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Breakin\' Up A Heart Of Stone
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,444
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter that is J.K. Rowling's honor. Making no money, just enjoying writing.
Make Me Believe
Running in circles
Confusion is calling my name
Hiding inside of this poisoning madness again
I'm tired, I'm broken
I'm walking along with the dead
Will I ever feel like I once did?
It would only be for a little while she told herself. She’d be back long before Rose even bothered to get up. The wedding wasn’t until the evening. She had plenty of time. It wasn’t wrong to wish he was here on this day of all days. She’d just slip out for a while and be back before anyone noticed or even woke. It would be fine.
Then why was she feeling so guilty? A small voice in the back of her head whispered. A voice that sounded very like herself many years ago. She squashed it down ruthlessly and kept moving toward the heavy oak door. She had her hand on the knob when someone spoke behind her.
“Don’t you dare do this today, Hermione.”
She jumped and turned to look at Lucius. He looked positively livid.
“Do what, Lucius?” she asked, trying to avoid looking guilty or nervous. She had nothing to be guilty about. Not really.
“Sneaking off to wallow in selfish misery while your daughter worries herself sick about you. On her wedding day,” Lucius hissed through clenched teeth.
Hermione glared at him. “I am hardly a child to be ordered around by you, Lucius Malfoy.”
“Then cease behaving like one. Draco was a selfish brat but you, by far, out pace him with your behavior.”
“Selfish?! How dare you call me a selfish brat. You overgrown petulant child,” she snapped at him.
Strangely enough, this caused him to smile. Not the tight, twisted grimace he usually wore or the mocking sneer she was used to on him. But a genuine smile.
“There you are. I was wondering where you’d gone.”
“What are you babbling about? Have you suddenly gone senile, Lucius?”
“Hardly,” he snorted. “I’d simply been wondering where the little spitfire who stood up not only to me but to the dark lord had gone.”
Lucius caught her hand as it swung out to slap him. “I will not permit you to go there today, Hermione. Not even if I must secure you to some heavy object,” he said, starting to tow her along behind him with her trying to dig in her heels on the smooth marble floor.
“Let me go this instant, Lucius Malfoy!” she snarled, trying to jerk her wrist out of his grip.
“I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request, dear Hermione,” Lucius said, continuing to pull her. She continued to struggle until he’d finally had enough of it. “Must I pick you up and carry you back to where you belong?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she growled at him.
He whipped around to look at her and in that instant Hermione recalled vividly why this man had once been one of Voldemort’s officers. Something in his eyes spoke of very real threat and before she could consciously process it she found herself lifted and tossed haphazardly over a broad shoulder. Hermione kicked, beat on his back and screamed to no avail. Lucius started up the stairs and ignored the amazed stares of Scorpius, Rose and Draco as he passed them on the landing.
“Scorpius, call St. Mungoes, your grandfather has lost his mind,” Draco said dryly.
“Scorpius, Draco, do something!” Rose said.
“What, my love, would you have me do?” Scorpius asked his soon to be bride.
Rose stared at him for a full minute before she burst out laughing. Everyone could still hear Hermione screaming down the hall.
“Now that woman is the Granger I remember,” Draco said. “When she gets hold of a wand she’ll probably hex one of his balls to Tangier and the other to the North Pole.”
Rose and Scorpius leaned on each other, laughing until their sides hurt and tears were streaming down both of their faces.
“That was a very creative image, Dad. At least that got her out of her funk for a few minutes,” Scorpius pointed out.
“Sweet gods, let’s hope it’s permanent,” Rose said. Both men nodded in agreement.
***Mad Ramblings aka Author’s Notes***
Sorry if the levity is somewhat out of place. I can only do depressing and sad for so long until my natural instincts to make people laugh come out.
The song used in this chapter is Make Me Believe by Godsmack.
Confusion is calling my name
Hiding inside of this poisoning madness again
I'm tired, I'm broken
I'm walking along with the dead
Will I ever feel like I once did?
It would only be for a little while she told herself. She’d be back long before Rose even bothered to get up. The wedding wasn’t until the evening. She had plenty of time. It wasn’t wrong to wish he was here on this day of all days. She’d just slip out for a while and be back before anyone noticed or even woke. It would be fine.
Then why was she feeling so guilty? A small voice in the back of her head whispered. A voice that sounded very like herself many years ago. She squashed it down ruthlessly and kept moving toward the heavy oak door. She had her hand on the knob when someone spoke behind her.
“Don’t you dare do this today, Hermione.”
She jumped and turned to look at Lucius. He looked positively livid.
“Do what, Lucius?” she asked, trying to avoid looking guilty or nervous. She had nothing to be guilty about. Not really.
“Sneaking off to wallow in selfish misery while your daughter worries herself sick about you. On her wedding day,” Lucius hissed through clenched teeth.
Hermione glared at him. “I am hardly a child to be ordered around by you, Lucius Malfoy.”
“Then cease behaving like one. Draco was a selfish brat but you, by far, out pace him with your behavior.”
“Selfish?! How dare you call me a selfish brat. You overgrown petulant child,” she snapped at him.
Strangely enough, this caused him to smile. Not the tight, twisted grimace he usually wore or the mocking sneer she was used to on him. But a genuine smile.
“There you are. I was wondering where you’d gone.”
“What are you babbling about? Have you suddenly gone senile, Lucius?”
“Hardly,” he snorted. “I’d simply been wondering where the little spitfire who stood up not only to me but to the dark lord had gone.”
Lucius caught her hand as it swung out to slap him. “I will not permit you to go there today, Hermione. Not even if I must secure you to some heavy object,” he said, starting to tow her along behind him with her trying to dig in her heels on the smooth marble floor.
“Let me go this instant, Lucius Malfoy!” she snarled, trying to jerk her wrist out of his grip.
“I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request, dear Hermione,” Lucius said, continuing to pull her. She continued to struggle until he’d finally had enough of it. “Must I pick you up and carry you back to where you belong?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she growled at him.
He whipped around to look at her and in that instant Hermione recalled vividly why this man had once been one of Voldemort’s officers. Something in his eyes spoke of very real threat and before she could consciously process it she found herself lifted and tossed haphazardly over a broad shoulder. Hermione kicked, beat on his back and screamed to no avail. Lucius started up the stairs and ignored the amazed stares of Scorpius, Rose and Draco as he passed them on the landing.
“Scorpius, call St. Mungoes, your grandfather has lost his mind,” Draco said dryly.
“Scorpius, Draco, do something!” Rose said.
“What, my love, would you have me do?” Scorpius asked his soon to be bride.
Rose stared at him for a full minute before she burst out laughing. Everyone could still hear Hermione screaming down the hall.
“Now that woman is the Granger I remember,” Draco said. “When she gets hold of a wand she’ll probably hex one of his balls to Tangier and the other to the North Pole.”
Rose and Scorpius leaned on each other, laughing until their sides hurt and tears were streaming down both of their faces.
“That was a very creative image, Dad. At least that got her out of her funk for a few minutes,” Scorpius pointed out.
“Sweet gods, let’s hope it’s permanent,” Rose said. Both men nodded in agreement.
***Mad Ramblings aka Author’s Notes***
Sorry if the levity is somewhat out of place. I can only do depressing and sad for so long until my natural instincts to make people laugh come out.
The song used in this chapter is Make Me Believe by Godsmack.