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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
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48
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57,034
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Hell of a Deatheater
CHAPTER 26: Hell Of A Deatheater
Lucius had dragged his reluctant wife to a charity auction in the High Wizard’s District. She had tried any number of excuses to get out of it, but he wasn’t buying any of them. She supposed she was grateful that it wasn’t a formal event. She was suitably attired in a knee length sleeveless sheath of a dress with a simple neckline that cut straight across her collarbones. She fingered the strand of marble sized, perfectly matched pearls at her throat and wondered if it were possible to be any more bored than she was at that moment.
She was standing with a group of women who were clearly only being polite to her because of Lucius. No doubt on the orders of their husbands who were either currently doing business with him, or wanted to be. They talked incessantly of shopping, jewelry and hairstyles.
“You must shop constantly Henrietta, being married to a man as rich as Lucius.” A woman with a puckered face who’s name Hermione couldn’t begin to remember said. Hermione plastered on her best, fake smile.
“It’s Hermione actually, and I only shop when Lucius makes me.” She continued tugging on the pearls as she scanned the room for her wayward spouse.
“Surely you are joking?” The woman said staring at Hermione completely appalled.
“No, I’m not. Lucius takes me shopping when he feels I need something new, and he buys my jewelry as well.” Hermione said. “See, those shallow pursuits don’t interest me very much, I would rather do something to better myself, like read, or chat with our house-elves over lunch.”
There was a certain satisfaction that came with shocking the snobbish hierarchy of the wealthy nitwits. She almost sighed in relief when she felt Lucius’s familiar touch on the back of her neck.
“There you are.” He said, his hand drifting over her shoulder and down her arm, his fingers brushing lightly over her skin. “Are you playing nice?” He whispered. Hermione was well aware of the women watching, taking in every touch, every word. People were always watching, wondering about the relationship between the king of wealthy pureblood society and his dirty little muggleborn bride.
“Of course I am.” Hermione looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled. She lifted up and kissed his chin. The gesture that shocked the women standing around them. Wealthy marriages were contracted for financial or political reasons, you didn’t love your spouse and you absolutely did not show him affection in public. The corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile, he knew she had done it on purpose just to set the insipid little pieces of fluff all a twitter.
“If you ladies will excuse us, I would like to take my wife to look at the items up for auction and see if anything strikes her fancy.” With a smile and a polite nod of his head he led her away, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. “You enjoy poking at them don’t you, love?” He was smiling.
“You have no idea.” Hermione knew the women were watching so she put her arm around Lucius back and gave his backside a quick caress atop his robes. Lucius was laughing softly.
“Are you satisfied with your results now?” He asked. He should probably be upset; after all, public displays were not a common occurrence in their social circle. Lucius however found her rather intriguing when she flirted openly with him, regardless of if it were real or put on for the benefit of others.
“Yes. The vapid twits can talk of nothing but shopping. I hope they don’t bore all of our guests at the ball.” She frowned.
“Well, should things become to terribly dull you can always resort to another public groping. Never had my ass fondled in public, I think maybe I kind of liked it.” He winked down at her with a smile. Hermione laughed out loud at his jest, drawing attention to the two of them.
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Kingsley watched the Malfoys as they made their way along the display of items up for auction. He noticed how Lucius kept his hand lightly resting on his wife at all times, the small of her back, her shoulder, or the back of her neck. Interesting behavior for a man who claimed not to care for his wife. Kingsley filed that little bit of information away and turned his attention back to the people he was with. He was smiling brightly. At least they weren’t drawing their wands on each other.
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“See something you like?” Lucius asked, watching Hermione admire an ancient text on runes.
“This book in spectacular.” She said, picking up the information card in front of it. “Starting bid no less that ten thousand galleons! It’s not that spectacular.” She set the card back on the table and pouted at the coveted book.
“If you want it, then it’s yours.” Lucius reached for the clipboard lying next to it and placed his bid, knowing that no one else in the room would be able to match it.
“No, Lucius, it’s too much!” She reached out and grabbed for his wand to stop him from tapping it against the clipboard. Lucius smirked and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Pocket change, love.” He tapped his wand to the clipboard, placing his bid.
“Why would you pay so much for a book? For me?” She asked as he replaced his wand into the end of his cane.
“Because I can.” He told her with a smile. He put his hand low on her back and nudged her to walk forward.
“You can’t just buy everything you see that you want.” Hermione said, looking over some of the other items up for auction.
“Of course I can and I can buy anything you see that you want as well.” He said arrogantly. Hermione rolled her eyes and continued to peruse the items on display. Lucius noted that she completely overlooked the jewels and trinket boxes. Her interest lay in boxes of dusty old books and ancient potion sets. Frivolity was not one of her faults it seemed. If she showed any lasting interest in anything, he would walk along behind her and place a bid without her knowledge.
At the end of the event, when the winning bids were announced, the Malfoy’s walked away with the ancient text on runes, three large crates of antique books and an ancient case filled with potions that no doubt were defunct or toxic at that point.
Hermione was standing with Lucius while he signed the documents required to pay for the items won, when she heard a nasally voice behind them.
“Lucius darling, is that you?” Lucius exhaled audibly and turned around, that smile that wasn’t really a smile on his face.
“Catarina, how nice to see you after so long.” His tone said he was anything but pleased to see her. She was tall, stick thin with silky black hair and bright red painted lips to match the daggers that masqueraded as her fingernails.
“Are you perhaps related to Severus Snape? You could pass for his mother, or older sister.” Hermione said. Lucius could barely contain his amusement, when he saw the anger flash in Catarina’s eyes. She had been a blip on his radar shortly after he was released from Azkaban, and only once.
“And you are?” She asked, looking down her pointy nose at Hermione.
“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Hermione.” She wrapped her hand around Lucius’s arm and smiled. “Hermione Malfoy.”
Lucius was a sadist at heart, and it turned him on to watch Hermione play the haughty, possessive wife and stake her claim with other women.
“You got married? To this child?” Catarina’s eyes widened as she stared incredulously at Hermione. “I hadn’t heard, I have been in Romania for the last year. Congratulations?”
“Thank you, Catarina. If you wouldn’t mind excusing us, we were just on our way home.” Lucius said.
“Of course Darling, would want to keep the little one up late would we?” Catarina gave Hermione a long, assessing look. “I’m back in England, if you would like to stop by for tea.” She said, giving Lucius a clear invitation to her bed as though Hermione weren’t standing right there.
Lucius felt his little wife tense, and her hand flexed on his arm as though she were itching to reach for her wand, which he now knew she kept strapped to her thigh beneath her gowns. She stepped forward, closer to the witch who was taller than her by at least a foot.
“It’s rude to proposition another woman’s husband.” Hermione said softly as she stepped even closer, making certain that the stiletto heel of her shoe came down hard on Catarina’s toe. “Doing so in front of his wife makes you look desperate, disgusting, and cheap.” She pushed her weight forward and Catarina whimpered in pain. “And if you ever call my husband darling again, I will place a tongue-tied curse on you so complex that you will be an old, old woman before they figure it out Am I understood?”
“Yes!” Catarina hissed. Hermione smiled and lifted her foot. The older woman looked to Lucius as though expecting him to take his wife in hand but instead all she saw was him staring down at her as though he were proud. “Well I never!” She lifted her chin and turned, abruptly fleeing the room.
“What?” Hermione asked when she saw Lucius staring down at her.
“Don’t take this wrong, love. But you would have made a hell of a deatheater.” He smirked.
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OKAY to clear up the Malfoy Center For Muggle Medicine at St. Mungos. It is to treat muggleborn witches and wizards who may have brought a muggleborn illness with them into the magical community…..not to treat muggles. :) I should have clarified that early.
And as to everyone who has mentioned the fact that they haven’t fallen in love yet…..even if they had, I doubt either one of them would admit it anyhow LOL
KittyCat – No, he is not trying to get her pregnant, but her mentioning the fact that if they didn’t start remembering to be careful he would be a father again made him start thinking about having a second chance to try again, and be better at it.
LCDrusilla - Love the name Drusilla by the way, you never hear older names like that anymore. Anyhoo…..I see Lucius in many forms, depending on the tale. JK wrote very little about the “private” Lucius Malfoy, only public and deatheater Lucius, so I supposed that he could have been any number of things in his private moments with his child, wife or lovers and friends. In this story I sort of see him a little like Mickey Roarke in 91/5 weeks.....maybe a little sweeter LOL
Citten – when you see massive updates, like 5 chaps at a time, that means grandma took the kiddies and momma has nothing to do but write and enjoy the quiet. LOL
AngelBaby – I don’t know if his spells missed on purpose, Lucius will never tell. :P
Wishyouwere – not sure when I will write another HG/SS, haven’t been bitten by that muse yet, but I am planning on another RL/HG soon. Might take me a bit, Im working on another book and once my editor read the first 3 chapters she asked me to try and have it to her by valentines day so they can get it to editing…cuz im a sucky editor LOL and cant proofread my own stuff. But I wont abandon my fanfics…..I enjoy writing and reading them way too much.
Heidi – there may be a little Malfoy pop up, im not sure yet….
Lucius had dragged his reluctant wife to a charity auction in the High Wizard’s District. She had tried any number of excuses to get out of it, but he wasn’t buying any of them. She supposed she was grateful that it wasn’t a formal event. She was suitably attired in a knee length sleeveless sheath of a dress with a simple neckline that cut straight across her collarbones. She fingered the strand of marble sized, perfectly matched pearls at her throat and wondered if it were possible to be any more bored than she was at that moment.
She was standing with a group of women who were clearly only being polite to her because of Lucius. No doubt on the orders of their husbands who were either currently doing business with him, or wanted to be. They talked incessantly of shopping, jewelry and hairstyles.
“You must shop constantly Henrietta, being married to a man as rich as Lucius.” A woman with a puckered face who’s name Hermione couldn’t begin to remember said. Hermione plastered on her best, fake smile.
“It’s Hermione actually, and I only shop when Lucius makes me.” She continued tugging on the pearls as she scanned the room for her wayward spouse.
“Surely you are joking?” The woman said staring at Hermione completely appalled.
“No, I’m not. Lucius takes me shopping when he feels I need something new, and he buys my jewelry as well.” Hermione said. “See, those shallow pursuits don’t interest me very much, I would rather do something to better myself, like read, or chat with our house-elves over lunch.”
There was a certain satisfaction that came with shocking the snobbish hierarchy of the wealthy nitwits. She almost sighed in relief when she felt Lucius’s familiar touch on the back of her neck.
“There you are.” He said, his hand drifting over her shoulder and down her arm, his fingers brushing lightly over her skin. “Are you playing nice?” He whispered. Hermione was well aware of the women watching, taking in every touch, every word. People were always watching, wondering about the relationship between the king of wealthy pureblood society and his dirty little muggleborn bride.
“Of course I am.” Hermione looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled. She lifted up and kissed his chin. The gesture that shocked the women standing around them. Wealthy marriages were contracted for financial or political reasons, you didn’t love your spouse and you absolutely did not show him affection in public. The corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile, he knew she had done it on purpose just to set the insipid little pieces of fluff all a twitter.
“If you ladies will excuse us, I would like to take my wife to look at the items up for auction and see if anything strikes her fancy.” With a smile and a polite nod of his head he led her away, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. “You enjoy poking at them don’t you, love?” He was smiling.
“You have no idea.” Hermione knew the women were watching so she put her arm around Lucius back and gave his backside a quick caress atop his robes. Lucius was laughing softly.
“Are you satisfied with your results now?” He asked. He should probably be upset; after all, public displays were not a common occurrence in their social circle. Lucius however found her rather intriguing when she flirted openly with him, regardless of if it were real or put on for the benefit of others.
“Yes. The vapid twits can talk of nothing but shopping. I hope they don’t bore all of our guests at the ball.” She frowned.
“Well, should things become to terribly dull you can always resort to another public groping. Never had my ass fondled in public, I think maybe I kind of liked it.” He winked down at her with a smile. Hermione laughed out loud at his jest, drawing attention to the two of them.
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Kingsley watched the Malfoys as they made their way along the display of items up for auction. He noticed how Lucius kept his hand lightly resting on his wife at all times, the small of her back, her shoulder, or the back of her neck. Interesting behavior for a man who claimed not to care for his wife. Kingsley filed that little bit of information away and turned his attention back to the people he was with. He was smiling brightly. At least they weren’t drawing their wands on each other.
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“See something you like?” Lucius asked, watching Hermione admire an ancient text on runes.
“This book in spectacular.” She said, picking up the information card in front of it. “Starting bid no less that ten thousand galleons! It’s not that spectacular.” She set the card back on the table and pouted at the coveted book.
“If you want it, then it’s yours.” Lucius reached for the clipboard lying next to it and placed his bid, knowing that no one else in the room would be able to match it.
“No, Lucius, it’s too much!” She reached out and grabbed for his wand to stop him from tapping it against the clipboard. Lucius smirked and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Pocket change, love.” He tapped his wand to the clipboard, placing his bid.
“Why would you pay so much for a book? For me?” She asked as he replaced his wand into the end of his cane.
“Because I can.” He told her with a smile. He put his hand low on her back and nudged her to walk forward.
“You can’t just buy everything you see that you want.” Hermione said, looking over some of the other items up for auction.
“Of course I can and I can buy anything you see that you want as well.” He said arrogantly. Hermione rolled her eyes and continued to peruse the items on display. Lucius noted that she completely overlooked the jewels and trinket boxes. Her interest lay in boxes of dusty old books and ancient potion sets. Frivolity was not one of her faults it seemed. If she showed any lasting interest in anything, he would walk along behind her and place a bid without her knowledge.
At the end of the event, when the winning bids were announced, the Malfoy’s walked away with the ancient text on runes, three large crates of antique books and an ancient case filled with potions that no doubt were defunct or toxic at that point.
Hermione was standing with Lucius while he signed the documents required to pay for the items won, when she heard a nasally voice behind them.
“Lucius darling, is that you?” Lucius exhaled audibly and turned around, that smile that wasn’t really a smile on his face.
“Catarina, how nice to see you after so long.” His tone said he was anything but pleased to see her. She was tall, stick thin with silky black hair and bright red painted lips to match the daggers that masqueraded as her fingernails.
“Are you perhaps related to Severus Snape? You could pass for his mother, or older sister.” Hermione said. Lucius could barely contain his amusement, when he saw the anger flash in Catarina’s eyes. She had been a blip on his radar shortly after he was released from Azkaban, and only once.
“And you are?” She asked, looking down her pointy nose at Hermione.
“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Hermione.” She wrapped her hand around Lucius’s arm and smiled. “Hermione Malfoy.”
Lucius was a sadist at heart, and it turned him on to watch Hermione play the haughty, possessive wife and stake her claim with other women.
“You got married? To this child?” Catarina’s eyes widened as she stared incredulously at Hermione. “I hadn’t heard, I have been in Romania for the last year. Congratulations?”
“Thank you, Catarina. If you wouldn’t mind excusing us, we were just on our way home.” Lucius said.
“Of course Darling, would want to keep the little one up late would we?” Catarina gave Hermione a long, assessing look. “I’m back in England, if you would like to stop by for tea.” She said, giving Lucius a clear invitation to her bed as though Hermione weren’t standing right there.
Lucius felt his little wife tense, and her hand flexed on his arm as though she were itching to reach for her wand, which he now knew she kept strapped to her thigh beneath her gowns. She stepped forward, closer to the witch who was taller than her by at least a foot.
“It’s rude to proposition another woman’s husband.” Hermione said softly as she stepped even closer, making certain that the stiletto heel of her shoe came down hard on Catarina’s toe. “Doing so in front of his wife makes you look desperate, disgusting, and cheap.” She pushed her weight forward and Catarina whimpered in pain. “And if you ever call my husband darling again, I will place a tongue-tied curse on you so complex that you will be an old, old woman before they figure it out Am I understood?”
“Yes!” Catarina hissed. Hermione smiled and lifted her foot. The older woman looked to Lucius as though expecting him to take his wife in hand but instead all she saw was him staring down at her as though he were proud. “Well I never!” She lifted her chin and turned, abruptly fleeing the room.
“What?” Hermione asked when she saw Lucius staring down at her.
“Don’t take this wrong, love. But you would have made a hell of a deatheater.” He smirked.
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OKAY to clear up the Malfoy Center For Muggle Medicine at St. Mungos. It is to treat muggleborn witches and wizards who may have brought a muggleborn illness with them into the magical community…..not to treat muggles. :) I should have clarified that early.
And as to everyone who has mentioned the fact that they haven’t fallen in love yet…..even if they had, I doubt either one of them would admit it anyhow LOL
KittyCat – No, he is not trying to get her pregnant, but her mentioning the fact that if they didn’t start remembering to be careful he would be a father again made him start thinking about having a second chance to try again, and be better at it.
LCDrusilla - Love the name Drusilla by the way, you never hear older names like that anymore. Anyhoo…..I see Lucius in many forms, depending on the tale. JK wrote very little about the “private” Lucius Malfoy, only public and deatheater Lucius, so I supposed that he could have been any number of things in his private moments with his child, wife or lovers and friends. In this story I sort of see him a little like Mickey Roarke in 91/5 weeks.....maybe a little sweeter LOL
Citten – when you see massive updates, like 5 chaps at a time, that means grandma took the kiddies and momma has nothing to do but write and enjoy the quiet. LOL
AngelBaby – I don’t know if his spells missed on purpose, Lucius will never tell. :P
Wishyouwere – not sure when I will write another HG/SS, haven’t been bitten by that muse yet, but I am planning on another RL/HG soon. Might take me a bit, Im working on another book and once my editor read the first 3 chapters she asked me to try and have it to her by valentines day so they can get it to editing…cuz im a sucky editor LOL and cant proofread my own stuff. But I wont abandon my fanfics…..I enjoy writing and reading them way too much.
Heidi – there may be a little Malfoy pop up, im not sure yet….