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Captive	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 27088 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
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Hermione smiled jovially as she looked around the warm kitchen, her hands wrapped around a mug of steaming tea. She had joined the Weasleys and Harry for Sunday lunch at the Burrow and was soaking up the familiar atmosphere and smells, enjoying hearing her friends bicker and joke while the matriarch, the indomitable Molly Weasley, bustled around ensuring everyone was well-fed and watered.
Lucius hadn’t been keen on her going at first but Hermione had pointed out that she hadn’t seen her friends at all since taking the job at Malfoy Manor and they were beginning to worry that something nefarious had befallen her at the hands of the traitorous Malfoys. She needed to show her face to prove that she was still alive.
He had scowled fiercely at her suggestion, although she had been quick to add that she was only joking — but the point was made and Hermione was given leave to go on a date which, somewhat fortuitously, coincided with Barney’s announcement that his divorce agreement was just about settled. Hermione knew Narcissa would discuss her desire for a divorce with her husband while she was out of the way; her absence would give them the perfect opportunity to work things out.
The meal at the Burrow was the sort of wonderful homemade stick-to-the-ribs comfort food that Hermione hadn’t experienced in a long time, certainly not since taking up residence at Malfoy Manor where rather more refined fare was the order of the day. She felt a sense of peace and total relaxation that she had forgotten she could feel in the rather uptight world of the pureblood aristocracy. It seemed crazy that the Weasleys were every bit as pure as the Malfoys yet their entire existence was completely opposite in every way.
The large and extremely boisterous red-headed family crammed themselves into the higgledy-piggledy gravity-defying dwelling called the Burrow. The house was always overcrowded to bursting point when the siblings descended en masse to visit their parents, bringing their spouses and children and sometimes other friends with them. It gave Molly a headache worrying about how she was going to fit everyone around the dinner table and had Arthur wishing he could disappear off to find some peace and quiet in the shed that housed all his Muggle artefacts, including a flying car that Harry and Ron had once illegally used to get to school.
In contrast, the three Malfoys and now Hermione, along with a myriad of house-elves who kept the place running with military precision, knocked around in a massive manor house that would have easily accommodated all the Weasleys with space to spare. Even now, Hermione still didn’t think it was fair that the Weasleys were so poor when the Malfoys, who were distantly related to them, were absolutely drowning in their wealth.
Harry and Ron had been overjoyed to finally see her in the flesh again after almost nine months of conversing only by letter. The three of them had gone for a walk immediately on Hermione’s arrival, wanting to spend some time alone together before the rest of the family intruded too much. They decided to walk to the village of Ottery St Catchpole and back, a good appetite builder for the massive lunch ahead.
Hermione spent most of the walk down to the village telling her friends enthusiastically about her new job, painting extravagant word pictures of the magnificent house and gardens and the stunningly decorated rooms that lay within Malfoy Manor. Then she talked at length about the library, outlining in probably far more detail than was necessary for Ron and Harry the plan she and Madam Pince had worked so hard on and identifying many of the rare books that were housed there.
During this monologue, she somehow neglected to mention the copious amounts of erotica also to be found in the library, just as she completely forgot to mention both her relationship with Lucius and the problems she’d had with Draco.
It wasn’t that Hermione didn’t want her friends to know about these things, but the presence of the erotica in the library would have overshadowed all else for her still somewhat juvenile friends, and explaining to them about Lucius was going to take some careful timing — which definitely wasn’t today. On the subject of Draco, Hermione was prepared to wait until after she saw him again to decide whether or not to share what had happened between them, although she had already told everyone that he was in a relationship with Astoria.
On the return journey, Harry and Ron took over the storytelling duties, mainly to stop Hermione talking about her bloody library any further, but also to recount what was happening with them. It seemed that Harry and Ginny had finally set a date for their wedding — it was to be the following July — and Ron had joined an amateur Quidditch club in his spare time, once again reprising his role as Keeper. Harry also confided, much to Ron’s embarrassment, that their friend had been spending a considerable amount of time in the company of Susan Bones, and that despite his protestations that he was still young, free and single it looked like Ron’s days as a bachelor could soon be over.
By the time they got back to the Burrow, amidst talk of Neville’s decision to join Hogwarts as a Herbology professor and Luna’s new relationship with Rolf Scamander, the grandson of the famous magizoologist, Newt Scamander — causing Ron to wonder loudly whether she was going to finally find the famed Crumple-Horned Snorkack — and with interspersions from Hermione about gossip she had picked up on various teachers at Hogwarts during her time there, they were ready for their lunch and were soon subsumed into the general melee that was the Weasley family at home.
Lunch now over, Hermione watched as group by small group all the members of the family left the kitchen, eager to duck out of the huge amount of washing up that waited. Harry and Ron immediately disappeared off to the lounge to sleep off their meal, while the younger members of the family happily played around their feet.
Hermione waited, glad to help Molly with the cleaning up, and she sipped her tea as the older woman bustled around the room sorting herself out. Once her surrogate mother had placed herself at the sink, washing the glasses as the hot water streamed into the bowl with curls of steam rising, Hermione jumped up, added her now empty mug to the pile by the sink, and grabbed a tea towel.
Molly smiled at her fondly. ‘You don’t have to help, Hermione. Why don’t you go and join the others?’
Hermione grinned back as she dried a wine glass and walked it over to a clean area of the work surface before returning to the draining board for another glass.
‘I’m happy to help, Mrs Weasley. It stops me from being sluggish after eating so much, and anyway I enjoy drying up. I always used to help my father after Sunday lunch. He and I washed up after my mother cooked it.’
‘I suppose you don’t get to do much of that at Malfoy Manor, do you?’ Molly asked.
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, they have house-elves to do all the housework. I found that really difficult at first because as you know, I’ve always had a problem with how they’re treated, particularly the Malfoy house-elves — Dobby was treated abominably by Lucius. But actually, they’ve completely changed the way they interact with them, just as they have with everyone, I suppose. The elves are now far better treated, and just like the ones at Hogwarts, it’s clear that they really enjoy working there.
‘I did manage to convince Lucius to offer them wages and holidays but that was a step too far, for the time being, anyway. I will get him to follow up on it later, once they’ve had a chance to get used to the idea.’
‘You seem to have settled in well,’ Molly commented.
‘I have, actually. The house and grounds are a wonderful place to live; I feel extremely fortunate to have got the job. The library itself is completely astonishing in both its size and breadth of written work. It’s like a dream come true for me, working with all those rare books, cataloguing and reading them. I honestly can’t think of a better place for me to be at the moment.’
‘Do they have a lot of Dark arts material?’ Molly asked interestedly.
Hermione chuckled. ‘I have only come across a couple of bits since I’ve been there. Lucius told me they used to have a lot but he got rid of as much of it as he could find, some when the Ministry started clamping down and the rest just after the war.’
Molly’s eyes narrowed a little at this as if she couldn’t imagine Lucius Malfoy handing over any proscribed material.
‘And how are you getting on with the Malfoys? Are they treating you okay?’
‘They’ve really changed,’ Hermione told her. ‘Lucius already had before the war. If you remember, he rescued me when I got captured by the Death Eaters. Narcissa went over to Harry’s side during the battle at Hogwarts and helped him to get to the castle. Even Draco changed sides — actually, from what Harry said about the night of Professor Dumbledore’s death I think he had changed his mind then.
‘They are really nice, though. They never treat me in any way different from any of their other friends. Nothing is said about me being a Muggle-born, not even an undercurrent. They are also impressed by my qualifications and my burgeoning librarian skills despite my never having done the job before, so I’m not treated like staff either, even though I do work for them. It’s just a bit weird getting used to having things like afternoon tea. It’s nice but weird.’
Molly nodded. ‘Well, I’m glad to hear they’re treating you well, Hermione. I have to admit I was a little worried when I heard you were going there, knowing their strong anti-Muggle stance. It’s good to know that they’re actively trying to change, as well, rather than just pretending and then carrying on in the same mean way they’ve always done.’ Looking slightly remonstrative, she added, ‘We haven’t seen much of you since you took the job, though. They’re certainly keeping you locked away.’
‘That’s partially my own fault,’ Hermione admitted ruefully. ‘The library really is massive; it’s almost as big as the Hogwarts library.’ Molly looked surprised at this fact. ‘Once I started working on it I sort of got sucked in, and I’m relentless — I can’t stop until I get it finished. Lucius is always complaining because I don’t go outside enough, apparently. There are horses to ride, and the gardens are beautiful, but even when I’m out there or doing something else in the manor I’m always planning the library in my mind, so I don’t really ever stop.
‘I hadn’t even realised I had been there so long until I went to Hogwarts to see Madam Pince. That was when I discovered that I hadn’t left the grounds for seven months. Then I was back from the school, putting my plan into action, and suddenly, poof, another two months have disappeared. It’s crazy how quickly time goes. It won’t be long before it’s Christmas at this rate.’
‘I hope all that work isn’t going to end up making you ill,’ Molly said.
Hermione laughed. ‘You’ve got to be joking. I’m in my element and feeling better than I ever have done. It’s so great when you get to the end of a bookshelf you’ve been listing, or you realise you’ve just stumbled across a really rare book that might even be the only copy left in the world, and then it’s in mint condition, too. It’s just amazing and you never know what each day might bring.’
Although Hermione sounded happy enough, Molly couldn’t help but frown. Everything Hermione was saying spoke to her of locking herself away from the outside world and she was sure it wouldn’t do the girl any good in the long run. If nothing else, being stuck at Malfoy Manor was ruining her chance of finding a boyfriend.
‘It sounds to me like you need to get out a bit more,’ Molly suggested tactfully. ‘Perhaps you should leave Malfoy Manor at weekends and go out with your friends, get to know some new people.’
‘I live at Malfoy Manor now. I gave up the flat in London once I knew I was going to stay in the job,’ Hermione said.
‘But that’s no good for getting to know people. How can you be expected to form relationships when you’re stuck in that mausoleum of a place all the time? It’s not like you can take people back there, is it?’
‘I see plenty of people. It’s not like I’m stuck in the library on my own all the time. I spend time with Narcissa, usually in the glasshouse which is full of the beautiful exotic plants she likes to grow. We have afternoon tea there. I spend even more time with Lucius as he’s always coming in to see how the cataloguing is going, and then there are all their friends who come to visit regularly. I even see Draco. He quite often pops down to the house at weekends, although he’s a bit busy with his new girlfriend at the moment.’ She grinned.
‘And when are you going to get a boyfriend?’ Molly demanded.
Hermione felt suddenly as if she was under scrutiny, and she didn’t like it. She could tell Molly about Lucius, but considering the vibe she had picked up from the older woman regarding the Malfoys she had the feeling the news wouldn’t go down too well.
‘I don’t really need a boyfriend at the moment. I’m far too busy doing a job I love.’
‘Getting a life is more important than an interesting job,’ Molly opined, ‘and you need to get a move on, Hermione, you’re not getting any younger. The longer it takes you to find a man, the less chance you’ll have of having a happy and fulfilling life.’
‘What you saying?’ Hermione asked in horror. ‘Are you calling me an old maid? I’m only twenty-three.’
‘I’m just saying it as I see it,’ Molly said. ‘Why are you wasting time locking yourself away in Malfoy Manor when you could be looking for a husband?’
Hermione sighed, not sure why she had to justify herself. ‘I told you, it’s a very good job and it’s extremely interesting. It’s an extraordinary project for someone of my age to take on and it’s what I want to do. At the moment I have no interest in getting a boyfriend. It’s not something that’s important to me. This project is.’
‘Well, I don’t think it’s right for you to be hiding yourself away like that,’ Molly said. ‘I know you were upset when you and Ronald split up, but you can’t lock yourself away forever, you know. As I said to Ron, you have to get back out there. Don’t stop looking because of one failure. You never know when the right person will come along — but they won’t if you’re locked away in Malfoy Manor.’
Hermione stared at her, open-mouthed with shock. ‘What? You think I’m hiding in Malfoy Manor because of my split with Ron? That couldn’t be any further from the truth. I’m not hiding, I’m just working.’
‘In a place that keeps you locked away. You need to get out of there and find yourself a man before it’s too late,’ Molly pointed out judgementally.
‘Too late for what?’ Hermione wondered loudly. Still fuming with indignation, she retorted, ‘Actually, for your information, Mrs Weasley, I don’t need a man in order to effectively live my life. I’m an independent woman not a doormat.’
Molly snorted. ‘It’s all very well being independent, Hermione, but that’s no good to you when you’re old and all alone without any children or grandchildren to give your life meaning. Where will your job be then? Where will all those books be? They can’t give you any comfort or love. They’re just things, just belongings. You’ll be sitting in a small room in some nursing home surrounded by all your precious books and you’ll be lonely because you won’t have any human comfort.’
Moderating her tone considerably as she realised she might have gone a little too far, she added, ‘Look, I know your heart took a bit of a battering, Hermione, but that’s no reason to hide yourself away in that dusty old pile. Get out of there and back into society and find yourself a new boyfriend. You’ll feel so much better for it.’
Hermione could feel herself about to growl in frustration. Instead, she gritted her teeth and counted to ten, her hands clenched into fists as she willed the anger to drain away.
‘Have you ever thought that maybe Malfoy Manor is exactly where I should be?’ she asked quietly, her voice shaking with the effort of trying to stay calm.
Molly looked at her in surprise. ‘Are you saying that you’re there for Draco Malfoy? I thought you said he was in a relationship with someone called Astoria. Are you saying that really you’re this Astoria woman?’
Hermione started laughing. It was high and just on the verge of being hysterical. She shook her head. ‘No . . . no, of course not. Astoria is a real person and Draco is definitely not my boyfriend.’
Molly stared at her in confusion. ‘I—I don’t understand, Hermione. If Draco isn’t—’
‘There are more people living at Malfoy Manor than just Draco Malfoy, you know,’ Hermione said, cutting her off.
She watched Molly’s face change from confusion to surprise as she pondered Hermione’s words. Then, slowly, she shook her head as she came to a conclusion she obviously didn’t like.
‘Not Lucius?’ she asked quietly, her expression pleading with Hermione to confirm that it wasn’t the vicious ex-Death Eater. ‘Please, Hermione. Tell me it’s not Lucius Malfoy.’
‘Bingo!’ Hermione said triumphantly, a rictus of a smile now on her face.
Molly shook her head again as if this would change the outcome. She was visibly upset at the news.
‘Hermione, you can’t . . . not Lucius Malfoy.’
Hermione smirked nastily but then asked sweetly, ‘Why not, Mrs Weasley?’
‘You know what he’s like,’ Molly warned, still sounding shell-shocked. ‘You know what he’s done.’
‘Yes! I know him better than any of you, I think. I live with him, you don’t,’ Hermione told her.
Molly shook her head. ‘Hermione, please. You’ll be making a big mistake if you get involved with Lucius Malfoy. He’s not who you think he is. I promise you, whatever he’s telling you, whatever he’s promising you, he’s lying. He’s mean and evil and he hurts people. He will hurt you if you give him the opportunity.
‘Don’t you see, Hermione, all this stuff about him changing, it’s all rubbish. He’s just pretending to draw you in and then, once you’re in his grasp, the trap will go off and you won’t be able to get away. You won’t be able to stop him, whatever he decides to do, and knowing Lucius it won’t be anything good.’
‘I’m not listening to you. I know Lucius has changed, whereas you don’t know anything about him because you haven’t seen him for Merlin knows how long. You have no right to talk about him like that.’ Hermione waved her hand dismissively.
Molly grabbed Hermione’s hands, holding onto them as she tried again.
‘I know enough about Lucius Malfoy to know he’s a liar, and a smooth-tongued one at that, Hermione. Whatever he’s telling you isn’t true. I’d like to believe he’s changed for your sake, but I’m sorry, I just can’t see it. A leopard doesn’t change its spots, especially one who was a Death Eater twice and managed to get away with it both times.’
‘Lucius loves me,’ Hermione stated.
Molly looked truly distraught at this news. ‘Whatever he’s telling you it’s not true, Hermione. You’re too young to understand the pain this man could put you through, which is why I’m trying to warn you. What do your parents say about this union? I can’t believe, knowing the sensible sort of people they are, that they would be happy about you tying yourself to a Death Eater. I’m begging you, please don’t willingly put yourself in his hands. Walk away. Free yourself before it’s too late.’
Hermione shook her head looking sadly at Molly. ‘Lucius loves me and I love him. He really isn’t the man you think he is. He isn’t a Death Eater and hasn’t been one for a long time. He’s moved on, even if you can’t . . . or won’t. As for my parents, they’ll just be happy that I’ve found someone who cares for me as much as they do — they’re not blinded by prejudice, having not been a part of the war. I’m sorry this news has shocked you so badly but I have no intention of leaving either Lucius or the job, and I know I’m going to be fine, despite what you think.’
‘If nothing else, he’s a married man old enough to be your father,’ Molly pointed out disapprovingly.
Hermione shrugged. ‘Love doesn’t have an age, Mrs Weasley. I don’t care how old he is. He isn’t married either, not really. Do you honestly think Narcissa would allow me to live there with him if they were still a couple? She knows all about us and she approves.’
Molly just kept shaking her head, looking disconsolate, seemingly unable to say anything more. Hermione patted her arm lightly.
‘I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. I really didn’t mean to, but you’ve honestly got Lucius all wrong. You have to trust me on this.’ She put down the tea towel. ‘I think it’s time I went home. I’m just going to go and say goodbye to the others.’
Molly dropped into a chair and watched Hermione as she left the room, still shaking her head in disbelief. She couldn’t understand how the girl had been so effectively brainwashed by Lucius and his family. Hermione obviously believed that Lucius was in love with her, and she was in love with him, too, so she had said, but it just wasn’t possible.
However hard she tried, Molly just couldn’t see Lucius being able to redeem himself that much, whatever Hermione thought. There was too much in Lucius’ background and his family tree that spoke against him being able to change his views so completely, however much of a good front he might put up. After all, Lucius had always been an excellent actor — two failed Death Eater trials proved that if nothing else.
Hermione’s comment about Narcissa was certainly intriguing, but then the woman had been almost as bad as her sister, that bitch Bellatrix Lestrange, so she couldn’t be trusted either. She was no doubt colluding with Lucius to ensnare Hermione, and then Merlin only knew what they were going to do to her. The silly girl seemed to have forgotten the bad feeling between her and the Malfoys during her time at school, but Molly bet they hadn’t and were just biding their time before they would pay her back for having the temerity to be better at magic than their own pureblood son.
She was still sitting there when Hermione came back carrying her cloak. Molly looked at her in distress but didn’t say anything, knowing there was no point.
Hermione gave her a weak smile that she didn’t really feel. ‘Thank you for the lovely lunch, Mrs Weasley. I really appreciate you inviting me. Please don’t worry about me, I’m going to be fine — honestly, I will. You’ll see.’
She wrapped her cloak around her and then opened the back door and stepped outside into the late autumn evening. Hermione took a deep breath to calm herself, enjoying the smell of distant bonfires and crisp autumn leaves, then using her wand she Apparated back to Malfoy Manor.
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