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A World Not Fit To Live In	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 78134 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: These characters and the Harry Potter world belong to J K Rowling and her publishers. I make nothing from this story and I own none of it. It is based off the work of JK Rowling.

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Chapter Twenty
BETA: RaynePheonix2
Lucius knew she was in shock. Outside of the horrified scream of pure anguish that would haunt him until the day he died, she had made no sound since it had happened.
They had returned to the Manor with Snape and her parents in tow. Draco had left Lucius and Snape with only a brief explanation that he would ready a dungeon cell for a long-term stay. Lucius had called on Bilby and had given his own instructions, however. Those instructions had included warming charms, blankets, and three full meals daily. Lucius would check on the prisoner himself every evening.
Lucius had not moved any of the Grangers from the Apparation foyer; a small antechamber to the main floo foyer where friends and family could directly Apparate in and out of the manor. It was a plain room in comparison with the grandeur of the rest of the Manor. Four walls done in slate blue, hardwood floors, a couple of chairs and a large cloak rack. There were no portraits.
Hermione stared unseeing at Jane and David Granger, both on the floor. One was weeping terribly for the other and the sobs reverberated through the small room. Lucius wanted nothing more than to pull Hermione into his arms, so he could tell her how sorry he was. That the loss of a parent was terrible. That the cruelness in which the loss had occurred was uncalled for. He knew she had felt they were safe. She had thought that it could have been so much worse, would likely be horrific in the days to come, but at least their deaths would not be tonight. She should have had time to speak with them; she should have had time to hold them to her – and her to them.
Now one was gone forever, and it was his son’s fault.
Will she ever be able to look at me the same again? The words flashed through Lucius’ mind and caused his stomach to ache at the unwelcomed thought.
“I should take the body,” Snape said quietly after several moments. “Where should I put it?”
“Not ‘it.’” It was the first time Hermione had spoken in almost twenty minutes. Her voice shook. “Him. That’s my father, Professor. Not an ‘it.’”
Jane Granger’s sobs grew louder, and Lucius watched her clutch at the traveling cloak Snape had thrown around her nakedness.
“The Muggle’s cell is ready.” Draco reentered the room with the snide declaration. “I’ll take it down.”
Lucius closed his eyes, steadying himself when Draco’s words and reappearance caused Hermione to finally breakdown. She threw herself at her mother, sobbing hysterically, and the women clutched at each other with their heads resting together as they cried. He saw the evil glint in Draco’s eyes and knew there was nothing he could do to prevent what was about to happen, but he swore to himself that he would make it up to her as soon as he could.
“Come, mummy Granger. Time for you to learn your place.” Lucius watched silently and with a guarded expression as Draco marched haughtily to the woman who looked so much like his little witch and grabbed her under her elbow roughly. “Come, filth.”
“Malfoy,” Hermione gasped, trying to keep her mother clenched in her arms as Draco attempted to rip the two women apart. Jane was utterly defeated, sobbing incoherently through the trauma that had been the evening. She had one hand wrapped around her daughter’s wrist whilst trying to lay over her dead husband even as Draco tugged none-too-gently on her arm. “Sir, please give us just a few moments.”
The plea nearly broke Lucius’ heart and he watched out of the corner of his eye as Snape turned abruptly on his heel and stalked out of the room.
“Request denied,” Draco sneered. A grin crossed his face when this caused Hermione to break down all over again. “Up you go, Mummy-Mudblood.”
“Hermione?” Jane asked brokenly.
“Mum, it’s okay,” Hermione gasped through her own tears. “I promise I’ll come see you as soon as I can. It’s going to be okay.”
That she was trying to comfort her mother while her father lay dead on the floor, not even cold yet, shattered Lucius completely. He couldn’t stay quiet any longer. “Draco, you are dismissed,” he ordered coolly.
Draco’s head whipped to face him, his jaw going slack. “Excuse me?” he finally was able to utter after a solid three seconds of silence.
“You are dismissed,” Lucius repeated even though he knew he had been heard perfectly the first time. “I will take care of the rest this evening. You have more than outdone yourself – I am beyond proud of you. You should find your rest, you’ve been away from your own bed too long.”
Draco’s furious surprise turned into contemplation and then he smirked. “That actually sounds wonderful, father. Thank you.” He returned his attention to Hermione and Lucius had to grind his teeth at the next words that fell from his son’s lips. “Up, Mudblood. You’ll come with me tonight.”
“Yes, si –” Lucius cut off her instant, dejected reply.
“She needs to be healed, her leg could be fractured. She’s oozing blood. I know how much you enjoy causing her to bleed, Draco, but you shouldn’t allow that filth to touch your skin. I will have her cleaned and healed and you can start with your canvas fresh in the morning.” The words were said slowly and steadily, conveying no emotion. Not for the first time in his life did Lucius feel grateful for his sharp mind and silver tongue.
Hermione had flinched at the sound of his voice, but he could spare her no mind until he got his evil son out of there. He would hurt her if it meant protecting her and he wouldn’t feel guilty about it. When she had time to process, she would understand what he had done. He couldn’t worry about what was running through her mind now.
Draco was staring at him intently as though he could see right through to his thoughts. It bothered him, even though he knew his Occlumency shields were firmly in place. Finally, his son looked away. “You’re right, father,” he said simply. “I’m exhausted. It’ll be so much more fun to play when I’ve had good rest.” He turned back to Hermione who was no longer crying. She held her still upset mother in her arms again while staring blankly at her father’s body. Lucius clenched the head of his cane when Draco ordered, “You will come to me after you fuck my father tomorrow morning, Mudblood. Be prepared for a long day.”
Her monotonous answer was pitiful. “Yes, sir.” Then Draco was gone.
He waited two full minutes to make sure the boy had truly retired. Quietly, Lucius muttered, “Bilby, Tinny, Janky.” The three elves popped up, startling Jane and causing Snape to return to the foyer looking icily composed. “Janky, please take Mr. Granger’s remains and prepare him for burial.”
Jane gave a nonverbal protest, but Hermione shushed the woman gently and ran her fingers through her mother’s hair soothingly. “It’s okay, mum. Mr. Malfoy will make sure they treat him right.”
A warmth that he could not explain filled him fully at the girl’s quiet assurance and he had to clear his throat before giving the next directives. “Tinny, ready a bath for Miss Granger in the Mistress suite and prepare her night things.” Tinny left with a loud pop immediately as Hermione carefully extracted her mother’s grip from her father’s hand. With a discreet look at Lucius, Janky touched David Granger on the shoulder and the two were gone with the same noise.
He chanced a look at Snape, who he found to be watching Hermione intently. The Headmaster’s face was blank, but his eyes held a subtle concern. When Lucius returned his attention to Hermione, it was to find silent tears streaming down her cheeks as she hugged Jane close. Her cheek was pressed into Jane’s hair as daughter comforted mother.
She saw him looking at her and answered simply. “He was my father,” her voice was hoarse, “but they’ve been together almost forty years – since they were teenagers. I was born late in their lives,” she continued to explain. “They didn’t think they could have children, you see. My mother was forty when I was born.”
Lucius was shocked, that would have to make Jane Granger almost sixty years old – she didn’t look a day over fifty. Hermione continued speaking softly. “It’s going to be okay, Mummy. I’ll be good – I won’t give them reason to hurt you again. I swear it.”
Snape made a low, disgruntled sound and left the room again. Lucius found he wanted to join the man, so he could give the women some privacy. He knew he had to press forward, however, he was concerned that Draco may come back to see what was going on.
“Bilby,” he said softly. Hermione’s eyes locked to his and he saw her grip on her mother tighten. She was a smart girl, and she knew what was coming. Hoping beyond hope that neither Draco nor Snape would come back, he moved to the women and knelt before them. “I am sorry, Hermione. She must go. I will make sure she is well cared for.”
Her eyes bore into his as her lips trembled, and a fresh splash of silent tears spilled over her lower lashes. Lucius reached out slowly and brushed the moisture from one cheek with his thumb. A part of him – his heart? – jumped when she leaned into his touch. He had been so sure she’d push him away.
Hermione seemed to take strength from his caress and she carefully moved her hands to Jane’s shoulders and pushed so she could find her mother’s eyes. “Mum, Bilby is going to take you to your…room?” She gave Lucius a questioning glance and he shook his head apologetically. She sighed and closed her eyes. “Okay,” she continued. “I’m not going to lie, Mummy; we’re in danger. You’ll be going to a cell. Just do what’s asked and you’ll be okay. I swear I won’t let them hurt you, okay Mummy?”
Jane was staring at her daughter, somewhat dumbfounded. Suddenly, a fire lit in her dark eyes. “What am I doing? Sobbing all over you when you just lost your father.” Much to Lucius’ shock…and then amusement…Jane straightened her shoulders which caused Hermione’s hands to fall. Mother grasped daughter’s face. “I will be fine; don’t you worry for me. You take care of you and we’ll figure a way out of all this.”
Hermione’s face crumpled, and great big gasping sobs heaved from her. This caused Lucius to reach out reflexively and grasp her hand. Hermione returned his comfort by squeezing his hand tightly as two sets of large doe eyes turned to him. One filled with anguish, the other with a dawning light of understanding.
“You will care for her?” Jane asked, studying him contemplatively as her daughter collapsed against his chest, still sobbing. Mrs. Granger’s look unnerved him and, despite her role as captive and his as captor, he found himself nodding as he wrapped an arm protectively around the girl.
“And you,” he promised.
“Just her. I can fend for myself.”
Lucius wanted to laugh. Then he wanted to cry. He settled for a grimace. “Madam, I am the Master of this house. We are at war, however. I will do what I can – for you both. Bilby will take you now, he will keep you comfortable. If you need anything, just say his name.”
With one last fierce hug for her daughter, Jane Granger and the elf were gone with a pop.
“Come, Miss Granger,” Lucius said while grasping both her elbows and pulling the girl to stand. She hissed painfully as she put weight on her injured leg and he could see fresh blood stains across the bodice of her gown. “Why are you bleeding? What happened?” He tried to catch her eyes, but she pointedly looked at the ground. He hated the defeated slump to her shoulders, despised the tears he could see dripping off her chin.
She pulled her arms away from him and hugged herself tightly. “Slicing hexes,” she answered brokenly.
“Severus,” Lucius called out. “Help me take her to her suite.”
Snape reentered the room for the second time looking perfectly composed. “One of your elves asked me if I needed anything. I told him to take the required potions and pastes to Miss Granger’s room. I also have some Muggle pain medicines and sedatives. Should you require them, send an elf to Hogwarts. Do you think your leg is fractured?” He directed the question to Hermione, who shrugged noncommittally. “You shouldn’t walk, then.”

“I’ll Apparate her to her room,” Lucius offered. Snape nodded and all three were standing in the middle of the Mistress Suite less than two seconds later.
Lucius found himself completely enraged when, upon doing a quick inspection of the portraits in the room, he spotted Abraxas leering from over one book shelf. Fucking hell! I can’t give this poor girl a break tonight. He pressed his lips into a hard line and pointedly looked at Snape.
The Headmaster caught on quickly and glared around the room. Abraxas and Ediva and one other obscure portrait were in the room. Ediva was the least discreet of the portraits about her opinions of Hermione. Abraxas watched and leered and reported to the Dark Lord, but Lucius’ great-grandmother was the epitome of a cold-hearted bigot bitch and her look of disgust had become a permanent expression since Hermione’s takeover of the Lady’s Parlor.
Tinny was readying Hermione’s things in the bathroom where no portraits were. Silently, the dark man jerked his head and Lucius nodded. The only way for them to talk freely would be to take her into the en suite.
The moment they closed the door behind them, Snape cast a silencing charm and ordered Tinny away. The moment the muttered “Muffliato” was spoken, Hermione seemed to throw all caution to the wind and threw her arms around Lucius’ waist before burying her face in his chest and starting to sob yet again.
He froze, his gaze rising and clashing harshly with the startled face of his friend. He was half terrified that she was dooming them both, while the other half was so utterly relieved that she was seeking comfort from him that he wrapped his arms around her and dropped a cheek to the top of her head. She needed him; she wanted his comfort. How was he supposed to deny her after all she had endured – not only tonight, but in the last several weeks?
Her tears and shudders seemed to escalate the moment his embrace tightened around her and it caused Lucius’ heart to stutter in his chest. He raised his head to find Snape studying the floor instead of watching them. The look of discomfort on his face almost made Lucius laugh. When their eyes met again, Snape spoke.
“You are fine,” he said calmly. “I fear you and I are in the same sinking ship, Lucius. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for Miss Weasley as well.”
There.
There it was.
The trust they needed to establish was finally being laid out before them both.
Snape cared about Ginny.
Lucius cared about Hermione.
They both knew each other’s secret.
They would both keep the other’s secret.
Lucius gave a curt nod before gently pushing Hermione away from him. “Cry and grieve as much as you need to, Miss Granger,” he said gently, “but please tell me why you are bleeding all over your gown.”
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