A/N: I'm just going to go right to the story

Disclaimer: No own Harry Potter…

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Bird of Fire

Chapter Two: Behind Closed Doors

Intro by Hermione

Have you ever wondered what goes on behind closed doors? When the streets are clear and the houses are almost dark…except for that one bedroom? Of course you have, it's human nature after all, to go where you shouldn't…

Hermione's heart pounded, millions of different outcomes raced through her head. Some included defiance, some included cowardice. Her hands became clammy as Lucious gave her a stare that was so cold, she could feel the goose bumps form on her skin. "Harry's life…for my slavery," she didn't know what to do try and escape and cause his death, or agree and give up her life for the most part, "I know what I should do, but…"Her thoughts stopped when she looked up and saw that Lucious had become very agitated.

Lucious arched an eyebrow and leaned close, so that their faces were almost touching, his lips curled as his lips formed the words "Times…up."

Hermione's heart sank, a tear slid down her cheek as figuratively and literately she felt her body being lost in an endless torrent of cheap sex.

A/N: It's really short, I know, but I couldn't think of anything…blah.