Chapter Two: Enter Lucius Malfoy

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Hermione smiled at the memory, and then turned her head sharply to the door as she heard the knob turn. 'This is it,' she thought, as a blonde haired man, clothed in black robes entered the room. Hermione recognized Lucius Malfoy right away, but was surprised to see him followed in by Draco. "Hello my dear," Lucius' quiet voice echoed in the room. "Welcome to my home," he said as he walked around to back of his desk. His black robes swirled around his feet as he went. Draco, who wasn't wearing robes, but had opted for loose fitting black Muggle pants, and a black shirt, Hermione couldn't help but notice, revealed his well-toned body, walked over to the mantle, poring him self a drink. He chose to ignore Hermione.

"Hello," Hermione replied turning in her chair to face Lucius, "I like your office."

"Really?" Lucius asked, although his voice was mocking.

Hermione shrugged, wanting to give the impression that she was comfortable. "It's what I would expect." Draco's cold laughter rang out through the room, causing Hermione to jump. Lucius merely smiled.

"Do not presume to know me, my dear." The last two words were full of contempt. "I must say I was rather surprised to receive your request for a meeting." Lucius continued, "Quite the risk you take, coming to my home, mudblood."

"Careful father," Draco remarked, as he took a sip of his drink, "She doesn't like that name."

"Is that true?" Lucius asked Hermione innocently.

"I suppose I prefer that to, say, pureblood, or inbred." Hermione replied smoothly, aware of Draco's persistent gaze on her back. "I hear they're being used as synonyms these days."

Lucius mouth curled up into a menacing smirk, and for one very long second, Hermione thought that he was going to kill her. But instead, he laughed softly. "Well played, my dear. Draco, why don't you get our guest a drink." It wasn't a suggestion.

"Oh, no thank you," Hermione said quickly.

"My dear," Lucius chided, Hermione was beginning to hate that name, "I insist." She only smiled, and accepted the drink Draco gave her. It took all of her self-control not to shiver as he brushed his fingers along her hand placing the glass there. Hermione was not pleased to see that he took the seat beside her.

"So," Lucius remarked taking a sip of his own drink, which Draco had brought for him, "What exactly do you hope to gain by coming here?"

"Recognition." Hermione responded, using the well-rehearsed answer.

Lucius' eyes narrowed slightly. "And you think you'll get that here?"

"I think you could appreciate my talents." Hermione replied locking eyes with Lucius, and yet painfully aware of how Draco was eyeing her.

"Interesting," Lucius quirked an eyebrow, but did not break eye contact. "What makes you think that I won't kill you once I'm through with you?"

Hermione smiled seductively, "If you wanted to kill me you would have done it already."

"Really?" Lucius said, although the warning in his voice was evident.

"Really," Hermione dared, "You're fascinated by me."

"My, aren't we arrogant," Draco drawled, standing up. "I think I'll take my leave now. See you at dinner, father."

Lucius did not break eye contact with Hermione as Draco left, and Hermione was determined not to be the first one to look away. "Is it wise, I wonder, for you to presume that I could possibly be fascinated by a little girl, such as yourself?"

"Do you really think I'm a little girl?" Lucius' lips curled slightly, "Because I think I could show you that I am not." Hermione stood then, and walked around the desk to stand in front of Lucius. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she pushed his chair back, and flung her legs over his straddling him. She locked eyes with him for a brief moment, slightly grinding her hips into him. Feeling his reaction immediately she stopped grinding. Smirking she leaned forward and bit his earlobe gently. "I told you, you're fascinated by me, my dear Lucius," She cooed, throwing his pet name back in his face. "I'm good for other things too." She then gentle licked his earlobe, and leaning back stood up. "Now, how about you show me to my room?" Turning around slowly, Hermione let her face fall, and clenched her jaw tightly, when she was sure Lucius couldn't see her.

"Pushy, aren't we?" Lucius mocked, as Hermione heard him stand up.

"Well," Hermione replied forcing her voice to remain sultry, "You can show me, or I can just go exploring by myself, which ever you prefer." Lucius chuckled coldly, coming up behind her, and placing a hand on the small of her back. 'Breathe,' Hermione told herself.

"No, I wouldn't want you to get lost," he said in a sickeningly paternal tone. "Follow me," he continued, dragging his hand around her waist, and then slipping out the door.

Hermione exhaled slowly as Lucius lead her out of his study into the library, and back into the main foyer. They headed up the right side of the two twisting staircases leading to the second floor landing. The only sound was Hermione's tiny heels clicking delicately on the marble. Reaching the carpeted landing, – Hermione was relieved that her shoes would no longer click – Lucius turned to the right, and directed her down a dimly lit corridor. Hermione reluctantly took in her surroundings. The carpet on the floor was a solid green colour, with a silver and green, interwoven, border. The walls were painted, with a border matching the carpet. Numerous paintings lined the walls, some of landscapes, and others with pompous looking people who turned their noises up as Hermione passed. There was the occasional suit of armour that saluted politely as they walked down the hall. Reaching the end of the passageway, Lucius lead Hermione up yet another set of stairs; this one leading to another corridor, much the same as the previous one.

"It's a wonder more people don't get lost in here, Lucius," Hermione said, breaking the slightly uncomfortable silence that had settled between them.

"Yes well, I would advise you not to stray to far from the main hallways."

"Afraid I may stumble across your 'chamber of secrets'?" Hermione mocked.

"Indeed," Lucius replied, although Hermione wasn't sure if he was serious. "Your suite has its own bathroom, and study. You should be quite content there. Feel free to leave whenever you wish, although if you're going to be away for an extended period of time please inform me of what you're doing. And once again, DO NOT go exploring things that do not concern you." Lucius stopped in front of a black oak door, with a brass handle. "Oh, I almost forgot, you may have free range of the library, however, my private study is off limits unless you are with me. Do you understand?" Hermione nodded feeling excited, and Lucius turned around to open the door.

Stepping over the threshold, Hermione cringed inwardly. Everything about her room was Slytherin, from the green and silver silk bed sheets, to the green canopy curtains that enclosed the large king size bed. There was a Slytherin tapestry on the far stonewall, with an ornate wood vanity directly underneath. A window was on the same wall, and Hermione was pleased to note that it had a little space to sit in and read. The bed was on her right, with a large cedar cabinet, and a cedar nightstand beside it. On her left were two oak doors, the first one leading into the study, and the second leading into the bathroom. Hermione turned, and smiled at Lucius who was still standing in the doorway, and went to look at the study. It was also a spacious room, with a cozy fireplace, a little sitting area in front of it, and a comfortable looking desk in one corner. The room seemed brighter then Lucius' study had been, although there were no windows, and the fireplace was not lit.

Exiting the room, Hermione again plastered a fake smile on her face, and turned to Lucius. "Do you like it?"

"It's what I expected." Hermione answered, removing her outer robe to reveal a slinky black dress with a dangerously low neckline.

"Meaning?" Lucius drawled, looking her up and down. She had the distinct impression that he was appraising her.

"Meaning, I like the décor." She replied calmly, although she very much wanted him to leave.

"Mmm, so do I." He smirked, closing the distance between them. "Well really, I just like the new addition to it."

"Yes, well," Hermione replied, trying to take a step away from him, and only landing closer to the wall.

"My dear," Lucius said in his most condescending voice, forcing her back all the way against the wall, "Its not nice to tease."

"Was I teasing, Lucius?" Hermione forced out her most innocent voice.

"No," Lucius said, placing a hand on her neck, "I think you were just playing." Lucius slowly began to press down on her throat with his hand, bringing his other one up to help. "I don't like to be played with, my dear." He remarked, as she began to wheeze.

Hermione, forcing herself to remain calm, looked him straight in the eye, and smiled. Reaching her hand around behind her back, she slowly began to unzip her dress. Lucius' lips curled up into an evil smirk as he realized what Hermione was doing. Releasing the grip on her neck, he shoved the dress violently off her shoulders, exposing her breasts.

"Very nice," he purred cupping one roughly, as the dress fell to the floor leaving Hermione completely naked. She hadn't worn any undergarments.


"Do you like what you see?" Hermione asked, biting back a desire to scream. She reached one of her hands forward, and began stroking his inner thigh. Causing Lucius to moan softly, as he violently massaged both Hermione's breasts with his hands. Wondering if he would leave bruises there, Hermione forced her self to relax under his touch. She slow brought both her hands up to his robes, and began undoing the clasps. Once finished with that task, she moved her fingers to the waist of his pants, without throwing off his robes. Toying with the belt for a few seconds, she pulled the silk shirt, which had been neatly tucked into the pants, out. Reaching under his shirt, she began exploring his upper body in away she knew he would enjoy, and was surprised to see just how defined he was for a man in his late forties.

Hermione took her time as she worked her way back down towards the belt, and zipper of his pants, realizing as she did this, that his own hands had taken free rein of her body. Unbuttoning the pants, she gave his cock a gentle squeeze. She was vaguely surprised when Lucius stopped his exploration; bring his hands up to her shoulders, and turning them both around so that he was leaning against the wall. Hermione smiled at him, as she saw him there, and he brought his hands up to her head. Entangling them in her hair, he pushed her down in to a kneeling position. Hermione took his pants, and black silk boxers with her. Sighing to give Lucius the impression that she was enjoying herself, Hermione began to run her hand gently over his firm shaft. Slowly she increased the speed and pressure of her hands, until she saw him close his eyes, heard his breath become more ragged, and his hands gradually increasing their grip on her head. Then, she brought her mouth around him, causing Lucius to gasp in pleasure. As she began her rhythmic sucking, she allowed her mind to wonder to her first lesson in an effort not to vomit.

***


"Ah, Miss Granger, its nice to see that you remain punctual." Snape said, as Hermione took a seat in his surprisingly bright, and almost cheery living room. The chairs, and couch were fairly modern, with beige leather upholstery. There were various glass tables throughout the room, which only served to add to the moderness of the house. The only indication that cottage belonged to an individual from an old wizarding family was the large, ornate fireplace.

It was two weeks after the initial meeting, and Hermione had been mulling over her decision since that night. Wondering if she would have been better to decline. She certainly was not looking forward to spending an excessive amount of time with her old Potions Master. However, needless to say, she had stuck with her original decision, and had made her way, nervously, to the private residence of Severus Snape. She was surprised to find that he spent the summer months on a small estate outside Hogsmeade. The house itself was a quaint little two-story brick cottage. Surrounding the cottage was a large forest, to allow for sufficient privacy, Hermione assumed. Upon entering the house, Snape had greeted her coolly, and then escorted her into the lovely sitting room, where they now sat sipping tea. Hermione feeling increasingly awkward.

"Yes, well," Hermione replied, "I didn't want to waste you time, sir."

"Stop sucking up Granger," he said sarcastically. "We're not in my Potions classroom anymore. You don't have to be the insufferable teachers pet you once were."

"I find it interesting, sir, that you were the only one who looked at it that way." Hermione replied, quickly remembering why she had loathed this man so much. "I was just trying to be respectful."

"Indeed," Snape smirked, causing Hermione to roll her eyes.

"You haven't changed a bit." She said, reaching forward to take a lemon tart off the tray.

"Well that's the first thing were going to work on." Snape replied silkily, his voice dangerously low.

Hermione's head shoot up quickly, "Excuse me?"

"Your propensities to jump to conclusion, and the assumption that you know more then you do. These qualities will not serve you well where you are going." Snape remarked dramatically. "Well actually if played right they could be quite useful, but I do not think, that right now, you are in a position to use them to your advantage, so we will dispose of them for the moment. What do you think of my home, Miss Granger?" Snape asked suddenly.

Hermione blinked in surprise, "Well it's not what I would have expected, sir," she answered honestly, "But I like it."

"What would you have expected?"

"I don't know, something more dark, more Slytherin, more old wizarding family? I am surprised to see such a…pleasant setting." Hermione replied hesitantly.

"A very biased opinion, but an honest one." Snape said his eyes narrowing at her. "Now until you know me better, please refrain from making personal statements about me or my personality."

"Sir?" Hermione was genuinely confused.

"It is dangerous to assume that you know me, my habits, or my tastes." Snape replied bitterly. "In point of fact, it is dangerous to assume that about anyone that you do not know explicitly well."

Hermione knotted her brow in confusion. "I mean no disrespect, sir," she said tentatively, "But I would appreciate it if you would stop speaking in riddles, and half statements."

"Very good, Miss Granger," Snape replied silkily, causing Hermione to spittle her tea. "Most people would have sat there, and allowed me to rant on like that until they eventually got so confused that they gave up trying to figure anything out." Snape stood up, and began to pace around the room. "Well at least I know where to begin," he said, more to himself then Hermione. "I am going to ask you a series of question, you will answer them all, as honestly, and as quickly as you can." He turned to look her directly in the eyes, "Understand?"

"Yes," Hermione answered looking away, she did not want maintain eye contact.


"Something else to work on," he muttered, barely audibly. "Okay," he said, and resumed passing, "We'll start with something simple…favourite subject at Hogwarts?"

"Arithmacy," she answered clearly and without hesitation.

"Least favorite subject?"

"Divinations."

"Good choice! Favorite professor?"

"McGonagall."

"Least favorite?"

"Trelawney," she answered too quickly.

Snape chuckled, "Good answer, not entirely truthful, but a good answer. Tell me, Miss Granger, have you ever been in love?"

"Yes," Hermione blushed slightly.

"Was it Potter or Weasley then?"

"Sir…" she stalled

"Answer the question, Miss Granger."

"Pot-Harry," she corrected herself, blushing even more.

"And yet you dated Weasley. Quite the scandal." He mocked. "Do you still love him?"

"No."

"Does he know that you loved him?"

"Yes."

"Did Weasley know?"

"Yes."

"Are you a virgin?"

"No, and don't ask who my first was."

"Would you consider yourself sexually experienced?"

"Umm?"

"Yes or no."

"No."

"We'll be rectifying that," Snape's voice was almost amused. "Are you scared of me?"

"Yes, yes I am." She answered after considering it for a moment.

"Good girl," Snape purred coming up behind her, and placing both of his hands on the back of her chair. "Does that fear excite you?" He whispered softly into her ear, causing her to shiver.

"Ye-yes."

"Do I excite you?"

"Yes," this time her voice was clearer, and Snape brought his right hand up to gently stroke the back of her neck.

"Do you trust me?"

"No," she answered softly, and Snape's hand stopped abruptly.

"Interesting," he whispered into her ear, and then pushed off the chair, and began pacing the room behind her again. "We'll begin with trust then," said Snape, sounding vaguely disappointed. "You may go now, Miss Granger. I will see you back here tomorrow night…if that is not too inconvenient?" Hermione shook her head. "As tomorrow is Friday, I would suggest that you pack a bag, and spend the weekend here."

"Alright," Hermione said standing to leave. "Until tomorrow, then," she continued awkwardly as she walked to the hallway, and then out the door. She had stood on the dark porch for several minutes, trying to compose herself, before Apparating home.

***


Hermione was brought back by the all to familiar feeling of a man thrusting in her throat, and then coming at the back of it. They stayed there for a few minutes until Hermione slowly pulled her mouth off, and brought her head up to look at Lucius.

"Very good," he said, untangling his hands from her hair, and gently petting her head. Hermione was painfully aware of the submissive dog like position she was in, however, she made no move to change it. "Now, do up my pants." He commanded. Hermione groaned inwardly, but complied with the request. "Stand up," Lucius instructed after she was finished. Again she followed the instructions, and then made her way over to the bed realizing that her services where no longer required. Lucius busied himself with tucking in his shirt, and doing up his robe. As Hermione sprawled on the mattress, she decided not to cover herself, once again wanting to show Lucius that she was comfortable. Lucius smirked at her, when he saw her, "Did I wear you out?" He asked with mock concern.

"If you want to go another round…" Hermione gestured to her naked body on the bed.

"Alas, dinner is in an hour, and I fear that we would run out of time." Lucius replied lazily, as he looked her over. "Perhaps after dinner I will allow you another opportunity to prove your talents. I will be around in sixty minutes to collect you." He headed for the door, "Unless of course you've already had you're fill?" He asked before opening it.

Hermione laughed sweetly at this, "Oh, Lucius, don't be silly, I'm always hungry." Lucius' own laughter was cruel as it echoed off the stone walls of the room. "You'd best get ready. There are appropriate clothes in the cabinet."

And with that he was gone.

This chapter last updated on November 25, 2002