Fascinated

Dinner with the Devil

Dinner with the Devil

Lucius stepped out of the fireplace in his study and headed straight for his whiskey cabinet. He couldn't believe, after all his hard work to keep her safe and alive, Hermione was captured. He had been fascinated with her since the day she stood up to him in Flourish and Blotts the summer before her second year. From that day forward, he vowed to keep her safe, no matter what the consequences. He seethed with anger due to her stupidity in getting caught. Salazar, it seemed no matter what he did, her life wouldn't be safe in a Voldemort ruled world.

No matter how much he drank he couldn't forget about the girl he currently had tied to a chair in his dungeons. He knew he had to deal with her and that infuriated him more because he had no idea how. He stood abruptly, causing his head to spin momentarily, but he gained his composure quickly and stormed down to the dungeon.

He stepped in front of the unconscious girl, bound to the straight back chair, and slapped her across the face, effectively waking her with a jolt.

"Wake up, you ungrateful swot, " Lucius commanded through gritted teeth. She screamed in pain when she became aware of her surroundings. He watched as her eyes darted around looking for who had struck her. Upon seeing an irate Lucius in front of her, she shrunk away from him as far as she could anyway, being chained to a chair.

"How dare you! How dare you, you stupid, stupid twit! I have worked my arse off for years to ensure that you were safe, and you landed yourself right on your bum at the feet of the Dark Lord! What were you thinking? What in Merlin's name were you even doing to get caught?" he shouted at her in fury.

"I-I," she stammered. "Wait, what the bloody hell does it matter to you, and why in the world would you of all people be trying to keep me safe?" she bit back in confusion.

"For Merlin's sake girl! Can't you just be grateful and not spew a million idiotic questions?" He spit back, avoiding her questions altogether.

"Well excuse me, Mr. Malfoy, if you have never given me a reason to believe a damn thing you say," she replied scathingly.

His eyes mocked her, "I have never lied to you, Miss Granger. As a matter of fact, I have always been exceptionally truthful to you."

"Oh, so you still think I am a know-it-all, buck-tooth little swot, do you? Well, I think you are an arrogant, manipulative, arsehole with a God complex!" she screamed at him and spit in his face.

Lucius wiped the spittle off his face and swiftly wrapped his hand around her small throat, "I'm warning you!" he seethed, his face so close to hers that their noses nearly touched. His breath was hot against her face, the smell of fire whiskey wafted up her nose made her scrunch her face in disgust.

"You smell like a fucking pub on a Friday night, " Hermione choked out even as his hand squeezed tighter around her throat. "Let me go!" she breathed out haltingly, struggling to get a full breath.

"You know that isn't in my power to do, you silly girl. Just be thankful you are here and not in one of the Muggle-born camps," he told her with a smirk."You were captured and brought before the Dark Lord. I can't just let you fucking go free."

She stopped struggling against his fingers. Lucius could see her mind working overtime "Not like you will treat me any better. You've only ever treated me like an animal, because to you that is what I am, a stealer of magic," she muttered trying to turn her head away from Lucius to stare at the cold stone wall.

"How about I show you how it would be if I had let you go to a camp?" he asked her, sure she wouldn't want to experience such an atrocity. He could feel fear building in the back of his mind but didn't understand it, so just dismissed it.