A love like Tinted Glass

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Chapter 12: Filler.

The morning rose on Hermione, and for once, she didn't rise with it. The girl, in an indescribably level of shock, had staggered back to her room after the event that had taken place in the Head Boys dorm. She felt a little numb, hardly able to recall all the details of what had happened. Most of what she recalled was a beautiful swimming feeling of pleasure and euphoria, laced with the thick scent of sex, that still burned at her sinuses. Even as she sat on the edge of her over-stuffed bed and stared at the wal, she was confused. It took her an hour to get herself to lay down and stare at the ceiling until she drifted away. When finally her alarm went off, an alarm that she had in place as a precaution for the rare nights where she overworked on homework and slept in, the head girl snapped awake, and for a moment all was fine. Until memories flooded over her like a cold sheet of water drizzling onto her head, chunks of ice tracing down her spine. The memories now were all too vivid and her face was pale. Clutching at her blankets, the gryffindor squirmed uneasily, as the inner battle consumed her. She felt sick to her stomach, remembering, and even still tasting Lucius' seed in her mouth, and the feel of his length shoving down her throat. And how much she'd loved it. That's what bothered her the most. Finally lurching from her bed, the young woman darted to the bathroom, a hand gripping her stomach as she felt like she was about to lose what little dinner she still had inside of her from the night before.

“OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!” She screamed when she stumbled right into a finally partially clothed Draco who had been a few feet from her door. All she had felt was his warm skin on her face, before she turned on her heels and ran back out, slamming and locking the door behind her before magically locking it as well. He was the very last person she wanted to see at the moment. Slipping on some pajama pants, Hermione gathered up her uniform and her wand, and stalked out of the Heads tower, to go and get ready for the day with the Gryffindor girls.



Tiredly, Draco frowned. That had been odd. Hermione had come barreling into him, before yelling words he'd never thought he'd hear the prim witch say, before she'd run away again. Glancing over his shoulder to where his father was at the sink, performing a shave charm on the stubble that had grown across his jaw, the younger Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “Do you have any clue what that was about?” He asked, finally grabbing the towel he'd gone over for, and walking back to look at his haggard appearance in the mirror with a wince. Lucius sighed and looked at his son in the broad mirror.

“Oh, it's probably a combination of many things, Draco. You know women. I'm assuming, though, that the majority of her troubles are due to the fact that you molested her last night, and forced me to molest her as well.” Lucius said in a bitter tone, obviously still displeased with how that had gone. He had saved the little witches virginity at his own expense. And if it weren't for his extensive knowledge of healing and pain spells, he would have been in far too much pain that morning to stand at the sink so casually.

Looking sharply at Lucius, Draco hissed. “Again?!” The younger males eyes were wide, his eyebrows furrows, and the bags under them were a deep tired purple. The changes he went through during the New Moon took a toll on him, and it showed. Lucius finally turned to look at him full on, the dominant figure between them once again, though the roles had been reversed the night before.

“What do you mean, again, Draco? You've touched the girl before?” He asked in a harsh tone. Draco pulled back in exasperation.

“Only a little bit, and it was just the other night! I had no control, father! I don't even remember it, but she assured me that I offended her physically somehow... Merlin...” Draco suddenly sagged tiredly, turning back to the mirror and bracing his hands on the rim of the sink. Dropping his head so that his blond hair curtained around his face. Around his neck, the slytherins shoulders jutted up, and thanks to the weight he'd lost recently over the stress of his predicament, the ridges of his vertebrae were more visible than normal. “I don't know how I can keep this up, Father... I know you're doing your best but.... It's not getting any easier. And if this is happening one a month... There's no way we'll be able to keep it a secret.”

Lucius watched Draco with a certain level of sympathy in his eyes, a wry grimace across his strong lips. Finally, a single broad hand came up, and the elder Malfoy gripped his sons shoulder. “You're wrong, Drake. We will keep this up, and get through this. We're Malfoy's. Severus is working in a potion to test on you this next month to see if we can hold the symptoms at bay... And until then we have to work on Granger, and somehow either persuade her to forget these events, obliviate her or....” Trailing off, Lucius wasn't sure he could get himself to say the words.

“Or what, Father? We don't have that many options. It's just those two.” Draco muttered, pulling away from his fathers hand, and starting to head to the bedroom again.

“Or we some how convince her to become another sex buffer for you on those nights were the curse is too much for you to control. She wanted it last night, and she enjoyed it. She just... doesn't know how to like that she enjoyed it yet.” Lucius suggested, though his tone was not hopeful. Draco paused in the doorway, and scoffed at his father over his shoulder.

“Convince the mudblood to fuck me a couple times a month? No strings attached? Sure. Like that would ever fly. Get your head out of your arse, father. Granger hates my guts, and yours too, and she has every reason to.” ~

Hermione felt haunted. But instead of being haunted by ghosts, she had living people tormenting her. Draco was finally back to classes, seeming to have recovered from whatever had gotten a hold of him the night before, though he didn't look good at all. It wasn't hard for any of the teachers to believe that he'd been sick, with the way he looked. Hermione knew different. Something was wrong with him, and she couldn't rest until she knew. But she also couldn't bring herself to go near him. There was so many things that were wrong with what had happened the night before... She'd nearly been raped if Lucius hadn't saved her.... That in itself was disturbing. Lucius Malfoy was the last person she'd expect to save her from getting used like the tool that she figured he saw her as. She assumed that he'd probably feel as though she deserved it.

But all through breakfast both Malfoy's were glancing to her enough that she felt like the entire school would notice some how. For the first time in her entire time at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger wanted to skip a class. With Double DADA up first for her, she didn't know how she'd make it through a whole two hours with Lucius. But it was her sensibility that kept her from chickening out. She went to class, and she even took the front row seat that had been deemed to be hers. Thankfully, Lucius ignored her completely. It was noticed. A few hushed voices sounded all around here by the time class was half way through. Hermione hadn't answered a single question for the whole period, and Lucius hadn't called on, or tormented her. It was odd. And out of character. Finally, as the bell sounded to signal a change of class, Lucius looked straight at Hermione.

“Miss Granger. I want to see you here, in my office, tonight at 6.” He delivered finally. His gaze on her was hard, and bordering on hungry. Enough to make her shiver. She bit her lip, and nodded, before darting out of the room with the rest of her classmates to make it to her next class without falling face first into the black hole that Lucius always seemed to create right under her feet.


(Authors Note: Time for some review responses!

Hope: I'd like to address your reviews first because they've been on my mind. I appreciate you reading, and writing in. And your sweet compliments. I want to say firstly that I'm not a Ron-Basher. I'm sorry if you feel that I'm not writing him canonly, but I feel that I am. I am not portraying him as an idiot, or an angry bastard. Simply as he is. Mule-headed, a little dim when it comes to girls and the things that bother them. I like Ron, a lot. But as much as you seem to love him, that's how much I love Lucius. I understand that you feel Lucius is a criminal, and yes, he is. But is his one of the three main people in this story. And, if you'll kindly remember, this story does not follow the universe rules past Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, because I have chosen to keep Dumbledore alive, which in return means that Snape has not been outed as a Death Eater, and many of the crimes that you're hung up on Lucius not being in jail for have not happened at all. I suppose I should have made that clearer. But I do not want to drag out a debate about the laws and facts, and what should and should not be regarding this fiction. I'm happy with the direction it's taking, and I'll not be changing the plot I have set out. Thank you again hun.

Lady Bookworm80; I'm glad you're enjoying the story! Thanks for sticking around and encouraging me!

Ldeetz; I hope I updated fast enough for you hun!

Cullenspet; Hahahahaha! I'm glad I didn't disappoint you love! Sorry for the wait. I can only write so much smut before it's too much even for me. ._.; You guys have no idea how hard it is to get through a chapter in one sitting for me XD!

Lilashannah; Thanks for taking the time to review dear! She is certainly someone to envy. Mmmmhmmmm.

Angeles; My dear Angeles, I'm sorry for being so evil, but I have to. It makes for a good story, and trust me, when Draco and Lucius finally get a go at Hermione, it'll be SO worth the wait.

Beautifully Severe; Thank you SO much for reviewing, and for your compliment hun! It's reviews like yours that keep me writing. I'm really happy that you're enjoying. Keep hanging in there, and I promise I won't disappoint you.

Marks Pet; I missed you all as well ;A; It is getting pretty steamy, huh? I know I didn't go for the full on three-some, but it was too soon, and there is a bit more story building I want to do before it gets that far. Stay tuned for this next chapter and you'll understand why dear. <3 Thank you thank you thank you.

Queen Ruby; I'm sorry! Please don't pout! It just wasn't the right time for the full monty. I promise I'll make it up to you soon.

Jess; Thank you so much Jess. I'm glad you're enjoying my plot. It's building itself pretty well, and I promise I won't let the plot suffer for sex, like so many fics do. Hermiones in for a whirlwind, I'm sure.

Voracious Reader; Phwoar {a slang term meaning to express the sexual attractiveness of another person . As in, “God Madam Hooch is sooo phwoar!” Pansy exclaimed to Millicent who wrinkled her nose a bit. “If by phwoar, you mean old!”}Yes... Yes the characters do hate me. A lot. Particularly Draco, at the moment. In fact, he's been giving me very mean dreams in return for ultimately cockblocking him from Hermione from the time being. I'm really really happy that you appreciate how much depth I'm trying to give the mains. I honestly believe, that as a pureblood, Lucius would have much more of an instilled sense of honor than to take advantage of a muggleborn of all people. Especially with Draco in the state that he's in, I just don't see him letting that happen. Of course that doesn't mean he didn't thoroughly enjoy what he got. >3

Ocolao; Thank you for joining in love! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Dawn; You're incredibly sweet, dear. Here's more for you!

Dark Lady Snape; I'm sorry to leave you hanging! I hope I got this up quick enough for you dear!