fic: let justice be done (lucius/hermione, r)
Title: Let Justice Be Done
Author: V.M. Bell
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR.
Summary: In the aftermath of Lord Voldemort's defeat, Hermione still isn't ready to forgive.
Rating: R
Characters: Lucius/Hermione
Word Count: 547
Author's Notes: For curia_regis, who requested, "Lucius/Hermione, slippery, shiny, 1:19am." All comments, concrit, and reviews welcome.
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Hermione had always looked upon Lucius Malfoy with nothing less than the greatest loathing, but, as she leaned against the wall, she decided that she rather liked him this way, a length of black silk obscuring his sight, his naked, quivering body immobilized upon the bed.
"Please," he begged again, "what have I done to deserve this? Surely, this is a little excessive. I've already been very humiliated, at your hands," he added in an attempt at sycophancy.
Hermione examined her nails. "You think this is excessive? There was the slight matter of your being a Death Eater for a number of years, and, if I remember correctly, you had me imprisoned in your manor and tortured, didn't you? And, tonight, out of nowhere, you accosted me on my way home. How did you expect me to react to that?"
"I read in the Prophet that you work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement now, that you have great leverage over the final version of the Pureblood Inheritance Act. I merely -- merely wanted to discuss the legislation with you." He shifted his weight slightly. "And you know that I have repented completely for -- for everything."
She approached him from behind, her arms crossed. "So, you just want to discuss Wizarding inheritance law with me?"
He was silent for a moment. "Yes, that was all."
"You couldn't have sent me a letter or visited my office at the Ministry?"
"I thought you would have ignored any letter -- and you know that I am prohibited from entering the Ministry. The Minister made it a condition of my -- "
" -- evasion of due and necessary punishment under the law?" she finished for him. Malfoy did not reply. "Well, I suppose -- I suppose I could just talk to you, if that's all you want."
"Yes, yes," he said quickly, "that's all I want, I promise, and then I will leave you alone."
Hermione's eyes flickered toward the alarm clock that she kept on her nightstand. "It's almost twenty past one -- we should begin now."
"Well, that's -- that's excellent," he stammered, trying to sit up but struggling against the bonds of her spellwork. "Do you think you could -- these restraints, are they really needed?"
"Of course they are. Did you think that these discussions would come without a price?"
"I thought they were already price enough," he protested, and she noted panic crawling into his voice.
Smiling to herself, she undid the front of her robes and fondled the flesh-colored cock attached to her in one hand. The other she placed on the small of his back, where the sweat on his skin glistened in the lamplight. She felt him shudder beneath her as she knelt on the bed and found his puckered opening.
"I don't care what the Minister says," she said quietly. "In my book, you're not forgiven, and you don't need me to tell you what you still have to atone for. I won't stop believing that you're up to no good until you prove to me that you are willing to answer for all of your crimes." She pressed harder, and he gasped. She wondered if he would cry before it was all over. "And it begins tonight."
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Signing off, V.M. Bell
Author: V.M. Bell
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR.
Summary: In the aftermath of Lord Voldemort's defeat, Hermione still isn't ready to forgive.
Rating: R
Characters: Lucius/Hermione
Word Count: 547
Author's Notes: For curia_regis, who requested, "Lucius/Hermione, slippery, shiny, 1:19am." All comments, concrit, and reviews welcome.
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Hermione had always looked upon Lucius Malfoy with nothing less than the greatest loathing, but, as she leaned against the wall, she decided that she rather liked him this way, a length of black silk obscuring his sight, his naked, quivering body immobilized upon the bed.
"Please," he begged again, "what have I done to deserve this? Surely, this is a little excessive. I've already been very humiliated, at your hands," he added in an attempt at sycophancy.
Hermione examined her nails. "You think this is excessive? There was the slight matter of your being a Death Eater for a number of years, and, if I remember correctly, you had me imprisoned in your manor and tortured, didn't you? And, tonight, out of nowhere, you accosted me on my way home. How did you expect me to react to that?"
"I read in the Prophet that you work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement now, that you have great leverage over the final version of the Pureblood Inheritance Act. I merely -- merely wanted to discuss the legislation with you." He shifted his weight slightly. "And you know that I have repented completely for -- for everything."
She approached him from behind, her arms crossed. "So, you just want to discuss Wizarding inheritance law with me?"
He was silent for a moment. "Yes, that was all."
"You couldn't have sent me a letter or visited my office at the Ministry?"
"I thought you would have ignored any letter -- and you know that I am prohibited from entering the Ministry. The Minister made it a condition of my -- "
" -- evasion of due and necessary punishment under the law?" she finished for him. Malfoy did not reply. "Well, I suppose -- I suppose I could just talk to you, if that's all you want."
"Yes, yes," he said quickly, "that's all I want, I promise, and then I will leave you alone."
Hermione's eyes flickered toward the alarm clock that she kept on her nightstand. "It's almost twenty past one -- we should begin now."
"Well, that's -- that's excellent," he stammered, trying to sit up but struggling against the bonds of her spellwork. "Do you think you could -- these restraints, are they really needed?"
"Of course they are. Did you think that these discussions would come without a price?"
"I thought they were already price enough," he protested, and she noted panic crawling into his voice.
Smiling to herself, she undid the front of her robes and fondled the flesh-colored cock attached to her in one hand. The other she placed on the small of his back, where the sweat on his skin glistened in the lamplight. She felt him shudder beneath her as she knelt on the bed and found his puckered opening.
"I don't care what the Minister says," she said quietly. "In my book, you're not forgiven, and you don't need me to tell you what you still have to atone for. I won't stop believing that you're up to no good until you prove to me that you are willing to answer for all of your crimes." She pressed harder, and he gasped. She wondered if he would cry before it was all over. "And it begins tonight."
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Signing off, V.M. Bell