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Filthy Little Mudblood	By : Lupinswolfie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 30412 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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�Welcome to my glorious manor, Father,� Draco drawled sarcastically. �I must say, I�m rather surprised to see you lower your standards enough to come visit me.�
�Draco, your charm knows no bounds,� Lucius replied with equal sarcasm before looking pointedly at him. �Tell me why, son.�
�Why what? Why I came back? Why I did what I did to get away from there even though I can�t remember being there in the first place?� he spat hatefully. �Or perhaps you really want to know why I treated your Mudblood like the whore that she is. Is that it Father? Are you more concerned for her than your own son?�
�You were warned! I told you what I would do if you dared touch her again. Now, however, it is she you have to fear and not myself.�
�Fear?! I do not fear her, Father,� he scoffed. �I wanted her body and I took it. I wanted to show her what she really was, and I did. Isn�t that what you always told me? �Take what you want, Draco. It�s your right as a pure-blood.� That, Father, is all there is to it. Our Master will realize my worth in time and he will realize how very lacking you truly are.�
Lucius stood at the entrance to his son�s cell, looking at his heir and reminding himself that it was he who had failed Draco in the first place, he who was to blame for the way the young man had turned out. The child he had forgotten to love in his own quest for dominance was sitting on a bench in his threadbare robes and glaring back at him with hatred-filled eyes. He knew Hermione would now have to kill him, but he didn�t know if he could handle it--if he could handle any more of anything.
�Did you come to stare, or do you have a reason for being here?� Draco asked before gesturing to the wall on the other side of his cell. �I believe I prefer his company to yours, though all he does is brood. They don�t even torture him; at least that would be entertaining. Some hero the werewolf turned out to be, right, Father?�
�Hermione will be forced to deal with you�if force is necessary,� he added bitterly. �She won�t have a choice but to torture and kill you for your actions against her. She has power you haven�t seen and, even wandlessly, she will kill you, son. �
His eyes went wide for the first time and Lucius could almost see a hint of fear flash across his face. �She can do that?�
�Yes, she can, she�ll have to.� He indicated Remus with the wave of his hand. �She did that to him in less than a minute and without a wand. Just imagine what she can do to you: someone she has reason to hate and seek revenge against. I will try to find a way to spare you, but I don�t know if that will be possible a second time.�
�Where will you send me this time?� All traces of arrogance were gone and Draco looked like the young child Lucius hadn�t seen in over a decade. A pang of pity and guilt pulled at his heart.
�She will hurt you, Draco, either because she will want to do so, or because she will not be given a choice. IF I have the ability to send you anywhere, you will go to Atlantis and that is final.�
�Father, no!� Draco said, fear even more obvious upon his face now as he struggled against the chains holding him in place on the bench. �They will strip me of my magic and turn me into something no better than a Muggle! I would rather die.�
�So be it.� The voice was that of a woman neither had heard come into the dungeon. �If death is preferable to you, Draco, then I will gladly help your father send you to Atlantis.�
�Hermione,� Lucius said quietly, �when did you come down here? Why did you come down here?�
�I have apologies of my own to make, Lucius. That is all you need to know. If you want your son alive, you shall have it.�
Draco snickered from his bench, false bravado strongly in place in the face of someone he refused to look weak in front of. �Seems she no longer cares, Father. You have committed the ultimate pure-blood sin by falling in love with a Mudblood. Worse yet,� he laughed, �one that does not return your sentiments. How very foolish of you, Father.�
�Crucio!� Hermione hissed, watching as Draco screamed and jerked against his bindings. �Speak to your father like that again, ferret, and you will truly see my anger.� She turned back to Lucius, only to see his head bowed in sadness. �Severus needs you upstairs, Lucius. Perhaps you should allow what comes to your son to come, knowing that you both deserve it for your failures.�
His head jerked up and he glared at her. He couldn�t argue, however, knowing that he had indeed failed Draco. With a quick turn, he walked away from them both.
�My mother killed herself because he preferred you, yet you show him no preference in return. That�s cold, Granger, even from you,� Draco panted.
�You speak of things you know nothing about,� Hermione snarled. �Your mother killed herself because Rabastan no longer wanted her. Rodolphus even refused to see her again, but that didn�t hurt nearly as much as having the man she truly loved not return those feelings. She killed herself over the loss of Rabastan, Draco, it had nothing to do with me, nor your father.
�However, your inability to think things through has landed you where you are now. Funnily enough, it was the Dark Lord himself who helped me heal after what you did to me. Your need to prove yourself worthier than I has put your father and I in this position for the second time now. I personally don�t care what happens to you, not after what you did to me, but I care about your father, which means that, by extension, I have to care about your welfare as well.�
�Don�t do me any favours, Granger. I wouldn�t want you to strain yourself. Besides, one day the Dark Lord will see you for what you truly are and there will be nothing left of you. It is that day I wish to live for and that day alone.�
Hermione raised her hand, knocking Draco unconscious. But, before she could curse him again, a dry, croaking voice caught her attention. �Hermione, that�s enough.�
Ignoring Draco completely, Hermione walked to the wall and had her first real moment of pause. Remus was shackled to the wall, his hands bound in silver above his head and his legs bound shoulder-width apart, bearing the full weight of his slumped body. The silver had burned his skin raw as the lycanthrope�s head remained lowered in pain and agony. His haunted eyes, however, looked at her without fail. She could see the bruises along his face, the outlines of brutality shown brightly against his too pale skin, and she felt her heart beat for the first time in many months. As her eyes wandered farther down his chest and torso, she saw the blood caked to his tattered robes where she herself had sliced open his skin in a fit of rage. Looking for any sign of a glamour, any sign that this wasn�t as bad as it appeared to be, her eyes raked across his face and wrists once more.
�Cursing him,� Remus croaked, �makes you no better than them, Hermione, and you are so much more.�
Anger flared at his words; anger for her own actions against him, anger for the words he said that caused it, anger at the war in general. �I am but a whore, Remus. Isn�t that what you yourself said? Even Draco bleeding Malfoy agrees with you there. How does that make me more than them, Remus, if everyone thinks so little of me?�
�Anger-� He broke off, coughs racking his now too thin frame for several moments before he spoke again. �Anger was the only way to make you curse me�the only way to save your father.�
She took a deep breath, anger leaving her as she whispered softly, �I can heal you, if you�d let me.� She walked closer to him, only a small amount of space separating her from a man she loved like no other, a man she had betrayed.
�No!� he said, coughing again. �Severus is slowly healing me himself, but you know as soon as I�m recovered, they will try to extract information that I will refuse to give them. This is the best way.�
�They put you in silver, Remus,� she said, tears glistening in her eyes as, for the first time without Lucius present, she felt the darkness recede and humanity take its place.
�To bind the wolf,� he said simply. �Don�t worry, I�ll be out of the shackles by this time next week.�
�You will? Why?�
�Full moon.� Hermione could sense his overwhelming sadness. �Kill me before then, Hermione, if I�m not dead already. Swear you will!� he said with such force that it stunned her.
�Kill you?! Why? No, I won�t kill you!� she said, shaking her head forcefully.
�They�re going to lock me in a silver cell, Hermione�with a Muggle family.� His sadness and self-loathing broke her heart. �They know how to truly destroy me and they plan to finish the job without even having to touch me. Seems Greyback gave them that idea, though they�re still angry they can�t find him.�
�My gods, Remus,� Hermione gasped, her hand covering her mouth as the tears slipped down her face.
�Kill me before then, Hermione. If I am to be destroyed, I would rather die by your hand than theirs, or by my own, as I would surely not be able to live with myself.�
�I�ll get you out of here, Remus. I�ll�I�ll think of something. The Dark Lord-�
�Promise me, love. Promise you�ll kill me,� he pleaded, only relaxing when she slowly nodded her head in agreement.
Sobs racked her body as Hermione took in what he was saying. He was right; the only way to truly destroy Remus was to make sure he killed someone else because of his curse. It was not she, however, who gave voice to the agreement.
�It will be done,� Lucius said solemnly from behind her.
�Lucius! I told you Severus needed to see you!� Hermione admonished, quickly wiping her eyes of all traces of her weak moment.
�I decided to wait, but thank you for the information.�
Remus regarded him cautiously before slowly nodding his head. �You are no longer bound to the Order, Lucius. We weren�t able to save your son.�
�No one can save those that do not wish to be saved. I am still bound by the Vow to do what is right by certain standards. Although,� he added, looking at Hermione uncertainly, �I�m not sure if those standards have changed.�
Hermione turned on her heel and quickly headed for the door, only to feel Lucius grab her around the waist and push her against the door.
�Get off me, you bastard!� she hissed as she tried to push him away and hold back the angry tears. �You�re a cold man who only looks out for himself. If you would willingly kill him, then I want nothing to do with you ever again!�
His grip on her tightened. �Maybe I am cold, Hermione, but things change and you are the only reason I am even trying. I would choose to end his misery before they force him to do the unthinkable, but not for the reasons you may think. It has nothing to do with jealousy any longer, but everything to do with being a man.�
He was too close. Hermione could see his nostrils flare in his anger; his usually pristine hair tangled slightly at his shoulders. Heat radiated from his body as he struggled to maintain control of his actions and she gave an involuntary moan.
His eyebrows raised and a slight grin curved his mouth. �Still? I have not been fully replaced?�
�Let me go,� she hissed, anger sparked by her physical reaction to him and the knowledge that he knew of her desire.
Without warning, he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. �I am the one who loves you, my witch, not the Dark Lord, and it shall be I you will be with in the end. Do not lie to yourself. You cannot deny me, nor can you deny your true self.�
Tears of frustration leaked down her cheeks and she tried to blink them back. He shifted both of her hands into one of his, bringing his face closer, his nose almost touching hers as he wiped away her tears with his soft fingers. �I love to see you cry,� he said softly, giving a slight smile when she glared at him. �It means you still feel, my love, that you still have your heart.�
His head lowered again, and he gently caught her lips with his own, searing her soul with a kiss that threatened to break her heart. She could handle tough, could handle when the Dark Lord cursed her for his own pleasure, but she could no longer handle gentle and sweet. When he slipped his tongue into her mouth, bringing both hands to her face and holding her as though she were the most precious thing in the world, her body raged with desire and her cold, hardened heart beat rapidly against her chest.
Frustrated, angry and confused, she struggled against him and he broke the kiss reluctantly. �Run, Hermione,� he mocked, his rising chest the only indication that he was just as affected as she. �Run back to the Dark Lord, to the power that seduces you so heavily, but know that it is only I who can love you the way you deserve; and it is only you who I wish to love me in return.�
Love?! She fled the dungeons, fled from his warmth and his words of affection, knowing that she didn�t deserve them. Trying to convince herself that she didn�t want to hear such things either, she slowed her pace and turned the corner, knocking right into a very broad chest. When she looked up, thankful her eyes were now dry, she met Rodolphus� heated gaze.
His eyes raked over her for several moments before his tongue flicked out to wet his lips and he finally spoke to her, his voice as mesmerizing as his eyes. �Hermione, you have just saved me the trouble of finding you. Our Master has called a meeting and we are to attend now.�
Straightening, she replied, �And who will be in attendance?�
�You and I, of course. Severus, who is looking for Lucius as we speak, and Bella as well. I am sure Wormtail will be there, as well as a few others. The Dark Lord wishes to discuss the upcoming battle.� There was a manic glint in his eyes now that Hermione found herself appreciating. The battle�the end.
�Then let us not keep him waiting,� she said, a calculating look on her face as she began thinking of the Department of Mysteries and all the possibilities it now held.
Severus stood to the side, watching the entire exchange and noting that Hermione had quickly covered the emotions that had been playing on her face, along with the tears he was sure he had seen. He also knew, as the sun would set in the west in a few hours, that Lucius was to blame. His friend may have feelings for this little witch, but lately, he only managed to make matters worse. Hermione was losing her battle against the darkness that haunted her soul, and Lucius had the ability to push her over the edge or bring her back to safety. He furrowed his brows at an unfamiliar feeling wrestling inside of him. She needed to be saved, but he was certain that only he understood her enough to do what needed to be done. It was not his job, however, and all he could do was try to keep her safe and hope that Lucius actually pulled through, for once. Otherwise, he feared he would have to take drastic measures in the end. He choked down the bile that rose in his throat at the thought of having to kill her to protect their cause.
�Severus, what are you doing loitering in the corridor?�
Severus� head snapped up when he heard Lucius� voice. The dungeons, of course. �I was looking for you. The Dark Lord has requested our presence for his latest meeting. Apparently he wishes to devise a way to intercept Potter�s own plans.�
�I see,� Lucius said, calmly watching him. It was obvious he had seen Hermione turn the corner with Rodolphus along with the look on Severus� face as she left. �And tell me, my friend, does coming to find me always put such a contemplative look on your face?�
�I have no idea what you are referring to. Come, we are going to be late,� Severus said sharply, turning and walking down the hall.
Lucius nodded his head. �I have no desire to be cursed for our tardiness. Perhaps we should finish this discussion later.�
�There is nothing to discuss,� Severus said as he stopped short, glaring at his friend even as his face turned red in anger. �Have you not been paying attention? Have you not noticed that the Dark Lord has failed to curse either of us a single time since Hermione took the Mark? And it would have been justified on several occasions.�
Scratching his head and smoothing down his hair, Lucius looked fairly taken aback. �No, I hadn�t noticed. Wait, you are not implying-�
�I am saying exactly that! She agreed to take the mark to protect us. It�s as plain as the nose on your face now that I think about it.� He threw his hands to his sides and paced slightly, hoping beyond reason that he was onto something. �Why else would she do it? She gave up her entire existence, even though I warned her of the consequences, just to protect us. And you,� he snarled, pointing his finger into Lucius� chest, �do not even deserve such an act from her.�
Lucius quirked his eyebrow at Severus� behaviour and stated calmly, �And you do, I suppose? Tell me, friend to friend, are there limitations on your feelings for her? Do you wish to take her as well? Because I assure you, Snape,� he spat, �it will not work. I fully plan to fight for her, and that will include you as well.�
�You know not of what you speak. Come, let us go before the Dark Lord is forced to summon us.�
They walked into the meeting room, neither speaking to the other as they moved around the table to take their places. Severus took the only available chair next to Hermione, and nodded in greeting, while Lucius glared in his direction and took the seat next to his sister-in-law.
�Now that you have all decided to join us,� Voldemort said coldly, �let us discuss our upcoming endeavour. If what my less than brilliant follower has said is without falsities,� he began, shooting an accusing look at Lucius as though he were expressly responsible for Draco�s actions, �then we may indeed have a way of defeating the enemy once and for all. A way in which luck, along with friends more skilled and intelligent than him, will not be able to save him. My spies have confirmed the existence of a room held within the Ministry.�
He paused for several moments, secure in the knowledge that everyone�s attention was focused solely on their Master. This is what he expected from his Death Eaters after all, and he would tolerate no less than their self-sacrificing loyalty and devotion.
�Severus, have you acquired any knowledge of this room or their plans for it?�
�No, Milord. He only spoke of the room and the end result they wish to achieve.�
�And the wolf, what of his knowledge?�
�He is, as of yet, unable to undergo questioning, Milord. For reasons I cannot name, he is healing very slowly.�
A twisted smile graced his snake-like face as he glanced at Hermione. �Yes, it appears my newest recruit is quite vindictive. No matter, we shall question him tonight regardless. He will answer the questions or die, and at this point, it is of no consequence either way.�
Hermione felt a surge of anger and desperation course through her. It certainly made a difference to her whether Remus lived or not, especially since she was the one who put him in that condition in the first place. Panic and remorse began to eat away at her until she felt Severus touch her mind. A familiar sense of warmth and understanding flooded her even before he spoke.
�You must remain calm, Hermione. I told you I would keep him from harm and I will honour my word. We have Lucius� word as well.�
Before she could respond, a loud �boom� resounded through the room, shaking the very foundation upon which they stood. The Death Eaters sprang into action, all following the Dark Lord�s commands to solidify the building, find the source of the disturbance and destroy it once found. Pandemonium ensued as they all ran around, in and out of the room. Hermione began repairing the damage around them after Voldemort�s command that she not leave his presence. She watched as Severus and Lucius left through a hidden door she hadn�t previously noticed, only to return a few minutes later, the sounds of damaged walls and ceilings resounding through the other open door.
Another tremor passed around the room, knocking screeching portraits to the ground, along with books and the plaster from the walls. Hermione bolted towards the door, ready to take action, only to find herself drawn back under the bodies of Severus and, surprisingly, Rodolphus as well.
�Our Master cannot command us if he is-�
His words were cut off by a booming voice that was heard as soon as the house stilled.
�RELEASE YOUR PRISIONERS OR WE WILL DESTROY THE HOUSE AND EVERYONE IN IT!�
Hermione groaned. �Now?� she whispered to Severus. �He picks now to step up?�
�Potter,� Voldemort growled loudly before a nasty grin hitched under his flat nose. �Bella, go take care of him. He is unaware of my presence and I wish for him to remain as such for the time being. We will meet on my terms and not before.�
She left immediately. Seconds turned into minutes and they all began to relax somewhat; even Rodolphus and Severus released her, allowing her to stand on her own as they awaited Bella�s return.
�He sent her for a reason,� Severus said shortly.
�I believe he knew that having Harry face Sirius� murderess would allow his emotions to get the better of him.�

Severus watched her for a moment. Was she smiling? Did she actually take pleasure in knowing that her long-time friend was going to be distraught?
�Were you aware of this attack, Severus?�
�Of course not, Milord! I would have told you immediately.�
Hermione could sense his honesty, but before she had time to dwell on their deeper connection, Bella popped back in to the room, a gleeful smile at having the pleasure of taunting Harry Potter contorting her insane features as she bowed deeply.
�Milord, they are many. More, I daresay, than we can fight with most of your followers on their mission.�
�I did not ask for a battle count, Bella,� he snarled. �Tell me now what it is he wishes for, so that I may manipulate this to our advantage before he ruins the Manor.�
�He has requested only the return of three people, Milord. The wolf, of course, along with the witch that you gave to Severus,� she replied, glancing at Severus and then to Hermione, but quickly back to Voldemort. Everyone, it seemed, missed Severus� indrawn breath.
�What else?� Voldemort growled, his impatience with her growing by the second.
�He wants Hermione as well, Milord,� she said meekly.
�HE WHAT?!�
�Milord, I told him she was one of us now. He said he would never leave her behind again. I�m not sure what he meant by that, Milord, but those were his exact words. He also said he would simply take her whether she was willing or not.�
�Never!� Voldemort hissed angrily, the venom coating his words made them all recoil slightly. His voice was so loud and menacing that only a few heard Lucius� �No!� at the same time. Luckily Voldemort was not one of them.
They all patiently waited on his decision while trying not to marvel at his reaction to Harry�s threat. Hermione, however, was stunned beyond thought and scared as well. Harry did regret leaving her behind, after all. Pity she refused to go with him even now. For some reason, her eyes sought Lucius. He was staring at her, emotions playing across his face and through his eyes that she refused to acknowledge.
Voldemort�s voice broke through her musings and she turned to look at him. He was now sitting back at the head of the table, his long, pale fingers stroking the side of his cheeks and his expression thoughtful. �Send him the wolf. He is not long for this world and it will do my cold heart good to feel Potter�s pain when he is told who is responsible.� Hermione inwardly cringed. His gaze landed on Severus next. �Severus, you will need to relinquish your slave as well. There will be more to come and, when the world becomes ours, you will get your choice first.�
�Whatever you wish, Milord,� Severus said, his face devoid of emotion even though Hermione could feel a slight reluctance on his part.
�Very well,� Voldemort replied with a nod, looking back to Bella. �Send the witch as well. Tell him Hermione is not an option as he cannot expect to claim a Death Eater. Tell him,� he said slowly, an evil glint in his glowing, red eyes, �that we are currently on our honeymoon and are unreachable at this time. I shall have fun hearing of his reaction.�
Hermione gasped softly, before a sadistic smile graced her face. Bella popped out once more.

�I thought he would know of Potter�s reaction immediately. First hand?� Severus said suddenly.

�If he opens the connection, Harry will know he is here. He will be able to feel his presence.�

�Send your slave, Severus,� Voldemort commanded, and, with a snap of Severus� fingers, Ophelia was sent from her room to the front stoop.

�Hope she wasn�t bathing,� Severus said sarcastically.
Before she could respond that he would surely miss her and that it was obvious he was trying to act as though he would not, the house was under attack once more. Voldemort looked at Severus and, with an air of warning that could not be missed by anyone lacing his voice, said coldly, �Take her to safety!� Small explosions sent the walls blazing with fire. Sections of the ceiling began to cave and Death Eaters, once again, ran back and forth. Hermione stood before a fire, weaving a spell to extinguish it even as Severus pulled her arm.
�Hermione, go!� Lucius said from beside her. �Go to safety.�
�Get her out!� Voldemort said once more. �I will summon you after I have dealt with the Order.� Looking at Hermione�s hesitant face, he added, �Do as I say!�
Severus grabbed her around the waist and, with a �pop� no one could hear, they disappeared. Only seconds later they reappeared in a dark, gloomy looking room she had never seen before.
�Welcome to my house,� Severus said, his wand circling them to light the candles held up along the wall. When she looked at him, his face was menacing, and all the anger was directed solely at her; anger she could feel through their bond, but was so evident that she needed nothing else to tell her she was in for a very interesting conversation. �We need to talk,� he snarled, and she gasped at the venom in his voice.

AN: Ok, so yea. I'm more than a bit disheartened by the lack of reviews on this site compared to the time I put into the story. However, it's completed, so, oh well. *sighs* Maybe it's the story, maybe the section, or maybe me, I don't know; but I doubt much more of my work goes on AFF. However, don't get me wrong, I love you all dearly whether you review or not. I just hope you like the story, that's all!
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