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Obscura	By : Lanoreen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 11697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1

Motto:
I AM
Ravaged, but spirited
Damaged, but still deserving.
Segovia Amil- I am

August 1st, 1997. A joyous day for William Weasley and Fleur Delacour. Everyone around the Burrow is busy with last preparations for the awaited wedding day. Everyone else other than me. Clock shows 9:27 AM, yet I do not find the will of getting out of bed. All I do is hug tight my teddy bear while I lay my head on my childhood's blanket for I use it as a pillow. They are the only ones to give me a sense of life, a faint will of moving on as they represent a strong memory of my now no longer parents. I am nobody's.
My eyes are teary enough to blur my sight and I just cover my face with my hands, letting out the tears to flow down my cheeks and chin. That pain in my chest will never go away. My parents will never see their daughter on her wedding day. Maybe I will never reach that day. Maybe an unforgivable spell will hit me and I will die, ending my cursed existence, maybe one day I will not take it anymore and I will die by my own hand. Please, make it stop, make it stop.. I hear my thoughts loud and clear and tell myself it will be alright, they are safe and that's all what matters. Molly loves you like her own child and will take care of you no matter what. But it's not enough. I feel so alone. I am at that point when I also long for that love written in the countless romance books I've read. I want to know what meeting my soulmate means. But no. Hermione needs to save the world, she has no time to be happy.
Someone is knocking on the door. I don't answer and I turn on the other side, almost hugging the wall. I don't want anyone to know I'm weak, insecure and depressed. The door is opening. Great.
'Are you alright, Hermione? I haven't seen you around and I got worried.' Harrys voice.
I don't answer. If I pretend I'm asleep, he will go away. Footsteps. He is actually coming towards my bed. Curse this boy, he is not able to take a hint even if you highlight it and stick it into his face.
'What's wrong, you know you can always count on me.' He then proceeds to take a seat on the edge of my bed. My bed. I feel my personal space being highly invaded and it's one of the worst things you could do to me.
'Potter, leave me alone.' I cannot hide my annoyance, no matter how hard I try. My voice is low and cracked.
'Hermione..' He then drags the bed sheet off of me that I used as cover. The idiot! I'm still with my back on him but I notice he doesn't say a word afterwards, only thing I can hear is his breath getting heavier. You did not expect me wearing a nightgown, did you? The thought makes me smirk, the old feeling of emptiness getting replaced by a devilish thought. I decide that if I play my cards right, I can embarrass him well enough to never enter my room uninvited. I wipe my dried out already tears and turn around with gracious moves so the silk nightgown moves up enough to discover my matching lace panties.
'What is it that you want?' I ask with an innocent voice, laying my right hand on purpose above the panty line. His eyes say everything. He's in shock. I bet he has never seen Ginny this way. I love his face, it's flushed and I can spot the sexual desire he develops for me as he's studying my body's curves. Shame I don't. He's never been more than a soul brother for me but if I were to choose between him and Ron, I'll rather have an imagined incestuous act with Harry than the latter. Nevertheless, I desire neither.
I could push this further. I then sit up in a provocative way, with slow movements and a smirk on my face, manage to put my hand on his chest and push him down on the mattress as I get on top of him. He instinctively puts his arms around me, pushing me against him. Really? I lean down as too kiss him, but I turn my head around, reaching his ear instead. With a seductive whisper I say 'Congratulations, Harry, you managed to get me out of bed'.
I know that it's time to stop or we will end up two virgins having their first sexual encounter in the house and bed of his girlfriend's mother. And quite frankly, I do not want to lose it to Harry. He's not my dream man with whom I want to spend my entire life. I want to get up but surprisingly, or not, he holds me down, pushing me against his begin of an erection.
Fucking hell, Harry, are you insane?
I need to do something fast, he's turning me on and I know I'll regret it later. I push him away and get out of bed, face flushed and heavy breathing. He looks confused at first then gets up himself and puts his arms around me for comfort. Or wants to rip off my clothes. One out of two. He leans down and I think he wants to kiss me so I turn my head down. I'm surprised to notice he only meant to kiss my forehead and have the decency to say nothing.
'Harry..' is all I manage to say before he interrupts me, saying 'I better get going, I don't want anyone to start asking questions about us'. He then proceeds to kiss me once again on my forehead before he gets out of my room, leaving me here with a head full of questions.

I love the warmness of the water against my skin. I am in shower now, I need to stop somehow my mind from all the questions that are crossing. What happened with him? I barely showed him my body through a nightgown and the next second he's all over me. I did not intend to turn him on this way. It was just a foolish child's play. I don't know why, but he clearly became more attractive to me now after all what happened this morning. So attractive I now feel the need to let him touch me again, further than he already did. Let him explore my body with his hands and perhaps his tongue. I am now reaching down on my belly with light strokes as the water streams down over my body. I open my legs slightly so my hand reaches down, fingers between my folds and I start stroking my clit with regular circle movements. It feels so good, the warm water intensifying the overall sensation, but I feel it's not enough. Luckily it is a handheld shower head so I take it out of its hold and sit down in the bath tub, opening wide my legs so the water flow massages directly my clit as I hold my lips open with the other hand. The pleasure increases bit by bit, making me bite my lips and breathe heavily as the orgasm builds up. I add a gentle pressure over my pussy lips and my pubic bone with the help of my hand, making the pleasure increase more and more. When I feel I am close, I hold my breath until a forceful release of orgasm leads me to heavens and leaves me unable to move for a few seconds. Fuck, this was good! I pat gently my pussy as an affectionate gesture towards this wonderful part of my body and I realize I am not ready to end with the shower. I am still turned on, my body asks for more. I touch my clit, still sensitive, with my finger and I let the warm water flow down on it as I continue my circle movements, more forcefully this time, bringing me to a second orgasm, almost as powerful as the first one.

I am back again in my room now. I don't know what to do. If earlier I was feeling confident about myself, now I'm back on my depressed mental state. Nothing helps and now I am in an awkward situation with my best friend only because I felt mischievous for once. Good job, Hermione. I don't want to attend any wedding today. I will not meet their expectations, I will not be fun and probably will end up as an aimless ghost that wanders the night searching for a place called Nowhere. My mind is clouded by these dark thoughts of fear but I know not why.
11:02 AM. The party starts no earlier than 8 PM. I am not sure what to do until then. Going back to bed is not an option, I began despising it after what happened earlier today. I could meet everyone downstairs and help them prepare like a good and hardworking girl that I am not, reason why I will not do so. I look in the mirror. This mess of hair that I own gets on my nerves and I'm seriously thinking of getting a professional haircut today. I read changes improve clinical depressed people and help them see life through new eyes. I highly doubt it but it's worth a shot. I need new clothes as well, I hate looking like a beggar in these worn out jeans and blouses. If I want to get better, I need to do something about it, a miracle will not await me.
A smile crosses my face with a wonderful thought in my mind. I may not get married ever, if I am to attend a wedding, at least steal the spotlight. Fleur and I are no friends and I am aware I'm not supposed to do it, but her little blonde head will not shine brighter than I will. Not today. Hermione, you are evil! I grin. That's what I love about you.
I turn around and open my closet. Why should I be surprised, all I see are grandma clothes. I hate them. Rage is filling up my thoughts and I start throwing them out one by one in the middle of the room as tears fill up my eyes. I stop at some point, after more than half of my closet is laying on the floor and I fall on top of the pile, face down and knees up to my chest, crying uncontrollably.
I stop after a while. 11:41 AM. How did time pass so fast? I get up and wipe off my tears, get myself in front of the mirror and start combing my hair. It's a mess, I'm a mess, everything around me is a mess. I almost proceed to break the comb in the process but in the end I manage to tame it a bit so I don't look ridiculous. A bit of foundation, mascara and a lip gloss are mandatory. I was going to use these for tonight, but since I am getting a professional makeover today, I'll keep these for daily use instead. After I finish applying them, happy with the end result, I now start searching in the pile of clothes for something pretty, a dress to be more specific. I swear, I'm on the edge of burning most of my clothes if I don't find something. And a miracle happens. I find a flower printed summer dress that my mother bought for me as a gift before… No! I dress up with it and I immediately notice the way it enhances my curves, my breasts and hips wide with a tiny waist. I'm giggling like a school girl and search for a purse and a pair of sandals. Unfortunately, none of my shoes are high heeled, but this pair I found has a decent size of a hill, enough to make me look taller and slender than I actually am.
When I check and everything is ready, I get out of my room, closing the door behind me and hoping no one will have the curiosity to check it. It's so noisy downstairs! I don't want anybody to notice me but I'm aware it's impossible. I go downstairs and hope that if I move fast enough, they won't notice it is me.
'Good morning, sleepy head!' Ron's voice. Ah, great start!
'Morning, Ron, sorry, I'm busy, no time for chitchat.' I say as I hurry towards the entrance door.
'Where are you going, Hermione?' Asks Molly and comes to me faster than I anticipated. 'Are you alright, dear?' She then takes my head in her hands and looks into my eyes. A look of surprise crosses her face but immediately replaces it with a smile. 'Do you have a date?'
'What date?' Harry's voice behind me.
I say 'Oh, no, just a shopping session for tonight.' A fake smile across my face then turn around and look at him. He's tensed.
'You shouldn't go alone. I'll come with you.' He's worried about me. Or he wants to talk about what happened and I clearly do not want to hit up this subject. I feel awkward looking at him so I look away, saying 'No way. You are wanted by the Death Eaters. They are searching everywhere for you.' I move along, reach the door knob and get out of the Burrow, with Harry following me and closing the door behind us.
We walk in silence for a few meters then he proceeds to say 'We need to talk.'
'I don't see any reason why should we. Forget what happened and we move on.' I walk faster than usual but, of course, he doesn't get the hint. Curse me and my attempt of turning him on.
'Hermione, I don't want to forget. We really need to talk.'
I stop and tears fill my eyes, but I blink several times before I'm back to normal. I may not like him more as a friend or maybe I do, I don't know, but I won't stand him rejecting me like a useless piece of dirty cloth in favor for a younger, more beautiful girl than me. I have feelings as well. I am ashamed to look at him but I do it nevertheless. 'I have to go' then I turn around and run away from him, from responsibilities, from everything.

8:12 PM. Fashionably late. I am about to make my entrance. Other important guests are arriving as well. I don't know most of them and my self-esteem drops drastically when I notice everyone has a partner, other than me. My long, black dress does seem to make an impression on others. Its style reminds of a Victorian one with a modern look to it. The corset barely allows me to breathe and the feathers that go over my breasts with a well hidden push-up support, give me a beautiful cleavage, worthy of anyone's envy. Hair in a fishtail wrapped low bun and together with Smokey eye makeup, my presence radiates a royal look that I've never thought of having. My confidence is back and I prepare myself mentally for the entrance when I feel a gentle touch on my back. I turn around and I see booth, Fred and George, standing in front of me, with a smile across their face.
'Alone, Hermione?' George asks.
'You could say so. I don't have a partner' I answer awkwardly.
'How could such a beautiful lady not have a partner? Allow us' Fred says before both of them make a bow in front of me. I feel flattered and accept their request as they both gesture towards their arms, to wrap my hands around them. I feel like a Queen. The moment I step in, the eyes of the others' lay on me, some of them with discreet looks, others more obvious. Unlike the other women, I have two partners and I am able to hear some of their comments that I decide to leave aside and not affect me. We reach our table and there I meet my friends. They are in shock.
'Hermione, is that you?' Molly asks and comes closer to check me out, forcing me to spin around and show her as well as the others, the grace of my dress that I bought today.
'You look stunning' Mr. Weasley adds and along with him the others.
Harry keeps his distance. He's looking at me intensely yet he has no courage to come and at least greet me if not compliment. What a loser. I won't let him destroy my night. I turn my head away and proceed to ignore him while sitting and laughing with the others, enjoying the occasional flirts that come on my way from both, strangers and acquaintances.

Everybody wants to dance with me tonight. I'm having a blast. How wonderful to be in the middle of a war and just take a break from everything, forget all that is to come! It's a blessing for me tonight. A slow song comes and I turn around to retreat to my table, it's too intimate to just dance on it with anyone. And there he is, standing in front of me.
'May I?' Harry asks but doesn't let me answer, he just wraps his right arm around my waist and with the other takes my hand into his own. We start moving slowly but I'm too tensed for him not to notice.
'Relax, Hermione.' He's looking down at me, I sense it, but I'm afraid to look into his eyes. So I don't. 'Look at me.' He then touches my cheek with two of his fingers, caressing it. He's playing with me, he's playing with my heart.
'Harry, stop, everybody's looking at us.' I manage to say at some point.
'No, everybody's looking at you. You are beautiful.'
'I need to go.' Cannot stand this anymore so I leave, go outside. I need fresh air and need to stop this wrecked heart from beating so crazily. A part of me hopes that he will follow me, but then again, I want to stand as far away from him as I can. Everything is happening too fast and I'm confused, way too confused to think clear.
Two arms wrap around my waist from behind. I turn around, it's him. 'Stop running away from me, I told you we need to talk.' His voice cannot hide the annoyance he feels for me.
'What is it that you want?' I ask coldly.
'You know well enough. Don't push it further. It's not an easy subject for me either.'
'Look, Harry, before you start with morals and how I am nothing more than a friend for you that I am already aware of, let me tell you something. If you think for one second that I will stand here tonight, in front of you, and get rejected like the last piece of broken trash, then you are dead wrong.' My eyes get teary, but I contain myself and continue. 'I agreed to help you find the Horcruxes and I will keep my word but don't worry, I won't be bothering you at all. I'll be inexistent, like I've always been!' I need to breathe, I'm being hurt and furious at same time.
'Hermione! Stop it! You're embarrassing both of us.'
This is it. I cannot take it anymore, he's gone too far. I reach for my wand hidden between the folds of my dress and take it out, sticking it in front of his face. 'Leave me alone or I'll hex you!'
'Hex me after this' and as he says, he wraps his fingers around my wrist, forcing me to lower my hand while reaching down and pressing his lips on mine.
I'm in shock! I don't know what to do! I've never kissed before so all I do is freeze. He breaks the kiss and asks 'Are you alright?' but I'm not able to say a word, I'm scared and pleased, confused of what just happened and I probably look like an idiot but I care not.
'I..' but he understands I'm not going to say more so he talks instead. 'Hermione, I like you. I've never had the courage and show it to you because I thought you'd reject me the same way you thought I will. It may be too much for you now, but after what happened this morning, I had to.'
My heart is racing like never before and I'm afraid it will run away from my chest. 'I.. I did not expect that' I manage to say in the end. He's smiling shyly and I am too. Perhaps this will turn out to be a successful relationship. I wrap my arms around his neck and I kiss him. I think I am happy. The way he holds me feels good and I'll be able to get used with it during our travel time.
Suddenly a loud explosion noise can be heard, accompanied by shattered windows and panicked screams. Both of us get scared and turn to see people running away with their wands out fighting with… Death Eaters? Oh, no! We take our wands out as well and run towards our friends that are out as well and bloody long dress slows me down too much, all I can do is cast deflecting spells and run but know not where. Harry! He's not with me anymore. I look around but barely am able to identify anyone, the adrenaline rush suffocates me and helps me focus only on my own survival. I feel a strong arm dragging me and I am panicking, casting spells in all directions or I'm not even sure I'm doing it, I'm afraid, I want it to stop. I'm having a mental breakdown. A hand wraps around my neck and tries to suffocate me so I wrap my hands around it, trying to free myself but he's too strong. He then throws me on the ground and when I fall, trying to regain my breath, he presses his heel against my neck before I have the chance to get up. He bends down and drags me up by hair, his face inches closer to mine and his wand pressing against my chin. 'Where is he?' He asks sharply, ready to kill me any second. And I recognize that voice. It's Lucius! I cannot make a sound, I'm too afraid. I'm trying to push him away but he's way stronger than I am and My wand! Where is my wand? Without it I am dead and while I imagined before this moment, I've never thought I'd end this way.
'No sign of him.' I hear a distant voice yell, running towards us. Lucius turns his head around for a mere second so I use his lack of attention to get out of his hold. I cannot run more than a few meters before I feel a heavy hit at the base of my neck and a warm feeling taking over my body as my limps stop responding. I fall on ground, unable to move, before everything around me clouds and enters eternal darkness.
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