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Knock, knock, Hermione looked up from the papers in front of her, "Come in, Lucius." She said from her desk in her study at Malfoy Manor. It was two weeks after her meeting with the Resistance, and a sort of routine had developed between her and Lucius. During the day, she would attend to her work at the Ministry. Even though she had dropped Auror's Darwin, she had been given a less important project to work on. At night they would have dinner. Various guest were there for Hermione to parade in front of, and although conversation was less heated then the first night it was always… interesting if nothing else. After dinner, Hermione would never stay too long, Lucius would find his way up to her room, and they would spend time together. Much to Hermione's surprise it was not always sexual. In fact, more often then not, they would just talk, about nothing really important, mind you, but Hermione found it all quite stimulating.
They talked about everything from history, to the Ministry (delicately skirting around the "Voldemort" issue), to certain Muggle technologies. Lucius' dislike of the Muggle world did not, it appeared, prevent him from wanting to learn about it.
Now, two weeks later, Hermione begrudgingly admitted that she enjoyed talking with Lucius, and she enjoyed his company. Oh, there were times when she very much wanted to hurt him, but on the whole the two got along quite well.
Hermione looked up to see the man of her musing standing in front of her, holding a letter in one hand. "Good evening my dear," He drawled, taking a seat in front of the desk.
"Evening Lucius," Hermione replied closing the folder, and putting it in a drawer. "What's the letter?"
"Curious, aren't we?" He mocked gently, she smiled in return, "It's for you actually."
"Oh?" Hermione reached out her arm, palm up to take it. Lucius, however took her hand, and brought it to his lips.
"Patience my dear," He kissed her hand. "We have other matters to attend to first."
"What could those possible be?" She asked coyly, as he lead her through the study door, and into the bedroom.
"Oh, I think you'll enjoy it," He said pulling her to him, and kissing her, none to gently, on the lips. Hermione was quite surprised. While the two had spent much time talking over the last two weeks, they had also spent a fair bit of time in the bedroom, with Hermione doing all the work, so to speak, and Lucius reaping all the benefits. An arrangement that Hermione didn't mind. She would much rather be doing something, then have to fake enjoying whatever Lucius wanted to do to her. She'd convinced him that she couldn't actually have sex with him by telling him that she wanted to wait a while. He'd been…hesitant at first, but eventually he agreed. Hermione suspected that he got off with some poor female captive or another, but she never inquired.
Now, however, she was worried. Lucius had never kissed her, and although it certainly wasn't a bad kiss, he was still kissing her. Hermione stepped back slightly, "I wasn't expecting that," She said.
Lucius chuckled, setting the letter down on the night table, and moving towards Hermione. "You'll find I'm full of surprises this evening." Again he pulled her to him, and swiftly turned her around so that her back was to the bed. He then leaned into kiss her again forcing her back with his body weight. Leaving her lying on the bed, and him on top of her.
"Lucius," Hermione warned as she again broke away.
He smiled at her as he trailed his hand down her neck. "Yes?" He asked playfully.
"What are you doing?"
That earned her a genuine laugh from the man resting on top of her. "Having my way with you."
Hermione noticeably tensed, and not all of it was an act, "But I thought…"
"Oh don't worry, my dear," Came the response in between kisses that he was placing on her neck and collarbone, his lips following the same pattern his fingertips had just traced. "I'll respect your wishes. I just think it's time that you got to experience something of what you've been doing to me lately."
'Oh, there's no danger of that happening,' She though, although she managed a smile, "Wouldn't you rather have me pleasure you?" She figured she give it one last attempt, although she already knew the answer.
"My dear, you are just too generous in the bedroom. I want you to be selfish, this time at least." He punctuated his request by gentle brushing his hand over her nipple as he moved to unbutton her robe.
Even as he began Hermione had known it would come to this. She'd been told exactly how to manipulate Lucius' sexual desire. And it had been one of the strangest conversations of her life.
It was one year since her "training" had begun, and it had been a very tedious year. Severus – she had come to think of him as such – had drilled in various "pureblood" traditions and expected behavior, from proper dress code for gatherings, to the proper wine to serve with chicken in a cranberry sauce. She had found it very boring. However, realizing its importance, she had stuck with it and tried her best not to complain, too much.
Sirius and Remus had developed a version of the Auror's training especially for Hermione's unique set of circumstances. They were slowly teaching her a multitude of curses, and counter curse, while emphasizing that she learn how to improvise her own.
Hermione, for her part, had put an acceptable amount of distance between herself, and Ron and Harry. She was slowly separating from her parents, having been allotted more time to do this, she would not actually stop seeing them until it was deemed absolutely necessary.
For Hermione, today was about to go down as her strangest, ever. She'd be told to report to Severus cottage after work. She'd only been spending a few hours there, but it was imperative that she attend. So at the appropriate time – six pm had, at some point, become that time – she'd Apparated to Severus' home. Upon arriving, she walked up the porch, and let herself in. Sometime ago, he'd told her the wards, saying that he would change then when she entered the Manor, but for now it was better that she knew them, "More convenient," was how he put it.
Entering the home, she heard the familiar sounds of him cooking in the kitchen and smiled. Over the last year, she'd come to truly enjoy his cooking, something she had discovered that he not only loved to do, but was quite good at. Removing her cloak, it had been a chilly summer day, she noticed two others hanging on the rack. 'Curious,' she though, as she quickly double-checked with herself that it was the right day. Reassured, she made her way to the kitchen. Passing the dinning room, she noticed that the table had been set for four. Really curious now, if not a little suspicious, Hermione raised an eyebrow as she made her way hesitantly down the hall. Reaching the kitchen, her other eyebrow joined the first, as her jaw hit the floor. Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black were sipping wine in Severus Snape's kitchen, while he was frying something. Hermione's hand shot out to grab the wall, steadying herself.
"Hello," Remus said noticing her, "How are you?"
"F–Fine," She choked out, after a moment. "How's everyone else?" She inquired politely, crossing the tiled floor to sit on one of the stools.
"We're doing great," Remus answered for the group, as he poured her a glass of white wine. "It's wonderful to see you again."
"Hmm," Hermione accepted the glass, taking a long sip. "What exactly, and forgive me for so rude," She blurted out, shocked, "But what exactly are you doing here? She couldn't quite keep the shock out of her voice.
"I've been wondering that myself," Sirius muttered, looking darkly at Severus' back.
Remus glared at him. "Severus was kind enough to invite us for dinner." He explained.
"Oh don't look so shell shocked," Severus said, turnig from the stove, "There are certain things that have to be discussed. Now is as good a time as any. It was decided that the three of us should all discuss these things with you." He sounded about as happy as Sirius looked.
Hermione had to suppress a grin. Once one got over the initial "shell shock", it was all rather humorous. "Dumbledore's idea, I take it?" She asked trying hard to sound anything but amused.
"Yes," Severus confirmed, "And don't sound so pleased. I doubt you'll feel the same once you realize what's going to be discussed."
"I don't know," Hermione decided she couldn't fight it anymore, "I think we'd have to be discussing the Dark Lord's sexual preferences for the novelty of this to fade, and even then…I don't know."
"You're not so far off," Severus said, turning back to the stove.
When she inquired further, he refused to say anything more as did her other two dinner companions. Eventually she gave up, deciding she would find out later, and so the four settled into an easy conversation. Well really it was more a conversation between her and Remus with Severus and Sirius putting in the occasional constructive comment. As Severus finished his dinner preparations, he led the group into the rarely used dining room. As with the rest of the main level, the floor was a mat finished hardwood. The east wall was half bay window, and on either side of it were two small jungles. As it turned out, Severus was quite the horticulturalist (not surprising considering the nature of potions), and so his home was full of wonderful specimens of some of the rarest plants, both wizarding and other wise. The fireplace was adjacent to the wall, and it was the most decorative in the house. It was framed by white and beige marble, with a white wood mantle, above which was the Snape family crest. Opposite the bay window, there was a sliding door that allowed entry from the kitchen. On one side of the door there was a rich oak china cabinet, the other side was occupied the matching liquor hutch. As Hermione noted, upon her entry, the table was set for four, although it could have comfortable accommodated a few more.
Hermione, unsure where to sit, looked up at Severus, who was setting dishes on the table, for some direction. Normally when they ate in the dining room she would sit beside him to better facilitate conversation, now she wasn't sure if he would want Sirius at the end of the table, or beside him. Glancing at the other two, she got the impression that they were also having the same dilemma, and made to ask her host. "Hermione you can sit there," He gestured at the end of the table, negating the need for her inquest. She nodded, and moved over to stand beside her chair. Remus moving behind her, pulled it out, and allowed her to sit down, before the other gentlemen took their seats. She hated the formality, but knew that Severus would scold her if she had not done it.
Dinner was a monotonous affair. Pleasant conversation had been exhausted in the kitchen, and the three men seemed reluctant to say what they had to until dinner was over. Finally as the dishes disappeared, and the chocolate cheesecake with cherry sauce appeared, they exchanged glances. Hermione took a bite of the homemade desert, and decided to make it easier on them, "If there's something you want to tell me," They were obviously startled as they turned to look at her sharply, "Just come out with it." Hermione set down her fork, and leaned back in her chair to give everyone her undivided attention.
"You're right, of course," Remus agreed, "It's just a difficult subject to breach."
"Really," Sirius continued uneasily, "It's something I never thought I would have to discuss this with any woman, you especially."
Hermione smiled, "Oh come on," She said lightly, "What are you going to do, explain how to get Lucius' attention in bed?"
Severus raised an eyebrow at her, "How uncanny, Miss Granger, but I do believe you've nailed it pretty much on the head." For the second time that evening Hermione's jaw dropped to the floor.
"Excuse me?"
"You've reached the point in you training," Severus volunteered matter-of-factually, "Where you must understand what Lucius will expect from a woman sexually, and how you can use this to your advantage."
"Oh," Hermione said slowly, "And this is somehow a group activity?"
"It was decided that it would be better if this was presented from more then one man's opinion." Remus offered when no one else moved to answer. "This will also make you more comfortable discussing the sexual aspects of the relationship with all of us. When the time comes, that is."
"Alright," Hermione replied, not entirely convinced.
"Okay," Sirius said, clearing his throat, "We all know that Lucius is a complicated man," When he paused briefly to collect his thoughts, Hermione couldn't resist.
"And no one understands him but his woman?"
"No, not really," Sirius said slowly, missing Hermione's tone. She smiled shaking her head slightly. "What?"
"Never mind, it was a Muggle reference, but never mind." She answered motioning for him to continue.
Giving her an inquisitive look, Sirius let it pass and began again. "Anyway, Lucius is not your run of the mill, average Joe, and he doesn't have a conventional view on…sex." He choked on the word, "Anyway…" he continued hurriedly, "there are certain things that Lucius will like and respect more then others. He…will…he will want, and expect certain things…but will respect your decision not to do others…" Hermione looked at him, slightly confused.
"What Black is trying so aptly to say," Severus took up for the other man as he fumbled for the right words. "Is that Lucius does not have a problem finding some one to have sex with. Granted he is, in all actuality raping them, but Imperius makes it very realistic." Hermione nodded, and Severus continued, "What he finds difficult to get, or will once Narcissa is dead, is someone to be on equal footing with. Someone who is not afraid to take control, but also someone who is willing to be controlled." He paused, "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Hermione thought about it, "I think so. It sounds like your describing a normal sexual relationship."
"Yes, I suppose I am," Severus agreed, "However there are some obvious differences."
"I can see those, or at least some of them," Hermione admitted. "I'm not too sure how I'm suppose to use that to gain footing with him though."
"Okay," Remus said, "Lucius is going to appreciate any and all wishes you have about sex. For a time, anyway. It will be up to you to set any and all guild lines."
"Any suggestions?" Hermione asked after Remus had stopped, and no one else moved to pick up the conversation.
"Umm, well…ya," Sirius said, "That's the point of this meeting – discussion. We're telling you to lay the ground rules."
"Ya, I got that part, " Hermione replied impatiently. "Any suggestions what those ground rules should be?"
"We were getting to that," Severus defended.
"Very slowly," She snapped, "I mean the anticipation is just killing me."
Severus glared at her, "Okay, here's what you're going to do. Initially Lucius will expect some show of your intentions. You're going to have to pleasure him without actually having sex with him."
Hermione schooled her features to look confused, "Now how exactly am I suppose to do that?" She asked innocently.
Severus glared, if possible became even more disappointed, "Don't play stupid, Hermione," He snapped. "A 'blow job' is the current slag, I believe." Hermione grinned, while Severus continued to glare. "I'm glade that someone finds this amusing. This is very important, you position in Malfoy Manor could very well depend on it."
"I know," Hermione still continued to grin, "But try to look at it from my point of view. I'm sitting down to dinner, with three relatively attractive men. One's on the run from the Ministry; one's a werewolf; and one's and ex-Death Eater. Two of you can't stand to be in the same room as one another, under normal circumstances anyway, and yet, here you all are, giving me an advanced version of the "birds and the bees". It's more humorous then you'd think."
"You know," Remus agreed smiling, "When you put it like that…but," He continued seriously, "We should really get this finished."
"Yes, yes, of course," Hermione turned to Severus, all traces of amusement gone. "Alright, so I give him a token blow job, then what?"
"You'll continue to do that, while indicating that you would prefer to wait to have sex until you know him a little better, or something like that; whatever your comfortable with. Ironically, Lucius will more then likely go for it. He has an interesting view on just what it means to be a gentleman. Now as for him pleasing you, that's really more up to you. I would recommend not letting him get intimate that way for two reason," He began to count on his long fingers, "First: he won't expect that. Second: and probably most important, you are going to feel violated. The longer you put that off the better."
"It's all pretty simple in theory," Hermione thought for a moment, she was struggling with what she wanted to say next. "As for my…technique?" She finally settled on. Sirius looked away from her, and Remus glanced down at the table.
"We'll start working on that in the next six months," Severus said, the only one who could meet her eyes; she was extremely grateful.
"Right then," She glanced around, blinking rapidly several times to clear her mind, "If that's everything…" She paused. "I should be going," She stood up.
"That would probably be best," Severus agreed, as he along with Remus and Sirius stood also. "We'll walk you out."
"Hermione," Sirius said as she turned to leave the room. His tone made her stop, but she continued to face the hall. "I just wanted to say how sorry we–"
She put up her hand to stop him, already knowing what he was going to say. "I'll see you all later," She said walking out of the dining room; relieved to see no one had followed her.
She had Apparated home, and collapsed with laughter at the very idea of it all. When she didn't think she could laugh anymore, she had crawled into bed, and laid, staring at the ceiling, as the tears came. The reality had sunk in those few hours and that night she had felt so very sorry for her self.
But now, she realized as Lucius gazed at her naked body, as if he was seeing it for the first time. She felt…she wasn't really sure anymore. As far as Lucius was concerned, Hermione was over the moon with pleasure, but those were all carefully conditioned responses; she had learned from the best. She whimper ever so slightly as Lucius' fingers brushed her breast, and as he slow lowered his mouth to suckle the nipple.
If Hermione had to assign a name to what she was feeling, it would be surprise. Surprise at how gentle, and…well tender he was being. And surprise, she realized with a jolt, just how much she was enjoying this. Hermione suddenly became aware of just how sensitive her flesh was.
She let out a moan. 'It's not all schooled,' she thought, as Lucius lifted his mouth from her breast, and trailed kisses down her abdomen. As his head moved downward, his body flowed back into a kneeling position on the floor. Lucius' mouth lingered for a moment at her clit, giving it a playful nip; Hermione's lips curled up in anticipation. The half smile faded quickly, as Lucius' skilled mouth continued its journey downward on her silky smooth leg. Lucius' pale hands came up to delicately massage the inside of her thighs, repeatedly dipping dangerously close to the heated flesh.
"Playing the tease, Mister Malfoy?" She asked coyly.
Lucius brought his head from where his tongue was caressing the back of her knee, "It would appear to be working, my dear." He drawled, noticing her flushed face. Lucius' steel grey gaze locked with her brown one, and in that moment, he allowed his right index and middle finger to penetrate her slick cunt. And then he slowly removed his fingers, stimulating everything as he spread the moisture over her. It was then that Hermione allowed herself to completely relax, falling back on the bed. She couldn't help relenting all control to him.
Lucius surveyed his handy work with smug satisfaction, and brought his left hand up to gently tweak her hardening nipple, which progressively firmed as the pressure of Lucius' left fingers increased. All the while his right fingernails were busy grinding against her clit, with the occasional–and unpredictable–plunge inside. Small beads of perspiration were developing on Lucius' forehead as he fought to maintain an acceptable level of control. Hermione balled her hands around the sheets at her side and in an effort to stifle a whimper, she turned her head into her shoulder.
"My dear," Hermione could hear the smirk in his voice, along with a surprising note of pride, "There's no use in trying to fight it." With that he brought his head down, lifting her leg slightly, to allow his tongue to continue it ministration at the back of her knee.
Hermione senses were on over load, – with her breast and her clit and that sensitive spot behind her knee being stimulated all at once – "Oh-my," she panted.
"Much better," Lucius said, as he began to trail soft kisses down the back of her calf, stretching her leg out as he slowly descending to her ankle. When his mouth reached its' target, the tongue flitted out to lap at the soft skin, and then he slowly blew on it. The cool air caused Hermione's skin to tingle as it tightened into millions of little goose pimples. Lucius smiled against her ankle, and slipped his teeth down to grate over the pad of her foot. Hermione giggled, squirming backwards causing Lucius to push down on her swollen ball of nerves, and the giggle turned into a gasp. "That tickled," she rasped, surprising herself with how hoarse her voice sounded. Lucius chuckled softly, his teeth moving back up to her ankle, and biting down on the tendon connecting the back of her foot with the back of her leg. Hermione grunted, as she pulled her leg away from him to rest, bent, on the bed. "And that hurt."
"Sorry," He apologized, not sounding at all remorseful, "But it does–" here he brought his head up to her inner thigh where his hands had massaged earlier, and licked a generous portion of the skin, then, as he had done to her ankle, he blow cool air over the spot "–serve a purpose."
This time as the air touched her skin, Hermione tensed, a shiver rippling through her. Lucius slowly removed his fingers from the heated flesh, and settled his head in between her legs. When he didn't immediately start his ministration, Hermione arched into him by way of encouragement. Still Lucius did nothing.
"What do you say?" Lucius asked, slightly muffled.
Hermione groaned, and squirmed downward in an effort to force Lucius to do what she wanted. He did not comply, instead, he brought his head back, and repeated, "You know the magic word."
Desperately, Hermione removed her hands from the tangled bed sheets, and brought them up to rest on the top of Lucius' head, preventing him from moving further away. "God damn it," she ground out.
"That's not what I'm looking for," He replied calmly, trying to remove his head from Hermione's grip.
"Please?" She whimpered.
"'Please' what?" Lucius stopped trying to remove Hermione's hands.
"Uhh," Hermione gritted her teeth, "Please," She again, trying to move his head toward her center.
"Say it," He commanded quietly.
"I want you," She panted, "To suck my cunt."
"As the lady insists," He smirked, and brought his head down.
Hermione had known that Lucius would be good, and she wasn't disappointed. This was no sixteen-year-old boy practicing the alphabet. No, this was a man who had been in these waters before, and 'oh dear god,' he wasn't floundering. Lucius was teasing, and nipping, and plunging, and doing this little swirling thing that was bring Hermione dangerously close to a climax. And then everything tensed, and the release.
Lucius brought his hands up to cup Hermione's face stroking it gently as he slide up against her, resting beside her. Hermione relaxed against him, absently noticing his obvious arousal. She brought her hands down, removing Lucius shirt from his pants, and making to undo the button. "Tsk, tsk, my dear," He leaned forward, and kissed the corners of her mouth, "Not this time," He whispered in her ear. With that, he left the bed, leaving Hermione to recover.
***
When Hermione's breathing returned to normal, she looked around the room to see Lucius leaning on the mantle of the fire, sleeves rolled up, and a balloon brandy glass in one hand. He was staring into the flames. Hermione pushed herself up onto the pillows, and sat watching him for several moments. It seemed he had slipped into his own world, one in which he did not need to control everything about him self. His hair, which was usually tied neatly into an old-fashioned ponytail, now had a few strands escaping, hanging forward, and framing the profile of his face. Which, when he wasn't schooling his features, was almost beautiful. For as the fire shadowed his face, he was startlingly striking, with his flawless aristocratic features, his graceful posture, his flawless skin, the immaculate robes, she wanted to reach out to him, and yet she was afraid that any movement would end that perfect moment. And it was a perfect moment, one in which he was no longer a Death Eater, and she was no longer a spy, sent to use him to gain invaluable information. They were just two people who, under different circumstances, could possible have meant something to each other. She saw him, then as a young man, a man who had not served Voldemort, a man who did not carry the Dark Mark, and she was mesmerized. She watched him for several seconds more, before Lucius raised his head, and turned to look at her, his soft face going hard, as his steel eyes penetrated hers.
"Wonderful," He said in his favorite condescending tone, a smirk appearing on his face. Hermione could barely conceal the cringe. Time had returned to normal. "I was beginning to think that you would never recover."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Don't be silly Lucius, you're good, but you're not that good."
"Are you criticizing my technique?"
"Not criticizing, as much as I'm suggesting some improvement may be necessary."
"I see," Lucius' smirk increased, as he walked over to sit on the bed, "And I suppose you would be willing to lend yourself to the cause?"
"Oh if I must," Hermione replied with mock resignation. "But," She continued briskly, "I believe you had a letter for me."
Lucius chuckled, "Yes, yes of course." He picked the parchment up off the bedside table. "Here you go," He handed it to her bowing his head, mockingly.
Hermione took the letter, "Thank you," She said flipping it over and looking for a crest. There was none, although it was sealed with green wax. She rolled her eyes again, "You know," She said to Lucius as her finger lifted the seal, "You'd think that you Slytherins would grow out of your obsession with green, at some point." Lucius raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Hermione scanned the contents of the letter, and forced her face not to reveal anything. "So tomorrow then," Lucius nodded, "I thought I'd have a little more time to prepare."
"You've had two weeks to prepare to meet Lord Voldemort." Lucius replied, unfeeling, "Besides most of the meetings are held on a Saturday nights, I would have thought you would have known that by now."
"I suppose I should have," Hermione conceded. Rescanning the letter, "So what do I have to know before the meeting?" She was, of course, fully prepared for it, and knew exactly what would be expected of her, but was also aware that she was expected to ask.
He thought for a moment, "A few things, I suppose. I'll have Draco inform you of them tomorrow. I'll be away from the Manor for most of the day, Ministry business, but I'll be back before we leave."
"Draco will be accompanying us then?" She asked neutrally.
"Yes, of course," Lucius replied as if it should have been obvious, "I think perhaps the orgasm has clouded your brain."
Hermione shook her head, "Like I said you're not that good."
Lucius glared at her, "Well, perhaps I should start practicing right now then."
Hermione appeared to consider it, and then shook her head, "No, I don't think so."
"What?" Lucius huffed, "Women don't tell Lucius Malfoy 'no'."
Hermione shrugged unconcerned, as she stood up from the bed, and walked over to her dresser. "This one does," She replied wrapping her dressing gown around herself. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to have a bath, and then retire for the evening." She crossed the room to the door, "I've obviously got quite the day tomorrow, and I'd like to be at my best when I meet Lord Voldemort."
Lucius stood up slowly, walking towards her, "You may live to regret this decision, my dear."
Hermione smiled sweetly, as she put her hand on the doorknob, "It's possible, I suppose. But I doubt it." Hermione returned confidently, although her voice held a note of teasing.
"You know," Lucius said. Placing his hand over Hermione's to prevent her from actually opening the door he turned to face her. "I could have my way with you if I choose."
Again Hermione shrugged, "Yes, I know you could, but I don't think you'd like me that way."
Lucius tilted his head, considering, "No, perhaps not." He turned, opening the door, and stepping over the threshold. "See you tomorrow, Hermione."
Hermione shut the door behind him, and slowly turned into the study, Voldemort's summons still clutched tightly in her hand. Sitting down in at the desk, she again read the letter.
'Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
Lord Voldemort has requested your presence at tomorrow evening's gathering. You will of course be accompanied by Mr. Malfoy, I am certain that he will take care of all the necessary arrangements needed to prepare you for meeting our Lord.
I would like to remind you that it is a very great honour to be invited to meet Lord Voldemort, and an even greater honour because you are a Muggle-born. I hope, for your sake, that you will do nothing to embarrass your kind.
Until tomorrow,
Wormtail'
Hermione's eyes kept returning to the part about what an honour was being bestowed upon her. That made her chuckle. The part however, about "your kind" was less then amusing. It was obviously there to tell her just how Voldemort viewed her. Not that she was expecting much more, although it would have been nice to have gotten a break; gained some footing with the Dark Lord. 'Oh, well,' she sighed, 'that's for tomorrow.' She put the letter in top drawer, making a mental note to send a copy of it to Dumbledore in the morning, and headed for the bathroom.
She showered quickly, and
after drying and plaiting her hair, crawled into bed. She made to reach for the
journal, and decided that she didn't really want to write tonight. She wasn't
entirely certain that she would be lying when she said she'd enjoyed Lucius'
ministration, and she didn't really want to deal with that right at the moment.
'Something else for tomorrow,' she
supposed, and beside she need to concentrate on Voldemort, and that really did mean a good nights rest. Turning out
the lights and dimming the fire, she lay there for sometime before the gods of
slumber decided to be merciful.
Chapter last updated on: November 4, 2002
A/N: The line "Yes I know you could, but I don't think you'd like me that way." Is based on a similar line from Cleopatra, with Elizabeth Taylor. She says to Rex Harrison, Caesar, during one of their many confrontations, "You won't like me this way…" or something like that. It seemed to fit, and I saw the movie recently. As for the Shaft reference, I couldn't resist, and besides, every story should make random references to Shaft. A special thanks to my Beta's Alex and Steph, good job!
