**A/N** In this chapter we see Hermione and Lucius go on a mission to kill Muggles for the Dark Lord. They enter a room that is being used for sex trafficking. I have tried to skate over the horrifying acts that take place in these places as much as possible. If you are triggered by sexual assault, please read this chapter with care.

31 Oct 1998

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Lucius Malfoy asked Hermione as they stood in a dark alley in Soho.

Their brothers and sisters, along with the Dark Lord, were all waiting for them back at Malfoy Manor. They were having a large Halloween party tonight and the two of them were to provide them with proof of their mission when they returned.

Thanks to the secret passageway out of the castle that Snape had shown Draco so they could attend meetings, she snuck out of the castle and Apparated to the Manor. She knew she could have gotten permission to leave, but she didn't want to do so every month. It would draw too much attention to herself. So instead she had told everyone she was having cramps and had warded the curtains on her bed shut and snuck out of the castle. She would be back before anyone noticed. Draco had not been invited to the party but she'd promised him that she'd tell him all about it.

Hermione met with Voldemort as soon as she'd arrived and updated him on Harry's meetings with Dumbledore. He seemed just as confused as she was on why the Headmaster was telling Harry about his time at Hogwarts. Besides the Chamber of Secrets, Voldemort didn't have many secrets from that time.

He had been pleased with her report of successfully seducing Snape and rubbed her cunt as she regaled him with the story of how it happened and of the time he had succumbed to her advances after class just two weeks before. She knew Bellatrix had been disappointed that she hadn't learned any useful information from fucking Snape, but the Dark Lord had been happy to hear that his spy was finally getting some carnal delights.

And he had rewarded her by sending her on a mission with Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius seemed so different than he had the last time Hermione had seen him at the Ministry. It wasn't that he was weak or diminished. It was almost like his fight had gone. He didn't stand as proud as he used to and his shoulders seemed curled in. She'd seen him briefly at her birthday, but he'd been balls deep in Narcissa and she'd been too busy with the cocks around her to notice his mood. She wasn't the only one to see the change in him though. That's why Voldemort had sent the two of them out on this mission. He wanted Lucius to prove he was still loyal, still willing to kill Muggles in his name. They had to kill at least four Muggles and return with proof.

When they'd left, she'd been in her ceremonial Death Eater robes, but she'd insisted they change as soon as they landed in the abandoned alley. It was Halloween in the Muggle world and she knew they'd fit in better in costumes. And technically they could pull off their robes as costumes, she wanted to be dressed like a Muggle.

She'd transfigured Lucius' clothes into a pair of fitted jeans and a Liverpool FC jersey. It was simple but effective. Lucius' eyes had bulged when she'd changed her robes into a tiny plaid skirt, tall socks, and a white shirt barely big enough to cover her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and her dark nipples were showing through the thin material. Pulling off her Death Eater mask, she shrunk it down and handed it to Lucius to hold in his pocket along with his own.

"Do you like it?" she asked, her voice low and throaty.

"I… umm… won't you stand out?" he choked out.

"Not at all. Come on."

She cast a warming charm over herself as they walked out of the alley and made their way onto the crowded street. One glance around and she saw at least three other women dressed like her. They had jackets on, but other than that, the outfits underneath were similar. She didn't like being out without her mask on, but since it didn't match their outfits, she had been hesitant to keep it on. They would replace them when it was time to kill. Hermione walked with purpose until she found what she was looking for.

She pointed to a man sitting on the pavement with a paper cup in front of him. Lucius gave her a look.

"You want to kill that man? Isn't this kind of public?"

"I don't want to kill him, I want information from him."

"Okay."

She gave Lucius a long look but said nothing. Everything she had heard about him from the first war spoke of a man who wouldn't have hesitated to kill a random Muggle, public or not. But maybe he was more like her. She had no problem taking down someone who stood in the way of their goal or depraved Muggles that were better off dead. But someone like the man before her, she didn't see the point of killing.

Hermione approached the man. She flashed him a twenty-pound note that she pulled out of her sock. His eyes went wide when she offered him double for the information she was looking for. Lucius stood back from him as they spoke and she knew the vagabond's hygiene made the rich man uncomfortable. The homeless man was very helpful to her, telling her exactly what she needed. Thanking him, she handed him the forty pounds and wished him luck.

"This way," she said to Lucius.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

She pointed to the building across the street and gripped his arm. Ever the gentleman, he escorted her towards the strip club she had pointed out. The bouncer at the door looked them over before telling them the cover charge. Hermione flicked her wrist, letting her wand drop into her hand from the Disillusioned holster on her arm. One charm later and they were shown into the club.

"What is this place?" Lucius asked, looking around the strip club in awe.

Hermione explained how the establishment worked as she led him around the room towards the VIP door in the back corner. Lucius' eyes were glued on the stage as he asked her if it was acceptable for men to come to places like this in the Muggle world. She explained how it varied depending on morals but that men weren't the only ones there. His eyes went wide as he looked over the crowd to see many women watching the show.

Hermione and Lucius approached the back room. There was another bouncer at the door and Hermione used her wand one more time to grant them access.

Lucius came to a dead stop as they walked in. Hermione had heard about VIP rooms but even she was in awe at the scene before her. Alcoves lined the walls and in each one, the occupants were in various stages of fucking. She was slightly jealous of the perfectly shaped fake tits that were bouncing up and down.

Arousal coursed through her and she wanted nothing more than to push her partner into one of the alcoves and ride him the same way. She shook the thought aside as he spoke. They were on a mission.

"We're going to kill people as they're having sex?" Lucius whispered into her ear. His hands wandered over her naked stomach and ribs. She could feel his hardening cock pressing into her arse. "Seems unnaturally cruel."

"Not these people," she explained. "They're paying for sex, but these women are consenting. I have no issues with sex workers that enjoy their work or people who frequent their establishments. But I do have an issue with what's going on behind that door."

She nodded towards a door marked 'Fire Exit' in the far corner. There was another man, large and covered in tattoos that she was sure would scare her if she wasn't a powerful witch. With the confidence born from knowing she was better than him, she swung her hips as she walked towards the bouncer. Lucius kept pace with her and as they stopped in front of the man, she pulled his arm around her shoulder, placing his hand on her chest.

"Two, please," she said.

She was hoping she could get in without having to use magic against this man. It was a small room and even though it was dimly lit, she couldn't guarantee that no one would see her using her wand. He looked her up and down.

"You don't look like the type that needs the fire exit," he told her.

"We all have different things we need. Things we want. This is what my boyfriend wants for his birthday. I'm sure you have an… exit… that's never been used before."

"A fresh door is five thousand pounds, sweetheart."

Hermione kept her face neutral even though internally she was in shock. Five thousand pounds? She couldn't even imagine what kind of person spent that kind of money for this kind of sex. Couldn't they find someone at the pub like normal people?

"That's not a problem, sir." She looked from the bouncer to Lucius and back. Reaching out, she ran her fingers along Lucius crotch. It was still half hard and she was already impressed with the size of it. "Whatever daddy wants, daddy gets."

"Show me you have the funds and you can go in."

Cursing under her breath, Hermione leaned down as if to pull the money from her sock but instead confounded the man. She also sent another charm that would make him forget their faces as soon as they walked through the door. He had a dazed look on his face, told them to talk to John, and opened the door.

Lucius glanced at her and nodded to her that he was ready. Steadying herself for what she would find, she allowed him to open the door.

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Hermione pulled her long hair up into a messy bun, securing it with magic as she scanned the dingy room. There wasn't much to see except makeshift cubicles formed by PVC pipes and sheets. Her stomach churned as she looked at the bank of TV monitors that showed mattresses lined up on the floor. It was like a scene from a movie — strung-out women, unseeing, being used by the filth of the earth.

Something deep within her ached. It was like an echo of pain. Not of sympathy for these women — what she was feeling was so much more than that — but more like empathy. A feeling in her bones that she knew how they felt even though she had never experienced anything like it.

Lucius placed his hand on her lower back and she pulled herself from her thoughts. Her emotions switched from empathy to disgust at the people who thought this was okay. Keeping her temper in check for the moment, she led Lucius to the small booth with a man in a bespoke suit inside. He hung up his mobile phone and stood as they approached him.

"John?" she guessed.

"Yes. What kind of merchandise were you wanting?" he asked. "We have all kinds. Young, untouched, experienced. Anything you'd like for the right price."

She felt Lucius stiffen beside her and she assumed he'd only just realised what kind of place this was. His entire posture changed and she felt the powerful Lucius Malfoy emerge from the man next to her. His back straightened and his imposing persona was back. His voice was strong and his aristocratic accent was in full force as he spoke to John.

"I am a very powerful man, John. With many dark desires. Do you only have places like this or do you have… home catering?"

"My base price for off-premise accommodations is a hundred thousand, buddy."

"Is that number supposed to seem high? I told you I'm a very powerful man."

John reached back into the booth and grabbed a binder. He flipped it open and showed them page after page of merchandise, the cost listed below their pictures. Hermione wasn't sure what Lucius was looking for in the binder. Maybe he was trying to figure out just how horrible of a human this man was. His eyes darted from the pictures to the monitors in front of him. He must have found what he was looking for because he cleared his throat and pulled his eyes away from the binder.

"Splendid. What do you think, darling?" Lucius asked her.

She didn't need to ask him what he was asking her, she already knew. Should they kill him, let him go, or make him sit and watch as they picked their four victims and killed them.

"Number one?" Hermione raised her eyebrow. This man was going to be the first to die.

He nodded at her. "Go ahead, love."

Hermione pulled her wand from the holster and flicked it at the man, vanishing his clothes. He gasped as he looked down. Cocking her head to the side, she looked at his small cock and laughed.

Flicking her wand again, she silenced him. Then she grinned as he grasped his throat and his eyes went wide.

"You are a pathetic excuse of a human and this is your payback," she said and flicked her wand one last time.

His scream was silent as his cock was removed from his body and fell to the ground. Blood poured from his wound and he fell over backwards from the pain. It was an ingenious spell. There was the initial cut, but as the victim lost more blood, the cut would slowly heal enough to stem the blood flow. There was no way to stop the bleeding, but it kept your victim alive long enough for them to suffer as they went through the effects of blood loss over the course of thirty minutes. Cringing, Hermione conjured a plastic bag and levitated the severed appendage into it. That would be proof enough for the Dark Lord.

"So, Lucius should we stop at four or just take all the men out?" she asked, looking around the room.

She'd learned the spell from one of Lucius' books on Dark Arts at the manor and her blood was pumping with lust. She wanted to kill all these perverts and then go home and fuck Lucius until she couldn't walk anymore. One glance at Lucius and she knew he felt the same way she did. You couldn't use a spell like that around someone with a Dark Mark and not have it affect them.

He pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she moaned loudly. Fuck, she wanted him. He pressed two fingers into her dripping cunt and began to fuck her with them. His tongue explored her mouth before he suddenly pulled back and dropped to his knees.

"I know we need to hurry but I need to taste you. Let me lick your cunt."

Hermione grabbed the hem of her tiny skirt. Since she'd joined the ranks, most of the Death Eaters had seen her naked. Hell, at her initiation she'd had her pussy on display the entire time. But Lucius hadn't been there and she doubted he got a good look at her during the Mabon ritual. She felt a thrill thinking about someone new seeing her. She'd found out that pureblood witches kept their public hair natural, only really keeping the edges clean. She loved the look on a wizard's face when he saw her hairless cunt for the first time.

Lifting her skirt, she exposed herself to him and smirked when his eyes went wide.

"Sweet Salazar," he muttered. "I haven't seen a cunt without hair since my Hogwarts days."

"Hogwarts?" she asked, running her fingers over the soft skin of her pussy. She was trying to imagine what Lucius looked like at that age. She was sure girls flocked to him like they had his son. "What did you do?"

"A little truth or dare in my common room. Narcissa chose dare and let's just say my love of sex with people watching started young. Come here."

Hermione wanted him. She knew they needed to hurry. Not only did she need to save these women, but they needed to get back to Voldemort. Half of her didn't want Lucius to touch her in a place like this, but the pull of the Dark Magic was too strong to resist. Her Occlumency shields were strong, but she wasn't practiced enough to keep the lust at bay. She wanted to be turned on more, wanted to shut off that side of her brain that was screaming how wrong it was.

The Dark Magic was strong around them, but she'd grown addicted to the way it made her feel. The more she cast, the more turned on she became. Glancing at the dying man on the floor, she pointed her wand at him.

"Crucio!"

His body contoured in pain and power surged through her. Her pussy contracted and liquid began to coat her thighs.

"Yes!" Lucius cried out.

He pressed his face between her thighs and she hooked one leg over his shoulder. Holding his head steady, she began to fuck his face. She cast curse after curse at the man on the floor, bringing her arousal up to a level she'd never experienced before. Lucius' mouth was exquisite, flicking, sucking, and nibbling on her clit until she exploded.

She finished coming and helped him to his feet. Kissing him, she then licked his face, tasting herself on him.

"Secure the doors, darling," he purred, pulling back and slipping his mask back on before handing hers over. "When we're done, I'm taking you home and showing you how a real man fucks. I might even let you call me daddy."

Glancing around the room as she masked herself, she saw there was only one exit besides the one they came through. Hermione cast a locking spell on each before walking down the centre aisle. The sight before her was even worse now that she was closer and she bit back the bile in her throat. Didn't fuckers like these realise they were the reason people like her and Lucius didn't think Muggles should be allowed freedom?

Why should they when they thought that commercialised rape was okay?

Flicking her wand, she cast a Levicorpus at the sub-human male rutting on the first mattress she came to. As soon as he was off his victim, she silenced him then cast the Dark slicing hex and summoned his bloody genitals into her bag. The woman he'd left behind was so far gone, she didn't even register what had happened. Not wasting time, she moved on to the next man.

She wanted to help each woman but she knew there was nothing she could do for them. At least not until the men were taken care of.

The sound of men's gasp of surprise from behind her told her Lucius was killing the animals the same way she was. The Dark Magic was thick in the air but she focused on the task at hand, not paying attention to the blood that splashed on her or the way her core was pulsing with need with each slice. The relief she'd gotten from Lucius was enough that she was able to resist the pull of the Dark Magic.

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They were finished before any of their victims knew what had hit them — or sliced them in this case. She wasn't sure how many of them had died yet, but she knew they would all be dead by the end of the night. Summoning John's mobile phone, she picked it up and dialled 999. As soon as the operator picked up, she requested medical services in the back alley of the building they were in. Hopefully, they would be able to help the women still inside.

Unlocking the door, she left it open and walked out before vanishing the phone. It wouldn't do to have her fingerprints on anything in this location. A man cried out in shock. He pulled a gun from the waistband of his jeans but she flicked her wand at his neck, slicing it cleanly. A stream of blood from his wound hit her chest but did nothing to quell the desire inside her.

Lucius took one look at the dead man and pulled her close. His blonde hair was streaked red and pink from the blood that covered him and he'd never looked sexier to her. With the flick of his wrist, he was back in his Death Eater robes. He left her in her schoolgirl outfit and slid her wand back into its holster. He cancelled the spell on her hair, letting the long locks fall from the bun. Shrinking the bag of dicks, he shoved it into his pocket.

"I need you," he said. "Now."

"Manor first," she forced out. She wanted to fuck him in this dirty alley all night but knew the authorities would be here soon and they needed to leave.

Wrapping her in his arms, Lucius spelled the area clean of all evidence of them, then spun on the spot and they reappeared in the middle of his ballroom where the festivities were in full swing.

Some people were dancing, some were fucking on the sofas in the corners, and some were talking. The room went quiet as they hurried forward and Lucius placed the resized bag of dicks at the Dark Lord's feet. Hermione could feel her need, her lust, rolling off her in waves. Voldemort looked from the bag to her. Glancing down, she wasn't surprised to see her white shirt was red with blood and droplets of it were running down her tan skin.

He took a few steps forward and fingered Lucius' blood-streaked hair.

"It looks like you two had fun," he said. "I can feel your desire for each other. Come, give your family a show."

Permission granted from their Lord, Hermione pushed Lucius to the ground and vanished his clothes. She pulled his mask from his face, wanting to see what he looked like as she fucked him, even if she was required to leave hers on.

His cock was large, hard, and weeping as it stood proud. She didn't worry about foreplay. She'd been ready for his cock since they entered the strip club earlier. Sinking onto his erection, she moaned loudly as he filled her. He wasn't as long as Severus, but he stretched her in a way her other lover didn't.

Placing her hands on his naked chest, she began to bounce up and down. Her head fell forward and her hair blocked out her view of everything but the man beneath her. Hands gripped her hips and she growled in pleasure and he squeezed hard.

"Yes! Just like that, Lucius!" she moaned.

"Ride daddy's cock," he said, just loud enough for her to hear. "Come all over me, darling."

She wanted to hear her name on his tongue as he was fucking her but she knew better. Voldemort was very clear that anyone who knew she was a Death Eater could never say her name at a gathering. She was his secret weapon.

Lucius sat up, bringing their bodies closer together and he kissed her neck. His hands began to help her bounce on his cock in this new position.

"Such a perfect cunt, darling. Come to my bed after the party? Once won't be enough for me."

"And your wife, Lucius?" Hermione knew Narcissa played with other women, including the event for Mabon, but she wasn't sure how his wife would feel about him bringing her into their bedroom.

"My wife has her own toy to play with tonight. I wouldn't invite you if I knew she had a problem with it. Come for me now, darling and then in my rooms, I'll make you come all night. I want you."

It only took a few more thrusts of his hips from below her to cause her body to tighten around him and for her to throw her head back and silently scream as she came around his cock. Within moments, he was spilling inside her.

"Come to bed with me, my darling," Lucius said after they caught their breath.

She looked around the room and saw Narcissa. Their eyes met as soon as she looked up from her place between Peony Parkinson's thighs. Narcissa gave her a quick smile and a wink. That was all the permission she needed. Nodding to Lucius, she pulled herself off his body and stood, helping him to his feet. They spoke with Voldemort for a few moments before he dismissed them, and Narcissa and Peony, to retire for the night. Before she could leave, Voldemort grabbed her left arm.

"Let me give you a little present, my dear," he told her.

Taking out his wand, he pressed it against her Dark Mark and her knees buckled as pure lust shot through her veins. He did the same to Lucius, Narcissa, and Peony then dismissed them. Lucius wrapped both women in his arms, allowing Narcissa to hold on to Peony, before pulling them through space from the ballroom to the master bedroom.

As soon as they arrived, Narcissa kissed her cheek and told her to have fun before pulling her toy towards a hidden door that led out of the bedroom. Lucius watched them leave before tugging Hermione towards him. His cock was hard and heavy against her stomach.

"We're going to wash this filth off, then we're going to see how many times we can make each other come before the sun rises."

Severus watched as Lucius and a mystery Death Eater landed in the middle of the ballroom covered in blood. His heart ached for the Muggles that had died, ones he couldn't protect. He had been in the back and couldn't see who she was with his mask on and was too far away to hear her voice. There was something about the way she walked that reminded him of someone, but he couldn't place her.

He sure as hell didn't know anyone but Lucius and Narcissa to have hair that unnaturally straight. It was as if she was living at the Manor and had one of the Malfoy elves do her hair. But if she was a friend of the Malfoys and a Death Eater, why didn't he know who she was? Voldermort kept many secrets from him, but normally Lucius didn't.

Deciding that he'd find out who she was if he ran into her again, he pushed all thoughts of the beautiful witch from his head.

He was here to gather information for the Order, not think about the brunette currently in the master bedroom with Lucius. He had been surprised when he'd been summoned. The Dark Lord had mentioned that he would be, but then it grew later and he'd heard nothing. Luckily when the call came, he didn't have rounds and it had been easy for him to slip away.

It was almost time for him to return to the castle, and after the show he'd just seen, he almost wished Hermione would approach him again when he returned. He wouldn't mind seeing her in an outfit like that.

He internally shook his head, trying to shake away the Dark Magic that was making him think it was okay to fuck his students. He was her professor and being with her was not something he'd allow himself to do again.

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Hermione and Lucius enter a room that has cubicles with drugged women and their attackers (think of the scene from Taken if you've seen it). Lucius and Hermione are disgusted by it and they kill John, the man in charge, by cutting off his dick. They are overpowered by the Dark Magic and have oral while he is bleeding out. Once he's dead, they go cubicle by cubicle and kill each man the same way. To prove they've killed people to Voldemort, they collect each severed dick into a bag. They leave the building when everyone is dead and call for medical help for the women.

A/N: There was no way I was writing a Death Eater Hermione story and NOT putting in a Lumione scene. Also, I've always wanted to write about a literal bag of dicks, so thanks for allowing me to amuse myself.