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Chapter Eleven
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Chapter Eleven
Hermione wasn’t at all surprised to see Harry arriving via the floo in a state of panic. It was she that took him over to her own private study that Lucius gave to her to use and handed him a fire whisky. She took one for herself and sat down next to the fireplace.
“Hermione, I-I…”
“You and Draco are lovers,” she murmured quietly.
He blinked at her owlishly. “Not yet, but how did you know?”
She shrugged. “Lucky guess?”
He snorted. “Not likely.” He took a sip of his drink and muttered, “Is he okay?”
“I don’t know,” she answered. “One minute I was eating dinner and the next my hands were getting burned by the light that was exploding off him.” She sighed. “Lucius healed my hands.”
“Lucius?” he asked, brows rising.
“You missed the point of that statement,” she said sourly. “The man healed my hands!” She showed them to him. “They were badly blistering, Harry. All he did was blow a stream of air on them and they were healed!”
His eyes went wider. “But that’s not possible, is it?”
“Apparently it is,” she replied, sipping on her own drink. “And yes, I call him Lucius as he calls me my given name as well.” Hermione studied him a moment. “Why didn’t you write back to me until recently?”
His face flushed at her question, but he didn’t answer her.
“Nor have you even attempted to visit,” she pointed out. “Not until today when Draco became ill.”
“I can explain…”
“Please do,” came the drawl of Lucius Malfoy as he entered the study. “Don’t skimp on the details as to how you ignored one of your best friends, who has saved your life multiple times I might add, for months.”
Hermione glared over at Lucius. “If I was feeling bad about it before, I feel horrid now. Thanks.” She stood up. “How is Draco?”
“He is well. Resting, but he cannot have visitors for at least two more days,” he stated all the while looking over to Harry. “Do answer the previous questions, Mr. Potter. I am curious as to what would keep you away from the girl that is supposedly family to you.”
“Someone was stealing my letters from you,” he said, looking over to Hermione. “I don’t know who, but I didn’t find the missives until this last week. That’s what I was going to speak to you about this weekend. That and Draco and the NEWTs.” He flushed. “But mostly about Draco.”
“But what pray tell kept you from visiting and asking her why she wasn’t writing to you?” Lucius asked coolly.
“I-I…uh…” A brilliant red filled Harry’s face.
“He was more than likely becoming very well acquainted with your son,” Hermione murmured, seeing the younger wizard’s face flare a red that could rival a Weasley’s head of hair. “One can’t blame him for that. After all, you did put out very beautiful offspring.”
Lucius’s eyes narrowed on her. He was about to ask her if she had ideas about him as well, when none other than Draco himself came walking slowly into the room. Harry jumped up and rushed over to him, not caring who saw him hugging the young heir to the Malfoy fortune.
“I was so worried,” Harry whispered. “What happened?”
“I came into my…”
“Draco!” Lucius snapped, cutting him off. “What did I tell you?”
He pulled away from Harry, looking at his father. “Harry has a right to know.”
“And why is that?” he asked, looking over to the wizard in question. “Shagging him doesn’t give him the right to anything other than your…”
“Lucius.” He spun around and looked over to Hermione. “Don’t go there.”
“This is my house and I will speak as I wish.”
“If you wish to sound like an overbearing jackass, I leave you to it, sir. But just remember this much, your son appears to think more of Harry than what he can provide him in bed or he would never have even attempted to go against your wishes.” She walked over to him. “I’m going to bed. I’ve had enough of your…pleasant demeanor to last me a good long time.”
He caught her by her arm. “I haven’t dismissed you yet.”
“On the contrary, sir. I have dismissed you.” She yanked his hand off of her arm. “Good night.”
Harry was about to go after her, but Draco stopped him as he saw his father’s eyes flare with fury and went after Hermione, slamming the doors to the room so hard that it shook the building.
“Is Hermione safe?” Harry asked him quietly.
“I don’t know,” Draco answered honestly. “I’ve never seen him react like that. Even during the fights with my mother and those were legendary.”
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Hermione was barely into the door to her rooms when Lucius had caught up to her. She didn’t say anything as she sat down and waited. He walked over to her and caught her by her chin, tilting her head up painfully.
“You will never speak to me like that again,” he hissed. “Ever.”
Her shield slammed up, pushing him away hard enough to make him land on his ass. Lucius stood up, looking ready to physically break through the barrier if necessary. That is until he saw the hard set to her jaw and what he liked to call her warrior stance.
“It’s been a long day, Lucius. Go to bed. And perhaps in the morning, when we are both well rested and have eaten, we can have a proper discussion.”
His silver eyes went white again as he growled, “You will not dictate anything in this house. I am the lord and master, not you!”
“I wasn’t trying to dictate over you!” she roared back. “I’m tired, hungry and sorely in need of an explanation as to what happened in the past few hours. But I thought to calm down first before asking you anything. Silly me!” She sat down hard on the chair. “Why are we fighting?”
“Don’t you question me!”
She laughed bitterly. “Nothing I’m going to say is right, I take it?” Hermione stood up again. “Very well, but be prepared to be popped over to Timbuktu. With the way you are making me feel at the moment, I want you as far from me as possible.”
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Chapter Eleven
Hermione wasn’t at all surprised to see Harry arriving via the floo in a state of panic. It was she that took him over to her own private study that Lucius gave to her to use and handed him a fire whisky. She took one for herself and sat down next to the fireplace.
“Hermione, I-I…”
“You and Draco are lovers,” she murmured quietly.
He blinked at her owlishly. “Not yet, but how did you know?”
She shrugged. “Lucky guess?”
He snorted. “Not likely.” He took a sip of his drink and muttered, “Is he okay?”
“I don’t know,” she answered. “One minute I was eating dinner and the next my hands were getting burned by the light that was exploding off him.” She sighed. “Lucius healed my hands.”
“Lucius?” he asked, brows rising.
“You missed the point of that statement,” she said sourly. “The man healed my hands!” She showed them to him. “They were badly blistering, Harry. All he did was blow a stream of air on them and they were healed!”
His eyes went wider. “But that’s not possible, is it?”
“Apparently it is,” she replied, sipping on her own drink. “And yes, I call him Lucius as he calls me my given name as well.” Hermione studied him a moment. “Why didn’t you write back to me until recently?”
His face flushed at her question, but he didn’t answer her.
“Nor have you even attempted to visit,” she pointed out. “Not until today when Draco became ill.”
“I can explain…”
“Please do,” came the drawl of Lucius Malfoy as he entered the study. “Don’t skimp on the details as to how you ignored one of your best friends, who has saved your life multiple times I might add, for months.”
Hermione glared over at Lucius. “If I was feeling bad about it before, I feel horrid now. Thanks.” She stood up. “How is Draco?”
“He is well. Resting, but he cannot have visitors for at least two more days,” he stated all the while looking over to Harry. “Do answer the previous questions, Mr. Potter. I am curious as to what would keep you away from the girl that is supposedly family to you.”
“Someone was stealing my letters from you,” he said, looking over to Hermione. “I don’t know who, but I didn’t find the missives until this last week. That’s what I was going to speak to you about this weekend. That and Draco and the NEWTs.” He flushed. “But mostly about Draco.”
“But what pray tell kept you from visiting and asking her why she wasn’t writing to you?” Lucius asked coolly.
“I-I…uh…” A brilliant red filled Harry’s face.
“He was more than likely becoming very well acquainted with your son,” Hermione murmured, seeing the younger wizard’s face flare a red that could rival a Weasley’s head of hair. “One can’t blame him for that. After all, you did put out very beautiful offspring.”
Lucius’s eyes narrowed on her. He was about to ask her if she had ideas about him as well, when none other than Draco himself came walking slowly into the room. Harry jumped up and rushed over to him, not caring who saw him hugging the young heir to the Malfoy fortune.
“I was so worried,” Harry whispered. “What happened?”
“I came into my…”
“Draco!” Lucius snapped, cutting him off. “What did I tell you?”
He pulled away from Harry, looking at his father. “Harry has a right to know.”
“And why is that?” he asked, looking over to the wizard in question. “Shagging him doesn’t give him the right to anything other than your…”
“Lucius.” He spun around and looked over to Hermione. “Don’t go there.”
“This is my house and I will speak as I wish.”
“If you wish to sound like an overbearing jackass, I leave you to it, sir. But just remember this much, your son appears to think more of Harry than what he can provide him in bed or he would never have even attempted to go against your wishes.” She walked over to him. “I’m going to bed. I’ve had enough of your…pleasant demeanor to last me a good long time.”
He caught her by her arm. “I haven’t dismissed you yet.”
“On the contrary, sir. I have dismissed you.” She yanked his hand off of her arm. “Good night.”
Harry was about to go after her, but Draco stopped him as he saw his father’s eyes flare with fury and went after Hermione, slamming the doors to the room so hard that it shook the building.
“Is Hermione safe?” Harry asked him quietly.
“I don’t know,” Draco answered honestly. “I’ve never seen him react like that. Even during the fights with my mother and those were legendary.”
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Hermione was barely into the door to her rooms when Lucius had caught up to her. She didn’t say anything as she sat down and waited. He walked over to her and caught her by her chin, tilting her head up painfully.
“You will never speak to me like that again,” he hissed. “Ever.”
Her shield slammed up, pushing him away hard enough to make him land on his ass. Lucius stood up, looking ready to physically break through the barrier if necessary. That is until he saw the hard set to her jaw and what he liked to call her warrior stance.
“It’s been a long day, Lucius. Go to bed. And perhaps in the morning, when we are both well rested and have eaten, we can have a proper discussion.”
His silver eyes went white again as he growled, “You will not dictate anything in this house. I am the lord and master, not you!”
“I wasn’t trying to dictate over you!” she roared back. “I’m tired, hungry and sorely in need of an explanation as to what happened in the past few hours. But I thought to calm down first before asking you anything. Silly me!” She sat down hard on the chair. “Why are we fighting?”
“Don’t you question me!”
She laughed bitterly. “Nothing I’m going to say is right, I take it?” Hermione stood up again. “Very well, but be prepared to be popped over to Timbuktu. With the way you are making me feel at the moment, I want you as far from me as possible.”
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