Chapter One


(A/N::: This is my first Lucius/Hermione pairing, and I'm not entirely sure how it is going to work out. I would like to say that I will accept constructive criticism but NOT flames. If you don't like it, quit reading it. This couple is just as stubborn if not more so than Snape/Hermione Pairings. I will attempt to fiddle around with my other story that i started forever ago but never got around to, but for now this is my primary concern. Any thoughts or plot ideas are welcome because this story is not completely planned out by ANY means. Uhmm Oh, ratings - language/sexual situations, that sort of thing will probably be in later chapters, you have been warned!... Okay on with the story, reviews are very much wanted!!)

Disclaimer: Not mine, wish it was though...

Long black robes billowed behind him as he made his way towards a stuttering Neville Longbottom, whom had just managed to spill his third vat of precious dragon scales.

"P- P- Professor Snape, I-I-I didn't mean to do… I-I-I…" Neville sputtered.

"What we do and what we mean to do are two completely different things Longbottom, and as you have made exceedingly clear, I understand this difference more than you ever will. I believe that will be thirty points from Gryffindor, and see to it that you pick up this mess without magic before I really give you something to stutter about."

With a flick of his wand, he cleared the contents of Neville's cauldron and turned swiftly around to return to his cluttered desk at the front of the room. He resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose when he heard the all too familiar, grating voice of a certain Gryffindor head girl. He knew what she was to say before she had taken a breath.

"Professor, excuse me, but what exactly is the purpose of picking up all of those scales by hand? There must be a thousand strewn about!" She said indignantly, standing up from her seat.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for cheek and I implore you not to question my teaching methods again," He said lazily, while scratching his quill on a sheaf of parchment that lay at rest in front of him, "and sit down, Miss Granger."

Cheeks flushed, Hermione momentarily debated on whether or not to retaliate, decided against it, and resumed her seat with an angry huff.

"There will be none of your girlish huffing in my class Miss Granger, five more points from Gryffindor," Snape said, neither smiling mockingly nor looking up from his parchment.

"But I didn't even do any…" she began angrily.

"Detention tonight at 8 'o' clock sharp for your unnecessary retaliation towards an authority figure," he looked up finally, folding the parchment neatly with his wand, placing it within a plain white envelope and stamping the Hogwarts coat of arms in green wax on its back. "And by sheer coincidence, I have already prepared a detention slip for you, so come up and get it. Quickly now," he sneered at her obvious anger.

She refused to give him any more ammunition against her and said nothing as she moved quickly down the stone aisle to his desk. She resisted the urge to smile sarcastically at him as she snatched the envelope from between his long fingers. 'One more year Hermione'she told herself as she caught the angry grimaces on Harry and Ron's faces indicating how unfair they thought Snape was being. She lifted the ends of her lips into what she hoped appeared to be a reassuring smile and resumed her seat once again.

Luckily, she had not a moment to seethe when Snape dismissed his 7th years to their next classes, calling out their assignment of a twelve inch essay on the effects of wormroot in splinching potions. The unreasonable standards and expectations of Snape's class was almost unbearable and she wondered how she was going to make it through the rest of her 7th and final year at Hogwarts without receiving a detention every time she was in the dungeons. The man was brilliant, that was not to be questioned, but his wicked demeanor could make even Peeves cringe. As Hermione walked towards her Ancient Runes classroom, she pondered all the terrible things she would be made to do that evening in detention. Unpleasant things awaited her in the dungeon, that was certain, but whether those things were more horrible than the person issuing their commands was very doubtful indeed.

The rest of the day passed by in a haze and before she knew it, her final class, arithmacy, was called to an end and her feet were taking her in the direction of the Head dormitories. She arrived at a portrait of a beautiful centaur that was pacing next to a small pond that continued off the canvas.


"Cornish Pixies," Hermione muttered quickly.

The centaur bowed low, and allowed her access by swinging the portrait forward, revealing a large doorway in which Hermione entered. Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy had managed to procure the title of head boy that year and Hermione was suffering for it.

"So mudblood, I've been thinking that maybe you should just stay in your room and I'll keep the main room as well as my own. Can't have you tainting the dormitory more than you already have," Draco sneered up at her from the book he was reading on a large cream colored couch in the center of the room.

"I don't think so Malfoy, why don't you just get the hell out instead and I'll keep all of the rooms to myself?" She did not wait for a reply, but instead walked to the bathroom and closed the door before he could retaliate.

The bathroom was one of the largest if not the largest bathrooms in the entire school. She had a vague suspicion that Dumbledore managed to retain the largest. It was done up in silver and white, with a high fifteen foot ceiling where a small glass chandelier hung. The candles were already lit, as they always were, but they never seemed to melt away. Surely the house elves that lit them had something to do with that as well.

Hermione walked towards the center of the room where a bathtub almost the size of the prefects' bathtub lay. It was deep set, at least four feet deep, and there were at least ten water spouts all around the outside. Hermione knew which one to turn for the precise amount of water and bubbles that she wanted. After she turned it on, she made sure that both doors were locked and she stripped herself of all her clothing. By the time she was done with those simple tasks, the bath was already magically filled and she lowered herself into it slowly. She shortly began to drift off to sleep within the relaxing bubbles.

She had only been in the tub for around ten minutes when she was startled awake by a sharp knocking on the left entrance to the bathroom.

"Open up Granger, I need to take a piss!" Malfoy's dulcet tones rang out between loud blows to the door.

"As polite as that offer was Malfoy, I think you'll have to use the prefects' bathroom down the hall," Hermione sang out.

"I'm going to use your face in a minute!" Malfoy yelled out, followed by a very stiff silence.

After a few moments of ringing silence Hermione asked, "Did you just threaten to urinate on me?"

Hermione found that 8 'o' clock came far too quickly for her liking, however, she managed to finish all her homework due for the next week before the alarm she set on her wand went off at precisely 7:45. Hermione Granger was never late; in fact, she was always early with at least five minutes to spare. So, with a flourish of her wand, she packed up all of her books and stowed them carefully in her room, double checked that the locking charm on her door was secure, and carried a small bag with a few quills, ink bottles, and parchment; ready for whatever Snape would have in store for her this evening.

When she arrived at his door, she was five minutes early, like planned. She knocked and waited for his response to come. After only a moment she heard Snape's deep voice call out, "Enter". She opened the door, entered, and closed the door behind her as quietly as she could. He wasted no time.

"I suppose you will be wondering what you will be doing for me for detention this evening Miss Granger. Let's see, I suppose my store room could be in need of some reorganization. Or maybe some good old fashioned scrubbing is in order for the entire cauldron stock. No? Do none of these tasks sound appealing to you Miss Granger?" He asked her with a sneer.

"Professor, I do not believe I really have anywhere else to be at the moment so if you insist on asking me such mundane questions such as these then by all means continue. However, according the ordinance thirteen, section two in the school handbook that currently resides in Filch's office, you are only allowed to keep my in detention until 11 pm on any given school night. So by all means, please continue your tirade."

"You are an insufferable know-it-.." Snape was cut off by a large explosion coming from somewhere outside of the classroom.

He found his way to his dungeon door, followed closely by Hermione, and opened it to find half of the stairway nearest, destroyed. Dust filled the air and rocks and debris were scattered everywhere around them in every direction. "What happened?" Hermione shrieked.

"Of that, I am unaware, but I can assure you miss granger, I will find out. Come inside and stay put while I go to Headmistress Mcgonagall. Do not move," Snape spoke clearly. He then turned and swept from the room, his robes billowing behind him.

Hermione could hear his unpleasant remarks as he struggled to climb over the debris to get up the stairs and out of the dungeon. When she could hear no more, she began to feel worried about being alone, when it was not clear as to why there was any kind of explosion anywhere in Hogwarts, let alone so close to her. Her mind drifted quickly of Death Eaters and Voldemort, and she pulled out her wand. All of the sudden she heard voices in the distance, and she walked over towards the door. She peered outside the classroom and saw that all the dust had settled and at the top of what was once the stairs leading to Snape's dungeon, was Colin Creevey.

"Hermione, thank Merlin it's you. I was walking down the dungeons, talking to Nearly Headless Nick about his Death day party he was to have this year, when I heard an explosion. I wasn't sure what was going on and…" He sputtered nervously.

"It's going to fine Colin, I'm not sure what is going on but Snape went to find Mcgonagall so they'll be back soon. Keep your wand out," Hermione peered around, wondering if it was too quiet. "Something or someone must have made that explosion so it will be best if we get back inside the classroom. Try to climb over some of these rocks and we'll stay in here until Snape and Mcgonagall return."

Colin was carrying his camera as always and struggled to begin climbing over the rubble, afraid of harming it. Hermione nervously watched him when suddenly she heard more voices, farther up some set of stairs and out of the range of her vision.

"Who's there? Professors?" Colin asked uncertainly. Silence.

"Expelliarmus! Petrificus totallus!"

In a haze of red and blue light, Colin lay frozen on the ground, his wand strewn some four feet away. Colin's camera fell beside him, and went off once of its own accord. Hermione could only begin to register what happened when she heard it again. "Petrificus totallus!"

She felt limbs snap together and her body turned rigid. She could still think and feel, but she could not move or speak. Her body plummeted against her will towards the cobblestone floor, face first. Her eyes welled up in pain as her nose crashed into the stone floor, but she could not blink away her tears, causing even more of a vision restriction than she already had to endure, facing straight down. She heard the unsteady climbing of at least two people down the rocky staircase towards her frozen body. It could be no one but Death Eaters, she knew, that picked her up roughly, securing her vision by carrying her face away from them and scrambled back up the wreckage towards Colin's unmoving form. She felt her stiff fingers being pried apart by forceful hands, and her wand left her, as well as her only hope. She was dropped unceremoniously on the ground next to Colin.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? One blood traitor, and a filthy little mudblood," mocked the rough voice of a man she did not recognize.

"Wittle baby is so fwightened!" A high pitched cackle ensued, and she knew it to be only one person, Bellatrix Lestrange. "Let's see here, what should I do with you two? Oh, I know!" She laughed again and Hermione wanted to cringe. It all happened quickly then. A flash of green light came and Hermione could see only out of the corner of her eye that it struck Colin square in the back. His body remained stationary, and looked almost exactly the same, but Hermione knew his life was just cruelly taken from him in a blink of an eye. Hermione's tears welled up, but she could not cry.

"Finite Incantatum!" Hermione could suddenly feel her limbs tingle, and she could move them for only a split second until…

"Incarcerous!" Ropes flew from a wand somewhere behind her and bound her struggling form tightly so that she could not move. She squeaked a half-squeak before…

"Silencio!" Her voice left her, and she began to weep silently as Bellatrix and the unknown man guffawed behind her.

Abruptly, the laughter stopped and she heard the echo of footsteps in the distance and her aggressor's rapid movement away from her. She heard her wand clatter to the ground in front of her, and she couldn't even bother to think about why they left her wand instead of taking it. She couldn't begin to wonder who could have possibly been her second attacker. She could think only of Colin's lifeless body that lay mere inches from her. Tears poured freely from her eyes, though she continued to remain silent and immobile, even after Professor Mcgonagall lifted the curses that bound her. She cried, and wept, and sobbed for Colin, and Dumbledore, and for everyone this war had tainted and killed until her body could not move even if she had wanted it to.

She did not remember making it to the Headmistresses office, nor that Harry and Ron had run up to her and shook her and told her all the things they thought she wanted to hear, nor even Mcgonagall talking through floo to some unnamed ministry official. The only thing she did remember was…

"Severus, I'm afraid she is being sent to Azkaban prison, for the murder of Mister Colin Creevey."

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