Breakin\' Up A Heart Of Stone
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,443
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter that is J.K. Rowling's honor. Making no money, just enjoying writing.
Breakin' Up A Heart Of Stone
misery she loves you
you're her company
silent nights you wonder
why you cannot sleep
“Lucius, please. You’re the only one she even remotely listens to anymore. She blows Uncle Harry off and Aunt Ginny reminds her too much of Dad. She locks herself in her room and cries every time she sees her.”
“Rose, she barely listens to me. The fact she moved into the manor was a huge concession on her part. I’ll not push her to stop grieving,” Lucius said, looking at her over the top of a ledger.
“Grieving would be fine but this isn’t normal. She’s wasting away. She only eats if you or I happen to be there. Maybe it’s selfish but I’d like at least one of my parents to be at my wedding.”
“It isn’t selfish, Rose. It’s human. However, there is only so much I can do.”
Hermione’s daughter was worried about her enough to postpone her wedding to his grandson. She tried to be happy and light for Rose when they were discussing the final plans for the wedding but her smile never quite touched her eyes. If he could see it he was certain her daughter could. That was one of the things that had brought the young woman to his office in the middle of the day.
Rose sighed and braced her hands on his desk. “I know that, Lucius. I’m grateful for all the help you’ve given us in this situation, truly I am.”
“It’s nothing,” he said, uncomfortably waving away her thanks. He still wasn’t quite used to people thanking him for something instead of cursing him. “You’ll be family soon.”
“It isn’t nothing to me,” Rose said firmly. In that moment Lucius could see her mother as she had been during her Hogwarts days in her. “Just please do what you can for her.”
“You know I will, Rose.”
“Thank you. It’s all I can ask,” she said, turning and going out the door.
Lucius closed the ledger and wandered over to one of the windows, thinking about his promise to do what he could for Hermione. He wasn’t sure what more he could do. He’d watched over her for weeks now. The grim specter she was currently bore absolutely no resemblance to the idealistic and fiery young woman he’d come to know while she’d attended school with his son. She was hollow eyed and far more haunted than any castle in the moors had ever dreamed of being. The house elves had informed him of her inclination to wander the corridors of the manor in her nightdress during the wee hours of morning. He had wondered vaguely if she were a ghost come to haunt the manor halls the first time he’d seen her that way.
He understood grieving on the level she was doing. He had gone through these stages himself after Narcissa had died and still felt those twinges of loneliness with her gone even after so many years. But Rose was completely right, this was in no way normal.
“Tea!” he called out. Within seconds the little house elf had popped into the room.
“Yes, Master?”
“Have you seen Rose’s mother?”
“The Mistress left the house early this morning, Master,” Tea said.
Lucius shook his head. The whole lot of his house elves had taken to calling Hermione the Mistress. Gods only knew why but he couldn’t seem to get them to stop doing so.
“Dear gods, I’m losing control of my own house,” he grumbled to himself. “Thank you, Tea.”
The house elf curtsied to him before asking, “Will the Master and Mistress be wanting luncheon?”
“Yes, that will be fine.”
“Tea will goes and tells Crumpet two for luncheon,” she said before scurrying off.
Lucius frowned. He knew exactly where Hermione would be and simply apparated there. He thought he’d seen quite enough of the lonely little grave yard near the Weasley homestead. Hermione didn’t bother to turn around when he approached.
well, I've seen you standing there
but you stand alone
“I take it Rose sent you,” she said.
“She seems to be under the misguided impression that I have some influence over you.”
Hermione smiled a little but it never quite touched her eyes. “I’m so confused. Some times I can’t stop crying and other times I’m so angry with him for leaving me this way. I know it makes no sense. But mostly I just feel cold. As though everything inside of me has turned to stone.”
***Mad Ramblings aka Author’s Notes***
The song used in this is Breakin’ Up A Heart Of Stone by Bang Tango.
you're her company
silent nights you wonder
why you cannot sleep
“Lucius, please. You’re the only one she even remotely listens to anymore. She blows Uncle Harry off and Aunt Ginny reminds her too much of Dad. She locks herself in her room and cries every time she sees her.”
“Rose, she barely listens to me. The fact she moved into the manor was a huge concession on her part. I’ll not push her to stop grieving,” Lucius said, looking at her over the top of a ledger.
“Grieving would be fine but this isn’t normal. She’s wasting away. She only eats if you or I happen to be there. Maybe it’s selfish but I’d like at least one of my parents to be at my wedding.”
“It isn’t selfish, Rose. It’s human. However, there is only so much I can do.”
Hermione’s daughter was worried about her enough to postpone her wedding to his grandson. She tried to be happy and light for Rose when they were discussing the final plans for the wedding but her smile never quite touched her eyes. If he could see it he was certain her daughter could. That was one of the things that had brought the young woman to his office in the middle of the day.
Rose sighed and braced her hands on his desk. “I know that, Lucius. I’m grateful for all the help you’ve given us in this situation, truly I am.”
“It’s nothing,” he said, uncomfortably waving away her thanks. He still wasn’t quite used to people thanking him for something instead of cursing him. “You’ll be family soon.”
“It isn’t nothing to me,” Rose said firmly. In that moment Lucius could see her mother as she had been during her Hogwarts days in her. “Just please do what you can for her.”
“You know I will, Rose.”
“Thank you. It’s all I can ask,” she said, turning and going out the door.
Lucius closed the ledger and wandered over to one of the windows, thinking about his promise to do what he could for Hermione. He wasn’t sure what more he could do. He’d watched over her for weeks now. The grim specter she was currently bore absolutely no resemblance to the idealistic and fiery young woman he’d come to know while she’d attended school with his son. She was hollow eyed and far more haunted than any castle in the moors had ever dreamed of being. The house elves had informed him of her inclination to wander the corridors of the manor in her nightdress during the wee hours of morning. He had wondered vaguely if she were a ghost come to haunt the manor halls the first time he’d seen her that way.
He understood grieving on the level she was doing. He had gone through these stages himself after Narcissa had died and still felt those twinges of loneliness with her gone even after so many years. But Rose was completely right, this was in no way normal.
“Tea!” he called out. Within seconds the little house elf had popped into the room.
“Yes, Master?”
“Have you seen Rose’s mother?”
“The Mistress left the house early this morning, Master,” Tea said.
Lucius shook his head. The whole lot of his house elves had taken to calling Hermione the Mistress. Gods only knew why but he couldn’t seem to get them to stop doing so.
“Dear gods, I’m losing control of my own house,” he grumbled to himself. “Thank you, Tea.”
The house elf curtsied to him before asking, “Will the Master and Mistress be wanting luncheon?”
“Yes, that will be fine.”
“Tea will goes and tells Crumpet two for luncheon,” she said before scurrying off.
Lucius frowned. He knew exactly where Hermione would be and simply apparated there. He thought he’d seen quite enough of the lonely little grave yard near the Weasley homestead. Hermione didn’t bother to turn around when he approached.
well, I've seen you standing there
but you stand alone
“I take it Rose sent you,” she said.
“She seems to be under the misguided impression that I have some influence over you.”
Hermione smiled a little but it never quite touched her eyes. “I’m so confused. Some times I can’t stop crying and other times I’m so angry with him for leaving me this way. I know it makes no sense. But mostly I just feel cold. As though everything inside of me has turned to stone.”
***Mad Ramblings aka Author’s Notes***
The song used in this is Breakin’ Up A Heart Of Stone by Bang Tango.