Disclaimer: DON'T DO DRUGS!

A/N: This is almost a continuation of the last chapter. Enjoy.

"Drinking more than usual tonight?" the bartender asked Hermione after her third drink.

"My best friend just had another baby," she informed him.

"Ah, that why you stopped coming around so often?" he asked.

"Kind of," she repled with a sad smile.

After a fourth drink Hermione let her feet guide her to the dance floor. She was tipsy enough to not cry when she thought about him as she danced. She moved to the music, letting the memory of Lucius wash over her body. She imagined his hands wrapping around and pressing against her stomach, his lips pressed against her neck, his hair tickling her ear. She imagined him turning her around to kiss her deep before her hands would run up his back and into his hair.

Hermione sighed his name, the sound being lost in the loud music around her. Her eyes snapped open when she felt a warm hand wrap around her throat. She saw the last person she had ever expected to see. Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of her, his fingers squeezing her so hard she couldn't breath. She didn't even try to fight it, letting the darkness seep in.

Just when her world was almost completely black she felt him let go. She couldn't gain control of her body as the air rushed into her lungs and she began to fall to the floor. The expected landing never happened as she felt his strong arms scoop her up before she could hit.

Hermione felt safe in his arms. She didn't care they were the same hands that had almost killed her. With the last of her energy she wrapped her arms around his neck and let the blackness claim her.

Hermione woke up in a strange bed, still clothed and laying on top of the black comforter. Her eyes darted to the figure seated on the edge of the bed, facing away from her. She opened her mouth to speak but it hurt too much and she couldn't utter a sound. Instead, she crawled silently over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

This seemed to snap Lucius out of whatever thought he was in. He turned and ripped her arms from him, tossing her back onto the bed. He just looked down at her, his heart crying, but his face a mask of rage.

Hermione reached up and cupped his cheek, tears streaming out of her eyes silently. She had missed him so much and now he was right in front of her.

With a predatory growl Lucius bent down and claimed her lips in a kiss that had been building up for six years. Six years of pain, six years of needing, six years of waiting.

All second thoughts being supressed, Lucius ripped the clothes off her lithe form as she did the same to him. He needed her too bad to stop it now. He was going to have her one way or the other.

Hermione arched her back as he thrust into her. She moaned loudly as he went faster and faster. This was what she had needed, what she had dreamed of almost nightly since he had been locked away. Her throat hurt more with every moan, but she was past the point of caring. The only thing she cared about was the man above her, sending her into a sensual frenzy.

For the first time Hermione moaned Lucius' name as she climaxed. He looked down at her, the sadness filling his eyes for a moment before he hid it away again.

As she slept he studied the marks left on her neck. He walked across the room and clutched the wand he hadn't been able to use in six years. He murmured a spell and watched as the bruises of his handprint faded away. For a small second he wished he hadn't done it. He wanted everyone to know he had marked her.

Sighing in defeat, Lucius scooped her up into his arms to take her home.

Hermione woke up, this time laying on her couch, fully clothed.

"It was only a dream," she murmured to herself as she walked into her bathroom, shedding her clothes as she went. When she pulled off her pants she felt something in her back pocket.

She pulled out a small piece of parchment and opened it.

"Never again."

Author Babble:

I know, I'm cruel, but I have to have a plot somewhere!