The legacy of the Diary

Legacy of the diary
By Luciusfan

Chapter 7 – Lucius’ Ruse

The door handle to the room of requirement turned. Instantly, Hermione jumped up from her new lover, a frantic look on her face.

“Alohomora!” Toiceoice was female and stern but the door did not move.

Lucius jumped this time, pulling his wand from the end of his walking cane propped against the wall and cleaning them with a flick of the wrist and an incantation. Now a frenetic banging on the door began as Hermione and Lucius dressed quickly.

“Mr Malfoy, please open the door!”

“Just a moment! My interview is not over!” He shouted back, buttoning his shirt.
He beckoned Hermione over to the chair in front of the desk. She put on her cloak that had been tossed on the back of the chair and sat down.

“This is Professor McGonagall, I demand to see Professor Granger!”

Lucius flashed a glance at Hermione. “Cry!” He whispered.

“What?”

Sensing her misunderstanding Lucius decided to change his tack. He glared at her, raising his voice. “So, you little slut, you think you can seduce anyone? You will realise what a big mistake you have made – mudblood!” His face was like thunder, his stare ferocious. Malice flashing with every word. The Malfoy charm was gone and in its place a death eater had materialised.

Mudblood!? What did he mean by calling her that after what had been the most meaningful experience of her life? Tears welled in her eyes as she sat slumped in the chair.

“Yes, go on – cry. Muggle born whore!”

“Mr Malfoy – I really must insist. Remove the dark magic wards on the door this instant!”

“Oh, very well professor!” He strode to the door raising his wand. A tear rolled down Hermione’s cheek. He released the wards on the door and a thin lipped Professor McGonagall pushed past him and over to a crying Hermione.

“I’m quite finished with her anyway!” His voice was cold and arrogant and he turned his back as Minerva McGonagall raised the sobbing Hermione to her feet and with an arm around her, ushered her to the door. Hermione looked back over her shoulder, back into the room, but was faced with only a robed back and a head of blonde hair.

“Monster!” Muttered Professor McGonagall. “Come my dear, lets get you out of here!”

~~~xx~~~

Hermione lay awake that night thinking about the events of the last few days, first Severus and now Lucius, pulling her into their web of seduction then cutting her off brutally. She had been taken in completely by both of them. But Lucius had turned her world upside down. He had made her feel alive and had touched her soul. She had thought that he had felt the same but he had brushed her off like a speck of dust on his perfect silk shirt. He had toyed with her, he had known she was fragile, had plied her with alcohol and taken advantage of her. Maybe he had even used dark magic on her – it must have given him such a kick to use a muggle-born in this way.

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Lucius Malfoy also lay awake in his bed in a guest room in the south wing of the castle. He had insisted with Dumbledore that his investigations were not over and he must remain at the school until he was satisfied.

Satisfied. He had certainly been satisfied tonight. For the first time in a long time, sex had been meaningful, genuine and yes, satisfying. What was it about this witch? She wasn’t pureblood, yet the merest glance from her set his pulse racing and the slightest touch set his skin on fire.

He sat up. He must go to her. No. Damn. They would be watching her. At least, thanks to his little ruse they wouldn’t suspect that their meeting had been anything other than a formal interrogation. No. He must arrange another ‘interview’ tomorrow. He had to see her.

He lay back again, blonde hair splayed out on the pillow, thinking about her divine body. Long, toned, creamy limbs, firm full breasts with dark, defined nipples. He could feel his whole body tingle, naked under the cool cotton sheet. Before he knew it his hand went to his pulsating groin and closing his eyes he was once again with Hermione.

~~~xx~~~

As Hermione and Lucius lay in their separate beds, a group had assembled in Dumbledore’s study.
“so it’s over between you?” Dumbledore looked sadly into the face of Severus Snape.

“Yes, I think its best, in light of the investigation.” Severus’ tone betrayed his true feelings and Minerva McGonagall and the headmaster exchanged glances.

“Surely Hermione would have told Lucius that it was over. Why does he want to stay on?” McGonagall looked puzzled.

Severus spoke almost inaudibly. “Maybe he has a different agenda…” Dumbledore interrupted Severus’ mumbling before McGonagall had an opportunity to pick up on his meaning. “How is Professor Granger now, Minerva?”

“She’s fine. She seemed shaken by the interview. The things that man was shouting at her..! Poor thing.”

“What exactly did you hear, Minerva?” Enquired Dumbledore.

“Well…” she was hesitant, “…I couldn’t hear every exchange, but I heard words like ‘mudblood’ and ‘whore’ being used. And she was crying when I went in – I think he’d given her a hard time!”

Severus seemed almost happy at this news, maybe his worst fears had been wrong. But Lucius was his old ‘friend’ and he wouldn’t put anything past him.

“At least we can keep an eye on Malfoy if he’s in the school.” Severus muttered.

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The next morning Hermione headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Around midnight she had finally decided to use some of the sleeping potion Minerva had got her from Poppy Pomfrey and she drifted off into a dreamless sleep waking feeling refreshed.

She hadn’t decided how she was going to act when she went into the hall but was visibly taken aback when she found Severus at the top table talking amicably to Lucius Malfoy. She blanched and contemplated a fast exit from the hall before they caught sight of her. She was turning to go when a voice from further along the top table called over to her.

“Hermione, I haven’t seen you for ages!” she looked past Severus and Lucius to see none other than Remus Lupin.