How the Mighty have Fallen
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
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24,605
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36
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
4
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A Nasty Suprise
A/N: A quick update for once! Thank you all so much for your wonderful encouragement and praise! On a side note, these past few chapters have all been the same day; the story is progressing a bit slower than I anticipated, due to my shorter chapters, but please bear with me.
October 11, 1971: Afternoon & Evening
At Hermione’s admission, Professor McGonagall’s lips pursed into the coldest expression ever directed at a student and her eyes narrowed noticeably. But it was her voice that told Hermione exactly how furious she was, as her Scottish burr was incredibly pronounced as she chastised the seemingly new schoolgirl; “Your behavior was idiotic in the extreme! Have you any idea how incredibly dangerous it is to incite a duel between two magically inexperienced children! One or both of them could have been killed!!”
Her shrill voice was drawing spectators which only served to heighten Hermione’s discomfort and she visibly shrunk in on herself, her shoulders dropping.
“I’m sorry ma’am, it was completely irresponsible of me,” she murmured, full of contrition and embarrassment, averting her eyes as she couldn’t bear to see the disappointment reflected in a beloved Professor’s eyes.
McGonagall continued brusquely, “To ensure that it never happens again you will serve a month’s worth of detentions; and I will be speaking to your Head of House about your inexcusable behavior. And I would expect a very long chat aimed at correcting this behavior. Is that understood?”
“Yes Professor,” Hermione replied meekly.
“I would suggest everyone head inside and prepare for supper,” Professor McGonagall directed in such a manner that even the imbecile Pettigrew understood it for the command it was and all the congregating students hurriedly made their exists. Hermione stalled waiting for Severus to catch her up; stowing her wand away so as she wouldn’t be tempted to hex the incorrigible troublemakers walking in front of her, she crossed her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes at their retreating backs. As soon as Severus was beside her she began angrily stomping in the direction of the castle doors holding her silence so as not to misdirect her anger at the only person in her vicinity.
“I’m sorry I got you into trouble Hermione,” Severus apologized in rush of anxiety, nervously glancing at the irate girl.
Hermione waved her right hand in a negligible manner to indicate her lack of ire with him specifically.
“It certainly wasn’t your fault. I can’t believe I didn’t have the foresight to watch for teachers, you’d think me a Gryffindor,” she scathingly joked. “I’m really sorry that I got you detention though,” she muttered dejectedly.
“I would have ended up with detention one way or another,” he groused good-naturedly.
With an annoyed huff of breath Hermione blew a particularly unruly curl out of her eyes before withdrawing her wand and conjuring a pin out of thin hair to secure the wayward curl in place.
“I’m starved; let’s go eat, yeah?” she asked changing the subject.
Severus shrugged his shoulders indicating that he didn’t care either way.
Settling themselves at their usual places Hermione waited until Lucius arrived before beginning, as her anger had completely distracted her from her earlier embarrassment.
“Whatever is the matt…?” Lucius began to ask, as the anger radiating off of the girl was palatable.
“That pretentious Gryffindor pillock got me a month’s worth of detentions,” she cut across him in her need to dispel her annoyance.
“You’ll need to be a bit more specific dear; I regard all Gryffindors as pillocks," Lucius stated mildly.
“Black,” Severus supplied forcefully, with almost as much spite as he displayed as an adult.
“How did he manage a month’s worth of detentions?” Lucius, generally intrigued, queried with raised eyebrow.
“McGonagall,” Hermione answered before launching into a rant fuelled by her sense of injustice. “I just want to smack that arrogant look off his face! But I suppose hitting children is frowned upon,” Hermione muttered irritably because she knew perfectly well hitting children was unacceptable.
Severus winced at the notion.
“Yes, it is. Unless you’re a professor,” Lucius agreed amiably, thinking the information of no consequence.
“You can’t honestly tell me that professors are allowed to use corporal punishment for misbehavior,” Hermione expressed her shock and disapproval.
Lucius and Severus looked at Hermione with various degrees of incredulity, for very different reasons.
“Of course they are. Didn’t they use corporal punishment at your old school?” he questioned with mounting disbelief.
“No, of course they didn’t; the idea alone is preposterous!” she replied heatedly.
“Hermione,” Severus attempted to garner her attention in order to relay the information she seemed to not have grasped.
“I’m surprised with the amount of detentions you received that you didn’t also earn yourself a talk with Professor Slughorn,” Lucius punctuated the word talk with a knowing look that inferred what really occurred during those “discussions”.
And as soon the words were out of his mouth Hermione blanched as she realized the awful truth; she was in for some form of corporal punishment whether she agreed with it or not.
October 11, 1971: Afternoon & Evening
At Hermione’s admission, Professor McGonagall’s lips pursed into the coldest expression ever directed at a student and her eyes narrowed noticeably. But it was her voice that told Hermione exactly how furious she was, as her Scottish burr was incredibly pronounced as she chastised the seemingly new schoolgirl; “Your behavior was idiotic in the extreme! Have you any idea how incredibly dangerous it is to incite a duel between two magically inexperienced children! One or both of them could have been killed!!”
Her shrill voice was drawing spectators which only served to heighten Hermione’s discomfort and she visibly shrunk in on herself, her shoulders dropping.
“I’m sorry ma’am, it was completely irresponsible of me,” she murmured, full of contrition and embarrassment, averting her eyes as she couldn’t bear to see the disappointment reflected in a beloved Professor’s eyes.
McGonagall continued brusquely, “To ensure that it never happens again you will serve a month’s worth of detentions; and I will be speaking to your Head of House about your inexcusable behavior. And I would expect a very long chat aimed at correcting this behavior. Is that understood?”
“Yes Professor,” Hermione replied meekly.
“I would suggest everyone head inside and prepare for supper,” Professor McGonagall directed in such a manner that even the imbecile Pettigrew understood it for the command it was and all the congregating students hurriedly made their exists. Hermione stalled waiting for Severus to catch her up; stowing her wand away so as she wouldn’t be tempted to hex the incorrigible troublemakers walking in front of her, she crossed her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes at their retreating backs. As soon as Severus was beside her she began angrily stomping in the direction of the castle doors holding her silence so as not to misdirect her anger at the only person in her vicinity.
“I’m sorry I got you into trouble Hermione,” Severus apologized in rush of anxiety, nervously glancing at the irate girl.
Hermione waved her right hand in a negligible manner to indicate her lack of ire with him specifically.
“It certainly wasn’t your fault. I can’t believe I didn’t have the foresight to watch for teachers, you’d think me a Gryffindor,” she scathingly joked. “I’m really sorry that I got you detention though,” she muttered dejectedly.
“I would have ended up with detention one way or another,” he groused good-naturedly.
With an annoyed huff of breath Hermione blew a particularly unruly curl out of her eyes before withdrawing her wand and conjuring a pin out of thin hair to secure the wayward curl in place.
“I’m starved; let’s go eat, yeah?” she asked changing the subject.
Severus shrugged his shoulders indicating that he didn’t care either way.
Settling themselves at their usual places Hermione waited until Lucius arrived before beginning, as her anger had completely distracted her from her earlier embarrassment.
“Whatever is the matt…?” Lucius began to ask, as the anger radiating off of the girl was palatable.
“That pretentious Gryffindor pillock got me a month’s worth of detentions,” she cut across him in her need to dispel her annoyance.
“You’ll need to be a bit more specific dear; I regard all Gryffindors as pillocks," Lucius stated mildly.
“Black,” Severus supplied forcefully, with almost as much spite as he displayed as an adult.
“How did he manage a month’s worth of detentions?” Lucius, generally intrigued, queried with raised eyebrow.
“McGonagall,” Hermione answered before launching into a rant fuelled by her sense of injustice. “I just want to smack that arrogant look off his face! But I suppose hitting children is frowned upon,” Hermione muttered irritably because she knew perfectly well hitting children was unacceptable.
Severus winced at the notion.
“Yes, it is. Unless you’re a professor,” Lucius agreed amiably, thinking the information of no consequence.
“You can’t honestly tell me that professors are allowed to use corporal punishment for misbehavior,” Hermione expressed her shock and disapproval.
Lucius and Severus looked at Hermione with various degrees of incredulity, for very different reasons.
“Of course they are. Didn’t they use corporal punishment at your old school?” he questioned with mounting disbelief.
“No, of course they didn’t; the idea alone is preposterous!” she replied heatedly.
“Hermione,” Severus attempted to garner her attention in order to relay the information she seemed to not have grasped.
“I’m surprised with the amount of detentions you received that you didn’t also earn yourself a talk with Professor Slughorn,” Lucius punctuated the word talk with a knowing look that inferred what really occurred during those “discussions”.
And as soon the words were out of his mouth Hermione blanched as she realized the awful truth; she was in for some form of corporal punishment whether she agreed with it or not.