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Count Your Blessings	By : LadyOfTheNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 39948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Count Your Blessings

Disclaimer: I own nothing I just play with what I am given. I make no money off this fan-fiction.

A/N: Okay so while I was re-reading the Malfoy Manor chapter of Deathly Hallows I suddenly got a pervy idea (the best kind) and this fiction was born. I hope you enjoy and review!

<><>{Chapter One: The Beginning}<><>

It was News Year’s Eve and Hogwart’s Head Girl, Hermione Granger, was spending it alone. After the war she had been the only one of the golden Trio to return to Hogwarts to complete her Seventh Year and take her N.E.W.T.S. She was not at all surprised.

Of course they were all offered very nice jobs at the ministry that was now run by Kingsley Shacklebolt, but Hermione wanted to earn her way and complete her schooling.

With Snape miraculously surviving the snake attack (he built a tolerance to the venom over the years) and still being Headmaster, Ron and Harry jumped at an excuse to avoid Hogwarts.

After the war Ron had tried several times to take their relationship to the next level, beyond friendship. Truth be told she was having a hard time being around any male who tried to show her attention. Not since that night at the Manor…

She shook her head and tried to banish the thoughts that were trying to surface. ‘It doesn’t do any good thinking about that…’ she thought to herself as she self-consciously pulled her long sleeves over her scarred arm. She did it so often that it became a nervous habit of hers.

Ever since returning to Hogwarts Cormac McLaggen was on her like flies to honey. If it weren’t for Ginny running interference, she might never be able to study in peace. Between him and Ron she was finding it hard to concentrate on studying for her N.E.W.T.S.

She would be lying if she told you she was not putting a lot of pressure on herself. She felt like the whole Wizarding World was watching her every move. If she didn’t fulfill everyone’s expectations she felt like she would be letting them all down.

She had been skipping meals, going to bed late, and rising early all with the excuse that she had to study. With all the other students thoroughly distracted at the New Year’s Ball the Headmaster Snape had begrudgingly allowed the student’s to hold, she took advantage of the quiet of the library.

It was still early, only 9:15. The library wasn’t even technically open but Madam Pince had warded the Library doors to allow her entry whenever she pleased. Although she was technically a seventh year student most of the staff at Hogwarts let Hermione pretty much do whatever she wanted, within reason.

Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen; she had been feeling the pain the last couple days actually. Now that she thought about it… it has been getting worse and more frequent. Originally she just attributed the pain to her monthly, but now that the pain was getting worse she was starting to worry.

A sudden intense pressure on her abdomen caused her to clutch her pelvis in pain. She felt a sudden rush of liquid in between her legs as the pressure in her abdomen was relieved. Her head was spinning and her abdomen was cramping again when she promptly lost consciousness.

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When she awoke the first sense she registered was her hearing. She could hear a baby crying… she blinked her eyes a couple of times and took in the scent of the sterile fluids and clean linens and realized she was in the Hospital Wing. She rolled over to face the cause of the horrible crying. The baby was wrapped in a blue blanket and matching blue hat. She could see the platinum blond hair peeking out from underneath its hat. She looked around and realized she and the baby were the only patients.

‘Where is his mother? He must be hungry.’ She thought. She rolled over to face away from the baby but her movement brought Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall over to her bedside.

“Oh dearie you’re awake!” Madam Pomfrey began fussing over the head girl casting status charms to check her health.

“What happened? Did I faint or something?” Hermione asked the older women. “And what is with that baby anyways… Someone should call his mother, he sounds hungry.” She finished.

Madam Pomfrey stopped her charms and looked at the girl incredulously. “You mean, you didn’t know…” Pomfrey trailed off.

“Know what Madam Pomfrey?”

“Miss Granger, that is your baby” Professor McGonagall replied.

“You just gave birth…” Pomfrey finished.

That was the last thing she heard before she fainted, this time from the shock.

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When she awoke the second time it was quiet, and there was no pram, no baby.

‘Maybe it was all some sick dream.’ She thought as she stretched her arms up over her head. She went to move her legs to relive her full bladder when she felt her abdomen protesting and winced in pain.

She looked up to see her Headmaster, Head of House and Mrs. Weasley all looking down at her worried.

“Are you alright dear?” Mrs. Weasley asked her kindly. She felt Professor McGonagall place a hand over her shoulder and gently give it a squeeze. Even Headmaster Snape was looking concerned as he shifted his weight uneasily at the foot of her bed.

Hermione nodded still not meeting anyone’s eyes. This was exactly what she was trying to avoid. She had never told anyone about what exactly transpired at Malfoy manor the night she was interrogated, it was too shameful to want to relive. But you can't very well hide a baby... Or maybe in her case you can, until it is born that is. 'This is just like the Muggle show I saw on the telly once.' she thought.

“Hermione, I know you, Harry and Ron spent a lot of time together last year… it’s natural that you all may have explored, sexually. No one is going to judge you about your choices, but please, I have to know is it Ron’s? Is that why you have been pushing him away the last six months?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

She closed her eyes and shook her head no. Tears were streaming down her face.

Hermione couldn’t hold it in any more. There was no way for her to keep the secret any longer; although she didn’t want to, she would have to finally admit her shame aloud.

“I was raped.” She admitted her self-loathing evident in her posture and tone.

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Last April

Bellatrix grabbed her by the hair, pulling her mercilessly up the stairs. Hermione begged and pleaded with the crazy woman to let her go, but the woman just laughed as she delivered the young muggle-born into the clutches of the other Death Eaters. She could hear Ron and Harry screaming her name, telling her not to worry, but she knew there was very little they can do to help her.

The Death Eaters laid her out on a table and before she had a moment to respond Lucius began alternating the Cruciatus Curse and questions about the sword. The young witch began to cry out in pain but she never answered a single question. After what felt like hours, the curses and questions ceased and Bellatrix began tearing the clothes away from her body.

She was still experiencing aftershocks of the Cruciatus Curse and could do little to stop Bellatrix as she violently ripped and slashed at Hermione’s shirt and bra with the small knife she was wielding. When Hermione felt the chill dungeon air hit her now exposed nipple she began to fight back, trying to stop the knife from tearing through what was left of her blouse.

Her body was still numb so the defensive cuts she received on her arms did nothing to deter her from trying to stop Bellatrix. That is when she felt a pair of strong hands clasp around her wrists and firmly held her arms down above her head. From this new position she could tell her new captor was none other than Fenrir Greyback. He smirked down at her as he licked his lips.

“You reckon the Dark Lord wouldn’t mind us having a little fun with this one?” He asks Lucius with a lustful look. “I’ve been wanting to sink my teeth into her all night” he leered while ogling her half naked form, laid out on the table like some delicious buffet.

At these words Hermione fearfully brought her glance up to Lucius and he just threw her his cynical smirk. “The reward was only for Potter, so I don’t see why not… But as always Greyback,” he started to release the buckle on his belt. “I get the first turn.”

His pants now down and penis fully exposed he grabbed Hermione’s just above her knees and pulled her towards his side of the table. Fenrir’s grip on her wrists never eased but he did allow the movement.

Hermione felt the tip of a knife tickling her arm. She looked over and saw that Bellatrix was teasing her flesh with her little knife again. Hermione’s heart was beating so quickly now; she was still trying to deny what was about to happen. She felt Lucius’s gloved hand reach under her skirt and quickly remove her cotton panties.

The Knife that was tickling her arm made its way slowly down to her throat before falling into the valley between her breasts. Her legs had been tightly pressed together hanging off the edge of the table but now she felt Lucius trying to nudge his knee in between them.

Bellatrix pressed her knife a little harder and she made a long, shallow cut in between Hermione’s breasts causing her to cry out in shock and pain. Although the cut was shallow, it still caused blood to pool.

Lucius took advantage of her distracted state and situated himself in between her still protesting legs. “Draco,” He called to his son. “be a good son a tie this filthy Mudblood’s feet to the table legs. She needs to be taught her place in Wizarding society, under the Purebloods.”

Hermione caught Draco’s eyes and watched as he practiced his own cynical smirk. “Of course father,” He drawled. For one quick second she thought she saw a look of regret cross his face but she must have been mistaken because she felt her legs being tied by magical bonds.

Lucius thrust a finger into her now exposed mound and he savagely began pumping and stretching her very tight channel. Her body began to respond as if it had a mind of its own. She could feel herself becoming wetter between her legs and she had to close her eyes in embarrassment.

She heard a satisfied chuckle from Lucius “Still a virgin, from what I can tell” he claimed as he pulled his finger out of her hot wet center. He held his finger up for the group to see glistening with her juices. She heard Fenrir groan in a painfully wild way that scared the crap out of her. His grip on her wrists doubled and she cried out and opened her eyes in pain. She felt his nails digging deeper into her flesh causing more of her blood to be shed.

She watched as Lucius offered his finger to Fenrir who happily sucked him clean murmuring how delicious she tasted. Tears were now streaming down her face which only made the group of killers laugh harder.

After cleaning Lucius’ finger Fenrir bent down and began tracing his tongue along the cuts Bellatrix had made earlier between Hermione’s breasts. He made sure to lick clean all of the blood that had spilled, moaning while he worked.

“So delicious.” He murmured while she felt Lucius rub his own exposed sex against her wet slit. She felt Bellatrix’s knife returned to her arm and as if in one swift motion she felt Lucius enter her to the hilt and Bellatrix cut into her flesh. The painful double penetration of Bellatrix’s knife and Lucius’ cock caused Hermione to scream out in pain once again. Lucius’ pace was fast, furious, and full of a base sort of desire. His gloved hands were digging into the flesh of her hips. She knew she would bruise there and many other places.

She began to think of the Burrow before the fire. She could see Mrs. Weasley cooking up a storm in the kitchen. The boys were all outside setting up the long table. She could hear the twins singing a loud and unruly verse from “Weasley is our King” which prompted Ron to hurl his levitated chair at them. Harry and Ginny took a break from their snogging sessions to smile and wave at her as she walked up the path.

Her happy place was interrupted by a commanding voice. Open your eyes. Without a second thought her eyes were opened and she was now looking at Draco who apparently had replaced his father in between her legs. He was not as rough or practiced as his father but his thrusts where just as unwanted.

She could feel Draco’s hesitance in his movements, and the look in his eyes was almost apologetic. Lucius must of noticed his son’s hesitance because soon her conciseness was invaded by that voice again.

Kiss Draco. Again without a second thought she leaned as close as she could to Draco trying to kiss him. She knew this was wrong, and she defiantly did NOT want to kiss Draco, but that voice… it forced her body to do things she did not want. ‘It must be Imperieus.’ She thought as Draco leaned down into her waiting lips.

His tongue traced her bottom lip before his mouth sucked it into his own mouth. His tongue entered her and began to explore her every crevasse. And she could see that and hesitance Draco was feeling was gone; the kiss was all the encouragement Draco needed. He began to thrust wildly encouraged by the taunts of the other Death Eaters.

“Give it to that filthy mudblood good.”

“Leave some for the rest of us!”

“Show that Filthy cunt how to take a pureblood cock!”

She tried not to show any emotion but she could not stop the tears from streaming down her face. Soon Draco cried out his release and collapsed on top of her, eliciting a round of cheers from the Death Eaters and Snatchers.

Bellatrix stopped carving at Hermione’s arm and Greyback wasted no time replacing her knife with his rough tongue. Once he was satisfied that all her blood was gone he showed her Bellatrix’s handy work. ‘Mudblood’ was carved into her arm.

“Let’s see how many times I can write that on her flesh…” Bellatrix taunted.

That’s when they heard the commotion coming from the stairs. Immediately the group of men and Bellatrix jumped to attention, wands out. They didn’t notice Dobby appear and magically mend her clothes and unbind her until he had already left. By the time Harry and Ron came up the stairs there was no evidence of her rape other than the blood that stained her inner thighs under her skirt, and the shame.

<><>{Chapter One}<><>

Before he even heard Miss Granger’s story he knew whose baby that was. He looked down on the sleeping infant. With those grey/silver eyes and that platinum hair the baby could only have one father, or two according to Miss Granger.

After assuring the young woman that her secret was safe the two professors left her bed area and placed a silencing charm on Hermione’s cubicle to get some rest. Of course Mrs. Weasley, being her surrogate mother, refused to leave her side until she had fallen asleep.

“Severus, we should encourage her to press charges.” Professor McGonagall began. “If an injustice occurred we should do everything we can to make sure the guilty parties are punished.” She finished glancing down at the new born.

‘How Gryffindor of you Minerva.” Severus drawled.

“Well what do you think should be done then?” She countered.

“Well, when Miss Granger is feeling better maybe we should ask her. Although she is a student, she is well over the legal age to make these decisions herself.” Snape replied. “She has kept her attack a secret for almost a year now, maybe there is a reason for it.” Minerva started to protest but the headmaster silenced her with a gesture.

“All I am saying is that before we make any decisions for her why don’t we get her perspective on the matter. Obviously she had no clue she was pregnant, so I gather she will need time to think about her options. Now that the baby is here we can’t very well put it back can we?”

“Him, Severus, it is a boy not an it.” Mrs. Weasley chided him as she was leaving Hermione’s sectioned off area, the young witch must of fallen asleep. “I just don’t know how this could happen. How can you be pregnant and not know?” She directed this question to Poppy who appeared with a bottle for the young Granger-Malfoy.

“While this is uncommon, it can happen. Women don’t always gain weight in the same way, and we have all witnessed her poor eating habits this year, not to mention what she was eating last year while camping… She may have lost a lot of weight but the baby weight may have evened her out. Also some women will experience a small amount of discharge every month during a pregnancy, but my guess if she has been stressing and eating poorly for the last year and a half she might not have been too regular in the first place. Basically, it can happen.” She finished.

“Well I still think we should call the Auror’s and report the crime, but Severus seems to think that this is not the best option.” Minerva accused pointedly.

“I was merely pointing out that Miss Granger could have reported the crime months ago, but she chose not to. We should consult her opinion on the matter.” He glanced at Minerva.

“In addition, reporting the crime now would result in the Father being known, not just by us, but by the whole Wizarding World. A trial like that would be front page news.”

“He is right.” Mrs. Weasley grudgingly admitted.

“While both of the male Malfoys’ are currently serving their sentences in Azkaban they will be out eventually. With their connections and Harry and I speaking out at their trials, they only got five years total time behind bars. With good behavior and their connections they could be out in less than three years…Easily. I’m sure we can all agree that this baby is better off without the father, at least in this case.” Severus finished crossing his arms across his chest.

“Well it’s like you said Severus, we can’t make her decisions for her; we will have to wait till she is awake again.” Molly reiterated.

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Severus Snape made his way back to his office. He had remained close to the Malfoy family throughout the war and could attest that most of what Lucius had done towards the end of the war was for the love of his family, not the Dark Lord.

Admitedly, Lucius’ loyalty to the Dark Lord was genuine at first. Once His family began to be targeted he quickly did everything he could to keep them safe, even going as far as disobeying the Dark Lord’s direct orders during the final battle at Hogwarts to look for his missing son.

Severus saw the love that Lucius had for his family and had been sympathetic to his plight.

Draco was another story completely. Severus was never convinced that Draco was a cynical and mean as his father. He had been trying for years to council his Godson towards the light and away from the dark but he had obviously failed.

But after hearing what those two men did, after having visited them every week the last six months, Severus felt like a fool. He hated feeling foolish and needed to confront the men, tonight.

But first he had to know which one was the real father. He arrived in his office and grabbed some floo powder throwing it in the fire “Malfoy Manor!”

As he stepped through the hearth and into the Manor he noted that the place seemed empty. He knew with both her Husband and her son incarcerated Narcissa had taken to staying in one of the other estates that the family owned. But it was still eerie to see the manor so empty.

A house elf popped in to greet the guest. “Masters Snape, welcome to Malfoy Manor what can I be doing for you sir, do you need a room made ready?”

“I just need to check on something for Master Malfoy, I will only be here but a minute or two. “ He told the elf. He walked down the hall into the study that held the Malfoy family tree. Sure enough there was a new entry on the tree connected to the senior Malfoy. Draco had a brother.

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“Prisoner 9274 and 9275, Present yourselves!” A guard commanded.

Two matching heads of unkempt, dirty, platinum blonde hair made their way towards the cell door. Placing their hands behind their back, facing away from the door, they assumed the position.

Shackles covered with ancient ruins, to ward off magic, were placed around their wrists before the door was opened and they were led down the hall to the visitors room. The pair had been incarcerated for nearly 6 months now. The only people to come visit were their wife/mother and friend/Godfather, Severus Snape. Both men were wondering which visitor it would be today.

Lucius smiled when he saw Severus’ silhouette but as he turned the corner the noticed the look on the man’s face and quickly put on a neutral expression.

“Severus, to what do we owe the pleasure?” He drawled as he and Draco took a seat on their side of the table.

“I assure you both that this visit is no pleasure for me…” he quickly hissed.

“I have just learned of your actions toward a particular student of mine and I am here for an explanation.” Severus had his most cold look on his face disgust clearly showing through his eyes. This was quite the departure from the Severus who had come to visit them over the last six months.

Lucius was thinking hard what could he have done to one of Severus’ students to cause him to act like this. That’s when he remembered and turned to look at Draco. Draco must have been thinking the same thing because all he said to his father was “Granger…” and he nodded in acceptance.

“She finally told someone then?” Lucius questioned. “I always wondered why she never did before…” he trailed off.

“Yes, she bloody well told me and I have to admit had I known of these actions I would not have been coming to visit all these months.” Snape replied icily. “This will be the last time the three of us will meet.”

“But Severus, after all the things I have done…” Lucius interrupted. “This one act will be the final nail in my coffin, so to speak?” He questioned.

“I didn’t want to do it the whole time!” Draco interrupted.

“Do you think I wanted my son’s first time to be like that?” Lucius asked as Draco lowered his head in shame. “We were already being bullied by the Death Eaters for losing the Dark Lord’s favor; we had to establish our ranking to assure safety!” He demanded.

“If we had opted out we would have been at risk for another life threatening suicide mission. I would not have my son at risk again because of my actions.” He stated with a look of complete authority.

“While the act was regrettable it was what I felt was necessary to survive. I would do anything for my son and family.” He finished.

Severus took that information in and was thinking it through. He finally nodded and stood up.

“I accept what you just told me as the truth, however I still cannot forgive you, not until I feel Miss Granger has forgiven you, which let’s face it may never happen. She is the one who was wronged and only she will be able to determine when you can be forgiven.” He started towards the door.

“Godfather!” Draco called. “Tell her I am sorry!” he begged.

Snape turned around to face his Godson. “No, Draco, I won’t. That is something she needs to hear from you, and she is nowhere near ready to hear it.” With that he turned around and walked out the door.

<><>{End of Chapter One}<><>

A/N: So… What did ya think? Was it awful; did you hate it? Or was it awesome and did you love it? Let me know by leaving a review!

Next chapter Hermione meets the baby and makes some tough choices about her future. I should have it by the end of the week, muse permitting. For some reason I like to write long chapters… it just takes me awhile to do.
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