Well firstly as always a big thank you for reviews, follows and favs you are all so sweet. Secondly, I had a couple of comments about Hermione being the worst (spy) Unspeakable ever because she got herself caught...and of course the legend that is James Bond never got caught?! All I will say is "No Mr Bond I expect you to die" ...That said, as always I apologise for any errors be they grammatical or otherwise and I hope that you continue to enjoy the story...
If there was an upside to the position Hermione now found herself in, it was that Julius Nihil had instructed Lucius Malfoy to "deal with her". Whilst the prospect of being dealt with by anyone was not exactly ideal, panic aside, the thought of being left in the pudgy sweaty hands of the loathsome Sandor Sirron made her stomach churn and her skin crawl once more. Being left to Lucius Malfoy however, well her blood was easily at about a hundred degrees already and the shaking in her body was out of pure rage, not fear, but it was certainly a lesser of two evils. A tiny much more feminine part of her brain and her body come to that, harked backed to the previous evening, earlier in the day even, when her blood was heated for very different reasons and her body shook from sated passion. Then the notion of being dealt with by the fit blonde had very different connotations. But now both a furious Hermione Granger and an incensed Unspeakable pushed those thoughts firmly away, hopefully there would be time to reproach herself later. The situation now, demanded nothing less than her full attention, there were no more pros and cons to mixing business with pleasure, they were all cons, and Julius Nihil and Lucius Malfoy come to that had made it very much business.
Hermione knew it was useless to fight against the restraints which bit into her wrists, like devil's snare, struggling against an Incarcerous conjuration would simply strengthen the effects. She did however have a pretext to maintain, for all intents and purposes she was guilty of nothing, except of course walking along that public hotel corridor. The three men only assumed that she had overheard something she shouldn't, presumed that she was up to something she shouldn't be, because they were. A fact of course as a simple hotel guest, she was totally unaware of.
"Lucius really! What is the meaning of this? Release me at once." She mustered as much indignation as she could.
Her anger was certainly not feigned, if perhaps emanating from a very different source.
"First you allow your friends to insult and maul me, and now you shackle me like this, have you gone completely insane."
Hermione's voice rose along with her tied hands. Maybe she could attract someone's attention, another innocent guest, someone who wasn't one of Lucius Malfoy's business associates, a house elf, anyone would do. But despite the golf course, the tennis courts and those other Muggle influences about the place, this was after all a magical hotel and she doubted very much that neither Julius Nihil or Lucius Malfoy had not foreseen and covered every eventuality when planning this meeting, had put in place unseen wards and cloaking charms to ensure complete privacy and anonymity for those assembled here.
The darkly clad, grey haired man turned his bespectacled face to his friend, his own annoyance and impatience now clearly evident.
"Now Lucius, before she makes a scene, we don't want to draw any unwelcome attention to ourselves." He smiled humourlessly at Hermione, peering over the top of his glasses.
"Or was that the idea Hermione?"
She refused to be caught out, her brain now in full Unspeakable mode.
"No Julius" She hatefully spat the name he'd affably insisted she use.
"Actually the idea, was to simply enjoy a pleasant evening, and have a quiet drink without being harassed."
She fired a scathing look at Sirron, who sneered back at her, a contemptuous look which made her stupidly even more grateful that it was down to Lucius Malfoy to deal with her.
"Hmm, much as I would like to believe that, you are after all still Hermione Granger and …"
He stopped abruptly; Hermione got the distinct impression because he feared his words might reveal more than she already knew. She waited patiently hoping her might continue, but he was clearly done talking to her.
Lucius Malfoy moved closer, picking up the small evening bag and spilled contents that she had dropped, and pressing it firmly between her fingers, painfully grabbing the fleshy area at the top of her arm. He said nothing but nodded at the man with the steel grey hair, there was a knowing exchange of looks between the two men. Hermione's heart was racing, even her keen mind and considerable magical prowess could see no way out of the inevitable ending, whomever had been left to "deal with her".
"Good."
The man with the glasses seemed more than happy that his wishes would be carried out as ordered.
"Come Sirron" He spoke to the third man like he was summoning a dog.
He cast a final glance in Hermione's direction before striding arrogantly away, his own loyal little terrier nipping at his well shod heels.
Hermione's attention came angrily back to the fingers biting into her arm, the cord tethering her hands and the tall deceitful blonde responsible for both. Her heart was still thundering in her chest, her brain still racing to find a way out. This time the cool silver head of Lucius Malfoy's vicious serpent headed cane came up to her jaw, tilting her head back, and forcing her to look into eyes that were as cold and hard as the glistening metal which moved slowly and menacingly against her skin.
Lucius leaned towards Hermione, his silky blonde hair tumbling about his broad shoulders, engulfing her in that intoxicating scent of his. Despite the situation, fighting the effect it had on her senses was almost as futile as struggling against the Incarcerous spell, the more she tried to strive against it, the stronger the impact became. She tried to turn her head away, but a sharp jolt of the cane brought it back towards him, holding it firmly in place. His lips were annoyingly soft and warm as they spoke into hers.
"Oh how I look forward to dealing with you my dear Hermione." He whispered seductively.
Hermione couldn't help but gasp, the action causing her lips to part against his. She felt them curve into a smile, a small almost inaudible sound escaping them.
"MMM"
Right at this moment the young witch wasn't sure who she despised more, the cunning and treacherous Dark Wizard or herself, not only for being so gullible and easily taken in by him in the first place, but for how her traitorous body was reacting to him now. She'd been well and truly fooled up until this point and could quite easily find herself on the receiving end of the killing curse in the not too distant future, but it didn't stop her skin tingling at the touch of his lips, and a decidedly non- angry heat burning low in her belly with his threatening words. Those ludicrously soft lips of his travelled languorously down her neck, his teeth nipping at her bare shoulder with devilish proficiency... Her hands might have been bound together, but there was nothing preventing her bringing them up between them to stop him, push him away. Nothing that was except herself.
Perhaps this was her subconscious telling her this was her way out of the situation. Having already thought keeping the former Death Eater sweet, was the best way to find out more about what he was up to with Julius Nihil, maybe being nice to him now would work in her favour. Desperately trying to free her brain from the scent which clouded it and the touch which distracted it so effortlessly Hermione weighed up the situation. No matter how big an ego this man had, she doubted even she was capable of conning him into thinking that what he done was really actually okay, that she wasn't going to put up some kind of resistance, wasn't going to question what in Merlin's name he was doing. It was an incredibly fine line she was treading, she had to put on a very good act and get the balance just right. If nothing else, perhaps she could prolong the inevitable, give herself a little breathing space, maybe even get Lucius Malfoy to let his guard down just enough to extricate herself from this, from him.
"You can release me now your very important guest has gone."
She tried a different tack, using words to remind him of a different time and place.
"The show is over, Lucius release me, I don't understand…"
She continued to maintain the ploy of ignorance as she struggled against the binding that held her, finally bringing her hands up defensively between them. His ringed fingers pinching the skin on her arms as he maintained his tight hold, his mouth and teeth unhurriedly parting company with her bare shoulder. This time as she struggled against both the restraints and the dark wizard, she thrust herself forward, bringing her into firm and flush contact with the man holding her captive.
Whilst schooling her brain was comparatively easy, her body was a lot more difficult to command, around him at least. She couldn't control the shiver which emanated from deep within her as the soft planes of her own body contoured against the solid masculinity of his. Her nipples hardened with the silky abrasion of her dress, the fabric doing nothing to conceal their arousal, the taut buds clearly visible through the thin shimmering cloth. Hermione felt him relinquish his grip on her arm, her skin feeling oddly cool at the loss of even such rough contact, his hand used the same leisurely measure as his mouth as it glided across glistening white fabric, the pad of his thumb brushing the small peak. Hermione bit down on her lip determined to withhold the groan which threatened to slip from between them. This time she couldn't struggle against his grasp, he no longer physically held her. Only the Incarcerous conjuration kept her tethered, instead she took an angry step away from him.
"Lucius?" Her tone was angry and questioning, demanding an explanation, her brown eyes shining with fiery intent as they indicated the binding around her wrists.
His reaction was as unhurried and gauged as his movements. The briefest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips, his nostrils adopted their familiar flaring and a dark blonde brow rose disdainfully.
"Hermione?" He mocked, moving threateningly back towards her.
Obviously, he had no intention of explaining or justifying anything to her. Whatever Julius Nihil had meant by dealing with her, he might eventually get around to, but for now it appeared Lucius Malfoy had his own agenda, and just as he had stated, was looking forward to dealing with her very much in his own way and at his own frustratingly slow pace.
His free arm snaked around her, pulling her back into him, the bound hands that Hermione held before her, found themselves trapped between their lower bodies, she could feel exactly what was on the Dark Wizard's agenda and a lot more besides, her fingers flexing of their own volition and brushing his sheathed intent.
"Mmm." Lucius murmured against her ear, his body pressing harder against her deliciously trapped hands.
Hermione's fingers stilled and once more she half-heartedly attempted to struggle. Her brain angrily reminding her body that this was actually an escape plan and not a seduction. Her struggle inadvertently or maybe not so inadvertently causing her hands to rub harder against Lucius, his hips thrust forward, and he groaned louder.
The snaked arm Lucius had caught about Hermine slackened slightly; his hand drifted to the soft swell of her arse, his fingers gliding easily over the expensive silk, they sunk into the sumptuous material squeezing hard. As he tugged at the fabric pulling it up with dexterous fingers, he recalled the image he'd had of the puddle of silk about her feet, her naked save those very high heels. His cock throbbed at the memory; things had however changed somewhat in that short expanse of time. She might not take so kindly to his intentions and advances now and having her restrained against her will gave those intentions and advances a nasty four letter word, and that was a line that even he was not prepared to cross. Her body however seemed to be conveying a very different message, those deliciously inviting nipples which almost begged to be touched, sucked, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as his lips moved against her skin. Despite her obvious indignation and her verbal protestations, she was hardly struggling to be free of him, and through the subtle floral scent of her perfume he could smell a very different, very musky feminine scent, a scent which stroked his own senses arousing them and him even more. Perhaps the delectable Miss Granger had a secret penchant for tied up, perhaps she did, but without knowing for certain, it still added that nasty four letter word to his intentions.
His flesh twitched as she shifted against him, this time moving backwards. Their eyes met, hers a fiery brown, indignant and demanding, his somewhere between silver grey and palest blue, unyielding and lustful.
Hermione saw through the uncompromising silver grey right into the lustful pale blue. Patience was not necessarily her strongest virtue but in this instance, virtue really had no part to play, to stand any chance of not being dealt with she needed to play Lucius Malfoy's slow game. Hermione Granger's body clearly had no qualms about this, the Unspeakables brain was another story entirely, not letting one overrule the other was going to be hard work. The fine line became a tightrope, a very high one at that. Her body played to the lustful pale blue; her mind concentrated on the silver grey.
The step she had taken back from him had been perfectly calculated, to the millimetre. She lifted her manacled hands once more, bringing them slowly up between herself and the Dark Wizard, that flawlessly evaluated step ensuring that they brushed against his body from the tip of his cock, softly grazing his stomach and brushing his chest until they finally came to rest at base of his throat.
Hermione's words were as carefully calculated and finely balanced as her actions; she couldn't afford to wiggle the rope. She let out a deep resigned sigh, the action causing her breasts to rise and fall, his gazed dropped for a fleeting moment before returning to hers, and she held those pale blue eyes with a now indignant sensuality, enticing him in.
"So prey tell Lucius, just how does a former Death Eater intend on dealing with me?"
A nerve pulsed in his jaw at her choice of words, his eyes flittering back to unyielding silver grey.
"You really should have said if you'd wanted to tie me up…I'm not averse to a little bondage." Her brown eyes didn't soften, nor did the indignation fade, but their fiery intent became challenging.
The nerve in his jaw pulsed a lot harder as his eyes drifted back to a very lustful pale blue.
Gotcha thought the spider…
Hermione's shackled hands brushed against his; her fiery brown gaze still held his lustful pale blue. This time it was Lucius Malfoy who felt the familiar but somewhat unexpected pull of apparation.
