Mystery of You

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Chapter Seven


Hermione was reading when the door opened and Lucius Malfoy walked in. He looked about, his eyes stopping on her. He was silent as he walked over and sat down on the bed next to her.


“I won’t make excuses,” he said, watching as she went back to reading her book. “Not even that I was drunk…”


“That much was obvious.”


He frowned. “I’m not even going to ask you how you knew...”


“I was downwind of you. Take a wild guess.”


Lucius grabbed the book from her and snapped, “I will not be ignored for the likes of…” He looked at the book. “What is this?”


“It’s a cookbook.”


He frowned. “That’s what house elves are for.” He tossed it. “Pay attention to me. I’m trying to be humble and apologize!”


“You? Humble?”


“I said I’m trying,” he said between gritted teeth.


Crossing her arms over her chest. “Well?”


He looked to the heavens and back to her. “You aren’t going to let this be easy, will you?”


She arched her brow at this, but said nothing.


“Of course not.” He took a deep breath, looking into her whiskey brown eyes. “I am sorry. I had no right to treat you in such a manner.” He looked away, muttering, “I was no better than a Weasley.”


“I’ll have you know with the exception of Ron, who’s a nitwit, the rest of the Weasley men are gentlemen.” She took a deep breath, sighing, “But seeing as you don’t know them all that well, I can understand why you could make such an error.”


“Oh I’m so happy for that,” he whispered acidly.


This only made her chuckle. Lucius seemed to relax at hearing her mirth. “So am I forgiven?”


“You’ve never been a saint,” she murmured.


He snorted. “Never.”


Her arms went tighter around herself, as she said, “You are what you are. Good, bad, or indifferent.”


“And your point?”


“My point is that I am struggling not to judge you as a backstabbing, black hearted, muggle born hating racist…”


“I got the point!” he exclaimed.


“And yet you are more than willing to judge me as the vestal virgin of Gryffindor!” She leapt from the bed. “That isn’t to say that I’m a slut either!”


“Whom have you slept with?” he growled.


“Where is that any of your business?” she demanded. “You are getting off the point! All I’m trying to say is that you are judging me!”


“Who. Was. It.”


“What does it matter?” she exclaimed.


In five quick strides he was around to the other side of the bed, had her up off of her feet and pinned to the wall. Hermione felt his hot breath at the curve of her neck even as his hard body pinned her thoroughly to the stonewall. What heat she loss due to the stone, she gained thanks to Lucius Malfoy. It was like being stuck between fire and ice. The contrasts made her shiver.


“Answer me,” he growled against her ear.


“Greyback.” Lucius caught her face, trying to make her look him in the eyes. “He…kept…touching…and licking…” Hermione’s shield went up, slamming him away from him. She slid to the floor, wrapping her arms around her legs that were folded in front of her chest like another shield. “He wanted to help break me. Soften me up. Fingering me…” She shuddered with revulsion. “They saved me, Ron and Harry, but Ron wouldn’t look at me afterwards.” She let out a hiccupping sob. “When I asked him, he said…he said that it looked like I was enjoying myself when they found me. Greyback had been choking me at the same time…”


“Sexual asphyxiation,” he muttered and she nodded.


“He started dating Luna soon there after. I-I felt at a loss. So I did something stupid.”


“What?”


“I slept with George Weasley. We were both drunk and lost and it happened. It was a mistake. The next morning was hell.” She wiped her stray tears away. “It’s nothing I’m proud of and this is the first time I’ve ever spoken about it.”


“Oh imp,” he sighed, watching as the shield vanished. He went over to her, taking her up into his arms. He cradled her as if she were the most delicate creature on earth. “You know I’m more than likely going to have to kill George Weasley now?”


“I already told him I’d hang him by his balls if he spoke of what happened between us.”


Lucius was silent a moment. “On second thought, I do believe that is the better threat.”


“Why do you care if I had lovers or not?” she asked him weakly.


He caressed her hair, as her head rested on his shoulder. “I wish I could tell you.”


Hermione lifted her head to look him in the eyes. “What…”


“I don’t know,” he answered her honestly. “I-I never felt this…” Lucius thought it over, trying to come up with the correct word. “Possessive…even towards my ex-wife.”


Hermione rested her head back onto his shoulder. “We’ll figure it out.”


He smiled to himself. “I’m sure we will.”


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Draco found Hermione napping in the sunroom. He walked up next to her, planning on startling her out of her sound sleep. Just as he was about to scare her, a hand clamped down on his shoulder. Jumping, he spun around to face his own father. He hushed his son, pulling him out of the room.


“Leave her be,” Lucius told him. “I will not have my student be disturbed while she is in training.”


“Training? She’s asleep!”


Rolling his eyes, he said, “You, Draco, need more training if you can’t tell a deep meditation from sleep.”


“She’s asleep,” he scoffed.


“Very well,” Lucius said stepping aside. “Do what you will.”


Draco went back over and was about to jolt her when her hand snapped out, grabbing his wrist. Yanking him down, her other hand caught a hold of his throat. Her eyes opened, looking deep into his fear filled ones.


“You are the father of Pansy’s baby, aren’t you?” She snorted. “So much for taste.”


And just as quickly as she had grabbed him, she released him. Draco stood up, shaking as he looked over to his father. His mouth opened and shut like a fish, but he ended up running out of the room. Hermione’s hand shot out again, this time palm up.


Laughing he went over and put the coins into her hand. She counted the money, saying, “What a windfall.” She looked over to him. “Care to join me for ice cream?” Hermione got to her feet. “I can hear the gossips already!” She took a few steps, but stopped and said, “I’m telling you that if I see Rita Skeeter not to be shocked if her plume finds an uncomfortable resting place on her person.”


Still smiling, he said, “Then I insist on taking you to this lovely little café.” He looped her arm around his. “The food is divine, the scenery is splended, and, best of all, Rita Skeeter was band from entering the establishment for life.”


Hermione frowned at this. “I won’t be able to afford…”


“A gentleman never allows a lady to pay.”


Smiling she took his arm and replied, “Well, if you insist.”


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