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Chapter XIII
Lovely Reviewers:
happybunny - Yes, poor Lucius. He is delicate. And he keeps making mistakes, I'm afraid.
Do you mind horribly that both stories were updated at the same time? I'm trying to get back to that. No guarantees. I need to catch up the number, don't I?
Citten - Indeed, this chapter will be good, and I would wager a guess that the next will be even better. Enchanted undergarments, so HOTTT! So totally Lucius Malfoy!
Heidi191976 - Well, punishment can be a bitch.
trippingEYES - Hermione and weak don't go together. I will try. Hope your expectations are met.
Linneh - Lucius will have Hermione there to help him deal with his problems though. Numerous as they are.
sinbad - I'm glad that you like it. Whatever my problem is with the illness, if they would just let me get diagnosed rather than trying to test for all the bizarre and strange...I would have the medication that I need and wouldn't be dealing with this nonsense. My left side is so-so. But my right is fairly good.
Voracious reader - Yes, they surely were. I would be more worried about him doing it so she wouldn't be able to leave him again. The women in his life have a record for leaving him, whether they chose to or not. Lucius isn't being locked up with the crazies...yet.
Lauriurix - She deserves it. Being mean to poor psycho Lucius. Lucius needs hugs!
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My doctors are frustrating me. I've fallen because of blackouts several times, but they still insist that I go through the regime for Hypoglycemia testing...which is probably good. But probably not my problem. I could be wrong though.
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Hermione jerked away from him to see that only Draco, Astoria, and Severus were still in the room. She stormed away from him not giving it a further thought.
“You get back here,” Mr. Malfoy demanded, pointing a finger at the floor in front of him. “You vixen!”
Hermione didn’t acknowledge him; she just continued to stomp away from him.
Mr. Malfoy's eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists before he lunged and grabbed her wrist.
“You will do as I say,” Mr. Malfoy said, clutching her wrist and forcing her body to face his own as he dragged her back to where they had been standing.
“Let go of me,” Hermione said, throwing a hand out and smacking the other cheek.
“You want to hit,” Mr. Malfoy said, raising his hand to her.
Hermione stubbornly stared into the boiling silver eyes.
“Do it,” she said. “I dare you to hit me.”
Mr. Malfoy jerked his hand back and held it raised and trembling. He stared at her as she un-quiveringly met his eyes.
“Why don’t you complete it by performing the cruciatus on me? It’s legal according to the law you’ve used. You have carte blanche.”
Mr. Malfoy's raised fist tightened above her. She struck him twice, would do so before a whole assembly of people. She ought to be struck for impudence. She should get as good as she gave.
“Father,” Draco said, moving between the two. He placed a hand on his father’s raised arm.
Mr. Malfoy turned hard eyes on his son.
“Let me deal with my insolent bonded.”
“Father, you want her love? Yes?” Draco asked, slipping between his father and Hermione.
“She does love me,” he asserted, jerking Hermione around his son so she was squeezed against his side.
Hermione shoved at him before sliding her hand into his robes. Her wand was in there.
Who was this man? Lucius would never have hit her. He was the soul of kindness to her. He was sweet. This man was cruel. This man was cold. This man raised his hand to her.
“Father, you don’t want to hurt her,” Draco said, tapping the hand that held Hermione pinned to his side.
Lucius shook his head, and his hold on Hermione loosened to the point she could slip away.
"You would hit her. You really would?"
"She is uppity. She needs to know that I am in charge."
"You won't hit my Hermione!"
“Come back!” Lucius commanded, straining for her.
Hermione turned and flew up the stairs toward the second story entrance of the ballroom as fast as she could. She clutched her wand tightly. She wouldn't curse him. She'd seen her sweet, though emotionally immature, Love in him; she didn't want to hurt Lucius. Hurting Mr. Malfoy was something completely different.
Severus shut the doors behind her, and he waved his wand over them warding them strongly.
“Hermione, wait!” he called, chasing after her.
“I have to get out of here,” Hermione said as Severus caught up to her.
“Hermione, by now, Lucius has surely put up wards to keep his family from leaving here. You can’t leave.”
“I can’t hide, either,” Hermione said, and tears made her eyes bright. She wrapped her arms around Severus.
Severus patted her hair.
“Hermione, you rescued me. Allow me to help you hide. There is one room within this house that Lucius must have permission to enter.”
“How will I enter?”
“You are Lady Malfoy, and you will be entering the traditional chambers of the lady. The master of the house must be invited to enter and must leave immediately at her request. He must obey your requests within the lady's chambers. It is the only place you will be safe from him. He’ll know where you are, but be able to do nothing about it.”
“Thank you, Severus,” Hermione said as Severus led her down the hallway.
He stopped before a set of double doors. Above the doors, gorgeously inscribed were four letters, MHJM.
“What does it mean?” Hermione asked as Severus motioned to the doors.
“Madam Hermione Jean Malfoy,” he responded. “Only you can open the doors, Hermione.”
“Thank you Severus.”
“Hermione,” an upset, urgent voice pleaded. “HERMIONE! Come back here.”
“Go,” Severus urged.
Hermione barely touched the doors when they opened for her.
“Will you be alright?” she asked with the door open a crack.
“I’ll be fine.”
“HERMIONE!”
Hermione shut the door as she heard crashing and more desperate cries of her name. She could hear the slamming of doors and shouts of her name.
She wouldn’t tell him where she was. Let the bastard search his humungous monstrosity for her. He would have hit her. Let him stew like lacewing flies for Polyjuice potion. She wished that Severus would have come in the room. She didn’t like leaving him out there with Mr. Malfoy. She knew that he had been one of the highest ranking Death Eaters, but so had Mr. Malfoy. She knew he could take care of himself, but she could still see a twelve year boy when she looked at him, unlike Mr. Malfoy who morphed into his seventeen year old self at random, morphed into her Lucius.
Hermione unlaced the dress and kicked her boots off. She looked down at her bra and panties and stared at the crests. She peeled the bra off and waved her wand over it out of curiosity. The tip of the wand glowed red, and she kicked it away quickly peeling off her knickers as well. Enchanted undergarments. She should have expected with that puppy-dog pout that he had an ulterior motive.
She went to the bed and pulled up the lush covers to her chin before tucking her knees to her chest. Slowly, Hermione slipped into sleep.
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I hope y'all enjoyed it. Oh, and as a treat for y'all, I will let you know that Chapter XIV will be updated at the same time for both fics. Roughly anyway...you know how I have to proof them before they go up.
I couldn't let Lucius hit Hermione. It's just not in him, no matter how angry he is, to hit a woman. He is a gentleman. *sighs* And he has a British accent. Yes, I know. But the British have the monopoly on the cute accent.
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happybunny - Yes, poor Lucius. He is delicate. And he keeps making mistakes, I'm afraid.
Do you mind horribly that both stories were updated at the same time? I'm trying to get back to that. No guarantees. I need to catch up the number, don't I?
Citten - Indeed, this chapter will be good, and I would wager a guess that the next will be even better. Enchanted undergarments, so HOTTT! So totally Lucius Malfoy!
Heidi191976 - Well, punishment can be a bitch.
trippingEYES - Hermione and weak don't go together. I will try. Hope your expectations are met.
Linneh - Lucius will have Hermione there to help him deal with his problems though. Numerous as they are.
sinbad - I'm glad that you like it. Whatever my problem is with the illness, if they would just let me get diagnosed rather than trying to test for all the bizarre and strange...I would have the medication that I need and wouldn't be dealing with this nonsense. My left side is so-so. But my right is fairly good.
Voracious reader - Yes, they surely were. I would be more worried about him doing it so she wouldn't be able to leave him again. The women in his life have a record for leaving him, whether they chose to or not. Lucius isn't being locked up with the crazies...yet.
Lauriurix - She deserves it. Being mean to poor psycho Lucius. Lucius needs hugs!
~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~
My doctors are frustrating me. I've fallen because of blackouts several times, but they still insist that I go through the regime for Hypoglycemia testing...which is probably good. But probably not my problem. I could be wrong though.
~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~
Hermione jerked away from him to see that only Draco, Astoria, and Severus were still in the room. She stormed away from him not giving it a further thought.
“You get back here,” Mr. Malfoy demanded, pointing a finger at the floor in front of him. “You vixen!”
Hermione didn’t acknowledge him; she just continued to stomp away from him.
Mr. Malfoy's eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists before he lunged and grabbed her wrist.
“You will do as I say,” Mr. Malfoy said, clutching her wrist and forcing her body to face his own as he dragged her back to where they had been standing.
“Let go of me,” Hermione said, throwing a hand out and smacking the other cheek.
“You want to hit,” Mr. Malfoy said, raising his hand to her.
Hermione stubbornly stared into the boiling silver eyes.
“Do it,” she said. “I dare you to hit me.”
Mr. Malfoy jerked his hand back and held it raised and trembling. He stared at her as she un-quiveringly met his eyes.
“Why don’t you complete it by performing the cruciatus on me? It’s legal according to the law you’ve used. You have carte blanche.”
Mr. Malfoy's raised fist tightened above her. She struck him twice, would do so before a whole assembly of people. She ought to be struck for impudence. She should get as good as she gave.
“Father,” Draco said, moving between the two. He placed a hand on his father’s raised arm.
Mr. Malfoy turned hard eyes on his son.
“Let me deal with my insolent bonded.”
“Father, you want her love? Yes?” Draco asked, slipping between his father and Hermione.
“She does love me,” he asserted, jerking Hermione around his son so she was squeezed against his side.
Hermione shoved at him before sliding her hand into his robes. Her wand was in there.
Who was this man? Lucius would never have hit her. He was the soul of kindness to her. He was sweet. This man was cruel. This man was cold. This man raised his hand to her.
“Father, you don’t want to hurt her,” Draco said, tapping the hand that held Hermione pinned to his side.
Lucius shook his head, and his hold on Hermione loosened to the point she could slip away.
"You would hit her. You really would?"
"She is uppity. She needs to know that I am in charge."
"You won't hit my Hermione!"
“Come back!” Lucius commanded, straining for her.
Hermione turned and flew up the stairs toward the second story entrance of the ballroom as fast as she could. She clutched her wand tightly. She wouldn't curse him. She'd seen her sweet, though emotionally immature, Love in him; she didn't want to hurt Lucius. Hurting Mr. Malfoy was something completely different.
Severus shut the doors behind her, and he waved his wand over them warding them strongly.
“Hermione, wait!” he called, chasing after her.
“I have to get out of here,” Hermione said as Severus caught up to her.
“Hermione, by now, Lucius has surely put up wards to keep his family from leaving here. You can’t leave.”
“I can’t hide, either,” Hermione said, and tears made her eyes bright. She wrapped her arms around Severus.
Severus patted her hair.
“Hermione, you rescued me. Allow me to help you hide. There is one room within this house that Lucius must have permission to enter.”
“How will I enter?”
“You are Lady Malfoy, and you will be entering the traditional chambers of the lady. The master of the house must be invited to enter and must leave immediately at her request. He must obey your requests within the lady's chambers. It is the only place you will be safe from him. He’ll know where you are, but be able to do nothing about it.”
“Thank you, Severus,” Hermione said as Severus led her down the hallway.
He stopped before a set of double doors. Above the doors, gorgeously inscribed were four letters, MHJM.
“What does it mean?” Hermione asked as Severus motioned to the doors.
“Madam Hermione Jean Malfoy,” he responded. “Only you can open the doors, Hermione.”
“Thank you Severus.”
“Hermione,” an upset, urgent voice pleaded. “HERMIONE! Come back here.”
“Go,” Severus urged.
Hermione barely touched the doors when they opened for her.
“Will you be alright?” she asked with the door open a crack.
“I’ll be fine.”
“HERMIONE!”
Hermione shut the door as she heard crashing and more desperate cries of her name. She could hear the slamming of doors and shouts of her name.
She wouldn’t tell him where she was. Let the bastard search his humungous monstrosity for her. He would have hit her. Let him stew like lacewing flies for Polyjuice potion. She wished that Severus would have come in the room. She didn’t like leaving him out there with Mr. Malfoy. She knew that he had been one of the highest ranking Death Eaters, but so had Mr. Malfoy. She knew he could take care of himself, but she could still see a twelve year boy when she looked at him, unlike Mr. Malfoy who morphed into his seventeen year old self at random, morphed into her Lucius.
Hermione unlaced the dress and kicked her boots off. She looked down at her bra and panties and stared at the crests. She peeled the bra off and waved her wand over it out of curiosity. The tip of the wand glowed red, and she kicked it away quickly peeling off her knickers as well. Enchanted undergarments. She should have expected with that puppy-dog pout that he had an ulterior motive.
She went to the bed and pulled up the lush covers to her chin before tucking her knees to her chest. Slowly, Hermione slipped into sleep.
~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~-~-~*~
I hope y'all enjoyed it. Oh, and as a treat for y'all, I will let you know that Chapter XIV will be updated at the same time for both fics. Roughly anyway...you know how I have to proof them before they go up.
I couldn't let Lucius hit Hermione. It's just not in him, no matter how angry he is, to hit a woman. He is a gentleman. *sighs* And he has a British accent. Yes, I know. But the British have the monopoly on the cute accent.
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