WARNING: Sexual situations below and does allude to violent sex.
Nearly three minutes of silence passed before the Dark Lord faced Severus and Ginny.
"Dinner has come to an end. Lucy will escort you out. I will reach out soon with the details." Without waiting for a response he was gone following the same path Hermione had taken minutes before.
Ginny began to speak but Severus quickly held up his hand.
"Not here," he whispered and she nodded as the pair rose and followed the elf to the floo.
They arrived back home, Severus full of adrenaline as he grabbed a small statue and tossed it against the wall.
"That son of a bitch! How dare he..." he trailed off looking at Ginny.
He sighed as he approached her.
"I'm sorry." She began but like before he held up his hand.
"Don't apologize. No, I'm sorry. I should have just killed him or at least tried."
"No, Severus don't think like that. He would have killed you for blinking too fast. Then where would I be? The kids? You did the right thing." She pulled him into a stiff hug.
The contact did nothing to placate him, he felt weak and the feeling he should have done something was looming. But his young wife was right. In order to protect them and to keep his children safe they would have to comply. His mind raced as he thought of ways to get out of it.
Hermione sat on the edge of the bed chiding herself. She had done something she agreed she wouldn't, push too far. Tonight she failed and what would proceed was a toss up. She only hoped Ginny would look after her daughter.
The door slamming drew her from her thoughts and she stood ready for a war of words. She was met with a hard slap across the face knocking her to the floor. Before she could speak Hermione was quickly yanked up and met with another slap. This time he held onto her preventing her from falling.
"What the fuck was that?" He was so close spittle covered her face with each word spoken. She only stared her cheek stinging from the two blows he had just delivered.
"I'm sorry."
He shook her hard the rest of the apology dying on her lips, "no you're not. You ungrateful little bitch. I should have gotten rid of you with the others," he hissed his breath hot on her lips. His breathing was labored. He had two urges, one to kill her, the other was to fuck her senseless. His erection was pressing hard against his boxers further irritating him.
"Just kill me, Tom. Get it over with let me join my friends." She whispered her cheeks damp.
"No. This is what you do to me. I can't," he trailed off as he closed his eyes. The emotions were rising to the surface and they were uncomfortable as he fought hard to maintain some level of control. When it came to this woman in his arms he had none and that infuriated him.
"I can't, I won't. I hate you and yet, I love you so much." He was whispered his forehead hot against hers.
She was crying her body shaking as she reached for him pulling them together.
"Why do you do this to me? Shame me like this?"
"Because you shame me."
"I don't understand Tom, please no more games, I can't bare it."
"You made me fall in love with you. I'm weak, you've made me weak."
"No. I don't believe it. Ginny, you can't ask that of her. You shame me by asking her."
"I won't. We don't need the girl. Talbot, the Scot, I'll kill them. All of them. The Resistance. I will destroy them."
He was pulling at her dress and she reached down to cup him. She gasped to find him ready, his cock pulsating beneath her palm.
The love making was hard and Hermione braced herself by digging her heels into the mattress as he pounded into her body. His nails dug into the flesh of her neck and as he edged closer to release his grip tighten making it uncomfortable to breath.
He increased his pace.
It was rough, nearly brutal but this was his new form of punishment. It was his way to self soothe and mend his wounded ego; she wondered if the cruciaritus would have been more bearable at least she wouldn't feel the disgust she felt now. Despite the indignity, she came with a guttural scream. He followed behind and after crying out his release he moved down her body and buried his face between her thighs lapping at her core like a starved man. Her body shook and she bit down on her bottom lip as a second wave of pleasure rolled over her. This second orgasm made her dizzy and stomach rolled. She was nauseous.
Once she screamed out his name he rose grabbing his robe from the floor and left not bothering to cover his naked body.
Days passed since dinner. There was no more talk of a surrogate nor of an heir but his efforts increased considerably and he took it upon himself to come to her every night. The sex was often violent and he used the act of pleasure to dominate. Afterwards, he would sit on the edge of the bed a whisper a soft apology before quickly leaving her to deal with the conflicting emotions of their encounters.
She wondered if this was what life was to be like? Periods of them not speaking, the passive aggressive responses, the angry love making? The Dark Lady wasn't sure how long she would be able to endure this new reality. Her mind was beginning to feel like dried out wood. The right amount of pressure and she would snap.
Lucius had found what or rather whom he needed to make the initial contacts. It costed a few hundred gallons but in the end it would be worth it. After several days of silence he received an owl this morning for a meeting with a Resistance operative.
It was broad daylight and in the middle of Diagon Alley. If this was anything else he would have refused but it was a test to see if he was serious, only a man on a mission would agree to meet on the crowded streets.
He was about to cross when he spotted her; he quickly did a double take and stepped back in the shadows to watch. She was alone none of the usual guards were with her. Foolish. He thought as he slowly stepped from the sidewalk.
She disappeared into an apothecary and he quickly followed his eyes glued to the door fearing it would disappear and access to her would be gone forever. He crossed the busy street and entered the store to find it empty of patrons. Madame Jean bid him a quick hello as he rounded a corner.
The woman huffed at the lack of response and returned to the lemon beard root she was dissecting.
He found her looking over the healing potions.
"Hello."
Her body went rigid. It was him but she was afraid to turn around for fear it would be someone else.
"Hermione, please look at me."
Her shoulders shook slightly but she turned and he gasped as he noted her damp cheeks. He rushed to her engulfing her petite body in his robes.
"My love, what's wrong?"
She closed her eyes bringing her hands to his chest, "are you real?" She whispered.
Lucius didn't understand, "what? My love?"
"Are you real?" She opened her eyes revealing a fire he had only seen once before.
"Yes. Are you?"
"Yes."
Slowly, their lips met. The kiss was chaste and it left Lucius wanting more. He moaned when she pulled him in for another. He deepened the kiss; using his tongue like a hot shovel he further opened parted lips. The kiss deepened and he gently guided her to the wall. He clawed at her clothing attempting to be as careful as lust would allow with the delicate lace that covered flesh he had longed to kiss.
Hermione's body was burning and the throbbing from the night's previous session with her husband was gone replaced with a yearning as her walls contracted painfully and she needed him inside of her.
Lucius quickly placed a silencing charm on the secluded corner and made quick work of shedding the layers between them. He stroked her clit causing a flood of moisture to coat his finger tips. Small hands undid his trouser pulling his length from the confines of the silk briefs. Hermione went to work pumping him and he hissed in her ear.
"I need you inside me. Lucius, please." Her cry was desperate, needy. She would beg if she had to.
He had no response other then capturing her lips for another searing kiss. With ease, he lifted her small frame giving her time and the position to place his cock at her entrance. With skilled motion he brought her down on his length slowly. Lucius had to bite his bottom lip to stop from screaming out in joy. Once fully in her they remained motionless.
Hermione stroked his hair and Lucius used the silent tenderness of the moment to regain control of himself for he knew once he started moving he would loose it once again.
"Now Lucius, we don't have much time."
His pace began slow and he watched her full lips part and eyes close as if in deep concentration. He did the same bringing his forehead to rest against hers. Their hands roamed each others bodies and Lucius felt tears sting his eyes. She was so close but yet so far away. This moment, was just that a moment a quick shag in a forgotten part of the store.
But the Lucius' heart wouldn't let him relegate this act to a fleeting moment. This was a memory and it was one that would take him forward fuel his rage for her husband. It would give him the power to endure.
She came with a shudder using her fingers to stifle her moan. He followed seconds later burying his face in her neck. He inhaled being sure to capture all of the scent of her.
Hermione was afraid to move. There wasn't enough time for her to commit him to memory. The way his thighs flexed and strained as he bared the brunt of their weight or they way smooth hands held onto her thighs and his moved in and out of her or the way his cock throbbed deep within her. The body between her legs felt strange, different but it felt right.
She pushed at him and slowly shifted his weight allowing her to place her feet on the floor. He fell out of her and they both gasped.
Quickly she fixed her clothing and Lucius did the same. She parted her lips to speak but grabbed something form the self and ran past him.
He felt empty and he fought the urge to follow her. He was lightheaded but thought of the meeting. Glancing at his pocket watch he hissed he had less than five minutes.
Lucius arrived at the cafe and took a seat in table designated in the letter. It was ten past the hour and he debated leaving. Until he saw Blaise. the young man approached a smirk on his face as he sat down.
Lucius tensed, had this been a set up. He only feared he wouldn't be able to get word to Narcissa in time.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy."
"Blaise."
Lucius response was tight as he surveyed the room checking for any snatchers.
"Our friends of the phoenix wish to extend their greeting. We look forward to you joining...us."
Lucius nodded understanding but he still had doubts.
The area of the cafe was secluded but Blaise pulled his wand casting a silencing charm around them.
"Why here?"
"Because no one will question two of the Dark Lord's ranking members having a private lunch in board daylight. I have been with the Resistance for a little over two years now. When your correspondence was received many had their doubts. I had to convince them."
"Did you now?" Lucius quirked an eyebrow unwilling to say anything that could pose incrementing.
"Yes."
"What's in this for you? I have know you to be an ambitious man. How do I know this isn't a set up?"
"The same thing that's in it for you. Freedom. I was an ambitious man; I was always against the Dark Lord's approach when it came to dealing with muggles and other non-human magicals. As for this being a set up which I can assure you it isn't if we are caught here today Mr. Malfoy you won't be the only one hanging from Hogwarts' north gate." He paused looking past Lucius his expression had grown solemn and Lucius could see the heaviness that weighed on him.
"I lost a woman that I care about very dearly to this hell. This Regime is you will," his gaze shifted back to Lucius, "but unlike you this Saturday she will be lost forever. You still have a chance for happiness."
Lucius brow furrowed in confusion and swallowed hard feeling exposed.
"I'm sure I don't catch your meaning."
Blaise chuckled, "Hermione. I followed you in there. I saw the two of you."
Lucius was about to response when a waiter approached smiling broadly.
"What can I get for you gentlemen?" He bounced on the balls of his feet and Blaise rolled his eyes. Another one of them- a sycophant.
They gave their order both keeping it light as they ordered coffee. Both men eager for the young man to leave.
He bowed smiling, "don't worry gentlemen it is on the house."
Despite having cast the silencing charm, Blaise still waited until the man was out of ear shot to speak.
"You would think I'd be use to that by now." Blaise stated clasping his hands together.
Lucius chuckled, "it never ceases to be a source of annoyance."
"If they knew what they did to them. The horrors we did he wouldn't be buying us coffee." He stated.
Lucius' smile faltered as he watched him. The young man reminded him of Draco. Why didn't he have more compassion for his son? His pain? Lucius sighed.
"No, what I did. What the men and women like me did. We led you kids down a path that no child should ever have to walk and for what it's worth I am sorry, truly."
Blaise eyeballed the man for a moment and sensing his sincerity only nodded. He had no words and anything further would expose more than he was willing to share that afternoon.