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Redemption	By : triz Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 11391 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer - I own nothing! I’m just borrowing from J.K. Rowling!

Chapter 2

“You god damn, sons of a bitches!” Lucius swore at the two guards that he was struggling against as he was being led to Hermione’s cell. He managed to get an elbow in or two, but he himself got hit, receiving a split lip and a painful punch to his gut.

“Must you always fight against us, Malfoy?” the warden asked dryly as he stood at the open door of Hermione’s cell. “Or are you looking forward to another torturous suffering this weekend with my whip or cane?”

“Fuck you, Darren,” Lucius said angrily. He always fought against the warden and guards because of, or rather, for Hermione.

Obviously, she was incapable to fight them on her own, and did so whenever he could. His punishment for such actions was that he himself would get a beating. He really didn’t care about himself, and tried to defend Hermione as best as he could. Ironic how it was that he once looked at her as some despicable and useless Muggle, who was beneath him. But that changed over the five years quickly. Now, he cared for her very much.

“Disgusting to see how your point of view has changed drastically,” Warden Jules Darren commented. With a nod to the guards, they shoved Lucius to his knees as he locked the cell door. “Tomorrow night, she’s mine and mine alone.”

As soon as they walked away, Lucius crawled towards Hermione, who was sprawled naked on the floor. “Hermione?” he croaked, cupping her face in his hands as he tried to make her regain consciousness. “C’mon, Love, open your eyes.” When she didn’t, he felt for a pulse against her neck, and sighed in relief when he felt it.

Glancing at her body, he could feel the bile in his stomach threaten to rise. It was just like the first time the warden had forced him to clean her up. She was covered in blood and cum at the end of it all. No matter how many times he saw her in the same situation, it was something he never got used to.

Slowly, and as gently as he could, he lifted her up in his strong arms, trying his best not to touch her fresh wounds on her back. He carried her to her wooden bed that had no mattress, but one flat pillow, and settled her on it. After, he walked to the corner where there was a bucket of clean water with a few towels and made his way back to her. The water and towels were always there when the time came to clean her up.

As Lucius turned her over to wash the wounds on her back, he was pleased that she wasn’t conscious, not wanting her to feel the extreme stinging pain. She had already been in enough physical pain, and didn’t want her to endure anymore.

For the five years he had been in Azkaban, Lucius had aided Hermione countless of times after being raped. He remembered the first time he did it, being more than shocked. She was frantic and thought that he too would rape her. It took a very long time to convince her that he wasn’t going to hurt her, until she eventually gave in. From then on, her trust of him slowly grew, until she trusted no one else but him. As for him, his heart ached for her that first night, forgetting all of his old feelings towards her. Over time, not only did he care for her physically, but wholeheartedly as well.

Hermione awoke, looking at a blurred figure before her eyes cleared. She was relieved at seeing Lucius, as she found herself lying down sideways, facing him.

“Glad to see those beautiful eyes,” he commented with a small smile, just before he gave her a small peck on the cheek.

It had been awhile since he last asked if she was okay. He figured that it was a stupid question when she never replied to him. Obviously, she wasn’t, so instead, he gave her positive comments that were true, hoping that it would make her feel better somehow.

Hermione noticed his split lip, and reaching out to it with her fingertips.

Lucius gave her an assuring smile before holding her fingers against his lips, kissing them. “Don’t worry about me, Hermione. I’m fine,” he told her. “Now, I’ll have to clean you between your legs, okay?” Even though he cleaned her entire body numerous times, he always asked her permission to clean and touch her privates, not wanting to frighten her.

With a non-verbal yes, Hermione obliged and lifted one leg up, allowing him to clean her there. She closed her eyes, still feeling the disgusting semen inside her.

With another towel, and a gentle hand, Lucius cleaned her abused flesh, inside and out. He stopped, every so often, listening if she would make any whimpers. When he heard nothing, he continued on, making sure that he cleaned out every drop of semen possible. There was possibility that she could get pregnant, and that was a possibility that she couldn’t afford—not again.

After seeing that her back entrance hadn’t been abused, he placed the towels in the bucket, finished with his cleaning. He then helped her in her knickers, which he picked up on the floor, and took his shirt off his own back, placing it on her since hers had been ripped into two pieces.

All clean, and not feeling better, Hermione pulled at Lucius, making him sit next to her, snuggling into his warmth against the cold night. Her face was buried into the crook of his neck, as she felt an arm go around her shoulders. Sighing contently, she finally felt better, feeling safe and warm. “Staying?” she asked worriedly.

“Yes,” Lucius replied against her brow. He was pleased that she was conversing with him tonight. Most of time, she would keep silent, and sometimes just rock back and forth, curling up against the corner, too shocked to say anything. Even though she barely said anything, forming a few words from time to time, it was more than enough to hear. “There isn’t a guard at the door waiting to drag me back to my cell.”

The times when there wasn’t a guard, were the times that they both liked. He held her close against him, making her feel safe, even if it was just for a couple of hours.

“It’s midnight,” Lucius told her softly. He thought about letting them play imaginary things, which they did to help Hermione get her mind off reality. “I imagine us sitting in front of a warm fireplace, having a little midnight snack of our own. A few burgers and chips perhaps—I’ll have mine with bleu cheese.” It was certainly something nice to imagine, having had too many prison meals that seemed and tasted inedible.

Hermione was in no mood to play, and just wrapped her arms around him tightly as she looked at him. “Kill me…” she asked him, her voice distant.

“What?” Lucius asked in a frown. Did his ears hear her right?

“Kill me,” Hermione repeated, as tears started to escape from her eyes. “End this…”

Lucius felt his chest tighten and his eyes burn. He knew what ‘this’ exactly was. Soon enough, there too were a few tears slipping from the corner of his eyes. He pulled her to sit on his lap. “I won’t do that. I can’t,” he croaked, placing his brow against hers and cupped her face in his hands. “If I could actually stop them from raping you, I would, you know I would. I would never lay a hand on you, much less kill you.”

“Alone,” she said.

Lucius wanted to tell her that she wasn’t alone. Instead, he didn’t say anything but just claimed her lips with his, tasting the saltiness of her tears. At first, he felt her lips not respond, until a few seconds later, she allowed him entry into her mouth. He had kissed her many times before in the past, but never on her lips. Nothing like this—soft and innocent.

Hermione didn’t know how it all happened. First she was crying, and then she was kissing him back. She didn’t push him away, feeling something inside her flutter. When he pulled away, she let out a strangled sob, and clung onto him as if her life depended on it.

As Lucius continued to hold on to the sobbing witch in his arms, it was then and there he realized that he was in love with Hermione Granger.

AN – Like I said, very graphic. Are you still with me on this story? Review!
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