What I've become

Chapter 13
1
Hermione awoke bright and early the next day, the dream she had, had lay forgotten in the back of her mind.
The first thing she remembered as she stretched was that she had a party to go to that night; her eyes went to her dress that still hung on the wardrobe. Going to the bathroom, she brushed her teeth and got dressed, lifting the dress off the wardrobe Hermione took it into her living room were she laid it across her sofa when there was a knock at the door.
Opening it she was greeted by Lupin, “Hi Hermione” he said in greeting, Hermione stepped aside and motioned him into her apartment without saying a word.
“If you have come to tell me to leave my job you’re going to waste your breath” Hermione said hotly as she shut the door behind Lupin.
“I have already told the rest of them that I’m not leaving it so you can save yourself time” said Hermione walking passed Lupin and into the kitchen were she flipped on her kettle.
“I was not coming here to tell you anything of the sort” lied Lupin appearing in the kitchen door way, Hermione threw him a sceptical look as she pulled a mug out of the top cupboard, reaching up again she pulled down another mug and motioned it towards Lupin who nodded yes with a smile.
“Then why are you here…I’m not complaining, but you have never visited me before, I didn’t even know you knew were I lived” inquired Hermione as she spooned coffee and sugar into the mugs.
“Well I had to ask Mrs Weasley for your address” Lupin said, Dumbledore had warned him that she might have asked that question and had come up the best answer.
“And again…why did you want my address?” Hermione asked her eyes on the mugs in front of her as she poured out the water stirring as she did so.
“Well I heard about your argument yesterday with Ginny and Luna” Lupin explained thinking it would be good to tell at least some truth.
“And I suppose they also told you about their glasses exploding into dust” Hermione said harshly, handing Lupin his cup and taking her own into the living room were she sat upon one of the chairs.
“It…came up, yes” Lupin admitted leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, and not waiting for Hermione to reply he nodded his head at her dress that was laid over the sofa preventing him from sitting down.
“Oh…sorry” Hermione said placing her cup on the coffee table she lifted the dress up carefully and hurried into the kitchen with it, when she returned Lupin had settled himself onto the sofa and was sipping his tea with a somewhat bemused look on his face.
“What’s with the dress…if you don’t mind me asking, that is,” he said as Hermione took her seat again, Hermione took a sip of her tea her eyes on Lupin over the rim trying to decide if honesty would be the best policy here.
“I’m going to a party tonight” Hermione said bluntly, Lupin raised his eyebrows with suspicion.
“Oh really…where, I’m not sure you have mentioned any friends other than Harry and Ron before” Lupin said his eyes faking interest, his eyes set firmly on Hermione’s but hers were anywhere but on his.
“It’s a party for the governor’s board and I will find out where it is being held when I arrive at the Ministry tonight” Hermione lied easily; Lupin took a long gulp of his coffee and nodded.
“That sounds nice” Lupin replied placing his now empty mug onto the coffee table. The room went silent for a long time and soon Hermione had the suspicion that the real reason Lupin had come to see her was to check on her and report back to the Order. Turning to him she found him staring at her.
“What!” she asked a little too sharply so she saved herself with a small smile, if he was here to gather information for the Order she sure as hell was not going to give him anything to report.
“It’s nothing…I just remembered that I am supposed to be meeting Harry for lunch…so I must be going,” Lupin said getting to his feet and stretching.
“Yeah…I’m sure you are” Hermione thought watching him out of the corner of her eye.
“You know you guys should seriously get past this silly argument, you have been through so much together…surely you could just go and talk to him and-” Lupin began until Hermione cut across him.
“I should not be the one to go to him first…if he and everyone else would just except that I am now working with Lucius Malfoy then…yes I could see us being friends again, but until then the answer is no,” Hermione said firmly, Lupin held up his hands in defeat.
“Ok, I can see your adamant about this…but surely you can see that everyone is just concerned about Lucius being so close to you…I bet he has been awful to you after what happened at the ministry,” Lupin said thoughtfully.
“No actually he has been…pleasant enough,” Hermione replied uncomfortably.
“Are you thinking that he has changed sides if so I thought you were smarter than that,” Lupin said in a joking manner making Hermione smile slyly.
“No…he was perfectly honest with me, he told me that he was still a death eater and that if he had the chance, he would hand Harry over to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,” Hermione said, Lupin looked, if anything, shocked.
“And that doesn’t bother you?” Lupin asked his eyes piercing into Hermione’s.
“Of cause it does!” Hermione said her voice raised and stung, Lupin lowered his gaze.
“And what about you…I mean why not take you?” Lupin asked his voice soft.
“I asked him the same question, he said that I…” Hermione paused briefly, Lupin sure had done his job well, though she had sworn to herself that she would give him nothing to report her, she was handing him everything. “That…the Dark Lord has no use for me,” Hermione lied, she knew it wasn’t a very good lie and knew from the look on Lupin’s face that he knew she had figured him out, silence fell again longer this time.
“Aren’t you going to be late for Harry?” Hermione asked when the silence had become unbearable, briskly she got to her feet and walked to the door Lupin following in her wake.
“Look…just think about what I said about Harry,” Lupin pleaded.
“Ok…I will” Hermione lied, faking a smile as she opened the door, Lupin bowed his head in farewell and left, Hermione closed the door and went back to the sofa and flopped down upon it, sighing and running her fingers though her hair as she did so.
2
Meanwhile in the alleyway between Hermione’s apartment block and the dead Muggle’s, Harry stood in wait for Lupin unknowing that the man he was supposed to be tailing, but could not seem to find, was standing at a window three floors up.
Lucius had stayed in the dead Muggle’s apartment all night, sleep had not come to him at all his mind was on Hermione, what had started out as a selfish quest for himself had clearly turned somewhat into an obsession.
The kiss he had shared with her, though he was sure she did not remember it, filled his mind, when he had spotted movement in her apartment he had gone to the window and watched her, when Lupin arrived he wished he could hear their conversation but had to rely on his poor lip-reading skills.
No argument pursued as far as Lucius could tell, but from the frown that kept gracing Hermione’s face he guessed they were speaking of something pressing, perhaps him?
After Lupin had left Lucius watched Hermione for over half an hour before glancing at the dead mans wall clock and realizing he had better get prepared for later in the evening.
Taking one last lingering glance at Hermione and knowing that all going well tonight she would never be the same he disapparated out of the dead mans apartment for the last time.
He re-materialized in the shadows of Knockturn Alley, the alley was almost deserted only several witches and wizards could be seen shuffling from one shop to another all of them had cloaks, balaclavas or masks over there faces to keep their identities to themselves. Lucius on the other hand kept his face on show as he climbed out of the shadows and into the open.
The few people that prowled the street peered at him though the slits they had for eye holes, some scurried into nearby shops others just stepped aside for him as he passed. Their fear and respect amused him, even after so many years in Azkaban he still struck fear into their hearts.
Lucius made his way though the twisting alleyways until he arrived at the shop he sought. This shop was one of the best kept in Knockturn Alley, where nearly all of the other ones had dirty windows and poor lighting inside this one had spotlessly clean windows and the warm glow of candle light shimmered though them.
This particular shop was owned by a strikingly beautiful witch by the name Catalina her main profession was potions and hexes, she also happened to be a Death Eater and a damn fine one too. In one night she had single-handedly massacred thirty-five Muggle’s plus four Aurours, the Dark Lord had been most pleased with her and after that she had one of the highest ranks in the female Death Eaters second only to Bellatrix Lastrange.
Unlike Bellatrix however Catalina did not look like a killer, her face was perfectly oval without a single blemish, and she had mousey brown hair that flowed down to her buttocks, broad shoulders that empathized her chest and a taught stomach that finished off with long slender legs.
Upon entering the shop a bell tinkled loudly deep within the shop, within seconds Catalina appeared behind the counter, seeing her new customer a sly grin that showed white teeth spread across her face.
“Lucius, My darling, it’s been a long time,” she said in greeting her voice sweet yet sinister at the same time. “I was wondering how long it would be after you were released from that hell before you came to me again,” she purred, about a year before Lucius was imprisoned he and Catalina had started an affair when his marriage with Narcissa first became stale, they had know each other since they were children their fathers both being highly respected Death Eaters.
They did not love each other just merely used one another for sex, but every time they did get together the pure lust was intoxicating and they spent many of hours just fucking each others brains out and biting and scratching until blood dripped from their naked bodies.
Moving from behind the counter Catalina seemed to glide rather than walk towards Lucius her hand crept round his neck and guilded his face to hers, there lips met and Catalina’s tongue slipped between his lips and stroked his own gently until Lucius pulled his face away.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you Catalina…but I’m just here on business,” Lucius explained twisting his neck out of her grasp.
“Isn’t that what you have always come for?” Catalina replied smirking.
“You could say that,” Lucius said returning the smile. The one thing he respected about Catalina was that no matter how many times they had made love in the past she had never expected it to turn into something more, and for that she was a valued friend.
“So what business brings you here, darling?” Catalina asked going back behind the counter again.
“I need one of your best sleeping draught’s…and a book about evoking spirits,” Lucius replied, Catalina raised an eyebrow.
“Evoking spirits?” she said sceptically, “what are you up to this time?” she asked her eyebrow still risen but her lips curved into a smile.
Lucius looked at Catalina wondering if he could trust her with the truth, turning he went to the shops door and bolted it shut, turning back to Catalina he asked, “do you remember when we were kids and my grandfather told us about the legend of Salazar’s secret daughter?”
“Yes I remember,” replied Catalina her eyes now narrowing.
“Well do you also remember him telling us that when they found Salazar’s body there were his last words on paper beside him?” Lucius asked making his way back to the counter.
“Yes…something about how she would return and bear the mark…the mark of a snake,” Catalina recited, Lucius nodded impressed with how well she remembered.
“Well…I think she has retuned,” Lucius said, Catalina’s face fell in shock and Lucius had to suppress a chuckle.
“Your joking right…it was just a myth, few believed it!” Catalina gasped.
“My grandfather believed it and after what I have seen I believe it too,” Lucius whispered.
“How do you know it’s real?” Catalina asked leaning on the counter eager to know more.
“I have seen the mark myself,” Lucius replied his voice still a whisper.
“Who is it…what’s her name…does the Dark Lord know about this?” Catalina asked in a huge gasp.
“I have not spoken of it to any one until now, I will tell the Dark Lord once I’m sure I am right, so please keep what I say to you to yourself” Lucius said sternly.
“I swear I will tell no one,” Catalina said eagerly.
“Her name is Hermione Granger,” Lucius began but stopped when Catalina frowned at him.
“Granger…Granger I have not heard of a pure blood line by the name Granger,” Catalina said still frowning.
“Well that’s the kicker you see…she is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and she is Muggle born,” Lucius explained.
“What!” Catalina shouted her face twisted with disgust. “A Mudblood, you’re trying to tell me that Salazar’s daughter has been reborn as a filthy disgusting Mudblood!” Catalina spat, Lucius held a gloved finger to his lips and made a shushing sound.
“I know it makes little sense but I saw the mark myself other wise I wouldn’t believe it…plus I have seen her power,” Lucius said quickly, Catalina’s face did not soften but hardened even more.
“Have you lost your mind Lucius…if you take this Mudblood to the Dark Lord he would surely kill you,” Catalina whispered her eyes now filled with concern.
“That is why I have kept it to myself until I am sure I am right…which I’m sure I am,” Lucius said, Catalina’s eyes drifted over Lucius’s face trying to detect if he had lost his mind. “Catalina…just think if I am right, she could bring the Dark Lord to full power again…together they would be unstoppable!” Lucius implored, Catalina raised her eyebrows again.
“I suppose there is no harm in trying…and if you are wrong you can dispose of the little bitch…or I can,” Catalina said a malicious grin crossing her face, Lucius merely nodded the thought of killing Hermione making his blood run cold and the thought of what Catalina would do to her turning it to ice.
“Lucius… are you ok darling, you look a bit pale,” Catalina asked, Lucius coughed then smiled.
“I’m fine,” he assured her.
“Now again down to business…do you have a book about evoking?” Lucius asked, Catalina studied his face for a while longer, sure she had seen the look of despair on his face a moment ago but decided it must have been a trick of the candle light she said.
“I’m afraid not…but I have studied the theory, follow me,” Catalina motioned with her hand as she retreated into the back of the store.
The back room was filled with candles and the strong smell of sandalwood drifted in rings of smoke from a blazing fire, Catalina seated herself at a small table and motioned Lucius to sit opposite her, once he was seated Catalina began to tell him what she knew.
“Well first you must know that the target is born of the rite,” Catalina began her eyes narrowed to show her scepticism. “Then you must awaken who they used to be in their past life…”
“And how do you do that?” Lucius cut in.
“Well in theory…the best way would be to unhinge the mind, make it unstable…then teach them who they used to be…the most important thing is the shell…this Hermione girl must consent to the change,” Catalina said, Lucius’s face fell.
“And how am I supposed to get her to do that…like I told you the girl is a member…well kind of a member of the Order,” Lucius said his plan seeming to have failed before it had even begun.
“Good people turn bad all the time darling, just look at my mother, training to become an Auror before she met my father then she became one of the most wanted witches in Britain,” Catalina purred noticing Lucius’s face fall. “You say you have seen her power…what exactly has she done?”
“Nothing much so far…just it seems every time she gets angry or upset something explodes, and it seems to give her pain” Lucius explained, Catalina’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
“that seems to be the key then…anger, the exploding objects seems to be a result of her untapped magic…making her angry or upset makes her link into it,” Catalina said her voice full of wonder, the prospect of Salazar’s daughter being real now exciting her.
“After you help teach her to tap into the magic at will the dark side of her magic might seduce her…you never know,” Catalina said with a smile that reached her eyes.
“And what if that doesn’t work?” Lucius asked leaning forward on the table.
“Then there is nothing you can do,” Catalina said flatly.
“Nothing at all…no ritual or anything?”
“No dear you’re thinking of possessing someone” Catalina said laughing.
“Ok…I will take your word as the truth,” Lucius said running a hand over his tired face.
“Now about that sleeping draught…how powerful do you want it?” Catalina asked getting to her feet and walking to a large cabinet.
“The strongest you have,” Lucius said watching Catalina shift though all of her potion bottles before returning with a medium sized bottle filled with amber liquid.
“And who is this for?” implored Catalina waving aside money that Lucius tried to give her.
“For my dear wife so that she does not interrupt my dinner plans tonight,” Lucius explained, Catalina grinned.
“And how is dear Narcissa?” she asked with a small laugh.
“A wreck as always,” Lucius said curtly.
“Still drinking?” Catalina asked with a smirk, she and Narcissa had never got along and hated each other with a passion.
“Yes…more so than ever…I think my imprisonment unhinged her,” Lucius explained, Catalina laughed again, louder this time.
“Are you thinking of using that potion in her alcoholic beverage…if so, you should know that it triples its affects,” Catalina warned.
“But that is the whole point dear,” Lucius sniggered.
“I must leave now…I have a dinner to arrange,” Lucius said curtly as he got to his feet, Catalina followed him to the front of the store.
“One more thing…if Hermione does consent to the change, what will happen to her when Sahar takes her place?” Lucius asked with interest.
“Nothing…you’re not bringing Sahar here from the past or anything, in the past, she is dead…this girl will remember everything about her life, she may even start to remember bits from her past with time also,” Catalina explained.
“Ok…thank you for all your help” Lucius said then turned to leave but Catalina caught his arm.
“Why so much concern for the girl Lucius…could it be you have gone soft?” Catalina asked sternly.
“I merely wondered, that is all,” Lucius lied, easing his arm out of Catalina’s grasp he departed.
3
When Lucius returned to Malfoy Manor he went straight to his private chambers, his head was fuzzy with the lack of sleep and the mission ahead seeming impossible.
Throwing the door open to his chambers, Lucius went to his desk and pulled out a bottle of Firewhiskey, not bothering to find a glass he unscrewed the cap, sinking into his high-backed chair he took a huge gulp, the liquid burned his throat and warmed every inch of his body on the way down.
Leaning his head back against the chair Lucius let the alcohol take over him, not opening his eyes Lucius tilted the bottle over his lips and took another long swig.
His eyes soon started to feel heavy and without even intending it he found himself falling to sleep, as the final wave of sleep descended over him Hermione’s face flashed into his mind, jerking awake the whiskey bottle he had been holding crashed to the ground, the precious liquid spilling to the floor.
“Shit!” Lucius exclaimed running a shaky hand over his face, “what has she done to me?” Lucius groaned, his actions at Catalina’s shop had shown him how far his obsession had come, on any other occasion he would have let Catalina take him to her bed, but the thought of Hermione had driven it far from his mind.
Lucius got to his feet and using his wand he cleared away the broken glass and spilled whiskey, running a hand over his tired face again he took a deep breath.
“Axel!” Lucius shouted at the top of his voice, with a loud pop Axel appeared in the room and shuffled towards his master and bowed his head and awaited instructions.
“Axel, where is my wife?” Lucius asked flatly his voice still filled with sleep.
“Last I is knowing…Mistress is in the library…she is not leaving since master left the Manor,” Axel informed his head still bowed.
“Is she drinking?” Lucius asked, sifting though his desk drawers.
“Yes Sir…Mistress is just sending Axel to get her a bottle of whiskey,” Axel said, Lucius continued to search his drawers until his hand closed around a bottle.
“Perfect…I would like you to take this to her,” Lucius said handing the elf the whiskey bottle, then reaching inside his cloak he pulled out Catalina’s sleeping draught and handed that down to the elf also.
“Tip quarter of the bottle into the whiskey before you give it to her…and I forbid you to say anything to her,” Lucius ordered, Axel bowed his head even further.
“Is my son still away,” Lucius asked quickly.
“As far as Axel is knowing, young master has not come home,” Axel replied.
“Then After you have given Narcissa the bottle come back to me so I can give you the arrangements for tonight,” Lucius said then turned his back on the elf, Axel knowing that he was being dismissed popped out of the room.
4
Hermione slipped her dress over her shoulders and smoothed it down with her fingertips, her hair was already done and was now in a high ponytail that had been curled up and held in place with lacquered chop-sticks, not wanting to give Damon ammunition she also applied a bit of light make-up.
As Hermione shut out all of the light’s in her apartment bar the living room light which she always left on when leaving the place at night, her stomach felt tight with nerves and the last time she remembered being this nerves was when Hogwarts held the Yule ball.
Going to the front door Hermione locked the door and dropped the keys onto the counter, taking one last deep breath she disapparated.
Cold air struck her face when she reappeared at the side of a long dirt road that led up to Malfoy Manor, after listening to Draco go on about his Manor for years Hermione had assumed that it could not be as nice as he made it out to be, but now as she walked towards It she could not help thinking about how nice it would be to live here…miles of freedom, with woods and wildflowers that bloomed everywhere.
Coming to the main ground gates Hermione found them chained tightly shut, grabbing the chains Hermione gave them an experimental tug but as she expected the chains did not give way.
“Then how the hell…” Hermione mumbled gazing up at the Manor then looking at the gate again, a small scream escaped her lips when the metal on the gate started to twist and melt until it formed the shape of a face.
“Who is it?” the face said in Lucius’s voice.
“Owe…its Hermione,” Hermione gasped in shock.
“Ah, one moment…I will meet you at the door,” Metal faced Lucius said, the face disappeared as the metal returned to normal the chains clanked loudly and slithered apart like snakes.
The gate creaked as it opened wide and Hermione took a deep shaky breath before walking thought them, once clear of the threshold the gates swung shut and the chains joined back together and locked tight.
The walk to the front doors seemed to take forever the closer she got the further the manor seemed to be but after awhile the illusion broke and Hermione finally arrived at the stairs leading up to the oak doors that guarded the entrance.
As she climbed the stairs Hermione heard the doors above her open and when she reached the top step Lucius was there to greet her.
“Hermione so glad you could make it,” Lucius said reaching out he took Hermione’s hand into his and lifted it to his mouth were he kissed it gently, Hermione felt the same shock in her hand as she had before in the Ministry but this time she did not jerk her hand away but blushed with embarrassment.
“You are the first to arrive,” Lucius informed her as he took her arm and led Hermione into the manor, the doors closing them themselves once there were cleared from the threshold.
The entrance hall was huge with a high ceiling that held a classy chandelier that sent sparkles around the room; Hermione had to suppress a gasp.
Lucius hooked his arm around hers and led her into the first room to there right, this room was clearly classed as a living room though there was no TV like you would find in a muggle dwelling. In this one family portraits hung around the room most of them of Draco but others of their ancestors, you could tell this because everyone of the pictures had something in similar either it be a pointy nose, or shining blond hair or even just eye colour or their mouth shape, the portraits behind the frames were clearly sleeping and did not stir as they passed.
The next room was the dinner hall and it looked how you would expect a dinner hall in one of these old Manors to look like, eight or nine tall windows littered the room and red velvet curtains covered them all the way to the floor, the dinner table itself was gigantic and had old Victorian style candles every five feet along the mahogany wood.
“Please take a seat” Lucius said politely pulling out a chair near the head of the table, Hermione walked over and lowered herself into the seat and gave Lucius a smile of thanks. Lucius pushed the chair up to the table and went to take his own seat which was at the end.
“You must be thirsty after the walk up here…Axel!” Lucius said shouting the last word more politely than he normally would do for the present company.
Axel appeared carrying a platter that balanced two tall glasses of wine, Axel first served his master then shuffled to Hermione and handed her the second glass.
“Thank you, Axel,” Hermione said kindly flashing the elf a warm almost sympathetic smile, Axel glanced at his master fearfully.
“You is welcome miss,” Axel mumbled the scurried from the room, silence fell and Hermione took to just looking around the room in awe, Lucius sipped his wine slowly and glancing at Hermione every few seconds when he was sure she was looking the other way.
“You look lovely this evening,” Lucius said, Hermione who had been admiring a large painting that hung on the wall in front of her snapped her head round to look at him.
“Thank you,” she said shyly, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear, not quite sure how to respond to his remark.
“Am I early or something?” Hermione asked before silence fell again.
“A little…but everyone is always late anyway,” Lucius explained
“Are you enjoying your new job?” Lucius asked trying to keep a conversation going; his eyes glanced at her untouched glass of wine.
“Yes…It’s a big change from what I was used to doing…more responsibilities and that sort of thing” Hermione said quickly feeling slightly uncomfortable with being alone with a Malfoy.
Picking up her glass of wine Hermione placed it to her lips but then sighed in defeat and put it back down.
“Mr Malfoy?”
“Call me Lucius”
“Ok then…Lucius, I’m sorry but I have to ask…what is all this about?” Hermione asked, Lucius tilted his head in mock confusion.
“I mean years ago if ever you saw me you would sneer, your only son made my life hell at Hogwarts, plus I helped put you away in Azkaban,” Hermione said, Lucius shrugged his shoulders.
“That’s in the past” Lucius said
“Well…yes it is, but what has brought this change in you…I mean like putting my name forward for the governors job, inviting me to this party in your home, kissing my hand, holding my chair out for me…?” Hermione trailed out with a dramatic sigh.
“Like I have said before, I think there is…”
“More to me…Yes, I know, you keep saying that but what does that mean!” Hermione exclaimed, Lucius sighed but said nothing.
“I’m not complaining or anything, don’t get me wrong I prefer you this way…but why now…why me, I’m a Muggle born and you’re a known Muggle hater …yet here you are sitting with me drinking wine and acting like we’re friends,” Hermione said in one big breath, Lucius caught Hermione’s eyes and held them, when she didn’t break the gaze Lucius smiled.
“Maybe I just wanted a fresh start,” Lucius said his eyes still firmly on Hermione’s beautiful brown ones that sparkled at him as a smile crossed her face.
“That’s a terrible lie,” Hermione said laughing.
“It really was, wasn’t it?” Lucius said laughing with her. “But how about it Hermione?” Lucius said lifting his glass.
“To a fresh start,” he finished with a husky voice that sent a chill down Hermione’s spine, her brown eyes travelled over Lucius’s grey ones trying to detect if he was joking, seeing nothing Hermione raised her glass into the air.
“To a fresh start,” Hermione mimicked, Lucius narrowed his eyes and grinned before he downed his glass of wine, Hermione returned the grin and followed suit, and tilting her head back she drained her glass in three huge gulps.
The affect was instant, before the glass left her lips it fell from her hands and shattered on the table, the room swam in and out of focus and her entire body was numb from the neck down.
“Wha…what’s…happening?” Hermione mumbled trying to stand up but sagging into the chair instead, her eyes rolled around the room until they found Lucius, he was still in his chair watching Hermione.
“W…what have…yo…you…d…done?” Hermione groaned her eyes feeling heavy, the dinner hall swam before her and things became dull and blurry.
Thought the haze Hermione watched Lucius get to his feet and walk towards her, she felt him pull out her chair and slipped one arm under her legs and the other around her waist.
Lucius lifted her up into his arms so that Hermione’s head rested on his shoulder, Hermione felt sleep washing over her and the only thing she felt she still had any control over was her breathing, talking a deep shaky breath Lucius’s musty sent filled her brain and in that instant everything came back to her in a wave.
“It...W…was…you?” Hermione mumbled, and then her mind filled with her forgotten dream of his lips meeting hers in a kiss then…nothing.