A/N: Hello everyone. Here is the new installment to this series of one-shots. I think I got to everyone's reviews, if not I'll get to them soon. Thank you everyone for the great reviews you've all left, I love reading them all.
This is still not being beta'd as of yet, so please forgive any errors you may find.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the HP universe, I only write for free, for fun, and so I can share my perviness with others. lol.
Part Four:
The first month passed. They finally had their conversation. Though it hadn't been as detailed as she had intended.
She had escaped the shower after he'd indeed shagged her very well inside it. Then, dressed in her robe, she'd told him that she'd meet him in his office in half an hour, before going to her room. A room she hadn't really seen much of since her arrival. In fact, other than him showing it to her, she hadn't seen it since she'd gotten there.
Seated in his office, him behind his desk, she told she couldn't let her having sex with him effect how she reported to Kings, that they had to keep the boundaries in place. Then, proceeded to list what her boundaries concerning him and her job were.
Half way through them, Lucius had merely smirked and before she knew it, he had rounded his desk, pulled her out of her chair, and proceeded to show her exactly what he thought of her boundaries.
Personally, she thought she needed to give the man a dictionary, because there had been no boundaries what-so-ever in what he did to her. Though, she did have a smile on her face for hours afterward. A smile he noticed and was chuckling softly over.
Lucius still shagged her rotten daily, but it wasn't anything like the first few days. It was just as intense at times, but he didn't have her naked and wrapped around him constantly.
There were other things that demanded their time. For one, Lucius, it seemed, was now required to have someone come by and speak with him twice a week. Hermione would have called the wizard a psychiatrist, but they weren't called that in the wizarding world. Mental Healers. She'd almost snorted at the term. It was the same thing, either way.
Hermione had been asked to be present by the Healer, but she said she'd wait outside instead. She didn't want to intrude on this when it could get intense and rather private.
This garnered her a slightly quizzical look from Lucius, but it was hidden quickly. Even though he found it interesting that she could dig through his past and all his possessions before, but didn't want to intrude now.
Of course, the healer insisted that she sit through at least the first few sessions, otherwise he wouldn't stay. Wanting someone who might be able to help, should the man decide to become violent.
Hermione bit back a sigh. Doesn't the stupid prat realize that if Lucius is going to be violent, me being here wouldn't really stop him? Or that if it was going to happen, it would happen on the visits that I'm not present for? Plus, the man has a damn wand to protect himself, while Lucius doesn't. What more does he need to be safe? What does that say about his own capability as wizard? Bloody wanker.
When she saw Lucius smirking at her and chuckling softly, she realized he was reading her thoughts. She raised an eyebrow at him, and told him in her mind to get out of her damn head. Lucius only chuckled again, but turned to look at the healer in front of him instead at Hermione.
She had sat through it. Hating that she was being forced to do so. But after one look at Lucius' tightly controlled mask, she realized he had to hate this more than she did.
Lucius didn't answer many questions put to him and even Hermione had to roll her eyes at the stupidity of some of them, as she sat behind the healer the blond man was speaking to. Glad the shrink, as she called him, has his back to her, letting her observe Lucius. Which was what the healer had wanted.
Like he is going to open up about his feelings pertaining to his father to you, especially on your first day. Moron. Did you even read his file before you came in here? In big bold letters is says he's a very private man, who doesn't trust anyone easily. I know, because I wrote the damn file. She thought, missing Lucius' smirk once again when she closed her eyes and hoped her lover had more patience than she seemed to.
Needless to say, therapy wasn't going very well. But the healer/psychiatrist wasn't the only person brought in. They actually had Lucius taking anger management lessons. Hermione spent the entire time she was forced to sit through them, trying her damnedest not to snicker uncontrollably.
Not at Lucius. But at the witch trying to get him stop, think happy thoughts, and breathe deeply when he felt his anger rising. To think of trees and pretty flowers.
What udder nonsensical tripe. Hermione thought, still fighting her laughter. If Lucius had a wand right now, you'd be transfigured into a toad. If you're lucky. He'd probably hex you within an inch of your life and then have you tossed from his home. I think I'd applaud him for doing it too.
That thought alone had her coughing slightly to cover her laughter. Since he was still scanning Hermione's thoughts, Lucius had to admit that his witch knew him well.
Once a week found an Auror in his home while she reported to Kingsley on his progress. When the minister commented that it didn't sound like it was going well at all, Hermione snorted in derision.
"You really expect some kind of change over night? He was a Death Eater for two decades. He is a bigot, raised by a bigot, and he produced another bigot. If he made even a hint of progress before the first year, I'd die of shock." She said sarcastically with her arms crossed over her chest.
Knowing how well Hermione knew the man, Kingsley backed off. It was why he had chosen her as Lucius' warden too. Only she knew him well enough to know if he was faking it or really making any progress.
After that, Kings moved on to asking her how things were going on her end. Was it hard to be there with him? Was it difficult to keep herself from hexing the man? How was she settling in?
On and on it went. Hermione knew better than say it was fine and all was well. Kings wouldn't believe her. Plus, he might try to get her submit a pensieve or take Veritaserum to prove what was really going on. Both would be very bad with all the shagging that went on at Malfoy Manor.
So she told of how hard it was at times, fighting a silly laugh at the dirty thought that popped up in her mind by that statement alone. Cursing herself for immature thoughts, though she blamed Harry and Ron for them. They had rubbed off on her on it seemed, with all the years she'd spent in their presence.
But she spoke too of how she wasn't ready to throw in the towel yet. She had faith that it might get a little easier. Kings seemed to like her answer, and was proud that she wasn't giving up so easily. Hermione was able to keep a straight face, though she hadn't a clue how she managed it when he praised her dedication.
A few times a week had her out running errands. Sometimes visiting different friends for a bit. Leaving Lucius on his own for no more than an hour or so at a time. She wasn't worried about him trying to escape. He'd only end up in Azkaban if he did. A place she already knew he never wanted to set foot inside again.
Though each time she came back, she found him almost pouncing on her. It made her realize that he didn't like it when she left. Didn't like being on his own, even if only for a short time. After so many years alone, she decided, that he didn't like being in an empty house.
He was fine on his own while knowing she was there in the house. They'd go their separate ways at different times during the day. She might find herself in the library reading, while he did work in his office. Assuming he didn't have anyone that Kingsley appointed for his rehabilitation taking up his time. Using owls to keep up with his business dealings. Though per Kingsley, she was instructed to look through all owls coming and going.
She hated having to do it. It seemed like a horrible invasion of his privacy. Though surprisingly, Lucius didn't seem to mind. He even spoke with her about different ventures he had going on. Seeking her opinion, even if he didn't follow her advice on whatever it was.
She had her own room in the manor. A room down the hall from his. But she didn't think she had spent even a single night in it. She was always in his bed come morning. His arm draped across her naked waist, his chest pressed into her back or her head on his shoulder. A few times found her curled around him, with her chest pressing into his back and her arm wrapped around him.
The only real hitch in all of it, was him still calling her a Mudblood on occasion. Though it was said much nicer than it used to be. It seriously pissed her off when he did it too. But he always did it when he was busy shagging her, or about to. So she was never focused enough to correct him, either.
But the more he used it, the more angry she got afterward. So much so, that she finally had a plan to stop it. Because while she might have become obsessed with him during her search, and might love having him shag her rotten, she refused to be treated without a thought or care to how she felt about what he called her. I don't call him an bigoted bastard constantly, now do I? She thought to herself.
So plan in mind, she did her best to avoid him when she could. To not respond to his advances and to not let him have her. Especially when he used that word with her.
She stayed outside the door when he had his therapy sessions with the shrink these days, and she was in the room while he had his anger management class. But she didn't meet his gaze while in there either. She just tuned out the witch that was speaking to keep from snorting out a laugh at her new tactics to help with Lucius' anger. Going over different thoughts as she focuses on something else.
If she did let him catch her, let him start to kiss and touch her, as soon as the word Mudblood left his lips, she'd push him away and leave the room. Not even giving him an explanation as to why she left. Which only confused the living hell out of him.
She started sleeping in her own bed too. Warding the door so he couldn't get in when she went to bed.
But he didn't ask after her sudden strange behavior. She didn't know if he didn't care, or if his pride wouldn't allow him to ask. But she did see the curious looks he sent her way when she was around him. But she didn't meet his gaze for any real period of time either. Not letting him look into her mind to find his answers.
A week passed, then two, but still she kept on as she had been. A bit surprised that he hadn't forced the issue of her not letting him have her. Especially, with how often he tended to shag her before.
With week three coming into play, she still didn't waver. But she was returning from a trip into Diagon Alley, when one of the elves appeared to let her know that several owls had come while she was away and that they were sitting on Master Lucius' desk waiting on her approval before he could have them.
Hermione asked where Lucius was, and the elf simply stated that he was in his rooms upstairs. She nodded, thanking the creature as it took her purchases that she'd made while away, asking it to just put them on her bed before it popped out of the room.
She made her way to Lucius' office and he wasn't inside as the elf said. But as she made her way to the desk, she didn't see any owls. Frowning, she looked again, in case she missed them, about to call to the elf, when a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
A yelp of surprise escaping her, she saw Lucius an instant before his lips came crashing down on hers. Her yelp giving him the access he sought as his hands tore at her clothes.
It took Hermione a few moments to gain her wits, a moment that she kissed him back, just as fiercely as he kissed her. But when she did get her wits back, she broke the kiss and tried to push him away, only this time he wasn't having it.
He only kissed her again as he pushed her skirt up to her waist, using his knee to part her thighs slightly. She broke the kiss and again tried to push him away, but his words had her pausing.
"I think not, my sweet. You've kept me from you for long enough. I want you and I intend to have you." He said as he trailed kisses down her neck.
Her resolve weakening, she brought his mouth back to hers as she pulled at his own clothes to get him free of them. She had wanted him too, but only kept him away from her to make a point.
Feeling her give in, he unbuttoned her shirt and removed her bra. His hands finding her breasts instantly as he broke the kiss to nip at her neck. "My beautiful little Mudblood, I've missed you." He said softly before moving his lips down towards her breasts.
But his words and that name, had her renewing her resolve again. Hands at his shoulders, she pushed him away again, panting slightly, even as her body begged to let him continue what he'd been doing to her.
Lucius grabbed her wrists and looked at her in confusion, even as his annoyance at her filled him. "Why do you keep pushing me away?" He demanded.
Her eyes were sparking with anger as she glared at him. "Because I don't want anyone touching me that has no respect for me."
He frowned, confused even more. "I respect you."
She snorted derisively. "Like hell you do. If you respected me you wouldn't call me that vile word."
His brows shot up. "That is why you've been pushing me away and locking your door against me?"
She nodded, still angry. "Yes. I will not let anyone touch me, have any part of me, that can't even respect me enough to not insult me at every turn."
His eyes darkened . "You think you can hold out against me for long?" He asked, his brow raising.
Her own eyes sparked more. "Yes, I do."
His lips curved slightly before his mouth landed on hers again, nipping at her lips to make her open for him. But when she tried to struggle again, he brought her wrists behind her back, locking them in place with one of his hands and freeing up the other.
She tried to get free, but his grip was too strong. Again, since he meant no real harm, the spell on her didn't activate.
He had her knickers off in mere moments, his fingers finding her as she protested what he was doing. But her protests grew weak as he had her body flaming quickly and easily. With all the times he'd already shagged her, plus his own skill before they became lovers, he knew how and where to touch that got the best responses from her. But that didn't stop her protests, weak as they were.
His grooming spell had him naked against her as his mouth suckled at her breasts. However, when he sent her crashing down with nothing but his fingers, Hermione knew she was going to lose.
Not that she really wanted to win anymore either. Already his grip on her wrists had slackened and she wasn't fighting him. When he moved to kiss her again, she kissed him right back.
His hand fully let go of her wrists, and all she did was wrap them around him. With both hands free, he picked her up and set her on his desk. Having already pushed everything out of the way first.
He wrapped her legs around his waist, breaking the kiss to look down into her flushed face and passion glazed eyes. "You're mine, my sweet." He told her before plunging inside her.
Hermione gasped as her head fell back at the pleasure of having him fill her once again after so many weeks of not having him. Lucius groaned at her slick walls surrounding him, but didn't pause to savor the feeling, instead he pulled out of her, almost all the way, before he thrust back in. Just as deeply as before with each drive of his hips.
He had missed her, but he'd be damned if he let her do again what she had. He'd let her escape before, because he really didn't want her by force. He wanted her wanting him on her own, just as much as he wanted her. But, she would not use her body, or his need for it against him. He was not some weak willed man that would allow a witch to make him bow down to her, just to get between her thighs.
He already had several witches try that tactic and it had never worked before. He normally just walked away when they tried it, but not this witch. He still wanted this witch very much and he intended to show her that he had more control over himself and her than that.
His pace increasing, Hermione was digging her nails into his shoulders as she moaned out her pleasure. Her mouth found his as he kept up the deep and fast grinds of his hips against hers. He warred his tongue with hers, keeping dominance over the kiss as well. Not letting her have an inch of control, as his fingers dug into her hips in his bliss at having her again finally.
When she cried out her release, he pulled out of her, yanking her off the desk and spinning her to face it instead. Her hands landing on the top of it to keep from falling over as he jerked her hips back towards his, bending her slightly, before he was slamming himself back inside her tight, wet center.
She gasped out in rapture. The change in position, and the arch of her back had him hitting that wonderful hidden spot inside her. The one that normally had her toes curling when he brushed it again and again.
This time no different than any other time as she moaned out in absolute delight, while he went back to his deep and hard thrusts. One hand in her hair, the lush locks wrapped around his wrist so she couldn't escape, the other on her hip, pulling her back into him, as he slammed himself inside her over and over again.
She felt everything tightening as he had the coils within her building quickly. Her pants harsh, as his hips moved like well oiled pistons. God, he's feels so good. Her mind shouted as her body started to tremble with the force of her orgasm that was building.
"I will not be cowed, my sweet. You will not..." A groan escaped him as her walls started to pulse as he brought her right to the edge of her release. "...not make me bend to your will by...keeping me from you." He told her, feeling her so close, but slowing his thrusts to keep her hanging on the edge. Not giving her what she wanted fully.
He pushed her farther down onto his desk, making his strokes even deeper now, though still just as slow. "I'll only take what you refuse to give." His eyes closed against the sweet agony of holding himself back from giving her all that he wanted to. "Do you understand?"
Hermione tried to shift, but he wouldn't let her. She moaned out, "Lucius, please..."
His grip tightened on her hip, he loved hearing her beg him for more. Loved having such a strong witch completely at his mercy. "Not until you answer me, my dear. Am I understood?"
When she didn't respond, he slammed into her, but still didn't give her what they both wanted. Her nails digging into the wood of the desk, she cried out, and gave him the words he expected to hear from her. "Yes, I understand. Please Lucius, more...I need more." She whimpered out.
His lips curved, as his eyes darkened to the color of molten steel with his lust, and he pounded into her. Giving her all that he had, while she cried out in pure nirvana and her back arched more at the deep sinful pleasure that he was able create inside her.
He untangled his hand from her hair, and had both hands on her hips, as he thrust again and again. Her walls tightening and vibrating more as she panted harder and harder. His own body grew taunt as he felt his own explosion nearing.
His hand quickly moved around her, finding her hidden jewel between her thighs. The combination of both his hands and his thrusts had her screaming out his name, as her body shuddered and convulsed, and her walls clenched tightly around him.
Unable to take anymore, he detonated inside her with a final jerk of his hips. Panting, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and leaned heavily against her. His own bliss floating inside him as he felt each shiver and twitch with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Hermione all but sagged into his desk. Her heart thundering in her chest, trying not to collapse with how rubbery her limbs felt now. She didn't care that she'd caved. Well, she did, but not enough to try her plan again. Her body always seemed to crave this man that had her quivering in need with nothing more than a few soft touches.
When Lucius felt his strength return, he pulled her up and turned her to face him again. His arm around her waist, holding her to him when she didn't seem able to fully stand on her own yet.
His eyes on hers, he saw that her anger was gone, in its place was the same soft look her eyes always carried after he'd had her screaming in pleasure. She also seemed resolved to the fact that he had more control over her, than she had over him.
Seeing it, he leaned in and kissed her, not passionately like he normally but softly, gently. He stroked her tongue lazily with his, only for a few moments, before pulling back. He saw a hint of confusion in her eyes and smirked slightly. He really did like throwing her off balance. It was entertaining as hell.
With as well as she knew him, she didn't have him completely figured out. He wondered if she ever would, even as he decided to have a small bit of mercy on her. "My dear, you could have told me that you didn't like it. You didn't have to go to these extremes to get what you wanted."
Her brow rose. "Yes, because you always do what I ask you." She said sarcastically, even while still slightly breathless too.
He chuckled softly. "But if you felt that strongly about it, I might have listened this time."
Her jaw tightened momentarily, before she sighed in resignation. "I don't like it. I never have."
His eyes searched hers and he found what he was looking for. He saw in her mind every time that she almost cringed at him calling her that. That she'd wanted to stop him, but he always had her distracted enough to not be able to correct him. But she still hated it. Hated that she managed to let him get away with it every time too. A hint of shame always filled her afterward for letting him treat her so terribly.
He knew he didn't want her shame. He wanted many things from her, but shame wasn't one of them. Finally, he nodded. "Then, I won't say again, my sweet. You have my word on it."
She saw that he meant it and was puzzled again, but nodded as well. "Alright, then."
"Are you done keeping me away from you?" He asked, ready to prove his point once again if he had too.
She nodded her head. "Yes, it was a stupid plan anyway. I didn't do anything but punish myself along with you."
His lips curved. "Smart girl. At least you figured that part out on your own."
She frowned at him slightly in annoyance and he chuckled at her before he went on. "I believe though...you have a bit more to make up to me for your ridiculous plan. I don't forgive easily, so it might take you a few hours before I feel you're properly repentant."
He quickly picked her up, startling her slightly when he did so, and carried her upstairs. "I might even be nice enough to let you have a healing potion by the time we're done too." He told her, though he knew he would anyway. He didn't want her in pain. Not only was it better to not have a sore witch for when he wanted her again, he didn't like causing her unnecessary pain or discomfort.
Hermione's lips curved, not buying his words for a moment. He'd never withheld a pain or healing potion from her and she doubted he ever would. "Well, since you're not the only one who has missed the other, I think you might need one by the time I'm done with you too."
If that is true, I think I'll be a very lucky man by the end of the night. He thought, as he pushed open the door to his bedroom. Depositing her in his bed, his final thought before joining her was he was already a very lucky man not to be in Azkaban in the first place. But his luck just seemed to grow more and more as he spent his time since his sentencing with this delicious witch in home and in his bed.
A/N: I hope you all liked that. Thinking of a part five with Harry and Ron tossed into the mix. Something along the lines of them finding out or walking in on something, not sure yet what I'll do about it. But I think its time for them to come in for some kind of confrontation. What do you all think? Please leave me your thoughts. Take care.