Disclaimer:I can pretend to own Harry but I might get into trouble.

A/N:I can't believe the response I'm getting for this story. It's a little wierd that you are all liking it but it's great. It's also completely wrong that I'm writing this pairing but I can't help myself. Isis3110 - Have I nearly converted you to this pairing then? MiSSxMELON - Hermione doesn't fair to well in this chappie. I thought you were absolutely right and she was having too much of an easy time. midniteblusoccer - Tis very kinky.....but you like it. ;-). Wretched Beauty - I do try my best when it comes to cliffies, I can't help myself. Jenni - You're very welcome for the first four chapters. I'm glad you think the story is great. Donroth - You're completely right, Lucius is quite a bit OOC but if he wasn't then I don't think I could write this story. I am trying my absolute best to keep him in character though. You may also stop grovelling at my feet, although it was nice, as here is the next installment. Thanks guys for reviewing. It completely makes my day when I get these reviews and thank god that there are no flames yet but I'm sure it will come at some point in this story. Now I must go as I have no idea what to do for chapter six. Enjoy.

Chapter Five

Hermione hastily pushed Lucius away in disgust.

"What are you doing?" She breathed at him. He stared at her, in horror at what he had done. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing would come out. Without answering her question, he spun on his heel and raced out of the room.

Hermione stood rooted to the spot, still watching the door. She wasn't sure how long she had been stood there before she snapped out of it. She started doing things around the room but not really knowing what she was doing. She closed the curtains on the beautiful sunset, causing two dozen lit candles to appear floating around the room. She opened the drapes around the bed, forgetting the fact that the painting could come back and annoy her. She straightened the already straight quilt. She arranged the parchment, ink wells and quills neatly on the desk.

It wasn't until Hermione picked the book off the floor that had fallen from her lap in the hurry to stop him leaving, that it suddenly dawned on her what had happened. She sunk down into the chair and slowly traced her lips with her fingertips.

Lucius was stalking round his bedroom. What had overcome him? This was completely wrong.

"Why did it feel so right, then?" He whispered to himself as he sat down on one of the steps leading up to his extremely large bed.

Where were these feelings coming from? He hadn't felt like this since he was a boy. Although the exterior showed Lucius as calm and collected, it was a different story inside. There was a mixture of giddiness, passion and fear rolling around together, all of them trying to fight to the surface. There was also another emotion fighting inside of him. He just couldn't work out what it was.

Lucius had never felt like this with Narcissa. Their marriage had been based more on business than pleasure. Of course he had loved her but only as a brother would love his sister. The only thing that he missed about her was how she would listen to his problems at the end of the day. Then she would help him find a solution to them. With Hermione, which he was struggling to fathom, he missed her right now. He missed her sad eyes and she was only a couple of rooms away.

What he was feeling now with Hermione had not once turned up in his twenty years of marriage to Narcissa. What scared him the most out of all this strangeness was that these feelings had just 'happened' in less than forty eight hours.

A wild variety of thoughts and questions started racing through Hermione's mind.

'Did that really happen? This book looks interesting. Wonder if I can get another one when I've finished reading this one. This is a nice place. Wish I could explore or get a book on it. What made him do it? I hope Harry and Ron don't give up on finding me. It was a nice kiss. I hope I'm not missing too much school work. How am I going to revise without my notes? Wonder if-.........WAIT! IT WAS A NICE KISS! Did I really just think that?'

Hermione took to pacing the room like a wild animal. Never in a million years did she think that her life could ever go in this direction.

"In a state again I see." The familiar voice drawled out.

"I'm not in the mood for you. Just go away." She told him quietly without looking up at the painting.

"No, that would be too easy for you." She halted to look at him. He was sat in the frame, smirking at her.

"Fine. Stay if you must, I don't care." His smirk widened at the thought that he had won. Hermione grabbed one of the quills off the desk and dipped it in one of the many ink wells. She got on to the bed, crawling over to the painting, careful not to drop ink on the bed. "Now be sure you want to stay." She raised the quill to the painting ready to draw on it.

"You wouldn't dare." He whispered with absolute horror on his face. Hermione made one smooth line on his left cheek. He gasped as he grabbed his cheek. She swiftly made another mark on his other cheek. "Stop it, you insolent little Mudblood!" She then drew one long line across his form.

"Miss Granger, would you care to leave Mr Malfoy's painting alone. I'm sure he will not take kindly to this after the kind hospitality he has shown you." A cold voice spoke behind her. She dropped the quill on the pillow as her hand started to shake. Slowly turning around she saw the form of Voldemort stood at the end of her bed.

"What do you want with me now?" She boldly asked. She was thankful that her voice didn't fail her and stayed steady.

"I thought I explained that to you."

"You can kill me now then. You'll never get Harry though me." She spat at him with intense hate.

"I don't intend to kill you. Not yet anyway." He laughed coldly at her. "Come, we're going to see your very generous host."

"I'd rather not." Hermione sat back on the bed defiantly.

"Do not test me girl." Hermione held his cold stare. She was acting braver than she actually felt. "Have it your way then. Imperio." Hermione felt herself floating. She remembered this feeling but she wasn't sure where.

"Come to me." A voice commanded her in the distance. 'Seems reasonable.' She thought to herself and did as she was told. She felt a sharp grip on her arm as she was pulled along. 'This is nice.'

Before she knew what was happening, Hermione had come back to her senses and was stood in front of Lucius. He was staring down at her with disgust. Those cold eyes were burning into her, making her flinch. She had never seen eyes so cruel, not even in Voldemort's.

"How can I serve you today, master?" Lucius asked as he turned and bowed low to Voldemort.

"Today we start our plan. Bind the girl up." He ordered coldly. Lucius flicked his wand, shooting out snake-like ropes that quickly bound her tight from her shoulders to her ankles. She lost her balance and fell forward onto Lucius. He picked her up and placed her on a table that Voldemort had conjured up. Lucius then proceeded to gag her with a silk scarf. He then moved to stand on a step leading up to his bed.

Hermione's head suddenly felt on fire as she saw hundreds of images flash through her mind. She tried to scream but couldn't. She tried to concentrate on the images to ease the pain but it didn't help, it only made her dizzy. The pain was steadily getting worse while the images sped up. 'Please stop.' She thought to herself. To her surprise it did.

"What happened, my lord?" She heard Lucius asked. Her vision couldn't quite adjust; she was still reeling from the agony with white spots dancing in front of her eyes.

"Powerful mind this one." She heard Voldemort gasp. "She could be more useful than we thought." The images and pain soon started again, only this time the images were slow enough for her to see. They were her memories. The one she could see now were when she had started to take her first steps. She didn't actually remember doing it at the time but she was seeing it all now. She was slowly walking towards her smiling mum, nervously looking back at her dad, but she got there. The images then skipped forward to her first day at school. She was excited yet nervous, waving to her parents as they left her.

The images then skipped to a few years later. She was being bullied yet again for being smart. 'NO, YOU CAN'T SEE THOSE!' She practically screamed out in her thoughts. The pain lessened but didn't stop and the images came to a stop. Hermione felt the tears slipping down the sides of her face as she saw the frozen image of two girls pushing her as she tried to ignore them and get into her classroom. She had forgotten about those girls. She had friends now who always stood by her side.

"Maybe we should stop now, my lord. The girl doesn't look like she'll last if we carry on." She heard Lucius suggest, almost plead even. There was a pause before Voldemort replied. The image disappeared but the ache in her head carried on, as did the tears from the memory.

"I'll be back tomorrow. This is going to take a little time but it will be done." She heard him say. She still had dancing spots in her eyes that seemed to be taunting her. She heard a pop, which she assumed to be Voldemort leaving. The ropes around her vanished. Her hands went straight to her head. She rubbed her temples roughly; trying to bury the pain along with those memories she had desperately tried to forget when she started Hogwarts.

Hermione felt herself being lifted and carried to another place. After a few minutes she felt herself being placed on something comfy.

"Had another disagreement with my painting, Miss Granger?" Lucius asked. Was that humour she could hear in his voice? She still couldn't see fully, just shadows, so she could not even see his face to see if there was a smirk on it.

"He was asking for it." She whispered, rolling onto her side. She heard him walk away from her and then come back. She felt him pull her up into a sitting position.

"Drink this." She fumbled for what he was offering her. With his guidance, she drank the bitter potion, feeling the throbbing in her head subside. To her surprise her vision didn't come back to her as the ache left.

"Why can I not see properly?" She demanded more than asked as she lay back down.

"It's a side effect that will disappear in a few hours." He explained to her.

"What did he do to me?" She asked as she felt him pull a sheet over her.

"I think it's best if you don't know for now."

Was that sympathy in his voice now? Hermione was surprised at the different tones she was picking up in his voice now that she couldn't make out his face.

"Go to sleep. You'll have your sight again by the morning."

"Wait. Why did you kiss me before?" She asked quickly, hearing his footsteps come to a stop.

"It was a mistake but I have my reasons and it is best if you don't know them." Hermione didn't argue back as she listened to his retreating footsteps then the door clicking shut behind him.

Hermione started crying softly into her pillow. The memories had left a more painful mark on her soul than the spell on her mind ever could.