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Chapter Twelve
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Chapter Twelve
“You think to threaten me?” he drawled coldly.
“No, but you’re scaring me and you know what happens when that happens. I still don’t have control over my magic during moments when I'm frightened, do I?” she asked, reminding him of a time that she was startled by a mouse and ended up popping onto the nearest light fixture. It was just her luck that it was a very large chandelier that was quite a ways up.
He took step forward, his hands balled into fists. Lucius wouldn’t hurt her, would he? One second she was there in the guest room and the next she was standing in the Three Broomsticks. She looked around. Of all the places I could have gone, she thought, why did I pick here?
“Merlin’s balls, am I to have any sort of privacy without you popping up unannounced?” Severus Snape demanded, getting up from the chair he was sitting in a darkened corner.
“I’m sorry,” she told him. “It wasn’t on purpose…I should go.”
“No, wait.” He pulled her aside. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “It’s been a long night. I’m tired.” Hermione nearly fell. “I need to eat I think.”
“Very well, I’ll feed you if only to keep you from becoming a burden.”
After they had sat there eating for a time in silence, she asked, “Is there by chance a book on magical traits, inheritances and the like?”
“Of course,” he murmured. “Finally looking into your own gifts?”
“In a way,” she replied quietly. “The oddest thing happened tonight.”
“Hmm, you don’t say.”
“There we were eating dinner when Draco came stumbling into the room.” She saw as he paused in midbite. “Can you guess what happened next?” When he didn’t say anything, she went on with, “Because something tells me you can.” He set his spoon down, but still said nothing. “This was only made more unusual by what Lucius did.” Severus’s eyebrows arched at that. “A very skilled man, but I never thought of him as the mediwizard type.” He nodded at that, but again said nothing. “And here you are, his long time friend, not saying a word. Wizard’s oath?”
He nodded. “You must understand there is a stigma attached to all things different within the supposed pureblood community. That includes certain magical gifts that pass down within families is seen as an abomination. It is a blight, if you will, on all things wizard.”
“That is poppycock,” she muttered.
“Yes, it most certainly is,” he agreed. “But it doesn’t stop people from being scared of what they themselves cannot do. Ignorance breeds fear after all.”
She nodded slowly, all to familiar with that little gem. “Two more things and then I have to leave.”
“And they are?”
“The name of the books I can read on the topic.”
“And the other?” he asked, as he magically produced a list of book titles from his office that he had already made up for her.
“How does one calm down Lucius Malfoy from a rage?”
“You can’t.”
She winced as she took the paper from him. “I was afraid you were going to say that.”
***
“Where have you been?” the question was a low, hard whisper, but had the power of a bullwhip with its fury. “I went to the school. You weren’t there.” Lucius stepped out of the darkness, his eyes hard as he stared at her intently. “I even went to your parent’s former home.” He went straight over to her. “Tell me where you were.”
“Why are you so angry?” she whispered.
“Answer my question!” he demanded.
“I went over to the Three Broomsticks. Severus Snape was there. He gave me a list of books that I need to read so I can study up about different magical…” He grabbed her by her arms and lifted her up so that she was now eye to eye with him. “If you wanted me closer, I could have gotten a ladder.”
“You want him don’t you?”
Hermione frowned. “Who would that be?”
“Your good friend Severus!” he roared.
“No.”
He leaned his face into hers. “Liar.”
“I am not lying. I don’t know if you’ve been informed, but I’m not very good at it.”
“That’s why I…”
And so Hermione did the only thing she could think of to shut him up. She punched him in the nose. He dropped her, grabbing his face and glared at her.
“That wasn’t necessary,” he muttered.
“It was that or kick you in a very sensitive location and I don’t mean your knees,” she said. “I shouldn’t have to put up with any sort of man handling whatsoever. If you try that again, I won’t pull the punch next time. Is that understood?”
She took a few steps to leave when he called out, “Wait.”
Stopping she looked over to him slightly. “Yes?”
He stood up straighter. “My temper has been known to get the better of me.” Hermione turned to face him fully. “I-I want to protect my son. If people found out…”
“Old school purebloods, you mean,” she murmured. “They wouldn’t take it well. It could mean that you had magical blood outside of the wizarding world incorporated into your family’s bloodline.”
“Something like that,” he replied. “I panicked. Not only about his emergence, but the fact that people outside of the family were finding out.”
“People you have no control over in other words,” she stated. “Individuals you can’t easily draw a wizard’s oath from.”
“Severus spoke to you.”
“Your secret is still safe with him. Severus kept his vow. He only made me comprehend where this need for privacy comes from.” Hermione went over to him, rubbing his arm. “Tomorrow is soon enough to talk about this, Lucius. Good night.”
He caught her hand and took up the other one as well. She watched him as he checked the back of her hands carefully for any lingering signs of injury. “When I emerged, I accidently burned the hair right off my mother’s head. She, as expected, was far from thrilled, but she was too relieved that I hadn’t damaged any of the furniture in the room we were in to care.” He frowned. “I strongly suspected that she was already wearing wigs at the time, but I valued my life too much to mention it.” He lifted her hands, kissing the back of them. “Good night, Hermione. I will see you bright and early in the morning for training.”
***
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Time for the next review sing-a-long! "I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna be reviewed! I wanna, I wanna, I GOT to be reviewed!" I don't own this song, but this time chocolate truffles go out to the people who get this one!
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Chapter Twelve
“You think to threaten me?” he drawled coldly.
“No, but you’re scaring me and you know what happens when that happens. I still don’t have control over my magic during moments when I'm frightened, do I?” she asked, reminding him of a time that she was startled by a mouse and ended up popping onto the nearest light fixture. It was just her luck that it was a very large chandelier that was quite a ways up.
He took step forward, his hands balled into fists. Lucius wouldn’t hurt her, would he? One second she was there in the guest room and the next she was standing in the Three Broomsticks. She looked around. Of all the places I could have gone, she thought, why did I pick here?
“Merlin’s balls, am I to have any sort of privacy without you popping up unannounced?” Severus Snape demanded, getting up from the chair he was sitting in a darkened corner.
“I’m sorry,” she told him. “It wasn’t on purpose…I should go.”
“No, wait.” He pulled her aside. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “It’s been a long night. I’m tired.” Hermione nearly fell. “I need to eat I think.”
“Very well, I’ll feed you if only to keep you from becoming a burden.”
After they had sat there eating for a time in silence, she asked, “Is there by chance a book on magical traits, inheritances and the like?”
“Of course,” he murmured. “Finally looking into your own gifts?”
“In a way,” she replied quietly. “The oddest thing happened tonight.”
“Hmm, you don’t say.”
“There we were eating dinner when Draco came stumbling into the room.” She saw as he paused in midbite. “Can you guess what happened next?” When he didn’t say anything, she went on with, “Because something tells me you can.” He set his spoon down, but still said nothing. “This was only made more unusual by what Lucius did.” Severus’s eyebrows arched at that. “A very skilled man, but I never thought of him as the mediwizard type.” He nodded at that, but again said nothing. “And here you are, his long time friend, not saying a word. Wizard’s oath?”
He nodded. “You must understand there is a stigma attached to all things different within the supposed pureblood community. That includes certain magical gifts that pass down within families is seen as an abomination. It is a blight, if you will, on all things wizard.”
“That is poppycock,” she muttered.
“Yes, it most certainly is,” he agreed. “But it doesn’t stop people from being scared of what they themselves cannot do. Ignorance breeds fear after all.”
She nodded slowly, all to familiar with that little gem. “Two more things and then I have to leave.”
“And they are?”
“The name of the books I can read on the topic.”
“And the other?” he asked, as he magically produced a list of book titles from his office that he had already made up for her.
“How does one calm down Lucius Malfoy from a rage?”
“You can’t.”
She winced as she took the paper from him. “I was afraid you were going to say that.”
***
“Where have you been?” the question was a low, hard whisper, but had the power of a bullwhip with its fury. “I went to the school. You weren’t there.” Lucius stepped out of the darkness, his eyes hard as he stared at her intently. “I even went to your parent’s former home.” He went straight over to her. “Tell me where you were.”
“Why are you so angry?” she whispered.
“Answer my question!” he demanded.
“I went over to the Three Broomsticks. Severus Snape was there. He gave me a list of books that I need to read so I can study up about different magical…” He grabbed her by her arms and lifted her up so that she was now eye to eye with him. “If you wanted me closer, I could have gotten a ladder.”
“You want him don’t you?”
Hermione frowned. “Who would that be?”
“Your good friend Severus!” he roared.
“No.”
He leaned his face into hers. “Liar.”
“I am not lying. I don’t know if you’ve been informed, but I’m not very good at it.”
“That’s why I…”
And so Hermione did the only thing she could think of to shut him up. She punched him in the nose. He dropped her, grabbing his face and glared at her.
“That wasn’t necessary,” he muttered.
“It was that or kick you in a very sensitive location and I don’t mean your knees,” she said. “I shouldn’t have to put up with any sort of man handling whatsoever. If you try that again, I won’t pull the punch next time. Is that understood?”
She took a few steps to leave when he called out, “Wait.”
Stopping she looked over to him slightly. “Yes?”
He stood up straighter. “My temper has been known to get the better of me.” Hermione turned to face him fully. “I-I want to protect my son. If people found out…”
“Old school purebloods, you mean,” she murmured. “They wouldn’t take it well. It could mean that you had magical blood outside of the wizarding world incorporated into your family’s bloodline.”
“Something like that,” he replied. “I panicked. Not only about his emergence, but the fact that people outside of the family were finding out.”
“People you have no control over in other words,” she stated. “Individuals you can’t easily draw a wizard’s oath from.”
“Severus spoke to you.”
“Your secret is still safe with him. Severus kept his vow. He only made me comprehend where this need for privacy comes from.” Hermione went over to him, rubbing his arm. “Tomorrow is soon enough to talk about this, Lucius. Good night.”
He caught her hand and took up the other one as well. She watched him as he checked the back of her hands carefully for any lingering signs of injury. “When I emerged, I accidently burned the hair right off my mother’s head. She, as expected, was far from thrilled, but she was too relieved that I hadn’t damaged any of the furniture in the room we were in to care.” He frowned. “I strongly suspected that she was already wearing wigs at the time, but I valued my life too much to mention it.” He lifted her hands, kissing the back of them. “Good night, Hermione. I will see you bright and early in the morning for training.”
***
Okay! It's time to hand out some cookies! They go out to lilashannah, Laur, dragonsfae, and Kim for knowing the last review sing-a-long was "Somebody to Love" by Queen. Chocolate chips go out to VoraciousReader for indicating she knew the song by saying she wasn't going to hit the high note in it and distinctlyME for knowing it was Queen who performed the song but not the song itself. If I missed anyone, sorry.
Time for the next review sing-a-long! "I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna be reviewed! I wanna, I wanna, I GOT to be reviewed!" I don't own this song, but this time chocolate truffles go out to the people who get this one!
And katiekrm please don't feel back if you don't get it, I just happen to know songs you don't apparently.
Thanks to everyone and have a fabulous day!!!