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Chapter 9

Hermione met Lucius's gaze. Those grey eyes. She didn't dare move a muscle.

"I asked you a question," Lucius stated as he began to walk into the library. He strolled around the books, looking up and down the rows. Hermione slowly reached for her wand. Lucius immediately sent a spell her way, and her hands were both locked on top of the desk. She couldn't move them. "No, no my dear Mudlbood." Lucius made his way closer to her.

Hermione's heart was pounding. She tried to move her hands, but couldn't. Her arms were paralyzed. She stood up. Suddenly, she was pinned against the wall with her hands above her head. "Tisk tisk. What do you think you're trying to do?" asked Lucius, wand drawn.

"People know you are out," Hermione said nervously. She was trying to act badass, but it obviously wasn't working. She was shaking, sweating, and almost had tears in her eyes.

Lucius scoffed, "You don't think I know this?". He was standing in front of her now. She wouldn't meet his eyes. He looked at her with disgust. "What is a filthy Mudblood doing in my house?"

Hermione kept her chin up, but eyes closed. "Fuck you, Lucius," she said. "If you're going to kill me, do it."

Lucius tittered. "Well, why would I do such a thing? Don't get me wrong. I do need to catch up on my killings. It's been a few years. I do need to get my fix." He brought his wand under her chin. "Look at me. Look at me." Hermione gave in and opened her eyes. Her cinnamon eyes squinted as he spoke, burying into him. "Oh, angry?" She went to knee him, but her legs didn't move. "In case you haven't noticed, I am in control here." He moved his wand down her neck. "Now, again, why is a filthy Mudblood in my house?" Hermione jerked her head to the side, not answering. Lucius moved his wand down the outside of her t-shirt. "It's also been a few years since I've seen a woman's body, too. I've got some catching up to do." The trail from his wand sizzled as it burned the fabric of her shirt.

Hermione's hair fell into her face. The wand moved up and pushed the hair behind her ear. Lucius leaned in. "Mmmmm, the scent of a woman. It has been a long time." He looked down her body, and pressed himself against her. She could feel his erection.

Hermione closed her eyes. "Get off of me," she said with force.

"Just imagine it's Draco," he said. He rubbed himself on her lower body.

"Fuck you. Get off of me."

He moved his face closer to hers. "Such naughty words. You are a bad girl, Miss Granger." He smirked against her lips. His lips closed against hers. She was taken aback when she realized how much she wanted him. She opened her eyes and saw Draco kissing her. She moaned into his mouth. The face flashed back to Lucius's and back to Draco's. Part of her wanted to give in, but part of her knew this wasn't real. It was a spell. She knew what to do. She took this opportunity to slightly bite Lucius's lip. "Like to play rough?" he moaned.

"I want you to take me," she said as she rubbed herself against him. The spells were wearing off, and she could move her body. He was letting his guard down. Lucius took her by the waist and pulled her closer to him. He covered her neck with kisses and moved to her chest.

Hermione was on the verge of tears. She stared blankly ahead, trying her best to ignore what was happening. She felt him slip her shirt open and trace the outline of her bra. His erection was growing, throbbing against her.

"Impedimenta!" a woman's voice yelled. The room lit up with a red flare. Hermione's eyes shot up. Lucius was in the air struggling to move, bound by an invisible force. Suddenly, his body crashed on top of the desk in front of her. The lamp fell off and broke, papers flew across the room. Hermione could see where the desk had cracked.

Narcissa Malfoy strolled into the room, wand pointed at Lucius. She had an evil smirk that ran across her face. Must run in the family, Hermione thought.

"You bitch," Lucius spat as Narcissa walked next to him. She took her black boot and brought it up to Lucius's neck.

"It is good to see you too, dear." She looked at Hermione, eyes wondering from her head to her toes. Hermione straightened her back and pressed it against the wall. "Having a little fun?"