A Mile in their Shoes
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Chapter Two
Title: A Mile in their Shoes (2/?)
Author: QueenC
Feedback: queenc@hotpop.com
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Hermione/Lucius. Small bits of Draco/Ginny. Mentions Hermione/Viktor and Lucius/Narcissa.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling is the Goddess of the Potterverse. Please don’t sue me for not being her.
Distribution: Anywhere I send it. If anyone else wants it just let me know.
Spoilers: Through OotP
Summary: The new Minister of Magic finds an inventive way to punish Voldemort’s followers.
Author’s Note: So I began this fic with the hope of writing a Hermione/Lucius fic that is slightly different from the others. If this idea has been done before, then obviously the fic isn’t as original as I thought, but I solemnly swear that I thought of this on my own. I’m going to try to keep everyone (especially Lucius) as in-character as possible, but he may stray from time to time. Words in *’s are emphasized and words in italics are thoughts. Enjoy!
******
Hermione shut the door behind Tonks with a heavy sigh. She hated this. Actually, hate was probably too strong a word. She *loathed* this. The thought of spending the next five minutes, let alone year, with Lucius Malfoy made her stomach give a great lurch and her skin crawl.
He was a horrible man, who had done horrible things, and deserved some horrible sort of punishment. And regardless of how cranky she had become since being confined to a wheelchair, Hermione knew she was definitely not harsh enough to treat the man as he truly deserved.
Still, there’s no harm in trying, she thought with a smirk. After all, this was *her* home. She had been raised a Muggle and was clearly in her element. Lucius was … not.
Her spirits slightly lifted, if only at the realization that she was going to bear witness to the destruction of the high and mighty Malfoy pride, she turned herself around and headed back into the living room.
Her noommoommate was still sitting in the chair in the corner. His face was a mixture of a scowl and discomfort. And, while she couldn’t be certain, she thought she saw slight fear flash in his blue-gray eyes for the briefest of seconds.
Hermione inwardly grinned.
Good. Let him feel vulnerable for once. Let him have fear of the unknown, as so many of his victims did. Let him not forget that I am the one in control.
Staring at him for a second longer, her features schooled into a harsh gaze, she finally spoke in a clear, firm tone. “Since it appears that I have no choice but to uphold my end of this agreement with the Ministry, you are now spending the next year in my home and under my supervision.”
Stopping, she allowed those words a second to sink in before continuing. “As this is *my* home, there are going to be certain rules that you are to follow. If, at any point in time I feel that you are not respecting them, I will inform the Ministry and you will be removed. Is that understood?”
Lucius narrowed his eyes, anger flashing across his face. “I will most certainly…” he began, only to be cut off by his ‘gracious host’.
“The answer is a simple yes or no,” she sed, ed, her voice hard and unyielding. “It isn’t open for discussion. Now, do you understand what I am saying, or shall I contact Tonks and have her come retrieve you?”
She deliberately used the term retrieve, knowing it would infuriate the blond wizard. And, she wasn’t mistaken.
Rising to his feet, Lucius fixed her with the darkest look he could muster. However, he idly noticed that, while most would cringe in terror at the look, the brunette didn’t even blink.
Not allowing that to stop him, he bespeaspeaking. “Allow me to make one thing perfectly clear, Ms. Granger. I am a Malfoy, and I demand to be treated with the respect I am due. I will not tolerate anything less.”
Hermione scoffed, a harsh laugh escaping her. “You will not tolerate?” she repeated, dark amusement shining in her eyes. Then, her fgrewgrew serious and her tone deadly.
“Mr. Malfoy, you will tolerate anything I choose to do or say to you,” she said. “You are not a guest in my home, but a prisoner. You may not come or go as you wish, you will *not* be waited on hand and foot, and you most certainly will not treat me as though I am less than you simply because I am a Muggle-born. Now, if you do not wish to abide by those rules, as well as the ones I have yet to inform you of, I will happily contact the Ministry and inform them of your decision to take whatever alternate sentence they have decided upon.”
Wheeling herself closer, she peered up at the man and finished with, “But make no mistake. If you choose to stay, I am going to do everything in my power to make you as miserable as I possibly can for the next twelve months.”
Lucius blinked, something besides anger awakening within him. She was definitely different from any Mudblood he’d ever come across before. Granted, he had always known she was brave. He had fought against her in the war, after all. However, he certainly hadn’t seen the darkness shining in her eyes then as he did now. If he had…
Well, it wouldn’t have changed anything, really. She was still a Mudblood, as well as best friends with the Potter brat.
Only now she had engaged him in a battle of wills. If he were to leave, he would be allowing her the satisfaction of knowing she had run him off. She could go to bed at night with the knowledge that she had caused one of the most infamous Death Eaters of the Wizarding World to back down. No, Lucius decided, that wasn’t an option. She had issued him a silent challenge.
And he always played to win.
Slowly, the blond nodded his head in a silent admittance that she had won … for now. Sitting back down, he inwardly reveled at the brief look of shock that flashed in her brown eyes. Sometimes one must retreat in order to make progress. Let her believe she has won something significant. She will learn all too the the error of her ways.
“Very well, Ms. Granger,” he replied out loud in a much more civil tone. “I have weighed my options carefully and agree to your terms. I will remain here, under your watchful eye, until I have served my sentence.”
Hermione blinked, momentarily stunned. Had she just *won* an argument with him? Numb, she merely nodded, then replied in a dazed tone, “Very well. If you’ll come with me, I’ll show you to your room and tell you what is to be expected of you.”
And with that, a silently-plotting Lucius followed a rather perplexed Hermione out of the living room.
******
Lucius was positively seething with indignation as he looked around the room he was going to spend the next year living in. It’s smaller than any of the closets at Malfoy Manor! I cannot possibly be expected to…
He stopped his thoughts there, reminding himself of the young woman that was beside him, studying his face for his reaction. Allow her to believe she has humbled me. Only then will she let down her guard.
Forcing a smile on his face, he nodded his head. “This will do. I … appreciate the time you took to prepare it,” he managed to state. Thank Merlin my ancestors are not present to witness a Malfoy thanking a Mudblood…
Hermione nodded, hiding her shock with a look of boredom. “There’s no need to thank me,” she replied in a clipped tone. “I was merely following the Ministry’s instructions.”
Motioning toward the door that was located on the far wall, she continued. “You’re closet is there. The washroom is across the hallway. It is not solely yours, but is open to any guests that may come into this house. Therefore, you are to keep it clean at all times.”
Wheeling back to the door, she pointed to the door that was diagonal to his. “That’s the door to my room. You are not to enter it unless told to do so. Towels and sheets can be found in the closet at the very end of the hallway. The room directly next to this is a storage room. Again, unless you are told to get something out of it, you are not to enter.”
Lucius had been nodding along with everything she was saying, but frowned slightly at the brief look of pain that flashed across her face at the mention of the storage room. Interesting. Apparently the little Mudblood associates that room with pain.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, watching as his face took on a thoughtful look. “Is there something you wished to ask me?” she asked sharply.
“Actually,” he replied slowly, “There is.” He grimaced slightly at what he was about to do, but also knew it was necessary. It is sometimes prudent to sacrifice pride in the short term in order to come out victorious in the end.
His father’s words of wisdom from years before strengthened his resolve, and he finally spoke. “As I’m certain you are aware, the Ministry has seized all of my assets … including the majority of my personal items.” He stopped,ing ing she would realize what he was saying.
Hermione’s brow furrowed as she attempted to follow his train of thought. Then, realization struck her and her eyes widened slightly. “Oh!” she replied, her voice almost civil. “I see.”
Looking around, she thought for a moment. Finally, she gave a soft sigh. Turning her attention back to him, he noticed that her features had hardened once more.
Pity, really. She isn’t quite as hideous when she isn’t doing an impersonation of Severus.
“Well, it would appear that tomorrow we are going to have to go shopping,” she stated, completely unaware of the direction his thoughts had taken. Seeing the slightly shocked look on his face, she quickly added, “Of course, anything I purchase, you will be expected to pay me back.”
“And just *how* do you propose I do that?” the blond questioned. “Have you already forgotten what I said not a moment ago?”
Hermione’s lips tightened as her angose.ose. Forcing it back down, she gave him an almost sweet smile. “Actually,” she responded, “This brings me to the next rule.”
A look of sadistic glee shone in her eyes as she explained, “You are going to have to get a job.”
******
A/N: Okay, so here\'s the second chapter. Yes, I know it\'s short. But, my muse already has the majority of this figured out, and she wants to seperate it at certain points. I\'ll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can.
Now, I\'ve done my part and posted. How about doing something for me and reviewing? *g*
QueenC
Author: QueenC
Feedback: queenc@hotpop.com
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Hermione/Lucius. Small bits of Draco/Ginny. Mentions Hermione/Viktor and Lucius/Narcissa.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling is the Goddess of the Potterverse. Please don’t sue me for not being her.
Distribution: Anywhere I send it. If anyone else wants it just let me know.
Spoilers: Through OotP
Summary: The new Minister of Magic finds an inventive way to punish Voldemort’s followers.
Author’s Note: So I began this fic with the hope of writing a Hermione/Lucius fic that is slightly different from the others. If this idea has been done before, then obviously the fic isn’t as original as I thought, but I solemnly swear that I thought of this on my own. I’m going to try to keep everyone (especially Lucius) as in-character as possible, but he may stray from time to time. Words in *’s are emphasized and words in italics are thoughts. Enjoy!
******
Hermione shut the door behind Tonks with a heavy sigh. She hated this. Actually, hate was probably too strong a word. She *loathed* this. The thought of spending the next five minutes, let alone year, with Lucius Malfoy made her stomach give a great lurch and her skin crawl.
He was a horrible man, who had done horrible things, and deserved some horrible sort of punishment. And regardless of how cranky she had become since being confined to a wheelchair, Hermione knew she was definitely not harsh enough to treat the man as he truly deserved.
Still, there’s no harm in trying, she thought with a smirk. After all, this was *her* home. She had been raised a Muggle and was clearly in her element. Lucius was … not.
Her spirits slightly lifted, if only at the realization that she was going to bear witness to the destruction of the high and mighty Malfoy pride, she turned herself around and headed back into the living room.
Her noommoommate was still sitting in the chair in the corner. His face was a mixture of a scowl and discomfort. And, while she couldn’t be certain, she thought she saw slight fear flash in his blue-gray eyes for the briefest of seconds.
Hermione inwardly grinned.
Good. Let him feel vulnerable for once. Let him have fear of the unknown, as so many of his victims did. Let him not forget that I am the one in control.
Staring at him for a second longer, her features schooled into a harsh gaze, she finally spoke in a clear, firm tone. “Since it appears that I have no choice but to uphold my end of this agreement with the Ministry, you are now spending the next year in my home and under my supervision.”
Stopping, she allowed those words a second to sink in before continuing. “As this is *my* home, there are going to be certain rules that you are to follow. If, at any point in time I feel that you are not respecting them, I will inform the Ministry and you will be removed. Is that understood?”
Lucius narrowed his eyes, anger flashing across his face. “I will most certainly…” he began, only to be cut off by his ‘gracious host’.
“The answer is a simple yes or no,” she sed, ed, her voice hard and unyielding. “It isn’t open for discussion. Now, do you understand what I am saying, or shall I contact Tonks and have her come retrieve you?”
She deliberately used the term retrieve, knowing it would infuriate the blond wizard. And, she wasn’t mistaken.
Rising to his feet, Lucius fixed her with the darkest look he could muster. However, he idly noticed that, while most would cringe in terror at the look, the brunette didn’t even blink.
Not allowing that to stop him, he bespeaspeaking. “Allow me to make one thing perfectly clear, Ms. Granger. I am a Malfoy, and I demand to be treated with the respect I am due. I will not tolerate anything less.”
Hermione scoffed, a harsh laugh escaping her. “You will not tolerate?” she repeated, dark amusement shining in her eyes. Then, her fgrewgrew serious and her tone deadly.
“Mr. Malfoy, you will tolerate anything I choose to do or say to you,” she said. “You are not a guest in my home, but a prisoner. You may not come or go as you wish, you will *not* be waited on hand and foot, and you most certainly will not treat me as though I am less than you simply because I am a Muggle-born. Now, if you do not wish to abide by those rules, as well as the ones I have yet to inform you of, I will happily contact the Ministry and inform them of your decision to take whatever alternate sentence they have decided upon.”
Wheeling herself closer, she peered up at the man and finished with, “But make no mistake. If you choose to stay, I am going to do everything in my power to make you as miserable as I possibly can for the next twelve months.”
Lucius blinked, something besides anger awakening within him. She was definitely different from any Mudblood he’d ever come across before. Granted, he had always known she was brave. He had fought against her in the war, after all. However, he certainly hadn’t seen the darkness shining in her eyes then as he did now. If he had…
Well, it wouldn’t have changed anything, really. She was still a Mudblood, as well as best friends with the Potter brat.
Only now she had engaged him in a battle of wills. If he were to leave, he would be allowing her the satisfaction of knowing she had run him off. She could go to bed at night with the knowledge that she had caused one of the most infamous Death Eaters of the Wizarding World to back down. No, Lucius decided, that wasn’t an option. She had issued him a silent challenge.
And he always played to win.
Slowly, the blond nodded his head in a silent admittance that she had won … for now. Sitting back down, he inwardly reveled at the brief look of shock that flashed in her brown eyes. Sometimes one must retreat in order to make progress. Let her believe she has won something significant. She will learn all too the the error of her ways.
“Very well, Ms. Granger,” he replied out loud in a much more civil tone. “I have weighed my options carefully and agree to your terms. I will remain here, under your watchful eye, until I have served my sentence.”
Hermione blinked, momentarily stunned. Had she just *won* an argument with him? Numb, she merely nodded, then replied in a dazed tone, “Very well. If you’ll come with me, I’ll show you to your room and tell you what is to be expected of you.”
And with that, a silently-plotting Lucius followed a rather perplexed Hermione out of the living room.
******
Lucius was positively seething with indignation as he looked around the room he was going to spend the next year living in. It’s smaller than any of the closets at Malfoy Manor! I cannot possibly be expected to…
He stopped his thoughts there, reminding himself of the young woman that was beside him, studying his face for his reaction. Allow her to believe she has humbled me. Only then will she let down her guard.
Forcing a smile on his face, he nodded his head. “This will do. I … appreciate the time you took to prepare it,” he managed to state. Thank Merlin my ancestors are not present to witness a Malfoy thanking a Mudblood…
Hermione nodded, hiding her shock with a look of boredom. “There’s no need to thank me,” she replied in a clipped tone. “I was merely following the Ministry’s instructions.”
Motioning toward the door that was located on the far wall, she continued. “You’re closet is there. The washroom is across the hallway. It is not solely yours, but is open to any guests that may come into this house. Therefore, you are to keep it clean at all times.”
Wheeling back to the door, she pointed to the door that was diagonal to his. “That’s the door to my room. You are not to enter it unless told to do so. Towels and sheets can be found in the closet at the very end of the hallway. The room directly next to this is a storage room. Again, unless you are told to get something out of it, you are not to enter.”
Lucius had been nodding along with everything she was saying, but frowned slightly at the brief look of pain that flashed across her face at the mention of the storage room. Interesting. Apparently the little Mudblood associates that room with pain.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, watching as his face took on a thoughtful look. “Is there something you wished to ask me?” she asked sharply.
“Actually,” he replied slowly, “There is.” He grimaced slightly at what he was about to do, but also knew it was necessary. It is sometimes prudent to sacrifice pride in the short term in order to come out victorious in the end.
His father’s words of wisdom from years before strengthened his resolve, and he finally spoke. “As I’m certain you are aware, the Ministry has seized all of my assets … including the majority of my personal items.” He stopped,ing ing she would realize what he was saying.
Hermione’s brow furrowed as she attempted to follow his train of thought. Then, realization struck her and her eyes widened slightly. “Oh!” she replied, her voice almost civil. “I see.”
Looking around, she thought for a moment. Finally, she gave a soft sigh. Turning her attention back to him, he noticed that her features had hardened once more.
Pity, really. She isn’t quite as hideous when she isn’t doing an impersonation of Severus.
“Well, it would appear that tomorrow we are going to have to go shopping,” she stated, completely unaware of the direction his thoughts had taken. Seeing the slightly shocked look on his face, she quickly added, “Of course, anything I purchase, you will be expected to pay me back.”
“And just *how* do you propose I do that?” the blond questioned. “Have you already forgotten what I said not a moment ago?”
Hermione’s lips tightened as her angose.ose. Forcing it back down, she gave him an almost sweet smile. “Actually,” she responded, “This brings me to the next rule.”
A look of sadistic glee shone in her eyes as she explained, “You are going to have to get a job.”
******
A/N: Okay, so here\'s the second chapter. Yes, I know it\'s short. But, my muse already has the majority of this figured out, and she wants to seperate it at certain points. I\'ll try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can.
Now, I\'ve done my part and posted. How about doing something for me and reviewing? *g*
QueenC