A/N Thank you very much to Ellabelle12 who left me a review and told me that the story I based mine on was Captive by Dazzlious. It's not on fanfictionnet so no wonder I couldn't find it! Thanks to everyone else who has reviewed, followed and favourited too.

I must admit to having a bit of performance anxiety regarding this chapter. I almost rewrote it as I was very worried that Lucius wasn't living up to his carte blanche promise! Then I read my draft and decided that actually I liked it the way it was, so I'm afraid if you were hoping for a complete kinkfest I may have let you down but hopefully it's still reasonably enjoyable...

The next twenty-four hours passed with frightening speed. Hermione was beside herself. Fear was definitely her overriding emotion, although it was tempered by bone-shaking, stomach clenching lust whenever she imaged herself in the same room as Lucius. She could not even allow herself to anticipate what he might do to her. She was so overwrought she thought she might actually orgasm spontaneously which would have been hard to explain during her day of board meetings. It did not occur to her for even a single second that Lucius might not be able to cure her. She suspected he could have caused her to climax simply by arguing with her about elf rights for twenty minutes which made her very glad that he was not present in her final meeting of the day.

By 7:30 she was a nervous wreck. Her entire wardrobe had made its way onto her bed or her bedroom floor and every item of clothing she possessed from ripped muggle jeans to her formal robes had been tried on and found wanting. She had even transfigured a simple nightgown into a sinfully sexy negligee before she had decided she would never have the nerve to wear it and had vanished the item completely. Finally she had settled on a light summer dress of a similar cut to the one she had worn all those years ago, this time it was a dark mossy green which she hoped brought out the amber tones in her eyes. She was wearing sandals instead of trainers and she had put on her best underwear. She was going to be undressing in front of Lucius Malfoy connoisseur of all things fine after all. She shivered in fear and anticipation.

She was so nervous she actually wasn't sure she could apparate and she had to take several deep calming breaths before she turned on her heel and landed moments later in the library of Malfoy Manor. Whilst she undoubtedly knew where the drawing room was she supposed that even he could not be so tactless as to invite her there.

He had recognised her the day the snatchers had brought her along with Ron and Harry to the manor. She had seen the brief look of horror in his eyes before he looked away, pretending as Draco had done, not to know who they were. In contrast to Draco and Narcissa though, he had watched as Bellatrix tortured her. His eyes had remained glued to her own as the rest of his family had cringed away. Hermione had been strangely grateful to him for that. That someone had borne witness to her torment without enjoyment. That another person carried the scars of that dreadful day even if his were not as deep as her own. She had never blamed him for his failure to intervene. There had been too much at stake, his wife and child had needed him more than she had. Rationalise all she might she still had no desire ever to set foot in his drawing room again.

The library was as she remembered it when the world stopped spinning enough for her to look around. The late evening sun shone through the high windows lighting up thousands of dust motes which hung suspended in the air. She breathed in heavily enjoying the rich smell of parchment and…

"Mr Malfoy." She turned to where he lounged casually against the desk, that desk, an almost empty tumbler in his hand. He had discarded his formal robes she noticed, unconsciously running her tongue over her lower lip. Now he wore a simple white shirt with the top two buttons undone and charcoal coloured woollen trousers. His hair was unbound and hung over his shoulders also catching the sun occasional strands sparkling in its rays. He was almost painfully attractive.

"Miss Granger." He raised his glass in salute. "I must say I'm surprised, I thought you would renege on our agreement."

"Did you?"

He nodded slowly, "I didn't think even your inestimable Gryffindor courage would be sufficient for you to face the snake in his lair."

"Then you did indeed underestimate my courage." She took a step towards him. "I am not at all afraid of snakes."

He gave a snort of amusement and turned to pick up the decanter behind him. "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes please." In fact she would like several. She wondered if being inebriated would prevent him from curing her problem. He refilled his own glass and passed her a fresh one, watching with interest as she brought it to her lips. She no longer choked at the taste of brandy instead savouring the burn of the fiery liquid. Lucius watched her closely.

"Isn't this the point where you ask if it's poisoned?"

She tilted her head. "Is it?"

"Of course not Miss Granger, I believe you will be much more fun alive." His scrutiny was too much for her and she turned away quickly as she had done before to examine the bookshelves. As if he wished to follow their previous script too he interrupted her examination of a volume, this time with his arm around her waist and his lips against her neck.

"I believe this room is much too distracting for you Miss Granger, so if you don't have any objections."

He didn't give her a chance to object, simply apparating her out of the library. Hermione's shriek of surprise and fear cutting off in the book lined room and ending when they landed in a sumptuously furnished bedroom at the foot of an enormous four poster bed.

"Hmm", Hermione eyed it speculatively, "If I didn't already know your cock was huge Mr Malfoy I'd say you were compensating for something." She couldn't quite believe the words that had escaped her lips. She pressed her fingers over her mouth in horror. To her surprise he laughed, actually laughed and she stared at him dumbstruck, he was really very pretty when he laughed.

"If you think that is large Miss Granger you should see my bath." He wandered through an archway into what Hermione could only assume was the bathroom. Seconds later she heard the unmistakeable sound of running water. Oh Sweet Merlin he wants me to get in the bath! She knocked back the rest of her drink and nervously followed him through the archway.

The bathroom was bigger than Hermione's entire flat. The walls covered from floor to ceiling with white marble tiles shot through with pink veins. The bath was sunk into the floor with a set of steps at one end for ease of entry. Six sets of gold taps were set in the walls and all spewed forth water at an alarming rate, the bath was almost filled already. In the middle of the room Lucius was casually unbuttoning his shirt as if them climbing into the bath together was the most natural thing in the world. Hermione gulped when she saw his chest. She hadn't actually seen any of his body before and although he had felt pleasantly firm it had, in no way, prepared her for the full on experience of a topless Lucius Malfoy. His skin was pale but smooth and unmarred by hair save a narrow trail of blond which lead into his trousers. His abdomen was well muscled without being overly defined and Hermione longed to run her tongue across his chest. She blushed and looked away.

Dropping his shirt Lucius approached her once more. She didn't know where to look. She could feel the heat rising off of his body.

"You seem very nervous Miss Granger." He tilted her chin up so her eyes met his. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Carte Blanche." She whispered, surprised at her own honesty, she had promised herself he would not know how terrified she was of this encounter.

Lucius laughed softly. "Don't worry Miss Granger I shall save the whips and chains for a later date. I assure you this evening will be entirely pleasurable. Now why don't you take off that delightful little dress?" With that he stepped away from her, slipped off his trousers, socks, shoes and boxers without any apparent self consciousness and waded into the enormous bath. Hermione was treated to only the briefest glimpse of his jutting cock before it disappeared beneath the water. Lucius settled back on a seat against the wall, his arms spreading out on either side of him.

"If you would be so kind Miss Granger." He gestured vaguely towards her.

Biting her lip in consternation, trying desperately to appear nonchalant Hermione removed her hair elastic shaking her curls over her shoulders before securing them once more. This time safely on top of her head. Then she began to undo the row of buttons along the front of her dress. She didn't dare look at Lucius as she worked her way down to the bottom of the row but his low hiss as she allowed the dress to slip to the floor caused her eyes to flicker in his direction. He was gazing at her, his lips slightly parted, entirely still but for a muscle which ticked in his jaw. She reached behind her, feeling a little bit more confident now and unlatched her bra, teasing him for a moment as she allowed it to hang on her arms, covering her breasts, before it joined her dress on the floor. Lucius smiled and she actually felt herself growing wet or rather wetter than she already was at the sight of him. She quickly removed her knickers and made her way down the steps into the gloriously warm water reassuring herself that at least once she was submerged she would no longer be subject to Lucius' scrutiny.

She attempted to take a seat at right angles to him but she was not surprised when he grabbed her wrist and she was half pulled, half floated towards him. He manipulated her so she straddled his lap, his cock rubbing against her belly, both of them chest deep in fragrant hot water. She wondered if he intended to impale her there and then on his erect member, not that she would have minded really although she was quite nervous about its size. He made no move to penetrate her though. Instead he reached up and with nimble fingers pulled the elastic band from her hair. She stifled a sigh, he had no idea how long it was going to take to dry. It fell around her shoulders, fanning out on the surface of the bath.

"You are beautiful." He surprised her by saying. Hermione looked down until he caught her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. "It is true. You are beautiful now and you were beautiful six years ago. I wanted you very badly and I only denied myself the pleasure because I realised how innocent you were. Even I have some standards." He threaded his wet fingers through the hair at the back of her head and brought her lips down onto his.

She had forgotten. Forgotten just how wonderful kissing, or rather being kissed by Lucius Malfoy was. His soft hot lips explored her mouth with just the right degree of intensity and gentleness and his tongue slipped once more into her mouth to taste and tantalise, arousing her whole body as it thrust against her. She leaned into him, relishing the feeling of his firm chest against her breasts and she wantonly ground her sex against his erect cock delighting in the friction she found there. She had no idea how long they kissed for, it could have been hours or perhaps was only minutes. It felt like a lifetime.

She gave a whimper of protest as he pulled his swollen lips away from hers but then she quickly acceded as he bent her back over one of his arms, allowing even more of hair to sink into the water and more importantly allowing his talented lips access to her breasts. He bit firmly on one nipple then the other causing her to arch her back and wriggle against him, trying to escape begging for more. Finally he took the aching nub in his mouth and sucked hard, Hermione let out a wail of pleasure. This, this was what she had been missing, what she had longed for for the last six years. Why was it only this man who could make her feel this way?

One of his hands was between her thighs now, gentle fingers slipping between her folds, lazily sliding inside her. She bucked her hips against his hand longing and ready for more. His thumb grazed her clit and to her surprise and horror she came around his fingers, gasping his name and clutching at his upper arms for balance. She slumped forwards against him, breathing heavily. Only realising his fingers were still inside her as her body contracted once more around them.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Whatever for?" His lips were in her hair.

"For coming too quickly."

He laughed again. "You do know it's only men who have to apologise for that? I could make you come again right now if I wanted to."

"Oh please don't do that." She wriggled as he gently withdrew his fingers from her oversensitive lips.

"I shall grant you a brief reprieve." He turned her then, so she sat between his legs, his cock pressing warmly against her back. She rested her head back against the crook of his shoulder and gave a sigh of pleasure as his warm hands slid over her belly and moved up to gently cup her breasts.

"Mr Malfoy?"

"As I believe I once said before, considering our current position I think it appropriate for you to address me by my given name."

"Ok. Lucius?"

"Yes."

"Why did you rescue me from the British Library?"

He exhaled against her hair and his fingers which had been tracing small circles on the lower slope of one of her breasts stilled. "I don't really know." He finally answered.

"You risked the displeasure of Voldemort and your chance to redeem yourself in his eyes and you don't know why?"

"When you put it like that it sounds rather foolish." He paused. "You looked so young, so innocent, so muggle kneeling before me in your too short dress and your grubby trainers." He paused again. "You seemed so far removed from everything I had believed about your kind, so far removed from the war itself. I knew what my fellow death eaters would do if they caught you and I couldn't allow it."

She shifted against him. "Do you regret it?"

"No, of course not." He sounded surprised by her question.

"You know if you hadn't helped me that day, things could have been so different. Harry might not have found all the horcruxes, Voldemort might have won." She almost thought she felt him shudder beneath her.

"I am very happy with the way things have turned out." He said softly. "I have not done many things in my life of which I am proud Miss Granger, saving you is one of them."

"Even if you did seduce me afterwards?"

He bit her neck, "Redemption is a path which must be trodden one step at a time. Speaking of which." He picked her up and began to climb out of the bath, "I believe we have a curse to break."

He carried her back into the bedroom where he threw her on the bed before using his wand to cast a very tickly drying charm on her. When he finally lowered his body on top of hers Hermione's sides hurt from laughing and she was well beyond the point of being self conscious. She stretched languorously against him enjoying the feeling of their naked flesh pressed together from head to toe. Lucius was kissing her neck, his lips gentle at first and then more aggressive, biting and sucking at the soft flesh, his hands sliding down to cup her breasts and then to work the already sensitive nipples until she was writhing once more against him. She slid her own hand down and finally, after six years of fantasising about it, she once more held his cock in her hand.

She could swear it was bigger than she remembered and so hot it almost scorched her skin. She pumped her fist up and down the thick shaft. Such had been her unwillingness to participate in sex with Ron that she had become rather proficient at hand jobs. This became apparent when Lucius abruptly stopped kissing her. She looked up to see his head thrown back in pleasure, his eyes closed, his mouth half open as she stroked up and down his engorged cock. She felt a trickle of fluid run down the backs of her fingers and he twitched in her hand.

"Hermione," He pulled away from her. "I can assure you that I do not suffer from any difficulties in enjoying the pleasures of the flesh and if you wish for me to break this curse you need to stop that right now." He groaned as instead of stopping she increased the pressure and speed of her strokes before dropping her hand away.

She appeared to have broken something in Lucius though. He was kissing her hard, his body pinning hers to the bed his hands pushing her arms above her head first in two hands, then in one as he used the other to position himself between her thighs. He tilted his head back to look into her eyes as he thrust forward and sheathed himself fully inside her. Hermione gave a wail of pleasure. He was big, so big and on some level it hurt as her inexperienced walls were stretched almost beyond their capacity. But on other much more important levels she didn't care. She didn't care if he split her in two because every nerve ending inside her was screaming that this was by far the best thing she had ever experienced. That was until he began to move. Then every stroke replaced the one preceding it as the best thing she had ever experienced and she raised her hips to meet his, her head thrown back, as she fought to free herself and pled incoherently for her release.

She was close so close, Lucius still held both of her hands above her head but she longed to reach down and rub her clit. It was almost as if he had read her mind. As soon as the thought occurred to her she felt his skilful thumb rubbing against her clit. She came screaming his name and seconds later he released into her pounding his way even more deeply inside her in the process. He slumped on top of her, his face pressed against her neck his hair covering her face.

Eventually, when the aftershocks had all died down and his cock had slipped out of her and her chest was actually beginning to hurt from his weight Lucius rolled sideways onto his back. He tucked her head beneath his chin, her wild curls fanning out across his chest.

"Thank you." She whispered softly, hardly daring to break the silence.

Lucius took her knuckles in his hand and raised them to his lips. "It is I who should be thanking you Hermione." She smiled but was too tired to respond.

She must have drifted off to sleep because it was almost completely dark when she next opened her eyes. She lay in exactly the same position her head cradled against Lucius' chest and she was aware of a very slight tugging sensation as she realised he was playing with her hair. She wriggled a little so she could look up at him, his grey eyes glinted in the half light and she looked away nestling her face against his chest and inhaling his unique scent deeply into her lungs.

"Miss Granger?"

"Yes Mr Malfoy."

"What will you do if the curse remains unbroken?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well what if you are still not able to enjoy the touch of other men?"

"Oh." She thought about it for several minutes. "Well to be honest I'm not sure I have any desire ever to enjoy the touch of another man."

"What about my touch?"

"Your touch is very enjoyable."

"Why thank you."

"You're welcome."

He didn't speak for several more minutes and she wondered if he had fallen asleep and if she ought to leave. Finally though his deep baritone rumbled against her ear. "You know I would be willing to touch you on a regular basis, if you found the prospect acceptable."

She smiled into the darkness. "I find the prospect very acceptable Mr Malfoy."

The End