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" Hermione," he growled, his wand drawing slow circles over her arm, " Lucius. He's changed, I have a feeling he's not telling the truth."
" Really Tom?"
" Yes. Now, I'd like you to do something for me." he said, and when he said ' I'd like' it meant ' you have to'. And she replied with a lovely little,
" You mean besides being at meetings for you to look at?" and he chuckled.
" Yes, I'm afraid you're taking a step up." he said. A step up, higher, one step closer to being out of this bloody situation!
" Well, then. What is it?"
" Lucius," he sighed," is acting rather odd."
" I haven't noticed anything." she mused, randomly flicking her fingers over the bindings of books.
" Yes, well, you don't know Lucius quite as well as I do. He's keeping something from me."
" Oh. That's not good, not good at all." she said, giving him her best concerned look.
" So, I want you to talk to him." he said as she sat on the edge of an old table.
" Me? But Lucius hates me. Genuinely." she snorted causing him to chuckle again.
" I daresay it is quite the opposite, love." he said, causing a awful frown to form on her face.
" I hope you don't take offence to me saying Lucius isn't really my. . .type."
" Yes, but make him think he is. Make him desire you more. Make him tell you what he's hiding!" he snarled, excited.
" Tom," she pouted, " You are using me."
" For this, love, but you are also using him. You will soon learn, you do anything for what you want." he said, turning, and returning to his desk. She kept a little pout on her face, looking towards the dungeon floor, but within minutes Tom was back to her, his mouth against hers.
Flashback
The sky was overcast with thick grey clouds and the rain seemed to make the old house feel as cold as ice. But Sirius Black could make even the most awful, coldest, greyest day seem warm and fun again. With an endless supply of slightly spiked hot cocoa and old stories of Hogwarts, being packed onto one couch seemed a little less uncomfortable and your toes seemed a little less frozen. Of course Molly was no where in sight, rainy days gave her 'migraines'. And after everyone was seemingly trashed, the music came. And they would dance, Ginny and Hermione doubled over in laughter at the guys. Especially Remus, poor Remus. His back slightly hunched and his arms flinging around and around wildly, his feet doing some odd steps that caused him to stumble around. His head, tucked against his chest and his eyes wide in concentration. They got many pictures too, for blackmailing. But once everyone was exhausted from either dancing or laughing, the music would slow down. It was usually Harry and Ginny who would dance and Ron and Hermione, until Ron seemed to drunk to breath and Harry would take him upstairs. Which then meant, that Ginny and Hermione would decide who would dance with Remus and who with Sirius. It seemed that Hermione usually grabbed Sirius and Ginny, Remus. Sirius was always an excellent dancer, and the alcohol seemed to hardly faze him. He would hold her against him, rather closely, and almost in a seductive way. But when you're a sixteen year old girl and drunk on wizard whiskey and dancing very closely to a very good looking man, you can imagine it being 'seductive'. But one of his hands was always on her hip, and the other hand in her's, swaying rather nicely and rather comfortably. And then Ginny would always be the first to yawn and go upstairs, then Remus without a partner, would stumble into the kitchen to find a anti-hangover potion. Then Sirius and Hermione, were alone, still swaying to the music, even after Hermione was so tired she could hardly keep rhythm. And then, one time, when Sirius thought Hermione was far passed the point of drunk that she would not remember in the morning, he kissed her. Her first kiss. And she smiled and slurred,
" Sirius. . .why do you kiss me when I'm drunk? Why not when I am sober?"
" Because, I am an old man and your are a sixteen year old girl. You would be disgusted."
" That is not true. You are very handsome, and kind, and very young at heart."
" Yes, but not all people would think that, would they Hermione?" he asked.
" No, they wouldn't." she said, a sad sigh escaping her throat. Sirius smiled, and helped her up the stairs and into her bed.
" Now, go to sleep." he said, pulling the covers up over her and leaving the room with a 'what-the-bloody-hell-did-I-do?' expression on his face.
End Flashback
They were all gathered around the large table in the dining room, warm Butterbeer and Fire Whiskey and tea passed around as well as hot soup because it was another one of those grey, cold days. Draco sat by Hermione, which caused odd looks from Molly, who was always very suspicious of everything. And the friendly laughter and smiles seemed to make Hermione feel oddly out of place, as she was so used to black cloaks and screaming and glaring hungry eyes.
" You always wondered why I'm so quiet at these meetings. Do you realize now?" he asked.
" Yes. It's oddly different. It's better, much better, but two or so meetings a week outweigh one a month." she said quietly, so no one would hear.
" Yes, exactly." he breathed, but both Severus, Draco and her all jumped slightly as that awful thing on their arms burned in pain.
" What do we do?" hissed Hermione, bitting on her bottom lip.
" Severus will leave first, then you, then me. Dumbledore will make up some excuse." he said. Severus stood up and strode out of the room, completely unnoticed. Then Hermione stood, and walked out. She pulled on a large wool sweater and then pulled her black cloak on over it. She apparated shortly after Severus, and Draco followed her moments later.
' we can't even have some bloody time with our friends.' she thought, scowling slightly.
" Hermione, something about this meeting is going to be different. " said Severus quietly.
" Really, I'm in for a change." she replied.
" No, not that kind of change. Voldemort is going to put you on the spot, make you give me the Cruciatus. Just do it Hermione, don't argue and act like you enjoy it." he said before rushing off. Hermione paled but kneeled in an empty spot.
" Hermione." growled Tom, smiling at her.
" Hello Tom." she said, giving her best smile.
" You don't look well, feeling a bit sick?" he asked, though he didn't care if she was.
" Yes, I think it is a touch of the flu." she said, feeling someone sit next to her.
" Have you been working on what we talked about?"
" Well, a bit. Trust me, Tom, it will be taken care of."
" That's my girl." he said, leaning down to kiss her.
She opened the door slightly, without knocking, what was better than the element of surprise? He was sitting in a seat at his desk, his feet on the table. The top few buttons of his shirt were open, revealing rather pale skin. He looked up casually.
" Miss Granger."
" Lucius."
" What can I do for you?" he asked, as if Hermione came into his private study on regular occasion.
" Actually, Lucius," she said, shifting seductively, " what can I do for you?"
" Whatever do you mean?" he asked, in fake surprise. She smiled, bitting on her lip.
" I think you know all to well what I mean. I am quite aware of Narcissa's. . .trouble." she said, feeling herself fall into the part she was playing. She felt almost like a whore, seducing a man for money, though in this case it was a secret. His eyes narrowed.
" Who told you that?" he asked, a bit of emotion seeping onto his face.
" Oh, now, I do say a lack of sex does make you a little moody!"
" WHO TOLD Y. . .who told you about Narcissa?" he repeated, this time it was more of an order. Hermione chuckled, dragging her hand along a row of books as she walked.
" Tom of course. He doesn't hide much from me."
" And Tom, does he know you are here?" he asked, suspicious.
" No. And he won't, will he?" she said, and it was also an order. She smiled, walked to the door of the study and locked it. Turned around, with a wonderfully placed smirk as her fingers unbuttoned her blouse.
" Maybe he will." he said, not moving from his seat. Hermione sighed.
" Lucius, if you're really going to sit there and do absolutely nothing, then I will leave." she said, beginning to button her shirt again. She turned, to leave.
" Wait." he said, standing up. She smirked, turning back around, and once again unbuttoning her blouse, this time pulling it off.
" That is what I thought." she said, dropping the blouse onto his desk and pushing him against the wall behind it. He let out a cross between a sigh and a moan, as if he had been deprived of this for far too long. She smirked as she unbuttoned his vest, laying it over her own blouse. He was weak, she had found his weakness. Sex, women who take charge.
' Play the part, think of it as a performance. You're in a movie, Hermione.' she thought, trying to convince herself. Her hands ran up his chest, his surprisingly muscled chest.
" Damn it, girl." he groaned as her hand squeezed the bulge in his pants.
" Now, Lucius," she began, sitting him in his chair, " no touching. If you touch, I might have to just tie you to the chair.
" Do it anyway." he said and she smiled, pulling her wand from behind her ear and saying a spell that bound his hands to the arms of the chair. She leaned against the desk and took of her skirt, leaving her in a camisole and underwear. He looked over her, in envy and awe at her young body. She slid her fingers down the front of her underwear and watched as his eyes closed tightly and then opened again, as if this was a dream. She untied her underwear and sat on his legs, grinding herself against one of them. He groaned and she watched as the bulge in his pants was getting painfully large.
' Just think of it as someone else. As. . .I dunno, Bill.' she thought and almost let out a laugh. Though, she knew she would get pleasure out of this, she kept telling herself this was for Ron and Sirius and all those people who were killed by these creatures. And she unzipped his trousers and acted like his size wasn't going to be a challenge for her, easily pushing herself onto him, her back to his face so she could hide the tears that silently fell.
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