Chapter 3
Nichol was feeling dreadful and it appeared to be showing. Most of the other Professors had expressed concern about her, and had asked if she was sick. Minerva herself had asked her to please go and see Madame Pomfrey. Then Professor Snape stopped her in the corridor and asked her to come to have coffee with him, he too expressed concern about her, 'Miss Reynard, there is something amiss here, do you wish to speak with me off the record?' 'No no, I am fine thanks, honestly, I am just not sleeping so well at the moment'.
'Oh?' said Snape
Sipping her coffee she smiled 'maybe I need to lay off the caffeine?'
'So you are not sleeping then?'
'Just bad dreams that's all, I'm ok, honest'.
'With respect, you really do not look ok'.
'Oh thanks, you know you really know how to charm the ladies don't you?'
'I did not mean, I err, I was not being insulting, I just meant' Snape looked bewildered
'I know what you meant, I was just teasing' Nichol laid a hand on top of Snape's hand' 'maybe I will go and see Madame Pomfrey, she will be able to help me get a good night sleep'.
'I will speak with Professor Dumbledore, and arrange for your classes to be deferred for the rest of this week'.
Professor Snape looked thoughtful 'are you sure you don't want to talk about this? Do you want to tell me about these dreams?'
'No, really, if I just rest a while and get some sleep I will be fine' she leaned towards him then put her coffee cup on the table 'but thank you, thank you for asking'.
After leaving Snape's rooms Nichol headed to the infirmary to find Madame Pomfrey. When she returned to her room Nichol started a bath running. She soaked in the tub for almost an hour and the water was getting cold. Picking up a trashy novel she took a cup of camomile tea with her and headed for her bed. Luckily Madame Pomfrey had offered her the choice of how to take the medication and Nichol had opted for a pill, taking this she settled back against a mountain of pillows and tried to read. The words however were already very fuzzy 'damn' she muttered to herself 'these magical meds work really faaaas' and she was gone.
Without even realising it Nichol was asleep and starting to dream. 'Just one night' she mumbled into the darkness 'just one night with no dreams'.
The dreams had started several weeks earlier, Nichol had returned from Hogsmeade feeling drained and exhausted, she had just had a rather disturbing encounter with the father of one of her pupils. She was more shaken than frightened. Soon after dinner she had the elves light the fire in her room, then took a quick shower and decided to have an early night. She tried to read for a little while but soon she dropped her book and was drifting to sleep.
She did not see a face watching her from within the fireplace, a face with cold cruel eyes, as she drifted into a deeper sleep the face evaporated and a tall figure appeared in the room. Nichol was now in a deep sleep and he was standing over her bed looking down at her.
Leaning towards her he stroked her hair, 'you really should wear her hair down more often, and I would never let you wear it in that infernal matronly knot'. Sweeping some hair from across her throat his eyes fell on the pendant around her neck 'Dumbledore' he sneered 'you may protect her from the spells of children with that thing, but it is nothing to me'. Placing the tip of his wand against her forehead he smiled to himself 'let's see where your dreams take us tonight shall we?' and with that he dissapparated.
Back at his study in Malfoy Manor he removed a green velvet cloth from the desk to reveal a crystal ball beneath it. He poured himself a large brandy and settled back to watch Nichol's dreams unfold, they would be assisted of course by his spell.
Lucius watched in the crystal as Nichol started to dream …
Nichol was walking back across Hogwarts grounds to her rooms, shifting her books and files from one arm to another she realised how much her shoulders and back ached 'I need a really hot bath before dinner' she sighed. Sometimes dinner at Hogwarts could be a bind, all teachers were expected to attend, occasionally Nichol wished she could just retire to her rooms for the evening, but mostly she loved the atmosphere in the great hall and the formality of head and house tables.
When she arrived at her rooms she dropped her books on the desk and flopped onto the couch. Glancing at the clock she noted that she had 2 hours of free time before dinner, 'plenty time for a long hot bath'. Usually she would draw her own bath, but tonight she felt too tired and achy, almost as soon as she thought it a house elf appeared in the room 'mistress you require assistance?' 'Wow, you guys are amazing when you do that' the elf just looked at her and blinked'. 'Yes, please, would you mind awfully drawing me a bath?' 'Certainly mistress' then the elf was gone again.
The scent of Jasmine and Ylang Ylang wafted through from the bathroom so Nichol wandered in there. 'Will there be anything else mistress?' the elf asked.
'Actually, a glass of white wine would be lovely' Nichol replied.
The elf vanished for what seemed like seconds and then was back with a glass of wine. Nichol thanked him and started the light the candles in the bathroom 'please' said the elf 'let me' and with a click of his fingers all the candles were lit, with a slight bow the elf was gone again and Nichol started to undress.
The water was pretty hot and the bathroom was filling with steam, the tub itself was very old, it was a large tub plenty big enough for two people, it had a smooth even roll top edge. Stepping in Nichol lay back into the hot water, feeling the heat starting to revive her aching bones. The aromatherapy oils in the warm water were scenting her skin and the air, closing her eyes Nichol lay against the back of the tub letting her hair spill over the side. 'If only I had someone to share this with' she thought, her imagination bringing a man to the room, he would stand behind the tub and run his fingers through her hair. 'I can almost feel his hands' she whispered as they moved from her hair and ran over the skin on her shoulders, his fingers running smoothly across her skin which was slippery with the combination of water and scented oils.
Nichol sighed as his hands moved lower and stroked the slippery flesh of her breasts, then stroked and pinched her nipples which were just above the warmth of the water and erect in the cooler air of the room. Nichol moaning deep in her throat and her eyes fluttered open. She was stunned to see a figure standing over her head. Almost jumping out of her skin she splashed water over the edge of the tub. Trying to cover her nudity she twisted in the water 'who the hell are you?' she cried. But the figure was silent 'how did you get in here and what do you want?'
The figure never moved, Nichol could not see his face for he wore a long black hooded cloak and a mask, but she could see his eyes moving over her body as though appraising her. 'Get out, get out of her' Nichol screamed at him.
'Be quiet woman' he hissed
'I bloody well will not' cried Nichol, she glanced across the room to see if she could reach her robe if she stood up, but it was too far away.
'You will be quiet or I will make you, no-one will hear you anyway, I have put a silencing spell on these rooms, no-one outside of here will hear a thing'
'I know your voice' said Nichol 'take off that mask'
'Stand up' he ordered
Nichol remained seated
'I said … STAND UP!'
Still Nichol did not move, so he did, walking around the tub he leant forward and taking her hair in his hands he dragged her screaming in pain to her feet. With his hand still holding her hair he pulled her backwards slightly exposing her neck and causing her breasts to push forward as though on offer to him.
Trying to fight against him she tore at his cloak and mask, catching the edge of the mask it came loose and fell to the floor and she was able to see the face of her attacker 'Lucius!' she almost screamed his name. With one hand still holding her hair he unfastened his cloak with his free hand and let it fall to the floor. 'Did you miss me muggle?' he sneered.
'Let go of me you maniac' she cried lashing out and scratching his face.
Lucius ran his fingers across his cheek, when he removed his hand from his face he saw that she had scratched him deep enough to draw blood. Pulling her closer to him, her face almost against his 'Now now Nichol' he snarled 'play nicely!' then he kissed her, crushing her lips with his own. With his lips bruising hers Nichol was disgusted to find she was kissing him back, and he was a damn good kisser, his mouth moist and tongue hard and yet soft against her own. Pulling back her head again he kissed and nibbled her neck, throat and ears, she could hear and feel his breath against her skin. She heard a breathy moan and was unsure if it had come from him or her.
Letting go of her hair he ordered her to stay where she was and he threw off his long black jacket and kicked his cloak away from his feet where it had fallen. Unfastening his black waistcoat he also threw this across the room. Afraid of moving and yet terrified of staying Nichol waited until he twisted to throw his waistcoat then she made a sudden move to jump out of the tub, but it was as though he had read her mind, and as she turned to make her move he too moved and caught her. Pulling her hard against him, her wet skin soaking his white shirt and causing it to cling to his skin and the fabric to become almost transparent. Pressing her against him he slid his hands around her back and grasped her arse, squeezing her cheeks hard, Nichol got a mental picture of her white skin marked with red handprints. Realising how turned on she was getting Nichol tried to pull away 'no' she cried weakly.
'I love it when you struggle' he whispered in her ear. 'But you know you want me so why deny it'.
'No' she had to look away as she said this 'no, I don't'.
'Really?' he sneered, sliding one of his hands around her hips and thrusting it roughly between her legs, roughly grazing her clit and with no warning he pushed two of his fingers inside her. Pulling them straight back out again and back across her clit. She gasped as her legs went weak and she felt that if he were not holding her up she would have fallen. He raised his wet fingers to his face, holding them to his nose briefly before sliding them between his lips and sucking her juices off his skin 'you could have fooled me!'
Nichol tried again to push him away 'no!'
Running his hand down her cheek he said 'Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me'
Back in his study Lucius was transfixed by the occurrences in Nichol's dream. He was not just able to watch, he had in place a magical intervention to ensure that he was the one haunting her dreams. But that had not been necessary; she had already put him there. 'Mmm she fights me, but she wants me' he whispered with a sneer. Feeling his cock growing hard he ran his hand over his crotch as he shifted slightly in his seat and adjusted his cock to ease the pressure of his growing erection.
It was as though part of his being was actually there with her in the dream. He could smell the scented oils and smell and taste her on his fingers. So she has a fantasy about me does she? He thought 'I think it is time I took control of this dream and let her meet the real Lucius not this sap who just looks like me'. He reached out his hand, swept it across the top of the crystal ball and closed his eyes as he smiled to himself.
'Nichol, look at me!' Lucius hissed
Casting her eyes downwards Nichol tried not to look at him.
'Look at me Nichol, this is your dream, you brought me here, so you must want me'
'I, I don't'
'You don't what?'
'I don't know'
'Don't know what? And don't lie to me Nichol, I can spot a lie so don't insult me'
Nichol was realised she was still standing naked and the water around her legs was now cold, she shivered involuntarily.
'Just admit it to me and yourself and I will let you get warm Nichol' he pointed his wand at the water in the tub and the temperature started to drop faster. 'Tell me!'
Shivering more Nichol looked around the room for something to help her. She now had goose bumps all over her body and her nipples were so cold now that they were standing out fully. Lucius raised his hand to one of her breasts and ran his warm fingertips across her aching flesh, then he gripped it between his fingers and rolled the sensitive nipple then pinched it hard. Because of the cold her nipple was overly sensitive and Nichol cried out in pain.
Nichol was shivering non-stop and the water continuing to get colder, it was almost icy now. 'You are very stubborn Nichol, just tell me what you want and I will let you out of there'. She could no longer feel her feet and she felt tired and thought she would faint. Close to tears Nichol felt she had no choice now 'I want you' she whispered.
'Sorry, what was that?' said Lucius.
He grasped her chin and tilted her head up towards him 'I want you'.
'About time too!' he grabbed the huge towel from the heated rail and swept it around her shoulders, scooping her into his arms he walked towards the bedroom. 'You know your lips are blue?' he whispered into her ear.
Placing her down on the rug in front of the dying fire 'I can't feel anything, my whole body is numb' she said through chattering teeth. 'We better warm you up then hadn't we?' he waved his wand towards the fire and it was soon roaring away, he then turned and muttered something and a house elf wearing a dirty pillowcase appeared, Lucius spoke to the elf and he vanished, reappearing minutes later with a large tray, he placed it on the side table and vanished. The tray contained a huge steaming jug of hot chocolate and two large mugs, a bottle of brandy with two glasses and a plate of delicious looking chocolates.
He poured two mugs of the hot chocolate and handed one to her 'what, no marshmallows?' she asked. Lucius looked puzzled 'marsh-what?' 'Marshmallows, they are little fluffy things you float on top of the chocolate' he still looked confused, 'I take it these are something you muggles like?' 'Ah yes' she said 'muggles like me'.
Nichol sipped her hot chocolate and felt the heat starting to spread throughout her body, she had not realised her towel had slipped until Lucius reached out and pinched her nipple. 'Ouch, stop that'.
'Sorry Nichol but this is my dream now, I am the one who calls the shots, and I stop when I want to'.
'Oh and here was me thinking you had turned all nice on me' Nichol said with a grin.
'No fear of that my dear, I just respected how long you held out before giving in to me'
'But what would an evil bastard like you want with a muggle like me?'
'I want what any man would want from a woman, you might only be a muggle, but you come in a welcoming package' he sneered.
'You are going to rape me?' she asked looking fearful.
'Rape? Well it would not be a first for me, but you know you want me and you admitted that yourself' he raised one eyebrow as he looked at her.
'But I don't want you, I just said that so I could get warm again'
'Really now?'
Holding out one hand 'accio mug' she said and the mug vanished from her hand and appeared in his. He put the mug onto the side table. 'accio towel' he said with a wicked grin, and Nichol was again naked in front of him and the towel was in his hand. He threw the towel behind him.
Nichol tried to cover herself with her hands, but each time she covered one thing she realised he could see another. 'Come here Nichol' he ordered as he raised himself onto his knees. When Nichol did not move he said again 'Nichol, come here!' again she did not move. 'Nichol I can make you cooperate using magic, but that would take out the fun for me and you would just have pain'.
Unsure if he was being honest Nichol realised it was probably better to cooperate. She moved to stand, 'No crawl to me'.
'You cannot be serious' she cried.
Lucius moved his hand towards his wand and saw the fear flash in Nichol's eyes. She started to crawl across the floor towards him. 'Good girl' he said in a patronising tone. Once she was in front of him he placed his hand beneath her chin and pulled her up to her knees facing him. Twisting one hand into her hair he tipped back her head and kissed her. Nichol felt her knees weaken he kissed her like a man starving to be touched, she could not help but respond to his kiss and he watched as her eyes fluttered closed.
Breaking the embrace he took hold of her hands and pulled them to his chest. 'Unfasten my shirt Nichol' she ran her palms over the fabric of his shirt, feeling his nipples harden beneath the smooth cotton fabric. She walked her fingertips over his chest towards the buttons and started to unfasten each one in turn. He grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it free of his trousers allowing her access to the last of the buttons. Without being told she ran her fingers over the soft skin of his smooth chest, he had very few chest hairs and those he had were fine and blonde. Sliding her palms over his chest, and nipples she ran them up towards his shoulders pushing the shirt off his shoulders and down onto his arms.
Once she was sure the shirt would stop him grabbing his wand she span around and tried to stand. But she was still cold and her legs started to give way beneath her, stopping herself from falling she barely got 3 steps before Lucius had torn off his shirt and lunged for her. He grabbed her ankles and caused her to fall. She hit the floor hard and winded herself.
Lucius now naked to the waist moved on top of her and pinned her arms above her head. Holding both her hands in one of his he kissed her roughly while his other hand massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples, sliding his hand lower he ran it over her ribs and stomach then ran it along her hip bone before dipping his hand between her legs. He stroked and lightly pinched her clit and stroked the length of her slit.
Nichol felt as though a fire had been lit within her, every inch of her body tingled with heat, when he finally ran a finger along her hidden lips and then dipped it inside her she moaned against his mouth. With his fingers now wet with her juices he ran them back over her clit causing her to gasp and press her hips against his body.
Lucius moved his hand to his belt and unfastened it and his trousers. Shifting slightly he managed to lose the last of his clothing before lying against Nichol. Using his legs he pushed her legs apart, placing his cock against her wet lips, every so often he thrust his hips, causing his cock to slip over her clit. She arched her back and tried to push her hips towards him, whimpering with lust each time he moved and increasing the pressure on her clit.
'Oh this can't be happening' Nichol thought. 'You bastard' she hissed at him 'fuck me, oh please fuck me!' Lucius almost laughed as she wrapped her legs around his back, forcing his cock to slip inside her. She screamed as he lunged deeper into her 'muggle slut' he spat at her as he gave in to his own lust, ignoring Nichol's needs he let go of her hands and grabbed her breasts.
Both of them lost in a moment of lust and hate they scratched and bit each other as Lucius fucked her with pure animal passion. Nichol screamed as her orgasm swept over her, she could feel her inner muscles pulsating trying to draw Lucius deeper inside her.
Lucius looked into her eyes seeing her pupils dilate before she closed her eyes as her orgasm took over her body; he felt her pussy gripping his cock 'ohh fuck!' he cried as he came deep inside her, her pussy muscles still pulsing and milking his cock. As though all the strength had left him he collapsed on top of her.
Once he had caught his breath he laughed 'I'll be seeing you again soon muggle!' and he was gone. There was no sign of his having been there at all except for the tray on the table, all of his clothes had gone.
The next morning when she woke Nichol found she was tangled in her bedclothes and naked, her body covered in scratches, bruises and bite marks. 'Wow she said that was some dream'. There was no sign of the tray from the night before, no sign of the visitor she'd had, but where did these marks come from?
That was the first of many dreams, she never knew when they would happen whether they were real or not, she just woke covered in marks, the only other sign that seemed strange was how wet she was, 'what is happening to me?' she whispered.
Lucius covered the crystal ball and smiled to himself, 'I am going to enjoy playing with this muggle' he took a large swig of his brandy 'one day I will make this not a dream, I will play with her for a while, but I will have this bitch for real, she is mine now!'