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Chapter XVIII
I know I said I would never do this, but I feel like doing something nice. And I like to be contrary to what you believe! I know...it's shocking...me nice...well anywho...Here be the next chapter...I will address all of you lovelies who review then for either chapter.(To be honest it is more in the spirit of trickiness!) *wink*
IN the spirit of the great month of HALLOWEEN! I LOVE HALLOWEEN! I would ask that you review both chapters, though I do not dare to hope that many of you will do so.
Without further pontificating on my part, here is Chapter XVIII!
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Hermione ran as quickly as she could for the potions room. Lucius would need her help with this stage of brewing.
Hermione smiled at Lucius when she walked into the room. He had his blonde hair pulled back and was leaning over the cauldron as he sprinkled pixie dust over the surface evenly.
“I’ll stir,” Hermione said, moving to him and taking the pewter rod.
“Thanks,” Lucius said, smiling at Hermione as he continued to sprinkle the sparkly powder over the surface.
They worked in silence.
“Hermione, what do you want to do when you graduate?” Lucius ventured as he set the powder back on the counter.
“I had thought about being a mediwitch or potions research. I would like to find a way to help werewolves more. Maybe find a cure.”
Lucius stared into the cauldron.
“What about other things?” he asked, thinking of his own mother. He doubted she had been allowed to work once she married into his family. It wasn’t as if there had been need of it.
“Like what?” Hermione asked as she lifted the stirring rod from the potion and placed it on the lab table.
“Well,” Lucius said, putting the ingredients away. “What about getting married or having children?”
Hermione’s eyes widened as she turned to look at him.
He was married to Narcissa. He had a son with her.
He is seventeen. He is not married at all. He has no child.
“Of course, I want to have children. One or two at least, and I have no intention of not being married to whomever the sire is,” Hermione said, shivering a bit and tightening her cloak.
She wanted to marry...Lucius was married! He had a stinking ferret of a son who thought his ferrety day wasn’t complete without calling her a mudblood! This was irrelevant inner monologue.
He was twenty-six years older than her. The fact that in the future she’d had a crush on Professor Lupin when he was twenty some years older than her was not the point. The fact that Professor Snape’s voice made her woozy and weak at the knees was hardly relevant. Lucius was much older than them in her time. Yeah, a grand total of six years at most, dummy! her brain snarled in reply, and he is still such a…something. She cut off her train of thought there. What she had with Lucius could only remain in the past. He knew it all in the future. He was a…something.
“Why do you ask?”
“No reason,” Lucius said, looking at the other students’ cauldrons and pondering messing them up.
“Don’t even think about it,” Hermione said.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Lucius said, trying to give her an innocent smile.
“After lunch, we should return to add the moon stone stirrer and spider legs,” Hermione said, swinging her bag up.
Lucius nodded.
“What did Dumbledore want with you?” Lucius asked. “I don’t believe the crock about your grades for a minute.”
“Nothing,” Hermione said not looking at him.
Lucius reached out and took her hand.
“You can tell me anything; you know that right?” Lucius asked, drawing her hand to his lips and kissing it.
“I know,” Hermione said as they walked into the great hall.
Lunch was quiet for both of them.
Lucius was contemplating what his grandmother meant when she said things weren’t always as they appeared. Many shocks were in store for him. What the hell did that mean? He had no shocks coming to him. Stupid old lady! Always trying to catch him off his guard!
Hermione was thinking about the fact that she was leaving Lucius and would be going to a time when he hated her at worst and ignored her at best. Was that even as true as she had thought? Would she appear in Myrtle’s bathroom? Would Luc-Mr. Malfoy be there waiting? What would he do to her?
“It’s time to go and check on the potion, Lucius,” Hermione said, placing her hand on his left arm gently.
He looked down at her and smiled.
“Let’s go,” he said, standing up.
Lucius led the way to the dungeon.
He pulled his hair back with a ribbon.
Hermione stared at him thinking of what she would be leaving and what she would be gaining. She would have her two best friends back. She would be in her time. She would lose peace. She would lose the one friend she had who had comparable intelligence to her and her love of literature and was sweet to her beyond what she could have ever hoped.
Harry and Ron were dear in her heart. But most of the time, she wondered if they realized that she did not have a penis. They treated her like one of the guys, well as long as she wasn’t dating one. Then they reacted as if they had the Merlin given right to boss her around and tell her whom she could and could not associate with.
Granted, Lucius might have tried the same with her if she had acted interested in another boy. But it would not have been out of stupid-little-boy-wants-the-toy-now-only-because-another-boy-has-it. Lucius had never made the pretense of not being interested in her for her body as much as her brain. Lucius made it clear that he liked the whole package. And he could deal with the whole package.
Hermione was idle as she stood watching Lucius brew.
“Hermione, can you stir for a moment while I get the spider legs?” Lucius asked, offering her the ladle with a smirk.
She’d been staring at him.
Lucius came back a moment later with a small stone jar in his hand.
“Lucius, why do you hate muggleborns?”
“I don’t hate muggleborns,” Lucius said, quickly gazing into her eyes with his own and not dropping them.
“Why did you call that girl a mudblood then?”
“I told you I was angry. My father used and uses the word liberally. I am rather trained to it, I suppose,” Lucius said. “Though I do not say that I necessarily like muggleborns. They come into our world not knowing our ways, our customs, or our societal rules. They take jobs from purebloods. Most do not even try to understand our customs or the reasons for some of the laws.”
“They get the same education.”
“Yes, that is not in dispute. But some of them insist on crusading for rights for vampires. Vampires are dangerous creatures. I am not saying that they should be hunted down and slaughtered. I think they have a right to their life or death or un-death. Whatever you like to call it. I just see that there is the need for the restrictions on them. And werewolves. I am not saying it is their fault that they got bitten. It’s horrible what happened. But the fact is that once a month, they become raving, evil animals with no control over their behavior. They are dangerous. They aren’t allowed in Hogwarts, and that is a good thing. All the students could be in danger. Yet, some of THEM have been known to picket line the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”
“Those creatures are—”
“Monsters,” Lucius said. “Like I said, I am not condoning them being put to death. But I do see the need for the restrictions on them. There is this one werewolf, Fenny Silverback...”
“Fenrir Greyback?” Hermione supplied.
“That’s it!” Lucius said, pointing at her. “But the name’s not what matters. Do you know what he does at the full moon? He stations himself near people who have caused him offense, and he bites them or tears them to pieces. He has convinced others to do the same! They are dangerous, and they’re creating more.”
“Why should they be banned from good jobs? The good ones, that is, with just those days designated as days when they don’t work? Why not lock the bad ones up in Azkaban?”
Lucius shuddered.
“Don’t say the name of that place. It gives me the heebie-jeebies. But some muggleborns have even advocated for the removal of dementors from the prison. How stupid would that be? On the island, they are contained. I am not saying that they are pleasant. But the muggleborns want to remove them. Just where would we put them to protect the good, law-abiding wizards and witches? What’s next for the prison? A gourmet chef? Comfortable padded beds? For the sake of Merlin and the Lady of the Lake, they are criminals! They ought to be punished, not sent to day spa! There is a reason that a much lower percentage of the wizard population is in jail than the percentage of the muggle population!” As Lucius continued on his rant, he pulled his sleeves up.
Hermione just stared at the mark on his arm.
“WHAT’S THAT?” she screamed when she found her voice.
Lucius looked at his arm and saw the evil black tattoo, the skull with the serpent emerging from its mouth.
“Hermione, it’s not what—” Lucius started.
“I HATE YOU!” she screamed. “THAT MARK IS EVIL! IT IS A SIGN OF HATRED AND BIGOTRY! VOLDEMORT WANTS TO KILL ALL MUGGLEBORNS! DON’T YOU GET WHAT I WAS TRYING TO TELL YOU THIS AFTERNOON? I’M A MUGGLEBORN! I HATE YOU!”
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Well now, how was that? Two updates within hours of each other. The next chapter is being processed in my mind! PLEASE REVIEW CHAPTER 17 AND 18! It would make me feel warm and fuzzy feelings.
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IN the spirit of the great month of HALLOWEEN! I LOVE HALLOWEEN! I would ask that you review both chapters, though I do not dare to hope that many of you will do so.
Without further pontificating on my part, here is Chapter XVIII!
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Hermione ran as quickly as she could for the potions room. Lucius would need her help with this stage of brewing.
Hermione smiled at Lucius when she walked into the room. He had his blonde hair pulled back and was leaning over the cauldron as he sprinkled pixie dust over the surface evenly.
“I’ll stir,” Hermione said, moving to him and taking the pewter rod.
“Thanks,” Lucius said, smiling at Hermione as he continued to sprinkle the sparkly powder over the surface.
They worked in silence.
“Hermione, what do you want to do when you graduate?” Lucius ventured as he set the powder back on the counter.
“I had thought about being a mediwitch or potions research. I would like to find a way to help werewolves more. Maybe find a cure.”
Lucius stared into the cauldron.
“What about other things?” he asked, thinking of his own mother. He doubted she had been allowed to work once she married into his family. It wasn’t as if there had been need of it.
“Like what?” Hermione asked as she lifted the stirring rod from the potion and placed it on the lab table.
“Well,” Lucius said, putting the ingredients away. “What about getting married or having children?”
Hermione’s eyes widened as she turned to look at him.
He was married to Narcissa. He had a son with her.
He is seventeen. He is not married at all. He has no child.
“Of course, I want to have children. One or two at least, and I have no intention of not being married to whomever the sire is,” Hermione said, shivering a bit and tightening her cloak.
She wanted to marry...Lucius was married! He had a stinking ferret of a son who thought his ferrety day wasn’t complete without calling her a mudblood! This was irrelevant inner monologue.
He was twenty-six years older than her. The fact that in the future she’d had a crush on Professor Lupin when he was twenty some years older than her was not the point. The fact that Professor Snape’s voice made her woozy and weak at the knees was hardly relevant. Lucius was much older than them in her time. Yeah, a grand total of six years at most, dummy! her brain snarled in reply, and he is still such a…something. She cut off her train of thought there. What she had with Lucius could only remain in the past. He knew it all in the future. He was a…something.
“Why do you ask?”
“No reason,” Lucius said, looking at the other students’ cauldrons and pondering messing them up.
“Don’t even think about it,” Hermione said.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Lucius said, trying to give her an innocent smile.
“After lunch, we should return to add the moon stone stirrer and spider legs,” Hermione said, swinging her bag up.
Lucius nodded.
“What did Dumbledore want with you?” Lucius asked. “I don’t believe the crock about your grades for a minute.”
“Nothing,” Hermione said not looking at him.
Lucius reached out and took her hand.
“You can tell me anything; you know that right?” Lucius asked, drawing her hand to his lips and kissing it.
“I know,” Hermione said as they walked into the great hall.
Lunch was quiet for both of them.
Lucius was contemplating what his grandmother meant when she said things weren’t always as they appeared. Many shocks were in store for him. What the hell did that mean? He had no shocks coming to him. Stupid old lady! Always trying to catch him off his guard!
Hermione was thinking about the fact that she was leaving Lucius and would be going to a time when he hated her at worst and ignored her at best. Was that even as true as she had thought? Would she appear in Myrtle’s bathroom? Would Luc-Mr. Malfoy be there waiting? What would he do to her?
“It’s time to go and check on the potion, Lucius,” Hermione said, placing her hand on his left arm gently.
He looked down at her and smiled.
“Let’s go,” he said, standing up.
Lucius led the way to the dungeon.
He pulled his hair back with a ribbon.
Hermione stared at him thinking of what she would be leaving and what she would be gaining. She would have her two best friends back. She would be in her time. She would lose peace. She would lose the one friend she had who had comparable intelligence to her and her love of literature and was sweet to her beyond what she could have ever hoped.
Harry and Ron were dear in her heart. But most of the time, she wondered if they realized that she did not have a penis. They treated her like one of the guys, well as long as she wasn’t dating one. Then they reacted as if they had the Merlin given right to boss her around and tell her whom she could and could not associate with.
Granted, Lucius might have tried the same with her if she had acted interested in another boy. But it would not have been out of stupid-little-boy-wants-the-toy-now-only-because-another-boy-has-it. Lucius had never made the pretense of not being interested in her for her body as much as her brain. Lucius made it clear that he liked the whole package. And he could deal with the whole package.
Hermione was idle as she stood watching Lucius brew.
“Hermione, can you stir for a moment while I get the spider legs?” Lucius asked, offering her the ladle with a smirk.
She’d been staring at him.
Lucius came back a moment later with a small stone jar in his hand.
“Lucius, why do you hate muggleborns?”
“I don’t hate muggleborns,” Lucius said, quickly gazing into her eyes with his own and not dropping them.
“Why did you call that girl a mudblood then?”
“I told you I was angry. My father used and uses the word liberally. I am rather trained to it, I suppose,” Lucius said. “Though I do not say that I necessarily like muggleborns. They come into our world not knowing our ways, our customs, or our societal rules. They take jobs from purebloods. Most do not even try to understand our customs or the reasons for some of the laws.”
“They get the same education.”
“Yes, that is not in dispute. But some of them insist on crusading for rights for vampires. Vampires are dangerous creatures. I am not saying that they should be hunted down and slaughtered. I think they have a right to their life or death or un-death. Whatever you like to call it. I just see that there is the need for the restrictions on them. And werewolves. I am not saying it is their fault that they got bitten. It’s horrible what happened. But the fact is that once a month, they become raving, evil animals with no control over their behavior. They are dangerous. They aren’t allowed in Hogwarts, and that is a good thing. All the students could be in danger. Yet, some of THEM have been known to picket line the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”
“Those creatures are—”
“Monsters,” Lucius said. “Like I said, I am not condoning them being put to death. But I do see the need for the restrictions on them. There is this one werewolf, Fenny Silverback...”
“Fenrir Greyback?” Hermione supplied.
“That’s it!” Lucius said, pointing at her. “But the name’s not what matters. Do you know what he does at the full moon? He stations himself near people who have caused him offense, and he bites them or tears them to pieces. He has convinced others to do the same! They are dangerous, and they’re creating more.”
“Why should they be banned from good jobs? The good ones, that is, with just those days designated as days when they don’t work? Why not lock the bad ones up in Azkaban?”
Lucius shuddered.
“Don’t say the name of that place. It gives me the heebie-jeebies. But some muggleborns have even advocated for the removal of dementors from the prison. How stupid would that be? On the island, they are contained. I am not saying that they are pleasant. But the muggleborns want to remove them. Just where would we put them to protect the good, law-abiding wizards and witches? What’s next for the prison? A gourmet chef? Comfortable padded beds? For the sake of Merlin and the Lady of the Lake, they are criminals! They ought to be punished, not sent to day spa! There is a reason that a much lower percentage of the wizard population is in jail than the percentage of the muggle population!” As Lucius continued on his rant, he pulled his sleeves up.
Hermione just stared at the mark on his arm.
“WHAT’S THAT?” she screamed when she found her voice.
Lucius looked at his arm and saw the evil black tattoo, the skull with the serpent emerging from its mouth.
“Hermione, it’s not what—” Lucius started.
“I HATE YOU!” she screamed. “THAT MARK IS EVIL! IT IS A SIGN OF HATRED AND BIGOTRY! VOLDEMORT WANTS TO KILL ALL MUGGLEBORNS! DON’T YOU GET WHAT I WAS TRYING TO TELL YOU THIS AFTERNOON? I’M A MUGGLEBORN! I HATE YOU!”
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Well now, how was that? Two updates within hours of each other. The next chapter is being processed in my mind! PLEASE REVIEW CHAPTER 17 AND 18! It would make me feel warm and fuzzy feelings.
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