Mrs.Malfoy

Author note: Well, I feel better now. And after you read this chapter, I think you will, too! That’s all. Enjoy!

Lucius’ eyes grew wide. Hermione chanced lifting her head when she heard his voice, the barb in her cheek still tightly lodged. She grimaced but she could see him clearly. There stood Draco Malfoy clearly about to kill his father.

If Draco cared that Hermione was naked and hanging on the wall, he made no notice. His only attentions were on the sick bastard in front of him. “Didn’t think you’d be seeing me anytime soon, did you? Well, let’s just say that you aren’t the only one who knows how to work a bit of polyjuice potion, DAD. Oh yes, didn’t you know? They found Theo lying against that birch tree. Not me. No, I hid and abided my time to when I could hunt you down and bless mercy on the world with your death. You don’t do death very well, father. I had hoped to find you rotted by now. You so disappoint me.”

“Draco,” Lucius began. Just then the doorway was shadowed by four wizards all out of breath from trying to keep up with the younger Malfoy down the steps. Lucius looked up to see Severus rushing towards Hermione. He quickly removed the barbs from her flesh, cast healing charms on the wounds, and summoned her robes onto her body. Severus carefully assisted her into a chair that he conjured. He then stood and turned to Lucius.

“Mr. Potter, Weasley, Lupin. It is best if you waited outside. This is a private matter between friends,” Severus said as he slowly lurched in front of Lucius.

The three others took heed to the warning in his voice, having come to know it so well, and did as he said shutting the door behind them.

Severus and Draco cast as many variations of the binding curse that they could think of without giving him the pleasure of numbness to any part of his body.

Draco was about to cast another spell, a dark spell, when Severus grabbed his wand. “No, I know he has wronged you, but not like he has wronged Hermione. She needs her revenge first. She will leave some for you.”

Draco nodded and acquiesced. He stood aside and looked at Hermione. “Here, Granger,” he said as he handed his father’s wand to her. “Enjoy.”

She shied away at first. But then Severus walked behind her and talked in her ear loud enough for Lucius and Draco to both hear. Severus spoke slowly, methodically.

“Look at him, my sweet. Look at the man that has hurt you. Stare into his eyes and see that he has no regrets. Make him regret, Hermione. Make him take notice that he chose the wrong woman to defile. Show him what you are. Show him who you are. Tell him who you are, Hermione. Give him your name.”

His voice was deep and melodic. It was hypnotic. Hermione straightened her head and looked Lucius right into the eyes. But she faltered. Here he was completely bound and defenseless while they should be looking for Rabastan.

“Rabastan,” she whimpered.

Severus took hold of her shoulders and kept her in place. “He is safe. Lucius would not place him in harm. Trust me now. Do it, Hermione.” He moved his head around to her other ear all the while keeping his eyes locked onto Lucius. “Tell him your given name.”

“Hermione Jane Wenlock Granger Malfoy.”

Draco dropped his wand.

Lucius dropped his jaw.

“Yes, Lucius. Your wife is purer than you. Her blood is thicker than yours. That is why she excelled against Draco all those years. That is why she put up with you. She knew her day would come to give you what you deserve, old friend. Today is that day.”

Lucius looked to Severus. “What do you mean? She can do nothing to me. She is nothing to me. Take her if you want her. But the child is mine and always will be!”

Severus casually walked up to the blonde man and punched him square on the jaw. “Hermione will be the judge of that. Hermione?”

Her eyes darkened. “Rabastan is mine,” she said, her words potent with possession.

“As you know, Lucius, we, Slytherins, take care of our own,” Severus said as he turned back to Hermione. “You deceived the entire Wizarding world, my love. With everything you have done in the last year, you have proven your cunning and your knowledge. You have used all your means to achieve your ends. Is that not what the sorting hat sang? As the Head of House, Miss Granger, I give you honorary title to Slytherin. Now, do as unto yours as he has done unto you.”

Severus grabbed Draco by the arm and dragged him to the door, swiftly closing it as they exited. Hermione stood there staring at her husband, her prey.

“You are no more Slytherin than that Potter,” Lucius spat.

Hermione grinned. “Did you know, the sorting hat almost put Harry in Slytherin. Said he’d do great things in Slytherin.”

Lucius paled. “Why don’t you just get out of here? This sham of a marriage can be annulled if you are who you say you are. Why are you still here?”

Hermione stood a moment more before she realized something. Severus was right. Hermione had taken all this time to think of some way to pay Lucius back for every nasty evil thing he did to her. Now was her chance. She had to take it. She had to make him pay. She pulled the chair up to Lucius who was strapped by magic to the thin air. She sat down in front of him and grinned evilly.

“There’s a…Mudblood…saying, Lucius,” she began, emphasizing the word.

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“Payback’s a bitch.”

*****

“What do you think she is doing in there?” Ron asked timidly.

Severus smirked at the red head. “Getting her just desserts, Mr. Weasley. She has been too integrated into the ways of Slytherin not to use some of the skill she’s adapted against him. I daresay we will all be quite intrigued to see what she has done with him…when she’s done with him.”

Remus looked around and his eyes landed on Harry. The two of them had been thinking long and hard about what Severus said earlier. “Severus, what of the child? Where is he?”

Severus looked up shocked that he hadn’t thought of him first. He looked to Draco who was already snapping his fingers. In the next second, Kreacher was standing amongst the group.

“Yes, Mister Malfoy…NO! NOT POTTER! Please Mister Malfoy, I will be good houseelf. Do not send me with that blood traitor! Merciful master, please!” the elf begged.

“Shut up, you insolent sod. You have betrayed my family. You and your mate disobeyed an order by a Malfoy. You are distasteful and I am disgusted by your mere presence,” Draco replied with a sneer.

“Master Malfoy, sir. Please. What will you have me do?”

“You will bring me the child father is keeping in your guard. NOW!”

As soon as the echo stopped bouncing around the long dark hall, the Kreacher was back holding Rabastan. Severus immediately scooped the child up and held him close.

“Severus?” Remus queried trying to get his attention. “Severus, is there something we should know?”

Severus looked up to the four faces around him. He realized that it was no longer necessary to keep up the ruse. He slowly moved his hand over the child, removing every overlapping charm that he had placed since the child had been born. Sometimes it was a simple warming charm as he told Hermione, but the main charm was the glamour. The baby’s stark white tresses immediately darkened to black and his eyes were no longer grey but darkest brown.

“BLOODY HELL!”

“Ron!”

“WHAT?! What did you expect me to say? Congratulations, Pops?”

Harry sighed. “So all this time…”

“I didn’t know he was mine until he was born. It was true. I helped deliver the child in the cave, but I knew in that instant that he and Hermione would be killed as soon as Lucius laid eyes on him. I had to protect them both,” Severus said as he let the baby in his arms grip his finger and look at him lovingly.

The completely gentle moment was broken by a blood curdling scream…Lucius’ scream.

Rabastan’s eyes seemed to bulge as he looked at his father. Then the most amazing thing happened. It was as if the baby knew that his mother was finally getting her revenge.

He laughed.

AN: Okay, I’m just too giddy about these last two chapters to continue writing the horrible and most delicious things Hermione is doing to Lucius behind the door. I’ll do that this weekend and post it Monday. Yes, I know, I tried to fool some of you by twisting things around a bit. First off, never tell the author what you have figured out in the plot. They can change it on you and make you doubt yourself. Second, never doubt yourself. MMUAAHHH!!! As Vampire said, Wicked by name, Wicked by nature. As you can tell, things are winding down. But what of Emilia?