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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
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20
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20,430
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219
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter VII
Lovely Reviewers:
Shetan - Update is here.
HermioneMalfoyFan - Thank you. I am glad that you liked it. I hope it continues to meet your expectations.
Citten - As I may say again in the future, shit happens. I am glad that you enjoyed it. I hope this chapter is good. I always update as fast as I finish the chapters. If I wasn't to, I would obsess over it till I was Vigilant as Moody. You'd never red an update.
Jessie - Thank you for not spoiling anything.
Heidi191976 - He did put his foot in his mouth, didn't he? Hope he likes humble pie.
LadyVoldemort87 - Who (that is sane and in their right mind) doesn't love Tom Felton? Did you know that he can sing really well? You can listen to him on youtube. Try hohos. They are so much better than Twinkies, and they are CHOCOLATE. Americans love our junk food. I want to move to Britain! Wait no more.
meankitty69 - I am glad. The next chapter is here early as usual.
Lauriurix - I am glad. That chapter was great fun to write. I am glad that you found it vivid. I was hoping for that.
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As per my norm. Ready before I thought it would be, though it is quite short. Shorter than the others by a lot. It is a reflection of my current mood. I hope that you are not upset by it. It is rather depressing if I do say so. I am not fully happy with it, and I may repost it. I will let you know if I do.
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Hermione fell on her bed flinging her wand into the corner.
How could he do that? Say that word, that hateful, cruel word. It had slipped from his mouth almost without thought. Did he not know how much the word hurt? Did he not know what a hateful word it was?
She pounded her green pillow with her fists as her tears wetted others.
How had she allowed herself to have fun with him? How had she allowed herself to enjoy kissing him? He was as much of a monster now as he was in the future. He felt no compunction for actions, no guilt, no remorse.
She pounded the pillow again wishing it was Lu-MALFOY’s face.
She could not let him be Lucius if he would use that word. Lucius was human, a boy, someone who could make mistakes. He had to be Mal-ferret’s father, Voldemort’s loyal sycophant, malevolent death eater, someone who knew wrong and did it for entertainment. Mal-ferret's father only cared about one person, Lucius Malfoy!
She didn’t want to talk to him. She wouldn’t talk to him. She wouldn’t sit with him. She couldn't stand to think of looking at him.
She would get him for this. She was here in Slytherin house.
Hermione rose from her bed and walked calmly to where she’d flung her wand. She picked it up and stormed out of her room slamming the door behind her.
Severus walked up to her.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Hermione said, clenching her wand tightly in her fist.
“I won’t tell anyone,” he said in his quiet tone.
“Have you seen Lucius?”
“No, he’s not in yet.”
“Wait here,” Hermione said, anger still pulsing in her veins as she slipped across the common room into the boys’ hall. She stormed down the hallway. His door was at the very end of the corridor.
It burst open as she reached it. She stopped in the doorway when she felt the lines of power not allowing her to continue.
She looked at the finery of the room. The cover of his bed was a deep grey and the curtains that hung from it looked velvety and expensive. A silver handled mirror and hairbrush lay on the nightstand. The wardrobe door stood open and she could see the immaculately arranged clothing. She imagined using the sectumsempra spell to slice everything to pieces and the reducto curse to blow his bed to smithereens.
“Hermione, what are you doing?” a soft voice asked behind her.
Hermione lowered her wand as tears stung her eyes again. She spun to him.
“What did I do, Hermione?” Lucius asked. “We were having fun.”
Lucius stood there in the hallway. His face still had a handprint on it. His lovely robes that had been crisp and polished that morning were crusted by mud. Several leaves were sticking out of his soiled hair. His eyes were wide, and his mouth trembled a little causing the cut in his lip to ooze blood that ran against the mud smearing his face. The blood and mud mixed together.
Hermione focused on this. Mud and blood. Hermione looked at the floor after shaking her head at him.
She opened her mouth to say something, but she just walked around him instead.
“Hermione,” Lucius called, grabbing her wrist.
Hermione didn’t respond any more than jerking her wrist away.
Lucius snatched her in his arms and dragged her to his chest.
“Look at me!”
Hermione turned her head to look down the hallway toward the snakes' common room. A movement in the shadows caught her attention. Two shiny black eyes were watching them. She pushed against Lucius' chest.
“Let me go,” she said, pushing more forcefully but having no success in budging the solidly built male.
Lucius refused to let her go.
“Tell me what I did wrong!” he demanded, shaking her. “I thought we were having fun. Then you hit me after I ran into that stupid Gryffindor.”
“Let me go,” she said, not looking at him.
“No,” Lucius said as his eyes hardened. “Ouch!”
Lucius ripped back from her as a spell sliced his smooth unmarred skin. It felt as if a hippogriff’s talon had suddenly raked down the outside of his hand. He looked at his hand as blood spewed out of the thin gash. He looked down the hallway and saw a large group of various Slytherins watching the proceedings.
“PISS OFF!” he yelled. “If I hear a word of this out in the school—”
Lucius let his threat hang in the air. No one would mention a word of it. He cradled his hand to his chest. Any one of those Slytherins might have hexed him, but which one would dare? Which had the guts to mess with him?
Hermione was walking down the hall without looking back at him.
“This isn’t over, Hermione,” Lucius said as he watched her turn to enter the common room.
His hand hurt like the blazes. He would have to go see Madam Pomfrey for it. But he would clean up first; he wouldn’t have anyone else seeing him so filthy.
Hermione ignored him, and she walked into the corridor that led to her room. She opened the door to her room and walked in shutting the door quietly. She fell back against it and let tears flow and sobs wrench from her throat.
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I do ask absolution from your condemnation at my expunging some of my inner angst and emotional catharsis upon the world of Harry Potter. Lucius and Hermione probably didn't deserve this.
I hope the chapter was good. And that you will send a review. Hope to update soon.
Shetan - Update is here.
HermioneMalfoyFan - Thank you. I am glad that you liked it. I hope it continues to meet your expectations.
Citten - As I may say again in the future, shit happens. I am glad that you enjoyed it. I hope this chapter is good. I always update as fast as I finish the chapters. If I wasn't to, I would obsess over it till I was Vigilant as Moody. You'd never red an update.
Jessie - Thank you for not spoiling anything.
Heidi191976 - He did put his foot in his mouth, didn't he? Hope he likes humble pie.
LadyVoldemort87 - Who (that is sane and in their right mind) doesn't love Tom Felton? Did you know that he can sing really well? You can listen to him on youtube. Try hohos. They are so much better than Twinkies, and they are CHOCOLATE. Americans love our junk food. I want to move to Britain! Wait no more.
meankitty69 - I am glad. The next chapter is here early as usual.
Lauriurix - I am glad. That chapter was great fun to write. I am glad that you found it vivid. I was hoping for that.
*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*
As per my norm. Ready before I thought it would be, though it is quite short. Shorter than the others by a lot. It is a reflection of my current mood. I hope that you are not upset by it. It is rather depressing if I do say so. I am not fully happy with it, and I may repost it. I will let you know if I do.
*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*~-~*
Hermione fell on her bed flinging her wand into the corner.
How could he do that? Say that word, that hateful, cruel word. It had slipped from his mouth almost without thought. Did he not know how much the word hurt? Did he not know what a hateful word it was?
She pounded her green pillow with her fists as her tears wetted others.
How had she allowed herself to have fun with him? How had she allowed herself to enjoy kissing him? He was as much of a monster now as he was in the future. He felt no compunction for actions, no guilt, no remorse.
She pounded the pillow again wishing it was Lu-MALFOY’s face.
She could not let him be Lucius if he would use that word. Lucius was human, a boy, someone who could make mistakes. He had to be Mal-ferret’s father, Voldemort’s loyal sycophant, malevolent death eater, someone who knew wrong and did it for entertainment. Mal-ferret's father only cared about one person, Lucius Malfoy!
She didn’t want to talk to him. She wouldn’t talk to him. She wouldn’t sit with him. She couldn't stand to think of looking at him.
She would get him for this. She was here in Slytherin house.
Hermione rose from her bed and walked calmly to where she’d flung her wand. She picked it up and stormed out of her room slamming the door behind her.
Severus walked up to her.
“What happened?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Hermione said, clenching her wand tightly in her fist.
“I won’t tell anyone,” he said in his quiet tone.
“Have you seen Lucius?”
“No, he’s not in yet.”
“Wait here,” Hermione said, anger still pulsing in her veins as she slipped across the common room into the boys’ hall. She stormed down the hallway. His door was at the very end of the corridor.
It burst open as she reached it. She stopped in the doorway when she felt the lines of power not allowing her to continue.
She looked at the finery of the room. The cover of his bed was a deep grey and the curtains that hung from it looked velvety and expensive. A silver handled mirror and hairbrush lay on the nightstand. The wardrobe door stood open and she could see the immaculately arranged clothing. She imagined using the sectumsempra spell to slice everything to pieces and the reducto curse to blow his bed to smithereens.
“Hermione, what are you doing?” a soft voice asked behind her.
Hermione lowered her wand as tears stung her eyes again. She spun to him.
“What did I do, Hermione?” Lucius asked. “We were having fun.”
Lucius stood there in the hallway. His face still had a handprint on it. His lovely robes that had been crisp and polished that morning were crusted by mud. Several leaves were sticking out of his soiled hair. His eyes were wide, and his mouth trembled a little causing the cut in his lip to ooze blood that ran against the mud smearing his face. The blood and mud mixed together.
Hermione focused on this. Mud and blood. Hermione looked at the floor after shaking her head at him.
She opened her mouth to say something, but she just walked around him instead.
“Hermione,” Lucius called, grabbing her wrist.
Hermione didn’t respond any more than jerking her wrist away.
Lucius snatched her in his arms and dragged her to his chest.
“Look at me!”
Hermione turned her head to look down the hallway toward the snakes' common room. A movement in the shadows caught her attention. Two shiny black eyes were watching them. She pushed against Lucius' chest.
“Let me go,” she said, pushing more forcefully but having no success in budging the solidly built male.
Lucius refused to let her go.
“Tell me what I did wrong!” he demanded, shaking her. “I thought we were having fun. Then you hit me after I ran into that stupid Gryffindor.”
“Let me go,” she said, not looking at him.
“No,” Lucius said as his eyes hardened. “Ouch!”
Lucius ripped back from her as a spell sliced his smooth unmarred skin. It felt as if a hippogriff’s talon had suddenly raked down the outside of his hand. He looked at his hand as blood spewed out of the thin gash. He looked down the hallway and saw a large group of various Slytherins watching the proceedings.
“PISS OFF!” he yelled. “If I hear a word of this out in the school—”
Lucius let his threat hang in the air. No one would mention a word of it. He cradled his hand to his chest. Any one of those Slytherins might have hexed him, but which one would dare? Which had the guts to mess with him?
Hermione was walking down the hall without looking back at him.
“This isn’t over, Hermione,” Lucius said as he watched her turn to enter the common room.
His hand hurt like the blazes. He would have to go see Madam Pomfrey for it. But he would clean up first; he wouldn’t have anyone else seeing him so filthy.
Hermione ignored him, and she walked into the corridor that led to her room. She opened the door to her room and walked in shutting the door quietly. She fell back against it and let tears flow and sobs wrench from her throat.
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I do ask absolution from your condemnation at my expunging some of my inner angst and emotional catharsis upon the world of Harry Potter. Lucius and Hermione probably didn't deserve this.
I hope the chapter was good. And that you will send a review. Hope to update soon.