Tease.
Over dinner at Grimmauld Place, Hermione Granger felt a tingling in her wrist and when she glanced down at her bracelet, she found the gem stones in it had turned purple. Sliding her wrist under the table, she checked the bottom of her bracelet, which had a small silver circle where messages could appear. Hermione inwardly rolled her eyes when she saw the message etched in the silver circle - HOME NOW! Swiping her thumb over the message to signify she'd received it, Hermione turned her attention back to dinner. She wasn't yet sure if she would obey the message, but even if she was going to follow instructions, she couldn't just get up and leave right now without questions being asked.
Hermione mulled over her decision all throughout dinner, and by the time she'd finished dessert, she'd decided she was going to ignore the message and remain with the Order. Of course she knew her father, Lord Voldemort, would be unhappy with her decision, but she was confident that she could talk him round and make him see it was for the best that she remained with the Order. After all, he'd wanted her to pull out of her undercover role when she'd graduated Hogwarts three months ago, but she'd persuaded him to hold off, so she was confident she could do it again.
Hermione's role as a muggleborn had only ever been intended to last for the seven years she would be attending Hogwarts, but when she'd befriended Harry, the opportunity to stay on with the Order had been too good to resist. After all, she wanted as much useful information that she could get, before she returned to her rightful place at her father's side. Even though Severus Snape was still undercover with the Order, Hermione knew he wasn't fully trusted by everyone and that she could get information that he couldn't.
With her decision made, Hermione forgot about her father's message and carried on with her life with the Order. However, her plan to ignore Voldemort came to a shuddering halt a week later when Hermione was at The Burrow for Sunday lunch. It had started off as a normal Sunday lunch with the Weasleys and a few other members of the Order, when suddenly dessert was interrupted by a loud crashing noise and Arthur's wand began to let out a shrill alarm call.
"The wards," Arthur cried, jumping to his feet. "They've been broken. We need to get out of here."
"We're just going to run?" Ron Weasley questioned in disbelief. "Shouldn't we stay and fight, this is our home."
"Ron's right, we should fight," Sirius Black declared.
"Yeah, we fight," Harry Potter said, agreeing with his godfather.
"Instead of arguing, maybe we should do something. I can see Death Eaters coming down the hill," Ginny Weasley cried from her position beside the kitchen window.
Ginny's announcement was met by cries all round as everyone rushed to see the approaching threat for themselves. When Molly saw just how many Death Eaters were approaching she grabbed Ginny by the hand and tried to apparate away. However, it didn't matter how many times Molly waved her wand, the pair didn't budge an inch.
"They've put up some sort of anti-apparition ward," Molly snarled angrily. "We're stuck here."
"Then we fight," Ron announced fiercely.
"It looks like we've got no choice," Molly said with a sigh as she prepared to face the approaching Death Eaters.
Not wanting to give the Death Eaters the satisfaction of running from them, Arthur pulled open the back door and everyone trooped outside into the garden. Lining up the Weasleys, and the other Order members formed a protective line in front of The Burrow. As they prepared for battle, Hermione scanned the masks of the approaching Death Eaters to see if she could work out who anyone of them were. However, when she reached the Death Eater at the lead of the group, she groaned when she recognised the mask. Leading the charge was her adoptive mother, Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Look, a greeting party," Bellatrix crowed as she ripped off her mask.
Bellatrix smirked at the Order, and when her attention reached Hermione, her smirk widened. Right there and then, Hermione knew that Bellatrix was there for her. She'd ignored her father, so he'd sent his lover to bring her back. As much as she wanted to believe she could get out of going home, she knew Bellatrix well enough to know she was in trouble. Bellatrix wouldn't go back to Voldemort without her prize, and right now her prize was Hermione.
As the first spells started flying, Hermione did her best to avoid Bellatrix, but she was constantly aware that the older witch had her in her sights the entire time. Dodging though the battle, Hermione tried to make her way out of the Weasleys garden. She was hoping if she could get out of the garden, she would be free of the anti-apparition ward and she would be able to escape Bellatrix. Then she could go and see her father herself and persuade him to allow her to stay with the Order.
Hermione was nearly at the garden gate, when a spell hit her in the back, freezing her on the spot. Even before the caster of the spell stepped into view, Hermione knew who had frozen her in place. Sure enough, Bellatrix casually stepped into view and gave her a wicked smirk.
"Going somewhere, Hermione?"
"Just let me go, Bella," Hermione pleaded, hoping no-one was near enough to hear them. Although, from the looks of things they were far too busy with the other Death Eaters to worry about Hermione and Bellatrix. "I promise I'll come and see Father soon. Just let me go and I can carry on with my act."
"The acts over, Hermione," Bellatrix replied. "You're coming with me."
"Please," Hermione whispered. "This is the wrong decision."
"This is your father's decision," Bellatrix stated as she reached out and grabbed Hermione by the arm. "Sorry Hermione, we're out of here."
Before Hermione could complain, Bellatrix waved her wand and the pair disappeared with a crack. Clearly the anti-apparition ward didn't apply for people with the Dark Mark.
When they landed again, Hermione found herself in an unfamiliar hallway. There was a winding staircase to her right, and a set of large oak doors to her left. There was also a couple of interior doors leading off the hallway, and there was a long corridor snaking down towards the back of the house.
"Where are we?" Hermione asked. When Bellatrix said they were leaving, she'd been assuming that they would be going home.
"Malfoy Manor," Bellatrix replied as she led the way over to one of the doors.
Hermione followed Bellatrix into a large, sumptuously decorated front room. The room was decorated in deep plum and black, and every single item of furniture looked expensive. Standing by the ornate fireplace was a wizard Hermione recognised as Lucius Malfoy, and sitting on one of the sleek black leather sofas was Narcissa Malfoy, a beautiful blond who just so happened to be Bellatrix's sister. Hermione had never met either of the Malfoys, but she knew that they knew exactly who she was.
"Hermione, meet my sister, Narcissa and her husband, Lucius," Bellatrix said, making the introductions.
"It's very nice to meet you both," Hermione replied with a polite smile.
"Where's The Dark Lord?" Bellatrix asked Lucius.
"I'm afraid he'd been called away on urgent business," Lucius replied in a regretful tone.
"You what?" Hermione snarled. "He arranges to have me kidnapped, and then he goes away."
"You weren't kidnapped," Bellatrix tutted.
"I was taken against my will, what else do you call that?" Hermione retorted before turning to Lucius with a frown. "Just where did he go, and when will he be back?"
"I have no idea," Lucius replied with a slight smirk. He'd heard that The Dark Lord's daughter was feisty, but he hadn't expected such a firecracker.
"What do we do now?" Hermione demanded, whirling back to face Bellatrix. "I know, you can let me go."
"I think not," Bellatrix replied with a chuckle as she settled herself in a comfortable looking purple armchair. "I was seen taking you, so the Order think you're our prisoner. And prisoners of the dark never escape."
"I can make up a good story," Hermione retorted. "The Order believe everything I say. If I say I overpowered you and escaped, they'd believe me."
"They'd believe an eighteen year old girl could overpower Bellatrix?" Lucius laughed. "Pull the other one."
"Firstly, I'm nineteen," Hermione replied, giving Lucius a dazzling smile. "Secondly, I'm a very competent witch. And thirdly, I can be very convincing. I have the Order eating out of the palm of my hand."
"Flirting with the Potter boy won't help you explain an escape," Bellatrix pointed out. "You might be able to wrap him around your finger, but it won't work with everyone. Your feminine wiles are useless on Dumbledore, and there's no way he's going to believe you escaped from my clutches."
"She's right, we're not letting you go," Lucius said. "Not only will it be impossible to explain, but your father would kill us. He was very clear that he wanted you permanently removed from the Order."
"It looks like you've achieved that," Hermione pouted as she slunk down on an empty sofa. "Fine I give in. I'll go back home and be a good girl."
"I think not," Bellatrix chuckled. "You can escape the wards at home. Even if I erected new ones, you can leave because it's your home. You're staying here."
"You're not even letting me go home?" Hermione asked her adopted mother with a frown. "What about my things."
"I can arrange for some of them to be brought here," Bellatrix replied with a casual flick of her hand. "The question is, what we do with you until your father returns."
"What do you mean, what we do?" Hermione asked warily.
"You can't just waltz around the place like a guest," Lucius pointed out. "No-one knows who you are, and it isn't our place to reveal your identity. As far as everyone is concerned, including the other Death Eaters, you're a prisoner. And prisoners are kept in the dungeons."
"You're going to keep me in the dungeon?" Hermione exploded, jumping back to her feet. "Hell no, I'm not letting that happen."
"Believe me, it's very tempting to take you down there myself and chain you to the dungeon wall," Lucius muttered. He wasn't sure he'd met such a rebellious teenager, even his own son Draco was an angel compared to the argumentative witch in front of him.
"Hmm, into bondage are you Lucius?" Hermione questioned with a wicked smirk and a raised eyebrow.
Lucius's mouth dropped open at the flirtatious tone in Hermione's voice, while both Bellatrix and Narcissa chuckled quietly. It wasn't many people that could embarrass Lucius, but Hermione had succeeded. However, Lucius wasn't one to be thrown for long and he quickly closed his mouth and let it form into his familiar knowing smirk.
"I have been known to indulge," he admitted. "But I prefer a witch with a bit more experience. I like someone who knows what they're doing."
"You'd be surprised by my experience," Hermione replied with a sly smile.
Growing up Voldemort and Bellatrix had taught her to use whatever weapons she had at her disposal, and as she'd blossomed into a teenager she'd realised her best weapon was her sexuality. Over the last few years, she'd become an expert in using her looks and body to get wizards exactly where she wanted them. Harry and Ron had always been easily manipulated by constant hugs and touching and the odd flash of her cleavage or legs. However, she'd had the most success with Sirius, and she'd had the older wizard eating out of the palm of her hand. He'd often told her things he shouldn't had, all because she flirted with him and wasn't opposed to showing off a bit of flesh when she was around him.
Lucius raised an eyebrow at Hermione, but he didn't respond to her statement, instead he turned to address his wife. "I think it's easier if we give Hermione a room and use of a few of the rooms in the guest wing. All we have to do is be careful who's around the manor for the next few days."
"That should be manageable," Narcissa said with a nod as she rose to her feet. "We're not expecting any guests and Draco isn't due back until Tuesday. I'll go and set the elves on preparing one of the guest rooms. Bella, will you be staying?"
Bellatrix looked over at Hermione, before she nodded her hand. "I think that would be for the best. Thank you, Cissa."
"Where is Draco?" Hermione asked as Narcissa smiled at her sister and left to sort the accommodation. She didn't think Draco knew who she was, but one of the things she'd been looking forward to when she returned to the dark was getting to know the sexy blond Slytherin.
"He's at a friends," Lucius replied. "But that's not important right now. We can worry about Draco on Tuesday. Right now, I want to make sure you don't cause any more trouble."
"But trouble is what I'm best at," Hermione replied, giving Lucius another flirtatious smile as she settled back down on the sofa.
"That I can well believe," Lucius muttered with a roll of his eyes.
For the next ten minutes Lucius and Bellatrix reiterated how important it was for Hermione to keep a low profile while she was staying at the manor. As boring as it was, Hermione agreed to behave and she obediently followed Lucius up to the guest wing. Lucius showed her to a beautiful guest room, decorated in soothing shades of blue, and pointed her in the direction of a few rooms she could use. He also gave her the name of one of the house elves, and told her to call him if she needed anything.
"You should be able to dine with us in the main dining room, but Bella can let you know nearer dinner time," Lucius said. "If we're expecting guests, you will have to eat up here, but otherwise you'll be fine downstairs."
"And when Draco's back?" Hermione asked as she ran her fingers down the spines of the books placed on a bookshelf in the corner beside the fire. "Will I still be allowed downstairs to eat, or will I be forced to remain up in my room?"
"We can decide that on Tuesday when Draco is home," Lucius replied. "I'll leave you to get settled in. And it was very nice meeting you, Hermione."
"You too, Lucius," Hermione replied with a sexy smile. Lucius may have been an older wizard, but he was still very good looking and Hermione was never opposed to flirting with a handsome wizard.
Once Lucius had left, Hermione explored the guest room and the surrounding rooms Lucius said she could use. She was tempted to go further afield, but she controlled her urge to misbehave. Instead she settled for spending the rest of the afternoon exploring the books in the rooms she'd been given use of. She then went down to dinner with Bellatrix and the Malfoys, and when she returned to her room, she'd found Bellatrix had arranged to have some of her stuff brought to the manor. Once she'd unpacked her bags, she climbed into bed with a book. For now she was being a good girl, but in the morning she planned on fully exploring the manor. To hell with sticking to the guest wing, she was going exploring and she was sly enough not to be caught.
...
Draco Malfoy landed in the small living room in his private wing of the manor. He was back from his best friend, Blaise Zabini's a day early, but a little of Blaise went a long way. Blaise was a bit of a party animal, not to mention a womanizer, whereas Draco was more focused. While Blaise lived to have fun, Draco had some direction in his life. He was a dedicated Death Eater, and when he wasn't serving the Dark Lord he was helping his father run the family company. That wasn't to say he wasn't interested in letting his hair down and getting to know attractive witches, but a weekend with Blaise was more than enough to last Draco.
Throwing his bag onto a chair for his elf to deal with, Draco headed towards his bedroom to change. It wasn't until Draco entered his bedroom that he realised something was off. Pulling out his wand, he scrutinised the room, finding several items just slightly out of place. He knew it wasn't his elf that had just been cleaning, as he always put things back correctly, and he knew his parents wouldn't have been prying in his stuff. So just who had been poking around his room?
Draco turned to leave to go and find Lucius, when he heard a quiet splash coming from the adjoining bathroom. With a frown, he silently crossed over to the door that led to the bathroom. The bathroom door wasn't quite shut properly, and when Draco reached it, he could feel the steam coming from the room. Carefully he pushed the door open, and froze at the sight that greeted him. Lying in his large sunken tub, her eyes closed and a relaxed expression on her face, was Hermione Granger.
"What the hell?" he exploded as he got over the shock.
Hermione's eyes flew open and just for a moment, Draco saw a brief flicker of panic cross her brown eyes. However, it was just a brief flicker and it disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared. Although the flicker was the only indication that Hermione was worried as she continued to lie in his tub, neck deep in bubbles.
"What are you doing, Granger?" Draco growled. "How the hell did you get in here?"
"Sorry, I wasn't expecting you back until tomorrow," Hermione replied with a shrug, the action causing a bit of water to splash over the side of the tub.
"Excuse me?" Draco spluttered. "You're in my personal bathroom, in my bathtub, and you don't seem bothered. Just you wait until Father gets his hands on you. You're in trouble for breaking in the manor."
"Breaking into the manor?" Hermione laughed, and Draco was struck by how sexy her laugh was. "I'm flattered, Draco. You really think I'm capable of breaking into your house? I'm sure not even The Dark Lord could manage that."
"Fine, then you're a prisoner and you've broken out of the dungeons," Draco stated, not too convincingly.
"And I've snuck up here to use your bath?" Hermione smirked. "Seriously Draco that is a terrible conclusion to reach."
"I'm sorry that I can't find a reasonable explanation as to why Potter's mudblood is in my bath," Draco snarled. "Or why she's still just lying there as though she's in no danger," he added, waving his wand to alert Hermione to the fact it was in his hand.
"Sorry, I'll just leave," Hermione replied.
Before Draco could register Hermione's words, she elegantly rose to her feet. Draco's grey eyes were glued to Hermione's naked body as she casually stepped out of the bathtub, water and bubbles dripping off her and landing on the floor. Despite the fact Hermione was a muggleborn, and everything he despised, Draco couldn't help but appreciate her stunning body. Her pale skin was flawless, and she had a firm, perky pair of breasts, which looked to be the perfect handful. As Draco's gaze travelled downwards, he took in Hermione's toned stomach, her bare womanhood and when she turned round to grab a towel her pert backside.
"Shit," he muttered to himself as he began to react to the sight in front of him. After all, he was only eighteen and he didn't know an eighteen year old that could be faced with a wet, sexy, naked witch and not end up aroused.
Hermione turned her head at Draco's soft exclamation, and Draco could have sworn she smirked as her eyes lingered on his crotch, and the obvious bulge that was forming there. However, she quickly turned her head back around and picking up a tiny lavender towel, she wrapped it around herself. Not that the towel hid much, and by now it didn't really matter. Draco had seen all Hermione had to offer, and much to his frustration, he liked what he'd seen. In fact his head was now full of naughty things he wanted to do to the brunette witch, despite her being a muggleborn.
"Sorry about this," Hermione said with an apologetic smile as she brushed past a stunned Draco.
"Stop," Draco ordered, regaining his bearings as Hermione darted past him and into his bedroom. "You can't just leave."
"Why not?" Hermione shrugged, the action very nearly causing the towel to slip and expose her again. "It's best that I leave. Unless you want a hand," she added with a smirk as her eyes travelled downwards again and rested on Draco's crotch.
Draco bit his lip as her look caused him to harden even further. Glancing down, he groaned at just how visible his erection was. Mentally cursing himself for allowing his hormones to get the better of him, he looked back up just in time to see Hermione darting out of his bedroom. Draco moved to go after her, but it quickly became apparent that he was in no state to chase after her. Before he dealt with Hermione, he would have to calm himself down. Muttering to himself about sexy mudbloods, he turned back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him as he set about doing something to aleviate his condition.
Half an hour later, Draco had sorted himself out, showered and re-dressed, and was ready to find out what was going on. Storming out of his bedroom, he made his way downstairs. The first room he tried was his father's study, and as luck would have it, he found Lucius in his study, along with his aunt Bellatrix. Draco liked his Aunt, and in recent years he'd gotten to know her much better. When he was younger, she'd been rather elusive but since he'd started Hogwarts, she'd been around much more, especially over the last few years.
"Father, Aunt Bella," Draco greeted.
"Draco, you're back early," Lucius said.
"I am," Draco replied with a nod. "And it's a good job too. When I got back, I found Hermione Granger in my bathtub."
"What?" Lucius frowned, sharing an annoyed look with Bellatrix.
"You heard me," Draco said. "The mudblood was in my bath. The little cow was as bold as brass about it as well. What the hell is going on? How did she get in there?"
"Let's find out, shall we," Lucius muttered as he called for one of the elves. "Bring Hermione to me," he ordered the elf when it appeared.
Draco frowned at his father's order and his frown deepened when the elf returned less than a minute later with Hermione. As the elf disappeared again, Hermione shot Draco a saucy wink and her eyes flicked down to his crotch.
"I see you didn't need a hand after all," she purred.
"Hermione," Bellatrix scolded.
"Sorry," Hermione replied with a shrug, although Draco got the distinct impression that she wasn't sorry at all. "What's going on? What have I done now?"
"Draco says he found you in his bath," Lucius said.
"Sorry about that, I didn't think he was back until tomorrow," Hermione replied.
"Even so, why were you even in his room?" Bellatrix demanded.
"I was curious," Hermione admitted. "I didn't plan on having a bath, but I saw the tub and I couldn't resist. I mean the room you've given me is very nice Lucius, but it does lack a decent bathtub."
"You could have just told me that you wanted a bath and I could have sorted something out for you," Lucius pointed out with a sigh. "You could have used mine, instead of sneaking into Draco's room."
"I didn't know yours was an option, Lucius," Hermione replied with a wicked smirk. "I would have definitely considered it if I had known. Although, I have to say, I had no problems with Draco's. It was a very good size. Just perfect I would say."
Draco was stunned by the conversation going on around him, and he was even slightly flustered when Hermione directed the last part of her sentence to him, yet again eying up his crotch. However, he quickly snapped out of it, and shaking his head he focused his attention on Lucius, rather than the flirtatious brunette witch.
"What is going on, here?" he demanded. "Just why is she here, and why are you both acting as though she's a friend? You do know who she is, don't you?"
"We do," Lucius replied with a nod as he glanced towards Bellatrix. "We're going to have to tell him, Bella."
"We are," Bellatrix agreed with a nod. "Draco, sit down, we've got something to tell you. Hermione, you sit down as well, and behave for once."
"Yes, Bella," Hermione said obediently as she sat down beside the older witch.
Draco gave Hermione another puzzled look, before he also sat down and explanations were forthcoming from his father, aunt and Hermione. Between the three of them they explained that Hermione was Voldemort's daughter and she'd been raised by Bellatrix, with some help from Voldemort even though he'd been weak and without magic until the end of fourth year. They explained how she'd gone to school as a muggleborn so that Dumbledore wouldn't connect her with Voldemort, and how they'd used the fact she'd befriended Harry to gain the upper hand on the Order. They then got to the fact that Voldemort wanted her back with the dark, and her mission with the light was over. From now on, everyone was going to know her as the daughter of The Dark Lord.
"Bloody hell," Draco muttered as he took in the revelations. As shocked as he was about several things, all he could think about was the fact he'd seen Voldemort's daughter naked and that the dark wizard had a penchant for reading his Death Eater's minds. If he read Draco's mind, and found of the explicit thoughts he was now having about Hermione, he would be in serious trouble.
"Don't worry, I can protect you," Hermione whispered, leaning over and giving Draco a small smile.
"What?" Draco backed away from Hermione, wondering if she'd also read his mind.
"Don't worry, I didn't read your mind," Hermione chuckled. "What's bothering you is written all over your face. You're worried about Father finding out you've seen me naked."
"It has occurred to me that he might not like it," Draco mumbled.
"He doesn't need to find out," Hermione replied with another smile. "I can make sure he never looks in your mind again."
"Really? And how can you do that?" Draco asked.
"By letting him know that I plan on making you mine," Hermione announced with a smirk as she got to her feet. "Once Father knows that, he won't risk prying into your mind. After all, he has no desire to find out what a naughty little girl his daughter is."
Draco gulped at Hermione's words and he was very aware of Lucius and Bellatrix sniggering quietly at his predicament. "How does telling your father you want me, stop him from looking into my mind? He might not look if we were together, but what's to stop him looking beforehand?"
"He won't want to risk seeing anything he doesn't want to see," Hermione replied. "My Father knows me well enough to know that if I've set my sights on you, I'll have already let you know. And now you've seen what's on offer, you want me as well. I bet your head is already full of wicked thoughts about me."
"Just a few," Draco admitted in a rough voice.
"Only a few?" Hermione pouted as she leant down and brushed her lips against Draco's ear, giving him a prefect view down her tight top as she did so. "I have high hopes for you, Draco. Don't disappoint me."
Hermione quickly straightened back up, and blowing Draco a kiss, she turned and sauntered out of the room. Draco watched her go, surprised and a fair bit of arousal, etched all over his face. Finally turning his attention back to his Father and Aunt, he found them both smirking knowingly at him. Draco rolled his eyes at the pair as he got to his feet, however he'd forgotten about the state Hermione had left him in and as he rose, he gave Lucius and Bellatrix a good idea where his thoughts were. As the pair started to snicker, Draco whirled on his heel and left his father's office at top speed.
Heading back to his room, he collapsed on the bed, his mind a whirl. He certainly hadn't expected Hermione to be the daughter of The Dark Lord, and he certainly hadn't expected her to make such an obvious play for him. It was clear she was used to getting her own way, and it seemed that she'd set her sights on him. The questions was, did he want to be hers? Truthfully, it was too early for Draco to tell about anything long term, but he did know that he wanted her in his bed sooner rather than later. One thing he did know was that it was going to be fun having The Dark Lord's daughter around the place. It was certainly going to liven up his life.