The End Is The Beginning Is The End

Lucius ignored his impatient son.

‘You mean to tell me that you have Hermione Granger, and you refuse to let me see her?’

He took a careful sip of tea, choosing instead to turn the page of his novel.

His son grew louder and louder, stomping angrily.

Lucius was pleased that his son showed no fear before him, but he would not tolerate his insolence.  He repeated his order, ‘You are to take your soldiers and move south.  You shall receive orders shortly.’

He did not raise his voice.  And took a delicate sip.

It was a light, acidic tea.  Not many enjoyed it. 

‘I am going to get a little revenge,’ He spat, turning on his heel.

‘Draco, you may have all the revenge you desire after I finish with her.’  He paused, ‘Now I shall not ask you again.’

His son was glaring at him, he knew.  Lucius glanced up to see him bow stiffly before apparating away.

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Hermione lay still.

At some point during the day—or night, because who really knew what the time was?—a little house elf appeared and blindfolded her.  She did not even bother asking it questions because she did not want it to reveal information and then hurt his self.

She must have dozed off, because a light drawl jerked her awake.

‘Ms. Granger…welcome.’

Her heart was pounding and she tried her best to remain calm.  Alert. 

She turned her head in the direction of the voice.  She did not recognize it, but it was oddly familiar. 

‘Why thank you,’ she managed with false bravado.  Her heart was about to pound a whole in her chest, it was beating so hard, ‘And y-you might be?’

Should not have stammered…

There was movement.  The soft click of heeled boots.  She tried not to tremble.

‘I’m offended, that Ms. Granger herself should forget me…but then your kind was never known for anything other than its faults.  Tell me, did you cheat your way through school just as you stole your magic?  It’s almost slytherin.’  He paused, ‘but for the blood, of course.’

Malfoy?

She had to bite her tongue.  Was it Draco Malfoy?  Or another Malfoy?  It certainly couldn’t be Mr. Malfoy but she was open to any possibility.

‘Tell me the location of the Weasley’s.’

‘When hell freezes over.’ She snapped back.

There were more footsteps.

‘You’ll find I can be very…persuasive.’ 

If Hermione could, she would have cringed…  But she could not.  She was tied down.  Blind.

Fingers, light and smooth, glided up her arm.  She went still.

Because the reality of her situation was sinking in.  Hestia had been a girl.  A straight girl.

But whoever this man was…

He could hurt her in unimaginable ways.

Ways that only a man could.

She forced herself to take a deep breath.

Calm down.

It will be okay.

You will get out of here.

Stay strong.

Fingers were dangerously close to her breasts, and her self-talk vanished.  Her mind was blank.  She was aware only of those fingers, and how close they were to her right nipple.

Tick…tock….

Tick…tock…

Just when she thought that he was going to cup her breast, he pulled his hand back.

‘Think about it, Ms. Granger.’  He continued in that same cool, polite, smooth voice. 

It wasn’t until she heard the lock of the door click in place that she realized she had been holding her breath.

Hermione breathed deep. 

And clenched her fists.  She’d been trembling like a leaf.

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