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Blood Quill Consequences	By : EarthandWater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 31160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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WARNING: News of Lucius’ demise is given to Draco. Just mainly focusing on Draco and Hermione, some kissing, some fluff.
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Draco was sitting with Hermione in the library when Filch came to tell him that he was wanted in Professor Dumbledore's office. Draco tried to ask what for but the grumpy man had already shuffled away mumbling about the good old days when corporal punishment was the norm at Hogwarts. Shrugging Draco swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat and squeezed Hermione's hand before he packed up his books and got ready to leave. "I don't know what this is about but would you come with me?" It took a lot to allow himself to be vulnerable even in front of Hermione but it felt worse going to this unknown meeting without her.
She smiled and put her things away, taking his hand when she stood. "Of course." She squeezed his hand in encouragement. Worry was in the back of her mind though. Whatever this meeting was about, considering all that had happened lately, she doubted it was really good news.
Keeping his fingers laced with hers Draco and Hermione walked towards Dumbledore's office, the gargoyle statue was shifted to the side and the passage up to the headmaster's tower was open. The knot of worry in Draco's stomach grew as they climbed the spiral staircase and entered the office. The headmaster was there along with a middle aged wizard wearing formal looking robes.
"Ah Mr. Malfoy and young Ms. Granger I see." Dumbledore greeted them. "Please take a seat both of you, this errand should not be discussed while standing."
The unknown wizard frowned. "Headmaster this is a Malfoy family matter, it is most unusual to have another person present. Only Lady Malfoy should also be here but as you said she went into hiding from her husband we are unable to locate her."
Hermione felt Draco's hand tighten on hers and she moved to hold it within both of hers. This was sounding far too much like a visit from a police officer informing a family of bad news.
"You don't need to address me, I assure you that Mr. Malfoy is more than capable to speak for himself. I can assure you that whatever is said here Ms. Granger will find out as soon as the meeting is done...I'm only saving time." Dumbledore laced his fingers together and watched the wizard from behind his spectacles.
"What is this meeting about really." Draco asked carefully.
The formal robed wizard spluttered at Dumbledore for a moment before turning to Draco. "It is my unfortunate duty to inform you that your father was found deceased early this morning."
Draco's face became an unreadable mask and his back straightened. His grip on Hermione's hand tightened almost to the point of pain. "I see. Any information on how my father met his...demise?"
"I am afraid that he was murdered by Death Eaters. From the er, circumstances he was found in it appears he had somehow betrayed them."
Hermione barely resisted scoffing even as she ran her thumb soothingly over Draco's knuckles. She didn't know how Lucius had died in specific but she did know he didn't possess the backbone to turn on Voldemort.
"I see." Draco said again. "I will of course see to it that the funeral is handled, is there anything more I should know." Draco was quite proud that he managed to keep his voice completely detached and cold. He really did not care what this wizard thought of him or his apparent lack of emotions.
"Upon reaching your seventeenth birthday you will become Lord Malfoy, with all the privileges and responsibilities thereof. Until that time the Lordship is to be held in trust by your mother. The reading of the will, to accommodate your schooling, will take place a week hence here in the Headmaster's office. I um...if you choose to have your father buried rather than a pyre funerary service, would also not advise an open casket." The wizard coughed into his hand and looked away from the young blond, his face a little green.
Hermione's eyes widened at that comment and she tried not to imagine what state Lucius' body might have been in when found.
"I understand." Draco nodded. "All necessary preparations will be made and I will be ready for the meeting next week. Now if that is all..." He couldn't do this, he couldn't sit here and speak to someone who really didn't care.
"Of course. If you could, perhaps find a way to get a message to Lady Malfoy however it would be most appreciated. Her presence is needed at the reading of the will." The wizard bowed shortly to Draco and then to Dumbledore. "I will take my leave of you." He disappeared out the door rather quickly, having imparted everything he needed to and having other things he had to get done that day.
"I am sorry for your loss Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore spoke softly. "Is there anything that you need?"
"Thank you professor and no, I don't require anything at this moment." Draco squeezed Hermione's hand and got up from his seat. "Now if you excuse me I need to go find my mother." He had no idea what he was supposed to feel, how he should be reacting. All Draco felt was numb.
Hermione wasn't quite sure what to say or do as they left the office. Draco's hand still held hers in a tight grip and she knew that same grip was being applied to his emotions. Once they were far enough away from the headmaster's office, she stopped and tugged him around to face her. Her eyes searched his for a few moments before she stepped close and just wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
Draco remind stiff and ramrod straight for a moment before he let out a breath and held her back tightly, leaning his head on her shoulder. "What the fuck am I supposed to do now? My father was a bastard of the highest degree and he deserves to rot in hell but he was my father. I have no idea what to do, how to behave, how I should feel."
She stroked her hand down his hair. "I can't tell you how to feel Draco. I'm a bossy know-it-all but even I have my limits." She leaned her cheek against his head. "You've lost something you've had since birth. Whether you liked him or not, it's still a sudden hole in your life. There's no set rules on how you should behave, not really. You see to his funeral and you accept the condolences of idiots who know little or nothing about you, considering the idiots associated with your father I'd probably check for curses and such before opening any written condolences or packages, and you seek comfort in those who know and care for you. That's all you can do."
"Oh the joy...Even after death he continues to bring...spice to my life." Draco smoothed brown curls away from Hermione's face and kissed her forehead. "Thank you for being there, it means more than I can say." He sighed deeply. "Now I have to go and tell mother that the man she married, the man she once loved has been slaughtered. Good times." He placed another kiss on her cheek. "It's better if I do this alone, thank you again." One more kiss, to the corner of her mouth.
She placed a kiss of her own on his cheek. "I'll be in the Room of Requirement. Give your mother a hug from me." She lifted his hand and placed a kiss in the center. "Just a little something to hold on to until I see you later."
Draco nodded and closed his hand as if holding something precious. "Yes I'll see you later." Gritting his teeth Draco continued down the stairs to find his mother.
Hermione watched him go, biting her lip hard at the stiff set of his shoulders. She wanted so badly to stay with him and help him through everything that happened next but she understood that somethings he had to do alone. So while he was doing his duty by his mother, she'd head to the Room of Requirement and set about finding other throwable potions that would provide an edge in the battles to come.
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Narcissa shook her head at Severus, who was making pithy remarks about the essay one of the Hufflepuffs had turned in almost obscenely late. Late and apparently highly incompetent. In two days her old friend would once more be reigning supreme over the Potions classes and he seemed to be gearing up for the 'childhood idiocies' as he liked to put it. Only Severus.
Draco knocked on the office door and opened it as he got the all clear. He saw his mother smiling and he hated the fact that he was going to be the one to make that smile disappear. "Professor Snape, mother." He bowed his head to both of them and clenched his fists. "I need to speak to you mother, there has been an...incident."
Snape took in the clenched fists and hard control Draco was exerting and nodded towards the back of the classroom where the door to his office was. "Feel free to use my office. You should be undisturbed. I," he looked down at the essay, "am going to procure more red ink."
Narcissa looked at her son and felt her mouth go dry even as Severus swept from the room. She walked with Draco in measured steps to the office and once the door was closed and locked she immediately demanded, "Tell me."
"Apparently father's faux pas at the manor wasn't forgiven. The ministry found what was left of him yesterday." Draco didn't sugar coat it. His mother was the strongest person he had ever met and Draco knew she wouldn't want to be coddled. "They didn't release any details but from the way they discouraged the use of an open casket I guess that auntie dearest had a finger in the whole thing."
She closed her eyes and nodded. "Very likely so." He was gone. Never would he again threaten her or Draco. All opportunity for him to change, as tiny and improbable as that had been, was gone as well. She felt a bit a fool but somewhere, deeply buried, she'd always hoped that the Lucius she'd fallen in love with would return one day. That would never be now. A single tear slipped from beneath her lashes and trailed down her cheek.
Draco's arms were around her in an instant. "I'm sorry mother, I'm so, so sorry." He had never experienced a loving moment from his father but he knew that something had to have been there once. Narcissa would never have looked at him twice if there hadn't.
She let herself hold tight to her son for just a few moments. Her precious child who was all the best of herself and the man Lucius had once been and also so much more because he had lifted himself out of the expectations he'd been raised to. She pulled back and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Oh my baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. I mourn for who he once was, a man who left us long ago, but not for what he became."
"No, it's...difficult mourning the man he became." Draco agreed. "I'm going to see to it that the funeral is arranged. The man from the ministry said that the reading of the will is next week in professor Dumbledore's office, your presence is wished for." Draco breathed deeply he knew precisely what was going to happen. The Daily Prophet would have a field day, The Malfoy name was not very well liked but the family was as old and as powerful as they came, everyone would relish in Lucius downfall, everything about them would be splattered all over the news and on everyone's lips. Draco hated the thought of being the scandal of the week, he would spare his mother from as much as he could though. "Mother, I don't think you should go to the funeral. Aunt Bella is still out there and now that she's finished with father I doubt she's very pleased with you turning away from great master snakeface."
A delicate blond brow lifted. "Oh so you're simply arranging the funeral, you won't be attending?"
"No I will be there, I just don't think you should be." Damn his mother for being so perceptive, he should have known that she would see straight through his reasons.
"Draco, I will be there. I was weathering scandal before you were even thought of." She bussed her son's cheek. "And I would not leave my son to defend against the vultures or the wolves alone."
"I only wanted to spare you, you know the schadenfreude will be limitless." Draco brushed a butterfly kiss over his mother's cheekbone.
"My sweet baby, they do not bother me, they never have." She leaned away to straighten his hair and tug his robes into better alignment. "My only worry is how they will treat you and Hermione. Does she know of this?"
Draco nodded and let his mother fuss as she wanted. "She does, I was studying with her in the library when I was told to go to professor Dumbledore's office. I asked her to come with me and I'm glad I did...It's hard though, opening up to someone." He looked down at his shiny leather shoes. "I have been wretched to her for years, a true git. It's like I keep waiting for her to realize that, to realize that she is much too good for me."
"Oh sweetheart, it is not what you did in the past that matters to her but who you are now. And of course she's too good for you." She smiled at his shocked look. "That's how it should be, the lady being too good for the man and he knows it. So long as you remember that and treat her like the treasure she is, she will never leave you. She's made her choice my little Dragon and I don't think Hermione is the kind who changes course midstream."
"Believe me I will never forget how wonderful she is or how lucky I am." Draco flushed a soft pink, it was a bit embarrassing speaking of such things with your mother but at the same time it felt really good getting his worries out there.
"Then you will never have to worry about her walking away." She met his eyes, a softer, more silvery gray than his father's. "You are not your father Draco. You have a well of compassion that he never possessed even at the start of my relationship with him. He was possessive and made me feel wanted more than anything but never compassionate."
"Thank you mother." Draco hugged her again and then took a few steps away. "I suppose we have a lot of things to decide now, starting with the funeral and then the manor...What should we do with that? And all the house elves and other servants?" Draco wasn't turning seventeen for another four months but he could still feel the burden that being lord Malfoy was weighing him down.
"The manor needs to be cleared of dark enchantments, I would suggest letting the Aurors clear it. All dark objects and books that I didn't take with me would have been taken by the Dark Lord but there is no telling what sort of spells are there. Even I do not know. As for the house elves," her eyes twinkled in amusement, "well what would you imagine Hermione would say about them?"
"Free them, hire them and give them proper pay." Draco grinned as he recited S.P.E.W's motto. "As for the manor, they're are plenty of Aurors in the Order, one of them should have some idea what we should do and how it can be purged. I want to go back there some day but not while things are the way they are."
She nodded. "Of course. We need to bring light and laughter to those halls. As to the other servants, offer them the chance to stay or move on and we'll give glowing references to those who choose to leave. We should do much the same for the house in France, the villa in Italy, and the summer home in Spain."
Draco nodded. "I'll start looking into it and begin to compose letters so that it's ready after the reading of the will."
"Good. Now, go find your girl and get this out of your mind for a while."
"Will you be alright mother?" As much as Draco longed for Hermione right now he wouldn't leave his mother if she was in any way upset. After a nod Draco gave in and with one last hug Draco practically ran up the stairs until he reached the Room of Requirement. Draco stopped to catch his breath outside the door before he turned the knob and entered.
Hermione looked up from a recipe she'd been perusing, one that made agonizing boils pop out to cover every inch of the victim's skin, and offered him a smile. She closed the book and held out a hand. "Hey."
"Hi." Draco took the offered hand and brought it up to his face to press it against his cheek. "I missed you." He closed his eyes at the calm he felt just by being close to her, in a really strange way it felt like coming home.
She stroked his cheek and moved away from the table to step closer, the study room she'd conjured suddenly melting away into a Quidditch pitch complete with brooms and beautiful summer weather. "How did it go?"
"As well as expected, mother is strong, much stronger than me." He hugged her close and looked up at the brilliant, clear blue sky. "It's finally starting to sink in, that Lucius is really gone."
She looped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder. "And what's going through your mind about that then?"
"Relief is the first thing that comes to mind as bad as that sounds." He ran a hand over Hermione's curls in a motion that probably soothed him more than her. "Followed by resentment that I'm going to have to be the one to clean up the mess that he's made."
She gave him a squeeze. "You won't be doing it alone you know. You've got me, your mom, Professor Snape, Harry, Ron and with him comes the small army of his family, Pansy, Luna and Neville will all be here to help if you need or want it."
Draco's eyes widened at an army of redheaded Weasels helping him...Times were most definitely changing. "I know and I'm very grateful for it, it still seems a little daunting though. I've known that I would one day become Lord Malfoy with all that that entails one day but right now it seems like all other options have just vanished."
She pursed her lips. "Well you could always donate the estate to some higher cause if you really wanted to make your own way in the world. Then there's a proxy, choose an estate manager and be free to do as you bloody well please between quarterly meetings."
He ducked his head in shame. "You are completely right, don't mind me I just got hit with poor little rich boy syndrome. I'm too much of a Malfoy to even consider donating the estate and I have too much pride to let anyone else manage it when I know I could do a better job of it myself."
She chuckled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "It's a lot all at once, you're entitled to a brief attack of 'poor me'."
"I'm lucky to have you to ground me when I go of on a high and mighty stint. Thank you." Draco turned his head so that he could kiss her properly, he claimed her soft lips and cupped the back of her neck gently.
Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders, gripping them lightly as her eyes fluttered shut and a soft hum sounded in the back of her throat. His lips moved against hers gently and she marveled at the way it made her feel as if she were flying with both feet on the ground. If his kisses were that good she could only imagine what it would feel like when they went further.
Hermione was pliant and warm in his arms and Draco felt like he could continue doing this forever. Every kiss was amazing and he felt it throughout his whole body. Draco wanted her so bad but right now it was enough to have her in his arms and be allowed to kiss her like there was no tomorrow.
One hand moved up into his hair, threading through the pale blond silken strands as she pressed closer, going up on tiptoe. She took his bottom lip between hers and nibbled lightly before sweeping her tongue over it, blushing like mad at her boldness.
Draco groaned and his arm tightened around her waist as he accepted what was offered and slipped his own tongue out to play. He lapped at her mouth and chased her tongue into it relishing in the taste of her.
A soft mmm came from her as she welcomed his tongue into her mouth, flicking her own against it shyly before growing bolder and letting her tongue dance fully with his.
He kissed her like he was drowning for a while before he reluctantly pulled away. There was a prominent problem in his trousers right now and Draco really didn't want to push her. This was not the time or the place for taking things further.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly damp and a bright bright pink as she looked up at him, one hand still holding tight to his robes. "Wow."
"Yeah..." Draco was flushed too but he smiled at Hermione. "That was...brilliant!" He shook himself out of his robes and placed it on the now grass covered ground and invited her to sit.
She settled beside him on the ground and leaned her head on his shoulder, taking his hand with a smile and threading her fingers with his. She watched a match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw start on the Quidditch pitch and she couldn't help but chuckle as she saw that an illusory Draco was playing seeker for Slytherin as Cho Chang played for Ravenclaw. She hoped he destroyed Cho.
Draco squeezed her hand and breathed deeply to regain control of his body. He watched the game with her and felt just a little sliver of irritation that the imaginary Draco probably was a better seeker that the real one. He would have to work on that.
Hermione watched as Draco and Cho both went into a dive, feeling a bit odd as the real Draco was right there beside her as she watched his double. "Oh, oh, oh." The imaginary Draco swooped out of the dive, gold glinting in his hand as Cho actually ploughed into the ground. "Yes!" She turned bright red at her outburst. "Er...go Slytherin?"
Chuckling Draco pulled her close and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Oh Merlin I love you."
Her eyes went wide, he'd never said that before, and then they took on a suspicious sheen. She'd been half afraid he didn't return her feelings, after all he was a pureblood and she? She was just a muggleborn bossy know-it-all. She wrapped her arms around him tight. "I love you too Draco."
Draco let out a breath of relief, despite everything there had still been a sliver of fear inside him, fear that Hermione would reject him, that she didn't feel the same way. He wrapped his arms around her and held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. As long as he had Hermione in his life Draco felt that he could do anything.
She smiled and snuggled close, happiness swirling through her. Their world might be at war, a funeral might be needing to be planned, and dark wizards might be out for their blood but right at this particular moment, everything was perfect.
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