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Deception	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 41671 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-Finish It
- 2-Red Rabbit
- 3-Linger
- 4-Setting Out
- 5-Sweet
- 6-Shiver
- 7-Discord
- 8-Intruder
- 9-Preservation
- 10-Humiliation
- 11-Prurient
- 12-Dreams
- 13-Denial
- 14-Contemplation
- 15-Panic
- 16-Ravish
- 17-Rape
- 18-Cling
- 19-Disown
- 20-Nightmare
- 21-Haze
- 22-Discover
- 23-Bitter
- 24-Present
- 25-Detached
- 26-Regret
- 27-Dispute
- 28-Colors
- 29-Awakened
- 30-Obedience
- 31-Anger
- 32-Challenge
- 33-Confused
- 34-Cold
- 35-Fear
- 36-Cryptic
- 37-Void
- 38-Ninth Hour
- 39-Tenth Hour
- 40-Eleventh Hour
- 41-Midnight
- 42-Suprise
- 43-Infantile
- 44-Oath
- 45-Defeat
- 46-Maleficent
- 47-End
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Lucius knew that he could not continue ignoring his wife’s summons forever.
When he returned ‘home’ he was surprised to find her laying on the sofa, nursing a black eye and downing a bottle of spirits.
Beside her, the house elf nervously hopped from foot to foot, its ugly little face scrunched up so that it looked like a squished turnip.
‘Why are you here?’ She snapped, taking another deep sip of wine, ‘Don’t you have other priorities?’
Lucius raised an eyebrow, ‘What happened to your face?’
Narcissa gave him a disbelieving look, the kind that clearly judged him a fool, and turned away. ‘Your son has quite the punch. Although it might have been easier were I not doing it alone, as I do all things.’
Lucius prayed for patience, before carefully walking into her line of view, forcing her to look at him, ‘And tell me why he found that necessary?’
That had the effect of making her even more furious. He watched her eyes turn red and she hissed, ‘I see, it must be my fault then. Why don’t you just leave, Lucius. I have priorities that need my attention.’
He clenched his fists, ‘You,’ he looked at the elf, he leaped at the sound of his voice, ‘Why is your Mistress so indisposed? Explain.’
Narcissa snorted, an action entirely uncharacteristic considering she was normally as cool as ice and collected. Always collected.
He ignored her. She was drunk, and useless at the moment.
The elf looked at him, then cast a side long glance at his wife. Lucius found this especially irritating, and a blatant sign of disrespect.
‘Go on, tell him.’ Narcissa laughed, ‘Tell him the silly issue that has come up.’
‘News s-says M-Master Draco did horrible, terrible things. Wizards s-say he will be hurt badly. M-Mistress went to find him.’
Narcissa snorted again, ‘Your son decided it was a good idea to kidnap the mudblood girl with dozens of witnesses present. Your former colleague, Arthur Weasley, is hell bent on seeing him subject to the Kiss. Apparently he did not appreciate the idea of our son abducting, abusing, and fucking the girl senseless.’ She paused for breath, ‘And I am out of wine.’
She turned to glare at the elf, ‘If you do not fetch me another bottle then I will give you clothes.’
Squealing, the elf vanished.
Lucius could not believe things had spiraled out of control in his brief absence, ‘Draco?’ He asked in a clipped voice.
‘In the dungeons.’ She hesitated, ‘He has somehow managed to avoid completing the ritual.’
That sent him reeling.
‘Impossible.’
She shrugged, clapping her hands together when the elf reappeared with another bottle of spirits. ‘Excellent.’
If Draco failed to complete the ritual, it would be impossible to achieve a pardon for whatever the Ministry believed he had done.
His eyes narrowed. Arthur Weasley.
He should have died long ago, but it seemed he continued to prove that despite his disgusting fascination with mudbloods and clear lunacy, he managed to interfere with the lives of his family. It was humiliating, because the Malfoy’s were vastly superior in every way.
Yet that imbecile managed to do such a thing to them?
‘Where is Draco?’ he coldly said.
‘In the dungeons, I thought I said. He he was not in a talking mood,’ she gestured to her eye, ‘If you speak to him he will try to kill you.’
‘I must try.’
She shook her head, muttering, ‘Unbelievable. Walking in now.’ She turned equally cold eyes on him, ‘How convenient to be able to act like a savior.’
‘Better than to be a martyr,’ He threw back at her, ‘Tell me, how has it served you?’
She shrieked and attacked him, throwing herself at him in an angry rage, hissing and spitting.
Lucius easily deflected her attacks, but when she managed to both sink her sharp fangs into him while drawing her claws across his back he lost all patience.
He flung her away, sending her across the room and against the wall. She cracked her head against the wall before falling to the floor.
He stared apathetically at the blood now running down her eyes.
The elf was chewing on his fingers, clearly terrified.

‘Take care of her injuries,’ he snapped, before turning towards the dungeons.

The creature imprisoned behind bars—one of the only barred cells in the vast expanse of the dungeons beneath his ancestral home, held two occupants:
His son, who looked like some sort of primitive animal, and the unconscious body of the girl—Hermione Granger.
Lucius was struck by the familiarity of the situation. It was like peering into a mirror. His son’s likeness was so much like his own, his blind aggression and rage typical of a veela protecting its mate.
But Narcissa had not lied.
The ritual was not complete.
He watched as his son stood in front of the girl, putting himself between his female and the only other male in the room. Such was the way his kind acted.
The instinct ruled him. He noted the tiny pupils, and noted that his son was in there. He was simply overruled by a much greater force.
In order to move the conversation along faster, he focused, taking a deep breath, and let his own demon out.
‘I do not desire your mate….’He hissed, feeling his wings twitch in disgust. Of course he did not desire that disgusting thing in there. It was feces compared to his female.
‘Release me, and I will gift you with a swift death,’ His son replied.
Amusement led to a smile splitting his face, ‘What a pathetic creature you are. Captured by a weak female,’ He referred to Narcissa, ‘You are worthless.’
Draco snarled, running to the bars and rattling, ‘I shall find your woman and peel her skin off. It shall be a gift for Her.’
He wanted to throw open the door. It was only experience. Years of experience, that allowed him to continue without murdering his own son, ‘Patience serves me well. But you are only half a male. Unworthy.’
The other hissed, and Lucius with observed with fascination as his pupils abruptly became dilated, so as to almost blot out all color. He sensed that something was terribly wrong with this transformation.
It was as if…his son were rotting from the inside.
‘Where’s that bitch responsible for this?’ Draco turned and then glanced at the unconscious girl, ‘Still asleep, little cunt?’
He laughed, and turned to his father, ‘Tell that other one that I am becoming fed up with his foolish demands. I will never, not even if I die, let myself disappear.’
Lucius had suppressed the instinct in order to address this new creature, ‘Why do you reject your nature?’
‘My…my—‘
Apparently this was terribly amusing, because his son was doing his best to remain serious,
‘You sound like you want me to disappear too.’
‘Disappear….?’
‘Are you that stupid? It is a challenge, and I will not allow you, or that stupid bitch who placed me here, distract me.;
Lucius could make little sense of what his son referred to. He could only conclude that somehow he was having some kind of breakdown. Not just mentally, but spiritually. The putrid scent of decay could not be ignored.
He had never seen the likes of it.
‘What of that girl behind you?’
Draco glanced back at the unconscious Granger, then back at him. ‘What about her? She’s merely a tool. A means to an end. I use her.’
Lucius found himself fascinated by this, because it defied all logic, it defied nature, ‘…a tool?’
Draco went still, and smiled slowly, ‘Would you like a taste of her? I might share if you release me. She may be a filthy mudblood cunt, but she has her uses.’
Something on his face must have been amusing, because Draco laughed, ‘I can see I’ve shocked you. Very well. But let that bitch upstairs know that if she tries to pour blood down my throat again I will end her. Do you hear me? End her.’
Deciding that there conversation was over, he sat on the floor and gave him his back.
Lucius stared at him for several moments before finally leaving. It seemed that the impossible was indeed possible.
His son sought to reject his mate.
And unless something happened, he was going to die.
That must be the putrid scent.
But he had never heard of such a thing.
Lucius needed to learn more about this. But first, he needed to address the most pressing issue: the Ministry would eventually find the means to search his home. And when that happened, his son would be dead. Oh his body would live, but his soul…
Some things were indeed worse than death.
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