Lights of Questionable Faith

Lovely Reviewers:

Voracious Reader - You will find out about the law sooner or later...who knows what our dear Hermione will do?

andarte - You have no idea what I do to boys who like me...I'm even worse!

TheSlytherinPrincess - Lucius is a bit unhinged if you didn't notice...poor baby...his mummy died on him, daddy and wife number one never loved him, thought his daddy killed his girl, and found the girl left him. Who knows if he will hurt her? Maybe he already has in diabolical ways...

maddie50 - Roomie is gone! *happy dance* Won't be back for a couple of days. She doesn't know everything that the readers know. But she will sometime join the lupe...complete the circle...

Lyssander - I am glad that I changed your mind about it!

Linneh - More than I will admit to, and more than I know. I hate wondering if a story is abandoned! It drives me to a place similar to where Lucius is now...

Heidi191976 - Read on!

Lauriurix - Liking the madness within him?

catysmom - This one is hopefully good as well.

Flowerchild - I get a cookie? I love cookies! They make me feel better with their sugary goodness. I had the idea in my head, and it had to come out! Never read a LM/HG time-turner, and I thought why the hell isn't there one?

Pam - The Importance of Being Earnest...darling...just teasing...update is just ahead.

HermioneMalfoyFan - Another pamphelet for a review. I very much enjoy it!

Lucius is old fashioned...it is HOT and works for him! Hermione is going to be quite cranky. Right now, she is disappointed in Lucius. Lucius is about sureness...force is a sure way, and the law backs him up. Little twerp *tousles Lucius' hair affectionatley*

Severus holds grudges...he held on to what James did to him...AND JAMES WAS AN ASS!...If Hermione apologizes to him, who can say what would happen?

Yes, Mother. I will be going to the Doctor on Monday with any luck.

I hope my roomie crashes her car on her way back here, and gets ejected through the windshield because of not wearing a seatbelt. Did I say that out loud? *pleasant smile*

You know the difference between lend and loan...most Americans don't...course I don't know if you are American...I find it oh so refreshing when someone knows the difference.

C.P.I.G. - Roomie is gone for weekend...hopefully she is not coming back...EVER...

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Well, I am off on a grand adventure to the doctor's office on Monday...that will be exciting...Hopefully they will discover what is ailing me.

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Hermione walked quickly down the ministry hallway toward the lifts.

She didn’t want to think about what had just happened. She was now at the equivalent level to a house elf. She was his slave, and it was all because of laxness in the government structure. Leaving laws like that in place.

“Hermione,” Ron called, “Wait up.”

Hermione quickened her step to get to the entrance. She could see the fountain at the entrance.

“Hermione,” Ron said, grabbing a hold of her wrist.

“Let go, Ron.”

“We’ll fight this, Hermione,” Ron said, trying to pull her close to him.

Hermione shook her head.

“Yes, yes we will. And we’ll win,” Ron said, shaking her a little. “They won’t let you go to a man who had the death eater mark on his arm.”

“Yes, they will Ron.” Hermione said, looking over the top of Ron’s shoulder to see Lucius gripping his cane tightly and glaring at them. “Let go, Ron.”

“No, we need to talk about this,” he said.

“Ron, let go,” Hermione said, staring at the blonde wizard behind Ron who was unsheathing his wand.

“We’re just going to talk.”

“Ron, you’re hurting my wrist,” Hermione said, not realizing that that was the right thing to say for the watching wizard to curse Ron.

Ron was blasted back into the wall and when he sat up, his face was pale. He rolled onto his knees and vomited up toad. The animal hopped away as soon as it was released.

Mr. Malfoy strode confidently over to Hermione and wrapped an arm around her waist securely. He tugged her against him. Ron belched up a garter snake that slithered away.

“You stay away from her,” Mr. Malfoy said, glaring at the boy and sliding a hand into Hermione’s hair. “I’m more than within my legal rights to curse you.”

“What’s going on?” Harry screamed as he came upon them. He looked back and forth between his friend who was vomiting vermin and his other friend who was standing in the arms of the father of his schoolyard nemesis.

Mr. Malfoy glared at Harry with hard silver eyes as he put the wand away and used a hand to tilt Hermione’s face. Hermione looked over his shoulder.

“Look at me,” Mr. Malfoy hissed at her.

Hermione ignored the order.

“I’m going to take Hermione and talk to her privately,” Mr. Malfoy said, twirling a strand of her brown hair about his finger.

“No,” Ron managed to get out as a mouse burst forth from his mouth.

“She belongs to me,” Mr. Malfoy said, and his nose turned up as he looked down at the little boy who’d been touching his Hermione.

“No, I don’t,” Hermione said, jerking away to walk to Ron.

Mr. Malfoy snatched her upper arm and hauled her back into his arms.

“You will talk to me,” Mr. Malfoy said, pinching her arm a bit tighter.

“Mr. Malfoy, let go of me,” Hermione said, slapping the hand that was gripping.

He released her upper arm to gather her in his arms, and he leaned down so his mouth was close to her ear.

“Hug me; I protected you. You're mine,” he whispered, pulling her closer. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”

“No,” Hermione whispered back close to his ear while pushing at him.

Mr. Malfoy's eyes hardened, and he lifted her easily off the ground just enough so that she couldn’t get away.

Ron vomited up another mouse that scurried away quickly.

“I’m going to take Hermione and talk to her,” Mr. Malfoy said, tugging her more tightly against him.

He slipped into the office behind them with Hermione held tightly against him.

“Let go of me,” Hermione said, pressing her hands against his chest, but she didn’t push.

“I didn’t ask for too much, did I? A little hug after leaving me for twenty-six years. And yes, I know it is entirely my fault that you were there in the first place,” Mr. Malfoy said, pinning her against the wall pushing his hips closer. “But you didn’t have to make me love you, and you didn’t have to leave me.”

“Mr. Mal—”

“I told you my name is Lucius,” Mr. Malfoy said, slamming a hand against the wall. He leaned down and rubbed his nose against Hermione’s neck.

His lips began to kiss and suck on the soft skin that he remembered so well. Just as beautiful as it had been the day she left him. She would never leave him again. He slid his hands up under the skirt that she was wearing.

“Mine,” he whispered, sliding one hand under her knickers to cup half of her bottom. He whimpered a bit.

He gasped and pulled her closer.

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked as his other hand shifted her knickers to the side to slide against her sex.

"You won't take her!"

"Just a little fondling."

"I get to touch. She loves me."

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Lucius whispered, before pressing his lips to the pulse of her throat as he carefully eased a finger between. He gasped and tilted his head back when his fingers found her hymen. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

“Lucius, please stop,” Hermione begged as she felt herself getting wet around the digit not realizing that her hands had slid to his shoulders and were digging into the expensive fabric. “I’ve never—”

“Yes, for now,” he whispered, sliding his hands from beneath her skirt and smoothing her knickers back to their proper place, covering what was his and saving it for him. He rested one hand on her hip while he took the other gently and placed it against him. “I don’t know how I shall bear the wait for our wedding night.”

Hermione couldn’t help whimpering at him holding her hand against his length. She blushed at his words looking at the floor. He moved her hand softly against him.

“Hold it,” Lucius whispered as his head fell to rest on her shoulder.

“HERMIONE! HERMIONE! COME OUT NOW! You’ve been in there almost an hour.”

“We shall have to wait, won’t we?” Mr. Malfoy asked, glaring at the door as if he could blast the twit on the other side. “We could have such fun. I offer you words of warning, my darling, show up in my bed our wedding night with unicorns no longer your friends, and the consequences will be worse than you ever imagined. You have one week to accustom your friends to the idea of what is to occur between us. I hope that they don’t try to fight me on this. I will make their lives Hell if they do.”

He placed a hand on her back and steered her out of the room.

“What happened?” Arthur asked, glaring as he reached for Hermione.

Mr. Malfoy had his wand out and between Arthur’s eyes in an instant.

“Don’t. Touch. Her.” Mr. Malfoy said, jerking Hermione back against him.

“Lucius,” Hermione said, looking up at the twist of his lips, the crinkle of his aristocratic nose, the narrowed shape of his eyes.

Mr. Malfoy looked down at her, and his face softened and eyes softened.

“It’s alright,” Hermione said, seeing the hard look in his eyes. “Mr. Weasley isn’t going to hurt me.”

“He won’t touch you,” he snarled before putting his wand away. “You’re mine.”

He tugged her closer. Hermione placed her hands gently on his chest.

“Get off her, you old lecher!” Ron said with no vermin spilling from his mouth. “And since when is the pervert Lucius?”

Lucius smirked at Ron and leaned down to nuzzle Hermione’s neck.

“Lucius,” Hermione hissed, pushing against his chest. “That isn’t necessary.”

Lucius' eyes darkened as they looked at her, and he slid his hands down to cup her bottom and pull her more tightly to him. He thrust his hips softly against hers. She gasped as he moved an arm up and wrapped it around her shoulders and leaned close to her ear.

“Wrap your arms around me,” Mr. Malfoy whispered, rubbing his nose against her cheek.

“No,” Hermione whispered back.

“If you don’t, I will give the two boys and the bald idiot a lesson on pleasuring a female,” Mr. Malfoy said, frowning against her skin so the boys couldn’t see his expression.

Hermione gasped and tried to pull away.

“Wrap your arms around my neck, and give me a nice hug. I am not asking too much,” Lucius whispered, and he began to hike her skirt up.

Hermione shoved herself quickly against him throwing her arms around his neck.

“You’re crazy,” Hermione whispered to him.

Mr. Malfoy smirked against her neck as he held her.

“Only a little,” he said, and he pulled back a moment later letting his hands linger on her hips. “The wedding is in one week. I expect you to look like a proper witch for it. You are to come to my home this afternoon at three o’clock to discuss some details. Oh, and Draco will be joining us. Do try not to bicker with him. You’ll be family soon. It wouldn't do to hex your step-son.”

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Well, I hope that you enjoy this chapter...I hope you send reviews, and if you haven't checked out the alternative scenario...I hope you will and review it too.

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