Love of a Malfoy

Disclaimer: Sam Granger-Malfoy is mine. Everyone else belongs to J.K. Rowling; I am just borrowing them for my own evil deeds before returning them in relatively good condition.

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I won’t pretend that I’m not a little disappointed in the lack of reviews for last chapter; but I do know that this site wasn’t exactly in full working order at the time I posted.

MidnightLilly: No, Severus and Remus are not together. I am going to try and write just one story without slash present. As much as I would love for them to be together in this story, I have had had Severus’s love life in mind since I started the story, and he is very much straight for once.

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Chapter Five

Hermione was currently all alone in the massive mansion of the Malfoys in the French countryside; she had not been explicitly told why she would be alone for a few hours but it was not difficult for her to guess. After all, she had been jolted awake when she felt Lucius leap out of bed and to his feet this morning, a pained expression on his handsome face; she had not bothered to ask what was wrong, as her eyes had fallen on the blackened Dark Mark on his left forearm. The Dark Lord had called.

She was sat in the rocking chair in the bedroom, cuddling Sam at the moment; her mind wandering off elsewhere. Surely Lord Voldemort knew she was here by now; he had to know. Lucius was not exactly a brilliant Occlumens, and as good as Severus was; she felt that even he would not be able to block the Dark Lord out forever.

Would Voldemort come for her when he did find out?

Did he already know of her presence and was just biding his time like Severus thought?

What would happen when he did come? She felt sure that the Dark Lord would not let the chance of interrogating her or killing her pass by; she had, in the past, been very close to Harry, not to mention the fact that she had helped foil his plans on a couple of occasions.

Hermione carefully got to her feet; Sam still supported in her arms; she couldn’t sit up here all day.

…

“Good, good,” said Voldemort; a cruel smile on his face, as he observed the snivelling Death Eater at his feet. “You are all dismissed, except you, Lucius.”

Lucius stayed frozen to his spot, on the Dark Lord’s right; his eyes briefly catching the black one’s of Severus through their masks. He remained silent and still; his head bowed, as everyone else left the meeting hall, located from what he could see out of the window, in the Highlands of Scotland.

The Dark Lord stepped in front of Lucius, “Lucius,” he noticed that the blond did not raise his head. “Look at me, Lucius,” Lucius raised his head; his light grey eyes settling on the snakelike face of the Dark Lord. “You have been hiding something from me, Lucius.”

“My Lord?”

“Or rather, someone,” continued Voldemort; his scarlet eyes practically boring into Lucius’s skull. “A young mudblood, to be precise. A mudblood, from what I gather, you have recently had a child with. A mudblood, who was once friends with Harry Potter.”

Lucius tried in vain to keep all emotion out of his eyes; not that it would matter, Voldemort could see right through him anyway. However, as much as he would use the term ‘mudblood’, usually; he would throw the word around carelessly, in fact. But he did not like to hear it in relation to Hermione; after all, she had the true brilliance of a pureblooded witch, so he did not dwell on her lack of pure blood.

“Am I right, Lucius?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

Voldemort smirked, “Yes, I thought so… And what do you think I should do with this information, Lucius?”

Lucius breathed deeply before replying, “I think she should be given a chance, my Lord.”

“You do, do you?” replied the Dark Lord thoughtfully; his eyes unblinking, and never leaving Lucius’s. “Bring her with you next time. I will make my decision then.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Lucius finally wilted under the Dark Lord’s intense gaze; he had to blink and lower his eyes slightly.

“Did she come to be with you willingly?”

Lucius frowned slightly; but he nodded anyway, “Yes, my Lord. It did not take much to gain her trust.”

“Does Potter know of this affair?”

“I think so, my Lord. Hermione sent a letter of contempt to the Order a few weeks ago, the truth about our relationship was in it,” replied the blond carefully; he knew not to say too much, as the Dark Lord did not like his servants to ramble on when asked a question. He also did not like short one or two word or syllable answers. Either way, you had to be careful or you would receive the Cruciatus at point blank range.

“She has disassociated herself from the Order, then?”

“For now she has, my Lord.”

“Very well,” Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly at the man before him. “You can go.”

Lucius bowed slightly, finally dropping his gaze, “Thank you, my Lord.”

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When Lucius finally got back to his mansion in France, he was left standing in the doorway in shock. It looked as though a bomb had gone off in the entrance hall; as he looked around, he saw Severus emerging from a door to the right. “What happened here?”

Severus smirked, “It would appear that your son and mistress crossed paths.”

Lucius sighed; in the flurry of this morning’s call to the Dark Lord, he had completely forgotten to warn Hermione that Draco would be arriving today, “Would I be right in thinking that Hermione won?”

“You would be, yes,” Severus did not often look truly amused, but he really was right now. “I am sure Draco will come to, soon,” he let his eyes examine Lucius for a moment. “He did not want to punish you, then?”

Lucius shook his head, “No,” he closed the front door behind him. “He does, however, wish for Hermione’s presence next time he calls.”

“I thought as much,” said Severus; but before he could say anything more, Hermione came storming out of the same door that he had previously come from.

Upon seeing Lucius in the middle of his partially destroyed entrance hall, Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly, “Just in case you were wondering, my hexes actually hit their target. This is Draco’s mess,” she indicated to the mess around her. “He’s lucky I didn’t kill him,” with that said, she stormed off upstairs.

Lucius barely had time to blink at her retreating figure before she stopped at the top of the stairs and turned back to him.

“If your son goes anywhere near my son. I will kill him,” with that said Hermione headed off down the hallway.

Lucius sighed, he glanced at Severus who looked highly amused and as though he really wanted to say something, “So help me, Severus, if you say anything I will make you pay.”

“Lucius, you do take the fun out of life.”

“Shut up.”

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“I don’t think I heard you correctly, father. Did you just say you love her?”

Lucius sighed; he had known this would not be an easy conversation to have with his son when the time came, but Draco really was not making this very easy, “Yes, Draco. That is exactly what I said,” he and Draco were currently in the study under the stairs having this conversation. Hermione had not been seen since she had stormed off upstairs a couple of hours ago after the confrontation with Draco, and Severus was keeping Narcissa occupied elsewhere in the mansion. Lucius had a sneaking suspicion that his wife and his best friend were far more than just friends, but he had no right to say anything about it, considering his own affair. “And whether you like it or not, she will be sticking around.”

Draco was glaring at his father; he had been for a solid twenty minutes now, “But why her? She’s…” he wilted slightly at the look he was getting; his father knew exactly what he had been about to call her. “She’s the same age as I am, father.”

“She is actually nine months older than you are, Draco.”

“What about mother? Are you just going to throw her aside for some common mudblood!”

Lucius narrowed his eyes at the young man before him; they were so alike in appearance, but he dreaded to think that he had once had the very same attitude as his son. In fact, he still did to some extent, “I will throw you aside like a piece of rubbish if you insult Hermione in front me again. Are we understood?” Draco just sneered at him. “As for your mother… She knows about it; she has known since Hermione arrived here over a month ago.”

“I don’t believe you. Mother would never condone something like this, especially with someone like Granger.”

Lucius ran a hand through his hair, “Believe what you want, Draco, but I happen to know your mother better than you do. She and Hermione have been getting along quite well, in fact,” Draco still did not look convinced and the older Malfoy did not particularly feel like continuing this conversation. He got to his feet and fixed his son with a warning look. “If you wish to stay here, Draco, you will behave. If I hear a single thing about you hurting Hermione – and I assure you I will – I will not be held accountable for what she or I do to you,” he headed for the door, not bothering to wait for a reply. This little conversation had been bad enough, and he hadn’t even brought up the fact that he had had a child with Hermione.

…...

“Have you talked to him?”

“Yes.”

“Will he leave me alone?”

“Probably not, but let me know if he confronts you again.”

Hermione sighed and nodded, “All right… How did he take the knowledge of his half-brother?” she noticed that Lucius was resolutely keeping his back to her now. “You didn’t tell him about Sam, did you?”

Lucius turned back to the young woman glaring at him, “No, I didn’t.”

“But Lu-“

Lucius held up a hand to stop her from talking, “Hermione, he took the news of our relationship bad enough. I just… I want to give him a chance to get used to us before he learns about Sam. Please, just respect that.”

Hermione nodded, “Ok… As long as you don’t expect us to become friends or anything, because six years of childish taunting is a lot to get over.”

Lucius went over to the bed and sat down next to Hermione; he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her body, resting his head against hers, “If he tries anything stupid – and I am certain that he will – I know you are perfectly capable of taking care of him. I seem to recall a letter of complaint in your third year about you abusing his face.”

Hermione laughed quietly; she fondly recalled that memory, “Yes well, I was highly stressed out and he happened to push me over the edge. It was also your fault.”

“How so?”

“I only hit him because he was making fun of Hagrid, because of that hippogriff being executed on your order.”

Lucius smirked and nodded, “Would it matter at all if I said Narcissa would have killed me if I did not take action over our son being injured?”

“No, it really wouldn’t,” Hermione nuzzled her head against the blond’s neck. “Did he say anything else?”

“Only that he disapproves and that he doesn’t believe Narcissa would condone this.”

Hermione snorted, “Well, I’m fairly certain she is off bonking his Godfather at the moment, so it doesn’t really matter what he believes.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Hermione lifted her head so that she could look into Lucius’s eyes, “How did the meeting this morning go?” she felt Lucius’s grip on her tense slightly.

“It went quite smoothly…”

Hermione raised an eyebrow, it was clear he was hiding something from her, “He knows about us, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, he does.

“And?”

“And what?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Well, Lucius, I highly doubt the Dark Lord would approve of a pureblood of your standing shagging me.”

“Very true,” Lucius gently ran a hand up and down Hermione’s back as he spoke. “He has requested that you accompany me next time he calls,” he had never felt her body so tense before; not even on that day in the park where he had taken her by surprise and made it seem like he was going to kidnap. “I had been rather hoping that it would not come to that, but that was wishful thinking.”

Hermione sniffed and pressed her head against Lucius’s chest, “So…I should probably arrange my funeral before then?”

“Don’t talk like that, Hermione,” said Lucius sternly. “He did not torture me for keeping our relationship from his knowledge. There is every chance that he may actually let us both live.”

“And if he doesn’t? What’s going to happen to Sam?”

Lucius held the brunette tightly to his body, “I think perhaps we should make arrangements for our son, in case something does happen to us.”

“I’m scared, Lucius.”

Hermione had spoken so quietly that he had barely heard her tiny voice, muffled by his robes, “You’re not the only one…”

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Author’s Note: Yay! Another chapter! I think I might be getting better with this updating thing again! Plus, I also have only one more assignment and one more essay due this semester, so I’ll have a little more time to write.

Next Chapter: Remus’s visit (sorry I didn’t put that in this Chapter 5). Hermione faces Lord Voldemort for the first time. Draco finds out about Sam, and does his best to irritate his father and Hermione. Possibly some Harry/Order stuff as well.