With a loud pop from the displaced air she found herself back in her bedroom. She quickly withdrew her hand from his and stepped back from Malfoy. The room was alight with dozens of candles and flower arrangements filled the room. It looked like a honeymoon suite.
Ignoring her, Malfoy began to unbutton his white shirt almost casually.
Hermione gulped.
"I've got to go to the loo," she mumbled, and then sprinted into the bathroom and shut the door. She knew better than to lock it as Malfoy could easily open it if she attempted to hide from him.
Her full bladder reminded her that she'd not been telling a lying exactly, so she took care of that first. She carefully washed her hands in the sink afterwards and noted that whatever else he'd done to her magically, her PMS symptoms seemed to have vanished completely.
She looked into the mirror at her white as milk face.
'Dear Lord,' she thought. 'He expects me to let him...'
Hermione had decided to stay virginal until she was in pledged in some way to a man. Married or, at least, engaged. Not that her hormones were different from anyone else's she'd been tempted to go beyond light petting on several occasions with Ron. But the idea of sex for sex's sake was abhorrent to her. Once the decision had been made Hermione had been quite comfortable with it.
Hermione felt a sharp pang of loss when she thought about Ron. He had finally started to take their relationship seriously and had managed to gather the courage to officially ask her out on a date when she'd visited the Burrow during a week in July. Her parents and his family had teased them both gently but mercilessly about "finally" getting to the point, but there had been no malice in it and a genuine feeling of happiness for the couple. Feeling a little faint she, turned on the taps and splashed cold water on her face, then patted it dry with a hand towel
A knock on the door broke up her reverie.
"Come out, girl," she heard Malfoy say.
Her legs felt numb and stiff as she reached for the door and opened it. Her face hot, she reentered the bedroom with great trepidation. A quick glance showed that the house-elf had already put fresh sheets on the bed and the duvet was already turned down waiting for them.
Malfoy was standing in the center of the room his arms crossed over his bare chest. His pants were still on; but he'd removed his boots so he stood there in his bare feet.
'Damn, the man! He looks completely in control even when he's half-naked,' she thought peevishly.
Heart thudding in double time rhythm she was unable to stop gaping at him, her gaze running up and down his body. His chest showed a well developed musculature while being almost hairless. What hair there was ran in a thin blond trail down his stomach and into his pants.
The wizard, despite being middle-aged, exhibited no signs of softening or extra weight around his stomach which was flat as a washboard. His legs looked very long and supple in the expensive black trousers that he wore.
Looking at him, she could easily be fooled into believing him to be ten years younger than the current forty years plus Hermione knew him to be.
'He must take very good care of himself to look so,' she thought idly.
"I take it you like what you're seeing," he said, preening under her appreciative gaze.
Hermione, who'd at that moment, had been busily inspecting the way his trousers hugged his buttocks, turned her head away in complete mortification. She felt overwhelming sense of shame to have even allowed her thoughts to wander down that road.
'You stupid girl. He's your enemy. You can't trust him. He hates you and your friends. He'd kill you now if you weren't useful to him,' her common sense scolded her.
The silence began to linger as she continued to stare steadfastly at the floor, refusing to look back at the man. She found herself twisting her hands fretfully in front of her in an attempt to break the tension in the room. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she sent a fleeting look at him, trying to read his facial expression.
'Why do I even care what he's thinking?' she asked herself.
It was a rhetorical question really, though. He could make this occasion very painful and unpleasant if he chose to do so. Malfoy was in complete control of what happened between them and that thought was entirely terrifying in and of itself. His neutral expression gave nothing away. She didn't know whether he was disgusted, angry or even lust-filled at the idea of their coupling. It was quite unnerving.
"Come here," he said, waving her forward.
Hearing the note of command in his voice, Hermione inwardly bristled, wanting badly to disobey him but her inner voice cautioned against direct disobedience. There might be serious repercussions if she were to anger the man at this most delicate of moments.
She moved cautiously to him not knowing what to expect. Once she was within arms length she stayed as still as possible. Lucius reached back and removed the black ribbon holding his shining golden mane away from his face. His shoulder length hair fell forward around his face. He dropped the ribbon to the floor.
'Run' screamed one part of her mind while the other whispered 'stay, you know you have to.'
Torn between two equally strong directives she did nothing and Malfoy's hands came up to frame her face. He tilted her head towards him and lowered his lips to hers. Hermione shut her eyes tightly in denial.
'He shouldn't kiss me,' she thought, 'kissing is for lovers.'
Hermione felt a gentle touch of warm lips slowly stroking against her own. She suddenly remembered to breath, and gasped to draw in some much needed air. Malfoy immediately took advantage and his tongue moved snake-like into her mouth to ruthlessly explore it. One of his hands then dropped to her waist and pulled her in tightly to his body. She could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach. Unconsciously, she started to move her hips against him. Lucius growled into her mouth.
'I did that,' she thought dazedly, 'I made him want me.'
Feeling a rush of feminine power she never known until now, she lifted her arms and looped them around his neck. Malfoy broke the kiss off abruptly leaving her breathless. Hermione's eyes shot open to see him looking down at her, his eyes boring holes into her.
'Oh Gods,' she thought. 'He must think me a slut,' she thought, embarrassed at how quickly she'd forgotten that he was the enemy.
But he didn't seem angry or contemptuous; in fact, he looked rather pleased which caused her to shiver all over.
"Touch me," he said.
Bypassing thought and following her instincts, Hermione dropped one of her arms from around his neck. She took that free hand and touched her fingers to his chest, trailing them along until she stopped at one of his pink, flat nipples. Her long fingers circled the aureole gently, inspecting and investigating his body shyly.
This drew a low rumble of approval from Malfoy much to her surprise and delight. Feeling bolder now, Hermione lowered her head to the nipple, first kissing it and then proceeding to lick it softly in small, cat-like strokes. Hermione felt the hair at the back of her head grabbed and Malfoy pulled her away from him. She panicked a little wondering if she had done something wrong.
The Death Eater reached down to the front of her robes and started rapidly to untie the laces that made up the bodice front of her robe. Once Lucius finished that he pulled the robes over her head and dropped them to the floor. She stood shivering in her underclothes. Malfoy ran his hands down and picked up one foot and then the other removing her shoes and flinging them into the corner.
When he finished he inspected his prize his eyes burning a trail over her body.
Hermione felt foolish and very vulnerable standing there in her thin slip, undergoing his detailed inspection. Her breasts, she knew, were too big and her hips were too far too curvaceous for the current fashion of the day. But up until now, it hadn't been a problem, as she'd always been able to hide her generous curves under her school robes.
'Don't be silly darling,' her mother had told her on more than one occasion, 'men adore a woman with curves as you'll find out one day,' she said laughing.
Hermione turned her head away, reluctant to meet his eyes, afraid of what she might see. She hadn't found a brassiere in the wardrobe to wear only this slip and the small underpants that she wore beneath it so the outlines of her hardening nipples showed clearly against the silk of the slip. She jumped as she felt his hands caressing both of her breasts and fingers pushing her slip down to expose them to his sight.
"Beautiful," she heard him say. "If I'd known you had such stunning assets I'd have imprisoned you long before this," he said with a dark chuckle.
Feeling stung by what she believed to be his mockery Hermione stiffened in his arms. Malfoy turned her head back and locked gazes with her. She felt that now familiar itch but he broke the contact after a few seconds.
"You don't believe me?" he asked silkily.
He lowered his head and whispered into her ear, "I'd have stolen you away, brought you to one of my houses, and chained you to my bed for my pleasure," he said in a lust roughened voice.
Hermione felt an initial rush of pleasure at the confirmation of his attraction, but then was quickly replaced by horror and shame.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' her mind raged, 'he's talking about sexual slavery. He's an evil, dark wizard and you're practically begging for his attentions…what kind of woman are you?'
While her mind was still whirling Malfoy pushed the slip further down, this time past her hips and it dropped with a silken hush to the floor.
'So this is it then. The man I lose my virginity to…who ends up changing my life forever. No love or even affection involved, I'm just a tool for him to achieve his ends. I could be anyone really so long as my body could be used as an incubator,' she thought sadly.
"You think too much, Hermione," he said, breaking into her thoughts, surprising her by using her first name.
He pulled her head around with his hands so that she was looking at him. "Enjoy the moment because, in the end, that's all any of us has," he said cynically.
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