May I present to you, the latest offering of Good Luck, Lolita. Nearly 5000 words written and edited in two hours, just for your amusement.
There is sex in this scene…. Just preparing you all.
"Miss Granger," Lucius Malfoy drawled, peering over the top of the Daily Prophet to greet her as she walked into the dining room for breakfast. Dressed in an ivory, silken dress that fell just below the knee, and sat off of the shoulders, complimented with a pair of silver heels, she ambled slowly into the room. The heels clicking with every step she took. Her hair still straight, brushed over her right shoulder and pulled into a side ponytail and then looped once, hiding the hair tie.
She detested heels, and now she was being forced to wear them whether she liked them or not, this was honestly one of the worst parts of the whole experience so far, far worse than having to dance and mingle with Death Eaters. Death Eaters she could handle… But one wrong step in these and they weren't very forgiving. Feeling like you are teetering an extra foot above the ground and every step was Russian Roulette as to if you were going to snap an ankle or not.
"Granger," Draco nodded curtly, his eyes sweeping over her from head to toe.
Swallowing hard she made her way over to Draco, who was flanking his fathers left side. Hermione took the seat next to Draco and sat down under the scrutinous gaze of both the men. Licking her lips nervously as Draco eyed her off for a moment as if waiting for her to tell him something, but she really didn't know what he wanted.
"Have fun last night?" He sneered at the girl; as if it was all her fault she ended up with Severus for the night. Jealousy was a curse, a curse he was all too familiar with.
Heat crept into her cheeks as the table became very interesting right at that moment. "No," she whispered meekly, adamant on avoiding eye contact.
"Draco." Lucius bit through gritted teeth, shutting the paper and folding it in half, placing it on the table to his left.
"Yes, father?" Draco questioned with just as much disdain in his voice, louring at his father.
"Mind your manners in company, Draco." He raised a brow to his son.
"Company? She's hardly company, you own her," he retorted.
"True," Lucius offered. "But you will do well to mind your manners in front of a lady."
Hermione blushed beet red as his notion as Draco snorted. "She's as much a lady as Dobby the fucking house elf." He glowered sourly at his father who shot him a disapproving look just as Narcissa entered the room to a symphony of her heels clicking on the marble floor below.
"Hermione." Narcissa smiled at the girl before greeting her husband and son.
She sat down and clicked her fingers, long red talons shining in the light as they moved rapidly before a house elf appeared.
"Huffy, breakfast please, now." The little elf bowed low and was back within seconds, placing a plate of pancakes in front of the four of them.
Hermione's stomach grumbled at the delightful smell that assaulted her senses. They had to be the best pancakes she had ever had the pleasure of inhaling the aroma of.
Grabbing her knife and fork she hastily began to eat her pancakes. The moment the first bite hit her tongue she almost let out a groan of ecstasy. They were the best pancakes she had ever tasted.
"These pancakes are delightful, Mrs. Malfoy."
"Why thank you, I made them myself, dear, and please, call me Narcissa," She looked pointedly at her husband, knowing full well it would invoke a reaction from him, if not directly now, but later. To have a Mud Blood call her by her first name was positively uncouth in his eyes.
She was starting to like this girl. Draco and Lucius never complimented her on the food she provided them, granted the House Elves usually cooked, sometimes she dabbled in cooking for them and this mornings breakfast was one such occasion.
"Draco, dear," Narcissa smiled at her son as he looked at her. "Please show Hermione around today." Draco only nodded in response. Still sour and seemingly taking out his issues with Hermione herself when she had nothing to do with anything.
Lucius wondered what his wretch of a wife was playing at by treating the girl with such kindness and civility, was there something about her that Lucius himself did not know about? No chance, he knew she was doing it purely to antagonize him and get a rise. To see him react in a negative way was always a positive for Narcissa. She disliked her husband a lot, that much was true and evident, but she would never divorce him, that was almost unheard of within the pureblood circle, to do so was blasphemy and frowned upon.
Breakfast had been eaten in relative silence. Hermione growing more comfortable around the three of them as breakfast dragged on before Draco got to his feet. Hermione took that as her cue to also get up, teetering for a moment on the heels before following close behind him as he exited the dining room.
"I'll show you around, haven't got much else to do, I'm a prisoner here as much as you are." He sighed angrily.
"How so?" She questioned, trotting alongside of him, praying the next step she took wouldn't be one that caused her to fall and break her neck. The clicking of her heels rhythmic on the floor, a filler for the otherwise silence that was shared between them up until now.
"You can't see it?" He stopped and turned so suddenly she ran straight into his chest, bounced backward, almost hitting the floor but he managed to grab her around the wrist and pulled her back to her feet swiftly.
"Well…I haven't been here long. Not long enough to see the dynamics and how everything works." She shrugged, smoothing her palms over her the skirt of her dress softly.
"While they are in and out all day, every day, I am stuck here, I don't get called upon for anything despite the fact I took this fucking stupid mark." He turned her arm over, showing her his dark mark. "I am a joke to the lot of them." He ran a hand wearily through his blonde hair.
"Do this, Draco. Do that Draco, fetch us a drink, Draco," He said in a mock, high falsetto. "Do I look like a fucking house elf to you?"
She didn't know if it was a rhetorical question or if it were a genuine one, so she opted to stay quiet, which seemed to be the correct response.
"Like. I get I am younger than the rest, but I haven't been called on other than to look after you like your personal babysitter, my talents are being wasted here."
"I'm sorry you feel that way." She looked to the floor.
"I… Look I didn't mean it like that. I'm just angry that I am treated like a child who has no talents, who never gets chosen for anything."
"I see," She replied almost forcefully. "So you are like the intern of the Muggle world," she stated, watching his face contort into confusion.
"An Intern," She interjected before he had a chance to ask, "In the Muggle world is when you need some work experience, you offer your services to work usually in an office environment and they take full advantage of you, making you get the coffee, treating you like shit, getting you to do the shit jobs in general that no one else would do," She stated.
"Oh, that sounds exactly like here. So it's universal then, not just in the Wizarding world."
She nodded to confirm as he began walking again. "That's the ballroom, but you already know that." He pointed as they passed it.
"That's fathers sitting room, no one is permitted in there unless you are The Dark Lord, then you can go wherever the fuck you please around here," his voice dark and bitter.
"Never go down this long hallway here," he pointed to a long and dark hall, it almost felt as if it were ten degree's colder than the rest of the house. "That's where the Dark Lord stays and his most devout, he rarely comes out, he has everything he needs down there."
She shivered as they walked past it, the vibe it gave off made her feel uneasy.
"Kitchens are down there if you are ever hungry just help yourself. I am told the house and the elves now recognize you as one of us now and will obey you."
She continued to follow him through a door that led outside. She breathed in a much-needed breath of fresh air, he led her around the back of the Manor to a large swimming pool one of the biggest she had ever seen in her existence, which didn't surprise her because it was the biggest house she had ever seen.
"That's the pool, obviously." He shrugged, stopping so she could catch up.
"Down behind those hedges are the stables-,"
"Stables?! She almost squealed with delight, even as a young adult, she still loved horses.
"There are no horses, Granger. Just a few unicorns," she said matter of factly.
"Unicorns?" She asked with an upward inflection. "How is that possible? Unicorns are almost impossible to catch and tame."
"Father had them caught, The Dark Lord wanted them for something and that never came to fruition, so he thought what better way to show you have money than a few unicorns running around the place."
"Is the Dark Lord only here because of your families money?" She asked gently. Draco sat on one of the outdoor chairs by the pool, she followed suit.
"Of course he is. He couldn't plan world domination without money, copious amounts of money. By the time the old cunt is done, I will be lucky if I have two galleons left to me in the inheritance," He spat angrily.
"So world domination does come with a price then, besides the obvious bloodshed and death."
"Yeah, it does. He's burnt through millions of galleons already and my spineless father is too weak to stand his ground and tell him to fuck off."
"Somehow I don't think you can just tell The Dark Lord to fuck off Draco. Your father would be tried for treachery if he tried anything like that and I am sure you and your mother wouldn't fair well either."
Silence shrouded them for a few minutes, Draco mulling over her words.
Hermione spoke again, "Why did you do it…The Dark Mark, I mean. You clearly didn't want to take that path and it is clear to me your mother disapproves of the path your father had led your family down…" She trailed off, waiting for his answer.
"Because if I didn't take the mark, If I didn't become one of them, they threatened to kill her, my mother," his voice soft and sad as he looked out across the lawn.
"I had no choice, it is expected male children of the members join the ranks, females have the choice, but they are mostly used for breeding stock, to boost the ranks with more soldiers. I don't think my father wants any more part in this shit either but he has no choice. If he was offered a choice tomorrow he would leave, he would leave his house and fortune behind if it meant he got to live a free life, you know. Same with Severus I reckon, he just does this shit because he has no choice."
"Why doesn't anyone stand up to him… To Voldemort I mean."
He glared at her, "You can't just go around saying that, his name, it will get you killed. Don't ever say it again." His voice a low, dangerous whisper as he looked over his shoulder, hoping no one had heard her and Hermione suddenly realized the gravity of the situation.
Draco stood to finish the tour leading her back inside. "That's the drawing room…" He trailed off. "But you already know that," he whispered before hurrying past.
"Bedrooms are upstairs, as you know… Many, Many bedrooms. I don't know why we need so many. Dungeons are downstairs, but again you already knew that." He was glossing over many of the rooms, knowing full well the nosy little cow would help herself eventually and take herself on a tour. That just leaves us with the library, he pushed open two large oak doors and Hermione gasped at the vast size.
"I'll leave you here, for now, I have something to attend to with mother." He nodded curtly before turning on his heel and leaving. She wouldn't argue with him about being left here.
-o-o-o-o-
Hermione Granger stood in the Malfoys expansive library, a small smile tugged at her lips. At least they had allowed her to spend time in here, alone, to get away and escape from the reality that she was not only owned by Severus Snape, but the Malfoys could do with her as they pleased, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it other than play along, grin and bear it.
She stood in front of a large shelf, running her fingers tips feather-light over the spines of leather-bound books on Dark Magic. She had spent a few hours reading history books in general but if she had to be here, she was going to at least learn about some of the dark magic in which they dabbled in. She knew many of them were masterminds when it came to dark curses, and she wouldn't put it over any of them to try a curse or two on her, so she wanted to be prepared, she wanted to learn how to detect a curse to keep herself safe.
"Miss Granger," Lucius Malfoys voice a low husky whisper as he strode purposefully into the Library, she stiffened as he stepped right up behind her, watching her intently as she searched the shelves for a book.
"Best be careful with some of these, Miss Granger. Dark magic possesses many of these books. Evil and vile curses that no one would be game to try for fear of ill fate… Except for Dolohov, that mad prick will try any curse, came up with many of his own too."
"I know," She bit out dryly. "I was on the receiving end of one at the Ministry of Magic."
He tapped his bottom lip with an index finger as if in deep thought, "So you were."
"You can't deny, he is one of the best I have come across, Severus a close second… But don't tell him I said that. He already knows he is great, he doesn't need my accolades to boost his ego."
He ran a long slender finger down the exposed nape of her neck; she bit her lip in response and her breathing stopped. Why was he touching her? She felt uncomfortable. In the back of her mind she knew she should flee, but deep down, she knew she couldn't. She knew to get through this, the time in this house and everything that was going to happen to her, she would have to detach herself from reality to survive. She was going to have to try to learn to cut off her emotions and re-calibrate her moral compass. In essence, she was just going to have to become a shell of her former self just to survive.
Tilting her head to look over her shoulder at him, she saw the want and desire in his grey eyes and the pit of her stomach churned. She knew deep down that she would have to sleep with him, and she wasn't going to like it.
"You don't want me, Mister Malfoy," she whispered, hoping to throw his interest off of her.
He chuckled. "Oh, but I do, Miss Granger." He pressed his lips to her neck softly. She tasted fucking amazing. It had been so long since he had bedded a woman, and a woman so young and so pure.
"I am but a Mud Blood, filthy and impure of blood, you don't want to do this," she pushed, trying hard to throw him off the want to ravish her.
"True." He pressed his lips to her neck again. "Such a shame someone so beautiful has to be so dirty, so tainted." His long slender finger ran down the nape of her neck again curving around her collarbone, resting a hand on a breast. "But it is just sex, Miss Granger. Your blood status matters not in this situation."
"Please," her voice a pleading, husky whisper as silent tears fell, the light of the fire catching them, making them shimmer as they fell steadily down her warm, red cheeks.
Her heart hammering in her chest, the elder Malfoy snaked his arm around her waist and spun her around with force to look at him. She felt sick and she wanted to vomit. Eyes closed as a strangle sob was forced from her body. She didn't want to do this, but she knew she had no choice. Grabbing her chin with his long fingers, he forced her head up, her eyes fluttered open, brown orbs staring helplessly into cold grey ones pleading with him, but her gaze was only met with want and desire.
"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, Miss Granger," He snarled at her viciously. "You can accept the fact of the matter, or you can try to run, but it wouldn't do you much good. You can't hide in this house and you will only be prolonging your own suffering."
"Surely you don't want me after Snape had me," she cried desperately. She was trying anything to throw him off, to stop him from wanting her. Dread digging its way into her very core tangling through her body and refused to leave.
"You think I haven't had Severus' Seconds before, Miss Granger." He threw his head back, his long blonde hair cascading down his shoulders like silk and as he let at a hearty, almost sardonic laugh.
"It won't be the first time and it most certainly wont be the last I have fucked someone after he has shot his load."
She was desperate now. She didn't know what else to say to stop him. Tangling his hands in her long, auburn ponytail he pulled her head back slightly, pressing his lips to her roughly, stealing a chaste kiss from her lips.
"Think of your wife," She said with total desperation in her voice.
"My wife, Miss Granger? How very sweet of you to think of her and her feelings. The stupid insolent bitch hasn't been interested in me for god knows how fucking long. She gets up every morning, puts a smile on that pretty face and goes about her day living a lie. Underneath all of that makeup and that false façade lies a cruel, evil selfish bitch that cares for no one but herself. If it wasn't for my money, do you think she would have married into the Malfoy name?"
"And if she wasn't beautiful and pureblood do you think you would have allowed her?"
"Don't go there, Miss Granger," he hissed before pressing another kiss to her lips. Letting go of the grip on her long, silken hair, curling one hand down to her thigh, sliding it under the dress to rest on her ass.
"You know you want me, Miss Granger. To see what it would be like to fuck me. To feel me."
"Not really," her voice was shaky as his hand still rested on her ass, fingers teasing at the thin fabric of her knickers, the only barrier stopping him.
His other hand slid up the front her thigh; disappearing under her dress his fingers gently stroked her pussy through the fabric a few times before his fingers dipped behind the elastic of the offending fabric, sliding two fingers into her hot core.
A shuddery gasp emitted from within her as he fell forward onto him in response, an evil smile flashed across his face.
"That's it," he mumbled against her forehead as he placed a lone kiss, his fingers sliding out of her hot center, running up the slit of her pussy and locating her clit. She gasped again, he snaked his free arm around her to steady her as he flicked her clit and almost sent her to her knee's.
"See, it's not so bad, is it," he cooed in her ear before pressing his lips hungrily to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth, her senses overloaded. She didn't know what to do, she wanted to cry but she couldn't and she would lie if she said she wasn't enjoying the touch of the man right at her core.
He broke the kiss, flicking her clit once more and retracing his hand. She almost found herself about to protest at the loss of his touch.
He sat down in a leather, winged back chair and pulled her atop of him sideways, her legs dangling over the arm of the chair. His musky smell assaulting her nostrils, the taste of him still lingering on her lips.
"This is your new life now, Miss Granger, and the sooner you realize that fact, it will be a lot easier for you. You can play along, or I can send you to the dungeons where your precious Severus won't be back to save you for a few weeks." The corners of his lips tugged, pulling his lips into an evil sneer.
"He isn't my precious Severus," she snapped at him.
"It certainly looked to me as if you have a soft spot for him when your tongue was rammed halfway down his throat last night."
"Not at all. I am here because I have no choice and I am obliging because I value my life. I am not enjoying any of this in the slightest."
"Well we will see if we can change your tune…" he trailed off.
She snorted, "I highly doubt that. I would never stoop as low as you lot."
"You say that now, Miss Granger… They all say that and they all come around, they see our ways and our means and they end up quickly changing their opinions."
He pressed his lips to hers once more, their lips battling for supremacy, he forced his tongue into her mouth again as she ran her hands through his soft blonde locks, she could feel his arousal digging into her ass as she snaked her arms around his neck. Maybe it was for the best if she played along, it would surely ensure her time here would be more pleasant than torturous. That was if she would ever be getting out of here, with her friends dead and others on the run… She had more hope of her playing competitive Quidditch than being saved.
"Stand," he ordered, pushing the girl to her feet, she obliged, sliding from his lap silently.
She tilted her head to the side looking at him, wondering what he would require of her next. She let out a little squeal as his large hands ran up her thighs, grabbing her hips hard and pulling her panties down past her knee's, the cotton pooling around her ankles and stepped out of them.
She closed her eyes again trying to ready herself, this was it, this moment was getting closer and she couldn't do anything. Severus wasn't around to save her; she'd rather him as the lesser evil than Lucius Malfoy if she were honest. At least with Severus what you saw was what you got, a cold sarcastic, bitter cunt, but with Lucius, he was like ten different people rolled into one package.
You never knew when he was going to show civility, kindness, chivalry, hatred, torment or pure evilness her really was a mixed bag.
Ceasing her by the wrists he pulled her roughly atop of him so she was straddling him with a leg either side of him.
"Is this all I am to you? A hunk of meat to have your way with?"
"Why would you think you would be anything more? You are no more than The Dark Lords incubator, we just get to have fun with you in the process." He tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
"You never will be anything more to me than somewhere to sink my cock into and don't start to think otherwise, I can't say the same for my inept son, he will likely be on one knee next week confessing his undying love for you, and Severus… Severus is, well, Severus. No one knows what he will do. You are even less than a piece of meat to him, you are burden heading towards distraction."
"Then why did he want me so much?" Her hands pressed to his chest, as she propped herself up to look at him.
"It's Severus; no one knows why he does anything that he does. He is complex and complicated. You have to remember he is The Dark Lords most devout now that Bellatrix is gone, but he marches to the beat of his own drum, he doesn't glorify him like she did."
"I see," came her dry reply
"You will never find love here… Even with Draco, I would never allow it, but you will find immeasurable power if you played your cards right, I daresay The Dark Lord would allow you to step right into his inner circle if you as much hinted you had an interest. The way you tried to kill Severus last night, the Dark Magic is there, it just needs to be wrangled and trained to its full potential. The look in your eyes, you had completely cut yourself off from reality and let pure rage and instinct take over, that is exactly what makes a great Death Eater."
"I don't want to become a Death Eater," She protested.
"My dear, you don't have much choice in anything anymore." He looked at her as her mind ticked over calculating what he had just said, and he wondered how he had gotten so off of track with the task at hand and instead ended up conversing with her instead of fucking her.
He stole a kiss once again from her tender lips and moaning in appreciation. His wife had not kissed him in years and he yearned for the lips of another on his own. He knew she would almost be close enough to a virgin and he couldn't wait to sink his cock into her hot core.
His cock twitched at the very thought, growing tight within his trousers he buried his hand underneath her, undoing his pants meticulously with one hand, freeing his hardened cock from its cloth prison. He was here now; he was going to finish what he came in here for.
His cock now free he rubbed it along the slick wet length of her pussy, just dying to sheath himself within. Morally he knew it was wrong to fuck a Mud Blood, but he could justify it because she was pretty and she was his to do with as he pleased.
Lining himself up with her, he slid his cock slowly into her. She gasped in response, not expecting it, looking down at him, she was unsure what to do next, she had never led the first few times she had had sex and she had never had it in this position before.
He almost wanted to groan and roll his eyes; at least he knew she was barely touched. Grabbing her gently around her hips he set her into the rhythm that he liked. Sweet fucking Merlin, he closed his eyes as she ground away in his lap, his cock penetrating her deep within her center. She was so fucking tight and it felt so fucking good it ought to be illegal. Never in all his years had he felt a pussy so tight and so pure.
He watched her intently, a few long stray hairs sticking to the sweat of her brow, her eyes closed in either disgust or concentration, he didn't know and frankly, he didn't give a fucking shit.
"That's it," He cooed encouragingly to her, as he got closer to his release with every stroke. His muscle started to tighten and his breath catching in his throat, lids fluttered shut, lower lip between teeth, all went black as he blew his load within her with a loud groan.
The only sound was their jagged breaths as his eyes fluttered open, cold grey eyes looking into warm brown ones for a moment before he tore his gaze away.
"That will do, Miss Granger," His voice stoic as he gently pushed her off.
A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so, so much for all of the reviews and alerts, favorites etc. You are the BEST readers ever.
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