A/N: Hello everyone. I decided it was time to update this story too. Here is the latest installment of this story. I'm not sure how much father I'm going to take it. It was meant to be a series one-shots, but I guess we'll have to see how far my creativity takes me.

This is not being beta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the HP franchise, I only play with the characters for fun, for free, and because I'm a perv. Lol.

Part Five:

It was during Hermione's sixth month there at the manor, that she found herself in one of Lucius' sitting rooms, a report that she was working on in hand, when the floo activated. Her head lifting, she heard her name called from it only seconds before Harry and Ron came through.

A frown to her lips, Hermione just stared for several moments. "How in the hell did you two get access to just come through?" She asked finally.

Both boys seemed taken aback by her question. But it was Harry that spoke up. "Mione, I'm a high ranking Auror. I have access to any floo I want to have access to. Ron wanted to come along, so I let him."

Hermione's brow rose at that. "Is this an official visit from the Ministry?"

Harry paused at her question. "No."

Her brow rose more at his answer. "So, you think it's alright to use your Auror privileges when it suits you? Did it even cross your mind to see if it was alright for you to bring Ronald with you? Didn't you think that maybe, you should owl me, or even call me via the floo, to ask if you could just drop by?"

Ron frowned at her. "Mione...you never minded us dropping by before."

Her gaze landed on him. "Maybe at my flat, but this isn't my flat. I am a guest in someone else's home at the moment. This is my job you've shown up unannounced at."

Ron scoffed. "Guest. This isn't some friend you're visiting, Mione. You're here at a Death Eater's house because Kingsley made you do it. You're living in some criminal's home because he wormed his way out of Azkaban. I still think you're nuts for even taking this on."

Hermione's jaw clenched at him. "Nuts or not, this is my job. A job that I've accepted and take very seriously." Minus when the man you're supposed to be monitoring is making you scream so loud, that its a wonder that half the wizarding world doesn't know you're having an orgasm. She forced the thought away before she let something slip, even on accident.

Ron sighed. "I still can't believe that you're here, instead of at home with us. We're supposed to be getting married, Mione. You need to get over your cold feet and fear. We can be happily married in a few weeks if you just stop this nonsense.

Hermione teeth were grinding. "Nonsense? Ronald, what is it going to take to get it through your thick skull? I'm not having cold feet. I don't want to marry you. I don't want to marry anyone right now. You are my friend, one of my best friends, and that is all it will ever be."

Harry spoke up before they started arguing. "Look, lets save all of that until the next time we see each other. We here to talk to you about something else. We came to make you see reason on this job you're doing. Its ridiculous, Mione. Why are you letting Kingsley make you do this? To live in a home with a man who hates you and where you were tortured by his sister-in-law."

Harry took a breath and went on. "You don't have any thing more to prove here, Mione. You did what you wanted to do. You caught him. You did what no one else could seem to do, by finding him. Its not up to you to make him serve his time, even if it is in his home, instead of where he deserves to be."

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Both of you need to get something straight, I'm not being forced to be here. I was offered the position and I took it. I'm doing my job here to insure that he isn't accosted by people that haven't the open minds to believe that he could change his views of the world."

Ron scoffed. "Change his views? He's a Death Eater who tried to kill you and everyone like you for years that wasn't of pure-blood. He'll never see you as anything but a dirty Mudblood who doesn't deserve to even breath the same air as him."

Hermione felt her temper flaring. "You don't know that. You don't know anything about him. How can you be so sure of what he is capable of or not? Who knows, maybe one day he'll even be friendly towards me." Besides, he hasn't called me a Mudblood in months. She thought.

Ron stepped closer to her. "I know what he is capable of. He is capable to doing his best to hurt you. He would rather kill you, than look at you, if he had the chance. He wont ever change and he wont ever be some one you can fix and turn into a friend, Mione. He would never touch you, unless it was to cause you harm. You of all people, should know that."

Hermione swallowed. Oh, he's touched me alright. It wasn't to hurt me either. "Ronald, you don't know that. I know he can be kind when he wants to be. I have a job to do here and I don't need you two here interfering. I cannot have you two just dropping by whenever you please. There are things that go on here that you can't be apart of and that I don't need you interrupting."

Ron rolled his eyes, but Harry looked at her oddly, before he spoke. "What kind of things go on that can't be interrupted, Mione? It's not like you two sit down for a friendly game of cards of something. Though I can't see how interrupting something like that could be considered a problem. So what exactly would be a problem for us to interrupt? Something you care to tell us?"

Hermione inwardly cursed at her phrasing, but didn't even bat an eye at the question. "Like his rehabilitation that I have to oversee. Counseling that you are not allowed to witness. Reports, that you're not allowed to be privy to, that I'm required to write. What else would be going on, Harry?"

Lucius, who had been listening to the whole conversation while standing outside the room, decided to speak up. "I think, Mublood, they are referring to me fucking your brains out every chance I get. Is that not right, Potter?" He sneered the boys name as he came into sight.

Hermione's eyes grew wide, as her jaw dropped. What the fuck is he doing? She thought in panic. Harry and Ron missed the look on her face as they were equally stunned by his words and staring at him.

Lucius gave her a cold look. "I don't remember giving you permission to let the riffraff in, Mudblood. Just because I'm forced to let you soil my house with your presence doesn't mean you can just let anyone you choose into my home too."

Hermione's eyes sparked in anger at him. "I don't believe I need to ask you if I can let my friends come over or not. It might be your home, but I can do as I please. Not that I invited them anyway. They dropped by unannounced."

Lucius' hard and cold eyes moved to her friends staring at him in dumbfounded silence. "Hoping to catch a show? Hoping to save your little Mudblood friend from me using her like a common whore? Too late for that." He all but purred with a smirk to his lips.

"I think I've made her scream in pleasure in just about every room in my home. She seems to like it when I bend her over every piece of furniture in sight. Though really, I only allow her to sully me since there is no one else around to see to my needs. But it is rather pleasing to hear her begging me to give it her harder and harder." His cold silver eyes piercing her friends as he spoke.

Hermione almost choked at his words. They were true. Mostly. He had pinned her against or bent her over some kind of furniture in almost every room. But it was him calling her a whore that really had the pain ripping through her. Does he really see me as nothing but a whore? A whore who is here for nothing more than his use whenever he likes?

"You wonder why she is here and not running off to marry you, Weasely? Its because, not only does she not care for you, I happen to give it to her better than you ever did. She doesn't like when and how you fuck her. Since you're so lousy in bed, that only makes it so much easier to get her to submit to me as often as she does. So maybe I should thank you for being as worthless in bed, as you are in the other aspects of your life. She only slept with you out of pity anyway." He said with a smirk.

Harry and Ron both drew their wands when they came out their shocked state and glared at him. Both missing the look of shock and hurt on Hermione's face, though Lucius didn't.

Lucius fought a sigh of annoyance at her, though his cold mask was still in place. Doesn't she realize that I'm only saying what I am for her friends' benefit? Apparently not since she looks like I just kicked her or murdered her favorite pet. I just hope she lets me explain before she hexes me into oblivion.

Ron was the one that spoke though. "She would never let a filthy prick like you ever touch her. She has more pride and self respect than that." His words not helping the pain blooming in Hermione's chest, but only making it worse.

Harry snarled. "Nor would you allow someone you consider nothing but a lowly Mudblood even near your person. So we don't believe a word of what you just said. I would suggest you leave us to finish talking to her, before I hex the buggering hell out of you for what you just insinuated about both of my best mates."

Lucius gave a cold laugh. "I'm sure your superiors would love to hear that report too. Of course, you'd have to explain what you were doing in my home in the first place. Explain why you used your privileges as an Auror to gain access, when you had no official reason to be here in the first place. Plus, you'd have to explain why you brought someone who isn't supposed to be here at all along with you."

Harry mentally cursed. Lucius was right. He would have to explain why he hexed a man under the care of someone that wasn't him and why he'd gone against protocol and gained access to his floo.

Ron, his face red with his anger, growled. "Harry might not be able to hex you, but I can."

Hermione spoke, her voice soft. "No, you can't, Ron. It still falls under the same thing. Harry would have to explain how you were able to even be here. Both him and I would be in a serious heap of trouble if you did anything. You both need to leave. Now. I'll come by and speak with you in a few days at Grimmauld Place. Now, just go."

She watched, her face carefully blank, as they nodded and left without another word. When they were gone, she picked up the file holding her report and headed for the doorway.

"Hermione, you can't really think I'd say any of that for any reason other than for your friends' benefit." He said softly.

But she just kept walking.

She was halfway up the stairs leading to her room, when he caught her wrist. "My dear, really, you're being silly about this."

"Lucius, you have two seconds to release me before I hex the living shite out of you." She growled through clenched teeth, not even looking his direction.

He let her go, but only so they didn't go tumbling down the stairs, but he kept following her. She was almost to her room, when he grabbed her again.

She spun around, wand in hand, and dug the tip into his chest. "I warned you, Lucius, now let me go."

His own teeth grit together. He didn't like be threatened by anyone. "If you are going to hex me, then do it. But you are going to listen to me too, my dear."

Hermione jerked her hand from his grasp and opened the door to her room. Striding inside and tossing her report onto a small table just inside the door.

"You don't seem to understand that I only said what I did because of how your friend was looking at you. Potter was suspicious of what was going on that you didn't want them interrupting." Lucius told her, leaning against the open door way and watching her.

Hermione turned and glared at him. "I had it under control. Why would you tell them that we've been shagging anyway? Do you want to see me stripped of my position here? Stripped of all dignity and respect I've work hard to earn with my work at the Ministry because I couldn't keep the boundaries my job requires in place?"

Lucius sighed. "I knew they wouldn't believe it anyway. By me saying it, especially how I purposely said it, it only enforced their belief of me lying. It will keep them from actually thinking you're doing anything here but your job, my dear. It wont raise any kind of questions that you don't want to have put to you. You are smart enough to understand what I was doing for you."

Her chin lifted. "Doing for me? Calling me a Mublood, something you gave me your word that you'd never call me again, and calling me a whore on top of it? You're right. I shouldn't be upset, instead I should thank you for the lovely titles. I'm glad to know exactly what you think of me." She said before she turned to head for her wardrobe. She would not stay another minute in this house with him and the horrible things he'd said about her.

Lucius was furious at her. Even more so when she threw the doors open to the wardrobe and grabbed a handful of clothes.

He stalked towards her and jerked her around to face him. Only with him being as angry at her as he was, it sent a jolt of electricity shooting through him when he touched her. "Ow! Fuck!" He said, letting her go.

She smirked, making tsking noises at him. "You can't touch me when you're mad at me, Lucius. Actually, no, better yet, go ahead. Touch me again. I think you deserve the jolts." She ended on a growl.

At her smirk and her words, his rage only boiled more. He grabbed her again by both of her arms and made her look at him, taking the stinging jolts and doing his best to ignore them, he went on. "My dear, I'll touch you anytime I please. Angry or not. I don't think you're a whore and I never did, no matter what I might have said to your idiotic friends. I do not touch whores. I would not let someone I truly thought was a whore near me. Since I let you near me quite frequently, then that means I do not think of you that way. I actually have a lot of respect for you." His grip tightening as the stinging sensations rippling through him.

Hermione knew that him touching her right now had to be hurting him, but he didn't let her go. However, hearing him say he respected her, shocked her. "You respect me, a Mudblood." Disbelief evident in her voice.

Doing his best not to wince in pain at the jolts, he nodded. "I've already told you that once, and I actually do respect you. I respect who you are, witch. You have proven your intelligence and your skill many times. You don't take anything that you don't feel you've earned. You don't use your connections, or fame for taking down the Dark Lord, to rise high in the ranks at the Ministry. You don't use your intelligence to weasel your way into anything. So yes, I respect you."

She sighed and pulled gently from his grasp. "Stop touching me and hurting yourself." She said softly.

When he didn't reach for her again, she went on. "If you respect me, how can you look at me so coldly and speak so cruelly to me, like you did in there, and not seem the least bit bothered by what you say?"

He sighed. "I've been in awe of how well you know me. How you seemed to know me better than even my wife ever did and she spent decades with me. Yet, you don't know me as well as I thought you did, not if you can ask me that."

She frowned as she stared at him, looked deep into his eyes as she tried to figure him out. He is in awe of my knowledge of him? He never seemed to be in awe of me at all.

His lips curved, seeing her thoughts. "But I have been, my sweet. No one has ever truly understood me, but you seemed too. I've seen so many of your thoughts. During the sessions that have been forced on me for my rehabilitation, you knew how I felt. You understand why I react the way I do sometimes. No one before you ever has. That is why I've been in awe of you. You understand me. It was nice to be really understood for once." He reached up and to touch her cheek but she backed away a few steps, not wanting him to be in pain.

He stepped closer to her, bringing his arm around her so she couldn't move away again. Reaching up again to cup her cheek. "I'm not in pain, my dear. I'm not angry with you any longer. Do you really not understand why or how I can look or say what I did and seem unaffected by it?"

She swallowed. Her thoughts racing. He hadn't shown even a flicker of anything, but..his mask, the one he rarely showed with her, had been in place. The cold and distant mask he showed everyone had been on his face. He only wore that mask when he didn't want anyone to see his real thoughts.

Knowing what she'd learned from his past, knowing he had worn his careful mask while he spoke, she understood. She heard so much of what it was like to be a Death Eater. She'd seen enough from Snape's memories to understand his need for the mask.

Her eyes on his, she spoke. "You wear your mask, because if you ever showed your real thoughts or feelings in the past...you were punished for them. Painfully too."

He nodded. "Yes, I was. Though I wasn't the only one. The Dark Lord's favorite punishment was the Cruciatus Curse. If he thought any of us were against him, even if it was that we didn't like what his orders were, he'd send the curse out at us in an instant."

She studied him. She knew this man. Knew when he lied and when he didn't. "Do you think I'm a whore?"

His eyes never left hers. "No, my dear."

She took a moment to absorb that. "Do you think I've sullied you by being with you in any way?"

Eyes still on hers, he answered. "Not at all, my dear."

She swallowed before going on. "Are you only sleeping with me, because I'm the only one available to do so?"

His thumb stroked her cheek. "No, my sweet. I'm sleeping with you because I desire you. I would still want you, regardless of who else was around. I would still want you in my bed, even if I wasn't bound to my home and able to go out with anyone I chose to. I was only lucky enough to have exactly whom I wanted here with me, like you are. I couldn't have asked for anyone better."

Hermione's brows creased slightly, but she let his words sink in. Not saying a word for several moments. Lucius, sensing she needing a few minutes, didn't speak either.

Finally, Hermione only really had one thing left to ask him. "Did you mean anything that you said downstairs while Harry and Ron were here?"

Lucius smirked. "Very little. The only parts I said that were true at all, was when I said I'd shagged you in almost every room and made you scream in pleasure for me, which I have. You did seem to enjoy it, so that part was true as well. I have to admit, I do really like hearing you beg for more, so that part was also true. Everything else pertaining to you...no, I didn't mean it at all."

He paused, before adding. "Accept what I said to Weasley about the two of you. We both that is true."

Her eyes narrowed again. "Why would you say that to him? I didn't want to hurt him. I would never had admitted that I didn't enjoy our...more intimate times. Nor would I ever tell him that I slept with him because of how upset he was and only wanted him to feel better."

Lucius smirked again. "I know, my sweet. But that boy is an idiot and doesn't seem to understand that you are not his any longer. You are mine, witch. Besides...I am, who I am. If I took a bit of pleasure in rubbing his nose in the truth...well...you can't fault me for it too badly. It's not like he believed me anyway."

Hermione pondered whether she should be more upset than she was about what he'd said to Ron. But oddly enough...she wasn't. "I'm yours, hmm?"

Lucius' eyes darkened slightly. "Yes, my sweet little witch, you are indeed."

"Are you sure?" She knew what her question would get her. Him proving that she was his. He didn't disappoint either as he pulled her closer, and he bent down to kiss her fiercely. His tongue invading her mouth, as he all but crushed her to him.

It wasn't long before they were both naked and on her bed. A bed she'd hadn't been on since she'd tried to keep him away from her months before. A bed he'd never even lain with her on, but one that would be getting plenty of use if Lucius had his way. Which he normally did when it came to her.

Settling himself between her spread thighs much later, his eyes locked onto hers, as she panted from the force of her orgasm that his tongue had brought her only moments before. "You're mine, witch. I want to hear you say it."

She could have given him what he wanted. They both knew she was his and only his, at least while she was in his home, both monitoring and protecting him. What came after her time as his warden...she didn't make any assumptions or have any expectations. They'd cross that bridge when they came to it.

But with his demand of her, she could have given in and said what he wanted to hear, but she didn't want to.

With a small grin, she spoke. "Make me." She purred up at him, as her hands tunneled through his silky blond tresses.

His eyes darkened even more. "You asked for it, my beautiful witch." Sounding very pleased that she had issued a challenge. He loved a good challenge, and always met them head on.

He accepted her challenge too, by plunging inside her to the hilt, making her gasp out in painful pleasure as she arched into him. She loved it when he did that. She liked when he eased inside her too, but the sudden stretching sensation of him filling completely and quickly was pure heaven.

The headboard was banging into the wall behind it. The pictures were rattling on their hooks. Her moans and cries were echoing around the room, but he didn't slow his pace or the strength of his thrusts. His witch was absolutely glorious, to not only pound himself deeply into, but to watch as she came apart underneath him.

Her eyes widening and glazing over in euphoria, her pupils dilating with her bliss, lips parted with her gasps and moans, skin flushed in pleasure, he loved to watch it all. She was simply breathtaking to behold as her passion grew.

His body growing tight with his release approaching, he spoke through gritted teeth. "Admit it, witch, you are mine in all ways."

He grunted as her walls tightened around him, "Say it, woman. No one gives you what I do. No one...makes you scream...as I can. You want..." He groaned as he felt her body pulsing with her impending climax. Damn, she feels so bloody good, he thought. So tight, so wet. Merlin, I don't want any witch, other than her, ever again.

"You want...only me. Say it." His voice harsh as he continued to thrust himself deeply and forcefully into her.

He knew she would need a healing potion after this, with how hard he'd worked her body over already, and he wasn't done yet. Not even close. Because, he wasn't letting her out of this bed anytime soon. When this round was over, he planned on taking her again and again. Showing her, that she was indeed his, even if she admitted it now.

Hermione cried out as he hit her sweet spot over and over again. Her nails scraping along his back and pulling a fresh groan from him at the pain mixing with his bliss. Oh god, I'm his. I will always be his. I don't ever want anyone but him inside me again. Only him.

But she was afraid to say the words. Afraid of how he might try to use them against her later. Of the power it would give him over her.

Only, her euphorically numbed mind didn't heed what she wanted. "Yes, I'm yours, Lucius. Only yours." The words came out on a scream as he sent her flying towards the heavens in a hard and pulsing orgasm.

Hearing them, Lucius gave her every ounce of strength he had as he hammered into her even faster and deeper. His own shout of completion tearing from him as he jerked and spilled himself into her.

Both panting hard as small shudders raced through them from the force of their releases. Lucius kept as much of his weight off of her as possible, but she only wrapped her arms around him tighter and pulled him closer to her.

He held her, his forehead resting against her neck as his heart thundered in his chest. My witch. He thought as they both tried to calm their breathing.

Lucius knew his earlier thoughts were true. This was his woman. A woman that he no longer thought was anything, but amazing. He couldn't even believe that he'd once thought her unworthy. For she was in every way. If anyone was unworthy, it was him. Even if he didn't tell her so. But that wouldn't stop him from having her, from claiming her. From keeping her.

A/N: This seems like a good place to leave it, but I'll leave that up to you guys. Do you want more? I'm not sure where to take it past this point, but who knows what shenanigans we can get up to with these two. Lol.