A/N: Hello all. Here is the next installment of the series, per the requests I've gotten. Hope you like it. This one...is a bit dirty. So...enjoy. Please excuse the coarse language. Only a few words that are a bit much, but still, I don't normally use them in my writing.
For all who asked...no, I will not be sharing my identity. I've already seen several of my readers from my other profile PM me or review this story and that is why I'm keeping my secret. Take care all.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything the HP universe. I just play with the characters for free, for fun, and...cause I'm secretly pervy. Okay, so its not much of a secret, but I'm still a perv at times. Lol.
The Serpent and the Mudblood
Part Two:
It took Hermione a while, but she came to a realization. While she might be embarrassed that Lucius had really been the one to see her doing...well, everything, there was a silver lining. He knew that she wanted him, and while he may swear would ever touch her, and he probably actually wouldn't considering where he was bound to go soon, that didn't mean he didn't want to.
That was what had her cursing days after her visit with him. If she hadn't let what he said effect her so horribly, she might have been able to think clearly. Had she been thinking clearly, a specific thought would have registered in her brain.
The thought, was that while she had done everything she had in front of the portrait, and it had actually been him and not just an old picture of him, he'd still watched her. Of his own free will. He'd watched everything she'd done. He had also had lust in his eyes while looking at her. He wanted her. Even if he didn't want to admit it. To her. To himself. It didn't change it. He wanted a Mudblood. The knowledge had her giggling when it came to her finally.
She stared at his portrait, still in her room, and giggled even harder. He was right. How had she not noticed? It was different when he was watching versus when he wasn't. It was different, when he'd actually been the one inside the frame instead of just an image.
The clothes thing aside, which now that she thought about it, she should have noticed that, the main difference now that he was no longer actually watching her, was in the eyes. They had no intensity in them what-so-ever. They were bland, almost blank even.
Realizing this, it showed her just how much he had indeed watched her. She didn't think he'd ever looked this blank-eyed in his portrait before. Not when the picture had been in his home, and never in hers when she glanced at it. Never when she'd studied it after it hung in her room either.
He must have watched her just about every time she'd been around the picture. Which got her thinking more and more about his words. More about what he'd done while hiding for six years.
It was only a few weeks later that Kingsley sent her an owl. Requesting her presence in his office first thing the following morning. It didn't say what it was about or why he wanted to see her.
But she dressed the next day in a black tailored skirt that fell to her calves with a slit that came up to the middle of her thigh, allowing her to walk, and had a hint of sexiness to it. It wasn't for Kings, but for herself. She liked feeling sexy at times, and today, she needed the added boost.
With the skirt, she added a nice silky button down blouse, matching jacket, and strappy black pumps. It was a bit much for a meeting with Kingsley, but she didn't care. She might even go out afterward for drinks just for the hell of it. She was still dodging Ron and going out might just helped her do so.
If Kingsley asked about her choice of wardrobe, which he wouldn't, she'd just say she had a date later. Who'd know, and really, who cared anyway?
With a spritz of her favorite perfume, she was ready to go. She floo'd to the Ministry, taking the elevator to the floor that she needed to. Stepping out she gave her name, not that she needed to since everyone seemed to know her, and took a seat to wait.
It wasn't long before Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt was walking over to her. A smile on his lips as she stood, gave her a brief hug, and then escorted her inside his office.
When she was done with her meeting, she wasn't smiling any longer. She wasn't sure how she felt about what she'd just heard. But, she wouldn't be going out for drinks yet. She had another stop to make it seemed. One that had her debating a few things.
One being, how she even felt about the whole situation. Two being, how she would handle her new assignment, assuming she took it of course. She had been given the option of backing out on it. Rare as that was. Three was, how she was going to handle what Kingsley had also asked her to do for the next hour or two.
With a sigh, she made her way back to the lifts and pressed the down button. When she got on, she hesitated briefly over the button for the lobby instead of where she was supposed to go. Then, pushed the other button instead. Cursing softly for not taking the cowardly way out and going to the lobby like her brain was shouting at her to do.
When it opened, she made her way down the long hallway. At the door of where she was headed, she took a deep breath to fortify herself before opening it and walking inside.
She was again met with the same sight, as if the person staring at her with a raised brow, was sitting there all of his own free will while still impeccably groomed. Sleek, almost white blond hair tied back away from his face. Slacks colored the darkest of blacks, vest just as dark only but with mother of pearl buttons, shirt a crisp white. All of it almost hidden by out fine outer robes. The only thing missing once again, was his serpent headed cane that held his wand.
She moved to take her seat, several feet away like the last time.
"Well, well, if isn't the Mudblood. Who, the devil, asked you to drop by here? I know it wasn't me." Lucius said, glaring slightly.
She stared long and hard at him. Her head tilting as she thought of what she knew of the man in front of her and compared it to what she saw on his face. Suddenly, she smiled. "You missed me."
His glare increased. "I did no such thing, Mudblood."
Her smile grew slightly. "You did. Not surprising really. I'm fairly certain I'm the only person you've really seen or spoken to on a regular basis in the last...three years...is that right, three years?"
Lucius breathed deeply. "Yes, it has been three years since you found that portrait and two since you hung it up. Though, I've watched you a bit longer than that, since it did hang in my home while you rifled through it."
Hermione was a bit impressed that he admitted to having watched her for so long. "Hmm...well, Kingsley asked me to keep you company while your...legal council and he finish up with your...sentencing."
Lucius' brow rose again. "They've come to a decision? I hadn't heard yet."
Hermione shrugged. "I...think they're still working out the details, hence me being here to keep you occupied." Keeping her answer simple and vague on purpose.
He studied her quietly for several minutes, his eyes roving over her frame. "Should I feel honored that you decided to dress up for me?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I didn't know I was seeing you today. I came here to see Kings, not you. Besides...I have a date later." She didn't, but she'd be damned if she'd let him think she'd dressed like this for him
Lucius studied her quietly again, his eyes almost boring into hers. "Hmm..." Then, he smirked. "You do not have a date, even if that is what you wanted our esteemed Minister to believe."
Hermione shook her head. "It doesn't matter, because I didn't dress up for you."
"No, you didn't. Which just makes it ironic that here you are. Dressed up, looking all nice and pretty for the man you thought of while you touched yourself, and its all for naught." Lucius said smirking.
Hermione started laughing. "Thank you."
Lucius frowned, confused. "For what?"
She was smirking herself now. "You just said you thought I looked pretty. So thank you."
His brow rose again. "Did you miss the rest of that statement? Do you have selective hearing, as well, Mudblood?"
Still smirking, she leaned forward in her seat slightly. "I heard what you said. But you see, you always insult how I look and now you just admitted you think I'm pretty. Nor did you deny it when I pointed it out, just now. Which says...you don't dislike me as much as you claim."
Lucius smiled at her. "I don't dislike you, Mudblood. I loathe you."
Hermione's smirk grew. "You like me."
Lucius glared. "Like to kill you, maybe. But...I'd really like to torture you. For hours."
Hermione's brow rose, even as her smirk stayed in place. "With which of your appendages, exactly?"
His eyes seemed to widen, just the tiniest fraction, as his lips pursed in anger. "Bare hands. I'd wrap them around your delicate throat and squeeze until you stopped breathing...permanently."
Hermione shrugged. "I'm not a gasper, you'll have to find a different type of kink to get in to. Or should I say, get off on."
Lucius growled. "Mudblood, I have no idea where or why you got it in your head that I want anything to do with you. But, let me assure you, I don't. I wouldn't shag you, even if I kept me out of Azkaban indefinitely."
Her lips curved. "Liar." She purred at him. She was enjoying herself. How many people got to taunt and toy with a Death Eater and lived to talk about it.
Lucius fumed silently, breathing deeply. "You're right, I might if it kept me out of that abominable hell hole. Though, I'd be sick for weeks afterward. There would be no amount of magic in the world that ever let me feel clean again. But it would be worth it to stay away from that place. However, since it won't, I wont have to suffer through such a disgusting thing."
If he expected her to be upset by her words, she wasn't. In fact, it just made her smile more. "The gentleman doth protest too much, methinks."
His lips twitched marginally, before becoming a hard line. "The Mudblood hath lost her ever-loving mind, methinks."
Hermione laughed softly. "Possibly. It would explain a lot about myself, as of late. But you still want to shag me."
Lucius shrugged. "Even if it were true, though I know it isn't, you'll never be able to prove it. Let alone ever get me to admit such a thing."
That brought her up. She went back to silently studying him for several minutes. Pondering what she knew, versus what he said. Lucius watched her doing this, but his bland expression didn't change one bit.
But a light seemed to show up in her eyes, like an idea had suddenly filled her. Seconds later, a slow smile curved her lips before she stood. His eyes raking over her once again.
"Leaving so soon? Good, I was growing tired of looking at you anyway." Lucius said, in his bored voice again.
Only, her smile grew bigger, before she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her wand. Lucius watched her through narrowed eyes.
"If you intend to hex me, Mudblood, you'll have to come closer than that. The magical field may keep me in, bit it also keeps just about everything magical out." Lucius taunted.
But she didn't point her wand at him. She flicked it to the door, not even saying a word. Making him think non-verbal spells. He wondered briefly what she'd done, especially when her wand waved three separate times. Then, she slowly moved towards him.
His brow rose as he watched her, but she stopped just outside the field holding him captive. "Change your mind on hexing me?"
She shook her head. "Never thought about hexing you...well..not today anyway."
"So what is your game then, my dear?" Lucius asked, his eyes on hers. But they weren't giving anything away.
She took another step, bringing herself within his field. "Who says its a game, Lucius? If you don't want me, you won't try to take me. Am I right?"
Lucius scoffed, tilting his head slightly to look up at her. "What's to keep me from just taking your wand from you?"
Hermione chuckled. "The rather nasty spell I placed it on years ago to protect it and me against anyone, other than those I give permission, who touches it. You wouldn't look good covered in painful burns and pustules from head to toe. That would just be from touching it too. Heaven help you, if you actually tried to use it."
Lucius shrugged. "I don't want your wand, you want mine. Remember? Not that I'd ever give it to you."
Hermione smirked. "Then, prove it."
Lucius chuckled again. "Nothing to prove, my dear. I'm not reaching for you. Satisfied?"
Hermione shook her head. "Nope. But that isn't really much of a test, now is it?"
Before he could say a word, she cast a spell at him. She'd been slowly moving her wand to point towards him, but he'd been paying more attention to her face and not her hands.
"What do you think you're doing, Mudblood!" He growled at her, his hands bound behind him and his legs tied to the chair.
"Proving my point." She adjusted her skirt and moved to sit on his lap as he glared at her. Her left leg popping out of the slit as she did so.
"By forcing yourself on me? Why, I never thought a Gryffindor would stoop to such levels." He hissed at her, doing his best not to look at the bare leg exposed to him.
Hermione smirked. "No, its more of a Slytherin kind of tactic. Fitting considering who I'm sitting on. Besides, you can't force the willing." Her hands resting on his shoulders.
Lucius glared at her, but didn't say a word. When he didn't speak, she slowly shifted, grinding against him softly, but other than a his harsh glare, he didn't show anything else.
She started out slow, running her hands up and down his chest as her hips continued to move on him. Moving to run them along his shoulders and back. Almost giving him a slow lap dance, minus the music, as she bent backward slightly to make her breasts press against her shirt, before bringing herself up again. But he couldn't hide the tell tell reaction she felt growing under her.
It gave her an idea. It was wrong. So very wrong. But she knew he wanted her. There was no mistaking the heat she'd seen in his eyes as he watched her in her flat. No mistaking his growing arousal under her either.
In for a penny, right? She slowly stood, pulling off her jacket and letting it drop to the floor. She saw his gaze drop, for only an instant, to her covered breasts, and that was all she needed to solidify the plans in her mind.
She undid a few buttons on her blouse, as she kicked off her heels. Eyes on him, as his stayed locked on hers, still glaring at her, but she saw a flicker of what he was thinking. It made her smirk. She didn't fully unbutton. Just enough to tease him with only a hint of cleavage.
Then, pulled her wand and with just a simple flick, he was naked. He inhaled sharply. "You filthy bitch. How dare you. I will not be treated this way. When I'm done with you, you'll wish you'd never been born."
Her brow quirked at him. "Plan on shagging me that hard do you?" Her lips curving again.
"No, little Mudblood, I'm going to see you end up exactly where I'm going. Straight to Azkaban." Lucius hissed.
Hermione tilted her head. "Assuming I don't Obliviate you first, right?"
Lucius growled. But she was running her eyes over him as he did so. He really was something to look at. Chest well formed and muscular. No real chest hair, only a simple line of pale blond hair in a narrow strip that ran down his belly to his groin. His half erect member that was already impressive, and would only become more so when he was fully aroused.
"I'm curious, Lucius. If I was the only real person you talked to, does that mean you haven't had a decent shag in six years either? Because, if so, you'd think you'd be more than ready for me. Mudblood or not." Hermione watched him.
Lucius was grinding his teeth. "That is none of your business, witch."
He'd had sex, but he'd never admit that it was with a muggle woman. He just hadn't thought it worth it in the end. She hadn't been that good in bed. But that hadn't stopped him from shagging her again when the need became too much. Especially, after watching Hermione as she moaned and writhed on her bed.
With an indifferent shrug, she quickly dropped to her knees before him. The slit in her skirt allowing her the freedom to move that she really needed.. Her hands sliding up his pale thighs, as he gave her the most venomous look she'd ever seen. But, she saw the flicker of heat in his eyes again, along with seeing him start to grow more as she got closer his member.
Lucius closed his eyes, willing himself not to let her make him respond. But the next thing he knew, her hand was wrapped around him, and he had to bite back a groan at the wonderful touch. No, not wonderful. Its disgusting. He told himself, though he knew it was useless to lie to himself.
Hermione started to move her hand, but other than a few muscles in his neck tensing, she didn't notice any kind of response from him. So she decided to step it up a bit.
Eyes still closed, Lucius wasn't expecting her tongue to touch him and he jerked. She ran her tongue from his base all the way to the tip. Lucius was able to keep his face relaxed and indifferent, but inhaled sharply as her mouth closed around him and she started to move.
"You're not worthy of me, Mudblood." He said through clenched teeth. "I will not give you what you want. I will not tell you that I want you. Unless its to say that I want you to stop." Focusing hard on not letting his body accept the sinful pleasure she was giving him.
Hermione didn't stop, because she heard the strain in his voice and heard his breathing increase. He was rock solid and she was aching to have him. But she couldn't go that far without him voicing his desires for her. Can I?
She worked him for several minutes. But his next words had her stopping. "I don't want your filthy mouth on me."
She stopped, seeing him open his eyes to glare at her. Only they were blazing with lust. She smiled at him. "Fine, Lucius. You don't want my mouth on you." Standing up.
She couldn't tell if he was more pleased or disappointed. He looked a little bit of both actually. "I'm glad you can see reason, Mudblood."
Instead, she moved to straddle him again. Seeing the slight darkening of his eyes, but not in anger, she knew what his eyes looked like when angry. She smirked, leaning in, even as he tried to turn his head away from her. Which only helped what she was trying to do anyway. Moving quickly, she licked his neck, before nipping it with her teeth just under his ear.
She heard a soft growl escape him, but it was hard to tell if it was anger, or pleasure. So she did it again down the other side of his neck, only this time he didn't make a sound except for his breathing changing once again.
She moved off of him, seeing the relief in his eyes. She paused, does he really not want me? But when she reached for her skirt, his eyes followed the movement. When it hit the floor, she saw him swallow, and when her knickers joined the small pile, she saw his eyes were hot with lust again.
No, he wants me. No doubt about it, especially, with how he's looking at me. She decided. Moving to straddle him again, with only her shirt and bra still on. "Do you want me, Lucius?" She asked softly, while looking into his face again.
She saw his throat working, saw his jaw clenching several times before he answered. "No." He ground out.
She lifted her hips and held herself above him, ready to impale herself on him. Letting him touch her moist entrance, and feeling his shaft twitch in response. "Are you sure?"
He seemed to struggle with his answer. "Yes, Mudblood. I'm very sure I don't want you. I'm afraid you would make that appendage never work right again, if I did let you have me."
She stayed as she was, hovering over him, her lips curving. "So that is what this is about."
She saw his brows crease slightly in confusion, so she went on. "You're afraid you'll like it so much, you wont want anyone else to shag you."
His eyes narrowed. "No, Mudblood. I'm afraid you'll make it wilt forever with your foulness."
She smirked. "I doubt that. Its not wilted at the moment, now is it?" When he didn't answer, she slowly lowered herself down on him. Both inhaling sharply as she did so and he filled her to the hilt.
She stayed as she was, letting her body adjusted to him, but saw his eyes closed once again as his jaw clenched. God, he feels so good. She thought. I haven't even started moving yet, either.
"Get off of me, Mudblood." His voice strained again.
She leaned in, bringing her mouth near his ear. "Alright, but only after I get off on you."
With those words, she started moving. Slowly at first, watching him as she did so. Looking for anything that said he really didn't want her. But so far, it looked like he did, but was only fighting it.
She ground and rotated her hips as she moved, biting back the moan threatening to escape at the incredible feeling it gave her. Hearing a groan escape him that was so soft, that, had she not been looking for some sign from him, she'd have missed it. Encouraged, she increased her pace slightly.
"Never...have I felt anything so...foul." He said, muscles straining in his neck as his teeth were grinding together.
She let a moan out as she continued to rock on him. Her silky shirt brushing against his chest as she moved. "Mmm...yes, foul is exactly the word...you wanted to use. That's why..." She moaned again. "...that's why when you used to look at me in my flat...you always looked so..."
She had been increasing her pace more as she spoke, and when she ground against him again, it made him brush her sweet spot. Making her moan out long and loud.
"So what?" He asked, a slight huskiness added to his straining voice.
Her eyes met his, still moving on him. "Hungry." Her hips no longer at a teasing speed. Now she was rocking against him fast and hard, her moans growing as she felt her body tightening. It only made her raise and lower herself even faster.
Suddenly, she cried out as her body became flooded in pure pleasure, her head falling back slightly as her walls pulsed and vibrated around him. Her hips rocking still, as she rode out her orgasm. Then, she purposely slowed until she was barely moving at all, her eyes opening to see him breathing even heavier than before, his complexion was flushed and his eyes were on fire with his lust and anger.
She took a very calculated risk, that could go either way for her. Wand in hand at her summons, she set his hands free. Seeing his anger increase, she almost expected him to throttle her. Or at least to throw her off of him, but he did neither.
Instead, his hands found her waist and forced her to move on him again. To rock faster on him. "You wanted this, Mudblood, you're going to take it all." He growled at her.
Her hands on his shoulders she moaned again. "Admit it, you want me. You wanted me in my flat too."
His eyes closed for a moment, before they opened again and he spoke. "Yes."
She ground against him again. "You don't think I'm foul. You like how...I feel wrapped around you." Her final word ending on another moan.
His teeth clenched, as he groaned at her movements. "Yes."
His eyes blazing, his hands left her hips, to come up and rip her shirt off of her. Snapping the lacy bra underneath off of her and throwing it behind them.
His hands cupped and squeezed her breasts, as his mouth found her neck and bit into it, sucking hard of the silky flesh. Making her cry out at the pain mixed with agonized pleasure.
She was rocking so fast now, she didn't know how the chair didn't fall backwards and dump them to the floor. "When...you watched me..." She grunted as she felt the tightening inside her again. "...pleasuring myself, you liked it. I'll...even bet...you wanted to...join me." She panted, as his fingers found her hips again and started to dig in with his own rapture at her riding him so fast and hard.
She cried again out as he shifted her slightly against him, making each downward thrust brush her sweet spot over and over. His words, while harsh as his own body tightened, still had her panting and moaning as more fire filled her. "Yes, I wanted to...crawl through that portrait and shag you rotten. I wanted...to be the one...to make you scream."
Hermione clenched around him as she went spiraling out of control. Her scream of pure bliss echoed around the room and almost drowned out Lucius' grunted words. "Let my legs free, witch."
Wand still in hand, barely, she sent the spell and almost screamed again when he used his feet to propel his hips up, as he slammed her down onto him again and again. Hermione could do nothing more than hold on, as he did indeed shag her rotten.
"So good, witch. Merlin help me, you're so worthy. No one, but you, is worthy of me." He grunted out as he continued to pump into her, in sync with her coming down on him over and over again. His mind lost in a sea of pure pleasure.
Her walls vibrating more than ever before, she screamed his name as she was sent flying higher and farther than she'd ever been before. Her nails raking down across his shoulders and back. His own animalistic grunt mixed with her scream as he exploded inside her.
His pants harsh in her ear, he sagged in his chair, as his arms wrapped around her and held her tightly against him. Hermione's head was resting against him as she was gasping for air.
His hand tangled in her hair minutes later, pulling her head up to face him, and finally, he kissed her like he'd been wanting to since he saw her face to face weeks ago. He just wouldn't admit it. Instead, he'd been purposely cold and cruel. He'd been what she expected of him. He'd seen it in her eyes, in her mind. For Severus wasn't the only Death Eater that was a Legilimens. Severus was just the only one to flaunt the skill.
Its how he knew she had been thinking of him as she pleasured herself. He'd read it in her mind while he watched her in her flat. Its how he knew she hadn't really had a date. That she hadn't dressed up for him. It was a spell he didn't need a wand for, one he didn't have to verbalize. One of the few spells that the magical field hadn't been able to block.
The only reason he hadn't known what she was going to do when she entered his field encased chair, was that he hadn't looked that time. He been more interested in seeing the split in her skirt that showed a hint of leg as she'd stood there.
Breaking the kiss, he looked into her eyes, into her mind. The thought he read there had his pride rising. Even tied down and unable to really preform like he usually did, he was still the best shag she'd ever had.
Only as the bliss from their orgasms slowly faded, reality set in once again. Now that his lust wasn't ruling his brain, he realized that he'd had just fucked a Mudblood, and would gladly do so again in an instant, if given the chance.
This reality had him gasping as he stood and let her drop to the floor with a loud thud. She grunted at the unexpected landing. Sprawled on her back, as pain shot up her elbows and bum from the impact. Her head aching slightly at her head banging into the hard floor.
"You bleeding sod. What the hell was that for?" She yelled at him, reaching up and rubbing her head.
His eyes were cold. "Well, Mudblood, you got what you wanted. Now, get out."
Hermione sat up, grabbing her skirt, she covered herself with it as she glared at him. "Yes, I did. You admitted you wanted me."
Lucius gave a harsh derisive laugh. "You women are all alike. Pure-blood or Mudblood its seems. Tell them what they want to hear, and they believe it in an instant. At least the Pure-blood ones don't act like a whore in the process."
She stared at him, hurt filling her, but she forced it away. She would not allow him to make her run again. "I might have acted like a whore, but we both know you loved every single minute of it. You know it and I know it. You enjoyed having a Mudblood wrapped around you, and you know what Lucius, I can leave here satisfied knowing that you will never forget it either."
She stood, accio'ing her clothes and shoes. She repaired them quickly and used her wand to dress again. Sending a spell to dress him back as impeccably as he was before she'd shagged him. Afterward, she moved out of the field surrounding him.
Lucius' eyes raked over her. Mentally cursing when he felt his desire start to fill him again at seeing her dressed as she was. Seeing the hint of thigh exposed as she moved and sat back down. She hadn't been sitting with her legs crossed before, so the slit had been hidden. But not this time and it took everything he had in him to look away from the delectable flesh exposed.
"You're right, Mudblood. I will have to live with it. Live with the fact that you were indeed one of the best fucks I've ever had. But truth be told, I'm rather happy to get one last shag from a tight and willing woman, Mudblood or not, before I go to off to Azkaban, " He saw the clenching of her jaw, even as her eyes held a hint of satisfaction at his words.
He gave her a cruel smile, as what he was about to say settled in him and saddened him slightly. He wouldn't mind having her again, Mudblood or not, but it was impossible. He was going to Azkaban. It wouldn't take this long if his deal with the Minister had gone through like he'd hoped.
"But here is the best part of all of that, my dear. While I'm stuck in Azkaban living with knowing I'll never have your pretty little body wrapped around me. You'll be stuck here knowing I was the best you've ever had too. Probably the best you'll ever have. You won't be able to have me making you scream like you just did, ever again. I still win. At least for me, the depressingly horrible place I'm going to, will eventually leach all sane thoughts from me. Wiping all memory of you away. You, on the other hand, will still be forced to remember that you will never feel me again." He told her.
Hermione swallowed, her eyes dropping to her lap. Wondering if she should say what she was thinking. Wait, how did he know he was the best I'd ever had? She wondered all of a sudden. I never mentioned it during our shagging. Nor did I comment on how lacking my shags had been when I was in my flat and he was watching me.
But she didn't get to voice any of her thoughts, since the small alarm she'd placed to go off when someone came within twenty feet of the door, sounded from her wand. She'd placed it along with wards to give them privacy, and with silencing spells so no one heard them.
She quickly pulled all her wards down. Sending out refreshing spells to both her and Lucius so they didn't smell of sex. Glad to see the grooming spell was able to penetrate the field surrounding him.
She used her wand to clear the room of any lingering smells too. "You never know what might happen, Lucius. But you're right. I won't be feeling you inside me again. I won't be touching you again after today, no matter where you end up."
Lucius frowned at her, but the door opening stopped any comments he might of made. Kingsley entered the room and gave Hermione a smile. "So did your talk with Mr. Malfoy clear things up for your decision?"
Lucius' frown grew, but he waited, listening. Hermione met Kingsley's gaze and she gave him a small, but tight smile. "I think I'll have to decline, Kings."
Kingsley frowned. "Hermione, there really is no one else. Either they'd kill him or to be too afraid to do it at all. I could pull rank on you. Please don't make me do that."
Hermione's chin lifted and her eyes sparked. "Pull rank on me? Why, I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Minister, to put you in such a position. Maybe I'll just quit and save you the trouble of pulling rank on me."
Lucius felt himself smirking. The witch certainly has a temper. Too bad. The blond aristocrat thought to himself. Would have been fun to pick and prod at her to make those sparks fly. To see just how long it took, to turn that anger, into sparks of a different nature.
Kingsley quickly held up his hands. "Now, Hermione, you know you don't want to do that. I'd never pull rank with you, unless I had no choice. We've been friends a long time. I practically watched you grow up."
She raised a brow at him, not realize how perfect it imitated Lucius'. Though his was just a bit better and more intimidating. "Yes, we have been friends along time. However, you try pulling rank with me, and we'll find out just how quickly our friendship ends, Kings."
Kingsley nodded, and Lucius took that moment to speak. "What brings the mighty Minister, himself, down to see a lowly prisoner, like me?"
Kings frowned and looked at Hermione again. "You didn't tell him? What have you been doing down here, then?"
Hermione shrugged, keeping her face blank. "Talking."
Talking, my arse. Lucius thought. "Tell me what, exactly?"
Hermione swallowed. "I'll let you tell him, Kings. If there's nothing else, I'll just see my way out."
Oh, no you don't. Lucius thought, as he looked to Hermione. "Actually, there is something, Miss Granger. I'd like for you to tell me what is going on, if you don't mind."
Kings looked to Hermione. "Well, tell the man."
Hermione ground her teeth together. "You seem to have excellent legal representation, because, apparently, your role in aiding the Aurors in catching the last remaining Death Eaters, has been...invaluable. With this having been taken into consideration, they've reduced your sentence, somewhat. You will now be serving your time, in your home, under house arrest. There will be...reviews done to show your progress with...rehabilitation. If you've proven that you've...had a change of heart and seen the errors of your ways, you'll then be given small privileges back over time. Up to and including your...release."
Lucius stood flabbergasted. He didn't have to go to Azkaban. He didn't have to lose his mind in that asylum. He could go home. He might even be given the chance to be free one day. His head lowered, breathing in deeply in relief, as all what this meant settled inside him.
Seeing his shock, Hermione felt a bit of guilt for not telling him sooner. But had she told him...well, it couldn't be changed now. But she had gotten him to admit his desire of her. But that didn't change her decision to not take the new assignment. Lucius' behavior afterward had only enforced what she already knew. It wouldn't happen again.
Kingsley looked to Hermione again. "Are you sure you wont reconsider? Someone has to take the position and monitor to him closely."
Lucius' head snapped up. "What?"
Hermione sighed. She hadn't intended on him knowing what she was turning down. But Kingsley was kind enough to fill him in as Hermione's jaw clenched in annoyance.
"There will have to be...a warden, or sorts, with you. Someone who can not only keep an eye on you to insure that you don't try anything, but someone who will keep those that want to harm you for being out of prison, away from you. You will be wandless and unable to protect yourself should anyone try to break in and get...revenge." Kings said.
Lucius looked to Hermione. "You were offered this position?" His voice not giving anything away. Sounding cool and aloof.
Hermione's chin lifted. "Yes."
Lucius' head tilted slightly. "Sounds like a full time role. Where would my...jailor...be living during all of this?"
Kingsley frowned. "At your Manor, with you. Unless you'd rather Azkaban, of course?"
Lucius barely glanced at the man. "The arrangements are fine, I assure you. I'm curious, why are you not wanting to take on that role, Miss Granger?"
Hermione glared slightly. "As per our...conversation, I thought it best to decline. You and I...don't see eye to eye on many...topics. It would be in the interest of us both, to not have to share a dwelling on top of...everything else in our past."
Already the wheels were turning in his mind. The possibilities were endless. "Miss Granger, we didn't get a chance to finish our...conversation. There are many other things I'd like to...say to you in regards to it. Mainly I'd like to disregard both of our last statements to each other. Surely, we can come to some kind of arrangement that would...please us both. Should you decide to reconsider the position, of course." Hmm...positions. Many, many positions. He thought.
Hermione frowned, as she looked at him. He can't be saying what I think he's saying. He just said he didn't want...I'd almost swear he wants us to keep shagging, after all.
But his lips curved into a smile and he gave a very tiny incline of his head.
The sight had her frowning in confusion. Then, his earlier statements came back to her. He had stared hard at her and knew she didn't have a date. Knew she'd said as much to Kings too. Knew, without a doubt in his mind, that she hadn't dressed up for him. Knew he was the best lover she'd ever had.
Her eyes widened slightly as the realization of why he smiled and nodded, hit her. Bugger. Is he a...can he read thoughts like Snape? She thought in a panic.
His smile grew and he gave another tiny incline of his head. Amusement dancing in his eyes at her figuring it out with nothing more than him barely nodding at her. She really is brilliant. He thought.
Kingsley was looking at her and not paying Lucius any mind. Hoping she'd take the job. There really was no one else he trusted to do the job and do it well.
Hermione's eyes narrowed sightly. So, am I going to have to listen you insulting me daily?
He gave a slight shrug, amused eyes on her still.
You really want me to take the assignment? Disbelieve evident in the way it sounded in her mind.
He again gave a small nod.
Why? But at his raised brow, she sighed. Crap, you can't answer that with just a nod, or shrug, or anything like that. We're going to end up murdering each other, if I agree to do this. You do realize that, right? She thought for him to read.
Again he shrugged mildly, though his slight smile was back.
"Hermione?" Kings said softly.
"I'm thinking, give me a moment." Hermione snapped at the man, frowning slightly.
Lucius bit back a chuckle. She really was a feisty witch and it would be so much fun to bat his own stubbornness and temper against hers.
I'm not shagging you. She thought, looking to him again.
His eyes narrowed at her. Oh yes, you will witch. He thought to himself. There is no way I'll be letting you keep that delicious body away from me now.
She cocked her head slightly. Not until we really talk about this first. Which means, you can't...do what you did earlier. Dumping me on the ground and being all...rude and snobbishly cruel. She waited.
Finally, he sighed and nodded slightly. Though he would be putting his own rules down too. The damn witch will not be walking all over me, like I'm some weak-willed man. She isn't that good of a shag. He bit back another sigh. Who am I kidding, yes she is. But he still refused to be walked all over.
Hermione turned back to Kings, who was still looking to her, waiting for an answer. "Can we give it a trial run and see how it goes. Say...a week?"
Lucius bit back a growl at that, but Kingsley spoke up. "A month. You'll need time to settle in and really see if you can do it. Plus, I'll need time to find someone else, in case you decline the assignment again."
Hermione pondered that, then nodded. "A month is acceptable."
Lucius fought a grin. A month would be all he needed to show the witch that she wasn't leaving his home or bed again. Not until he was ready for her too.
A/N: Thinking of a part three to show what happens after they get to Malfoy Manor. Let me know what you all think.