For His Pleasure

Meeting Grangers


It was around eleven-thirty at night when Lucius, Narcissa and Severus stood in front of a handsome 19th Century, three-story stony Victorian home in the center of muggle London. The house was surrounded by Victorian-inspired gardens and was located across the street from a beautiful pond.

Severus opened the heavy Iron Gate, letting his friends pass through before following them into the garden that was on either side of the s-shaped walkway, leading to the house. As they approached the porch, Narcissa couldn’t help but gasp at the exquisite taste the Grangers possessed, if the swing with a unique fan back with wide-angle seat that hung there was any indication.

The Malfoys understood now that they misjudged the Grangers. Muggles or not, Grangers were well off and not too shy to show it off. Lucius smirked at the thought of being related to someone in influence in the muggle world. Maybe this masquerade wouldn’t be that bad to endure.

The lights in the windows indicated that the occupants of the house were still awake. Severus rang the doorbell as the Malfoys moved to stay behind them. They didn’t have to wait long until they heard a male voice shout, ‘I’ll get it, honey.” before the door swung open. “May I help you?” A man dressed in an expensive looking suit and tie asked. He was tall, blond and solid all over and not even looking close to his middle forties.

Severus hesitated a moment, not to sure if they came to the right house. Hermione looked nothing like this man. He asked anyway.

“Yes, I hope you would,” he began. “I am professor Severus Snape of Hogwarts and these,” he pointed back at Lucius and Narcissa, “Are my colleagues,” not wanting to give their names just yet. After a minute, Snape continued, “I know this is a late hour for visitations but our reason is important. May we come in?”

“Of course Professor, where are my manners?” The man flushed in embarrassment. The moment he heard the professor’s name, he froze. He heard a lot about him from his daughter and knew that although she didn’t like the dark wizard all that much, she respected him for his brilliance and the support he gave the light side during their war.
“I am George Granger, Hermione’s father,” he finally introduced himself offering his hand to the brilliant professor. When Severus shook his hand firmly, Mr. Granger stepped aside. “Please come in.”

They walked though a wide hallway filled with family portraits on smooth plastered walls. Mr. Granger showed his guests to the living room where the three sat quietly, looking at their surroundings.

The marble floor looked shiny under the light from the crystal chandelier hanging above the room. There was a marble fireplace in front of them with heavy gold mirror above it.

“You have a lovely home.” Provided Narcissa.

“Thank you,” he smiled in return. “Now, how may I address you, good sir?” Mr. Granger asked the aristocratic blond.

“I am Lucius Malfoy and this,” he looked at Narcissa, “is my wife, Narcissa.”

“Malfoy,” Mr. Granger repeated thoughtfully.

“Yes, your daughter, Hermione attends Hogwarts with our son, Draco.” Narcissa provided helpfully.

“Oh, yes.” Mr. Granger said calmly. “Your boy gave my daughter some hard times before the war.” He chuckled then. “I always told her that if a boy relentlessly teases a girl than there is something more to it but, alas, she insists that he tormented her because he hated her and there was nothing I could do to make her see otherwise.”

“I assure you, Mr. Granger, Draco does not hate her which is why we are here,” Lucius informed.

“Alright. Now, may I offer you something to drink before we continue this discussion?” Mr. Granger asked graciously the lady guest first and then looked at the men.

“I’d like a spot of tea, please.” Narcissa agreed with a warm smile.

Nodding his head, Mr. Granger looked at the wizards, “And for you.”

“I will have the same, thank you.” Lucius said.

“For me as well,” added Severus.

“Please make your self at home as I will soon return to you with your beverages.” Mr. Granger smiled at them. It is not everyday he sees people capable of powerful magic and he wanted to make an impression.

“Mr. Grange, is your daughter asleep at this hour?” The potion master stopped him.

“Oh no,” he chuckled. “Hermione never goes to sleep before her mother and I do. We’re dentists, my wife and I…teeth healers.” He quickly added as their puzzled features. “We have our own practice, you see, about an hour drive from here. We close very late and Hermione wants to make sure we’re home safe and on time. She is gentle like that.” After a moment of silence, he said, “If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen,” looking at Narcissa he added, “Madam,” before leaving the room.

Lucius, Narcissa and Severus set in deafening silence until Mr. Granger immerge into the room a few minutes late, pushing a cart which contained plates of sweets, homemade cookies, cups and a steaming pot of tea.

Behind the man, walked a petite vision of loveliness, dressed in a light blue suit and matching low-rise shoes. She had high cheekbones; brilliant auburn waves neatly tied behind her neck and her eyes shimmered with curiosity. She was not such an old replica of Hermione.

“Hello,” she said cheerfully, walking up to the three as they stood up. She shook their hands heartily. “I am Jane Granger and very excited to meet new faces from my daughter’s world.” The three introduced them selves and they all set down for some cookies and tea.

“Where is Hermione?” Narcissa asked softly.

“She was in the shower when I went up to her room.” He explained the absence of their daughter. “I’ve asked her to come down when she was ready to meat you.” Mr. Granger saw the three exchange a known look and said, “I didn’t specify who the guests were, Mr. Malfoy.”

Lucius only nodded.

“Now what was it you wanted to talk to us about,” Mrs. Granger asked not too curious or happy anymore for that matter. After finding out that these people actually were, she wanted them out of her house. Malfoys indeed. Humph!

Jane spent one or two nights every year when Hermione got home for summer, shushing her to sleep as the poor girl wept. Draco Malfoy was the bane of her daughter’s existence. Just two months ago, the boy insulted her ruthlessly yet again on the train and then again at the platform 9 ¾ before they picked her up. And although she never gave Draco the satisfaction in seeing her cry, Hermione always broke apart in her mother’s arms.

Jane narrowed her eyes at her husband, which meant he was in the doghouse. George should have kicked them out the moment he heard the name Malfoy, wizard or not, but instead he got caught in his obsession. He was the just like Arthur Wesley, but instead of being fascinated with muggles, he was fascinated with wizards.

“If you don’t mind too much, Mrs. Granger, we would prefer to wait for Hermione before saying what we came here to say.” Narcissa explained, picking up the thick atmosphere around Jane Granger. “It just makes no sense to repeat it twice.”

As if on queue, Hermione Granger entered the room to meet the guests. She stop dead in her track when she saw whom the guests were. “Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, what are you doing here?” She asked not so timidly. Not waiting for an answer, she turned to Severus, “Professor Snape?”

Hermione was dressed in a simple pink tank top and matching pajama bottoms. Her hair was twisted in a towel atop her head, but a few stubborn curls escaped anyway, framing her face perfectly. The scent of freshness radiated from her into all directions.

“Ms. Granger,” Professor Snape began. “I assure you that had this not been a life or death situation, I nor the Malfoys would think of stepping into your sanctuary.”

“Life or death situation?” She dubiously asked. “Concerning whom?”

“Our son,” Narcissa answered.

“What does Draco have to do with me?” She flared up again.

Honestly, Hermione couldn’t give a pig’s eye for his safety. The ferret made her life a living hell for the past six years. If the boy was on his deathbed, Hermione couldn’t wait to celebrate.

“Mind your attitude, witch, and show some respect to your elders.” Snape sneered.
Hermione wanted to do anything but that. She wanted to take out her wand, turn the high and mighty wizards into dust bunnies and sweep them with a broom out of her house.

She set across from them and put on a fake smile instead.

“Now,” she said in a meek sarcasm. “How may I be of service?”

They took the next half an hour taking turns in telling Hermione all that occurred with Draco; the vacation, the veela, the spike, the blood results, the pain, the screams, her lock of hair, the strong desire for her. By the time they were done, Hermione was as pale as a ghost.

“You mean it was your elf that snipped my hair?” Was the only thing Hermione uttered. She was outraged. She was sure that something like that happened earlier that day when she, Harry and Ron met for lunch. They thought she was paranoid when she told that someone had just sniped her hair and then made it grow again and now she had proof. SPEW be damned, she was going to blister that elf’s leafy ears if she ever saw that creature. No one messed with her hair, especially when shi finally learned to manage it, and got away with it.

“That is beside the point, Ms. Granger,” Narcissa growled, losing her patients with the girl. “Look…Hermione,” she allowed herself the liberty of the girl’s name. “I know you and Draco had your differences before but it is different now. If you won’t help my son, he will die.”

“And what is it exactly you expect me to do, Mrs. Malfoy?” She asked sternly. “Give him a few more locks of my hair to keep him sated and sane?”

“It does not quite work that way, Ms. Granger.” Severus replied. “We honestly don’t know what you have to do except that you have to be close to him…physically.” When Hermione stayed silent, he added, “Where is that thirst for the unknown, Ms. Granger? Don’t you want to be the first one to solve this mystery?” He was bating her.

“I am sure you’ll do a much better job solving it your self, professor.” Hermione retorted as she got up. “Now, if you’ll let me, I will bid you a good night,” pointing her index finger toward the door.

No one even acknowledged her request as everyone set quietly. Finally Lucius turned to his wife and said, “We tried to do this your way, Narcissa, but as you can see the girl is a stubborn as a centaur.” He stood up, facing Hermione and twisted his cane open, pulling out his wand. “We are doing everything my way, now,” he hissed.

“What the bloody hell do you think you are doing?” Mr. Granger finally spoke. He and Jane took their place on either side of their daughter. “You have already received Hermione’s answer, now be so kind as to get out of my house!”

Not even bothering to think over his action, Lucius pointed his wand at the three Grangers and whispered, “Silencio!”

Hermione couldn’t believe that she and her parents had been magically silenced. Although she knew it was temporary, her parents didn’t. They began to panic. Opening and closing their mouths like fish. Hermione had to get to her wand, so she tried to dash out of the room.

The second she turned her back on them, Lucius hit her with a “patrificus totalus”. Hermione fell back fast but not to the floor; her professor caught her. Now, completely mute and immobile, except for the movement of her eyes, Hermione heard and saw the way Lucius Malfoy obliviated her frightened parents.

George and Jane Granger looked struck, not knowing where they were or what was happening.

“Your daughter, Hermione, left the country to visit your farthest living relative. She will stay there for the next few days until it is time to go back to Hogwarts. You will not try to contact her or her friends until she contacts you herself. This gathering never occurred and you never saw us. You will soon fall asleep and when you wake up you will continue with your life and job as you were.” Lucius finished.

Turning to Narcissa, Severus and a stupefied Hermione, Lucius barked. “Lets get her to the manor before the spells wear off. I will send Penny to retrieve her belongings right away.”

Without another word, Narcissa brought her hand to her neat hair and pulled out a port key in a shape of a golden pin. She touched Hermione’s frozen hand with it and waited until Severus and Lucius touched it as well.

The three Slytherins apparated, taking a helpless Gryffindor along for the ride.


TBC…?


Authors Note: Well that is all for now. I was long debating how do I want the Malfoys to get Hermione out of the house. I wanted Lucius to sneak into the house first, stupefy the Grangers and then kidnap Hermione, but then decided against it because I thought it would have been out of character. Too barbaric for him if you know what I mean. So the diplomatic approach won over before he kidnapped her anyway. :-p

As usual please let me know all that you think of this chapter. Thank you for reading!

Preview: Next time Draco wakes up to a very arousing smell and site in his room. Hmm, what or who could it be... ^_-