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A World Not Fit To Live In	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 78125 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Twenty-Four
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Just as the party was to end, Bellatrix announced that all slaves in attendance, as well as all Marked Death Eaters, were to remain behind for a special announcement from the Dark Lord. Her voice was commanding and reverberated menacingly around the room. Hermione exchanged a questioning glance with Lucius and could tell from the brief flash in his eyes that this news surprised him.
It was around midnight and the last of the guests were leaving. She had watched Draco escort Pansy out, presumably to the Apparition foyer. Near the front of the room, Snape and Ginny were huddled close together and near the dais, she found Nott Sr. and Lavender speaking. The later of the three couples looked slightly stressed and it was obvious the girls were getting instructions from their older men.
Likewise, under the cover of the chaos with guests leaving, Lucius was able to whisper quick and harsh instructions in her ear. “I have no idea what is happening, but I order you to only answer questions that keep you safe. For any question that would be compromising to you, me, Draco, Snape, or anyone else you deem important, you lie – you don’t know the answer, you can’t remember – whatever works best. Understood?”
“I understand,” she murmured in return.
“Tell me you want me to take you in the cupboard to fuck you – make it convincing,” he whispered, and Hermione couldn’t help it when her body stiffened in surprise even as her mouth let the words spew.
“Lucius, please,” she whispered, her voice going husky with need. It surprised her that it seemed this was as much of a turn on for her as it was embarrassing. “Take me into the cupboard and fuck me; I need you.”
“Such a naughty girl,” Lucius murmured. His voice was louder and dripping with obviously feigned affection. “But I will not fuck you right now, pet. You’ll have to wait until after we meet with the Dark Lord.” His hands, which had been resting on her hips, slid up her rib cage and she gasped when one set of fingers plucked at her nipple through her silk gown.
Whether it was to savor the sensation or to block out prying eyes, she wasn’t sure, but she allowed her eyes to close as she felt her face flame with embarrassment. She instinctively knew they were being watched, he would never do this to her on purpose. His lips came closer to her ear while one hand continue to pluck and roll her nipple and the other slid to enclose lightly around her throat. “I am sorry, princess.” The words were barely discernable, but the hot heat of his breath caused her own respirations to hitch in her chest. “Forgive me, this. We are being watched.” He nipped at the underside of her jaw, causing her to whimper before he set her away from him. “Such a wanton little slut you are. Go find your friends – I told you, you’ll have to wait.”
“Yes sir,” she whispered, trying to keep her mortification out of her voice. She knew her face must be flushed with her combined lust and embarrassment. When she looked up to scan the room for Ginny and Lavender, her eyes skimmed over Antonin Dolohov and Rabastan Lestrange ogling her. A tick of fear caught in her throat and she forced her gaze away from them.
When she did, she found a group of rebel slaves being corralled together near the entrance, and there were a couple of unfamiliar wizards and a few witches gathering the group. Wait…no. One of the wizards was familiar. It was Healer Jacobs, the man who had tended to her injuries and UTI as well as healed Draco the day he had belted her and Tinny. Then she noticed that the other wizard and witches were dressed in the same robes – Healer robes from St. Mungos. Her heart started slamming in her chest. What is going on?
She reached Ginny and Lavender in just enough time to begin to ask them what was happening before Healer Jacob’s took her by the arm. Both of the other girls watched her with large, fearful eyes and one of Ginny’s hands stretched out as if to comfort her. I’ll be fine, she mouthed at them. None of the three of them knew if that was true.
“This way, Miss Granger, the Dark Lord wishes for you to be the first to be tested.”
“Yes sir,” she murmured respectfully. She let the man lead her away. She was surprised when she was escorted to the second level of the house where a few guest room doors stood open. Healer Jacobs stopped in the doorway to the first room and ushered her inside. Her gaze darted around the room, taking in a small tray of medical instruments.
“Do you know why you are here, Miss Granger?”
Swallowing audibly, she answered, “I do not, Healer Jacobs.”
“I have been asked to do a full physical examination on you, to ascertain your overall health,” the man answered in a calm, kind voice. “You may change into that robe,” he pointed to a thin, white cotton garment. “I will give you a moment of privacy.”
Shaking, and not quite understanding what was going on, Hermione complied as soon as the Healer left the room.
The examination went as expected. She’d had a yearly exam every summer since she could remember, and, although the results were much quicker than in the Muggle world, the process was much the same. Healer Jacobs even had a witch come in and stand with him as he performed the pelvic exam.
After the physical examination was over, he asked her dozens of questions about her childhood, her family’s medical history, her menstrual cycle, and her sleep cycle.
When that was finished, Hermione almost couldn’t believe it when he told her, “Your physical examination is nearly perfect.” His tone was professional, clipped, and cool. “Your stress levels, your serotonin, dopamine, and norepinephrine levels, and your sleep patterns are a bit off. You are also a little underweight. However, for someone in your circumstances, this is to be expected.”
Hermione gave a bewildered little nod. She had asked Healer Jacobs at least four times why this information was needed. Instead of answering her, he refused to meet her eyes and continued with his examination.
“The Dark Lord wishes to see you in his chambers, now that we’ve completed your checkup,” Healer Jacobs said after a moment of uncomfortable silence. “I am to escort you.”
“What about the Death Eater meeting?” Hermione questioned as her stomach turned uncomfortably. Why would Voldemort want to see her?
“It’s over, it only lasted about ten minutes. We need to continue, Miss Granger, as I have a few other exams that will be my responsibility tonight.” He gave her another brief reprieve of privacy, so she could change, and then had her follow him to the last door in the hallway. “His Lordship is expecting you inside. Good luck, Miss Granger.”
She watched with an increasing sense of dread as the Healer walked away from her, not once looking back. Hermione turned and looked at the door for a solid minute before she raised her hand to the handle. She decided she would do her best not to show her fear. Tilting her chin up and steeling her features, she pushed through the doorway.
Voldemort was sitting in a chesterfield chair near the fire with a thick fur draped over his legs. Bellatrix was on the floor at his feet – one would think she was a beloved pet. She was crooning softly as the thing that sat in the chair rubbed circles onto her scalp through her thick mop of curly black hair.
“Ah, Misss Granger.” The breathy, hissing voice welcomed her, but Hermione had never wanted to flee more in her life. Anxiety and fear clawed through her and rendered her unable to breathe. “Pleassse have a ssseat.” He gestured to the chair sitting opposite him. Trying not to show how terribly afraid she was, Hermione crossed the room quickly and took a seat at the edge of the chair. Taking a moment to try and calm herself, she arranged and smoothed the silky fabric of her skirt.
“I hear that your physssical examination went well?” It was a question, and Hermione felt it was so utterly absurd to be discussing her physical heath with the man who allowed her to be raped and tortured on a daily basis that her eyes lifted to his in surprise. She was only able to hold his red stare for a few seconds before she dropped her gaze to the fire.
“Answer the Dark Lord, filth,” Bella demanded when the silence stretched longer then was probably appropriate.
“Yes sir!” Hermione hated how her voice squeaked, but she did not want to find herself on the business end of Bellatrix’s wand – again.
“Good…that’sss very good.” Voldemort continued stroking Bellatrix’s head like his favorite cat, but Hermione’s gaze was drawn to the presence of Nagini, who had slithered between her master’s feet. “I have a presssent for you, my dear.” The way he was drawing out his S’s made her shudder slightly. “You have been ssso well behaved sssince the … unfortunate … introduction of your parentsss.”
There was a beat of silence where Hermione wondered if he wanted her to respond, but he continued without provocation. “In light of your … ssstunning … MPS and the fact that you have been cleared physssically, not to mention your good behavior, I have decided you will be allowed to sit your NEWT examinationsss as you requested.”

This time Hermione didn’t need to be prompted, she quickly dropped to her knees and bowed her head. “Thank you, sir,” she would be damned if she would call him ‘My Lord’. She hoped ‘sir’ would do. He didn’t seem to mind. “I’m grateful to be allowed this opportunity.”
Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she knew it was ridiculous to be thanking him for something that should be automatic. If he didn’t exist – if he wasn’t the evil bastard that he was – she would have sat her exams months ago after finishing her final year at Hogwarts. She would probably be living with Ron and Harry at Grimmauld Place. Maybe she and Ron would have finally gotten together…but then you wouldn’t have met Lucius.
She felt guilty that such a selfish thought had even popped into her head. For all of her affection for Lucius, she would rather her friends be alive! Maybe you would have met him another way. She was startled out of her thoughts when Voldemort spoke again.
“You will be contacted by a ministry representative.” He flicked his hand at her dismissively and Hermione realized he had been hissing his S’s on purpose. Bastard must know how intimidating it is, she thought in disgust.
“Tell Lucius I thank him for his hospitality, Bellatrix and I will be retiring to Lestrange Estate. You are dismissed.”
Hermione quickly gave one more, “Yes sir,” before rising to her feet and falling into an awkward little curtsy. Without another thought or glance behind her, she turned and strode quickly out of the room, taking care not to slam the door behind herself.
As she let the door click quietly into place, her arm was grabbed roughly. She gasped and whirled to face her attacker, and her entire body slumped with relief when Lucius wrapped her tightly in his arms and Apparated them away.
Lucius hid his frustration with his usual ease as he and Severus waited for the meeting to begin. All of the bonded Muggleborns and blood traitors who were in attendance at the party had been gathered and shuffled off together for some kind of medical testing, while all Death Eaters had been told to wait. The last partygoer had left over an hour ago, including the dates and wives of the Death Eaters. In truth, the mood of the party had taken a significant nose dive with the death of Greg Goyle. Many of the graduates were upset and parents, both Death Eater and not, were beyond stunned, and not a small bit terrified, by what had occurred. There were many out there who were unfamiliar with the Dark Lord’s tactics for control and obedience; tonight had been a crash course for more than a few.
The room was growing impatient as the Marked attendees continued to wait for what they had been told was a mandatory meeting. Lucius was eager for it to start so that he could get to Hermione. It made him uncomfortable how she had been immediately led away the moment she approached the group of slaves. He was certain this gathering had something to do with what the captives were enduring right now, and he wanted to know what was going on.
The ballroom quickly drew quiet when Voldemort finally stood and addressed his congregation. His arms were spread as though he were embracing the room and his attempt at a smile was truly grotesque. “Welcome all! Welcome to my newest pledges, my most distinguished Death Eaters and everyone in between. Tonight, I call you all together to announce a plan. A groundbreaking plan that will be instrumental in securing the future of the British wizarding race. A plan to make our magic stronger and therefore our world more secure.”
He began to pace with his arms tucked behind his back as he continued to address the crowd, “Now, some of you are going to scoff at what I have to say. Some of you will feel sickened by it. Rest assured, I am sympathetic, but we all must make sacrifices for the greater good.” Lucius and Severus exchanged glances with eyebrows slightly raised. What on earth was this madman getting on about?
The Dark Lord moved to his chair, which had been placed at the head of the ballroom on a dais, and looked out into the crowd from his impromptu throne.
“I think we can all agree that inbreeding has become a problem. A problem which has led to mental and physical illnesses, as well as an increased squib rate. When there are only a handful of truly pure bloodlines, the choices for matches are very limited.” In that moment Lucius knew what was coming and, judging by the subtle shift of his best friend’s feet, Severus had immediately figured it out as well.
Voldemort looked towards Dolohov. “As you all know, Antonin has created an invaluable charm that will determine the magical potency of a witch or wizard. His MPS is truly remarkable and is a testament to his genius. He will be rewarded greatly for this achievement. As many of you are already aware, all the Mudbloods and blood traitor’s MPS levels were tested and I confess to having been quite surprised by the results. There were a handful of Mudbloods who tested quite high on the scale.”
Lucius let out a slow breath as he began to wonder if Hermione would be taken from him on this very night. His calm exterior belied the panic he felt in his heart and gut.
Voldemort waved off the few murmurs of disbelief that resonated from the crowd. “I am certain there is an explanation for the…anomalies. These individuals must have magical ancestors that they are unaware of. There is no other explanation for such results. Whatever the impetus, suffice it say we have some magically powerful Mudbloods under our control and it is my intention to use them to our advantage.
“Therefore, tonight I announce the initiation of a new program; a breeding program.”
When he paused, loud murmurs of surprise and discontent permeated the air. Voldemort ignored them and the minute he opened his mouth to continue, the crowd was silent once again. “To start, there will only be a choice few Mudbloods utilized, but the selected will be wedded to magically strong wizards and witches in the hopes of creating strong magical children. This will, of course, require all of my Death Eaters to undergo MPS testing as only the most powerful of you will be candidates for the trial run. Now, I know what most of you are thinking. You are wondering why marriage is a necessary component. The answer is simple. These children are not to be brought into the world as illegitimate bastards. They should have the dignity of two legal parents, regardless to being only Half-blood. That being said, marriages can be dissolved after the births as necessary,” he added off-handedly.
Lucius wondered if anyone would request a dissolution after only one child, he wouldn’t be surprised if unions produced at least two children before dissolution out of fear alone.
He refocused his attention as Voldemort was still speaking, “Once a Pureblood wizard or witch has at least one magically strong offspring, that witch or wizard can be rid of their Mudblood. This way, that individual can then marry his or her chosen partner and raise the children in a proper Pureblood home.”
He sighed as though he were greatly disappointed. “Now, I realize this is the very thing we have been trying to prevent. Sullying Pureblood with mud. This is what I meant when I said sacrifice. By all means, if you wish the magic to die out of your bloodlines, then refuse. If you wish to be denied betrothals for your offspring because they don’t have a fresh infusion of magic that other families are looking for, then refuse. Your family can even leave the UK and bury roots elsewhere; without you, of course. You belong to me and will stay where I need you.”
Lucius felt Severus’ glance come his way. This was not going to be received well. Lucius felt like everything he had fought for all these years was imploding before him. What was the point of it all? True, Hermione’s magical strength and intelligence had caused him to question his core beliefs, but she was the exception. Other Mudbloods were far inferior to her. The Dark Lord was surely correct when he said the magically strong Mudbloods likely had magical ancestors they were unaware of.
Severus suddenly felt a true glimmer of hope. The bastard was finally overstepping and digging himself a nice, deep grave. Murdering Greg Goyle had seemed very impulsive, even for Voldemort. Severus could sense the apprehension amongst the followers who had children and he knew they were all fearful for their lives. Now he was introducing a program that would force unwanted marriages upon his followers.
Severus couldn’t help his own excitement. It was going to be much easier to garner support for the Light. His best friend was a case in point. Lucius would not want to lose Hermione to another wizard and he certainly would not want to be forced to marry another Mudblood. Well, unless it was Granger, but what were the odds the Dark Lord would give her to him? He had a feeling Granger might be given to Dolohov, provided that the wizard tested well.
Severus felt a shimmer of relief that blood traitors were not part of the trial run. Ginny was safe. In truth, blood traitors were Purebloods themselves and would probably be matched with Muggleborns as well.
When Voldemort stopped talking the murmurs of discontent grew loud. He raised his hands and spoke over them. “Ask your questions and I will answer.”
The room grew quiet, no one dared to speak. Nor did anyone want to appear in any way not in favor.
“No one?” He smiled and laughed. “Pathetic! Of course you have questions. Ask them!”
Rodolphus cleared his throat. “My Lord, I am eager to be of any assistance in this bold plan. I am wondering if married wizards and witches are to be included?”
Voldemort smiled. “That is a reasonable question. For the first run, only unmarried candidates will be utilized. We will address the more complex issues after the trial period is concluded.” He looked about the room. “Any other questions? No? Excellent. See Antonin to be tested before you leave, and you will be contacted if you are chosen for the initiation run.”
As the Death Eaters left the room after being tested, they congregated throughout other parts of the Manor. Lucius noticed Draco standing amongst the newly marked. Most were young, either Draco’s age or only a few years older. As Lucius eavesdropped, he could hear them asking Draco copious questions. It seemed the new recruits had mixed responses to their first Death Eater meeting and had many concerns. For the most part they were terrified of being forced to wed and have children.
“I’m too young”, Daphne whined. “I don’t want to have babies yet!” Blaise had his arm around her and Lucius recalled the two were dating. She looked up at him. “What will we do if one of us is paired with another? I only want to be with you!”
Draco had his arms crossed and had a scowl on his face. “It’s simple. You will do as is required. Your will is the Dark Lord’s from now on. It’s a shame you didn’t take this into consideration before you took the Mark.”
Cormac shot a look of incredulity at Draco. “C’mon on, Draco. Even you can’t have seen this coming!”
Draco shrugged. “His Lordship has hinted multiple times that either Father or I will be wedded to Granger. Now I know why. It’s no secret the bitch is magically powerful.”
Daphne sounded thunderstruck. “But what about Pansy?! She’s been counting on you marrying her for years!” It was clear Daphne was properly incensed on her friend’s behalf.
Draco sounded nonplussed. “Eh, if I decide to marry her, she’ll just have to wait for me. After Granger squeezes out a pup or two, I’ll reassess.”
Blaise tried to calm the rising indignation of his girlfriend. “Let’s all just stay calm and be reasonable. The odds of one of us being chosen is slim. We are his newest recruits.” He looked at Draco. “He would probably pair Lucius or Severus, or maybe even Dolohov, with the Mudblood over you, Drake.”
Draco laughed. “I highly doubt that. The Dark Lord has hinted it will be me. Father doesn’t know, but our Lord was impressed that I tracked down Granger’s parents and showed such initiative. Given how I tested tonight, I’m fairly confident I’ll be in the running.”
“You don’t seem upset, Draco,” Zacharias observed.
“What’s there to be upset about? I’d have a powerful wife who fucks like a succubus on pepper up and who would provide me with magically strong children. This, in turn, would only help me maintain favor with the Dark Lord.” He laughed without humor. “You folks need to get your head in the game.”
Lucius didn’t want to hear anymore and headed to see if Hermione was released from the mediwitch yet.
He was stunned when Severus informed him Hermione was with the Dark Lord. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait as at that very moment she was quietly exiting their Lord’s presence. The minute the door was closed behind her, he held her close and whisked her away.
Hermione didn’t let go when they landed in the Master suite. She was finally free to show her fear and she freely allowed all the pent-up terror and emotion from the night to erupt out of her. Her hands grasped handfuls of his fine robes as she buried her face into the security of his chest. Her body trembled, and silent tears cascaded down her cheeks. Her legs felt weak and she thought she might collapse but Lucius had a strong hold of her. It felt so good to be in his arms and back in the comfort and safety of his suite.
Lucius held her close, summoning his cashmere robe to wrap around her as he scanned the portraits. Only his mother was present, and she was dozing.
His voice was calm. “Shh, it’s okay, kitten.” He could tell she was on the verge of a panic attack. She needed his reassurance and strength and he was going to give it no matter his own fear for the future that was welling inside. He held her close and stroked her hair tenderly as he released its clips, allowing it to fall and cascade down her back. “Just breathe. You are safe,” he whispered as he continued to rub her head in a soothing fashion.
Lucius’ fingers slid to the magic binding collar, which had been charmed with a Notice Me Not, and he could feel some of the tension escape her shoulders the minute he removed it. He couldn’t imagine having to endure such a thing and was always conscientious to remove her choker as soon as possible.
Hermione felt herself begin to relax as the familiar warm flow of her magic’s freedom began to stretch its legs. Now that she was becoming more proficient with wandless casting, she was also becoming more in tune with how her magic felt within her. She could feel it ebb and crest with her moods and she was learning to control it. Right now, however, it seemed as though it were trying to calm her instead of the other way around.
Her words were shaky, but she was composed enough now to talk. “What’s going on, Lucius? Why was I examined?”
“Come. Let’s sit and have some tea.” He led her to the settee and cast an Incendio into the hearth. The flames ignited, and the warmth came fast. He pulled her onto his lap as he sat on the loveseat and she immediately pulled her legs up and curled into him. He closed his eyes and relished the moment.
“Tinny,” he called out in a quiet voice. The elf instantly appeared with wide eyes focused on her friend. “Tinny, it’s been a rough night. Perhaps some tea? Something soothing?”
“Yes, sirs. Tinny will be right back.” She was gone with a pop.
“Tell me what happened, Hermione. What did the Dark Lord say to you?”
Hermione nuzzled her head further into his neck. Her voice sounded muffled. “He… he said he was going to allow me to take my NEWTS. As a reward for good behavior and because my MPS score was high.”
His hands gently rubbed her back and he kissed her temple. “Well, that’s a good thing, right?”
“Yes,” she responded simply.
“If you would like to, tell me about the medical exam.”
His attempts not to order her did not go unnoticed. Just then there was a pop of Apparition as Tinny reappeared with an abundant tray. “Good witch needs food. Tinnys has brought croissants and cheeses and sliced fruit as well as shrimps and lemon cookies. Hot cocoa and chamomile tea to drink.”
Tinny set down the tray and then looked from Lucius to Hermione. Suddenly, a knowing look appeared on her little face as she studied the brunette. “Tinnys will be back with hot water bottle and potions for good witch. Hers belly will be cramping tonight.” Another pop and she was gone.
Hermione let out a groan into Lucius’ neck. “As though I need to fuss with that right now?!”
Lucius knew what the hot water bottle and potion was for, Narcissa had experienced terrible cramping over the years during her cycle and Tinny was well versed at curing those ails. There were many reasons Lucius was pleased to have been born a man, but avoiding monthly bleeding was definitely in the top five. He continued to rub Hermione’s back. “Do you want to tell me about what happened?”
Hermione sighed. “Healer Jacobs, he said that I was to be examined first. He did a very thorough physical including a pelvic exam but was rather abrupt. He said that he had others to examine after me.”
“And did he say you are in good health?”
“Apparently, I am slightly underweight, and my monoamine neurotransmitters are off kilter. He also said my…”
“Mono-what?”
“It’s the chemicals in the brain that affect mood.”
“You are quite smart, you know.”
“Yeah and look where it’s gotten me.”
“Yes, look where it’s gotten you. You are alive, Hermione.”
When she didn’t respond he prodded, “What else did Healer Jacobs say?”
“He said my sleep and stress patterns are off.” She let out a huff of frustration as she grumbled under her breath, “Although I could have told him that and spared him the trouble.”
Lucius chuckled lightly and then immediately tensed when he felt fresh, hot tears on his neck. “Are you okay?” he whispered as he tilted her chin back and up with his index finger so that he could see her face. Her face was tired and worn and her eyes were puffy and red. In that moment she looked so much older than merely twenty, and it saddened him.
“Physically, yes. But the rest of it? I’m so tired of my body not being my own. The bond has been bad enough, but tonight… Tonight I was cattle. No one would tell me why it was happening…I still don’t know.”
He was contemplating a response when she continued, “I’m tired and I’m cranky and I’m sick of crying. I have cried more in the past month than in my entire life, Lucius. I want to be angry. I want to yell and hit something - preferably Draco’s face.”
She peeked back over her shoulder. “And I’m starving.”
“Well, that is something I can fix. Look at what Tinny has brought you.”
Hermione scooted off his lap and picked up one of the small plates off the tray.
Lucius watched as she piled several of the large chilled shrimp, a croissant and some cheese onto her plate. She slumped and curled back into the sofa as she began to eat.
Lucius stood and unlatched his robe before draping it over the chair. “The reason you were examined was no doubt to determine your suitability to bear children, Hermione.”
Hermione froze mid chew and stared wide-eyed at him as he continued to undress his many layers of fine clothing. When he was down to his trousers, he sat back down next to her and rubbed his face before looking at her and speaking softly. “Breeding. It’s all about breeding. The Dark Lord is trying to strengthen blood lines by mating magically strong Purebloods with Muggleborns who are also strong. We were each required to test our MPS scores tonight so that he can choose the initial pairings.”
Hermione put her plate down, no longer hungry, and listened as Lucius recounted the details. When he was finished, she suddenly grew pale. “Would he…would he pair me with someone other than you?”
Lucius swallowed thickly. That was the question and he didn’t have an answer for. His eyes met hers, but he didn’t respond. There was no need to. They both knew the answer.
She looked at him knowingly and in a very Hermione-esque, know-it-all frame of voice said, “Well, I can only imagine how that change of agenda is being received. Forcing purebloods into the very thing they had rallied behind him to prevent.” She shook her head in dismay and then looked at him in more bewilderment than anger. “He killed a Pureblood boy tonight. Does that not speak against everything he has preached over the years as well? How can anyone trust him?” She let out a humorless laugh as she looked back into the fire.
Lucius couldn’t help it, he felt a twinge of anger and his walls erected. He felt himself become defensive of his life and the choices he had made. Damn this girl for her self-righteousness! She didn’t understand, and she never would. How could she?! Whether it was a defense mechanism of wasted years of devotion or whether it was simply that he couldn’t acknowledge that he had been so incredibly wrong, he defended the very man he had grown to hate and mistrust.
“The Dark Lord is a brilliant man, Hermione. He understands that extreme measures are necessary to ensure the end result that the wizarding world needs. He is willing to make sacrifices and he is strong enough to ensure that we make the needed sacrifices as well. Without him, Muggleborns would continue to infect our world.”
Hermione sat thunderstruck as Lucius raged. She watched as he stood and paced before her, sprouting off the same propaganda she had endured ever since entering the magical world.
“You simply can’t understand, Hermione. You are not a Pureblood. You are not wired to think like the Dark Lord!”
What? He doesn’t know? Hermione smiled viciously; her anger finally had an outlet. “Oh Lucius, I think you need to sit down. I don’t think you really know this man you have pledged your life to.” When he just looked at her, she continued, “Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort,” she said with derision, “is a Halfblood! His mother was Merope Gaunt, but his father was a Muggle!”
She felt triumphant as Lucius’ jaw dropped and he stared at her with wide-eyes. After a pause he responded dismissively, “You don’t know what you are talking about.”
Hermione stood, her face red with rage. The anger felt brilliant, like clean air let into a smoke-filled room. “No, Lucius. It’s you who doesn’t know. Tom Riddle is a Half-blood who craves power and control and who gets his jollies by tormenting and killing. He couldn’t care less about blood purity! If he did, he wouldn’t be forcing Purebloods to breed with Muggleborns. It’s probably all just a joke to him and he is cackling behind your backs about how stupid you all are!”
Lucius took in her victorious glare for a split second before growling, “Get out!” He whispered through clenched teeth. “Go to the Mistress Suite and stay there until I or Draco come for you.”
Hermione’s breath hitched as her feet began to move. Tears, this time of anger, furiously fell down her cheeks. She yelled back at him as she stomped towards the hidden door. “You can’t even defend yourself, can you?! Instead, you just take the final word by sending me to my room, invoking the disgusting bond. You’re pathetic!”
Lucius collapsed onto the sofa the second he heard the door slam.
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