All my best sincere gratitude to warm-hearted Cruplette. Thank her for her brilliant beta skills! Chapter Ten Orchid and Blood
Instantly Hermione arrived right in front of him, lying on the floor, at his feet. Lucius looked down at Hermione, who was in a deep sleep, almost as if in a coma when her necklace had transported here. Her eyebrows scowling, lips quivering, face contorted. She must be dreaming something horrible.
Lucius wanted to levitate her, but suddenly the girl began to struggle and scream. Levitating such a noisy creature and walking the long distance to his bedroom obviously wasn't such a good idea. So in disgust he cuddled the girl into his arms and disapparated to his bedroom.
As soon as they arrived inside the large chamber Lucius threw the girl onto his four-poster bed. Hermione kept on screaming and clenched the bedspread into her fist in a deadly grip.
"No, no! Don't kill them! No! Don't you dare to die on me! Please don't leave me!" Hermione shouted desperately in her sleep. She clawed the silk sheet until it was torn. Cold sweat formed on her forehead, and her clothes were sticking to her body. She was writhing on the bed, and kept on repeating the same desperate pleas.
Lucius's lips curled into an amused smile. At least the girl did feel the pain deeply in her heart.
Hermione cried out again:"No! Don't kill Ron! No! Don't kill him! Ron! Oh! Harry! No!" tears flowed through her closed eyelids, wetting her curly hair.
Lucius felt his rage again. She cried only for her damn little friends. She felt not even a bit guilty for her crime! "I must keep her in pain." thought Lucius. He put a sleeping charm on the girl to keep her in this nightmare for a good hour. He turned around, stalked out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Keep her screaming!
Hermione woke after her excruciating nightmare. Her clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and each nerve in her body burned alive with pain. It screamed and tore her body while Hermione was too exhausted to say a word. She lay still for a long time until some sense came back to her. Slowly she opened her eyes and all she saw was thick darkness.
Wearily Hermione closed her eyes and held the bedspread. It felt better when cold silk met her sweaty, hot skin.
Wait a minute! Cold, silk… aren't I in my own bed?
Hermione opened her eyes again and scanned the room. Her blurring view slowly cleared up. And then she saw the bedspread: Slytherin green with silver accents.
Am I in that room…again? Hurriedly Hermione looked down. To her relief, she still wore her crimson dress.
Just at this moment the door opened and Lucius Malfoy came in.
"Good night, Miss Granger." drawled Lucius.
Night? How long have I been here.?
Lucius seemed to know her thoughts. "Just twelve at midnight. Miss Granger, I still have time to finish what I left undone last time."
His words clenched Hermione's heart painfully."How…how did I get here? Did you somehow manage to transport me here?"
Lucius smiled smugly: "The necklace, Miss Granger. Do you know what a necklace symbolizes in magic?"
"I…don't know…and I don't want to know!" Hermione yelled uncomfortably.
"A necklace is a chain, and a chain … means permanent possession. This magical necklace symbolizes that you belong to me. You are my property, and as your master, I can summon you any time I like with just a flick of my wand."
A cold sliver ran down Hermione's back, making her feel dreadful with putrid foreboding. She had no wand on her to defend herself, and all her strength had been drained off. There was no way for her to fight him.
Lucius took off his gloves casually and put them on a nearby armchair. Then he put his hands behind his head and untied his black velvet bow, letting his long, moonlight colored silvery hair fall down his back in luscious waves. He moved to Hermione and bent down. His silky, long hair slid over his shoulders, framing his face like a curtain, separating the outside world from the two of them. In this blond small world Lucius sneered at her, and reached a hand out towards her hair.
Hermione expected him to clench her hair painfully, but instead found Lucius Malfoy leisurely pulling out her hair pins, one by one, untie her ribbons patiently, and let her lustrous brown hair cascade on the emerald silk pillow. His silky hair brushed Hermione's cheeks and made her breath stop in her throat.
"What … what you are doing?" Lucius's fingers began to unbutton her dress, exposing her perfect skin inch by inch.
"As I mentioned last time, I am exacting my revenge." Lucius began to work on her bra and knickers, leaving her naked. Afterwards he took the same night slip as last time, and slowly changed Hermione into it. "And I don't care."
Hermione felt sick. This was the same night slip he had dressed her in the last time she was here. The time when he had … The memories were too painful for Hermione, and she tried to stop the flood of impressions from searing through her mind. The night slip was a symbol of taken. Taken by him. stripped of her dignity, her virtue, and marred by pain and hopelessness.
In her night slip she was no longer naked, but that didn't help her. The very garment itself represented her torture, and before a Lucius Malfoy dressed in layers of luxurious robes she felt very exposed and vulnerable.
"Why … why did you dress me again in this?"
"Your blood tainted it. My house elves cannot get the blood out."
Hermione looked down at the night slip: on the bottom of the front hem she saw was a light purple stain, formed like a little flower.
Lucius stiffened, and began to remove his robe, shirt and trousers. He folded his clothes one by one neatly and patiently, and then turned toward her.
"You are mine, Miss Granger, Hermione."
Lucius looked even more intimidating in the nude than dressed in his elegant robes. There was something about his naked body that exuded raw power and strength. There were no robes anymore hiding his impressively muscular, lithe, sinewy form. He walked to Hermione and slowly crawled on top of her.
"You owe me two lives and simply killing you is not enough. I will keep you alive, Hermione, just barely alive. When I'm finished with you, you will hope that I'll allow you to die. I will break you, tear you apart, and make sure you can never put yourself back together again. So delicious, isn't it? I will humiliate you." He traced her lips with a cold, pale finger.
"Stop. Stop it!" Hermione couldn't help shaking badly, when Lucius' much larger form covered her completely, and made her breath come out in spasms.
'Would you have stopped had my Draco asked you?" Lucius bent down and inhaled deeply. She smelt like orchid…
Hermione forced herself to laugh out loudly.
"Is that what you are thinking, Mr. Malfoy?" she laughed poisonously, "It seems you really did not know you son very well! Would you really prefer your son, a 'noble' Malfoy, to beg his enemy for his life? May I tell you that your son never begged me before he died, though his was not a heroic death.
But I believe your son was a far better person than you, Mr. Malfoy! At least he wasn't a coward like his father who does everhthing to save his skin! Nor was he like his godfather, your best friend Snape! Severus is also a coward like you…"
Hermione couldn't finish her sentence, as Lucius' fingers pinched her nipples painfully, and made her shriek. Lucius cupped her breasts and laughed suddenly:
"You are still too young, my little mudblood, my delicious Hermione." the last word nearly as light as a lover's whisper. "As your superior in every way, I need to tell you this: First, never comment on something you no nothing about; second, I never have been and never will be a coward; third, you call me a coward, well then, let's see what this coward can do to you."
Lucius bent his head down to her neck and bit it hard, drawing blood, then licking the wound on Hermione's neck lazily. Hermione gasped in pain: not just his tongue could bite her! Then Lucius straddled himself on top of Hermione's body, and removed her night slip with excruciatingly slow movements.
"I love seeing you dressed in this night slip. As if darkness can swallow you in a moment. But what I love even more is … taking it off."
He appreciated her perfect skin: "You are so beautiful … no, perfect, even after I have taken you. As if you have been designed only for this one purpose: for me to take my revenge. It will make the act even more … enjoyable. I usually never sully myself with Mudbloods, but you are worth it, are you not?"
He ran his fingers all over her body to feel the delicate curves, the same way as Hermione would do to explore precious leather furniture. He leaned down and pressed his lips on her smooth skin. Feather-like kisses ghosted over Hermione's throat, her neck, collarbone, breasts, and her belly, making her body shiver with excitement.
Hermione felt a heat radiating from his lips, scorching through her skin, and spreading all throughout her system. Although her pain made her feel alive, now Hermione felt a different kind of fire traveling underneath her skin, making her light-headed. His kisses were like fuel which gradually burnt her shell into ashes, and her blood into wetness flowing down her thighs. It didn't feel good for her thighs to be so sticky, and unconsciously Hermione opened her legs a little.
Her inner rational voice shouted: "No! Don't let him win! It's so wrong and he will destroy you! Don't give in to him!" Confused by the conflict between her mind and body, Hermione desperately tried to turn away from him, but was stuck underneath his much larger and heavy body. She turned her head and buried her face into the pillow. She tried so hard to suppress her body's reaction that her nails clenched into her palm and drew blood.
Lucius smirked at the girl under him, who was in the control of a strange lust and entirely helpless. She was so innocent, not knowing the power of lust.
"Open your eyes, my little mudblood. You cannot escape this." He opened her legs wider with his knees. He wedged himself between them, and put one finger on her sensitive bud, letting her juices flow.
Hermione gasped slightly when she felt a smooth finger lazily encircling her mound, and then sliding into her soft flesh. She felt like she was in a small boat on a boisterous grey ocean, and his fingers send waves over the sea. It felt so thrilling falling down from the peak of the wave, and flying right through the air. But it was dangerous at the same time. You might end up falling into the water and drowning in the bottomless pit of the ocean. Hermione grasped her boat which was her mind tightly and managed to keep it from sinking.
Sweat pearls formed on her forehead. A wine-colored shade flushed over her cheeks, making her look intoxicating. Her full, red lips parted lightly, and her breathing became shallow. Her eyes were covered with a mist of lust, and glinted in the candlelight.
Lucius smirked, added a second finger in her hot core, and watched Hermione's breath becoming faster, and more labored.
"You're enjoying this, don't you?"
Hermione' breath became shallow. She tried burying her face deeper into the pillow.
"Your body is betraying you."
Hermione's breath became ragged. But she managed to shake her head.
"Don't deny it, girl. Now scream my name. Scream my name, and admit to the world who is giving you such pleasure!"
Hermione felt so desperate. Her body's reaction was so strong and she wasn't sure if she could control it. Wave after wave washed along under her boat, but she managed to hold on to it.
"Scream my name like a good girl."
A big wave came to her but she was still on to her boat.
"Scream my name and I will reward you."
Another big wave crept up to her, shattering through her, and causing her to loosen the iron grip on her boat she was trying to maintain. It felt as if she was finally falling out, and she readied herself for the inevitable drowning in Lucius' rough ocean. But thank goodness, she still felt the boat around her. She had not fallen out. She was still very much sitting right in it!
"Scream my name! Scream 'Lucius'! Scream!"
Hermione managed to cling to her boat with all her strength. A bigger wave came to her and threatened to swallow her.
A voice came out and Hermione believed it was her own voice.
"Hermione … Hermione Granger … Hermione Jane Granger …"
Lucius stopped to study Hermione's face.
"I didn't know you were so narcissistic." He chuckled huskily.
"Not narcissistic … just remind me …"She whispered between gasps, her chest flowed up and down.
"Remind you of what?" he looked into Hermione's eyes.
The mist of lust in Hermione's eyes faded suddenly. Deep in her brown eyes there was a clear spring.
"I'm just… Hermione Jane Granger, not a toy … Lucius Malfoy can play, taunt and break!"
Hermione felt Lucius stifening. She lay still under him silently. The ocean suddenly became placid. Under the surface great vortexes were forming.
They entwined together in silence for a long, long moment. Hermione could clearly hear her heartbeat. She could also hear the other heart beating in its master's rib cage wildly: bang, bang, bang.
Then in the next moment Hermione felt Lucius's lips pressed on hers and…
"Oooooow!" The biggest wave of all swallowed her boat and threw Hermione into the cold seawater. The ocean played her, pushed her onto the top of waves and threw her down relentlessly. She dropped into the wave's hollow and was pushed up again. Hermione could feel nothing but at the same she felt everything: everything about him! His eyes, his hand, his mouth on her breasts and his… he hurt her! He didn't lie: he was a master of causing pain. She felt him thrust into her roughly, and stretching her beyond her limit. She felt her blood trickling onto the soft bedsheets.
She lifted her arms and wanted to beat him. But instead she found her arms wrapped around his broad back and scratching it.
In severe pain her mouth found Lucius' shoulder and bit down hard…
He didn't stop. Instead he assaulted her body harder.
"Now know my power, girl!" he growled, his mouth sucking her breast, his one hand gripping her hip, the other roamed around her body, bruising her skin mercilessly.
Hermione whimpered. He was so huge! He thrust into her so deep that she felt he would pierce her. But at the same time she felt the burning sensation again: it almost felt pleasurable! No, it was pleasure. She felt him hitting hard at the spots she hadn't even known existed. These spots exploded in ecstasy, and intense waves of pleasure washed all over her again and again. It was so insufferable, and Hermione moaned louder and louder. But she didn't know whether she was moaning from being in pain, or for the pleasure which was sugar-coating the pain.
The pain was so unbearable, but maybe she was able to adjust to it and love it.
She felt so light, as if she floated in the air. But she was still very much located right here on earth, at least her body. Her soul floated airily while her body was pressed heavily into the mattress by Lucius' exhausting but also delicious weight.
"Now I think you can shoult my name, my girl…"
Who is speaking? What does he mean?
"Call out my name 'Lucius', my dear Hermione."
Lucius? What does it mean? Whose name it is? And who is Hermione?
"Call out my name, 'Lucius'!"
In a split second she knew: it had no meaning. Just say it then.
"Lucius?" she whispered.
"Good. Louder…"
"Lucius?" she half-shouted.
"Louder…"
"Lucius!" she screamed.
"All right. Just like this. Keep screaming it. Louder!"
"Lucius, Lucius, Lucius… …"
Wave after wave came to her and swallowed her entirely. Hermione forgot who she was, who the man on her was. She didn't know how to escape the pain, didn't know how to think. She even didn't know what to say. Because of pain or pleasure, like someone drowning caught a straw, Hermione could only cling to the body on top of her for dear life, and scream the only word now she knew again and again…
"Lucius!"
Hermione's body fell back down onto the earth hard and broke into a thousand pieces, when at that same time the rational Hermione awoke.
She found herself underneath a strong man. That man in question was panting and moving inside her. Their sweaty bodies sticking to each other. She heard the man say something but didn't understand it.
Suddenly her senses came back to her, and she remembered what Lucius Malfoy had done to her.
I…I let him take me… I…I didn't fight him. I…I held onto him and screamed his name. I did as he said.
You are too weak to fight him.
But…That's not an excuse! I should be stronger and I…I even enjoyed it!
A single tear dropped down and ran to her neck.
I let him defeat me. I let him dominate me. I let him possess me…Now he can really humiliate me and I…I'm his.
Hermione felt something hot and wet enter her. Lucius collapsed on top of her, drew out, and fell onto the space beside her. She felt him extending an arm to her.
Hermione found her voice. It said:
"You win. Now kill me."
Lucius felt exhausted. Complete exhaustion from tiredness, pleasure, triumph and…possession.
Who could have known her mudblood body could fit his so perfectly? Her skin was soft as petals. She smelt like orchids--fresh and elegant--with a light smell of blood. From then on Lucius could never separate the smell of orchid and blood: they were only hers. There was nothing that could make Lucius Malfoy feel more superior than watching such a heart-strong girl beg him after desperate fighting. For him her "Lucius" was music and it turned him on. When he entered her he felt him completely fill her. An ultimate possession. As if her little body was his completely.
She was his. Now he was the only man who could destroy her or…save her, if he liked.
Slowly he withdrew from her and lay beside her.
He extended an arm to her. He didn't know what he wanted to do. Pulling her nearer or pushing her onto the floor? What should he do to such a girl, his enemy who just now brought such bliss for him?
Just then he heard her voice:
"You win, Now kill me."
Her voice was blank. Blank as a ground covered with thick snow, and everything you could see was blank.
He turned to see her face. Although tears were still on her cheeks, her face was devout of emotion.
Neither ashamed, bitter nor excited, or pleased. Not any expression he had expected.
Just blank. Her face glowed in the candlelight, but she looked dead. The light from the candle reflected in her eyes, but there was no fire. Blank. Empty. Dead.
Lucius raised an eyebrow. He still hated her. But he said he would keep her alive, especially after what they had just done. And if she really wanted to die, he would certainly not oblige her. Some time ago he had wanted to kill her, but no longer felt any urge for it, especially not if she was asking him to.
He abandoned her body and dressed himself, but Hermione did not watch his actions, never looking at him. At last he stepped out of the room and left her alone.
A fireplace was in the corner. She knew what to do.
Hermione saw him dress himself. His ritual was measured and composed. As if nothing had happened.
She heard the door being opened, then slammed shut. Now she lay on the bed, still. But her mind began to run rapidly. Everything since the end of the war came back to her, flashing vividly right in front of her eyes.
The death of her friends.
The death of her parents.
Ginny's coma.
Her loneliness.
Being taken.
Ginny's waking, her second hope.
Her conversation with Dumbledore.
And now she becoming his.
These conflicting memories, bitter, mirthless, or comfortable, poured into her in a split second. Hermione felt miserable and utterly desperate. These memories ate her soul and left a void. Hermione thought tears would pour from that void. But all she felt was dull pain and numbness.
That moment then Hermione realized that one had no tears when being beyond agony.
Lying in silence for a long time, Hermione didn't recover from her agony. Instead, her determination to die just intensified. Distantly she wondered why Lucius Malfoy had not killed her. Then she remembered his words: he wanted her ashamed to die.
Did he want me to kill myself? All right…
Hermione's feet found the way to the bathroom. She entered the shower and began to bathe herself carefully.
When warm water was rushing all over her body from the above showerhead, Hermione relished in the relaxing feeling, and quieted down. The water cleansed her, and her usually always busy mind became calm and clear. She did not regret her earlier decision to commit suicide. Somehow, since the war, she subconsciously had just been waiting for the right moment. After all that she had lost the suffering was too much now, and she was too lonely.
And Lucius Malfoy had just taken her twice. The first time had pushed her nearly over the edge, if Ginny had not been there. Hermione thought she might have killed herself already earlier, had it not been for Ginny needing her.
But this time…she really didn't want her life to continue. Ginny didn't need her anymore. Ginny couldn't even recognize her. Ginny would not be sad for her death. Hermione felt at ease knowing there was nobody who needed her. Nobody would be hurt by her suicide. It would not matter to anybody.
In other words, in the living world Hermione had no concern or responsibility. There was nobody for her to live for, and she did not even want to live for her own self anymore.
Hermione dried herself with a towel. She didn't care if the towel belonged to him. Actually now she did care for nothing but her cleanliness. She wanted a clean death, wanted to be clean for her leaving the world.
She used a hair-dryer, and put on her crimson dress. It was a pity that her dress was damp. But Hermione felt the dress perfectly fit the occasion: crimson, the color of blood.
Gathering her hair-pins and ribbons, with a silver comb encased with emeralds she tied her hair into a graceful bun.
Finding a razor with gold handle, she carefully slit open her left wrist with it. Afraid it was not enough, she added another cut. Crimson blood started to flow out of her wounds.
Gradually blood drained her of her strength and body heat. Hermione felt so fatigued, and cold. She just wanted a good sleep.
The marble floor in the bathroom was too cold. But by no means would she go back into his bedroom and lie on his bed.
So she just let herself fall onto the soft bathroom rug that covered the cold tile floor.
Lucius glanced at his watch impatiently. It had been a good hour since he left his bedroom and now he wanted to go back. He didn't know if Hermione had left. At her last visit, she had taken a shower when he was done with her, so he allowed her some time for her ablutions. But one hour should be enough.
He opened the door and smelt a strong scent of blood with light orchid aroma. Alert he ran into the bedroom, searching for Hermione, but she was nowhere around. Then he entered the bathroom. Looking down he saw a small pool of blood and a rug with blood. On the rug lay Hermione. She had deep wounds on her left wrist with crimson blood gushing out, but her lips were carrying a small smile.
For a moment Lucius stood in utter shock. Then he ran to her and bent down. He healed her wounds with magic, but she had already lost a lot of blood. He raised his wand and summoned the First Aid Kit from the bathroom cabinet. He took the Blood Supplement Potion out, and poured the whole content of the purple vial down her throat. He felt confused and angry.
How dared she trying to die in his house? And why did she think she had nothing to live for anymore?
After he found out how Hermione had dealt with Delores Umbridge at Hogwarts in her 5th year, Lucius had always thought this girl to be highly cunning and quick-witted, just like a Slytherin. But now he realized the girl was really a foolish Gryffindor who valued dignity and ethic more than life.
And…how dared she try to die after what they had just done? After the pleasure the two of them had just shared? No, Lucius no longer wanted death for her, so she had to live, anyhow and any way.
He watched Hermione's face becoming slightly pinker, and knew she was coming around, back to life. Using the necklace he had given her, he sent her back home.
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