A/N: First of all sorry that this update took so long, my muse decided to go gallivanting off somewhere leaving me hanging high and dry and didn't decide to show her face again until today. The first few paragraphs took 2 days to write while the rest flowed out this afternoon/evening. Anyway, hopefully the surprise visitor will make up for the delay he he. Secondly thank you as always to all my very kind reviewers! I love reading your comments, you are all far too sweet.
Fairy of Fire and Fury: Aww, I'm sorry to hear you have to go traipsing around on a golf course again, I just hope that the "action" is this chapter is to your liking.
Alaksandra: I knew someone would make a suggestion like that for her punishment! However I have yet to actually devise one fitting for her disobedience.
Song Angel: Thank you very much, that is very kind of you, but please do not stop updating your own work!
litachk9: if that made you shiver you're in for a seizure...
slytherinsess: I know that my story does not contain a lot of conversation, I find dialouge a little hard to write without it either becoming confusing or just sounding utterly lame to me. I promise to try and incorporate more over time, just be patient with me.
Caeria: Yes, I will admit that it is indeed quite unlikely for anyone to place a young woman in the care of an older man, especially one such as Severus, however this is a fanfic, the world were the believeable doesn't always happen and the unbelievable is guaranteed.
Taste's Like Home: Wow, thank you for your wonderful review! Yes Hermione does come off a little too timid, I have a hard time nailing down her character. What can I say? It is the dark, brooding and moody types that I enjoy writing the most.
For those that I did not thank individually, please do not be offended. I value all of your reviews so much. Anyway, enough blabbing from me. Please enjoy and I will get the next chapter up as soon as possible. More scathing remarks from Severus on the way as well as a big helping of guilt.
Walking into the bathroom with a rather obvious limp Hermione held back her whimpers of pain by biting into her lower lip, the taste of dried blood and dirt filling her mouth as her somewhat clumsy hands braced the doorframe for support. A whispered "lumos" flooded the room with light, her eyes instantly watering and stinging as she lowered her head using the matted veil of her hair to shield her sensitive eyes. Leaning against the edge of the sink she looked hesitantly up into the mirror before her, a small gasp flowing over her lips at her own ragged appearance. A bandaged hand slowly rose to pull a twig from her tousled curls while she let out a sigh of frustration at the multitude of leaves and small twigs remaining tangled throughout her hair.
"Merlin, what a sight I make!" she exclaimed in a low voice as she studied the scratched and bruised face looking back at her with a bewildered expression shinning in her eyes. Sighing loudly she lowered her head for a moment pressing the heel of her hands against her aching eyes.
"How could I have been so foolish to wander out there alone and without a wand? Oh he is going to make my life even more of a living hell for this" she mused solemnly, her voice quavering as it echoed in the small bathroom.
"You're a Gryffindor that's why!" the mirror before her said in a tone dripping with disdain. "Rushing off gallantly into the unknown with no thought for others or the effects it might have" it continued while scowling at her reproachfully. Rolling her eyes in exasperation Hermione pushed herself away from the sink muttering under her breath,
"What would you know? You're just a mirror."
With a series of huffs and sighs she managed to remove one shoe revealing a horribly swollen and bruised ankle that throbbed at the slightest touch. Gently placing the engorged limb upon the cool floor she drew in a sharp hiss of pain between clenched teeth as even the subtle pressure caused pain. Trying to precariously perch herself against the edge of the sink Hermione struggled to remove her other shoe with as little discomfort as possible without landing firmly on her behind. However despite her best efforts, Hermione did indeed find herself promptly landing on her rear end with a thud while it began to throb with a dull ache. Sighing loudly she looked up to see the shoe in question firmly grasped in her hand and still encasing her foot. Growling in frustration she gave another strong yank, feeling the shoe finally give way the recoil from her actions causing the tennis shoe to narrowly miss hitting her directly in the cheek.
Burying her face in her swaddled hands she whimpered softly into her palms,
"Merlin, what did I do to deserve this?" Ignore a teacher's warnings, go gallivanting off into the Forbidden Forest, get yourself immediately lost, oh and the subject matter of your dreams recently might have contributed to your run of bad luck too a snarky voice inside her head scowled severely, sounding alarmingly like a certain Professor. Heaving a sigh of defeat and gripping the edge of the sink she tried to pull herself back to her unsteady feet with as much finesse as can be achieved when your entire body aches and exhaustion has set deep into your bones.
Brusquely brushing her hair back from her face she peered at the mirror once more, seeing her reflection still sneering at her with contempt she turned away and began peeling off the torn and dirty sweater, letting it fall to the floor haphazardly. Soon to follow were her tattered and filthy jeans until she was left standing only in her underwear, the chill of the dungeons causing goose bumps to rise along her arms, a shiver running through her body. Quickly shedding the remainder of her clothes she limped towards the open shower that truly was no more than one end of the bathroom, the cold stone floor replaced by a checkerboard of black and green tiles that gradually slopped down in the center towards one central drain. Black marble tiles adorned the three walls of the shower, a gleaming silver shower head sculpted in the guise of a snake ready to strike extended from the wall, two silver taps fixed to the wall. A small glass shelf was attached to the back of the shower, an assortment of colored glass bottles in all shapes and sizes covering its surface.
Fiddling with the taps to adjust the water Hermione tentatively reached out a slender hand to test the temperature, finding it comfortable she stepped carefully into the warm stream. Soothing water flowed over her chill skin, spreading a soft warmth throughout her as tilting her head back she let it flow in a steady stream over her face. The water pummeled against her up-turned cheeks, pursed lips and closed eyelids, stinging the cuts and scratches while washing away the dirt and dried blood. Her arms instinctively curled in towards her body, pressed against her chest while her hands cupped against her collar bone as though in prayer, her fingers splayed against the tender flesh of her throat. The uncontrollable heap of hair gradually gave way beneath the steady surge of water, becoming slick and heavy as it hung down her back, the ends caressing the top of her buttocks as she arched her back languidly.
Sweeping her hair forward over her shoulder Hermione turned slowly emitting a low sigh of mingled pleasure and pain as she felt the water flow down her back, easing her tense and aching muscles, drumming along her spine like a thousand tiny massaging fingers. Rolling her head slowly from side to side in an effort to loosen her tightened muscles and direct the flow of water to some of the more troublesome spots she looked up through heavy wet lashes at the small shelf before her whispering softly,
"Accio soap" a small bar of lavender scented soap floating towards her.
Soon scrubbed from head to foot Hermione turned back to face the shower head, watching with lowered eyes as rivulets of soap suds ran down the line of her body, dripping between her breasts, over the small swell of her belly and down the long length of her well toned legs before disappearing into the drain. It was with a small amount of difficulty that she managed to pick all of the debris from her hair before dousing it with a large amount of shampoo, working it into a frantic lather, the intense and rapid movements of her fingers against her scalp a vain attempt to also rub away the thoughts that ran through her mind. How many more days until school starts again? she wondered bitterly, all too eager for her vacation into the dungeons to be over. You've only been here for three days a voice inside her mind exclaimed. Exhaling deeply, surrounded by the soft and delicate scent of lavender and other herbs she hung her head sullenly, it feels more like three years.
"How am I ever going to survive this?" she pondered aloud as she turned off the shower and cautiously stepped onto the cold floor, watching half dazed as a dark spot expanded on the stone around her feet, water trickling from her body in a steady drip.
Surrounding herself in a large and deliciously soft black towel she shivered suddenly in the cool air of the bathroom as goose bumps rose along her arms and legs, her hair hanging limp and still quite tangled in her face as she ran a hand over the mirror to clear away the steam.
"You look like a drowned rat" the mirror scowled snidely with a look of utter contempt plastered across her youthful face. Rolling her eyes in disdain Hermione opted to simply ignore the spiteful comments directed at her, what did the opinion of an enchanted mirror matter anyway? Wrapping the towel more securely around herself she reached for the bottle of healing potion that she had left upon the edge of the sink, her fingers fumbling a little with the small stopper before pouring a little of the shimmering blue liquid onto her fingertips. Her slightly stinging cheeks instantly felt a soothing coolness spread over them as she began rubbing the potion into her skin, taking care to avoid her eyes that batted lazily, heavy with weariness and large droplets of moisture. Once her face was covered with a thin sheen she began covering her bruises and grazed knees and shins with potion, the small bottle soon empty as she looked down at the disconcerting sight of her horribly bruised and disfigured ankle, a large black and purple mark wrapping around her foot in an angry looking band. The other ankle too showed signs of injury, sporting the distinct impression left by an overly firm and demanding grip, the shape of Severus' hand clearly defined against her pale and otherwise flawless skin. Bloody beast, how dare he handle me so roughly! She scowled irritably, overcome with the sudden urge to storm into the sitting room and give him a piece of her mind. Because you insolent whelp, he saved your life and you didn't even have the common decency to thank him, a clear and bitter voice snapped back, sounding surprisingly like the man in question.
"Fantastic, now I sound like the despicable man" she huffed petulantly as she limped out of the room, giving the cantankerous mirror one final glare.
Glancing around the room she sought out her wand finding only the rumpled bed sheets that she had thrown into disarray in her endeavor to escape Severus, her soiled and tattered coat lying discarded beside the bed and one solitary candle burning atop the dresser beside the single chair. A sudden jolt of panic began as a thick knot in her abdomen, nauseating and as heavy as lead in caused her stomach to twist and flip unpleasantly as her heart started to thump nervously against her ribs. Where the hell is my wand? she fretted as her eyes frantically scanned the dully light room, sweeping over its meager contents, finding no hint nor sign of her wands whereabouts. Fucking brilliant! What else can go wrong? a small and simpering voice asked, her eyes instantly stinging with the threat of tears. Sinking onto the edge of the bed she resting the heels of her palms against her eyes, biting back her tears and drawing in a series long deep breath through her clenched teeth while wracking her exhausted brain for the location of her wand.
Several long moments later she rose to her feet with a rushing exhalation of air and a wince she hobbled her way to the door, the sound of hushed voices from the next room skidding across the surface of her awareness as she drew the door open and stepping into the sitting room began in a trembling voice,
"Professor I cannot find my…" her voice died swiftly in her throat, her lungs failing to act for a moment that seemed to stretch on forever as she stood frozen and still somewhat dripping in the doorway. Her jaw hung open limply, chocolate brown eyes as large as saucers as she stared shocked and terrified at the two men gathered in front of the fireplace, the wildly flickering orange light casting lurching shadows up into their equally severe faces. Quickly snapping her jaw shut Hermione drew in a quivering breath and swallowing hard took a hesitant step backwards, ready to flea into the room behind her. However, the cool grey eyes that focused on her held her firmly planted to the spot, those unbelievably pale orbs full of cruelty and choking contempt.
"Severus my dear friend, I was not aware that you were entertaining company this evening" a cool and silken voice drawled with a hint of dark amusement. Hermione's doe eyes instantly flickered to the face of her Potions Professor, her heart immediately frozen at the deep and threatening scowl that had settled upon his face, his obsidian eyes full of hatred and a promise of pain and suffering yet to come. Seeing her acknowledgement of his unspoken threat in her face he quickly schooled his expression to one of aloof boredom before the man beside him drew his unabashedly wandering gaze from Hermione.
"She is of no importance Lucius" Severus began in a cool voice that made Hermione all too aware that he spoke the complete truth, his disdain and contempt for her painfully obvious. "The matter at hand takes precedence" he continued on as he tried to draw Lucius' focus back to himself and away from the girl that had suddenly become a very large and troublesome threat to his life. "Go back to bed, I will deal with you later" he said in a tone dripping will poison, the coldness of his tone and the raw anger flickering in his gaze making Hermione tremble on her unsteady feet. Quickly lowering her head in acquiescence and a desperate need to avoid the icy and blatantly lustful gaze of other man present she nodded and whispered an obedient sounding "Yes Sir" before taking another step back and beginning to turn away in fear and relief.
"Wait Severus" Lucius began in his ever chilling drawl, the liquid velvet quality of his voice swirling around Hermione like an almost corporal entity, the sound of it seeming to brush along her exposed shoulder and the indent her collar bone. She shuddered visibly at his spoken touch, biting back a cry of disgust as he continued on. "Business can wait dear friend, it is rare that I have the pleasure of discovering such a young and delectable morsel, especially in your chambers. Will you not introduce your charming friend?"
Though her thick hair shielded her face from their view and them from hers, she could feel the intensity of the glare now directed at her back, a sharp prickle running up her spine as Severus shot daggers towards her.
"Very well" Severus replied in a voice that effortlessly concealed his extreme displeasure, though the look that continued to cut into her back like a physical blow spoke all too well of his true feelings. "Come here my pet" Severus spoke in a drawl quite similar to that of Lucius and his almost identical progeny, the emphasis on the last word an obvious stab at her, indicating that he neither truly cared for her despite the affectionate term and implying that she was merely some kind of possession. Turning slowly she fought the urge to wrap the towel all the more securely around herself, knowing that a display of such obvious apprehension and embarrassment towards Severus would not be advantageous to escaping this little debacle with as few wounds as possible.
Raising her eyes slowly she felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks at the expression upon Lucius' face, never before had she been regarded with such an open and unfettered expression of pure and savage lust. Quickly lowering her gaze once more in humiliation and terror she watched through the thick haze of her lashes as Severus offered a chair beside the fire to Lucius, the tall and always immaculately dressed man accepting with a small dip of his hair, his eyes never leaving Hermione. Her progress across the room was slow both from the fear that stiffened her muscles and fought hard against her resolve to not simply turn and run away, and from the throbbing within her ankle that increased with each deliberate step that she took. Finally stopping beside the chair that Severus now occupied she timidly and fearfully looked down into his face, her hands remaining stiffly at her sides though she wanted desperately to clutch the towel tighter to her body.
Jet black eyes locked with her own, their shimmering surface conveying a silent order to obey his every command else she would severely regret it later while his face was smooth, a small smile playing along the edge of his thin lips. A slender pale hand extended towards her, smooth fingertips trailing down the length of her arm as he drew his long fingers over her skin, leaving a tingling path of goose bumps in their wake. Lucius chuckled heartily as a soft whimpering moan escaped Hermione's lips at the soft touch, her already heavy eyelids drifting down all the more until the room was barely more than a muddle of dancing colors and blurred objects beneath the ring of thick lashes. An extremely weak and feminine squeak rushed over her lips as a firm and none too gentle hand closed around her wrist and swiftly pulled her down into Severus' lap, her fingers clutching fiercely at his robes, feeling the brush of his pure wool vest against her knuckles.
Another tinkling chuckle rippled throughout the room as Lucius observed the trembling girl with great interest, his ice cold eyes connecting with Severus' shimmering black pools as he inclined his head in a knowing nod and a smirk of approval at his friend's sport. With a surprisingly considerable amount of effort Severus kept his expression schooled to show nothing but a cool indifference with a hint of dark mischief while he encircled a strong arm around Hermione's waist, his fingers digging fiercely into her tender flesh as a reminder of the impending pain that would befall her should she slip up. Inside him however swirled a tumultuous tangle of emotions and fears of his own, the weight and warmth of her scantily clad body upon his lap and against his chest causing some rather undesirable thoughts to spin through his mind.
"Shall we get back to the business at hand Lucius?" Severus inquired in a calm and collected voice, finding himself pleasantly surprised with the casual tone he managed to adopt despite the nauseous feeling that had settled deep in his gut. A flicker of frustration crossed Lucius' face, his cool eyes darkening for a moment as he observed his long time friend and fellow Death Eater with a hint of suspicion as he reclined in the wingback chair. His long and lustrous hair fell about his slender yet muscular shoulders in a waterfall of shimmering silk, the warm light of the now steadily roaring fire causing it to appear golden with glittering hints of red, a subtle contrast against the ever pale skin of his chiseled and angular face. Hauntingly clear eyes studied the figures opposite him as he languidly crossed one leg over the other, the silver snake head of his cane gleaming brilliant in his leather clad hand, the soft sound of leather creaking filling the room as his fingers flexed around the serpent.
A casual wave of his hand and a taunting smirk dismissed Severus' suggestion with a stone cold finality.
"All in due time my friend, something much more intriguing has caught my attention at present" he drawled silkily, his tone and careful selection of words leaving no doubt as to what his current thoughts and inclinations might be. His wintry gaze ravenously traveled up and down the girl draped in his childhood friend's lap, the almost shaggy mass of her untamed curls appearing like fine spun honey in the light of the fire as she lowered her head, turning it slightly towards the man in whose arms she was reluctantly seeking shelter. The plush black towel was a delicious contrast against the creamy smoothness of her skin, accentuating the soft curves of her body. A light dusting of freckles covered the plump curve of her shoulder as though she had caught the autumn sun in no more than a tank top, the freckles now beginning to fade as the chill of winter forced sweaters and thick coats to smother her figure. Regarding Lucius with a great deal of distrust Severus instinctively clutched Hermione tighter to him, feeling her fingers reflexively clutch his robes in her delicate hands all the more, a shaking breath tickling the sensitive flesh of his throat as she obviously struggled against the urge to bury her face in his neck.
In a brief instant Severus' expression had switched from one of cool indifference to one of smirking pleasure as he let his free left hand come around to also grasp Hermione's waist, his fingers slowly flowing down over the swell of her hip. He intently watched the face of the man opposite him for some sort of reaction, his expression carefully trained to reveal none of the hesitation and revulsion at his blatantly lecherous actions. Lithe tender fingers moved down Hermione's hip, brushing against the soft fabric of the towel in a gentle whisper causing a tingling sensation to follow the path of his fingertips. A sigh hitched in her throat as he reached the hem of the towel, his fingers continuing down to caress the silken skin of the top of her thigh, her eyes fluttering against her skin like frantically beating butterfly wings as heat infused her cheeks.
Severus' smirk of pleasure deepened a notch or two as he observed the small flicker of a scowl on Lucius' face, his jealously obviously tempted as he watched the slow progress of his friend's fingers down the luscious length of the girl's leg. Glancing at the down-turned face of Hermione, Severus watched intently as she chewed upon her lower lip, her cheeks steadily achieving a crimson flush of embarrassment and perhaps a hint of arousal as his fingers continued upon their path, trailing down to the tender flesh of her knee, suggestively slipping into the excruciatingly soft cleft created by her bent leg. With a tremendous amount of self control he managed to hold back his own soft growl of need as he felt her body stiffen involuntarily in his lap. With her body pressed ever closer to his own he felt her fingers clenching all the tighter around his robes, clawing at him in a begging manner, her breath shuddering heavier against his neck, ruffling his loose black tresses.
Looking up briefly he saw with a great swell of pride that Lucius' face bore a deep scowl of envy, his eyes sharpening scrutinizing as he watched the girl's unrestrained and quite evident responses of arousal and need. Returning his gaze to Hermione's lowered face before Lucius could feel his gaze upon him, Severus withdrew his finger from the bend of her knee and in a painfully slow move ran his nails along the sumptuous curve of her thigh, his hand creeping ever inward and upward, edging towards the hem of the towel that had so far succeeded in shielding her treasures from view. By this point Hermione's knuckles had turned white with strain, the fabric gathered in her fingers threatening to tear at any moment, her mouth convulsively opening and closing as she panted low and shallowly, her brow drawn down into a deep frown while a scorching heat burned in her cheeks. Her head rolled back and forth against his shoulder, her lower lip held tightly between her teeth almost to the point of bleeding as her back began to arch ever so slightly while Severus' hand moved upwards and inwards, drawing dangerously close to her sweltering core.
Once more flickering his gaze up to observe Lucius behind the protective veil of Hermione's unruly hair, Severus saw the amused smile that clung to his lips while his chillingly clear eyes flashed with raw rage and envy, all but glowing green as he sat stiffly in his chair, his grip upon his cane growing ever tighter until the leather of his gloves threatened to split beneath the tension. Barely managing to hold back his chuckle of amusement Severus inclined his head towards Hermione's, feeling her hair brush against his cheek whisper soft and full of the heady fragrance of lavender. Letting his cheek rub against hers he felt her twitch involuntarily, no doubt the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow rough and scratching against her still tender cheeks, the heat burning beneath the surface of her skin almost too much for him to bear. Inch by inch his mouth drew painfully close to her ear, his breath flowing over her flesh, tickling the skin of her neck and shoulders, flowing down into the deep valley of her cleavage teasing every inch of flesh that it came into contact with.
Nuzzling her delicate shell ear he felt her stiffen, a whimper of mingling pleasure and fear on her lips, taking a steadying breath Severus slowly cleared his mind, reaching out with gently probing tendrils of thought until he felt the familiar shape of another's mind. With very little resistance he slipped into her mind, pausing for a moment to listen to the thoughts that swirled rampantly through her mind, the majority of them focused around the intense and wholly new sensations his tender ministrations were causing. Hiding his smirk of satisfaction in the curve of her neck he whispered into her mind,
"Do you hear me Hermione?" In time with his question he slid his hand completely beneath the towel, his fingers grazing the tops of her thighs. She visibly stiffened suddenly, a gasp rushing past her lips, more from the penetration into her mind than the hand that was now unbearably close to the center of heat between her legs.
"Yes you hear me" he crooned without words, "and you will obey me if you wish to survive this won't you?" he asked as he flexed his wrist, creating the appearance of movement though his fingers remained hovering above her florid skin unmoving.
"Yesssss" she sighed soft as a whisper, her head rolling against his shoulder.
"Good, you understand the game then. Now, listen to me Hermione, this must appear convincing else you will soon find yourself on the receiving end of an extremely cruel hand." All the while he spoke to her he appeared to be nuzzling her throat, her chest heaving more in fear than arousal at the peculiar feeling of someone else's words in her mind.
Lucius continued to watch in silence, a smile of amusement on his lips with a hint of envy causing a bitter taste in his mouth. The scene unfolding before him was indeed quite entertaining, but he could not deny the fact that he did indeed wish to be in Severus' position, with the delicious filly upon his lap, moaning and quivering beneath his caress. Sensing Lucius' mounting jealousy and desire for Hermione, Severus spoke through the connection between them,
"It is time for you to take center stage Hermione, best to end this before Lucius begins demanding his turn. Moan, moan loud for me now, you must convince him that you have achieved your climax. Now!" His voice grew passionate and heated within her mind as with a thrusting motion of his arm he let his hand slip down between her legs, barely brushing along her thighs as it gently cupped her buttocks, his hand trembling slightly much to his annoyance, the heat of her inches from his cupped palm. Obediently Hermione stiffened against him, her back bowing over his right arm as it clutched her waist tighter, her head falling back revealing the long line of her throat as she moaned long, low and deep, a flush of utter humiliation flooding her cheeks at precisely the right moment.
Tears stung her closed eyes as Hermione shuddered in revulsion at what she had just done, embarrassment flooding through her in a tidal wave as she thought scornfully about how she had just pretended to have her first orgasm in the arms of her hated Potions Professor in front of one of the wizarding worlds most feared and loathed men. With a great deal of effort Severus kept the sneer from his face as he heard Hermione's thoughts, outrage and hurt from her obvious disgust of him surging through him. Quickly severing the connection between them he withdrew his hand slowly from between them, letting his fingers caress the curve of her cheek while he looked up into Lucius' face. Lucius' own snow white cheeks held a faint flush, his eyes hungrily devouring every inch of Hermione's exposed flesh, his lips parted and moist as his tongue darted out to lick them as though he were savoring the taste of her.
"Once again dear Severus, you have demonstrated your exquisite skill. I do believe the poor girl is exhausted" he purred silkily, his fingers maintaining their death grip upon his cane. Smiling with dark triumph Severus inclined his head towards Lucius in thanks before guiding Hermione to her unsteady feet, the sudden withdrawal of Severus from her mind leaving her dizzy and panting. She swayed upon her feet for a moment, her hands finally succumbing to the long denied urge, clutching the towel tightly to her chest she bowed her head demurely, holding back her tears of humiliation by biting her tongue sharply.
"Now off to bed with you, I will be in to see to you later" Severus said in a smooth tone, his voice rivaling the silken qualities of his counterpart. The well chosen words that to any other would imply more pleasure to come truly held a dark meaning that was by no means lost on Hermione. She nodded slowly in response as she turned to make her escape into the bedchamber.
In a sudden rush of black robes Hermione found herself in a tight embrace, her arms pinned painfully to her chest while a leather clad hand snaked its way into her hair, cradling the base of her skull firmly and drawing her face upwards. There was no time for a scream or even a squeal of panic to escape her mouth before her lips were crushed beneath the velvety warmth of Lucius' demanding kiss. His free hand moved to grasp the rounded globes of her buttocks, pulling her off her feet and roughly against the length of his body. The feel of something unmistakably hard and straining pressing against her hip sent a shudder of revulsion through her, a shudder which she hoped for safety's sake would be mistaken for one of attraction. It seemed that Merlin was indeed on her side that night, for as she trembled and shuddered in fear and disgust Lucius groaned deeply into her mouth, his tongue pushing effortlessly past the barrier of her lips so much like the mascot of his former house. With great skill and passion he teased her tongue with his, coaxing it into cooperation while exploring the depths of her mouth.
Withdrawing slowly Lucius nipped Hermione's lower lip, drawing a hiss of pain from her as a single spot of blood beaded on the swell of flesh. Chuckling darkly and with an extremely smug look on his face Lucius stepped back licking his lips slowly, tasting her blood and mouth.
"Ah so sweet, like honey" he mused in a voice thick with arousal and desire. "My congratulations Severus" he continued as he took his seat beside the fire once more, arranging his robes around himself nonchalantly. Severus merely nodding in agreement as he trembled internally, his entire body rigid and tense as he fought to quell the urge to leap across the small space between them and choke Lucius to death. Looking up to Hermione he saw the almost unbridled panic in her eyes, the tears welling quickly, soon to spill forth, the single drop of blood on her lip glittering temptingly. With a sharp nod he gave her permission to leave and watched with a small rush of pride as she slowly turned and walked across the room, her steps calm and almost leisurely before she stepped into the bedchamber and gently closed the door behind her.
For a moment or two he continued to stare at the closed door before he drew in a long calming breath through his nose and turned to face Lucius with a smirk of pleasure upon his lips. The air of lust and a need to possess that hung around Lucius caused Severus' muscles to tighten all the more, his grip increasing ten fold on the arms of his chair with his burning desire to crush something, namely the face of the man sitting opposite him.
"I hope you do not mind Severus, I simply could not restrain myself from sampling your delicious little toy" he purred smoothly, knowing all too keenly that Severus did indeed mind quite a bit. Once more inclining his head towards him Severus smiled darkly and said in a cool and calm voice,
"Of course not Lucius, I would expect the same courtesy from you." He saw a darkness flicker across those ice blue eyes as Lucius smiled sourly in reply and said in a voice dripping with false politeness,
"Of course dear friend."