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How the Mighty have Fallen	By : luv1711 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 24257 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Chapter 18: Slughorn

Warning: Corporal Punishment

October 11, 1971: Evening

“Oh,” Hermione muttered rather inanely, as she was surprised by the unexpected turn of events.

Ironically enough the fact that anything related to Hogwarts could surprise her was astonishing and that alone gave her pause and caused her thoughts to collide chaotically. Whereas her thoughts were in chaos, emotionally there was a slight sinking feeling of apprehension and numbness which spoke of a growing detachment. As she had faced much worse than a Professor’s ire in her short life, rather than feeling genuine fear she was only nervous due to the unknown situation. Racking her fingers through her mass of riotous curls in agitation, her pin popped with a small ping and promptly landed in her discarded dinner.

Lucius patted Hermione’s hand consolingly. But the expression of authentic concern on Lucius’ aristocratic face brought a small smile to Hermione’s lips due to the inanity of the expression.

Honestly, the man had watched her torture rather impassively and this was hardly an occasion for such solemn behavior but she supposed it all came down to blood with him and on that grim thought her smile faltered.

“Miss Dagworth, I’d like to see you in my office,” Professor Slughorn directed without his usually hint of joviality before walking off towards the doors.

Smoothing her skirt inanely with her damp hands, Hermione willed herself to knock on the Professor’s office door. ‘This is ridiculous’ she chastised herself; and taking a calming breath to still her frazzled nerves, Hermione gathered her courage and rapt upon the thick, wooden door.

Slughorn, anticipating the girl’s imminent arrival, opened the door without his usual fanfare and gusto and beckoned her within with a curt, “inside, young lady.”

As Slughorn rarely had to discipline the girls of his house so severely, he allowed himself a moment to gain his composure while he shut and warded the door.

“Instigating fights will not be tolerated at Hogwarts Miss Dagworth,” Slughorn began sternly as he moved to stand before the girl, “and a continuation of such behavior could lead to expulsion,” he continued and to reinforce his displeasure he folded his arms across the wide expanse of his chest and pursed his lips into a great show of displeasure.

Although typically Hermione would have felt chastised or amused by the odd dressing down, she was anxious for the actual punishment to get underway.

“Yes, Professor,” she replied quietly; addressing her feet as the embarrassment of what was to come made it difficult to meet his eyes.

“Due to the severity of the consequences, should Professor McGonagall not have arrived,” his voice rising to garner the girl’s full attention, “including endangering life and limb to a great number of students, you have received a month’s worth of detentions to be divided amongst each of the four heads, and to ensure this careless behavior ceases completely you will receive five strokes of the cane.”

“Yes, sir,” replied an embarrassed, red cheeked, Hermione weakly.

“Hands flat on the desk and bend at the waist,” he instructed evenly.

Wanting to get it over with, Hermione hurriedly complied while Slughorn conjured the cane with a flick of his wand.

The first stroke fell with a muffled whack. Even with the protection of her uniform skirt the pain that bloomed was more intense than she had anticipated and she stood up and covered her bottom with her right hand in reflex.

“You are to stay in position the entire time young lady and if you cannot do so I will have to restrain you magically, as you could be hurt much more severely otherwise,” he stated firmly, beginning to fluster now that the punishment was underway.

“No, sir, I was just surprised,” Hermione explained with a slightly wobbly voice. Quickly dashing her tears away, Hermione repositioned and braced herself for the remaining strokes.

Once prepared, Hermione barely made a sound save for the sharp intake of breath caused by stroke number four, which landed at the sensitive junction between bottom and thigh, and the quiet sniffling that followed the final blow.

Although her arse smarted, and did it ever, it couldn’t hold a candle to being tortured by Bellatrix; so once the surprise of the first smack wore off, the pain, although it had mounted over the course of her chastisement was bearable and only mildly annoying in comparison.

“I hope you will remember to be mindful of your actions and that I do not have to take such drastic measures again; although it pains me to bring you to tears, dear, if your behavior does not improve you will find yourself once again facing the cane,” Professor Slughorn chastised lightly.

“Yes, sir, I really am sorry; Thanks,” Hermione wobbled her appreciation when Slughorn offered her a handkerchief to mop up her tears.

“To the Slytherin dorms, oh, and Miss Dagworth,” began Slughorn enticing Hermione to halt and turn in his direction, “cushioning charms and soothing salves are forbidden; and if it is discovered that you have used either you will receive your punishment anew.”

“Yes, Professor,” Hermione replied respectfully.

Making her way to the girl’s lavatory, Hermione looked at her red rimmed eyes in the mirror for a moment before turning on the cold water taps and splashing her face with the refreshingly cool water. Once her face was no longer a tear streaked, blotchy mess she headed for the Slytherin common room, hoping that she could slip in unnoticed and call it an early night.

‘No such luck’ Hermione thought as she spied Lucius on the couch nearest the fireplace; though suspiciously the entirety of the rest of the common room was empty.

Turning toward the opening door Lucius greeted her with, “are you alright, my dear?”

The sincerity in his voice was astounding; neither was it contrived or overly sentimental. Though as Hermione new his true nature, at least toward those of ‘her kind’, his concern slightly annoyed her and she brushed it off with, “I’m fine, Lucius.”

‘Honestly, did he think I was going to succumb to tears’ she thought to herself?

Inclining his head to indicate that he understood the topic closed, he waited until Hermione sat beside him before he began again.

“Would you accompany me to Hogsmead, the weekend after next?” he queried unabashedly.

“Do you think I’m allowed? I’ve a month’s worth of detentions,” she stated inanely as she knew she must turn him down but did not wish to hurt his feelings.

“If you were banned, you would know it darling,” Lucius stated knowingly.

“Alright then,” Hermione replied amicably, startling herself. Although Lucius should have been unsure as to her response, at least in Hermione’s opinion, he wasn’t the least bit surprised by it. Clearly they liked one another, why wouldn’t she wish to join him for a Hogsmead weekend?
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