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Chapter Twenty-three
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Chapter Twenty-three
It was a nearly silent noise that woke Hermione out of a sound sleep. Her eyes opened, looking around the room, but found no one there. Her hand went to Lucius’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly. He woke, pulling her closer to himself.
“What is it?” he asked wearily.
“I heard something,” she whispered.
“The room is warded, love. Go back to sleep.”
“Against house elves?” she asked him, as she saw a tiny form trembling in the corner of the room.
He went still, looking over to where the little creature was.
Hermione got up and went over, but stopped short so she wasn't cornering it completely. “Hello, my name is Hermione. I’m not going to hurt you.” The little elf stepped forward and was shocked to see it was Violet. She was hurt. “Oh Violet! What happened?” She rushed over and scooped up the house elf. “Lucius, please help her!”
“I came here to help serve the miss and master. I was bringing breakfast I was. The baby needs to eat. The wolfie-man attacked me on my way to the kitchens!” The little elf turned her big purple eyes on Hermione. “You would have been so proud, miss.”
“I’m always proud of you, Violet,” she whispered, looking over to Lucius. “Can you heal her, please?”
“Put her on the bed,” he murmured, watching as his woman set the tiny creature down with care.
Once she had set the elf down, Hermione took note of the hair that was clinging to her. Pulling it away from her body, she looked at it. It was blond, but it wasn’t Lucius’s. It was too dark to be his.
“What is it?” Lucius asked, going over to her. “Did I shed on you?”
“No, love, you would never be as rude as that,” she murmured. “This hair must have been on Violet.” She looked over to her sleeping. “How is she?”
“She’ll be fine, but we must get her over to the house so the other elves may help her heal completely.”
“We can’t leave until we tell Severus to allow the house elves to protect themselves as well as the students,” she told him. “I think they can do more at the moment than we can as far as protection.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because no one is supposed to see the elves at work,” she told him. “Have you ever seen them? They blend, and yet here Violet is healing from an attack that should never have happened.” Understanding had him nodding slowly. “Once they are given permission, the students as well as the elves themselves will be safer.”
“Why attack the house elves at all?” he wondered.
Sighing she muttered, “Add that question to the growing list, would you please? Just thinking about it at the moment is overwhelming me.”
***
Exhausted Hermione ended up taking a nap wearing one of Lucius’s shirts. It was the blond wizard that ended up asking Luna to take over some of the load of researching Hermione’s powers.
“I believe you’ll have more perspective than she,” he explained.
“I’ll be more than glad to help,” she murmured, her singsong voice carrying concern. “How is Hermione?”
“Doing well. I’ve gotten a hold of a mediwitch that was recommended to me who specializes on pregnancy and births,” he told her. “She’ll be here tomorrow morning.”
“That’s good,” she murmured. “You might attempt to get her to eat many small meals during the day rather than what she has been doing. That way her sugar levels in her blood remains consistent throughout the day.”
“Excellent idea,” he replied. “But how…”
“Provide pregnancy books,” she told him. “And never order her to do it. That would be a sure way of her not doing it. But if she get’s the idea supposedly on her own, Hermione will be more open to changing her dietary habits I’m sure.”
“How do you know so much about this kind of thing?” he inquired.
She thought it over. “Gnargles and Gryffindors have a lot in common, including a very stubborn nature.”
“You haven’t a clue, have you?”
“None, but the gnargle story is mine and I’m sticking to it.”
***
Hermione drifted over to Lucius’s office door. Leaning against the doorframe she watched as a high society witch was all but throwing herself at Lucius. Pulling away from the doorframe, she stood up straighter and strolled into the office. Lucius stood up, going over to her, and caressed her cheek with his knuckles. Closing her eyes, she leaned into his touch.
The woman made what could only be called a strangled noise of disgust. Lucius smiled as he leaned down, kissing Hermione’s smirking mouth.
“Naughty witch,” he growled, looking down to her nude body.
“I know, but who’s naughty witch am I?” she inquired.
“Mine,” he breathed.
Hermione nodded. “Now be a dear and introduce me to the woman glaring daggers at me, please?”
“My sweet, this is Mrs. Eugenia Crabbe, Vincent Crabbe Sr.’s widow and the mother of the late Vincent Crabbe Jr.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his hand possessively on her hip. “And this, Mrs. Crabbe, is my witch, Hermione Granger, my future wife and mother of my children.”
The older witch’s mouth puckered up as if she had eaten a sour lemon. Scrunching her nose and taking an arrogant air, she said, “Isn’t she that mud blood friend of Potter’s?”
“No, I’m that muggle born friend of Harry Potter,” she corrected, running her hand over Lucius’s hard stomach. “Lucius, I’m hungry.”
The other woman snorted. “As if you couldn’t go over to the house elves and eat on your own.”
“I didn’t say it was for food, did I?” she asked her, waving at her own naked body. “I wasn’t exactly expecting him to be in the middle of a meeting, as it wasn’t on his calendar. So what exactly are you doing here? It isn’t like you would have business together, would you?”
Mrs. Crabbe bristled. “If you must know…”
“Oh I must.”
“I came over to invite Lucius over to a dinner party I am throwing,” she said coldly. “One of which you are not invited.”
“Really?” She looked up into Lucius’s laughing eyes. “Are you going?”
“Heaven’s no,” he answered blithely.
“But-but she’s nothing more than-than a mud blood whore!” the older witch screeched.
He leaned down and whispered, “Go back to the room. I need to set this witch straight.”
“Of course, lover,” she murmured, kissing his jaw and walking back to the room.
Lucius went over to Eugenia and grabbed her arm by her triceps. “You are a stupid witch. First you come in here throwing yourself at me and inviting me to a gathering in the hopes of revenge against Harry Potter and the others. Then you have the nerve to insult my woman.” When she opened her mouth to speak, he let out a growl that had her shrinking away from him as best as she could. “There shall be no plans of revenge and there will not be a gathering to do such. It’s over.”
“My son and husband are dead!” she cried.
“Your son killed himself because he couldn’t control a spell and your husband was stupid enough to piss off the dark lord. So you tell me, how is it Harry Potter’s fault that your marriage contract was with a fool and your spawn was an idiot?”
“If it wasn’t for Harry Potter and his ilk…”
“We would be under the dark lord’s thumb or dead by now,” he muttered, letting go of her arm. “Enough is enough, Eugenia. It’s over. Let it go.”
“You are a blood traitor!” she screamed at him.
“No, I am a realist,” he said coolly. “Goodbye, Eugenia.” She began to leave, but was brought up short when he called after her, “And I would expect a visit from several aurors in the near future.” She stopped and spun around to look at him in shock. “As a condition of my probation listening devices were placed here by the Ministry of Magic. At first I was apposed to it. But seeing you here speaking as you are, I know it was for the best now. Don’t you?”
She let out a shriek and ran from the house.
Smiling smugly to himself, he murmured, “That was child’s play.”
***
It's time for the review sing-a-long! First and foremost, I would like to apologize! I made a mistake in yesterday's song! Thank you to Kimbclar for spotting it and still knowing what song it was. The song was "Until the End of the World" by U2. ladysnape and Kimbclar got it right and will be getting cookies!
Time for the next review sing-a-long song! "Will I review? Hey-e-e-e!" Okay since I'm in a good mood, you get a hint. Big in the 1980's this group let love tear them apart under a different name. Yes, that was a big hint there people. Enjoy it! Once again cookies go out to those who guess the name of the song and the group. How do snicker-doodles sound? Great! Have a truly awesome day!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
***
Chapter Twenty-three
It was a nearly silent noise that woke Hermione out of a sound sleep. Her eyes opened, looking around the room, but found no one there. Her hand went to Lucius’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly. He woke, pulling her closer to himself.
“What is it?” he asked wearily.
“I heard something,” she whispered.
“The room is warded, love. Go back to sleep.”
“Against house elves?” she asked him, as she saw a tiny form trembling in the corner of the room.
He went still, looking over to where the little creature was.
Hermione got up and went over, but stopped short so she wasn't cornering it completely. “Hello, my name is Hermione. I’m not going to hurt you.” The little elf stepped forward and was shocked to see it was Violet. She was hurt. “Oh Violet! What happened?” She rushed over and scooped up the house elf. “Lucius, please help her!”
“I came here to help serve the miss and master. I was bringing breakfast I was. The baby needs to eat. The wolfie-man attacked me on my way to the kitchens!” The little elf turned her big purple eyes on Hermione. “You would have been so proud, miss.”
“I’m always proud of you, Violet,” she whispered, looking over to Lucius. “Can you heal her, please?”
“Put her on the bed,” he murmured, watching as his woman set the tiny creature down with care.
Once she had set the elf down, Hermione took note of the hair that was clinging to her. Pulling it away from her body, she looked at it. It was blond, but it wasn’t Lucius’s. It was too dark to be his.
“What is it?” Lucius asked, going over to her. “Did I shed on you?”
“No, love, you would never be as rude as that,” she murmured. “This hair must have been on Violet.” She looked over to her sleeping. “How is she?”
“She’ll be fine, but we must get her over to the house so the other elves may help her heal completely.”
“We can’t leave until we tell Severus to allow the house elves to protect themselves as well as the students,” she told him. “I think they can do more at the moment than we can as far as protection.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because no one is supposed to see the elves at work,” she told him. “Have you ever seen them? They blend, and yet here Violet is healing from an attack that should never have happened.” Understanding had him nodding slowly. “Once they are given permission, the students as well as the elves themselves will be safer.”
“Why attack the house elves at all?” he wondered.
Sighing she muttered, “Add that question to the growing list, would you please? Just thinking about it at the moment is overwhelming me.”
***
Exhausted Hermione ended up taking a nap wearing one of Lucius’s shirts. It was the blond wizard that ended up asking Luna to take over some of the load of researching Hermione’s powers.
“I believe you’ll have more perspective than she,” he explained.
“I’ll be more than glad to help,” she murmured, her singsong voice carrying concern. “How is Hermione?”
“Doing well. I’ve gotten a hold of a mediwitch that was recommended to me who specializes on pregnancy and births,” he told her. “She’ll be here tomorrow morning.”
“That’s good,” she murmured. “You might attempt to get her to eat many small meals during the day rather than what she has been doing. That way her sugar levels in her blood remains consistent throughout the day.”
“Excellent idea,” he replied. “But how…”
“Provide pregnancy books,” she told him. “And never order her to do it. That would be a sure way of her not doing it. But if she get’s the idea supposedly on her own, Hermione will be more open to changing her dietary habits I’m sure.”
“How do you know so much about this kind of thing?” he inquired.
She thought it over. “Gnargles and Gryffindors have a lot in common, including a very stubborn nature.”
“You haven’t a clue, have you?”
“None, but the gnargle story is mine and I’m sticking to it.”
***
Hermione drifted over to Lucius’s office door. Leaning against the doorframe she watched as a high society witch was all but throwing herself at Lucius. Pulling away from the doorframe, she stood up straighter and strolled into the office. Lucius stood up, going over to her, and caressed her cheek with his knuckles. Closing her eyes, she leaned into his touch.
The woman made what could only be called a strangled noise of disgust. Lucius smiled as he leaned down, kissing Hermione’s smirking mouth.
“Naughty witch,” he growled, looking down to her nude body.
“I know, but who’s naughty witch am I?” she inquired.
“Mine,” he breathed.
Hermione nodded. “Now be a dear and introduce me to the woman glaring daggers at me, please?”
“My sweet, this is Mrs. Eugenia Crabbe, Vincent Crabbe Sr.’s widow and the mother of the late Vincent Crabbe Jr.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his hand possessively on her hip. “And this, Mrs. Crabbe, is my witch, Hermione Granger, my future wife and mother of my children.”
The older witch’s mouth puckered up as if she had eaten a sour lemon. Scrunching her nose and taking an arrogant air, she said, “Isn’t she that mud blood friend of Potter’s?”
“No, I’m that muggle born friend of Harry Potter,” she corrected, running her hand over Lucius’s hard stomach. “Lucius, I’m hungry.”
The other woman snorted. “As if you couldn’t go over to the house elves and eat on your own.”
“I didn’t say it was for food, did I?” she asked her, waving at her own naked body. “I wasn’t exactly expecting him to be in the middle of a meeting, as it wasn’t on his calendar. So what exactly are you doing here? It isn’t like you would have business together, would you?”
Mrs. Crabbe bristled. “If you must know…”
“Oh I must.”
“I came over to invite Lucius over to a dinner party I am throwing,” she said coldly. “One of which you are not invited.”
“Really?” She looked up into Lucius’s laughing eyes. “Are you going?”
“Heaven’s no,” he answered blithely.
“But-but she’s nothing more than-than a mud blood whore!” the older witch screeched.
He leaned down and whispered, “Go back to the room. I need to set this witch straight.”
“Of course, lover,” she murmured, kissing his jaw and walking back to the room.
Lucius went over to Eugenia and grabbed her arm by her triceps. “You are a stupid witch. First you come in here throwing yourself at me and inviting me to a gathering in the hopes of revenge against Harry Potter and the others. Then you have the nerve to insult my woman.” When she opened her mouth to speak, he let out a growl that had her shrinking away from him as best as she could. “There shall be no plans of revenge and there will not be a gathering to do such. It’s over.”
“My son and husband are dead!” she cried.
“Your son killed himself because he couldn’t control a spell and your husband was stupid enough to piss off the dark lord. So you tell me, how is it Harry Potter’s fault that your marriage contract was with a fool and your spawn was an idiot?”
“If it wasn’t for Harry Potter and his ilk…”
“We would be under the dark lord’s thumb or dead by now,” he muttered, letting go of her arm. “Enough is enough, Eugenia. It’s over. Let it go.”
“You are a blood traitor!” she screamed at him.
“No, I am a realist,” he said coolly. “Goodbye, Eugenia.” She began to leave, but was brought up short when he called after her, “And I would expect a visit from several aurors in the near future.” She stopped and spun around to look at him in shock. “As a condition of my probation listening devices were placed here by the Ministry of Magic. At first I was apposed to it. But seeing you here speaking as you are, I know it was for the best now. Don’t you?”
She let out a shriek and ran from the house.
Smiling smugly to himself, he murmured, “That was child’s play.”
***
It's time for the review sing-a-long! First and foremost, I would like to apologize! I made a mistake in yesterday's song! Thank you to Kimbclar for spotting it and still knowing what song it was. The song was "Until the End of the World" by U2. ladysnape and Kimbclar got it right and will be getting cookies!
Time for the next review sing-a-long song! "Will I review? Hey-e-e-e!" Okay since I'm in a good mood, you get a hint. Big in the 1980's this group let love tear them apart under a different name. Yes, that was a big hint there people. Enjoy it! Once again cookies go out to those who guess the name of the song and the group. How do snicker-doodles sound? Great! Have a truly awesome day!