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Across the Universe	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5057 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's Notes:
I have come to realize that the last time i posted here was over summer which is relevantly 6 months ago.
I know i have been posting for the other stories and this looked like it has been left behind.
I have not abandoned it.
But I truly lacked focus on this one and the writer's block kept coming from the concept i have built around it for the possible loose ends i'd come across.
I needed so much time to find myself and gather myself back again to write and work on this.
Until summer work came that i had to focus on the recital of my students, i had to rearrange my home as the last time i updated this one i have just moved out across town and i had to tend to a lot of things.
Life basically got in the way and just when i was starting to work on things again, my father had just passed away. well, technically, my godfather. but he raised me as his own and he had just passed away and it drove me to the edge.
i am reposting my author's note on that one here and i do hope that you still keep coming back to check on this story.
i'm trying to get back on track on work and everything else since i'm settled at this part of town and work is more regular than it has been for the past weeks.

Lots of love everyone
xx

I have so many excuses for missing out on all my stories for the past weeks, and months or so.

I have been flooded with work and with a lot of other 'does not make sense' kind of thing in my life right now.
But most importantly and very recently, my father (godfather actually) passed away last October 5, 2018.

He was supposed to turn 59 this November 1. He passed away due to some liver problem that was diagnosed of him two years ago. He was lucky to last for two more years after that diagnosis.
He is my godfather but he literally raised me up as the family lived under the same house. His wife is my aunt (mom's sister) and other than my grandma, i was closest to him.
He was an Impressionist Painter and he had a great impact and influence in my life. I always looked up to him and loved him dearly.
I was the last to see him in the hospital and after my visit ,he passed away the following morning.
They say he might have been waiting for my visit.
I couldn't visit him on the first days he was taken into the hospital because of my own health risk at the moment; but i fought my way into seeing him late Friday night.
It saddens me gravely and the past two weeks is a struggle that I thought i would never endure again from the passing of my grandma last 2012.
The pain of loss after death is the most inevitable and horrifying experience one will ever have.
His things are still all over our house, his studio still remained intact, untouched as he left everything.
And it makes me cry every now and then to realize that he wasn't coming home anymore from a late night with his friends, dinner and sketching with other artists and all that.
That he wasn't coming back home for me to find him in his studio painting at the ungodly hours because that's the way he is.
It makes me cry at the thought that i wasn't going to receive a morning message from him at my coffee mornings at my favourite cafes. That there will be no weekend visits at home from me where i'll spend it with him and mom and aunt for a brunch or so.
I will always miss him.
I'm sorry i had to burst that all our here cause it makes me feel extremely depress lately.
I had to miss so much into my writing and right now, my writing comforts me better than anything else in this world.

Lots of love.
let me know how all of you are ding

sending love and light

Chapter XVI
The Secret Room

The first day back at work after the gala had been challenging for Hermione in ways more than one.
First of all was the fact that at eight in the morning, she had to be at the meeting for which most Ministry and head departments were present and for which Loki attended himself.
As the foreign guest investing in their government post-war and all the damages he had offered to help rebuild, he was all present at these gatherings.
Hermione entered the room with Harry still hyped up from a recent letter from Ron sending them both tickets to an international game for which he managed to get tickets being the honored guest for an event as being part of the Golden Trio who saved the world.
He had been too excited to notice that Hermione was still feeling uneasy three days right after they’ve both seen Loki Laufeyson at the gala event.

The moment they had entered, he was already there and was animatedly talking to Kingsley about a map of London and an underground construction he had been asking questions about.
Hermione was still too pissed at the man and too confused with her feelings towards the same man that she’s barely listening to what was being talked about around her.

She took her usual seat next to Harry at the long meeting table and glanced only once at Loki as she settled herself in her seat and had needed to make a gesture to Kingsley as a morning greeting.
He had not looked back at her but Hermione was sure that he was well aware who had arrived
Today, he was wearing another pair of his elegant suits but one thing she’s noticed was that his hair had seemingly been slightly shorter and was fixed in an airy or rather wavy kind of style that admittedly, made him look younger in a way.

How love changes people.

Pathetic, Hermione quietly thought to herself.

Hermione rolled her eyes, pushing the thought off her head and made a sound with her tongue as she settled herself next to Harry.
A witch quickly walked to their side of the table carrying a breakfast tray for the both of them.
“Oh, not mine.” Hermione muttered as Harry was quickly delighted by the servings as he had missed breakfast that morning for oversleeping. “I’m not included at the people who ordered breakfast this morning.”
“Oh, but this is for you Miss Granger-“ the old witch had said smiling at her and settling a cup of coffee next to her tray. “Mr. Potter, here is yours-“
“I’m not hungry.” Hermione said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t order any-“
“Breakfast complimentary from Mr. Laufeyson, Miss Granger.” Kingsley cordially said across the room gesturing to the man next to him. “The meeting will be quite long, a bun and coffee or two won’t hurt. Please.”
Hermione stared at the Minister and knew that he was giving her the ‘please just accept and behave yourself’ kind of look from the Minister.
Hermione looked back at Harry who was already halfway into finishing a large cinnamon bun and as she stared back at Loki across the room, he was reading a parchment in his hand.
Hermione knew that he wasn’t reading at all but was obviously listening to what she had to say.
Arsehole, Hermione bitterly thought to herself this time.

“I’m sure it won’t.” Hermione said through gritted teeth lashing out a fake smile. “Thanks then.”
She kept her eyes hard on Loki as she grabbed a bun from the tray and then moved the coffee cup nearer her and before she could even settle back on her chair, she could swear that he had smirked over the paper he had previously been ‘seriously reading’ a few nano-seconds ago.
“I’m going to hex him.” Hermione muttered under her breath as she scooted her chair closer to Harry. “I’m asking him to give me one - just one legit reason – and I’m going to hex his balls off and send him back from wherever the fuck he had come from.”
Harry had been barley listening to her as he reached over for another cinnamon bun and toasted her to the cup of coffee in his hand.
“Oh this is just great. Would you like me to butter one more bun for you?” Hermione angrily whispered back at him as she tossed the bun she took over her platter and didn’t even touch it.
“Just calm down.” Harry whispered back at her as Kingsley began the meeting. “We’ll talk later. Just calm down or Kingsley will-“
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Hermione muttered back rolling her eyes and inching away from Harry and pretending to get something in her small bag to start taking notes. “This is going to be a very, very long day.”

And it has been more than a long day.
The time of the meeting had taken most of the morning and by lunch time, they were barely even done so lunch had also been served which had been sponsored yet again, by Loki Laufeyson.
Hermione was barely even listening the whole time whenever it was Loki’s turn to speak before the meeting room.
Her attention span was getting shorter by the hours as she grew hungry in her refusal to eat anything the man had sponsored in the room.
He had showed his plans and had suggested couple of things and had claimed that he was willing to listen to suggestions by the people around him and based on Hermione’s opinion, nobody wanted to have a say against whatever he had laid out onto the room.
His skills and intellect on the given topics had been quite advance in Hermione’s opinion that the people around the room agreed to all of it only because they weren’t that familiar with whatever infrastructure or strategies he had been giving for the others to have a say against any of it.

She had tried her best to hold her tongue and question what he had to say at the meeting and he had been very, very good in ignoring or rather finding a way for someone else in the room to answer her in his obvious attempt to avoid talking directly at her.
Hermione’s impatience grew by the moment and by the fourth time that she had laid out a question and Loki had adamantly threw it around the room for someone else to answer, she had to excuse herself to go to the restroom to avoid hexing anyone in the room.
She had heavily marched out of the meeting hearing a “Stressed out?” low yet mocking tone from the man himself as there were jeers around the room before he continued upon a layout of the underground infrastructure he had been suggesting to be built.

“Who the mother of fucker does he think he is?!” Hermione angrily spat as she walked out of the hallway with Harry that afternoon after hours and hours in the meeting.
“Hermione, calm down.” Harry whispered as he rushed to keep up with her fast pace. “We’ve barely left the room, he might hear you-“
“Oh, I hope he hears me!” Hermione spat at him.
“Hermione, please-“
“I don’t care!” Hermione snapped back at him as they stalked down the corridor that will lead them to the lifts. “I don’t give a fuck – who the hell – he’ll come down here from out of wherever that is and tell us – our government what to-“
“’Mione, seriously, we can do this later-“
“No, Harry.” Hermione argued back. “We can do this now. I’ve been sitting like an idiot there for hours with my brain being fried by nonsense – he doesn’t even really care about queries and suggestions- Can’t you see? He’s not even answering my questions or talking about my suggestions – clearly he’s being an arse-“
“’Mione-“
“No, you let me finish.” Hermione argued as they walked down to another corridor. “He’s just – you know ego? I think he might have accumulated all of them from staring back up at the stars –“
“Hermione!”
“No! Let me finish.” Hermione yelled back at him.
Harry halted and stared back at her in shock at her growing anger to the man.
“’Mione, be reasonable.” Harry gently argued with her. “He’s just.. he has things to contribute and I personally think that Kingsley would have a say if he thinks or see anything funny that should not-“
“Oh my god, Harry!” Hermione heavily sighed in a frustrated manner. “Seriously?! Who the mother of fuck does he think he is-“
“Laufeyson.” drawled a deep voice behind them halting them both and making them turn. “I have also been called Odinson. But being out here into the real world, I’d prefer my real name.”
The both of them fully turned and saw Loki standing behind them with his assistant and was staring at the two of them with a bemused smile over his face.
“We weren’t talking about you.” Harry quickly said not wanting to make the issue bigger despite know that the man had obviously heard them already. “We’ve just been-“
“No, Harry.” Hermione said stepping forward and crossing her arms in front of Loki. “Let him know that we’re talking about him.”
“I’m honored, Miss Granger.” Loki said with a gentle bow from his head. “Should there be anything I can be of service of, kindly let me know.”
“Why don’t you just go back where you came from?” Hermione interrupted him knowing she was crossing the line.
“I beg your pardon?” Loki asked as his assistant made a step forward but he quickly held up a hand to stop him.

There was an intense silence between them and Harry moved forward to grab Hermione’s wrist to pull her back from her stance and Hermione quickly shoved his hand off her.
Loki’s eyes flickered at Harry’s gesture and at the way Hermione had reacted upon it.
He smiled, a smirk that only insulted Hermione further.
“You really are very feisty Miss Granger, aren’t you?” he whispered with a touch of smile at the corners of his lips as he took one step forward as if to intimidate Hermione.
His eyes moved from Hermione then back at Harry who was looking as apologetic as ever.
He was obviously trying to avoid any fights and any issue between this man who had promising plans for their world especially in rebuilding one too many of the things that had been damaged by the war.
“Mr. Laufeyson.” Harry began stepping before Hermione and gently taking her hand. “Hermione is just a little-“
“No, I’m not a little of anything.” Hermione said as Harry moved closer her to take her wrist as gentle yet as urgent as he could possibly do so.
Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to take her attention, desperately trying to shut her up.

Loki’s eyes moved and passed towards Harry’s hand around Hermione’s hand, equivalently holding it with a gentle touch to it.
His eyes moved again, this time with a sharp glance at Harry.

“You know Mr. Potter, I’d be very honest with you.” Loki said as he stepped forward, placing himself closer Harry and standing tall before him as if he was trying to intimidate him. “I haven’t really got any problem with your dear friend, Miss Granger. However she seems to be harboring some sort of-“
“I’m not harboring anything.” Hermione spat moving forward and closer to the man. “You come down here to our government, parading your money like a Malfoy-“
“Hermione-“ Harry muttered grabbing her hand again.
Loki stared, his head askew in question of the term.
“What’s a Malfoy?” he asked with a look over his face.
“Mr. Laufeyson.” Harry tried to begin again as this time, he forcibly pulled Hermione back and right behind him. “Miss Granger is just tired. Please let this pass. Please pay no attention to all these – she will be better and I assure you that-“
“No, no, she has something to say.” Loki said with a benign smile at them both. “Let Hermione Granger speak her mind, yes?”
Hermione’s eyes burned him and she was sure that he was mocking her once more for something.
She made a move again and step forward Harry and Loki and opened her mouth ready to debate her argument when the elevator made a sound and opened up.
They looked up at the direction of the elevator and the same woman, Elaiza Raines stepped out of the elevator.
Hermione’s eyes quickly flared at the sight of her and Harry could sense the burning desire for her to do something drastic.
Elaiza stepped out of the lift with an airy look about her as if she had entered a shop and not a government facility.
There at the Ministry of Magic, in the middle of the day, she had arrived wearing what looked like a night dress.
Hermione stared sideways at Loki and all anger had vanished from his face and even Harry was ogling at the tall woman.
She had her hair down in nice wavy ends, full make up and a nice see-through clothes as if she had worn it over undergarments like one who is walking through under the heat of the beach.

Her eyes quickly lit up upon seeing Loki there at the corridor.

“Daaaaah-rrrrrliiiing..” she coyly said in her French accent as she moved forward to Loki ignoring the rest of the people around them.
“My darling.” Loki whispered back as he received her in his arm.
And then right then and there for the world to see, Elaiza moved her face to him and Loki accepted her lips into a warm and deep kiss that had lasted more than necessary in a public place.
Harry coughed, red in the face as he looked away while Hermione’s eyes turned to slits as she stared at the woman before her – looking sexy and classy and very expensive all at the same time.
“You remember my sweet Elaiza?” Loki said gesturing to Harry and Hermione. “She came with me at the-“
“We know who she is.” Hermione snapped crossing her arms and staring at the woman as if she was some sort of walking virus. “I think we’re unlikely to forget her.”
“That is sweet of you, little girl.” the woman had noted in her accent and stared back down at Hermione as if she was a child.
Hermione had felt like she was being grilled right then and there and she could almost see Loki’s amused face out of the corner of her eyes.
“I’m not a little girl.” Hermione sharply muttered at the woman trying to stand straight and tall but she was barely her height. “If you must know, I’m already of age.”
Elaiza made a high-pitch laugh that was seemingly asking for Hermione’s vindictive side.
“Now, now, sweetheart.” Loki drawled at her moving his hand around her waist and whispering right at the part of her neck where the collarbone and the jawline met. “Be nice to them. They’re my colleagues now.”
“I’m very, very nice.” Elaiza chuckled. “Did you not just.. tell me ze that lastnight when we were-?”
“Shush, yes, I do remember.” Loki whispered back at her and then slowly looked up at the other two he gave them a short nod. “I apologize. She can be quite.. challenging.”
“I’m sure.” Hermione spat at him unable to stop herself. “Every woman for you is quite challenging, isn’t it?”
Loki’s eyes sharply turned to her and his attention for that split moment, was completely undivided from her.
“Alright, that’s it, we need to go.” Harry quickly interrupted giving Loki and Elaiza a smile.
Loki smiled cunningly back at them and his eyes moved away slowly from Hermione.
“I think we need to go.” Harry suddenly said feeling that Hermione’s blood was already boiling up to the core. “We do have some things to finish-“
“Oh, Mr. Potter.” Elaiza smoothly muttered moving forward and offering her hand to him. “It’s….the ze boy.. who lived…”
Harry stared at her hand and though she offered it to him for a short kiss, Harry very briefly touched it and shook it.
He quickly let it go and Hermione didn’t miss the gesture.
“But daaaah-hhhrling have you told them?” Elaiza asked Loki as she turned back at him after giving Harry a very embarrassed look. “The party?”

A bright look passed Loki’s eyes as he nodded at her and then kissed her over the cheek.
“Oh, right, I haven’t.” Loki said with a proud smile over his face as he turned back at the two. “Elaiza here is hosting the next charity event at her villa. We would be delighted to see the both of you there.”
“That would be nice.” Harry simply said really wanting to leave already. “But I’m not-“
“I’ve forgotten to announce it earlier at the meeting but nevertheless, invitation would be sent out. That is three days from today-“
“We can’t go.” Hermione simply said. “Harry and I are too busy to make time for social gatherings. Unlike yourselves, we don’t have unlimited leisure time.”
Elaiza gave a loud and hearty laugh that only irritated Hermione further.
“What’s so funny?” she strike at her.
Harry looked completely alarmed by now but Loki looked anything else but amused.
She shook her head, moving closer to Loki and playing with the ends of his black hair.
“You’re really this.. girl I keep on hearing Miss Greeey-ger.” Elaiza muttered her tone lacy at her direction. “Can’t you rest? Besides, this project would host the investor that would ze giving budget for the eeeel-ves that you protest’er before?”
“What?” Hermione spat at her finding herself hating the French language for the first time in her life. “What did you say?”
She turned from her to Loki with an utmost look over her face.
“What did she say?” she demanded of him, eyes glinting.
“The investors for the benefit and welfare of house-elves would be there at the occasion.” Loki gradually explained to her. “One of the main charities the event would be donating to is the department that holds the budget for the upcoming programme of retired hour-elves-“
“SPAAAW? I think?” Elaiza butted in. “I heard it’s sp-spawt-spe-“
“It’s S.P.E.W.” Hermione spat at her through gritted teeth without taking her eyes off Loki. “That’s the name of the programme I’ve come up with ages ago.”
“Then the more than you are expected to be there.” Loki simply said staring at Hermione then at Harry as if trying to convince Harry and knowing that if he does convince Harry, he could convince Hermione.
“That’s impossible.” Harry said almost laughing. “They’ve never accepted the programme as a legit-“
“They have.” Loki said. “That’s one of the funding contracts we’ve reviewed and donated to in the past-“
“But it won’t just pass-“
“Mr. Potter.” Elaiza said silkily as her eyes moved from Loki then to Hermione and then at Harry. “I think if they’ve been donated ze say, fifty thousand – galleons? Isn’t that so my loooove –“ she gestured lovingly at Loki, “ – it will be assured and secured that ze department will be-“
“Who would donate that big of a money?” Hermione said eyes wide and now very interested in the topic. “Nobody in the many years has ever even looked at the files proposed for their welfare and – it’s just impossible. I refuse… who would donate such big amount of money??”
“I would.” Loki simply said with a bracing smile over his face. “And I’ve just done.”
“YOU WHAT?!” the other two yelped together.
Harry and Hermione’s eyes turned up at him and Harry felt that Hermione was suddenly burning with questions and many other things in between.
“But you can’t-“ Hermione protested at the verge of stepping forward again if not for Harry’s hold around her arm. “You can’t just – I refused- this is stupid – you’re parading your money around like some –“
“Like some kind of what, Miss Granger?” Loki said with a look over his face as he turned to her. “I’m having a feeling you have some personal vendetta about how I give away my money, Miss Granger.”

But before either of them could say anything else, Elaiza had taken Loki’s arm.
“I’m getting bored.” she simply said. “Let’s go daaaaah-rrrrling.. you promised to take me somewhere.. private today.”
Loki’s eyes moved from Hermione then back at Elaiza as if taunting her right then and there.
He kissed her hand whilst his eyes were on Hermione.
“We do have to go.” Loki whispered. “It is such a pleasure seeing both of you. Mr. Potter, it was nice to see you again and I do hope your friend Miss Granger feels better the next time I see her around. Good day to you both.”
“Mr. Laufeyson-“ Harry began but he looked like he was barely listening. “Hermione is just quite tired tonight to really-“
“Understandable, Mr. Potter.” Loki had interrupted him with a small smile across his thin lips. “But you would have to excuse us.”
And before Harry nor Hermione could do anything, Loki gave them a nod and placed his hands around Elaiza’s way and swayed her with him away from the other two.

“Who the mother of fucker does he think he is?” Hermione angrily said as she closed her apartment’s door after signing a receiving delivery card.
Loki Laufeyson had sent her blue roses and an invitation to the party two days away from it.
“Who the mother of fucker does he really, really think he is?!” Hermione spat as she entered the other room.
Harry was sitting over the couch and holding an expensive bottle of wine in his hands.
Before they’ve been interrupted by the delivery of roses in her apartment, Harry had come over to show her an expensive bottle of wine sent to him that morning with an invitation to the party of Mr. Laufeyson.
Hermione had then received her flowers and invitation fifteen minutes later.
“Don’t think too much.” Harry had said. “He is obviously sending everyone something.”
“Roses?” Hermione said with a flicker of spite in her tone. “Really?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Harry said in a mocking voice and disbelief over his face. “Did you want me to receive roses too?”
There was a sly smile over his face as he tried to calm her down.
“Not funny.” Hermione said as she tried to move away from Harry’s grasp. “Move over.”
She pushed him from her favourite spot over her own couch and stared back at her bestfriend.
He was staring back at her with a hard grip over the bottle of wine.
“You’re enjoying all these freebie.” Hermione said with a dark look over her eyes. “You’re enjoying all these Laufeyson giveaways.”
Harry had been constraining his laughter but upon hearing it, he suddenly burst into one.
Hermione’s eyes turned to slit and she grabbed the pillow from the couch and hit him several times with it.
“I knew it.” Hermione said. “It’s wine. It’s freaking just wine Harry- I can bloody buy you-“
“No, you won’t.” Harry told her as he tried to defend himself with his arms. “You won’t buy me. Besides, it’s free. Who doesn’t want free-“
“You bloody-aaargh!” Hermione screamed as Harry lowered all the other items around them and grabbed her around the waist and started tickling her nontstop. “Stop!”
“You’ve bloody got to calm yourself down, Hermione. The man is doing his best to be nice. He is helping rebuild our world.”
Harry had been smiling, laughing even.
He always was the one who calmed her down and for some reason, he felt that he needed to do this to help her avoid trouble that she was surely calling out to because of the way she was treating Laufeyson.

“I don’t like him.” Hermione told him as he let her go and they both settled back down the couch. “I just don’t like him.”

“You don’t like him or you don’t like that woman having all her tentacles all over Laufeyson?” Harry asked her staring deep into her eyes.
She blushed and she looked away from him.
She attempted to say something but Harry silenced her with a nod as he held her hand.
“I’m your bestfriend. I always know. You don’t need to be ashamed of anything.” Harry told her trying to make her smile with his own. “I don’t know him either but he seems like a lad who can actually take care of you or protect you or something-“
“We don’t know that.”
“No, we don’t.” Harry said. “But he looked like he was all the way sincere and he really liked you. And then you rejected him so what was he supposed to do or feel? That’s the way he is because he’s a man. That’s the way we are. Jerks.”

Hermione almost smiled at him at Harry’s testimony on Loki’s obvious indifference right after she had flat our rejected him.
But she had said too much damage already and she was sure that the snake-like woman won’t just remove her tentacles all over Laufeyson especially the way that it looked – they were both enjoying one another’s company.

As Harry said, Loki is a jerk and one that has needs and that woman obviously provided him everything that he needed and wanted from a woman.

She just wasn’t that kind of individual.
And that was exactly why Loki Laufeyson wouldn’t want her any longer.

“I’m not easy.” Hermione told Harry sinking back down the soft couch and frowning at her bestfriend. “And that’s what makes this all difficult.”
“No.” Harry said giving her an embrace and a kiss over the forehead. “That what makes you worth it.”

There was a sound of something akin to a long and echoing scream and then a loud thud, the sound of someone who had fallen back down painfully over the carpeted floor.
There was a grown of something like a mixture of anger and pain.
And then the sound of an unlocking of the chained door.

The double doors opened and for the first time in what felt like weeks or months, ray of light entered the dark room.
There was a bright light as if someone had casted out ‘Lumos’ but it wasn’t that spell.
It was a different light, casted by a different kind of magic.

He groaned over the floor as he heard the heavy boots taking the steps into the dimly lit room.
“I have an impression that you keep lying to me.” his voice was deep and half amused but the stark aura of spite and controlled anger was also evident in the tone. “Which gives me the same impression that you want to die very soon.”
“Tell me, did she turn you into a ferret?” answered a drawling voice in utter pain out of difficulty to move or speak.

His eyes moved to the blonde boy lying in pain, helpless over the carpeted floor.
His bluish green eyes moved over his thinning body, tortured out of the days from a magic he had now known nor was able to protect himself from.

“Your abode is serving me very well but the information you provide does not.” Loki’s spiteful voice turned as he halted from walking around the body like a snake watching over its prey. “Is this an indication that you really want to die?”
“I told you already.” the voice answered back in a heavy and cold drawl. “That girl isn’t someone you can just take and use for your desires. If any, she will be the most difficult witch you’ll ever find. I don’t understand why you’re wasting time with that Mudblood.”

He pursed his lips at the term.
He didn’t really understand it but there was something indecent about the term this boy had been using on her.

And for some reason, he does hate it when this boy called her that.

“Then don’t be an imbecile and tell me how I can woe her into granting me what I need!” Loki suddenly yelled at him and then he held his hand up and without touching the young wizard on the ground he electrocuted him with an ancient kind of magic that he was completely unprepared for.

He screamed on the floor as the pain that had momentarily hit him was something far from what he knew but not any different from the effects of the Cruciatus Curse that he knew of.

He stopped using the spell on him and he coughed on the ground as he attempted to move, to slightly crawl away from the man before him.
He spit out blood from his mouth and he slowly and painfully moved his neck up to look at the man before him.

A rightful king stared down at the once powerful young heir of one of the most powerful Pureblood families in the Wizarding World – well, that was once upon a time.
But it was no longer.

“I have not kept you to remain alive for nothing. If I have no use of you, then you must know that sooner, I shall be egged to dispose of you.” Loki said through gritted teeth as he stared down at the pointed face of the young blonde who looked up at him with a mocking distaste from his face.
He lay over in his torn clothes and slightly bloody physique.

How horrible it was of an idea for him to be lured into that trap.
Out of his grudges and his greed, he had pushed himself into a trap that had landed him into this kind of tortured life.
Imprisoned in his own house, without means to reach his own magic to protect his lair or himself and without any hope or rescue from the Wizarding World whom he was sure of that if he dies, wouldn’t even feel the slightest tinge of loss.
He was irrelevant in the Wizarding World – all the Pureblood ones – and everyone else who had supported the Dark Lord Voldemort was.

Once a powerful family they had been but it was no longer.
He was going to die a painful death at the hands of this mysterious man of ancient times and of the land of the gods and nobody would ever mourn or know of it.

He had become irrelevant to this world – all Malfoys had been.

And he knew that he, Draco Lucius Malfoy, was going to die alone and powerless in the hands of the god who called himself, Loki Laufeyson.
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