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Filthy Little Mudblood	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 30387 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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�What the bloody hell are we supposed to do now?�
�Potter, control yourself. You do us all a great disservice by losing control. As I was saying,� Severus repeated himself, watching as the boy slowly made to sit back down, �Lupin has been captured and the Dark Lord is holding him prisoner. I have been keeping him from healing completely because I can only assume he will be forced to give answers. They will use torture to gain secrets about the Order and-�
�Stop it!� Harry snarled.
�You must know the truth, Potter. How else can you be prepared? The Dark Lord is stepping up his current efforts and now that he has your leader, he will not stop until the entire Order falls. The Ministry is already close to his hands and I can only imagine that Hogwarts is no different. Offensive action must be taken. Immediately.�
�Where�s Hermione? Surely she can do something,� Harry said weakly.
�You depend on others entirely too much, Potter. It is up to you now, no one else. You know what must be done and it is up to you to do it; that is why I am speaking only to you. Have you destroyed all the Horcruxes yet?�
�I think so. Dumbledore was sure Nagini was one as well, but that would make eight. The last two we found recently and destroyed yesterday.�
�The snake is not a Horcrux. It would appear he decided not to use a living being after all and my tests have all been conclusive. He did not want to use a lower being that could very well die itself. Have you thought of what you plan to do now that he is mortal?�
Harry heard a noise, but chose to ignore it. In Grimmauld Place, there were always thumps and bumps.
�There�s a room in the Department of Mysteries that Dumbledore told me about. He said it held love. Remus and I were discussing the idea that we may be able to harness that power and use it against Vol�him.�
�That might very well work, but only if you were able to draw him into it. I daresay he would not walk willingly to his death.�
Harry smiled, a faint smile that he had never shown Snape before, but throughout their discussion he had felt an overwhelming sense of personal confidence come over him, and was thankful to the man with whom he was speaking. Now, it was as though he knew that this was something he alone had to do, and he was ready for it to end. �No, I don�t think he will. We�ll need to lure him there, I believe, but that is where my plan ends.�
�I will take care of luring him there, but it will be up to you to do the rest. Remember, he has no idea that Lucius and I are affiliated with the Order; he will depend on us to help him.�
�And Hermione? What of her?�
Severus sighed heavily. �I do not know. I fear she is slowly becoming lost to us all. She has felt the ultimate betrayal from your side, those she considered family, those she loved, and the darkness she harnesses is using that against her. She was forced to torture Lupin herself and I have yet to discern what sort of impact that has had on her. Most Death Eaters respect her, even fear her, and even the Dark Lord is becoming enamoured with her. He has shared things with her that no one else could ever hope to learn, not even you with the connection you share, and I fear she is taken with him as well.�
�You think she loves him?� Harry asked incredulously.
�When they are alone, he is not the Dark Lord with her, but Tom Riddle. He shows her his other, more human side, and I fear that she is having trouble keeping the two together. She has completed interesting research on Muggle-borns and he will soon be using that to his advantage as well. The war must end soon, Potter, if it is to end at all.�
�We�ve lost her,� Harry said quietly, �and it�s all my fault. I took up for Ron when he hurt her, and I felt betrayed by the dreams I was having and took it out on her the one time I�ve had seen her in months,� he added, unable to stop the tears of regret falling freely down his face, even in front of a man he disliked so much. �I left her there to die, just like the others. She was my best friend and I just left her there! How could I have done that to her? She would have died trying to save me and I let them all convince me to leave her. I betrayed everything that was good in our relationship and everything that was good in her.� He hung his head in shame. �I never deserved to be her friend, I never deserved her.�
Even as the words left his mouth, he knew he meant them to his very core. Hermione was more than he could have ever asked for and he had acted without regard to the person she truly was. He expected a scathing remark from the man before him, or a glare at the very least, what he never expected, was to see Severus� hand cover his own and squeeze gently.
�No, you didn�t,� he said without malice. �She is so much more than any of you deserve, but she loved you still. You, Harry, are like your mother in ways you�ll never know, and I feel it is your ability to know when you�ve wronged someone and to feel that remorse as strongly as you do, that will save you in the end.�
Harry looked up slowly, his bright green eyes meeting Severus� as he stared at him in a new light. Severus was surprised to find that the eyes no longer haunted him. The little witch left in his care had wormed her way into places that he would never have expected and suddenly, he wanted to see her almost as much as he wanted his next breath, but that was something he was unwilling to tell anyone.

A thud came from the door and they both turned sharply towards it.
�I must go now,� he said, standing from the table and allowing Harry to compose himself without notice. �We need to make sure Draco is secure, otherwise, I feel we have a problem far larger than your broken heart.�
As they walked quickly from the room and towards the one Draco was staying in, dread began to fill Severus. His suspicions were confirmed when they saw Ron lying in a crumpled heap on the floor in front of Draco�s room.
�I must go,� Severus said again, racing out of the front door and disappearing with a loud �pop�.
He arrived at the Manor just in time to notice a convergence of people standing in a circle along the Main Hall. When he heard the whispers of ��thought he was dead�� and ��Did he say the Order of the Phoenix�� he felt a fear like never before.
�Severus,� a cold, soft voice echoed through the room and the others parted to allow him entry. There, sitting before the Dark Lord in the very front of the room, was Draco Malfoy. His arrogant smile was directed at Severus, making the older man�s fear quickly turn to anger. He did, however, avoid looking at Lucius, knowing only fear and worry would be found there.
He bowed respectfully and responded, �Yes, Milord.�
�Do you see what has suddenly appeared, Severus? Am I to believe this apparition is a ghost or is he real?�
�Crucio.� Severus expected the pain, but the scream came from Draco instead. Voldemort lifted the spell soon after and looked back at Severus. �He screams as though he is with the living, Severus.�
�Yes, Milord.�

�He has only said that he escaped from the Order and came directly here with information, Severus. You have not been implicated in any way, but that�s not to say you won�t be before this is over.�
�Thank you, Hermione. When you find the time, we need to talk.�

�Were you not just at an Order meeting, Severus? Tell me, why is it then, that you did not know he was there.�
How the bloody hell was he supposed to answer that question?
�Perhaps, Milord, Severus did not know because he was never told,� Hermione interjected from a plush chair on Voldemort�s right. �The Order would not have given him that information if they believed that you would somehow be able to extract it from him. Severus plays his part well, Milord, but they do not fully trust him.�
�No, Milord, I was never told where they kept their prisoners,� he answered honestly.
�He spoke directly to Potter, Master, and I thought it most important that you know what was being said as quickly as possible,� Draco said reverently. �There is a room in the Ministry and Potter will use something there against you, Master.�
�Did I ask for you to speak, Draco?� he hissed.
�No, Master. Forgive me, Master.�
Severus watched with growing dread as Voldemort stared into Draco�s eyes. All secrets would be revealed and a very good, quick lie would have to be formulated if he wished to survive. However, as soon as the look began, he felt the wisp of magic from Hermione flow into Draco. Voldemort continued to stare for several long moments before speaking, apparently no one noticed the magic but him.
�Take him back to the dungeons. I can find no memories in his pathetic mind of the time he has been held, only of his escape. He is worthless to me. And do not forget, young Malfoy, my witch has yet to show you her vengeance. It is quite a sight to behold.�
�Master no! Please Master! Have Merc-.� Without another word, the young man was dragged from the room, kicking and trying to scream against the Silencing Charm Hermione had quickly cast upon him.
She glanced at Lucius for a moment before quickly looking away; the overbearing sadness and remorse was too much for her to see and she couldn�t handle looking at him any longer. Seeing his face, looking upon his sudden humanity, made her darkness ebb slightly, took some of her power away, and she wasn�t sure she liked the feeling.
�Everyone leave. Only Severus, Hermione, Lucius, and the Lestranges shall stay.� At his command, everyone immediately stood and left the room.
�Tell me, Severus, what it is you have discovered during your meeting tonight.�
�It would appear, Milord, that Dumbledore told Potter of a room in the Department of Mysteries that holds a power so great that it might have the potential vanquish you. It would appear to be a fragile line of thought and Potter knows nothing more about the room than that.�
�I see. What did you give them in return?�
�Only that we captured their wolf, Milord. That was enough.�
A manic glint passed his red eyes, the vertical slits flashing with glee. �I would think so, yes. The filthy half-breed is recovering and we will extract more information from him later.�
Severus glanced over at Hermione, hoping to see some sign of fear. What he saw instead was a calculating look only moments before she spoke.
�Milord, what if we were to get to the room first? That way, we could destroy whatever it contained and there would be nothing left that Harry could use in it. No matter how fragile.�
Was she saying this to lure the Dark Lord to the room? Or was she actually trying to protect him as she made it seem? Severus couldn�t tell for sure, and that bothered him.
�I agree, Master,� Bella said excitedly as she leaned closer to him. �If we destroy whatever this room holds, then it will no longer be a threat to you!�
�Do you feel as though I need protecting, Bella?� he hissed.
�Of course not, Master. No one has power such as yours.�
�I agree. We shall discuss this later. Leave me.�
They all rose and it was only when Severus turned to close the doors that he noticed Hermione had stayed behind. She was currently standing in front of the Dark Lord, his appearance that of Tom Riddle, and lowering her robes from her shoulders suggestively. He shuddered in revulsion and turned in time to see Lucius take a deep breath and walk away.
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Hermione entered the lower room without hesitation and looked around; the Dark Lord had ordered her down to oversee the training of his Death Eaters and to perhaps join if she felt the need. He had said he knew she was adept and powerful, and thought that sharing her talents might be beneficial to others in his regime. She smirked to herself when she thought that the real reason was because he wanted to be rid of her for a bit. He had been slightly edgier lately and she wasn�t sure why. Occasionally, he even looked as though he were in pain. Thankfully, he had yet to take it out on her, but she was always cautious around him and no longer tried to provoke him.
Studying the room, she noticed the shouts of curses that echoed as bright lights exploded all around. Death Eaters spun and blocked curses almost as quick as they shot them off, paying little mind to the goings on around them and concentrating solely on their opponents. The Death Eaters were a thing of beauty when they were in their element, and nothing brought them out more than the chance of besting one of their own. Instead of helping one another, they were fighting for all but the death of their opponent; knowing their master would kill them all where they stood if they went that far.
She caught sight of Severus and Lucius and felt her heart clench slightly as she gazed upon her former lovers� back. Relief that her humanity wasn�t completely dead flooded her for a second as she gazed upon the long blond hair that she loved so much and the smooth, manicured hands that had touched her in ways she had never imagined when she was younger. She, Hermione Granger, had once fallen in love with Lucius Malfoy, only to be taken away by Lord Voldemort himself--what a life she led. The leathers of his fighting uniform clung to his body and she felt the heat pull to her centre as she stared at his delectable backside, only to mentally slap herself for openly ogling him. Had the Dark Lord witnessed such a thing, she mused, as she turned away from him, they would both be dead on the spot.

�Granger, what are you doing here?�
�Hello to you as well, Severus. The Dark Lord has ordered me here to observe the Death Eaters in training.�

Neither gave any outward signs that they had noticed the other. Severus continued talking to Lucius and a couple others, while Hermione�s eyes continued to scan the surrounding area.

�I would like to speak with you, as I mentioned days ago, if it is finally convenient.�
�Don�t be absurd, Severus; you know we can only talk when he�s not around.�
�Of course, I had forgotten his ability to suddenly intercept our thoughts. Enough, Granger! Listen to me and listen well. I have spoken to Potter and it seems he is finally ready to accept his position as leader in this war. That being said, it is a fight at the Department of Mysteries that he seeks and that we shall take to him.�
�He�ll be killed on sight and you know it! You never should have convinced him to fight in this war, Severus!�
�I convinced him? I think not, Hermione. I believe that honour belongs to you and you alone. Or are you forgetting your own words to him about stepping up and being a man? He has admitted his wrongs against you and wishes for nothing more than your forgiveness.�
�I didn�t mean for him to go charging to his death and you bloody well know it!�
�War is death, Granger. Tell me, are you worried for his life or that of your lover?�
�I refuse to have this discussion with you.�
�I rather thought you might. What I need to know�what you will tell me with complete honesty�is if you plan to stab me in the back when the battle finally begins? Will you turn your back on us all to protect him, to protect what we have been fighting decades to destroy?�
�I have no idea what you�re talking about, Severus. Don�t presume to know my mind.�

Their conversation stopped abruptly as a hex hurled by her ear and she ducked out of the way. Cold laughter filled the room and she looked up to see Antonin Dolohov�s cruel eyes fixed upon her.
�You have finally learned to duck,� he boasted and others around him laughed.
Her hand shot up, bright blue light emitting from it and connecting solidly with his chest. He went soaring backwards against the far wall and slumped down to a heap in the floor. The room went eerily silent as she stalked closer to him and then turned to face the others.
�Anyone else?� she asked loudly, a cruel smile gracing her lips as she taunted those around her. �Come on, certainly you�re not all frightened of me.�
Four others walked towards her, bowing respectably and waiting until she returned the favour. Their smirks rankled and she found herself determined to put them in their places. It no longer mattered to her that she should not show all of her strengths to those she was supposed to consider her enemies, all that mattered was that she wipe the smug looks off their pure-blooded faces.
The Death Eater to her right flung a red hex in her direction and she immediately blocked it before throwing her own hexes to each in turn. The exchange of hexes, as it could not be considered a fight, ensued for several minutes and Hermione continued to toy with them until, one by one, they dropped around her and she was the only one standing.
Before she realized it, however, Dolohov was standing before her, wand drawn and pointing at her chest. �You will pay for that, Mudblood,� he growled, watching in satisfaction as she took a single step backwards, effectively pinning herself against the wall.
Terror ripped through her brain as memories of Draco raping her flooded through her and she found herself unable to move, unable to defend herself even in the afterglow of her previous victory.
�Get away from me,� she snarled up at him, raising her hands and trying desperately to hide her fears as the others watched on.
A new, very calm and lethal voice interrupted them. �I believe, Dolohov that it would be in your best interest to do as the lady has suggested.�
All eyes flew to the doorway and the once aggressive Death Eater before her went suddenly pale. Hermione looked to the doorway as well and her breath caught in her throat. Lucius was looking venomous and had his wand drawn, openly pointing it at the man standing so close to her, but it hadn�t been he who had spoken.
Standing beside Lucius was Rodolphus, his eyes downcast and looking at the long knife he held in one hand while he examined the blade as though they were simply talking about the weather. One booted foot was propped up behind him, making him look casual, even as fierceness emanated from his very presence.
�This does not concern you, friend,� Dolohov said shakily.
Rodolphus looked up and spoke, his voice so cold Hermione wondered if icicles would form. �Touch her, Dolohov and I will gut you like a fish and hang your entrails from the rafters.�
�Come now, Rodolphus, surely you don�t mean that. She�s nothing but a Mudblood whore.�
�She belongs to our Master and to him alone. It is for that reason that each one of us should defend her with our very lives.� He said sternly, glancing at all the silent Death Eaters around him before pushing himself off the doorframe with his foot and striding into the room. �Have you so easily forgotten such things? Have you so easily forgotten our meeting about bloodlines or his instructions where she is concerned? I do not go against our Master, Dolohov and, if you value your life, neither will you.�
�Of course,� he mumbled, looking at Hermione when he realized no one was coming to his defence. �Please, forgive my lapse in judgement.�
Hermione swiftly pushed him away from her and crossed her arms protectively across her chest. �Your ignorance is forgiven, but touch me again and I will kill you myself.�
With that, the room began to clear out and she closed her eyes, releasing a breath she wasn�t aware she was holding. Soft fingers trailed along her cheek and down her neck and she moaned softly, leaning into the touch she knew so well.
�He was lucky Lestrange was there to save him,� Lucius said quietly, �otherwise I would have dropped him where he stood.�
Hermione lazily opened her eyes and looked at the man standing as royalty before her. �Why Lucius?� she asked callously. �You have made it perfectly clear that I no longer mean anything to you.�
Nonplussed by her comment, he leaned steadily closer to her, his warm breath caressing her neck and making her eyelids lower slightly. �I told you, love, no one touches what is mine. You are still mine and, once the Dark Lord has been defeated, I will make sure you remember to whom it is you truly belong.� As his fingers traced the lines of her neck, he could sense her willingness to give in to him; he could sense, even without the luxuries of a bond like she shared with Severus, her desire to love him.
�Lucius, watch your tongue!� she snapped suddenly, but her abrupt change was unconvincing. �You speak of treason and it will get you killed. Leave me, now, and let us not speak of this matter again.�
He refused to move, but Hermione ducked under his arm and walked swiftly to the door, leaving him alone to stare at the spot she had just vacated and wonder if he had indeed pushed her too far. Could he open himself up to love her wholly? Could his love save her before it was too late?
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