39. ...Hermione wishes she were Anywhere Else
"Where are we going?" Hermione whispered. She still had the invisibility cloak on and was following Draco as quietly as she could down the creepy hallway. 'Man, these Malfoys sure need a new decorator,' she thought, keeping her opinions to herself in case Draco turned back into the boy she had always known him to be at school.
"I already said, to my room." Draco barely bothered to lower his voice.
"Why are we going there?" Hermione hissed. Her stomach was twisting into knots of nervous panic and she almost tripped as Draco turned and led the way up a broad staircase. She knew Ron trusted Draco, though she couldn't think why, but she wasn't sure that she did.
Draco chuckled. "Don't panic. I'm not going to eat you or anything." Hermione did her best to block this image from her mind. "It's just that my mother has a tendency to come and question me when I come back from being gone for a while, don't ask me why, and it's better if we're someplace she can easily find me. We don't want her to come looking for me later, now do we?" Draco turned down a dark hallway. "My room is probably the most comfortable place to wait anyway. Make yourself at home."
They stepped into a large room and Hermione almost flinched when she saw the d‚cor. The only term she could really put to it was 'Goth' and the room was dominated by a large canopied bed, made up with black silky sheets. 'How charming,' she thought, rather wishing she were anywhere else right now.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you." Lucius propped himself up on one elbow and stared down mesmerizingly at Ron. They had been laying there for some while 'snuggling' (though for Lucius this probably just meant resting up before another go) and Ron had been hoping to prolong this particular state as long as possible. He wasn't sure that he was at all comfortable with the way his body responded so readily to Lucius' touch and was not looking forward to repeating the experience. Ron inwardly flinched when he thought of how he was going to have to keep Lucius occupied all day.
"Tell me what?" he said, hoping his voice sounded at least semi-enthusiastic.
"Why the next part in my evil plot to beat some sense into Draco, of course. I'm sure you'll really appreciate this next twist." Lucius smile wickedly and started drawing lazy circles with his finger around Ron's belly button.
"Ooooo," Ron ooed, assuming from Lucius' words that he should be excited by this. "What is it? Tell me." Lucius' hand on his belly was starting to make him feel jumpy so he put his own hand over it to still it and sat up, trying to put a look of keen anticipation on his face.
"Well," Lucius' hand drifted up to Ron's breast and started toying with the nipple. "Draco sent a letter back saying that he would tell the ministry about my brother who's locked up in the dungeon unless I called off the wedding. This was a decent move on his part, but rather weak so I sent a letter back saying that he has no proof and I'll just kill Reginald if he tries anything. I expect now he'll try rescue the stupid man to try to get the advantage back but I'm already ready for him." Lucius smiled so cruelly that Ron had to work hard to repress a shudder. "Oh, don't look so worried, my dear," Lucius cooed, smoothing the hair back from Ron's forehead. "I'll wipe your memory of this conversation before you leave so you'll have no responsibility in the matter whatsoever. Do you want to hear what I did?"
The look on Lucius' face suggested that if he had been female, he would have giggled. Ron just nodded mutely, hoping that his eyes didn't betray how disturbed he was. "I set a trap." Lucius did, in fact, chuckle then. "The moment Draco opens the door to my bother's cell and steps into the room, knives will fly out from the walls and rip my brother to shreds. In trying to save his uncle, Draco will kill him, and will learn a valuable lesson in the process. One that he'll never forget." Lucius smiled. "And my brother will finally be taken care of as I should have taken care of him years ago." The thought seemed to excite him, because he bent his head and began sucking on Ron's breast.
Ron, however, was in a state bordering shock and was desperately trying to pull himself together so that he could think of what to do. Lucius Malfoy was even more of a monster than had first supposed. 'And I've slept with him twice now.' The thought made Ron want to run to the nearest shower and camp out under it for a month. However, he didn't have time to be worrying about that right now. People were in danger and he had to help them. With this thought an icy calm settled over him and he knew exactly what to do.
"Mmmm, I have an idea," Ron said, trying his best to look mischievous. "Have you got any ice cream?"
Lucius looked up at this and smirked. "Quite the little adventuress, aren't you my dear?" Lucius got up from the bed and headed for another room.
As soon as he was out of sight, Ron dove under the bed where he had stashed his clothes when he stripped, and fished out his wand. He then took several deep breaths to steady himself; this was going to take more than a little luck. He then put the wand on the bed, laid down on top of it and stretched out as languorously as he knew how, waiting for Lucius to come back. He didn't have long to wait.
Lucius was soon back, carrying a pint of what appeared to be mint chip ice cream and a metal spoon. "Look what I found," he said, sitting down on the bed beside Ron and running the cool spoon teasingly up and down Ron's torso. He then removed the lid from the ice cream and scooped out a spoonful, letting it fall onto Ron's belly.
Ron shuddered while Lucius batted the lump of ice cream around the landscape of Blaise's perfect body, then held his breath as Lucius bent to lick up the sticky sweetness. Quickly, Ron drew his wand out from under his back and positioned it over Lucius' head. "Petrificus Totallus," he said quickly before Lucius could react to the shift of his body. Immediately Lucius froze, stiffening up like a board with his feet hanging precariously off the bed and his face pressed into Ron's belly. Then the weight distribution won out and he teetered on the edge of the bed before sliding off at an angle and landing with a thud on the floor.
"Where are we going?" Hermione whispered. She still had the invisibility cloak on and was following Draco as quietly as she could down the creepy hallway. 'Man, these Malfoys sure need a new decorator,' she thought, keeping her opinions to herself in case Draco turned back into the boy she had always known him to be at school.
"I already said, to my room." Draco barely bothered to lower his voice.
"Why are we going there?" Hermione hissed. Her stomach was twisting into knots of nervous panic and she almost tripped as Draco turned and led the way up a broad staircase. She knew Ron trusted Draco, though she couldn't think why, but she wasn't sure that she did.
Draco chuckled. "Don't panic. I'm not going to eat you or anything." Hermione did her best to block this image from her mind. "It's just that my mother has a tendency to come and question me when I come back from being gone for a while, don't ask me why, and it's better if we're someplace she can easily find me. We don't want her to come looking for me later, now do we?" Draco turned down a dark hallway. "My room is probably the most comfortable place to wait anyway. Make yourself at home."
They stepped into a large room and Hermione almost flinched when she saw the d‚cor. The only term she could really put to it was 'Goth' and the room was dominated by a large canopied bed, made up with black silky sheets. 'How charming,' she thought, rather wishing she were anywhere else right now.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you." Lucius propped himself up on one elbow and stared down mesmerizingly at Ron. They had been laying there for some while 'snuggling' (though for Lucius this probably just meant resting up before another go) and Ron had been hoping to prolong this particular state as long as possible. He wasn't sure that he was at all comfortable with the way his body responded so readily to Lucius' touch and was not looking forward to repeating the experience. Ron inwardly flinched when he thought of how he was going to have to keep Lucius occupied all day.
"Tell me what?" he said, hoping his voice sounded at least semi-enthusiastic.
"Why the next part in my evil plot to beat some sense into Draco, of course. I'm sure you'll really appreciate this next twist." Lucius smile wickedly and started drawing lazy circles with his finger around Ron's belly button.
"Ooooo," Ron ooed, assuming from Lucius' words that he should be excited by this. "What is it? Tell me." Lucius' hand on his belly was starting to make him feel jumpy so he put his own hand over it to still it and sat up, trying to put a look of keen anticipation on his face.
"Well," Lucius' hand drifted up to Ron's breast and started toying with the nipple. "Draco sent a letter back saying that he would tell the ministry about my brother who's locked up in the dungeon unless I called off the wedding. This was a decent move on his part, but rather weak so I sent a letter back saying that he has no proof and I'll just kill Reginald if he tries anything. I expect now he'll try rescue the stupid man to try to get the advantage back but I'm already ready for him." Lucius smiled so cruelly that Ron had to work hard to repress a shudder. "Oh, don't look so worried, my dear," Lucius cooed, smoothing the hair back from Ron's forehead. "I'll wipe your memory of this conversation before you leave so you'll have no responsibility in the matter whatsoever. Do you want to hear what I did?"
The look on Lucius' face suggested that if he had been female, he would have giggled. Ron just nodded mutely, hoping that his eyes didn't betray how disturbed he was. "I set a trap." Lucius did, in fact, chuckle then. "The moment Draco opens the door to my bother's cell and steps into the room, knives will fly out from the walls and rip my brother to shreds. In trying to save his uncle, Draco will kill him, and will learn a valuable lesson in the process. One that he'll never forget." Lucius smiled. "And my brother will finally be taken care of as I should have taken care of him years ago." The thought seemed to excite him, because he bent his head and began sucking on Ron's breast.
Ron, however, was in a state bordering shock and was desperately trying to pull himself together so that he could think of what to do. Lucius Malfoy was even more of a monster than had first supposed. 'And I've slept with him twice now.' The thought made Ron want to run to the nearest shower and camp out under it for a month. However, he didn't have time to be worrying about that right now. People were in danger and he had to help them. With this thought an icy calm settled over him and he knew exactly what to do.
"Mmmm, I have an idea," Ron said, trying his best to look mischievous. "Have you got any ice cream?"
Lucius looked up at this and smirked. "Quite the little adventuress, aren't you my dear?" Lucius got up from the bed and headed for another room.
As soon as he was out of sight, Ron dove under the bed where he had stashed his clothes when he stripped, and fished out his wand. He then took several deep breaths to steady himself; this was going to take more than a little luck. He then put the wand on the bed, laid down on top of it and stretched out as languorously as he knew how, waiting for Lucius to come back. He didn't have long to wait.
Lucius was soon back, carrying a pint of what appeared to be mint chip ice cream and a metal spoon. "Look what I found," he said, sitting down on the bed beside Ron and running the cool spoon teasingly up and down Ron's torso. He then removed the lid from the ice cream and scooped out a spoonful, letting it fall onto Ron's belly.
Ron shuddered while Lucius batted the lump of ice cream around the landscape of Blaise's perfect body, then held his breath as Lucius bent to lick up the sticky sweetness. Quickly, Ron drew his wand out from under his back and positioned it over Lucius' head. "Petrificus Totallus," he said quickly before Lucius could react to the shift of his body. Immediately Lucius froze, stiffening up like a board with his feet hanging precariously off the bed and his face pressed into Ron's belly. Then the weight distribution won out and he teetered on the edge of the bed before sliding off at an angle and landing with a thud on the floor.