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An insult along with a compliment, thanks Anne. I am not forcing you to read this story, that is your choice, whether you read it or don't read it. I am not demanding reviews, my dear, because I would write chapters anyway. I ask for reviews because I want to see what my readers understand, what they feel, and how they see my story. Is that pathetic? If so, perhaps you need to read the definition of "pathetic". I do not want to waste my reader's time with boring or useless chapters, and I sure do not want to waste my time either. As for "acting like a petulant child", I believe the only child here is you. The reviews my readers send me mean the world to me and I love each and everyone of them who encourage me to do better, write more and ones who also keep me going. If that is "acting like a petulant child" and being "rude and pathetic"... then clearly you, my dear, have judged me without using your mind. I am not demanding reviews, and if that is what you believe, then well, that is your own problem and I can do nothing to dissuade you from that. Perhaps you should learn how to state your problem in a polite and professional manner, because the only child here is you Anne.

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Chapter Twenty-One

The room was pitch black. Not even a glimer of light was aviliable. Hermione gasped, and instinctively grabbed a hold of Lucius. Angry voices could be heard along with shouts and curses and laughter. Lucius too grabbed a hold of Hermione, pushing her closer to him. His heart was thundering inside of his chest as fear clawed up his throat.

"Shh. . . Don't make any noise!" Lucius whispered heatedly. Hermione nodded, for she was too scared to make any sort of noise. Her hands clutched Lucius's back, her fingers clawing his coat.

For the first time in his life, Lucius hoped that the choas outside was not being caused by death eaters. He began to reach for his wand when a very loud and unmistakeable scream of Mrs. Weasley filled the air.

"Fred! George! You both are bloody idiots!" The laugher increased and so did Mrs. Weasley's curses.

Lucius visibly relaxed. It was just those two fools playing tricks again. They can't even behave during their own brother's wedding, Lucius thought acidly.

"Did. . . Did what I think just happen, happen?" Hermione asked, pulling away to look at Lucius. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness a little bit, and she could see the murderous glow in Lucius's eyes. Hermione frowned. Why did he look so worried?

"Those two imbeciles!" Lucius hissed, furious with those two boys.

Hermione looked away, hoping to control her own heart beat. She needed to get away from Lucius, and all the emotions she was currently feeling. Hermione didn't know if she could trust him, especially since she knew he was a born liar and manipulator. No, she decided, trusting Lucius Malfoy was dangerous. Not just to her well being, but emotionally to her mind and heart as well. It wasn't just about the lustful emotions he evoked in her, but it was also about a deeper connection Hermione felt when she was around him.

She could sense him, literally feel his presense before he entered a room, and when he did enter the room, Hermione was drawn to him. It took physical effort not to stare at him when they were in the same room, and it took a toll on her. Hermione didn't know what Lucius felt for her (besides his obvious desire for her) and she was afraid of finding out. Her mother had always warned her about men like Lucius, and how they could use pretty words to capture a woman's heart and then leave her after they got what they wanted from her. Hermione had all but laughed when her mother had told her that. She knew that no such man would be attracted to her, least of powerful men who made her dizzy with desire and long for love.

However, it appeared that her mother had been correct; Hermione had managed to find a man who made her crazy with lust and all she wanted was to be loved by him. . .

That thought made Hermione jerk away in shock. Surely she had not meant that! She did not want to be loved by Lucius Malfoy! The thought was ridiculous and impossible.

It is only impossible because you have managed to fall in love with him.

Hermione froze. Of course she did not love him. That was crazy. She knew nothing about the man! Hell, she didn't even know what his favorite color was, or his favorite food, or his favorite book for Merlin's sake! Hermione refused to believe it. There was only lust between them, nothing else. Hermione knew better than to confuse love and lust.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you will excuse me, I have to leave," Hermione whispered.

What was it about dark rooms that made people whisper? Lucius thought, a little amused.

"We have not finished discussing-"

"There is nothing to discuss! You don't. . . You do not like me. There is nothing between us except for this. . . This lust which will diminish the moment you find someone else, and. . . and. . ."

Lucius watched Hermione struggle with words as she kept her eyes lowered. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he could see her every emotion playing upon her face. Surprisingly, he felt no anger towards her for indirectly calling him a liar or refusing to believe him. He wanted to tell her that the lust between them would not diminish. Merlin knew he had tried thinking about other women, and failed. He wanted Hermione, mind, body and soul.

"And what else?" he whispered, bringing his face closer to Hermione's. She turned away, hoping he didn't see the tears in her eyes. Lucius inhaled her scent, and was instantly hard. Hermione brought up her hands and tried to push him away, but it was like moving a mountain.

"Mr. Malfoy-"

"Lucius. . ."

"No! I refuse to call you by your given name. . ."

"Why is that Hermione?" Lucius breathed, his lips upon her soft cheeks. His hands gentely cupped her jaw while his thumbs rubbed small circles along her face.

Hermione's breathing caught and she hated herself and him for doing this to her. Did the man not understand that he was making it difficult for her to be logical? She wanted him, but not just for a bloody shag. Hermione wanted Lucius to be her's and her's alone and that it self was dangerous because she knew he could never love her.

"I'm still waiting for my answer, little one," Lucius breathed, his hot breath sending shivers down Hermione's body. She clutched at his shoulders, and didn't know is she should pull away or push herself into him. Her mind was screaming "NO" while her body and heart were screaming "YES! YES!" Her subconsious had fainted once again and Hermione's wanton side was doing cartwheels.

Lucius kissed along her cheek's to her temple and back to her jaw line, biting her softly until Hermione gasped. Heat pooled low in her abdomen and gathered deep between her legs. Her nipples were hard and straining against her bra, begging for attention. Her breasts too, felt tender and full.

"I. . . I can't. . . Luc. . . Mr Malfoy, you've got to stop this, please!" Hermione begged. She was a mess. Her mind and body were waging a war within her to push him away versus give into him and sadly, her body was winning.

"That's it, little one. Say my name, Hermione!"

Hermione shook her head, and felt him smile against her. Lucius kissed her corners of her mouth, and felt her hands tighten on his shoulders. Bloody hell, he wanted her, right then and now. He felt close to bursting, which had never happened to him, not even as a teenager.

"Hermione, I want you, and little one, I know you want me too, don't even deny it."

"No, you're wrong. I don't want you!" Hermione cried out. Lucius smirked against her.

"You do, little one, you do."

Hermione opened her eyes, glaring at him.

"Prove it!" she hissed. Lucius blinked, then smiled widely. Hermione was struck dumb at how handsome he looked when he smiled.

"With pleasure," he murmured. Hermione's eyes widened. Before she could react, his mouth decended upon her's in the most tender kiss she had ever recieved. His lips were oh so soft, a perfect contrast to his harsher planes and harder body. Lucius didn't pressure her, rather, he coaxed her into welcoming him. He sucked on her top lip and bit her bottom lip and soothed it with his tongue. His hands cupped her head and he didn't try to press himself on top of her. Hermione was the one who managed to push herself closer to him, an open invitation in her desire hazed state, but even then, Lucius held back.

Hermione realized that he was trying to be gentle with her and not scare her off. She moaned, and gave in, allowing her hands to wander freely over his wide, and powerful shoulders. Hermione smoothed her hands over his muscular arms, loving the feel of it under her fingers.

Lucius's hand wandered down her neck, her throat and hovered above Hermione's right breast. With a shock, Hermione realized he was asking for permission. A warm and tender feeling spread throughout her heart and Hermione pushed herself him, offering her breast to him as permission granted. Lucius all but groaned. Merlin, she was so passionate that it hurt to hold himself back. Gently, he took her breast in his hand, and marvled at her beauty. She was perfect. He kneeded her breast and watched though hooded eyes as Hermione's eyes flew open. She pulled back, breaking their kiss as her mouth formed a small O shape. Lucius moaned, brushing her lips with his.

"Do you like this Hermione, hmm?" he asked. Hermione nodded and pushed her thighs closer. Her panties were embrassingly wet but the movement did not go unnoticed by Lucius. He chuckled softly at her attempt to hide herself from him.

"I believed that I have proved that this 'lust' is mutual, hmm, little one?"

Hermione felt like someone had dumped cold water on her. This was why he had done this, just to prove himself to her. Angrily, Hermione pushed him away from her and finally, Lucius actually moved. That was due to his surprise, but Hermione didn't care.

"It's always about proving yourself isn't it? Fine, you proved yourself! Are you happy now? You are just like every other goddamned male out there! You don't care about me, at all and this. . . This act you put on was just to prove to me and yourself that you're always correct and I am sick of it!"

"Hermione, no, you're mistaken-"

"Stop it, please! Why me? Why do you always pick me to end up hurting?! I never did anything to you!" Hermione cried. Lucius tried to move to console her, to tell her that she was wrong, but Hermione spun away, and ran out the door.

Damnit! Lucius caught the door before it opened, but it was too late. She fled up the stairs and into her room, where he heard the door slam. Turning around, Lucius let out a foul curse and slammed his palm into the library door, resting against it. He closed his eyes, only to be haunted by Hermione's tears and cry of anguish. Clenching his fist, he inhaled deeply.

Screw the plan, and screw this bloody war and scew Voldemort! Lucius thought. He had a more personal battle to win, and no matter what it cost him, he would win over Hermione, her heart, and her sould, even if it killed him. She was his, and the world be damned, Lucius planned to show Hermione that she had nothing to fear from him and he would never use her and throw her away like a whore.

Hermione Granger was not a whore. She was a brilliant witch, with a fiery yet gentle soul and she was the most kind hearted, loving and beautiful woman Lucius had ever met. She made him feel emotions he had no business feeling and he decided then and there, Hermione would be his, and no one would ever touch her, or claim her except for him.

She is mine!

AN: Happy Thanksgiving loves! Here is my treat for all of you! I love you all and your wonderful reviews so much! R&R and have a wonderful thanksgiving. Remember to be thankful and greatful.

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