Mrs.Malfoy

Author Note: Yes I forgot to add a sentence about Severus in the last chapter… sorry bout that. His disappearance will be explained in this chapter. Enjoy!

Another two months passed. Christmas was around the corner, and Lucius was nowhere to be found. At first Hermione didn’t care where he turned up, but now, this close to the holidays, she was beginning to worry that something was about to happen. She picked up her book and placed it back in its place beneath the bed in a charmed box. All of her research was hidden there. Arthur Weasley came through for her. He had sent her book after book regarding the Ministry of Magic, past Ministers, and their paths of succession. She had everything she needed.

Hermione turned around and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her belly was growing quite nicely. She had been to St. Mungo’s twice since she discovered the pregnancy. It was a boy. Another heir to Lucius like she promised. She ran the test herself in the privacy of her own bathroom just to be sure Lucius didn’t pay off the nurse to get the results he wanted. Yes, it wouldn’t have mattered when the baby was born. But Hermione wouldn’t put it past him to kill a newborn boy’s parents and pass the boy off as his own should she have given birth to a girl. It sounded like some muggle telly drama. But she still wouldn’t put it past him. Sure enough, it was a boy with a strong, healthy heartbeat. His name was already chosen by his father. Lucius chose Rastaban. Another name derived from a constellation, however this one had more significance with purebloods. Rastaban translates to ‘the head of the snake’.

“Perfect,” Hermione thought with sarcasm. With a name like that, the child was sure to grow up with the Slytherin finesse of pureblood ideals. She sighed internally when he made the announcement at last night’s social. At least, that’s what the Daily Prophet said anyways. He had the audacity to show up to save face with social elitists, but he wouldn’t step foot in the house.

Hermione went down to the kitchens to prepare herself a sandwich when Dobby appeared. He healed rather nicely after the beating Lucius gave him. One broken arm and a black eye were among the many things listed for his injuries. It took Hermione three days to heal it all. As further punishment, Dobby was made Hermione’s personal house elf. He was to take orders from her for now on. And he was never to clean, touch, or help with anything in the house. He was treated as a mudblood.

“There is a Master Snape at the door, Misses.”

Hermione looked up with apparent shock mixed with anger in her eyes. When he found about the baby, he bailed on her. He just simply stood up and walked out the door. Hermione went to the door and kept the formalities.

“Mr. Snape. Good of you to visit. My husband isn’t home at the moment,” she said as she held her head high and extended her hand.

He took hold of it and placed a kiss on the back as he bent in greeting, “Mrs. Malfoy. I didn’t come to see Lucius. I wanted to apologize for my abrupt absence these past months. Your…condition momentarily caught me off guard.”

“Momentarily? Two months is momentarily to you? I expected a missive of some sort. An owl. A messenger. Something.”

He looked to the floor. “Again, I apologize. I told you that I would do anything in my power to help you and I have failed you in that respect. I want to give my Congratulations to you and Lucius on the unborn child.”

“Rastaban,” she replied tediously.

His eyebrow piqued. “I see.”

She nodded and rolled her eyes. “Shall I have Dobby prepare tea?”

“No, I can’t stay. I was sent by a friend with a message.”

“Oh?”

Severus stood aside and allowed Hermione the first look at a poster that seemed to hang on the air behind him.

Fear the name no longer!

Voldemort is dead!

Join the Klewcon Order of Peace!

Vote Klewcon for Minister of Magic!

“Interesting,” was the only word that escaped her lips after a short pause. “But who is this Klewcon? I’ve never heard of him.”

Severus looked to her intently. “She is a pureblood extremist. She will get the purebloods to follow her way of thinking easily. I do not know how the muggleborn population will view her. She has some wild ideals. It is my personal experience that she will make a fine Minister. She hasn’t been tainted by Slytherin politics. However, she does play by their rules.”

Hermione’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t know if I like this person or not. You said you think she’ll make a good Minister, but then you paint her as a pureblood conformist. Like she believes as all purebloods do. I do not agree with that. What does this have to do with me?”

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. She kept the confused expression for a moment then it slowly receded to a look of utter astonishment. “Severus, if I’ve ever underestimated your brilliance, I do apologize! This is just the foot in the door I needed. When can we meet her?”

He smirked. “I believe she is available at your earliest convenience, Mrs. Malfoy. And I do believe your husband will most enjoy your enthusiasm to make friends with someone of such high importance.”

“I do believe you are correct, Severus. Lead the way.”

The two Apparated on the spot.

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The next day - Klewcon Election Headquarters

The door opened. The faces in the room all turned to see the woman enter. Her robes were of the finest purple satin. They exuded prominence and royalty. Her long hair was of the softest silk, rich auburn in color. Her hazel eyes penetrated their stares.

“I wish to thank you all for your diligent support in my campaign. I appreciate all you do to make a change for the wizarding world!”

The workers all exploded into applause. She recognized a few faces from her first outing yesterday after announcing her run for the most prestigious honor of Minister of Magic. She had come from a small town on the outskirts of Dublin. Her accent was rich with Irish decent. Only nineteen, she can trace her ancestry back to the thirteenth century, making her one of the purist of most purebloods. This is what fascinated Hermione. Here stood someone who could relate to her.

The meeting with Emilia Klewcon went well. She found Hermione favourable for a muggleborn, and decided to hear the woman’s pleas. It then became a part of Emilia’s agenda to review the marriage law when she became Minister, although that little bit of information would remain silent for now. How would she get voted into the position if the elitists knew she had cared about muggleborns?

And so began a long hard road. Not only for Miss Klewcon and her endeavours to become the youngest Minister in history, but also for Hermione, who waited on baited breath to see if she would ever be free from Lucius’ grasp.

AN: “Yes, it’s subtle,” WickedWitch told the evil plot bunny.
“I don’t think so. The readers will take notice.”
WickedWitch looked at the annoying rabbit. “If you don’t shut up, they will! Now let me write this. Go eat a carrot or something.”