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Chapter VI
Lovely Reviewers:
meankitty69 - Wait! Sorry, but you will be waiting. Like everyone else.
LadyJMarie - I hope it goes well too. Enjoy the story!
happybunny - I'm not fifteen. I'm old! 20! Harry did a lot of growing up at the end of Book Seven, and I think that he would handle it well as opposed to Ron who always struck me as a hot head. She has no idea what is going on around her.
Ashley - You'll see what I've got in store. The people in my classes need to replace the captains of their brainships because they are drunk at the wheel.
Voracious Reader - Ron is a hot head. Books four and seven illustrate his temper amply.
Lauriurix - Ronald was naughty to suggest that. Lucius had to give him a curse for that. Lucius is way too hot to have to force a woman to bed him. Blonde hair...grey eyes...broad shoulders and chest...sexy voice...I've lost my train of thought.
andarte - You have no idea.
Heidi191976 - I accidentally deleted your review. *wails* I didn't mean to. I was trying to just select the page so I could scroll and I hit the BAD, EVIL BUTTON!
maddie50 - Harry was very grown up at the end of Book Seven...so I felt he could be rational about this as well.
HermioneMalfoyFan - Hey, you review both stories...if it takes a little while, I am patient. I love that you review both.
I think Ron is a hothead and gets what he deserves. But I think that perhaps I was picking on him a bit.
House-frau is not horribly common, but I imagine that Lucius would be fluent in at least two other languages beyond English. I picked German and French...his name is French, and German is just cool! English is a Germanic language!
Avanell - Of course.
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Hope that this will be enjoyable. I'm livid right now. My roommate needs to forced to take a house cleaning course. *holds pillow over face and screams* Still not better. Speaking of Roomie...she just showed up.
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After the two uninvited houseguests had been removed and the wards around the estate reapplied, Lucius went to his study.
“Nelly,” he called into the emptiness of the room as he sank down in the comfortable green chair behind his desk. He put his head in his hand.
A tiny, elderly green-eyed house elf appeared in the room.
“What can Nelly get for Master?” the older elf asked, bowing her head a little to Lucius.
She looked him over critically. He was her little boy more than he’d been Abraxas’ baby. She’d gone to him when he cried in the night, changed his diapers, fixed his hurts, and made his bottles.
“A glass of firewhiskey, please,” he said not looking at the elf as he ran his hands over his desk and tried not to think about the female that was in his bed, how long he’d wanted that particular female in his bed.
“Master,” Nelly said, frowning a little at him.
“Please, Nelly,” Lucius said, shutting his eyes.
Nelly winked out and back a moment later with a round crystal glass full of the requested beverage. She placed it on the desk before her Master.
“Has Master Lucius been successful?” Nelly chanced to ask, placing a gnarled hand on Lucius’ knee.
“The Dark Lord is no more thanks to Mr. Potter,” Lucius answered, taking a sip of firewhiskey after placing his cane on the desk.
“Nelly meant with young mistress in Master’s bed, Master’s sweetheart,” Nelly said, boldly squeezing her Master’s knee. “Nelly never doubted Master would bring he-who-must-not-be-named to an end.”
“Thank you, Nelly,” Lucius said, jerking from the elf’s touch.
“Nelly will be retiring for the night if there is nothing else she can do for Master,” Nelly said, backing away. She knew that her Master needed time alone.
“That will be fine, Nelly,” Lucius said, reaching out and patting the elf’s head. “I’m sorry for what happened to your son.”
“That wasn’t Master’s fault. Master doesn’t need to blame himself for what Miss Bellatrix did to Nelly’s son.”
Nelly winked out of the room, and seconds later a large bottle of Ogden’s Old appeared on the desk before him.
“Father,” Draco called from the door.
“Come in,” Lucius called.
“What’s up with you and Granger?” he asked.
“Miss Granger,” Lucius corrected pouring another glass of the liquor. “Do you remember me telling your mother once that another woman should have borne you to me?”
Lucius looked into the glass before downing it in one gulp and pouring another.
“Yeah, it was when I was five. Mother wanted to throw a ball and redecorate the manor and you said it was a waste of money. It was a big fight that ended with that statement and Mum in tears,” Draco said, and his eyebrows crinkled in puzzlement. “What does that have to do with Gra—Miss Granger?”
“After I sent you home,” Lucius said, staring into his glass of firewhiskey. “I went to find Miss Granger.”
Lucius downed another glass of the liquor and poured another before he continued with the story.
“You weren’t angry with her, father,” Draco asked after his father finished the tale and the whiskey.
“Of course, I was,” Lucius said, lifting the bottle to pour another. Only a few drops of firewhiskey came out. Lucius frowned at the bottle and lifted the glass to frown sadly at it. “In a way, I want to strangle her right now,” he nodded, “but it’s difficult to be angry with someone who pushed me out of the way of an unknown dark spell cast by a mad woman. No more firewhiskey. It’s difficult to see her helpless and know that it should have been me. I want more firewhiskey, Draco.”
“No more firewhiskey tonight, father. Uncle Severus needs us to help end the spell on Hermione.”
“Yes, then she can run away from me again,” Lucius said, hurling the empty bottle at the fireplace. “I should just let her go. It’s not fair. I’m Lucius Malfoy.”
Draco leapt to his feet.
“Father, I think that you need to get some rest,” Draco said, slipping around to stand at his father’s side.
“Not tired,” Lucius said, pulling his arm from Draco’s grasp.
“Spinks,” Draco called.
A blue-eyed elf appeared in the study.
“Father, needs to get some rest, and he is being unruly.”
“Spinks will help with Master,” Spinks said, levitating Lucius with a snap of his fingers.
“Put me down!” Lucius slurred as he was levitated from the office. “I need to hell-p S-sev-verus-s.”
“I’ll see if Uncle Severus has any Sober-Up Potion,” Draco said, running down the hallway.
Spinks levitated Lucius toward Narcissa’s old rooms and opened the doors with a wave of his free hand.
“Take me to my room. I want to be in my bed. With-with Hermione,” Lucius said as he was lowered onto Narcissa’s bed. Lucius kicked at the covers and threw the pillows. “I want to be in my bed.”
He stood and wobbled about clutching his head.
“Stand still,” he said, pointing a finger at Spinks. “All of five of you.”
“Only Spinks here, Master,” Spinks said. “Nelly shouldn’t have given you that bottle. Was naughty of her.”
“Nelly is good to me. She knows what’s best,” Lucius said, stumbling out of Narcissa’s room and across the hall to his door. “Open, open. Open Door.”
“Father, Uncle Severus only has a Hangover-remedy for tomorrow,” Draco said, watching his drunken father tap on the door he had warded maybe an hour earlier.
“I should get my wand,” Lucius said, stumbling down the hallway.
“Spinks, Uncle Severus will not be amused by father in this state.”
“Master wants be with young lady.”
“Let him,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. The elves were so old-fashioned.
Lucius stumbled back with his cane in his hand.
“Not appropriate,” Spinks said, jamming his hands on his hips.
“I’ll stay with them and make sure he sleeps, but he won’t be content in another room.”
Lucius lowered the wards on the door and went in shutting the door quietly before re-warding it.
“Not appropriate.”
“Where’s father?” Draco asked.
“No supervision!” Lucius yelled. “I’m a big boy!”
Draco touched the door. He yelped and pulled back as his hand shriveled to look like an old man’s. His hand quickly resumed its youthful appearance when he released the handle.
Lucius waved his wand as he wobbled behind his bedroom door.
After the silencing spell was cast, he dropped the wand and cane on the floor and struggled free of the robes. Leaving them where they fell. He had just dropped his shirt when he heard a clunk that he stopped in removing his clothes. He looked down and tried to focus and find the source of the noise. He stooped and tried twice before he managed to grab the death eater mask. He squinted at it before he flung it toward the fireplace.
“Bad mask,” he said, before shoving his pants down.
In only a pair of green cotton boxers, he climbed up next to Hermione and crawled under the covers to press up close to her. He lifted her and settled her between his legs and placed her head on his chest over his heart while petting her hair.
“I love you,” Lucius said, before snuggling Hermione tighter and sliding down against the pillows while hugging Hermione.
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Hope y'all enjoyed it. No promises for the other story to be updates tonight. My hands are going wonky, because I just had to do all the house work again...thank my roommate. I just vacuumed, swept the kitchen and front porch, wiped off the counters, and cleaned the bathroom. I'm not in my happy place. I'm too damn passive aggressive like my mother when it comes to people doing things I don't like. I just fix it myself.
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meankitty69 - Wait! Sorry, but you will be waiting. Like everyone else.
LadyJMarie - I hope it goes well too. Enjoy the story!
happybunny - I'm not fifteen. I'm old! 20! Harry did a lot of growing up at the end of Book Seven, and I think that he would handle it well as opposed to Ron who always struck me as a hot head. She has no idea what is going on around her.
Ashley - You'll see what I've got in store. The people in my classes need to replace the captains of their brainships because they are drunk at the wheel.
Voracious Reader - Ron is a hot head. Books four and seven illustrate his temper amply.
Lauriurix - Ronald was naughty to suggest that. Lucius had to give him a curse for that. Lucius is way too hot to have to force a woman to bed him. Blonde hair...grey eyes...broad shoulders and chest...sexy voice...I've lost my train of thought.
andarte - You have no idea.
Heidi191976 - I accidentally deleted your review. *wails* I didn't mean to. I was trying to just select the page so I could scroll and I hit the BAD, EVIL BUTTON!
maddie50 - Harry was very grown up at the end of Book Seven...so I felt he could be rational about this as well.
HermioneMalfoyFan - Hey, you review both stories...if it takes a little while, I am patient. I love that you review both.
I think Ron is a hothead and gets what he deserves. But I think that perhaps I was picking on him a bit.
House-frau is not horribly common, but I imagine that Lucius would be fluent in at least two other languages beyond English. I picked German and French...his name is French, and German is just cool! English is a Germanic language!
Avanell - Of course.
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Hope that this will be enjoyable. I'm livid right now. My roommate needs to forced to take a house cleaning course. *holds pillow over face and screams* Still not better. Speaking of Roomie...she just showed up.
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After the two uninvited houseguests had been removed and the wards around the estate reapplied, Lucius went to his study.
“Nelly,” he called into the emptiness of the room as he sank down in the comfortable green chair behind his desk. He put his head in his hand.
A tiny, elderly green-eyed house elf appeared in the room.
“What can Nelly get for Master?” the older elf asked, bowing her head a little to Lucius.
She looked him over critically. He was her little boy more than he’d been Abraxas’ baby. She’d gone to him when he cried in the night, changed his diapers, fixed his hurts, and made his bottles.
“A glass of firewhiskey, please,” he said not looking at the elf as he ran his hands over his desk and tried not to think about the female that was in his bed, how long he’d wanted that particular female in his bed.
“Master,” Nelly said, frowning a little at him.
“Please, Nelly,” Lucius said, shutting his eyes.
Nelly winked out and back a moment later with a round crystal glass full of the requested beverage. She placed it on the desk before her Master.
“Has Master Lucius been successful?” Nelly chanced to ask, placing a gnarled hand on Lucius’ knee.
“The Dark Lord is no more thanks to Mr. Potter,” Lucius answered, taking a sip of firewhiskey after placing his cane on the desk.
“Nelly meant with young mistress in Master’s bed, Master’s sweetheart,” Nelly said, boldly squeezing her Master’s knee. “Nelly never doubted Master would bring he-who-must-not-be-named to an end.”
“Thank you, Nelly,” Lucius said, jerking from the elf’s touch.
“Nelly will be retiring for the night if there is nothing else she can do for Master,” Nelly said, backing away. She knew that her Master needed time alone.
“That will be fine, Nelly,” Lucius said, reaching out and patting the elf’s head. “I’m sorry for what happened to your son.”
“That wasn’t Master’s fault. Master doesn’t need to blame himself for what Miss Bellatrix did to Nelly’s son.”
Nelly winked out of the room, and seconds later a large bottle of Ogden’s Old appeared on the desk before him.
“Father,” Draco called from the door.
“Come in,” Lucius called.
“What’s up with you and Granger?” he asked.
“Miss Granger,” Lucius corrected pouring another glass of the liquor. “Do you remember me telling your mother once that another woman should have borne you to me?”
Lucius looked into the glass before downing it in one gulp and pouring another.
“Yeah, it was when I was five. Mother wanted to throw a ball and redecorate the manor and you said it was a waste of money. It was a big fight that ended with that statement and Mum in tears,” Draco said, and his eyebrows crinkled in puzzlement. “What does that have to do with Gra—Miss Granger?”
“After I sent you home,” Lucius said, staring into his glass of firewhiskey. “I went to find Miss Granger.”
Lucius downed another glass of the liquor and poured another before he continued with the story.
“You weren’t angry with her, father,” Draco asked after his father finished the tale and the whiskey.
“Of course, I was,” Lucius said, lifting the bottle to pour another. Only a few drops of firewhiskey came out. Lucius frowned at the bottle and lifted the glass to frown sadly at it. “In a way, I want to strangle her right now,” he nodded, “but it’s difficult to be angry with someone who pushed me out of the way of an unknown dark spell cast by a mad woman. No more firewhiskey. It’s difficult to see her helpless and know that it should have been me. I want more firewhiskey, Draco.”
“No more firewhiskey tonight, father. Uncle Severus needs us to help end the spell on Hermione.”
“Yes, then she can run away from me again,” Lucius said, hurling the empty bottle at the fireplace. “I should just let her go. It’s not fair. I’m Lucius Malfoy.”
Draco leapt to his feet.
“Father, I think that you need to get some rest,” Draco said, slipping around to stand at his father’s side.
“Not tired,” Lucius said, pulling his arm from Draco’s grasp.
“Spinks,” Draco called.
A blue-eyed elf appeared in the study.
“Father, needs to get some rest, and he is being unruly.”
“Spinks will help with Master,” Spinks said, levitating Lucius with a snap of his fingers.
“Put me down!” Lucius slurred as he was levitated from the office. “I need to hell-p S-sev-verus-s.”
“I’ll see if Uncle Severus has any Sober-Up Potion,” Draco said, running down the hallway.
Spinks levitated Lucius toward Narcissa’s old rooms and opened the doors with a wave of his free hand.
“Take me to my room. I want to be in my bed. With-with Hermione,” Lucius said as he was lowered onto Narcissa’s bed. Lucius kicked at the covers and threw the pillows. “I want to be in my bed.”
He stood and wobbled about clutching his head.
“Stand still,” he said, pointing a finger at Spinks. “All of five of you.”
“Only Spinks here, Master,” Spinks said. “Nelly shouldn’t have given you that bottle. Was naughty of her.”
“Nelly is good to me. She knows what’s best,” Lucius said, stumbling out of Narcissa’s room and across the hall to his door. “Open, open. Open Door.”
“Father, Uncle Severus only has a Hangover-remedy for tomorrow,” Draco said, watching his drunken father tap on the door he had warded maybe an hour earlier.
“I should get my wand,” Lucius said, stumbling down the hallway.
“Spinks, Uncle Severus will not be amused by father in this state.”
“Master wants be with young lady.”
“Let him,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. The elves were so old-fashioned.
Lucius stumbled back with his cane in his hand.
“Not appropriate,” Spinks said, jamming his hands on his hips.
“I’ll stay with them and make sure he sleeps, but he won’t be content in another room.”
Lucius lowered the wards on the door and went in shutting the door quietly before re-warding it.
“Not appropriate.”
“Where’s father?” Draco asked.
“No supervision!” Lucius yelled. “I’m a big boy!”
Draco touched the door. He yelped and pulled back as his hand shriveled to look like an old man’s. His hand quickly resumed its youthful appearance when he released the handle.
Lucius waved his wand as he wobbled behind his bedroom door.
After the silencing spell was cast, he dropped the wand and cane on the floor and struggled free of the robes. Leaving them where they fell. He had just dropped his shirt when he heard a clunk that he stopped in removing his clothes. He looked down and tried to focus and find the source of the noise. He stooped and tried twice before he managed to grab the death eater mask. He squinted at it before he flung it toward the fireplace.
“Bad mask,” he said, before shoving his pants down.
In only a pair of green cotton boxers, he climbed up next to Hermione and crawled under the covers to press up close to her. He lifted her and settled her between his legs and placed her head on his chest over his heart while petting her hair.
“I love you,” Lucius said, before snuggling Hermione tighter and sliding down against the pillows while hugging Hermione.
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Hope y'all enjoyed it. No promises for the other story to be updates tonight. My hands are going wonky, because I just had to do all the house work again...thank my roommate. I just vacuumed, swept the kitchen and front porch, wiped off the counters, and cleaned the bathroom. I'm not in my happy place. I'm too damn passive aggressive like my mother when it comes to people doing things I don't like. I just fix it myself.
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