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As usual- they don't belongs to me blahblahblahblah etc. they belongs to JK ROWLING!
And just as usul the lyric writen in italic style isn't mine neither it belongs to Iron Maiden and is named "Fear is the key" I don't have to mention that they are the gods of heavymetall doI?
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Fear Is the Key
we live our lives in fever
in choking sweat of fear
in the heat of the night you can feel so much
in the heat of the night I scream "Don't touch"
Lucius was angry, very angry. That little bitch had ignored their meeting; he knew that she knew that their second meeting should take place today, directly after she had finished her test, nine o'clock sharp. She would pay dearly for daring to ignore him like that, yes dearly, she couldn't run forever.
'But why am I so anxious to see her?' His mind questioned. 'I'll have her forever; I'll have her around at my every beck and call for the rest of my life… or her life.'
'It was that kiss, wasn't it?' A tiny voice inside his head questioned.
'Yes, the kiss…' Lucius smirked in triumph; he wanted the little Mudblood, his body needed her, his mind longed for her secretly and the fact that she didn't want him made him want her even more. 'How classic… longing for those things you can't have… well I'm a Malfoy and actually I don't give a damn about if she wants me or not. I need her and that's all that matters.'
"Hi! You're new aren't you?" A shrill voice called, Lucius turned around and found a little black haired fairy girl in a painting nearby waving and smiling in his direction.
"As a matter of fact, I don't attend this school anymore. That was a long time ago." Lucius informed in a low tone, he hated talking paintings; especially annoying, talking paintings.
"Oh!" The girls face fell and she looked disappointed, "What a pity."
Lucius sneered and was just about to leave when realisation hit him, this corridor, that wall looked familiar. He turned around and found a very familiar wall which he remembered from his own time at Hogwarts.
'This is the head boy and girl's corridor…' He thought, Lucius remembered this corridor in particular because he himself had been head boy once upon a time. 'They've just switched paintings.'
"Are you leaving?" The little girl called, Lucius whom in just that moment realised where the entrées to the head girl's chamber would be. He smirked and turned around to flash a charming smile in the little girl's direction, this was just too good.
"No, I was just thinking… you see… I'm looking for the head girl. A pretty and smart lady, like your self, wouldn't happen to know where she is, would you?"
"Oh… no, I don't know where she is. Why do you wish to find her?" The little girl smiled and twisted one of her black curls around her little finger in a shy gesture.
"She's my fiancée… and I… promise you won't tell anyone?" Lucius said and faked a blush upon his pale cheeks.
"She's your fiancée!" The little girl squeaked and bounced up and down. "Oh that's so romantic! So you're here to visit her even though you aren't allowed too? Just like in the fairytales? Are you a prince? Is she a princess?"
Lucius almost laughed out loud, was this really the painting that guarded the head girl's chambers? This girl almost made him unsure, back in his time the paintings that guarded the most important rooms were intelligent, patient and strict; this girl was just out of place.
"Yes, she is my fiancée, and no, I'm not allowed to do that." Lucius said and then he grimaced; now he had to say the one word he hated to utter, "I miss her so… I l-l-love her."
"Oh… I promise not to tell anyone that I have seen you, I promise!" The little girl smiled weakly.
Lucius sighed in disappointment; they clearly had moved the head girl and boy's rooms else where. The girl seemed to be thinking and Lucius was about to leave a second time when she suddenly squeaked.
"Mister! You've told me something secret… now I want to return the favour!"
"Indeed?" Lucius muttered.
"I don't know where the head girl is, but I know where she lives!"
"Do you really?" Lucius smirked; well he wasn't mistaken then, how wonderful.
"Yes," the fairy girl in the portrait giggled mischievously, "She lives here; I'm the guardian you see… I'm the one who makes sure she doesn't get unwelcome visitors!"
"Ah… I see, and I think that Dumbledore made a very good choice to make you guardian. You seem to be a very wise and marvellous creature indeed… and beautiful!"
"Really! You don't mean that!" The fairy giggled, "What's your name?"
"Lucius, and yours?" Lucius retorted and flashed one off his charming smiles in the girl's direction.
"Oh, Lucius, that's a wonderful name…" The girl smiled weakly and then spoke. "My name is Pangea Nova Tindra Starlight Dus-"
"You've got that many beautiful names? They really match your own beauty."
"Thanks, mister. You know what? I like you." She once again fell silent and Lucius thanked some unknown power for that, her voice cut through his ears and he didn't like her laugh.
"You know what, Pangea? I think I better get going, I have to find my fiancée." Lucius said in a low tone. "It was a pleasure talking to you, and send my greetings to my lovely fiancée…"
"Oh no! You don't need to do that, mister, you see… um, I'm not allowed to do this, but you are welcome to enter the head girl's chambers…"
"Are you sure?" Lucius almost laughed out loud, this was just too good to be true.
"Of course I'm sure. Speak 'knowledge is the key to power' and then enter." Pangea said and snickered behind one of her milky white hands.
'Knowledge is the key to power? How typical for Hermione to use that old phrase, and she's extremely wrong; knowledge isn't the main factor to power, money is the key to power.' Lucius thought amused and then smiled weakly and spoke.
"Knowledge is the key to power."
Pangea smiled and the portrait swung open, Lucius was about to enter when a very appealing idea hit him, he glanced towards Pangea, whom for the moment hung upside down, watching him with her dark brown eyes.
"And one more thing… when the head girl arrives, don't tell her that I'm in here. It'll be a surprise you see. Do you think that you can keep quiet for my sake, Pangea?"
"Oh, that's so sweet!" Pangea giggled and once again (by force of habit) twirled one of her dark curls around a tiny, white finger, "Of course I won't tell her and ruin your surprise!"
Lucius highly doubted that this girl could keep quiet for one minute but he had to trust her. He flashed her one last winning smile and then entered Hermione's private chambers. The portrait slammed shut behind him and he found himself in complete darkness, he raised his wand and spoke.
"Lumos"
The tip of his wand started to glow. Lucius spotted a large, crimson sofa and an exclusive oak table. The table was fully encumbered with books, scrolls, texts, feather pens, inkbottles and other pencils. The walls in the room were red with touches of gold, decorated with golden lions and crowns. He turned around and found a red armchair with golden embroideries. Everywhere was red, red, red, gold, gold, red, gold and gold.
"Such a Gryffindor." Lucius frowned. It couldn't be healthy to surround oneself with that much gold and red. Once she moved to Malfoy manor he would have to teach her that he wouldn't tolerate a red room in his house. Green, black, blue, white or just plain stone was acceptable, but no red walls.
Outside he suddenly heard voices; he smirked in triumph and placed himself in an armchair. He extinguished the tiny light which emerged from his wand. He waited for one or two seconds before the portrait swung open and Hermione stormed inside.
The portrait slammed shut and inside there was once again dark. Lucius could hear how Hermione moved around in the darkness. He could hear her footsteps and then the soft "click" from a door that opened.
"Lumos funditus." Hermione's voice spoke and Lucius saw a room nearby lighten up by several candles and other light resources.
The streaming sound of water suddenly reached his ears, Hermione was about to take a shower. Lucius smirked, this was indeed a strange but lucky day and young Hermione would soon find out how dearly she had to pay for neglecting him.
I remember a time when we used and abused
and we fought all our battles in vain
I remember a time we thought that passion was free
in the heat of the night... bodies aflame
we live in fever...
She entered her chambers, they lingered in darkness, darkness… oh how she hated darkness. She stumbled around in her living room for a while until she found the one door she was looking for; the door that led the way to the bathroom.
"Lumos funditus." she spoke in a bored tone and the bathroom lit up.
Hermione loved her bathroom, her own shower, the wonderful bathtub and her own private sauna. She took off her clothes and folded them neatly on a nearby chair. She turned on the shower and then took place under the stream.
'Really, I have to do something about my temper.' She thought and reflected over her own outraged pace through the castle.
'But I was so angry! Fucking Malfoy bastard.' She thought irritated and poured some shampoo on to her tangled mass of hair and began franticly massaging the scalp.
'That little Hufflepuff girl didn't deserve that treatment.' A low voice said in her head, Hermione sneered at that voice, she had every right in the world to be angry and that silly little girl just happened to come in her way.
'Good, you are talking to your self; you know that right?' an irritating voice spoke inside her head.
'Like I didn't notice.' another voice snarled back.
'Shut up, this is all Malfoy's doing!'
"Fuck I hate the entire world's Malfoys. I hope they just could die!"
"My, my, my, talking to yourself are you my dearest?" a cold and all too familiar voice said.
I hear your secret heartbeat
I can hear your silent cries
the kids have lost their freedom
and nobody cares till somebody famous dies...
Hermione opened her eyes and found a smirking Lucius Malfoy leaning in the doorframe with an exclusive view over her glorious, naked body. She shrieked and covered herself with her hands, which of course made the blond devil laugh.
"Tut, tut, Hermione, no need for that! I've already seen the crown jewels you've been hiding from me underneath all those layers of unnecessary fabric… and it's not like you'll be able to hide them in the future neither." He said with a huge grin playing on his thin lips.
"Can't you just crawl away and die, Malfoy!" Hermione shrieked, frightened out of her mind but still very, very angry.
"That's not very nice my dearest." Lucius purred and came closer. She swallowed and backed away, but found herself, needless to say, caught between him and the cold tiled wall.
"Don't come closer, I'll scream. This is molestation!" she screamed, still covering her body poorly with her hands and arms.
"Hm… maybe it is." He stopped and studied her with a calculating gaze.
"Yes! Yes it is! Leave my room!" She screamed, surprised that he had stopped but still uncomfortable with him just one arm length between them.
"Bust still…" His eyes burned into her skin and a wicked grin spread over his face, "But still, in the past I had no trouble with that… you must have heard of my reputation through the war…"
Hermione gulped, yes, she'd heard the rumours… rumours about what happened to those unfortunate girls and women that landed in his care or just stumbled across his path. She recognized those burning looks he gave her, how his eyes followed the pearls of water that made their way over her body. She'd seen that look upon many men's faces during the war, mostly on the Death Eaters, but also upon the Aurors; the look a prowler threw its prey, the look upon a person ready to rape someone else.
"I take it you've heard the rumours then," He hummed, "And I can confess to you my dearest, they're all false… it wasn't that way, it was worse."
"You shouldn't be proud, Malfoy!" She hissed, "You've raped those…"
He put a silencing finger over her lips and hushed her. A dangerous glint emerged in his eyes and a stiff smile played on his lips. Hermione stared wide eyed at his face; too dumbfounded to utter one single word.
"Hush my dearest… fear is the key."
He smiled and then roughly grabbed her face and kissed her. He forced her lips apart and traced his tongue over her clenched teeth. His hands let go of her face and graced her neck and shoulders, playing with a stray strand of her hair. They started travelling downwards and began tugging at her arm that still covered her breasts.
'Alert! Alert! Warning! Warning!' Her mind screamed in panic. 'He's going to rape you here, in the shower if you don't do something. DO SOMETHING FOR MERLINS SAKES!'
Smack
The kiss ended abruptly, Lucius withdrew himself from her. On his check a handprint was burning in a pink shade of red. Hermione stared, her mouth hung open, and she couldn't believe herself! First she slapped Draco and now his father… a father that looked ready to kill her now.
'Oh no, no, no! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Gosh! I'm soooo dead!' Her mind whined.
Lucius' leather clad hand tore both her hands loose from her body and pushed her against the wall, the tiles were colder now and she gasped when her bare back came in contact with it. She swallowed desperately and stared into the raging snowstorm in his eyes.
"Don't you ever, ever, dare do that again!" He hissed in her ear, "If you don't wish something very, very nasty to happen to you."
"D-d-don't touch me t-t-then…" She managed to stutter.
He smiled a cold smile and then buried his nose into her thick, curly and soaking wet hair, he nibbled gently on her ear lobe kissing her throat, and shoulders. Ever so gently he loosened his grip around her hands and then, once again, they started to travel over her body. Hermione blinked, it felt nice, nice but disgusting at the same time. She couldn't allow to do? Oh… what to do! ' her mind questioned, 'Slap him again?'
'No! That's a very, VERY bad idea,' another part of her brain answered, 'who know how his sick mind works? Maybe he's turned on by violence?'
'Your hands are free.' the first voice stated.
'I know that you dolt!' the second part sneered. 'Maybe if I…?'
'Yes, that's a GOOD idea!' The first one answered.
Mind made up, Hermione's hands started to fumble along the wall, finally finding what she was searching for; the water tap. She turned the nozzle to freezing cold and then braced herself as she turned on the shower. The cold water started to flow with a loud sound and before Lucius managed to understand what was going on, he yelped in surprise as the cold water streamed over his valuable clothes. In the state of shock he let go of her fully and backed away. Hermione whom was prepared for the cold water jumped aside and then grabbed her towel, sprinted out of the bathroom, slammed the door shut and headed towards her bedroom.
'Oh shit! My wand is still in the bathroom!' Her mind shrieked, 'What to do?'
She closed the door to her bedchambers, placed a chair under her doorknob thus keeping it shut without magic. Then she frantically searched through her room for a weapon or something to use if he would breakthrough the door, which she of course knew he would. She found her favourite book 'Hogwarts a History'. She lifted it from her writing desk and then braced herself for the storm.
"Oh, Hermione, come out, come out wherever you are!" Lucius' voice called from the other side of her door, Hermione swallowed and lifted her book, ready to throw it.
"Alohomora." Lucius spoke. The door vibrated but was still shut.
'He thinks I have my wand, he thinks that I've locked my door with magic!' She thought, maybe she could use it to her advantage.
"Dissendium!" Lucius bellowed on the other side of the door, this time Hermione heard a loud crack from her door, but it was still intact.
"Foris aduro!" The powerful door-blowing charm hit the door with a loud, cracking noise. The thick wood split in two and fell to the floor.
Hermione shrieked and threw her book with her eyes shut, hoping that Lucius would be hit and drop dead there on the spot.
"Confuto modo!" Hermione could nearly hear how her book froze in mid-air, due to Lucius' freezing charm, she gulped but kept her eyes shut.
"Petrificus totalus!" Hermione opened her eyes just in time to see the spell as it hit her. She could feel how her body became stiff as she fell to the floor, the towel she'd grabbed in her hurry was still tightly wrapped around her tiny body; a fact she was very grateful for.
"Hermione, Hermione, you aren't that clever after all." She heard Lucius' voice from somwhere above, she could just see his black boots as they approached.
"But no need to worry my dearest, you see, I find you very amusing," She heard him laugh and then saw how he bent forward, his hair dripping water and some drops fell on Hermines face. "And the fact that you don't want me makes you even more desirable, but this isn't the time to show you my desire for you... Consisto!"
Hermione found herself free from the body binding. She was about to rise and run as fast as she could, but was stopped by Lucius whom captured one of her wrists and dragged her on to her feet.
"Just leave me, Malfoy, just leave me alone!" She begged and started crying.
"Ah woman tears… some men can't resist them, but you know that I can…" His index finger touched her wet cheeks, he smiled and said, "Kiss me; kiss me and I'll leave you for now"
She stared; he couldn't mean that…could he? She closed her eyes and then she just did it; she stood tip-toed and kissed his lips. But what was meant to be a peck on the lips became much more because when Hermione withdrew her lips Lucius' followed. His arms caught her and with fiery passion he deepened the kiss. At first she tried to struggle, tried to push him off but that failed miserably as his iron-grip just became tighter. His tongue swirled around hers gracefully, stroking and tempting and she let him. She stopped fighting; she just stood there and let him have his way with her.
He seemed to realise that because his grip loosened and his right hand started to travel downwards, making lazy circles on her back and fondled her ass. He lifted the towel just a bit higher, allowing his hand access to her soft, milky white skin in the section of her upper thigh. Suddenly he stopped, he ended the kiss and withdrew his head, flashing a smile and said:
"You did well my dear, and you must be exhausted," He tilted forward once more and kissed her forehead, "Sweet dreams, dearest… and remember, fear is the key."
He left her then, exiting her room and her chambers. Hermione stood there with the towel wrapped around her, messy, wet hair and a frightened look upon her face.
'Bloody hell! He's even scarier when he's nice!'
I remember a time when we used and abused
and we fought all our battles in vain
I remember a time we thought that passion was free
in the heat of the night... bodies aflame
Now we live, in a world of uncertainty
fear is the key - to what you want to be
you don't get a say the majority gets it's way
you're outnumbered by the bastards till the day you die...
Aww... look at that - the end?
So... what do you think? I really enjoyed writing it hope you liked reading it ;)
Hmm... I'm planing to write newt chapter this or next week and i planned to include Ron in that one... NO NO NO! Ther'll be no Ron/Hermione fic but i think it could bring som perspective... and give Lucius thechans to be that bastard again;)
Thanks to my lovely reviewers and my beta - keep on feeding my ego ;)