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***Warning: There is non-explicit, non-life-threatening mutilation of a child in this chapter with a threat for a continuation of said mutilation. (An ear has been cut off)
16
Previously:
Lucius stumbled as he reached his destination- the cave in Teesdale. The place where Severus was undoubtedly working on the potion that would separate Narcissa from Tom Riddle. He landed on his knees, weak and unable to stand any longer. His hands came up to his chest and he drew them away, coated in blood. Looking up it was obvious that the inhabitants of the cave had yet to notice him. Severus had Narcissa against the wall, kissing the hell out of her.
Lucius groaned and fell on his face, unconscious.
**HGHG**
A loud crash snapped the couple's attention to the unconscious man on the floor in front of them. Narcissa stared, frozen for several moments before what she was seeing registered. Snape didn't have such issues. The moment his attention was focused; he was moving with his wand cutting the air with decisive flicks. Intricate diagnostics floating above Lucius' prone form.
"Mobilicorpus," Snape murmured, directing Lucius to the small stone stool.
Narcissa, seeing what Snape intended, enlarged the stone chair and made it big enough for Lucius to be laid upon it. Blood dripped from the black material, giving it a shiny gloss, trailing crimson droplets behind them. And as soon as he was set down, Narcissa stripped him of his clothes, sending them to fold and lay on the floor of the cave.
She caught her breath as the star-shaped wound on his chest was revealed. It looked as if something inside of him exploded out, leaving behind a macabre burst of flesh and gore. Blood flowed from the wound, unchecked, and Narcissa swallowed in fear and revulsion. She was never very good with this sort of thing, to begin with.
Even though she didn't know what to do, Severus was already murmuring spells under his breath, thickening the very air with powerful spells and counter curses. Had Lucius gone anywhere else to seek treatment or help, he would have most likely died. Only Severus' powerful stasis staunched the blood flow. Narcissa breathed easier for it, having faith that Severus could do anything.
"Cissy, go to the back of the cave. There is a concealed entrance to my personal stores of potions. We need blood replenisher." He glanced up at her before turning all of his attention back onto Lucius.
Quickly, Narcissa went to the back of the cave where she easily found a warded entry. Surprisingly, the wards merely caressed her as she walked through them. She would have to ask Severus about that later.
His stores were a thing of beauty. Infinite shelves lined the cavernous room and she wondered why he used the front room as the main working space when they had access to the vaulted ceilings and a cavern to rival the rainforest room in Malfoy Manor. Looking around at the glittering bottles of potions that reached from the floor to higher than she could see. It would be impossible to find anything in there. Unless…
"Accio blood replenishing potion," She said. A clear glass bottle filled to the neck with a ruby red liquid flew into her hand. She summoned another and left, wishing for more time to explore the depths of Severus Snape's potion stores. She had a feeling the things that she might find in there would be nothing short of awe inspiring.
Once she left the warded storeroom, Narcissa uncorked one of the vials in her hand and lifted Lucius' head, carefully feeding him the potion. Almost immediately his face flushed with health, looking merely as if he were asleep. There was little more she could do and she settled into waiting for Severus to finish, hoping that Lucius could be healed. She had seen Severus heal under much more difficult circumstances before and she was hopeful that this time was no exception for his prodigious skill.
Severus had been working on Lucius for hours when the wounded wizard finally blinked his eyes open. Fisting his hand in Severus' robes and with a show of surprising strength, he pulled the dark wizard close enough to hear the whispered information falling from his lips.
"The Hazia is in the moleskin in my robes. Pull it out and finish the potion. We need to make sure Narcissa is free of him as soon as possible."
"Who did this to you?" Severus asked now that Lucius was stable and conscious.
"Who do you think? Our former master, of course. He seems hell bent on acquiring Hermione. This time with the lure of killing the rest of my family. He never did understand our loyalty to each other." Lucius closed his eyes as Narcissa reached inside his robes for the pouch holding the all-important root that would set her free from her unwanted bond with Voldemort. Lucius reached a shaking hand out toward her and together, they managed to draw out the tuber.
"Is this it?" Narcissa muttered, obviously unimpressed. It was a small and slightly shriveled purple tuber, much like an iris'.
Severus smirked and took the root, taking a moment to lightly squeeze Lucius' shoulder. A mark of nonverbal thankfulness; It was a language they both understood only between each other as neither were overly verbose about their feelings.
Narcissa circled the table until she was on the only stool left and took his hand in hers. They had worked on him, healed him over the long night. And she tried to not let her exhaustion show. Taking his hand in hers was a comfort to both of them. They were still friends and had a son together, despite both being free of the dismal mistakes they had made as children.
"You and Severus, huh?" Lucius teased quietly with a smirk.
"You already knew that,"
"You looked pretty happy that he had you pinned to the wall,"
"Any woman who is pinned to the wall by the man she loves is going to be pretty happy about it. I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't already had Hermione against the wall." Narcissa said with her nose in the air, sniffing disdainfully. She nearly chuckled in triumph when she saw his cheeks flush a light pink, a barely noticeable embarrassment. "You have, haven't you?" She nearly crowed. And he had the nerve to comment on her actions. HA!
Severus meticulously prepared the small root in long even strips and prayed that the small root would be big enough for what the potion required. When he had sent Lucius on this improbable mission, he had assumed that any Hazia that he would get his hands on would be the standard size. Severus also knew that had anything else been available, anything bigger, it would have been Lucius'. The Malfoys were not men that did things by half.
Once he was done with his task, he measured out the required amount and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Not even a gram left over. He had never sweat so hard in his life in such a short amount of time and that includes all the times he was under the wand for punishment during his stint as a spy.
Carefully, he dropped in the Hazia and stirred, smiling fully as the surface of the potion finally matched its delectable smell, lilac. All it needed now, was twenty-four hours to cure and then Narcissa would finally be free from the parasitic draw of Voldemort. Turning back to the blond couple and noticed Narcissa's hand rubbing soothing circles on Lucius' knuckles. He burned with jealousy. But only for a moment. It would be ridiculous to hold their previous attachment against them, especially when neither one of them had been happy in their arrangement.
Narcissa lifted her eyes and met his with a mischievous twinkle and all he could do was smile back at the most beautiful woman in the world.
**HGHG**
Hermione admired Sigurd's powerful form as he caressed the trunk of one of the many walnut trees that had come about only because he had first planted a grove on behalf of the Bowtruckles.
"How were they able to use their magic without a wand? Was there some ritual they used to unleash it?"
"Not that I am aware. From what I understand, these people use their magic instinctually. Whatever their need is, the magic rises up to fulfill their wishes." Sigurd turned back to Hermione,
"I used it once when my life was in danger and again when I desperately wanted to stop Abraxas from stopping me from meeting Riddle. Then, I tried to use it to take down the wards keeping me in my bedroom and I couldn't. Must I be desperate to use it?"
"The young boy that was killed by the Gaunt heir was focused and could call upon it at will."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes. I heard the talk of him and saw him in action once. He did a demonstration for a group of us who were very curious. He could work with water from any source, for what lives on this earth that does not contain water at its very core? He could have drawn it out of you and left nothing but a husk. Although, I fear that would have killed him as well. The amount of power required would have been too much for a boy of twelve. Do you manipulate water as well?
"No mine was more like lightning," Hermione said, with a furrowed brow.
"Intriguing. Excelling in wandwork and having these wandless abilities... You are the most delicious conundrum, Elskede."
Hermione looked up at the sky as the screech of an owl cut through the silence and furrowed her brow in confusion. The owl was known to her only because it was one of the school owls from Hogwarts that she had used most often. It held a tightly rolled scroll in its talons and Hermione reached out her bare arm to the large bird, knowing that to do so would tear the tender skin of her arm.
Just before the owl landed, Sigurd murmured a spell, he had reached above his shoulder to grab the hilt of his sword, needing the physical touch of his chosen conduit. It drew her eyes like a moth to a flame, his hard muscles rippled beneath the fabric of his robes, robes that didn't hide his delectable physique at all.
Linen strips wrapped around her forearm as if it had been freshly bandaged and smiled as the owl settled himself on her arm. Sigurd winked at her, and Hermione blushed from the sheer look of sexual masculinity in front of her. She couldn't deny that he was one sexy wizard.
He smirked, clearly pleased that he had drawn her eye. Hermione tore her gaze from the Viking warrior in front of her and took the scroll from the owl. The bird took wing the moment his job was completed, obviously not expecting a reply in return.
She unrolled the scroll and blanched at what she found in the center. A small child's bloody ear. She turned immediately to reading, cupping the gruesome gift in one of her hands.
My dear beloved cousin,
For days, I have labored over an appropriate gift to send you. You left home so abruptly, I had to wonder if you left of your own accord. We both know you couldn't have walked out on your own. My darling cousin, I feel so torn. How can I be sure you are safe when both you and your betrothed are missing? It is my hope that Antonin has just given in to sentimentality and his tender feelings for you and your desire to see your baggage. Do not worry, dearest, I will be sure to rid you of the unwanted burdens that continue to infuriate me. Had you not left my care, I would have been sure to ask you what you would have wished for a bridal gift. As it was, I had to make do. I'll be sure to send you a gift every day you are away. I would hate to think that you weren't aware of how much I think of you.
Your devoted cousin,
Lord Voldemort
Hermione looked up at Sigurd in horror, the small ear cradled gently in her fist. Sigurd took the parchment out of her hands and growled, as he finished reading. The fire in his eyes, burned bright with promise as they walked back to the Manor to brief the others about the newest, macabre, development.
**HGHG**
Bellatrix drew the last rune with blood before sitting back on her haunches and looked around. The empty living room of the Granger's old house was dark and musky from years of abandonment. She could see where pictures had hung over the wallpaper and the chipped brick of the fireplace in front of her.
It made her heart painfully squeeze, the thought that all of the Grangers things were gone, probably sitting in storage somewhere in Australia. The only thing she had found was a single picture of Richard, Eliza, and Hermione under one of the floorboards in Hermione's old bedroom. It was probably the last picture taken of the three of them.
She looked back down at the runic circle and blew out a breath of hot air. She fingered the material of the dress that she searched and searched for. It had been very difficult to find the exact clothes worn by Eliza in the picture. Bellatrix's heart beat fast with anticipation. It wouldn't be long now until she accomplished what she meant to. She owed this to Hermione. Even if she hadn't been the one to torture her, Bellatrix would have wanted to do this for her. Hermione has become her entire world.
A small cauldron with silver steam rising from it sat in front of her, awaiting only the last ingredient. Her blood. The runes around her glowed as she emptied the small vial of blood into the cauldron. Spirals of silver steam floated lazily, higher and higher until they faded near the ceiling.
The very air around her quaked and time stopped as a bright light enveloped the mad woman still on her knees. The whole neighborhood began to shake as the light grew brighter and brighter, the pressure of the air restrictive. Bellatrix began to laugh in a voice that had little familiarity to her own. She finally had her entire future ahead of her and no one would ever treat her as if she were less than human ever again. She would finally have the life she always dreamed of.
**HGHG**
Draco and Abraxas stood in front of the sealed entrance to Sigurd's chamber in the observation room. They had tried every spell they knew, trying to force it open. They even asked the elves for help to undo the damage that Hermione had caused but to no avail.
"It's not like we actually need the wealth in that chamber," Draco said, leaning against the stone wall in exhaustion.
"We should be studying that encasement. But do you really want some ancestor to someday stumble upon the room filled with paintings of Hermione? Some are very nice, yes, but what about the nude ones? Do you think she would appreciate it if her grandchildren saw her in the nude?"
"I think they would appreciate the art. Hermione is the one who created this situation. I have no idea why you are so die hard about getting inside."
"Hermione was afraid. She can't control these new powers. This isn't her fault."
"So, this is a mission to show her that you would do anything for her? Haven't you already proved that?"
"I'm not here to prove anything," Abraxas muttered, glaring at the door. He shrugged out of his robes and set them on the stone pedestal in the center of the room, before unbuttoning his cuffs, and rolling them up to bare his forearms. Turning back to the door, he raised his wand and began chanting. If that door could be opened by force of will alone, it would have opened hours ago.
"If you want to kill yourself trying to get into that room, fine, but I am done," Draco said, pushing his blond hair out of his eyes. He flicked his wand at the observation room door, opening it with a bit too much oomph and met the startled eyes of his bride to be and his Viking relative.
"Draco," Hermione said with soft eyes and a pleased sigh. All of a sudden, his trousers were much too tight as images of her tight body and eager mouth plowed to the forefront. When she looked at him like that, he was lost. He wanted her right then, despite the witnesses, maybe not entirely because of them.
"Granger," He tried to come off as nonchalant but knew immediately he wasn't fooling anyone. Sigurd's blond brow raised in knowing questioning, a hint of a smirk tugged the corner of his lips. Bastard.
Hermione walked into the room and slid her arms around his waist, holding him tightly as if she were afraid it would be the last time.
"What's wrong, Love?" Abraxas said as he ran his hand over her hair.
"A Lord Voldemort sent her a letter and a 'gift'," Sigurd told them, disdain dripping from his tongue in poison waves.
"A gift?" Abraxas murmured warily.
"An ear. A child's ear." Hermione whispered against Draco's neck. The vein that she pressed against bulged. Clearly, he was clenching his teeth.
"Let me see it," Abraxas demanded, wand already in hand.
Hermione peeled away from Draco, dropping the bloody ear in Abraxas' hands. The moment the ear was no longer in her possession, Hermione was right back in Draco's arms, pressing her face into his neck.
Abraxas waved his wand, checking for any residue of dark magic and sighed in relief of not finding any. That probably meant that whoever the unlucky soul who had their ear cut off was able to grow it back with the right potion. Tom Riddle was many things but a fool was not one of them. He had to know that any lasting harm would only work against his agenda of bringing Hermione over to the dark side. Not that there was a chance in hell that it would actually work. She was made of sterner stuff than that.
"It was a clean severing charm. Whoever the victim was, can probably regrow their ear."
"Thank Merlin," Hermione murmured.
With a flick of his wand, Abraxas banished the 'gift' to Merlin only knew where. He took her hand in his and uncurled her fingers from their clenched fists, cleaning off the dried blood.
Draco held her, steering her out of the observation room and began murmuring soothing words in her ear. Abraxas smiled at the pair, his heart clenching with affection for them. Startled, he realized that he wasn't jealous and wondered why? It couldn't have been because they had seen each other in an intimate situation, could it?
He wondered how he would feel if she were in Lucius's or Sigurd's arms. Would he still be jealous as hell? Not wanting to tempt fate, he tore his eyes and thoughts from the woman who had stolen his very soul. Stolen was too harsh. He had practically gift wrapped his heart, soul, and body for her. He smiled slightly before remembering what drove her to seek such comfort. His upper lip curled in disgust. A child's ear.
Once tea was set in front of them in the sitting room, Hermione finally untangled from Draco. She held her cup cradled in her hand, listening as her men filled Bill and Luna in on the new developments. When the group first entered the empty sitting room, none of them expected it to be so. For the last few days, Bill and Luna had stayed there except for sleeping, dining, and the loo but Sigurd had quickly found them in the garden. Luna had been talking to the flowers that flourished in the spring beds. Bill had been watching, sitting on the grass, a bemused expression on his face.
"We can't let him continue to hurt the children," Sigurd said. His quiet fury causing the air to tremble around him. Abraxas nodded in agreement, sipping his tea.
"Then it's time for war," Lucius Malfoy announced from the doorway, leaning heavily against Severus with Narcissa trailing behind. "The potion is complete and once it has cured, Narcissa will be free. The time is now. He will not be expecting us to storm the venerable gates of Hogwarts."
"How long until the potion is ready?" Abraxas asked, his whole body was tense and ready to jump into action.
"Nine in the morning," Severus said as he helped Lucius into one of the vacant chairs.
"We have today to plan for the Last Battle." Hermione murmured, determination sharpening her gaze. This was the battle she had been preparing for her entire life, and she hoped with every fiber of her being that everyone she loved would come home safe.
**HGHG**
Harry sat on Teddy's mattress making the little boy's dragon fly around the vault. He couldn't help but think how dreary a place it was for a child and despaired that children like Teddy would be forced inside their whole childhood. He knew what it was like to grow up in conditions that left much to be desired and felt helpless in the ongoing war. With Ron and Hermione at his side, he always felt like they were inching towards the end. Destroying Horcruxes, hunting for them, always thinking up new theories made him feel useful. It had always been his fight after all. It was always meant to be him standing opposite Tom Riddle.
Now, he felt like a balloon released to the winds- floating among the clouds, untethered. It was not a feeling he relished. Not actively working for the end of this war made him feel jumpy and he knew that as much as he loved spending time with Teddy and Sirius, he would have to go back to the Manor. That was where the epicenter of the fight had moved and it didn't escape his notice that Hermione was in the center of it all. He was proud of her and afraid that she was destined to meet her end just because he had befriended her once upon a time.
Sirius sighed as he sat down next to Teddy, handing the toddler a baggie of cheerios. Teddy took them with a giggle of delight and dug his little fist into the bounty, trying to stuff them all in his mouth in one go. Sirius patiently pulled the cereal filled fist away from Teddy's mouth, popping one or two in before he could cry.
"Cissy just sent her Patronus. Lucius came through with that ingredient and Malfoy Manor is gearing up for battle in the morning. Every person old enough to understand what is happening is readying themselves. Only a few of the elderly or weaker fighters will stay in the vaults with the children."
"I heard," Harry replied.
"Are you going to go?"
"Of course. Hermione will be there. Are you?"
"Who will be with Teddy if something happens to me? If you leave, I have to stay."
Harry stared at him a bit longer than deemed polite and Sirius coughed and turned his face away.
"Don't look at me like that. It only took me losing almost everyone I have ever loved in my life and even knowing that, staying behind is killing me. I owe it to Remus to protect his son first. Had I done that with you, all those years ago, you would have never been forced to suffer at the Dursley's hands or nearly died in the Ministry, right in front of your eyes… I still remember the absolute devastation on your face."
"I don't blame you! I'm happy you are alive!"
"Exactly. You must fight, everyone must fight but what will become of our Teddy then?"
"The Order would care for him. We still have allies in this war, friends. The resistance has an encampment and it is moved and hidden and changed frequently but with one of these," Harry dug into his pocket and pulled out a small coin. "I can always find my way to them. Not everyone at the encampment is a fighter. There are elderly, infirm, and children. There are those that can't fight for many reasons. They will keep him safe. As safe as if he were their own son. We need everyone willing and able to fight."
"Fine. Let's go to the resistance but I'm warning you, If I don't find anyone I am willing to leave Teddy with, I'm not going."
"Fair enough," Harry watched Sirius pick up Teddy and gather the little boy's things with a bitter sweet smile. That should be him caring for Teddy. After all, he was the godfather. It was good that Teddy had Sirius. Harry would need to be in the front and center of the fighting and Teddy deserved to have someone that had a better chance of coming home. Once everything was gathered, Sirius put his hand on Harry's arm, disappearing to the Order.
They landed with a crack just outside of the woods that surrounded the encampment and watched in amazement as the camp was a flurry of activity. It seems that they were not the only ones that received a heads up on the movements of the Malfoys.
Harry walked into the chaos and Sirius holding Teddy stayed close behind. They weaved around people and tents, some in the process of breaking them down. Searching the masses for Neville turned out to be much more difficult than he once believed but knew that wherever Neville was, was the epicenter of this madness. There was no way that the Order wasn't collaborating with Hermione, that they weren't making battle plans.
In the dead center of camp, they finally found it- command. Walking right through the entrance with little more than nods from the guards placed there, Harry was never happier than at this very moment when he realized the leader was now none other than his fierce head of house. Minerva McGonagall stood like a general, directing battalions, in plans to siege Hogwarts. But what stopped him cold was the sight of a woman he had loved for so long, a woman he thought dead.
"Ginny," He whispered her name like a prayer.
"Harry?" She said equally as breathlessly and stood, a smile spreading over her face. "Harry!" She ran across the room and threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest and pressing her bulging stomach into his.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. For him, this pregnancy changed nothing. He loved her. And if she was happy with another man; he was happy for her. If this was forced on her' he would become an avenging angel delivering karmic justice. If there was some bloody miracle that nothing had changed for her either and she still loved him and wanted him, he would praise every deity that he had ever heard of.
"What happened?" he whispered to her bringing a single hand to caress her belly.
"Voldemort's breeding program."
"Oh Merlin," He choked pulling her even closer if that was even possible. "I'm so sorry, Ginny. I'm sorry this happened to you."
She sobbed into his shirt and clung to him for dear life.
"You're not going into battle tomorrow, are you?" He asked horrified as the thought ran through his head.
"No," She said bitterly. "McGonagall won't allow it. I'm being forced to stay here. She called me a liability."
"If you are here safe, there is no one I trust more to care for Teddy. And your child deserves a fair chance at life. You wouldn't want to endanger an innocent child."
"This is a rape baby, Harry." Her lips twisted with revulsion and hate.
"But it is yours. Your blood runs through its veins and for that alone, it will be loved." Harry looked over her head and caught the approving nod of his former Transfiguration teacher. There was no doubt or hesitation in his mind. He was going to end this war and then he was going to marry this woman if she would have him.
McGonagall flicked her wrist and two new chairs appeared next to Neville. Sirius and Harry took them, their loved ones in their lap. Neville threw them a head nod and a smirk. Already the feeling of triumph was spreading through the camp as news of Harry Potters arrival was passed from person to person.
**HGHG**
Bill and Luna had gone to bed ages ago and Hermione was longingly thinking about sleep too. The war council comprising of her Malfoys and herself had wound down until Abraxas and Lucius stood by the fireplace sipping glasses of Fire whiskey, talking about the different ways they planned on destroying Tom Riddle. Draco was off to the camp of the Order to rally the troops and Sigurd had gone missing over an hour ago. Although, when she brought up his lengthy absence to Lucius, he didn't seem worried- not in the least.
Hermione was still at the table brought in to hold all of the plans and blueprints. Her head was laying on her arms and her stomach was churning. What if one of them died? It hadn't been long since she resurrected them but they already felt a part of her. She wasn't sure what she would do if she lost any of them. Another thing to consider was Hermione's potential death. If she died, the Malfoys minus Sigurd would follow.
"Come on, Love. I'll take you to bed," Lucius murmured silkily in her ear. She opened her eyes that had closed without her realizing and blinked until he came into focus. Until that very moment, she hadn't realized how tired she actually was.
Wrapping his arms around her back, he pulled her to her feet and easily swept her off of her feet and into his arms. She was too tired to argue and just pressed her nose against his spicy robes that drew her ever since that first time he carried her two years ago. If she had to choose a smell that meant safety, she would choose this. Every single time. No one made her feel safe and cherished and wanted like Lucius did.
Letting her arms snake around his neck, Hermione pulled her face into the muscles of his shoulders, dropping kisses in between blissfully drowning in his scent.
"I missed you," Hermione muttered between kisses, reveling in the slight shiver of his body as her breath ghosted over his skin.
"I miss you too, Sweetheart. You will never know how much," Lucius' arms tightened around her as he ascended the first staircase. Pressed against his body as she was, she purred her appreciation for his cut figure. Fingers danced on the nape of his neck, playing with the fine blond hair. The further into the Manor he carried her, the more tense he became- the bolder Hermione's fingers became.
Reaching the door to her room was met with a whispered prayer, quietly pouring from Lucius' lips. Hermione hid her smile. She wanted him to want her just as much as she wanted him. He kicked the door closed unnecessarily hard once they were inside the door. The moment her feet hit the floor, all thoughts of sleep were gone. Chased away by questing fingers and greedy lips.
Lucius attacked her lips with the ferociousness of a man starving and before she had gotten the buttons opened on his robes, she was already standing before him naked. He pulled back then, his hands running down the curve of her and his eyes- oh, his eyes! Pupils dilated and burning with lust, want, and need.
Hermione stepped backward toward the bed and took his hand, intending on leading the way.
"Stop," He murmured and pulled his hand from hers to undo the remaining buttons of his clothing. "I still feel the grime of travel. Shower with me?"
Heat flooded her stomach and his lips curved into a beatific smile. The effect he had on her with just a smile was nearly a crime. Hermione knew exactly what it felt like to be on the receiving end of the Malfoy charm and especially Lucius who could render her incomprehensible with a few words and that look. How could she ever deny him anything?
He was pulling her this time, leading her into the bathroom and started the water running. Steam started coating the mirrors and made her hair frizz to epic proportions in seconds. As he continued to adjust the shower, she studied his naked form. He was all hard lines and ropy muscles, not an ounce of fat on the man. His body was perfection and he was hers.
"Come," He said, stepping into the glass enclosure. Hermione snorted at the order and rolled her eyes, following him anyway. Would she normally follow such orders? No! Unless he said it like he anticipated her orgasm- just like that. She was helpless against his bare sensuality.
He ran his hands over her slick body, following the flow of the water and watched momentarily entrances as water dripped off the tips of her nipples. Licking his lips, he leaned down and sucked one of the rosy tips into his mouth. Masculine appreciation and feminine sighs filled the acoustically perfect room.
His large hands cradled her hips, making her feel small and womanly, wanted. Water flowed over them both in a soft patter of rain. It was nothing like taking a muggle shower. Although, she knew from experience that the pressure could be set according to the wishes of its user.
Lucius dragged her out of thoughts about the shower functions and kissed his way down her torso. Pushing her against the wall, he lifted her leg over his shoulder and swirled his tongue around her clit. She rested her head against the wall and thread her fingers in his wet hair. He licked her until she was a quivering mess.
"Lucius, Please!" She begged.
"Please what, my sweet?" he paused only long enough to tease her with questions when what she really wanted was his cock stroking her g spot.
"I need you inside me."
"As my lady commands," He murmured against her core, taking one last taste before lowering her leg and standing.
Turning her to face the wall, he nuzzled the nape of her neck and she felt the evidence of his arousal on her bum. She pushed against him, gasping. Her hands were on the tile wall, her bum pulled towards Lucius, and was slightly bent over with his fingers tracing her spine.
"Minx," he groaned as her arse wiggled against him. She felt the head of his cock spread her lips and tease her opening.
Rocking his hips into hers, he buried himself to the hilt. Stopping only long enough to appreciate the tight squeeze of Hermione's aroused body. He set a slow and maddening pace, obviously enjoying frustrating her. With one hand on his hips and the other cupping her breast, he brought her to new heights. She moaned as he rolled her nipple. The tug of an invisible line that seemed to be attached to her needy quim was expertly strummed by his talented hands.
This new angle sent her eyes rolling back in her head and an almost endless string of his name dripping from her mouth in a litany. She wanted more of this. This with him for the rest of their lives until he was too old to get it up and her breasts sagged against her stomach.
Thrusting into her faster, he gripped her hip in a near punishing grip and pushed her breasts onto the tile but neither of them seemed to notice. She was lost, feeling her climax build and build and build until she was at the precipice. And then she shattered, clenching him mercilessly as her orgasm tore through her.
His cock pulsed inside of her and he threw back his head, mouth open, with his long glorious hair dripping wet as he thrust faster. His breathing grew heavy as his thrusts became irregular, still swelling in her sensitive channel and setting off after shocks of pleasure racing up and down her body.
"Yessss," he gasped, spilling inside of her before thrusting slowly several more times. She could feel his seed, warm and sticky, already leaking out of her. The water raining on them started washing away the evidence of their lovemaking. "My Hermione, mine."
Hermione chuckled and he pulled her into his body, wrapping his arms around her waist. They got down to the serious business of washing and worshiping each other's bodies, and before long they were both running to the bed in anticipation of round two. Lips against lips and exploring hands continuing the memorization they both so desperately sought. Neither one voiced the fear in their hearts about what the next day would bring.
**HGHG**
Bellatrix watched the activity of Malfoy Manor from beyond the gates, knowing that something was about to happen. She could feel it in the air. It crackled like electricity and made her hair stand on end. There was only one thing that she knew with any sort of certainty. Where ever they were going, whatever they were doing- whether finishing the war or bringing another Malfoy back from beyond the grave- She would be there. Bellatrix would become whatever Hermione needed. Even if what she needed, killed her.
