How the Mighty have Fallen
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
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21
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24,868
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36
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Mourning Morning
A/N: So sorry for the very late update! This is going to be a shorter chapter, so I can get back into the swing of things for this story. Thank you to those who just started to read and those who have continued to read this story, it means a lot to me. A huge thank you to those that review, I’ve read every one, usually more than once! Lastly,if you,the reader,have time, please check out my other stories and let me know what you think.
~October 11, 1971: Monday Morning~
Hermione’s first week at her “new school” came and went, taking with it some of the animosity she had harbored for the elder Malfoy. It wasn’t so much that they were friends, at least in her opinion, but rather, comfortable acquaintances that coincidentally spent a great deal of their free time with one another. Although the amount of time Hermione spent with Severus was confined to meals and the common room, she felt inordinately fond of him already and couldn’t fathom why such a quiet boy was harassed at every turn.
As Hermione nibbled her strawberry jam smeared toast, the owls soared overhead to deliver the Prophet as well as personal missives to the eager students of Hogwarts. Lucius received the paper daily, and today his delivery was accompanied by a letter from his parents. Stowing the scroll within his well tailored black school robes, he continued his perusal of the Prophet’s morning edition.
Unbeknownst to Hermione, Lucius was also observing her as well. He thought her features had held a hint of longing and annoyance when he received his morning post, but as soon as he turned his full attention on her she was nothing but smiles. Though he supposed her feelings were justified as she hadn’t received a single piece of post her entire first week.
Hermione’s pleasant demeanor melted away into a concerned frown upon Severus’ approach of the house table. Noticing Hermione’s abrupt shift in mood, he lowered his paper to ascertain the cause of her distress when he noticed Severus’ covered in angry red scratches gingerly settling himself on the bench.
“What in Merlin’s name happened?” Hermione asked shrilly, as she aimed her wand at the wounded boy and began muttering healing charms which failed to work. Noticing that the scratches remained, Lucius began applying the same healing charms, earning exactly the same effect, none.
“Yes, thank you Lucius, I am quite capable of casting my own spells,” Hermione snapped waspishly, fixing him with an annoyed look for good measure. “Honestly, I cannot believe that they would stoop so low as to curse the scratches as well,” Hermione said in an aggravated huff.
“They…?” Severus questioned in a very good imitation of someone that had absolutely no idea what the other person was alluding to.
Hermione’s mouth became a grim line full of disapproval, “I’m not thick Severus so don’t treat me as though I am,” she chastised angrily. While Hermione pondered why she was directing her irritation at the injured party, Lucius was running though common counter curses until he hit upon the correct solution. Though Severus was now starting to heal under both Lucius’ and Hermione’s wandwork, he still looked particularly dejected, shoulders slumped starting listlessly at the now cold eggs on his plate.
Once Hermione was through casting all the pertinent healing charms, she fixed Severus with a mournful look and whispered, “I’m sorry Severus. I didn’t mean to take my frustration out on you.”
“That’s okay,” Severus said simply, albeit a bit hollowly.
“No, it isn’t, but I’m glad you accept my apology,” Hermione replied seriously.
As the unlikely trio descended into an awkward silence, a small first year Slytherin girl passed Severus a piece of post and explained, “It must have gotten mixed up in mine,” before she turned to finish her pancakes. A wistful look crossed her features when she realized that the letter’s elegant script indicated that it was from his mum. At Lucius’ concerned pointed glance, Hermione quickly schooled her features into a look of supreme displeasure.
“Aren’t you going to do anything?” she chided heatedly, nodding her head in Severus’ general direction.
“Leave it alone, Hermione,” Lucius barked, when he noticed Severus’ discomfort at the idea of his taking action as Head Boy. Though Lucius soon realized that by making Severus feel better, he was inadvertently causing Hermione to become angrier. In order to appease her, he muttered, “If I intervene it will only embarrass him and cause even more bullying in the process.”
“Fine,” Hermione mumbled gracelessly, “Just take points from random Gryffindors then.”
“That isn’t very fair,” Lucius scolded her in a tone full of humor.
“Ah, such is life, “Hermione intoned with false remorse.
Opening the scroll his mother sent, Severus began to devour the missive headless of the longing looks he received from Hermione whenever she glanced at the letter.
“Do you expect a letter soon?” Lucius questioned innocently.
“No,” she replied sadly.
“I’m sure they’ll write soon,” he tried to console the girl.
“No, they won’t,” Hermione replied thickly. Looking Lucius in the eye while hers were swimming in tears, she explained, “I was disowned.”
Getting up, as her tears began to trickle down her face, she left so as to be alone.
~October 11, 1971: Monday Morning~
Hermione’s first week at her “new school” came and went, taking with it some of the animosity she had harbored for the elder Malfoy. It wasn’t so much that they were friends, at least in her opinion, but rather, comfortable acquaintances that coincidentally spent a great deal of their free time with one another. Although the amount of time Hermione spent with Severus was confined to meals and the common room, she felt inordinately fond of him already and couldn’t fathom why such a quiet boy was harassed at every turn.
As Hermione nibbled her strawberry jam smeared toast, the owls soared overhead to deliver the Prophet as well as personal missives to the eager students of Hogwarts. Lucius received the paper daily, and today his delivery was accompanied by a letter from his parents. Stowing the scroll within his well tailored black school robes, he continued his perusal of the Prophet’s morning edition.
Unbeknownst to Hermione, Lucius was also observing her as well. He thought her features had held a hint of longing and annoyance when he received his morning post, but as soon as he turned his full attention on her she was nothing but smiles. Though he supposed her feelings were justified as she hadn’t received a single piece of post her entire first week.
Hermione’s pleasant demeanor melted away into a concerned frown upon Severus’ approach of the house table. Noticing Hermione’s abrupt shift in mood, he lowered his paper to ascertain the cause of her distress when he noticed Severus’ covered in angry red scratches gingerly settling himself on the bench.
“What in Merlin’s name happened?” Hermione asked shrilly, as she aimed her wand at the wounded boy and began muttering healing charms which failed to work. Noticing that the scratches remained, Lucius began applying the same healing charms, earning exactly the same effect, none.
“Yes, thank you Lucius, I am quite capable of casting my own spells,” Hermione snapped waspishly, fixing him with an annoyed look for good measure. “Honestly, I cannot believe that they would stoop so low as to curse the scratches as well,” Hermione said in an aggravated huff.
“They…?” Severus questioned in a very good imitation of someone that had absolutely no idea what the other person was alluding to.
Hermione’s mouth became a grim line full of disapproval, “I’m not thick Severus so don’t treat me as though I am,” she chastised angrily. While Hermione pondered why she was directing her irritation at the injured party, Lucius was running though common counter curses until he hit upon the correct solution. Though Severus was now starting to heal under both Lucius’ and Hermione’s wandwork, he still looked particularly dejected, shoulders slumped starting listlessly at the now cold eggs on his plate.
Once Hermione was through casting all the pertinent healing charms, she fixed Severus with a mournful look and whispered, “I’m sorry Severus. I didn’t mean to take my frustration out on you.”
“That’s okay,” Severus said simply, albeit a bit hollowly.
“No, it isn’t, but I’m glad you accept my apology,” Hermione replied seriously.
As the unlikely trio descended into an awkward silence, a small first year Slytherin girl passed Severus a piece of post and explained, “It must have gotten mixed up in mine,” before she turned to finish her pancakes. A wistful look crossed her features when she realized that the letter’s elegant script indicated that it was from his mum. At Lucius’ concerned pointed glance, Hermione quickly schooled her features into a look of supreme displeasure.
“Aren’t you going to do anything?” she chided heatedly, nodding her head in Severus’ general direction.
“Leave it alone, Hermione,” Lucius barked, when he noticed Severus’ discomfort at the idea of his taking action as Head Boy. Though Lucius soon realized that by making Severus feel better, he was inadvertently causing Hermione to become angrier. In order to appease her, he muttered, “If I intervene it will only embarrass him and cause even more bullying in the process.”
“Fine,” Hermione mumbled gracelessly, “Just take points from random Gryffindors then.”
“That isn’t very fair,” Lucius scolded her in a tone full of humor.
“Ah, such is life, “Hermione intoned with false remorse.
Opening the scroll his mother sent, Severus began to devour the missive headless of the longing looks he received from Hermione whenever she glanced at the letter.
“Do you expect a letter soon?” Lucius questioned innocently.
“No,” she replied sadly.
“I’m sure they’ll write soon,” he tried to console the girl.
“No, they won’t,” Hermione replied thickly. Looking Lucius in the eye while hers were swimming in tears, she explained, “I was disowned.”
Getting up, as her tears began to trickle down her face, she left so as to be alone.