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Chapter Five
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Chapter Five
Hermione stirred from her sleep. Stretching she discovered that she was in a bed. Caressing the expensive sheets, she wondered absently just where Lucius was. She sat up, but found that she was in the bedroom alone. Curiosity got the better of her and soon she wrapped the sheet around her body. She left the room, expecting to run across a house elf at the very least.
Hermione walked down the hallway, the cold flooring hurting her bare feet as she padded along. She saw the firelight flicker from under a door. Hermione opened it and slipped into the room once she saw who she was looking for. Lucius was sitting in a wingback chair with a brandy in his hand.
“You found me,” he murmured, looking over to her. “I would have thought you would be gone by now.”
Hermione frowned. “Why is that? Did I give you the impression that I was into running away like a little girl?”
He stood up, avoiding looking at her as he did so. “No, I thought you would be running away now that the potion has run its course.”
“You think that I’m that shallow?” she inquired, her arms crossing over her chest. Though whether it was out of temper or the pain that seemed to start in her soul at his new cold treatment of her, she didn’t know. “Never mind. Apparently you do.”
Hermione spun around and was on her way out of the room when he called out to her. “Stop.” When she stopped but didn’t turn around to face him, he let out a sigh. Getting up, he went over to her and spun her around. “I can’t have you leaving with my sheet. My neighbors might get the impression that you’re a house elf.”
Hermione resisted the urge to slap him. She dropped the sheet, stepping away from it and him. “I wouldn’t want that for you, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Come now. We’re past being so formal,” he drawled in an emotionless voice that made Hermione feel the dagger of his words all the more.
“That was me being informal,” she said coolly. “If I were being formal, I would have simply called you a jackass.”
Hermione was walking away from him, hearing as he was walking angrily behind her. He was still there when she found the floo, grabbing up the powder.
“Thanks for disabusing me of the impression that you can be a good man. Merlin knows I was wrong.” Stepping into the floo, she was gone—never seeing Lucius falling to his knees with pain etched across his features.
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Harry sat next to Hermione, stroking her hair out of her face. She hadn’t moved in days other than to take care of her basic needs. Draco and he had been trying to get her to eat at the very least, but nothing worked. When she wasn’t sleeping, she was staring out into nothing.
“The same?” Draco asked, rubbing his lover’s shoulder.
“Yes,” Harry whispered, his voice husky with emotion. “Nothing is working! If she keeps going like this…” He couldn’t finish what he was saying. “Draco, I-I don’t know what to do for her.”
“For the man that defeated a mad wizard you certainly have a defeatist attitude,” Severus Snape said as he entered the room. He looked down to the young woman, letting out a long sigh. “Lucius is little better than she is at the moment. Though I have to say I’ve been better about getting him to bathe and eat.” When the two younger wizards looked over to him, he muttered, “All right, so the house elves are taking care of him, but he might as well be a pet rock the way he is lying about.”
Severus went over to her, stroking her hair away from her face as he whispered to her, “Lucius is starving himself.”
Her eyes flickered over to him, but she said nothing.
“He’s heartbroken,” he told her. “Hard to fathom I know as he was the one to push you away, but allow me to tell you a story…”
“No.” It was Hermione’s hoarse voice that cut him off. “Please…no…I-I…” She let out a hiccupping sob. “He pushed me away…I’m not good enough…Will never be good enough for him…”
“Silly witch,” Severus said as he pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her. “Don’t you know better? Think!”
Hermione scowled at him. “I have been doing nothing but!”
“And you haven’t come to the correct answer yet?” He frowned. “Perhaps you aren’t the brightest witch of your age after all?”
Sitting up she snapped, “If you are the man with all the answers, perhaps you should inform me as to what I’m missing?”
Smiling to himself, Severus said, “You’re a potions mistress now, are you not?” She nodded. “Can you tell me what would happen if, let’s say, you combined the perfect mate potion with let’s say fire whiskey?”
She frowned. “He would become obsessed with his true mate. Consumed by the mere thought of them…” Hermione looked over to him. “And why am I explaining this to you, who more than likely knows this information better than I do?”
“Because, Miss Granger, the former Mrs. Malfoy gave her ex-husband a cocktail of fire whiskey and the perfect mate to Lucius in the hopes that he would dream of her so she could torture him for the rest of his days. Imagine her shock when he dreamt of you instead.”
“Me?” she asked weakly.
“Yes, you.” He laughed. “This is further proof that Lucius Malfoy is one of the luckiest wizards I know. He was expecting to go stark raving mad and there you show up in his study to resolve his dilemma.” His face went hard then. “Then the idiot had to go all Gryffindor and push you away for your own good!” He snorted. “What utter nonsense!”
“He…wants me?” she asked hesitantly.
“Wants you? Merlin, witch, he can’t live without you!”
Hermione got up and walked out of the room, whispering, “I need to bathe and eat something. Then I need to plan.”
Draco and Harry smiled as they both left the room. A minute or two later, Tonks spilled out of the floo, landing at Snape’s feet. Smiling up at him, she inquired, “So?”
“So what, nymph?” he asked her, pulling her to her feet. “I did as you asked. Now what?”
Smiling she kissed his mouth lightly, saying, “I was thinking that maybe you would like to…” She whispered the idea to him.
Blushing he threw her over his shoulder in a firemen’s lift, telling her, “That sounds worth looking into, but if this requires me to learn yoga for that position as well, I’m paddling your ass red this time.
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Chapter Five
Hermione stirred from her sleep. Stretching she discovered that she was in a bed. Caressing the expensive sheets, she wondered absently just where Lucius was. She sat up, but found that she was in the bedroom alone. Curiosity got the better of her and soon she wrapped the sheet around her body. She left the room, expecting to run across a house elf at the very least.
Hermione walked down the hallway, the cold flooring hurting her bare feet as she padded along. She saw the firelight flicker from under a door. Hermione opened it and slipped into the room once she saw who she was looking for. Lucius was sitting in a wingback chair with a brandy in his hand.
“You found me,” he murmured, looking over to her. “I would have thought you would be gone by now.”
Hermione frowned. “Why is that? Did I give you the impression that I was into running away like a little girl?”
He stood up, avoiding looking at her as he did so. “No, I thought you would be running away now that the potion has run its course.”
“You think that I’m that shallow?” she inquired, her arms crossing over her chest. Though whether it was out of temper or the pain that seemed to start in her soul at his new cold treatment of her, she didn’t know. “Never mind. Apparently you do.”
Hermione spun around and was on her way out of the room when he called out to her. “Stop.” When she stopped but didn’t turn around to face him, he let out a sigh. Getting up, he went over to her and spun her around. “I can’t have you leaving with my sheet. My neighbors might get the impression that you’re a house elf.”
Hermione resisted the urge to slap him. She dropped the sheet, stepping away from it and him. “I wouldn’t want that for you, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Come now. We’re past being so formal,” he drawled in an emotionless voice that made Hermione feel the dagger of his words all the more.
“That was me being informal,” she said coolly. “If I were being formal, I would have simply called you a jackass.”
Hermione was walking away from him, hearing as he was walking angrily behind her. He was still there when she found the floo, grabbing up the powder.
“Thanks for disabusing me of the impression that you can be a good man. Merlin knows I was wrong.” Stepping into the floo, she was gone—never seeing Lucius falling to his knees with pain etched across his features.
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Harry sat next to Hermione, stroking her hair out of her face. She hadn’t moved in days other than to take care of her basic needs. Draco and he had been trying to get her to eat at the very least, but nothing worked. When she wasn’t sleeping, she was staring out into nothing.
“The same?” Draco asked, rubbing his lover’s shoulder.
“Yes,” Harry whispered, his voice husky with emotion. “Nothing is working! If she keeps going like this…” He couldn’t finish what he was saying. “Draco, I-I don’t know what to do for her.”
“For the man that defeated a mad wizard you certainly have a defeatist attitude,” Severus Snape said as he entered the room. He looked down to the young woman, letting out a long sigh. “Lucius is little better than she is at the moment. Though I have to say I’ve been better about getting him to bathe and eat.” When the two younger wizards looked over to him, he muttered, “All right, so the house elves are taking care of him, but he might as well be a pet rock the way he is lying about.”
Severus went over to her, stroking her hair away from her face as he whispered to her, “Lucius is starving himself.”
Her eyes flickered over to him, but she said nothing.
“He’s heartbroken,” he told her. “Hard to fathom I know as he was the one to push you away, but allow me to tell you a story…”
“No.” It was Hermione’s hoarse voice that cut him off. “Please…no…I-I…” She let out a hiccupping sob. “He pushed me away…I’m not good enough…Will never be good enough for him…”
“Silly witch,” Severus said as he pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her. “Don’t you know better? Think!”
Hermione scowled at him. “I have been doing nothing but!”
“And you haven’t come to the correct answer yet?” He frowned. “Perhaps you aren’t the brightest witch of your age after all?”
Sitting up she snapped, “If you are the man with all the answers, perhaps you should inform me as to what I’m missing?”
Smiling to himself, Severus said, “You’re a potions mistress now, are you not?” She nodded. “Can you tell me what would happen if, let’s say, you combined the perfect mate potion with let’s say fire whiskey?”
She frowned. “He would become obsessed with his true mate. Consumed by the mere thought of them…” Hermione looked over to him. “And why am I explaining this to you, who more than likely knows this information better than I do?”
“Because, Miss Granger, the former Mrs. Malfoy gave her ex-husband a cocktail of fire whiskey and the perfect mate to Lucius in the hopes that he would dream of her so she could torture him for the rest of his days. Imagine her shock when he dreamt of you instead.”
“Me?” she asked weakly.
“Yes, you.” He laughed. “This is further proof that Lucius Malfoy is one of the luckiest wizards I know. He was expecting to go stark raving mad and there you show up in his study to resolve his dilemma.” His face went hard then. “Then the idiot had to go all Gryffindor and push you away for your own good!” He snorted. “What utter nonsense!”
“He…wants me?” she asked hesitantly.
“Wants you? Merlin, witch, he can’t live without you!”
Hermione got up and walked out of the room, whispering, “I need to bathe and eat something. Then I need to plan.”
Draco and Harry smiled as they both left the room. A minute or two later, Tonks spilled out of the floo, landing at Snape’s feet. Smiling up at him, she inquired, “So?”
“So what, nymph?” he asked her, pulling her to her feet. “I did as you asked. Now what?”
Smiling she kissed his mouth lightly, saying, “I was thinking that maybe you would like to…” She whispered the idea to him.
Blushing he threw her over his shoulder in a firemen’s lift, telling her, “That sounds worth looking into, but if this requires me to learn yoga for that position as well, I’m paddling your ass red this time.
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