Well apologies for long delay between chapters, the current situation and some personal circumstances haven't really been conducive to writing, but I will update I promise.

Thank you for your lovely reviews, follows and favourites on the previous chapter and I hope this one gives you a bit of a distraction...and don't get grumpy with me...you'll see why. As always apologies for any errors etc etc etc. Enjoy ...

Just as a small part of Hermione sensed that Lucius Malfoy knew more about what she did for a living than he should, another small part of her had never been a hundred percent convinced that this particular leopard had completely changed his spots, cliché or no cliché. To believe that a bigoted, Pureblood supremacist like Lucius Malfoy, a wizard with such dark powers and of course a former Death Eater could do a complete 180 degree turn, simply become a respectable and honest businessman was a stretch off anyone's imagination, no matter how much you wanted to believe it was true. However, the part of her which had so wanted to believe was quite possibly the reason why Hermione found herself in her current predicament. More clichés, mixing business with pleasure, those pros and cons, allowing her judgement to be clouded, all of these things had allowed the once brightest witch of her age and one of Ralph Messervy's best Unspeakables to be caught snooping, to be caught period, but as her mother used to say "hindsight was a wonderful thing". It was however also all of the aforementioned which allowed her, in her current circumstances to flirt with that bigoted Pureblood and contemplate the course of action she was taking. Those and that infuriatingly intoxicating scent of his…

There was a peculiar look on Lucius' pale face, a mixture of shock and amusement, there was even a hint of admiration twinkling in his expressive eyes. To apparate as she had done, was no mean feat, some might say nigh on impossible, even for a witch of Hermione's considerable talents. She herself was more than a little surprised, not to mention relieved that it had worked. As well as her skilful magical ability, the now entirely focused Unspeakable was also playing mind games with this Darkest of wizards, apparating them back to his room, just as he had done on the previous occasions, not to her own. To a place where he would feel safe and unthreatened, by making him feel comfortable, there was more of a chance he would trust her, maybe even let his guard down just a little, but just enough.

He raised a questioning dark blonde brow at the young woman before him, allowing the image of her shimmering gown puddled around her feet to flood his brain once more. His body stirred excitedly at the prospect, perhaps his intentions and advances would not be so unwelcome after all.

The Unspeakable's anger at being duped, at being tied up, and at being caught, bubbled hotly under the surface, but it was Hermione's memories of the pleasure she had enjoyed in this room which rose well above the surface, bubbled just as hotly, if not hotter and took purposeful control of the situation, that indignant sensuality glistening brightly in her eyes.

"You said you were looking forward to dealing with me Lucius." She said forthrightly, unperturbed even.

Her body brushed enticingly against his, he couldn't hide his reaction and Hermione smiled inwardly.

"Condemned Muggles are granted a last meal, sometimes even a last request, something they enjoy. I am really not hungry but…"

She shrugged her shoulders; the action causing her breasts to rise and fall against him.

"As it appears for some inexplicable reason I am a condemned witch and that clearly your spots remain very much as they were." She maintained the pretext of not knowing what was going on, allowing a modicum of annoyance to filter into her words, just to keep up appearances.

"I take it there's nothing stopping me enjoying you one last time or would that perhaps take the fun out of dealing with me?"

Hermione threw the words away, as if she was totally resigned to her inevitable yet still unexplained fate and as if there was nothing better on offer, he would suffice for enjoyment. Throwing herself at him, without question or the merest hint of anger, would only arouse suspicion, not him.

His lustful pale eyes drifted over her flushed face, following her soft skin as it drifted beneath that shimmering silken fabric. A wicked glint flickered in their depths, a smile like he were about to devour something mouth wateringly good, curved his mouth.

"Hmm" It was both a contemplative and appreciative sound which escaped from his lips.

"My dear Hermione, nothing could ever take the fun out of either my enjoying you or vice versa. I must however take a few precautions. You do understand?"

Hermione knew their conversation hadn't gone back to safe sex, and that the Dark Wizard was of course going to take a few safeguards against her escaping or at least trying to.

"But of course Lucius, I would expect nothing less."

She left another of those deliberate pauses between her words, allowing just enough sensuality to creep in.

"I won't even object to you keeping me tied up. I am sure I can think of an alternative…" She licked her lips provocatively.

Not for a second did he loose eye contact with her, as he raised his cane slightly, twisting it around deftly between his fingers and muttering a few well practised words. Presumably there were already protective charms and wards about his room, he was simply activating them. Previously a locked door would have sufficed but not now, a blue haze around the door and windows confirmed their presence.

He rested on the serpent head of his cane, the silver glinting between his fingers, his gaze remaining firmly fixed on the young woman before him. Lucius was not just surprised but also enthralled by her reaction, or the fact that she didn't object to him keeping her tied up, it was something he hadn't indulged in before. Narcissa was very strait laced when it came to the physical side of the marriage, the fantasies he'd had remained firmly in his head, until now that was. Whilst he was enthralled by her not objecting to remaining tied up, his body was excited by something else…the alternative.

He leaned forward, the action causing his mane of blonde hair to tumble forward, Hermione found herself inhaling deeply once more and savouring that quintessentially 'him' scent that she was now so familiar with, the situation doing nothing to dull the effects it had on her. His face was a few centimetres from her own as he spoke.

"So tell me my dear, I am intrigued".

This time it was a slim perfectly plucked eyebrow which rose in in questioning response to his words.

"Have you thought of one… an alternative that is?"

Hermione smiled inwardly, yes, the fly was well and truly in the spider's parlour, but the problem now was how in Merlin's name did the spider get out? She really would just have to be patient, bide her time until an opportunity presented itself. The man might not have changed his spots, might be working with the Ministry's most wanted Dark Wizard and might have her tied up, but despite all of that she couldn't deny how much she'd enjoyed him sexually.

Might! Might! Might! Part of her brain screamed in disbelief. He clearly hadn't changed at all, he was working with Julius Nihil, and he did have her tied up. Yes! Yes! Yes! The other part of her brain placated, but to achieve her aim now, she had to put that to one side and just compartmentalise, focus on just how much she'd enjoyed him.

"Oh Lucius" Her laughter was wickedly teasing so as not to offend him.

"I really don't have to think at all." Her tongue moved slowly across the seam of her lips and she offered him an equally teasing smile.

"I presume the wards prevent me from using any magic of my own?"

Lucius gave her a look, one which confirmed her presumption was indeed correct and Hermione silently congratulated herself, interrogation was so easy when it was masked behind something else.

"Then perhaps you'd do something for me?" She asked bringing her tethered hands up.

An instant flicker of disappointment crossed his face, clearly thinking she'd changed her mind and was going to be very boring and ask him to release her. Hermione caught a lock of his silky hair between her fingers, tugging it playfully, before allowing it to slip from her grasp before recapturing it and pushing it back over his shoulder.

"This morning, your hair was tied back."

She brushed the side of his neck with the back of her tethered hands.

"With a thin strand of ribbon."

Lucius nodded at her very precise recollection; curiosity now settled on his face.

"It was ridiculously sexy and if my hands were free, I would enjoy tying it back again myself, but as they aren't."

A slow smile curved his sensual mouth, knowing what she was asking, his gaze briefly left her to look at the nightstand next to his bed.

"Accio ribbon." He said quietly and the small strand of dark ribbon flew across the room.

Its trajectory was intercepted by Hermione, caught like his hair had been, between her fingers. She held it up to him.

"Without magic." She said firmly, waiting for his conformity before allowing him to take the ribbon from her grasp.

There might not be any point in trying to escape, free herself from her restraints or Lucius come to that right now, but these little gestures and her acceptance of the situation would allow Lucius to believe her compliance, would gain that trust.

She watched as he slowly raised his arms and slid the thin strand of dark ribbon beneath his hair, the action pushing his chest forward, it allowed Hermione to take full advantage. The hands that had been all but caressing his neck, moved over his smart tailoring, toying with the buttons on his jacket as they went.

Lucius continued with his own assigned task, taking a slow shallow breath to steady the reaction his body was already having to even the most innocuous contact.

Hermione made no effort to free the small fastenings, she simply traced each one absently before moving on to the next, that was until she reached his waist. The jacket on the dress robes he wore was quite long, the straight jacket ending mid-thigh.

Lucius tightened the ribbon sharply around his hair as the first button, slightly below his waist slid from its hole, the last one being freed as he secured it in small secure bow at the nape of his neck, just as it had been earlier in the day. His arms remained raised as Hermione's hands moved deftly beneath the woollen material of his now partially open jacket, two fingers managing to hook themselves over the waistband of the matching trousers. She pulled him forward ever so slightly, this time his intake of breath was far more discernible, his arms dropping to his sides.

Those lustful palest blue eyes once more met Hermione's twinkling challenging brown.

"Perfect." She whispered against his slightly parted lips, as if this was a completely normal situation.

Her bunched fingers rested against his groin and she flexed them tantalisingly, watching intently as his black pupils widened amidst the pale irises. Manoeuvring both her hands and her fingers Hermione managed to undo the fastening on the waistband of his trousers, the two hooks slipping as willingly from their bars as the falling zipper did as she tugged at it awkwardly, there was no denying the obvious enjoyment the clumsy contact her tied hands were having on his body. The jaggedness of her cack-handed movement causing his trousers to drop onto his hips, well that wasn't such a bad thing, once again there was no silk or expensive cotton beneath his outer clothing, just an enticing smattering of dark blonde hair. That would make this part of her mission much easier in more ways than one…

For his part, clearly he had no intention whatsoever of aiding or abetting her in her quest. Something she would definitely make him pay for. This time Hermione made no bones with her awkward movements, thanks to him and an Incarcerous conjuration, her hands were tied, he would have to accept the consequences that this was not going to be as smooth and easy as it might have been. With the zipper now fully lowered the only thing keeping his trousers up was his hips and a certain amount of gravity. Hermione pulled gently at the left side, so the material slid from one hip, repeating the action at the right, the expensive wool slid from their anchorage, the trousers stopping at his knees. Hermione could picture him in her head but her eyeline did not follow the path of his falling pants. She smiled teasingly at him and returned her attention to the remaining buttons on his jacket, purposely avoiding his freed erection as she did so. Working her way back up to his neck, Hermione slowly and painstakingly released each fastening from its neatly stitched hole until the jacket was completely undone, then in the same way as she had the trousers, she pushed it carefully from each shoulder, even without any aid from its owner it glided easily over the silky cotton shirt he wore and dropped onto the floor with a gentle rustle.

It was supposed to be a puddle of red and white at his feet Lucius thought, she was meant to be the one naked, restrained and him doing the…

"Ohmmm" The incoherent word fell from his lips, forgetting about puddles of any colour, every thought and nerve now just focused on what she was doing to him.

Hermione had dropped to the floor along with his discarded jacket. Her knees thankfully sunk into the softness of the plush rug that covered a good part of the wooden floor in his room. There was something very seedy about the aesthetics of the situation whilst at the same time being incredibly erotic. The formidable Dark Wizard Lucius Malfoy, standing tall and noble, but stripped in such a way, his trousers at half-mast about his knees, his shirt hanging around his hard aroused body. A body which was still every bit as powerful, in fact a body which seemed more potent than ever as his hard flesh stood rigid and proud. His skin was deliciously warm, even slightly clammy to the touch, as gaining a comfortable position Hermione trailed her fingers along that impressive length of his. Her mouth mere millimetres from him she blew on his hot skin, his cock jerking at the sensation of her tantalisingly cool breath, another incoherent sound of pleasure emanated from deep within him. Hermione increased the pressure of her fingers as best she could, her fingers moving deftly along his shaft, from the balls at his body to the ridge at the swollen tip which was but a tongue's length away. She leaned closer removing that tongue's length from between them, licking the head like it was some sweet confectionary.

"Hmm" The sound came from her own lips and her tongue swept over his taut skin.

"You taste surprisingly good" She said her as her fingers continued to dance along his hard flesh.

Her quiet tones drifted to his ears through a haze of undiluted pleasure.

"For someone so bad you mean?." Lucius offered huskily in response.

The Hmm changed to a "MMM" the sound reverberating along the length of his cock as she took it in her mouth. Her fingers now caressing his balls.

The breath was almost ripped from his lungs and Lucius thought his knees would buckle at the intense sensations which flooded his body as he was sucked deeper into her wet mouth, her flicking and circling tongue increasing his excitement. Groaning loudly as her head moved back only to draw him in harder and deeper, his pleasure addled brain impressed at just how much of him she drew in and just how deeply. He tried not to thrust forward for fear of gagging her, but he couldn't stop himself, seeking more of the ecstasy her mouth was giving him.

Hermione moved with him, savouring the masculine taste and feel of him against her tongue, her teeth gently grazing his veined, swollen flesh. The tiny part of her own brain which wasn't absorbed in that same intense pleasure reminded her of the situation, oh of course it would be so easy to bare her teeth completely, sink them sharply and painfully into him, but that would achieve? Absolutely nothing, accept of course his wrath. Hermione might have acquired a few Muggle self-defence skills and some martial arts techniques while she was training to become an Unspeakable, but she was still restrained, the room was still warded, she couldn't use magic and where in Merlin's name was she going to go anyway?

She covered her teeth once more sucking harder, feeling him throbbing in her mouth, but finding herself struggling to accommodate all of him. his building pleasure seeping on to her tongue, he moaned softly, one hand moving over her bare shoulder the other drifting to her hair. Hermione shifted on her knees finding herself wishing more and more that her hands were free, but it had less and less to do with any escape plan.