Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of J.K.Rowling's characters. I do not make money writing this.

Hi this is my first fic. I hope you will enjoy it. Oh and I'm thanking Maria Elena who not only is a wonderful friend, a beta and a fabulous author…she's also given me the push to post my stories…grazie mille tesoro

This chapter was betaed again by my new beta: Persephone. Thanks a lot, honey.

Deliciously so..

Chapter 1.
Trapped

The tinkling of bells above the door of Flourish and Blotts, significantly magnified by the shop's eerie emptiness, announced the arrival of a customer. The customer in question was a breathtakingly beautiful man: long blonde hair, sensual lips, fair skin and icy grey, penetrating eyes and he carried a black cane with a silver serpent engraved on the handle.
One of the assistants stood staring at him, and quickly asked her colleague about him.

" Don't go too close, luv; that's Lucius Malfoy that is. True he's got the looks of an angel, but he's rotten to the core. He's been in Azkaban, that one has. Captured at the Ministry, when You-Know-Who returned. Stayed over a year there 'till they released him, was under the Imperius Curse so they say. Death Eater if you ask me. Go on, ask 'im if he needs help, then leave 'im be. Don't go looking for trouble."

Approaching the man, who was still looking around lazily, she said:

"Good day Sir, how may I help you?"

"No need, just looking thank you."

And with that he started walking around the many bookcases, finally walking up the stairs to the second floor.

"Pity though, he's really something to look at…"

"Like the Devil. Mark my words, no good will come from 'im. His wife died you know? God knows how…"

"You don't say!"

"I do say, but if anyone asks: you ain't 'eard 'owt from me. Right?!"

"Sure"

"Dark times, these are…don't know who to trust…and it's damn bad for business, hardly anyone comes in anymo-"

"So don't you think that makes it a good reason to work, ladies?" The manager interrupted sneaking up on the two chatting women. "Gossip break over, get back to work. You go to the back room and see if we've got any new orders."

The younger assistant blushed furiously, whilst the eldest just grumbled: "We ain't got any work to do. Orders we've seen to, and the only person in the shop don't need help, so why don't you-" What the manager was supposed to do, no one found out, for the woman was interrupted yet again, this time by the bell on the door. A young woman walked in, cheeks glowing from the wind, long brown hair slightly bushy. She walked towards the manager

"Good Morning, I-"

"Good morning, miss Granger! Lovely to see you."

The manager didn't normally remember the names of his customers, but for her there was an exception. First of all, he hardly had any customers in the first place. But mainly, it was because she was one of their best customers. She would spend hours in here at a time, her eyes always twinkling.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley not with you this morning?"

"No they're just taking a last look at the joke shop." She replied rolling her eyes.

"We've got the books you ordered."

"Oh thank you. I'll just take a look around" And with that she went up the stairs to the Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms section.

Hermione Granger was quite happy that, although almost all of the shops in Diagon Alley were closed down, at least the book shop remained open. Not that she was really in the mood for shopping, what with Dumbledore being dead, the whole of the wizarding world terrified of Lord Voldemort's attacks. It really came as no surprise that many preferred locking themselves in their homes, and spending what little time they had left with their families. Even going into a bookshop gave Hermione little pleasure, but at least she knew she was doing something useful.

Harry, Ron and her had been on the run since Bill and Fleur's wedding. Yes, she grimaced: they had escaped the Order, their friends and family, and were now getting the last things sorted before looking for the missing Horcruxes. They also had to go to Godric's Hollow, to visit the Potter's grave. She had decided to leave the boys in Fred and George's joke shop (Fred and George knew what they were doing and decided not to stop them), and after a lot of persuading, she had managed to earn access to Flourish and Blotts alone… Yes it was risking it, but she didn't want to spoil the last time she would see her two best friends, laughing. Plus, she did have a trump card: not only did she know more hexes and spells than people ten years older than her , but she also had one of the DA fake Galleons with her, and the boys had another two. If anything were to happen to either of them, they would be able to communicate easily.

She had ordered a tremendous amount of books on curses, jinxes, hexes, counter-curses, spells, incantations, anything that could help them. She was trying to find a book on Horcruxes, but she had no false hopes; she knew that the only copies would be in some Death Eater's private library; and she had no intention whatsoever of going to ask permission of borrowing a book when she'd be cursed for being a muggleborn, two miles before reaching the front door. She was also wondering who this R.A.B. could be. Her first thought had been Regulus A Black, but she'd quickly dismissed this theory… Sirius had repeated time and time again that his brother was too thick to be one of Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters (and she seriously doubted that even they knew the whereabouts of their master's soul), and Harry's description of what was guarding the locket seemed to be more than enough to keep Regulus Black away.

She was pacing around some bookcases, and looking around the empty shop…quite a novelty: before a person could hardly move for the crowd in here, while now it's completely empty. A few years ago, when it had been packed to the brim with Gilderoy Lockhart's fans, she had wished that it would be as empty as now…Such a pity it actually happened. And losing herself in her thought, she continued to look absentmindedly at book titles, not noticing that someone was looking at her from behind.

Lucius Malfoy, was leaning against the wall, face partially covered by a stack of books, and was observing with interest who had just walked in the shop…Interest…Well, to put it better, he was wondering what the filthy mudblood of the golden trio was doing all alone in a shop. It was as if she was looking for trouble. So much for being the smartest witch in Hogwarts… Filthy mudblood: he remembered her in the Department of Mysteries… He should have killed her there and then. But no one was there to stop him now… She was all his. It was deliciously ironic that that place where they first met, would be where she would die…Wasn't he merciful? Killing her so she could be surrounded by books, which she loves above all else…

Hermione was just turning over a nasty looking book on curses, when she heard a familiar drawl behind her.

"My, my, Miss Granger… What is a young, innocent looking mudblood like yourself doing with a book like that?"

Her heart stopped and, turning round, she saw Lucius Malfoy himself smirking at her. She dropped the book with a loud thunk.

Oh god! She knew he had been released from Azkaban, but expecting to meet him the one time she was alone? Not only had she found a Death Eater, who no doubt loathed her and the others for sending him to prison; she had managed to find the one who was a sadistic bastard who hated her not only for her parentage, but also for the fact that she had beat his son so many times, proving that purebloods need not be superior to mudbloods.
She took a step back.

"Honestly, I would have thought that you of all people wouldn't treat books like this" he smirked as he bent down, and picked it up for her.

She started to put her hand slowly in her pocket, reaching for her wand…

"No, no. None of that… Accio wand" And caught her wand in his hand.

Hermione was staring at him… Then she remembered the galleon in her other pocket; but, before she could even touch it, she heard "Accio Galleon" and watched in horror as she remained totally unprotected against her worst enemy.

"You didn't think I didn't know about these, did you?" he chuckled, and placed both wand and galleon in his inner robe. "Draco, told me all about these. He even copied them to communicate with the Death Eaters that memorable night…You could say it's thanks to you that Dumbledore finally died." he added, and noticed with much satisfaction that the witch was crying.

"Hit a nerve?"

Bastard!, she thought. Arrogant bastard! But he's also a murderer and rapist… Shit! He's got my wand and the coin! I've got to keep calm and think it over. I'm alone with this man who will no doubt kill me; downstairs there are three people, even if they heard us or noticed something, they'd be no match for a Death Eater…He's just got out of prison, so he wouldn't do anything in front of witnesses, unless he killed them too, which he would without even thinking.

"When was the last time we met? Last year maybe? The Ministry ring any bells? I must thank you and Potter of course, for handing me to the Dementors… It really was an unforgettable experience…" his gaze now unmistakably full of loathing and vindictive fury.

Hermione turned on her heel and started to run away from the man. She had always been terrified of him, and now finding him in a deserted shop all by herself was just too much. She had to find Harry and Ron… But before she could move a foot, she had been caught by a painfully strong grip around the waist, while his other hand went over her mouth.

"Now, now Miss Granger. I would have thought that even you would remember your manners." he whispered in her ear "Who has ever seen someone running away in the middle of a conversation?"
With that he pulled her behind a bookcase. She tried with all her might to break loose but he was unbelievably strong. She started to really struggle now, pushing and pulling, but no use: he held her fast. Desperately, not knowing what else to do, she bit down hard on the hand that was holding her. He let out a yelp, but not letting go, he pushed her against the wall, holding her still with his cane. "Stand still you stupid girl!" he hissed.

Hermione was now crying: she was trapped. He had blocked her arms with that bloody cane of his, and he had her wand and coin too. She was completely at his mercy, which she was afraid to admit, was close to zero.

Lucius was trying to catch his breath. The little bitch had put up a little fight, and she had actually bit him with that filthy mouth of hers… How dare she! She would pay… Oh, yes… Keeping a firm grip on his cane with his left hand, he extracted his wand with his right. "Silencio" he whispered, putting up a silencing charm around them. Then, he cast a particular variation of the disillusionment charm, so they were now in a bubble that was completely sound-proof, and made them invisible… Now no one but him would hear her screams.

"Well, Miss Granger, first things first:" and with that he slapped her face "HOW DARE YOU BITE ME, YOU MUDBLOOD BITCH?!" Her lip was bleeding and the blood was mixing with the tears that were running copiously down her cheeks. He smiled a cruel smile. "No one can save you now"

True she was crying, she was probably going to be killed, but she would at least show this son of a bitch who muggleborns really were! "Yeah that's right" she said whimpering slightly "No one can save me, because a big bad Death Eater has me trapped! He was too scared to face me honestly, so he has me trapped without a wand, not being able to move or scream. Well you certainly prove your point Malfoy! You're too scared to face a seventeen year old girl, like you were too scared to face a group of kids at the Ministry last year!... You're nothing but a coward! A fucked up coward!"

"SILENCE" he roared "What would you know?! Umh?" he continued, starting to slap her again "What would you know you little bitch?! You know nothing! Nothing! You keep parading yourself with Potter, too stupid to realize you are in danger! And they say you're the one with brains?... Don't make me laugh!... Tell me, what was it like to know you had been wrong for so many years? What did you think when Draco let the Death Eaters in? When Severus killed that decrepit fool Dumbledore?! You trusted him didn't you? Just because he was a teacher" He stopped catching his breath. Her cheeks were burning, her lip was bleeding; she had tears running down, her eyes closed tightly, and her breath was coming out in ragged gasps making her chest heave. Not to mention she was trembling like a dried leaf.

He smirked "So much for Gryffindor's courage." he added then softly.
With that, her head snapped up, and she spat in his face, saliva and blood dripping down his eyes…He wiped it away in disgust "Y-you say you d-don't like my blood…we-well fuck off! Better than yours!"

"I'm going to make you scream so hard that your lungs will come out of your body!" he hissed, pressing his cane hard against her chest. He was really going to enjoy breaking her into little pieces, and he would kill her to put her out of her misery. How many times could she resist the Cruciatus Curse?…It would be interesting to find out…

It was then that he noticed something: in the struggle her cloak had been torn away, her
blouse had come loose, revealing part of the lacy bra covering her shapely breasts. Her skirt was also starting to hitch up, revealing creamy legs underneath… She had grown! She was already a young woman! Probably the little bitch was the favourite past time of Potter and the Weasley brats.

"My, my" he whispered, as her heaving chest kept rising and falling rapidly, giving him a big glimpse of her cleavage… He felt himself getting hard…Hard?... Aroused by a mudblood? Was he going insane? But there was nothing she could do, all his to do with as he wished. Since Narcissa had died, he hadn't had any sexual intercourse, so it was logical that he was getting aroused by this display of flesh…Yes, perfectly alright. It would not even be rape: she was, after all, his inferior…

Hermione saw in horror as he was staring at her, that his eyes kept flicking over her breasts and legs; and then, along with the loathing, the hate and the revulsion, she saw something else in his eyes… lust… He was going to rape her…

"Yes, it wouldn't really matter" he said more to himself than to her. And with that, he started running a long soft finger over her breast.

"No" she gasped

"Shut up!" And with that, he ripped open her blouse. "My, my mudblood… You've become a woman…" Then, he started fondling her.

"No, please…" Wait, she thought. Am I stupid? I'm begging Lucius Malfoy for mercy…. Wake up, Hermione! It won't happen!

She was trembling… Poor thing … She was just so alluring. A pity she was filth really; he might of considered a more fulfilling relationship…What was he thinking?... Azkaban must have really lowered his standards: after a beautiful wife like Narcissa, no one could be considered her equal, especially not the bitch in front of him.

"Oh Miss Granger, please tell: what do you do with Potter and Weasely? Do they suck your breasts?" he nipped one of her nipples, and she let out a whimper of pain. "Do they touch your ass?" He finally let go of his cane, but by carefully pressing his weight against her, he was able to use both his hands to grope her buttocks…My… They were soft, and she even had a g-string… she really was a slut!

"S-stop! " His hands were touching all of her body, and she was shaking out of pure revulsion… What could she do?

"Or do they kiss your little mouth, to make you shut up… perhaps?" And then, he licked her bloody lips, and pressed his mouth against hers prying it open, biting her lips when she wouldn't part them, his tongue immediately exploring her crevice violently.

Hermione just stood there, too shocked to do anything but stare at the man who was continuing his ministrations, oblivious to her… Lucius Malfoy was kissing her!.. She thought she was going to be sick. He was biting her lips, pushing his tongue around her mouth… She'd only kissed a few times, and this was certainly different from innocent school boys' kisses… He was suffocating her!... God, didn't he need to breathe?

He started to move his hands around her body, breasts, ass, thighs…Oh fuck! What was that she was feeling on her lower abdomen?... The sick fuck was actually grinding his erection against her!... What could she do?... The only thing was to think! Even just to take her mind off of what could happen next….It was bloody hard, with him pinching her nipples like that…His hands seemed to be everywhere!... One minute they were on her legs, then on her ass, breasts…when she finally realised… He was moving his hands all over her body… If she could move her hands on him, even just for a second, she could reach either wand or coin, and then try to fight back. But that would mean having to touch him… It may not even work… But it was her last hope. Feeling quite disgusted, wondering if it was really the only way, she took a deep breath and moved her hands to his neck, and then just to back up her pretences, she started kissing him back.

Lucius was quite taken aback! First he had felt the mudblood's hands resting on his neck and then she had started kissing him!... But she didn't stop there: she started moving her hands up and down his chest too… She really was a whore, and she was getting off on him!... How dare she!... But somehow, he didn't feel like stopping: he would give her a bit of a taste of Lucius Malfoy. So, he moved one of his hands to her waist, while with the other, he reached down to her knickers and, placing a long finger, he started to rub her clit.

He's rubbing me!... This complete fuck is rubbing me!... I got to find my wand! So, she moved her hands from his chest to his inside pockets, thus rubbing her breasts against him. She was grasping around his cloak and, after starting to lose hope, she found both wand and coin. She grabbed them frantically and, pulling out her wand, she finally broke the kiss, and pointed it at the man in front of her.

Lucius Malfoy was busy trying to catch his breath; he gathered his wits, and understood why Granger had her wand and was pointing it at him, but not why he had felt disappointed at the loss of her touch. He noticed that he had dropped his wand when he had craved for more contact…. What a fool!

" You really are a whore, Granger!" he spat "To use your body like that"

"Your insults mean nothing to me. I think it's much worse torturing and killing people as a form of entertainment… Now I've sent for help. You either leave now, or I shall disarm you and bind you here till they haul you back to Azkaban… Leave now." She could tell he was weighing the two things up… She hadn't yet been able to call anyone, but she hoped he wouldn't call her bluff.

True, they couldn't see or hear them; but if the place was swarming with members of the Order, he couldn't leave. They could even find them if they had dratted Moody with them, with that bloody magical eye of his. And then he would be screwed and back to Azkaban, with no chance of being set free again. He would have to leave her… But he would make her pay.

"Well, till we meet again Miss Granger…" He picked up his cane, pulled out his wand and said "Finite Incantatem". Then, as he was walking away, he said "Next time I'll finish the job". And going down the steps, he held his cloak close to hide his erection, and exited the shop, disapparating, just outside the doorway.

Hermione slumped against the wall, heart beating wildly… She was safe, still alive. And looking down at herself: she was a bloody mess…clothes ripped and tousled, bra split in half. She muttered "Reparo" and repaired her blouse and bra. She then wiped away the blood on her lips, took out a pocket mirror, and found herself looking at a girl who looked as if she had been trampled on by a stampede of hippogriffs. Muttering a few quick spells to straighten herself out, she bound down the stairs, grabbed her books, threw money on the counter, and left the shop, positively running, till she got to the joke shop where she found her two best friends…. Now she would be really safe.

"Wow, Hermione!... That was quick! We thought we would have to drag you out" Ron said cheekily.

"You all right?" asked Harry, looking concerned.

"Oh, yeah! No problems… So, shall we stop off at the Leaky Cauldron?"

"You're on!" they all said, grinning.

And although she was smiling, Hermione couldn't stop thinking of how that man had touched and kissed her… How he had rubbed against her… Could anyone be so sick?
How could he enjoy forcing himself on anyone who was as defenceless as she had been?...She had been luck today, and she knew she wouldn't get away so lightly, were it to ever happen again.