IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE:
I have decided to make this a series-story... of sort.
This story will always between Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Granger but it will be set in alternate worlds.
For instance A Submissive Lucius did not take the war into consideration. It was just a snippet between the two to show a glimpse in their life after the war.
In the second story, the set up is completely different but THEIR story will continue.
Like this, the story will be told in a series of one shots, set in different worlds, between them.
Hope it's not confusing.
With that, I hope you enjoy the second story.
Summary: It's time for Lucius to extract a little… revenge from his witch.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Lucius' Revenge.
Hermione gasped awake. Her nightgown sticking to her chest, becoming almost transparent because of the perspiration. She couldn't remember her dream but for some reason, she felt a slight trepidation.
The past few days had been very calm, a little too calm if she thought about it.
There were no new deatheater's attacks so the order was left with doing simple recon missions.
Everyone was treating it like a reprieve. Hermione was a little put off at how easily everyone had put down their guard. Maybe this is what the deatheaters wanted. To lull everyone into a false sense of security and attack when the order would be at its most unprepared.
Hermione had tried discussing this theory in the previous meeting but just received eye rolls and nods meant to humor her. Nobody took her worries seriously, specially considering that in the last scrimmage, the order had emerged victorious.
Hermione got up from her bed and walked out from the gryffindor's dormitory to escape from her gloomy thoughts. She unknowingly walked towards the Astronomy Tower. There was something about the place that soothed her whenever she had a worry.
So lost in her thoughts that Hermione failed to notice a curious lack of any sound in the corridors. Even the portraits were hushed, scared to even whisper because they sensed an intruder.
Hermione shivered, feeling a disturbing chill in the air. How could she have forgotten her robe! It was september for merlin's sake! And worse, her wand was also inside her robe.
Great!
Hermione still felt the echoes of her dream and the chill wasn't helping her to relax so she hurried to her destination instead of lingering in the dark and silent corridors.
Hermione released a sigh when she reached the Astronomy Tower. Maybe now she could get some relief from her turbulent thoughts.
She leaned back against the cold stone wall and moaned in pleasure. The sudden cold felt good against her heated skin.
Hermione wasn't aware but she was being observed in her vulnerable state, by someone she knew... closely, from the shadows.
"Miss Granger."
Hermione jerked at the low hiss. She looked around trying to identify the vaguely familiar voice but it was too dark to see anything.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" Hermione shouted.
"Now now, don't cover yourself at my expense." A husky laugh came from the shadows.
Hermione's arms automatically stopped from crossing across her shoulders. There was something dark and commanding about the voice that made Hermione obey what he was saying.
Hermione shivered unconsciously.
Slowly she heard his footsteps coming closer. Suddenly a beam of moonlight hit his face.
"You! What are you doing in Hogwarts?" Hermione gasped.
He stepped forward until he was at an arm's length and looked down at her.
Hermione blushed at his intense look, realizing how she must look at the moment- a strap of her nightgown had slipped off of a shoulder and her nipples had tightened because of the cold. Oh Merlin. There were so many things wrong with her present situation but for some reason she felt frozen at her place.
She watched with baited breadth – whether from fear or anticipation, Hermione wasn't sure – as he slowly took out his wand and murmured a spell, his voice smooth as silk.
Nothing happened for a moment. Then she felt her gown slowly slip away, baring her pale skin to his dark gaze.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Hermione cried in shock.
She crossed her arms to cover her naked breasts but all it produced was a sinister laughter.
He looked ta her appraisingly. Even though it was too dark for Hermione, clearly it did not prevent him from seeing her – eyes wide and lips parted in surprise with a hint of fear and excitement. The flush on her cheeks, which was slowly and steadily spreading downwards to her neck and chest.
He raised his wand again and muttered a spell, too softly for Hermione to hear.
Hermione gasped as her arms were bound up against the wall over her head, against her will. She struggled fruitlessly to try bring them down but they were stuck to the wall.
Meanwhile he was quite enjoying the show as her breasts jiggled along with her movements.
Then Hermione's breath quickened as a new feeling began spreading inside her. At first it was only a slight tingle, then it grew.
Hermione couldn't help but moan loudly. It felt as if a thousand little mouths were sucking on her breasts. Her sensitive nipples tightened enough to cause her a delicious pain.
"What are you doing to me you bastard?" Hermione closed her eyes and started panting softly.
He just smirked and gazed at her writhing form hungrily- the scene in font causing him to lose a little bit of his cool.
Hermione suddenly threw her head back and screamed as the invisible mouths started sucking on her nipples faster and harder. Her skin glowed pink with sweat and her breathing grew faster.
She couldn't believe the gall of the wizard! Was he intending on making her come just from having her breasts stimulated by magic...
Oh no! She would not give him the satisfaction of submitting so easily. She took a deep breadth and controlled her approaching orgasm and challenged him with her eyes.
"Ever the lioness huh." A chuckle came. His eyes showing equal amount lust and respect.
But well two could play the game. Let's see how long she could last under his ministrations.
He flicked his wand and watched greedily- not able to appear completely unaffected- as she was splayed in all her nude glory with glistening breasts. Her thighs wet with her excitement.
Hermione blushed furiously as the wizard stared at her possessively for few long minutes. Merlin, she hated him with every fiber of her being but still her body refused to obey her. By Merlin's saggy balls! She would not succumb to the hedonistic pleasure.
"Oh you will succumb my dear Miss Granger, It's just a matter of when." He just smirked and drawled softly, his deep voice making her shiver unconsciously.
Hermione shrieked as he again did something with her wand- this time the sensations were more focused on her inner thighs and her wet heat. She started whimpering as her clit was licked faster and faster. Just when she was about to peak, it stopped.
"Noo!" Hermione whined, too lost in pleasure to remember her earlier declaration.
He laughed softly, but even he could not control the tightening in his pants as he watched raptly the enchanting sight she made in front of him – enjoying her pleasure abundantly.
"Please." Hermione begged, too far gone to remember who she was begging to.
"Ah my dear, have patience. We have all night to play." He replied huskily.
Hermione panted softly and tried rubbing her thighs together to alleviate the growing ache, but the invisible bonds held tight.
"Lucius."
"Ah finally said my name huh witch."
"Let me come or I swear to merlin I will hex your balls and sever your dick and give it to dementors in a bloody gift wrap!"
"As entertaining your threats are, don't you know by now Miss Granger that your insults do not bother me in the least. On the contraire, I find them strangely... stimulating." Lucius chuckled darkly.
Looking into his eyes, Hermione swallowed at the raw desire visible in them. Yes Lucius Malfoy was definitely not scared.
Hermione shook her head. There was definitely something wrong with her - instead of frightening her, the thought that she was at his mercy delighted her and caused a wicked tingle in her lower stomach.
Fine of that didn't work then... With a hooded look in her eyes, Hermione ached her back, as much her her restraints allowed, thrust her breasts towards him and licked her lips invitingly.
"Lucius..."
Lucius swallowed as his throat suddenly got dry. Oh the wicked witch was far too tempting for her own good. He growled, angry.
Nobody controlled him! With a dark scowl Lucius whispered a spell causing Hermione to literally howl in pleasure. He smirked, It was a special spell he and Severus had created in their youth. By now Hermione should be experiencing how it felt to be fucked by him... hard.
He watched hungrily and with satisfaction as Hermione finally shouted her release after a few hard but invisible thrusts.
But it still wasn't enough to satisfy the growing hunger that Lucius kindled inside Hermione. He had teased her too much for her to be satisfied by just cumming once but Lucius thought with a sadistic pleasure, that was all she was getting today.
With that he released Hermione from the bindings and dropped her to the ground, leaving her satisfied yet oh so frustrated.
Lucius Malfoy smirked.
Yes, it felt nice to get revenge.
A/N: ASL : Hermione: 1 :: Lucius: 0
LR : Hermione: 1 :: Lucius: 1 :p
So what do you guys think of this idea?
