it with a small smirk and shrug of her shoulders. “Mr. Malfoy, I rather think that’s common knowledge at this point.”

Damn. She wasn’t going to make this easy. He had his suspicions, but yet…..

He tried another tactic. “This information is very sensitive and will have severe consequences for you, young lady. If you are unwilling to tell me the whole story I will be forced to report my findings to the Auror division and the Minister himself.” Lucius was taking a gamble but as he rolled the dice, praying it would pay off, the Slytherin kept his composure hidden behind a mask of smug indifference.

Hermione fidgeted, no longer able to keep her hands to herself. Wiping her hands on her clothing to rid them of the sweat, she bit her lower lip as tears began to pool there. Lucius had promised her job wouldn’t be at risk and now he was turning it around on her. She couldn’t, wouldn’t betray Arthur. If he knew about it, than he would probably take that information and run with it regardless of her confession. He’d have to drag her kicking and screaming before the Minister and force Veritaserum down her throat before she’d admit to him she’d screwed a married man and was hopelessly in love with him. There was also a chance he was bluffing. Hermione wasn’t stupid. She knew how to play the game, even if she wasn’t as good at it as he.

“Sir, you ensured me that my job was safe. I’ve done nothing illegal!”

“Miss Granger I’m quickly losing patience with you. Do you wish me to spell it out for you?” His hand banged down on the desk, making the implements set about its surface jump from the impact. Leaning forward even more, his long blond hair escaped the loosely tied leather band at the back and framed his face in a halo that made him seem like a terrible deliverer come to smite her down.

“It is against wizarding law to aid and abet a criminal that is under investigation for bribing a government official with illegal narcotics! You will be subject to twenty years in Azkaban for even contemplating lying to me!” he roared, his face contorting into a mask of rage that could have counted as a double for a life-like Death Eater mask.

Hermione quailed in her chair, thoroughly confused by the about-face Malfoy had pulled since her initial visit with him and Arthur just a short time ago. She’d expected him to come out with something of her affair with Arthur, not some nonsense to do with illegal activities she knew nothing about. Still, he was a very imposing man and she had no idea if he was angry to the point of striking her or simply sending her away.

Hermione had her wand out in an instant and pushed it flush into the enraged wizard’s throat, very slowly standing from her curled position on the chair, the point of her wand forcing Lucius’ chin upwards and back across his desk, his cold grey eyes regarding her carefully as the rage slid off his face like so much slush off a slanted roof.

The young witch was quick to pull her wits into some semblance of order as she chose her words carefully. “Mr. Malfoy, I assure you I have no idea what you are inferring. I have never knowingly aided or abetted anyone that has been involved in such a heinous crime. I assure you, if I had knowledge of such events, I would not hesitate to report them to the proper authorities at once. Surely you have more faith in my integrity than to cast such wild assumptions. And why wouldn’t you have gone to the Auror department before confronting me? What’s in it for you, that’d you’d corner me, threaten me and risk dismissal yourself for such an atrocious display of arrogance towards a fellow Ministry employee?”

Shite, but the witch was good. She could have been a very good solicitor, for the holes she had punched in his farce of a strong-arm tactic. The chit had every right to have her wand at his throat as well. Slytherin cunning aside, he had no choice but to be blunt with her if he were to make any headway on his plan. There were still a few other aces up his sleeve. A Malfoy never proceeded without more than one backup plan of action.

“Will you please remove your wand from my person, Miss Granger?” he asked very politely, making a general sweeping motion with his hands down at his sides.

“Are you going to come at me again like a maniac?” she countered, still on guard.

Lucius grunted and frowned when that didn’t suffice to get her to back off. “No, I will not come at you again. My apologies for losing my temper. I was out of line.”

Seemingly satisfied, Hermione holstered her wand at sat back down, but she now perched only on the very edge, muscles relaxed but poised should the need arise. Instinctively, she knew the room was silenced and warded. She wasn’t so naïve as to think Malfoy would threaten her if someone could just walk in on them; but he had another thing coming if she thought he’d let him cow her with a few overt, empty threats. At least, she thought they were empty. One never truly knew with Lucius Malfoy or Severus Snape.

Lucius knew he had miscalculated with this spry little tart. He was going to have to try harder and be craftier to get her onto his cock anytime soon.

This time he also sat on the edge of his chair but kept his hands folded together slightly, fingertips barely touching his chin as he re-evaluated his position before beginning again.

He smiled and her eyes narrowed in response. “You have passed my little test, Miss Granger. I had to be sure you were on our side.”

This caused Hermione’s eyebrows to rise. Clearly, he was keeping her off guard. Perfect.

His hands spread out to his sides in a magnanimous gesture. “I needed to be sure I could trust you before confiding such intimate information to your person.”

The way Lucius layered the words with thick honey over poison both groomed and repulsed Hermione much the way Snape’s little blackmail scheme had. She wondered what in hell Malfoy’s game was.

“I have reason to believe that Severus Snape is providing mind altering potions to that imbecile of a Minister in exchange for potions licenses disguised as legitimate documents but filed quickly to hide the true nature of their intent.”

Lucius rose from his chair and began to pace behind his desk, hands now clasped behind his expensive robes.

“He has amassed quite a fortune, Miss Granger, and not one that is easily put aside on a mere teacher’s salary.” Lucius paused to allow Hermione to speak. He could see the words practically bursting from that luscious little mouth of hers.

“Who else is involved with the investigation?” she countered.

“You and I are the only ones who are aware of this little venture, aside from the guilty parties, of course.”

Hermione leapt from her chair, gripping the edge of his desk in her excitement and justifiable anger. “You told me the Auror department was involved!” she accused.

He raised one eyebrow in amusement at her little outburst. “I said no such thing.”

“You implied that-“

“Ah yes, I did, didn’t I. Well, that was all part of the little white lie I concocted to ascertain if you were a part of their scheming.”

Hermione was fuming but considered his point of logic.

“What is keeping you from taking this to the Auror department then, Mr. Malfoy?”

“Think, witch! What is it that I do not have yet?”

Hermione furrowed her brow and cocked her head. “Proof. You don’t have the proof you need, and if you brought this to the attention of the Auror department without it, you could lose your standing and possibly your position with such far-reaching allegations against a popular Minister for Magic and a formidable Dark wizard.”

Lucius clapped his large hands together slowly in a mock applaud to her deductions. Hermione ignored it and carried on. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

The tall Slytherin moved like a bolt of lightning and was around the desk, pinning her to the edge with his solid frame. His fingers rested heavily on top of her own, playing with them while his head dipped into her hair, voice sliding as honey butter into her ear.

“You have everything to do with this, my dear. You see, I despise the cowardly little fuck that dared to drag the Malfoy name through the gutter like the pompous little rent boy he is. I want this Minister for Magic out of office and exposed for the fraud he is. You are going to help me get evidence I need to bring him down once and for all. With the right type of information, you will have your revenge on Severus, and I shall have mine when the phony is out of office. To sweeten the deal, I can ensure that no more articles appear in the papers smearing your good name.”

Hermione was vaguely hearing Lucius’ voice caressing her ear with its drawling cadence, slithering past her well-constructed defenses and rendering her as potter’s clay on his wheel. Her knees trembled and she knew that if he hadn’t of been holding her up partially with his firm body and his desk as the other support, she’d have collapsed on the floor in a puddle at his feet. The blood roared in her ears and where their skin touched, an electric tingle travelled through her fingers, up her arms and spread into her belly and cunt like wildfire. The man exuded sex and money like some people sweated on a hot summer day. His rich cologne nearly knocked her off of her feet. Hermione wasn’t sure she fully understood what was going on, but she sure as hell knew that if she didn’t put some distance between their bodies, there would be a puddle of a different kind at her feet from what he was doing to her.

Lucius took a very audible breath in, inhaling her scent, as headily potent as the air he breathed. Very slowly, his cock was rising to the occasion, despite his attempts to control its upwards journey. The witch did things to his body and mind that no other woman had since Narcissa in his youth. All of his conquests over the years, both in wizarding society and under the reign of the Dark Lord, had been nothing more to him than sheer physical release. Hermione evoked a need in him to possess her fully. It shook his masculine foundation as the realization hit him bludger-style.

“Hermione, did you hear my proposal?” Lucius spoke softly into her other ear, the very tip of his tongue reaching out to taste the lobe. The little witch shuddered perceptibly and moaned just slightly loud enough for him to hear.

“Hmmmmm?” she answered dreamily.

Lucius peeked at her face and saw that her eyes were at half-mast, lips slightly parted and panting softly. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, breasts rising and falling in a way that made him want to rip her clothes off of her body and fuck her into the desk, putting his bruising marks and hot, pulsing seed into her body so every time she moved she would remember his possession of her. He pressed his manhood against her back and the witch stiffened beneath him.

Her eyes opened and she suddenly ducked under his arm and scuttled a good six feet away from him. Crossing her arms over her chest in a show of preserving her modesty, Hermione shakily put herself back together and tried to sound as if he’d had no effect on her, and failed.

“Mr. Malfoy, I’ve no need to seek revenge against Professor Snape when the encounter was a consensual experience. I’ve no reason to help you with your scheme and every reason to report what you’ve told me to the proper authorities so they can investigate according to protocol.”

Lucius laughed long and hard. His rich tone rang throughout his warded office, thoroughly catching Hermione off guard once more. His reaction puzzled and frightened her.

“The proper authorities, my arse,” he gasped through the back of his hand, still trying to hide a smile that simply wouldn’t be banished from his lips. “I take it you’ve even less of an idea of how this Ministry is being run than anyone in the entire building.”

Hermione had nothing to say so she waited for him to continue.

He obliged after letting the tail end of his chuckles die a natural death. “The head of the Auror department is in that fairy boy’s back pocket. They are lovers, my dear. If you’d have known anything about this institution whatsoever you would have called me on my initial observations of accusation. Clearly, you spend more time afield hiding in your own sexual depravity than keeping up on the latest Ministry gossip.”

“I have no use for idle prattle, Sir,” she retorted disdainfully. Honestly, as if it would enhance her life at all.

“Oh, but at times gossip can be most enlightening, as are my little fireside chats with my good friend the Potions master of Hogwarts,” he revealed most smugly, at last laying the final cards on the proverbial table. Oh, how he loved drawing out the hunt!

“But I thought-“

“That is the problem, my dear. You think entirely too much about all of the wrong things. Here is how this is going to work.” Again he moved in and forced her to walk backwards as he spoke. She reached for her wand but his reflex was ready for her to move and his hands gripped both of her wrists painfully, holding them above her head once they reached the wall.

“Severus has told me about the little pity fuck he granted you. What I cannot figure out, and that which he wouldn’t reveal to me, was what he held over your head to get you to fuck him. Ah, ah, ah, Miss Granger, don’t try to deny it,” he added as she opened her mouth with a retort. She closed it again when he dipped his head towards her, his lips mere millimeters from her own.

“I know when you are lying to me, Hermione,” he emphasized once more. “You are going to get me the evidence I need to take down the Minister, and in turn Severus’ potions license will be revoked when the scandal is broken. You will have your revenge, and I shall have mine.”

“But what if-“

“-He exposes your little secret, hmmmm?” he interrupted again, seeming to read her mind. It was uncanny how he knew what she was going to say.

“I have already taken a wand oath not to reveal what a facetious little slut you’ve become. You let me deal with that little problem. I will ensure Severus keeps his traitorous mouth shut. I have a feeling there is more between you and Severus than you’re letting on, but I’m willing to let it slide if you provide me with a little extra insurance.”

“Which is?” she asked nervously, her voice cracking. Hermione was simply grateful that Arthur had provided a reason to Lucius that he believed to be what Snape was holding over her head in return for sexual favors, at least in part. He suspected more, yet for some reason, wasn’t going to pry it from her if she met his demands.

Lucius allowed his eyes to roam lecherously over the full scope of her body. In that moment, Hermione knew what he would ask for.

“I ask for nothing more than a taste of that delectable body from time to time. It’ll be our little secret.” He moved in for the kill and captured her lips with his own. The defiant little witch bit down on his tongue when he sought entrance into her mouth.

Lucius roared his pain and stretched her arms higher up the wall as she gasped and shrieked when her shoulders were very nearly pulled from their sockets. He bit her lower lip in retaliation and drew blood. Their copper essence filled their mouths, his eyes glittering as he moved back in and forced her jaw open with one of his hands. His tongue filled her mouth and mixed their blood. Unknowingly, Hermione had ignited the beast within the man. He couldn’t have stopped at that point if he’d wanted to.

“Say you will do it, or I will destroy you, witch. Obey me, help me, and I shall give you such pleasure as you’ve never felt in your lifetime,” he rasped into her mouth, their combined blood dripping down and staining the front of her blouse and his fine robes.

“I, I can’t!” she sobbed into his mouth and he simply devoured her mouth even more voraciously, seeking to force her into submission.

“Then every paper in the country will carry news of your depravity on the morrow, and when I’ve the evidence, I will implicate you along with that fool and Severus to rot in Azkaban for all of your days.”

Hermione had no idea why the likes of Lucius Malfoy would want her for anything to do with his own sexual exploits, but it was evident he was hell bent on having her at any cost.

She continued to sob as her forehead rested against his, her arms aching, lip stinging and self-esteem fluttering in tatters to oblivion. His eyes darkened with arousal and his breathy pants came hot and fast. Hermione nodded and he growled triumphantly as he led her roughly back to his desk and bent her over it.

The first thing to go was her shirt. Hermione felt the tip of his wand slice through the back of it with an almost surgical precision that gave her a cold shiver. It was clear to her that this was a technique Malfoy had perfected over the years. She didn’t even want to contemplate what manner of evil goings-on had precipitated his flawless technique. The rest of her clothing followed in quick succession, his smooth, callous free hand following the path of his wand in reverent homage to her smooth skin. His touch was light, like a dancer in a ballet over her body. Her chin was pressed down to her chest, eyes shut tight to block out the horrible act about to be inflicted upon her once more. It was bad enough Snape had forced her into hell. Malfoy didn’t even know the true reason for his blackmail. Hermione could only pray that he would hold to his end of the bargain and make Snape back off. He had called Snape a traitor! If he didn’t hold up to his word, well, she didn’t want to think about being sexually beholden to both of them! It was bad enough to have either one hold her hostage via pussy.

Hermione heard the distinct rustle of fabric and a loud groan behind her. Lucius’ hands pushed her firmly, but surprisingly gently down until her front was flush with the desk. The wood felt warm and comforting in contrast to the silky titan of an erection that now was sliding over the cleft of her bum. It was even larger than Snape’s, she ascertained, without having to even look at the damn thing.

Lucius braced himself on the desk beside her as he lined up his cock with her vaginal opening. He hunched over her back and rubbed the head of his swollen dick between her pussy lips, eliciting unwanted lubrication from her very depths.

“So responsive, pet. Even under duress you are a wanton little slut, aren’t you, Hermione,” he intoned quietly, seductively into her ear. Continuing to stroke himself along her folds, he bent slightly to kiss and nip at her shoulder, along the back of her neck, spitting a little as hair got in his way. A murmur spelled it into a tight French braid on her head.

“Give me your cream, Hermione. I want you to show me how good I make you feel. You’re going to come on my cock and scream my name to the heavens, witch.”

With a growl and snap of his hips Lucius thrust balls deep inside of her tight, slick cunt.

“Oh, dear fuck yes!” he grated out as he wrapped his arms around her chest and held onto her tits for leverage, immediately pistoning wildly in and out of her at breakneck speed.

“So-fucking-tight-dear-god!” Lucius barked as he continued to pound against her pert arse and cunt.

Hermione was biting her torn and abused lower lip so hard to keep from crying out. He felt both wonderful and terrible at the same time. She knew that when it was all over and her shame bit her from behind, nothing was going to stop her from getting shite-faced drunk to drown away the nightmare of her reality.

Lucius cried out suddenly and was coming inside of her, hips locked tight to her backside as his body shuddered and heaved, grinding her against the edge of the desk roughly, moaning into her ear interspersed with inarticulate mutterings.

Hermione let go of her lip and breathed out a tremendous sigh at the quick completion. She was so relieved she was going to be able to leave his presence that her world almost collapsed when he began moving once more, still rock hard and demanding in his cadence.

“What- what are you doing?” she cried, turning her head in her haste to object to this repulsive, if erotic, intrusion and possession of her sex.

“I’m fucking you, my dear. You didn’t think I was going to let you go after only one climax, did you?” Lucius was thrusting a little slower this time around, hands rhythmically squeezing, rolling and pinching her breasts, his lips never ceasing their exploration of her neck, back and shoulders.

Hermione bit back a sob as his tongue, teeth and lips transmitted magical sensations straight to her clit and cunt. It was as if he were weaving a spell on her as the web of seduction grew tighter around her. The invasion of his glorious, hated cock was stroking her into delirious oblivion against her will. With every ounce of will she fought to think about the most horrific, disgusting things she could imagine. Each one was knocked down as the tornado that was Lucius Malfoy bowled her over and twisted her into his personal, depraved fuck toy.

An intense keening filled the air and Lucius sneered against her back, his hips cast at just the right angle that had caused this new sound coming from the lithe, curvy witch. She was now bucking backwards into his groin, chanting something he strained to catch even as he forced her mouth to the side and swept his tongue inside.

He swallowed her scream when her body tightened, cunt squeezing him so fucking tight he felt for a moment as if his dick were being severed at the root. With great effort he fucked through it, concentration pushed to the limit with the force of will needed to penetrate her depths through the vise. A sudden gush of warmth bathed his groin with cream of witch and once more her incredible body stole his composure, ripping the come from his sac so forcefully he very nearly blacked out. Jet after jet of thick, heavy come filled her writhing insides, bathing her cervix in a river of his seed. Normally, Lucius was able to come three times in succession without slowing for a break but the intensity of his second orgasm robbed him of virility. As he came down from the intense high, his cock slipped out of her cunt like a kicked puppy.

He backed away from her, admiring the view of her bent over, come and cream dripping shamelessly down her inner thighs, pink lips swollen and peeking at him from between her legs. Lucius shook his head to clear it. Clearly, he had once again underestimated her effect on him. The witch was going to take a finer approach and more time than he had right that moment to handle her properly.

Hermione stood up and felt the self-revulsion wash over her once more. What had started as a lustful obsession with her boss had turned into a nightmare of lies and deceit. All she knew was that she had to get out of there as soon as possible. Without turning to look at Malfoy, Hermione reached for her wand and quickly cleaned herself, repairing her decimated clothing to a presentable state.

Lucius couldn’t get his heart to slow down from a racehorse gallop. It was still beating madly in his chest as he watched Hermione clean and dress herself. An emotion that was long forgotten reared its ugly head and he forcefully tried to quell it with self-control, but it stubbornly refused to budge. Ignoring it for the time being, he smirked when she turned to give him a cold glare that fell short of its intent by a full mile.

“When will you take care of Snape?”

“One mustn’t rush these sorts of things, my dear.”

Hermione scowled and stalked towards the door, no longer able to stand the sight of him. “I don’t intend to let this drag out any longer than is absolutely necessary, Mr. Malfoy. I’ll have your evidence by the end of two weeks’ time. If you haven’t taken care of Snape, you won’t get your evidence. Do we have a deal?”

“You’re not in a position to be making demands of me, are you little girl?” he threw at her scornfully, his snide tone like claws down a chalkboard over her battered emotions.

Hermione stood stock still and counted to ten before answering him, facing the exit to his office. “If you don’t agree to my terms, Mr. Malfoy, I shall put everything into a Pensieve and make sure all of the wrong people get a copy of the memory. Then we’ll see how fast you come to heel.” She smiled to herself when she heard his outraged gasp behind her and his thundering steps as he took her from behind, throwing her to the floor in a snit.

“You will do no such thing you stupid girl! You would destroy yourself as well!”

Hermione smiled up at him sweetly. “What do I have to lose? At least I wouldn’t have to let you stick your putrid cock inside of me anymore.”

If looks could kill Hermione would have been dead on the spot. The look on Malfoy’s face was both priceless and terrifying to behold. She imagined that if they’d had been at a revel with that same reaction to her words, the torture she’d had endured would have been about as horribly unimaginable as possible. As it was, he had her by the tits and she had him by the balls. They were both in the same boat and he was pissed because she’d turned the tables on him. Well, if he didn’t know what he was messing with before, he did now.

Slowly, ever so slowly, comprehension and even resignation danced across his face and he reached down to pull her back to her feet.

“You drive a hard bargain, Miss Granger, but we have a deal. I reserve the right to call upon you thrice more within that time frame.”

“Once.”

“Twice.”

“Once, and if I bring you the evidence before you do request my presence you forfeit the encounter.”

“Twice, and it’s a deal.”

“Done.”

They shook on it and a swirl of magic surrounded their clasped hands. Lucius actually smiled.

“You should have been sorted into Slytherin.”

“Fuck you, Mr. Malfoy.”

With a dark chuckle he unwarded the door and ushered her out with a tame goodbye just as the Minister bustled in, his face almost apoplectic with anger.

“What is the meaning of this, Mr. Malfoy? How dare you ward and silence your office during business hours! You know that is against Ministry policy. I should have you reprimanded for such a flagrant violation!”

Lucius looked down his nose at his bastard son. The little fuck was an abomination to the Malfoy name. If it had been up to him, the little shite would have been killed at birth, if not before. As it was, if all went as planned, he wouldn’t be a thorn in his pale white arse for much longer.

“Forgive me, Minister, but I had pressing, sensitive business to conduct with Miss Granger and it wouldn’t do to have passing ears accidentally picking up on information that may throw the image of this fine institution into, shall we say, a rather unfavorable light, hmmmm?”

Lucius’ bastard son hemmed and hawed, clearing his throat importantly before breaking his gaze from the long stare he had been held to. With a short nod and a, “Don’t let it happen again,” the self-important Minister quickly hurried out of the office with a huff and swagger.

Lucius flicked the door shut with a wave of his hand and promptly retired to his desk after pouring a stiff measure of brandy.

If Granger knew how tenuous his social, political and personal standing really was, she’d have gone straight for his jugular. His next step was to pay a visit to his old friend, the Hogwarts Potions master. That little visit would require even more finesse. Severus wasn’t easily fooled.

Lucius let the brandy trail a slow burn down into his gullet while he contemplated his next course of action. He knew Severus wouldn’t easily give up shagging rights to Miss Granger, but he had to be convinced not to exact retribution of any kind on the witch while believing it was in his best interest to cease blackmailing her. He knew there was something underlying that stank like last week’s rubbish. If he could slip the man some Veritaserum……

Yes, yes. His plan was shaping up nicely, and he might not even need Miss Granger’s help to pull off the crux of his deception. If Lucius could have his cake and eat it to, it just wouldn’t due to settle for anything less, now would it?
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