The Blowers Daughter

Malfoy Manor

Hermione lay on the floor, close to unconsciousness, in Lucius’s dusty library. She didn’t know how long she had been lying there, but she faintly remembered Lucius lifting her up and depositing her in there. He was sat in front of the fireplace, which was without a fire, with a glass of scotch in her hands.

“Miss. Granger, I would have thought you would like this room,” Lucius said coldly, his eyes focusing on the fire. Hermione’s eyes fluttered and she looked around. The room was large, and books lined every wall from floor to ceiling. The books were faded with age, and as with the other rooms, all surfaces were covered in a thick layer of dust. She looked up to the ceiling and could see an old but magnificent chandelier that Lucius had lit. However, some candles were missing, and the erratic light cast strange and eerie shadows around the room.

“I loved this room,” he said softly, more to himself than to her, “to be surrounded by literature. See, you and I are similar in that one way.” Hermione sneered at his words and rolled to face him, her body aching. He turned slightly in his chair.

“We have nothing in common,” she hissed. Lucius shrugged at her words, “why are we here? Why are you not torturing me?” Lucius smirked a little.

“Would you rather I was?” he asked. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him but did not respond, “we are waiting. Lupin and Snape shall arrive soon, then we shall start again, have no fear.” He stood up and approached her, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her into his arms. She groaned in pain and tried to push him away, but failed miserably.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, trying to fight him. Lucius smirked and dropped her into a large, wooden chair. The hardness of the chair hurt her bruised back and legs, and she cried out a little. Lucius knelt in front of her and began to tie her wrists to the arms of the chair, before cupping her face in his hands.

“You look a mess,” he said coldly, before running his thumb over her bottom lip to wipe away her blood. She moved her head away, making Lucius smirk coldly, “don’t you want to look beautiful for your saviours?” He ran his head through her knotted hair before conjuring a bowl of water and a sponge. He ran the sponge over her face to remove the grime and blood before washing the curve of her breast. Her white shirt, which he had torn whilst raping her, revealed enough skin for him to wash.

“Why are you doing this?” she said coldly.

“We must keep you clean,” he said coldly. Hermione looked at him as he spoke. His eyes seemed to be cold and vacant. He clearly was not the man he once was.

“Mister Malfoy,” she said, her voice trembling. Lucius sneered at her, but his eyes retained their vacancy. An idea seized her, “Your wife and son, I am so very sorry, they did not deserve to pay for your crimes.” Lucius looked at her momentarily, but instead of getting through to his heart, as she had hoped she might, his eyes hardened and he hit her with the back of his hand.

“Do not try and manipulate me Miss. Granger,” he hissed coldly. Hermione looked away and nodded, but was distracted by a burst of green light in the fireplace. She looked up to see Snape in the fireplace with Lupin, who was lying in the fireplace at his feet.

“Severus!” She called desperately, pulling at her arms. Lucius stood up calmly and moved to stand behind Hermione, his hands on her shoulders.

“Lucius, you wanted to talk,” Snape said calmly, stepping out of the fireplace and pulling his wand free, “so let’s talk.” Lucius smirked and squeezed Hermione’s shoulders.

“I see you have been speaking to Lupin,” he smirked, looking down at the bloody mess, “I think you should both sit down.” He indicated to the chairs that were in front of the fire, “whilst I remind you of why you are both here.” Snape sat down in the chair, his wand still levelled at Lucius. Lupin stumbled to his feet and fell into the second chair, his eyes fixed on the floor.

“Hermione, are you alright?” Lupin whispered, his eyes moving to meet hers. She sighed and shook her head, her eyes communicating the full extent of her torture. Lupin sighed sadly and rested his head against the chair, unable to look at her again.

“Do not worry about Miss. Granger, we have had plenty of fun, haven’t we?” he hissed, his hand slipping from her shoulder to cup her breast, “answer me Miss. Granger.” She shivered and nodded, her eyes reddening with tears as he massaged her breast.

“I’m going to kill you Lucius,” Snape sneered coldly, but he was afraid to do anything in case he tried to hurt Hermione. Lucius smirked.

“So why bring you hear? I’m sure that Snape knows why. Your traitorous actions forced me into Azkaban, and I do not forgive and forget.” His eyes narrowed at the memories, “Then there was Hermione.” He squeezed her shoulders, “you must have known that I would gain revenge against you. You cast that spell on me whilst my back was turned. But you two expected this following my escape. Lupin is the curious one. Why have I involved Lupin in this merry tale? It is not what you think. I could not care for convenience. I have involved you, because I know the secret you have been so desperate to conceal from me.” He turned to face Lupin, his eyes narrow, his hands returning to Hermione’s throat, massaging it aggressively.

“I don’t know what you are talking about Lucius,” Lupin replied nervously

“I think you do!” Lucius replied, his voice sounding almost insane, “my son died in a raid organised by you. But worse than that, I know that you falsified evidence to ensure he was arrested for murdering that fool Longbottom. And the crowning glory to this, I know that it was you that cast the unforgivable on him, but not before casting Crucio on him whilst the other aurors searched my house. You see, I read the autopsy report.” Lucius eyes were cold, but nothing could equal the shock in Hermione’s eyes.

“You didn’t Lupin, please tell me you didn’t do anything illegal!” she whispered, her voice rich with shock, “Why?!” Lupin shook his head.

“Draco was a monster, he needed to be removed. The ministry requested that I organise the raid and ensure that his threat removed.” Lupin spoke casually, as though his actions were reasonable, “

“And there we have it, a perfectly prepared plan with three perfect victims.” He looked at the three of them before reaching for his cane, which was resting on the floor beside him. He pulled his wand free and levelled it at Hermione’s throat.

“What are you going to do Lucius?” Snape asked warily. Lucius sneered.

“Oh, you’ll find out.”

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