This story is going to be MAJORLY M rated so be forewarned. This is merely a prologue however it sort of sets the tone for the entire story. DH not ignored, just altered. Nothing belongs to me it all belongs to goddess J.K. Eventual Severus involvement

Prologue

"There is no marriage law declaring us to carry forth a suitable companionship… no other wizard holding me to a bargain long since struck…" the heat given off by the fire roaring behind her was nearly overwhelming, his breath was warm against her bare neck and he smelled thickly of brandy and cigars, "no my little Golden Girl, there is nothing as trivial as that at work here…" his tongue darted out of his mouth and laved against her overly sensitized skin making her squirm and moan against him despite her best, most honest efforts, "there is only my lust for you in the room with us tonight. This is not about love or procreation… this is about my nearly insatiable desire to carry you up to my bed and fuck your mudblood brains out."

"Then why are we to marry?" she asked breathily, unable to deny the rampant desire coursing through her at the sensation of his large hands running up and down her sides, grabbing her hips and pulling her forward to grind against his aching erection that seemed so barely contained.

"Because, my little coquette," he growled against her skin, nipping it none too gently, "when we are married I am able to keep you all to myself. To have you whenever I so choose… whenever I feel the urge to bury myself deep within your tight cunt…" he hissed that last word making her grind her teeth at the dirtiness she felt just being subject to such talk.

"You will lose fun after raping me a few times." She responded bluntly, hoping to cut through the haze of alcohol clouding his mind. He laughed throatily, his chest rumbling with the action. She rested her head against his shoulder, the strange desire to have her hands free, not so she could slap him or attack him but run her hands through his hair, to find out if it was as soft as it looked, overwhelmed her.

"Can it be considered rape if you desire it?" he offered darkly.

"I'll never want it." You fucking liar, she screamed at herself mentally.

"You have no idea how much you will Hermione…" he groaned, arching his hips to press his throbbing cock against her despite the many layers of clothes separating them, "I'll make you fucking beg for it."

"He shall suspect your intentions." She offered, praying they would change the subject lest she melt in his arms any further.

"He shall suspect nothing but my utmost loyalty… especially if we make it look convincing," His arm shot up, his hand wrapping around her upper arm to span its entire circumference and squeeze harshly until she hissed, his perfectly manicured nails digging into her flesh until she was certain she'd be bruised, "so what do you say Hermione? Are you agreeing to my proposition?" he whispered in her ear. It seemed so much simpler when he was declaring it to be about the sex and only that, none of these potentially life threatening circumstances…

But in the end what choice did she have? Pair up with Lucius and overthrow the Dark Lord and his pursuit of the darkest magic she'd ever imagined, saving the wizarding world with only her innocence being lost… or protecting her virtue at the cost of becoming a prisoner of Voldemort and having said magic potentially turned upon her in the end?

Agree to his bargain, overthrow the Dark Lord and while he is riding the high of his victory slash his throat… she mused darkly, astonished at the direction her own thoughts had taken. Her mind was awash with a smiling, happy Lucius having his throat gouged with a knife… of freeing the entire wizarding world of the oppression it had been subjected to for far too long by not only Voldemort but all his followers as well.

Maybe she had no innocence to lose.

"Yes… I agree…" she found herself muttering before she could stop.

"We start tonight." He growled against her neck. Standing he grabbed her butt and held her against him, her legs wrapping around his hips as he slowly walked them towards the doorway and, inevitably, up to his bedroom.

She could already feel the knife in her hand.