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By Order of Lord Potter	By : serpentclara Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 19628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Angered Dark Lord
- 2-In the Corridor
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A/N: A big
thank you to reviewers and the person who e-mailed me with a request. Don�t worry, this is only the beginning, but I can�t
guarantee how often I�ll update. I�ll try to involve
Ron in a scene somehow, though, as well as Harry and some others.

� CHAPTER TWO �
Lucius Malfoy walked
along the darkened corridor lit by torches that connected the numerous rooms
and chambers in the Dark Lord�s headquarters. There were rooms for each and every follower of the Dark Lord, and some of the
Death Eaters practically lived at the headquarters. Lucius often spent the
night in the suite allotted to him in his Master�s castle, even though he still
resided at his manor.
Suddenly, he saw a witch
emerge from a door to the side. She was, like nearly
everyone here, dressed in the silken black robes of the Dark Lord�s followers.
She streaked past him without even the slightest sign of acknowledgement, her
hair and robes flapping behind her.
Grinning evilly to
himself, Lucius stuck out a hand and grabbed a handful of her cloak. She
jumped, stumbling, and spun around angrily to shout at whoever dared assault
her this way. She was Harry�s most trusted henchwitch!
�Out of my way, Malfoy,�
she said distastefully as she recognised who was in her path. �And let go of
me!�
He released her cloak,
but as she turned to continue on her way, he seized her wrists instead and
shoved her over to the nearest wall.
The woman�s brown eyes
narrowed angrily. �What do you think you�re doing? Release me this instant!�
she said indignantly.
�I think not,� he
drawled, amused. �You are nothing but a Mudblood who erroneously believes
herself intelligent ��
She flinched at the
insult, trying to jerk her arms out of his grasp. �Harry favours me above you!�
she cried. �You�re just jealous!�
He laughed. �Jealous? Why
in the world would I envy a Mudblood and a woman?�
�Harry will punish you
for this!� she said shrilly, struggling against him.
Lucius smiled cruelly.
�Actually,� he said, not hiding how thoroughly he was enjoying this, �Our
Master has had enough of your argumentativeness, it would appear. You really
angered him, the last time you barged into his office ��
The Mudblood�s � mud-coloured
eyes widened. �What do you mean?� she said, ceasing to struggle for a moment.
He looked at her in
pleasure, her righteous disbelief amusing him greatly. �Our Lord,� he continued
softly, �has given me the task of � ah � taming you. He has also given
me permission to make you mine along the way ��
�What are you saying?� she
shrieked, paling. �Don�t be ridiculous! Harry would never do such a
thing � I�m his best friend, he knows I worry about
him! He is smart enough to realise it�s for his own
good, even if he doesn�t have the sense to listen to my advice! I refuse to
believe � Harry is a sensible person! How dare you make up such a thing � when
he finds out �!�
�That is where you are
wrong, Mudblood,� he hissed in her ear, and he felt her shiver. �I am acting on
the Dark Lord�s orders. It seems you are out of favour with him � he has asked
me to teach you a lesson.� His grip tightened around her wrists as she
squirmed.
�You are lying! I know
Harry, he isn�t like that!�
�There is so much you do
not know, my dear Mudblood,� he told her, paying no attention to her tireless
attempts to wriggle out of his grip. �Women are meant to please men � did you
not know this? It is in submission that a witch can find fulfilment � not in
resistance but in surrender, and if she revolts, she is to be punished ��
He caressed her cheek.
She flinched away from his touch. �You�re disgusting!� she spat, her struggles
getting rather desperate. There was a hint of fear in her eyes now. She was no
doubt hoping Potter would come and rescue her from the lower-ranking Death
Eater who dared threaten her � but that was not to be.
�You know nothing about
our world,� his taunted mercilessly, relentlessly in her ear. �You know nothing
about how to be a witch � and that is just fitting, as you aren�t truly one.�
�That�s not true!� she
shrieked. �I�ve read �� But she was interrupted before she could name all the
books in the Hogwarts library. His hand swung around and slapped her like a
disobedient child, leaving a bright red mark on her cheek. Hidden under his
Invisibility Cloak, Harry Potter grinned. Merlin knew he had wanted to do that
for ages �
She clutched a hand to
her cheek, angry tears forming in her eyes. The drawling voice continued
jeering her, cutting into pieces whatever fragile self-confidence she had
managed to gain by obstinate, obsessive research.
�Books cannot teach you
to be a pure-blood. Books haven�t taught you to behave
like a lady, or to mind your place. More important than empty, useless
knowledge is blood and standing, and neither of these matters can be attained
by bookish ambition. What�s the use of magical theory
being taught to a Muggle? They will never be able to use it, as knowledge of
magic does not enable one to do it.�
Hermione opened her mouth
to retort, only to find nothing to say against his logic. Pointedly aware of
this, he continued triumphantly:
�Our Lord has commanded
me to subdue you � to transform you, to teach you to hold your tongue,� he said
casually, cold eyes alight with malevolence. �I will make you mine by force ��
Hermione gasped. He took
advantage of her shock, leaned down and � kissed her. She instantly went still,
her mouth opening in involuntary receptiveness. A sudden weakness came over
her, and her hands clenched on his forearms as she leant back against the cold stone wall behind her.
He pulled away, taking one
look at her flushed cheeks and half-closed eyes. The Dark Lord was right,
he thought, it will be very easy to subjugate her using the right methods. And then I�ll be his right-hand man, as I was to Lord
Voldemort �
He slapped the dazed
Mudblood across the face again, then smiled coldly at
the affronted look in her brown eyes. �Ready to admit I am your superior yet,
Mudblood? Worry not, I am in no hurry � though by the time I am finished with
you, you will be begging to be mine �� With a last mocking glance at the
girl, he turned and walked away.
He left her there, and
she stared at his retreating back. The moment Hermione thought she was alone in
the hallway, she could hold it no longer. She sank to her knees on the floor, a
flood of tears trickling down her cheeks. It made the invisible Dark Lord smile
in satisfaction.
Minutes later, Lord
Potter moved stealthily, unseen and unheard, through the labyrinth-like
corridors of his castle. He prided himself on being the only man alive who knew
all its secrets. For instance, he alone was aware of the fact that the phrase
�walls have ears� took on a particularly literal significance in this building.
He also knew dozens of shortcuts and concealed passages connecting its hundred
rooms, and while some of these passages were accessible to anyone who knew
their existence, others required a password. Others yet � the most useful ones
� could only be opened by someone who knew Parseltongue.
This had,
after all, used to be his predecessor�s base of operations. He could only
imagine how Voldemort had to be rolling in his grave right now, if he knew his
precious castle was the home of his lifelong enemy, the one who had destroyed
him multiple times and who, eventually, murdered him only to claim his title,
followers, achievements, and headquarters as his own.
Right now, Harry�s
destination was the suite of his other lieutenant and best friend, Ron Weasley.
He was sure Ron would find the recent developments concerning a certain
brown-haired witch worthy of interest. Judging by the number of arguments he
had lost to Hermione during their time at Hogwarts alone, and the Muggle-born�s
aptitude at riling him up to the point of boiling anger, Harry was sure Ron
would be very, very pleased indeed to hear his Lord�s decision of humbling
Hermione up a bit. Perhaps I�ll even allow him to help, mused Harry. Merlin
knows he�d enjoy it, if I�m not mistaken about the
reasons of his behaviour in our fourth year �
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