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Count Your Blessings	By : LadyOfTheNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 39965 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Count Your Blessings

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A/N: Okay, for some reason my muse was very difficult when writing this chapter. For some reason I was writing a bunch, it just wasn’t in chronological order… which caused me great pains in editing, sorry if it seems choppy. I have a lot of the scenes done for future chapters too so hopefully I will be posting again soon, but don’t quote me on that! ^_^

<><>{Chapter Three: Power Struggles}<><>

The Malfoy’s were roughly awakened from their sleep and dragged into the visitor’s room. They were both shackled to the table awaiting their guest. It was times like these they wished they were given the option of refusing a visit. With their backs to the door they heard someone stagger in. They could feel the eyes on them and were starting to wonder what was going on.

The silence was interrupted by the person getting closer, situating himself between the two Malfoys, just out of their view. Lucius was suddenly struck hard on the side of the head, blurring his vision.

“Congratulations,” a voice slurred emitting the heavy stench of alcohol. Then Draco was similarly struck in the head.

Ron Weasley stepped out in front of the prisoners. “It’s a boy.” He growled out menacingly before he sent a barrage of punches that effectively knocked out the two prisoners.

<><>{Chapter Three}<><>

Lucius awoke to sharp pains radiating from every limb of his body. He could still taste the blood in his mouth. “Draco,” he called, checking to see if his son had regained consciousness yet. His call was answered with silence.

“It’s a boy.” That is what the Weasley had said. He lay still and thought about the implications of that statement. Despite all of the rumors he had heard, Lucius’ was a family man. He had never strayed from his wife once. He had made a commitment, swore an oath, and he was always taught to be a man of his word.

When Lord Voldemort first started gaining power, he was less violent, and more about family and Pureblood rights. He encouraged his Death Eaters to marry Purebloods and multiply, which is exactly what Lucius tried to do. It is true that he did not have a romantic love for his wife, but over the years he did grow to respect her as a friend. He would never have thought about straying from his family, in any capacity.

Yes, the old Death Eaters did kill people but death used to be a way to further their cause for Pureblood rights. Every revolution involved some bloodshed, but in the old days they would have never raped an innocent girl; no matter what her blood status was. The second time around however had been drastically different.

Lucius could tell Lord Voldemort had changed. He suspected that years of living off animal hosts had slowly driven the wizard more violent, animalistic and slightly mad. Because Lord Voldemort had suffered during his years in exile, he only appreciated his followers who had similarly suffered. The Dark Lord gave no care for Lucius or other followers who had carried out his original order of continuing the Pureblood lineage.

Wizard’s that had been driven mad from incarceration like the Carrow’s and the LeStrange’s had inexplicably rose to power and Lucius and other Pureblood’s that evaded jail found themselves at the bottom of the barrel. To make matter worse it appeared that the Dark Lord was actually starting to favor a half-blooded were-wolf more than Lucius. That night it had been made apparent at a meeting; Lucius had been called out by the Dark Lord for once again passing on his turn to rape their latest victim.

“Lucius, if you keep passing I may start to think you have gone soft on me.” The Dark Lord replied. “Maybe you just don’t have the stomach to be a Death Eater after all.” He turned to Bellatrix, who was seated at his right side. “Too many years of picking out new curtains and robes must of turned him into an old softy.” He teased to his new protégé causing the whole group of men to snicker behind their masks.

“Well if you insist on passing, I guess it is Fenrir’s turn. I know he never turns down a chance to have a little fun. Maybe next time I will let Fenrir go first, that way you won’t have to pass. There is hardly anything left when he is through.” The crowd all snickered again.

He could not afford to lose anymore favor with the Dark Lord. The last time he disappointed his master his son had paid the price. He would never let that happen again. That is what he was thinking when he insisted that he and Draco go first that night. He never wanted that for his son or himself for that matter. He knew at the time that it was senseless and unnecessary but he didn’t think much of it because he thought she would be dead soon. Also his desire to protect his family from the Dark Lord’s punishment was fueling his actions.

Months later he was still consumed with guilt, guilt for committing the act and guilt for cheating on his wife. He had never told Narcissa about what had taken place. He and Draco had both decided it would be best not to tell her; they knew it would ruin her if she knew, but every time she visited the need to tell her grew. Now with this new information, he knew he would have to tell her. It seemed he was either a father again, or a grandfather, either way Narcissa deserved to hear it from her husband. He owed her that much.

Plus she was the only one who could check the family tree, the Slytherin side of him thought, at least for a couple years. He would have to wait till she came to visit to tell her.

“Father?” he heard his son groan out from the next cell over.

“Yes, I am awake.” He stated while pulling himself up to sit against the wall.

After a bit of silence he heard his son ask “Do you think he was lying?”

Lucius stretched his neck and felt his muscles protesting. “No, I have too many bruises for that to not be the truth.” He replied. “So one of us is owed a congratulations, either you are a father or you have a new brother.” Lucius affirmed.

“Bullocks.” He heard from his son.

‘Bullocks indeed.’ Lucius agreed mentally.

<><>{Chapter Three}<><>

Hermione and Benny had been released from the Hospital Wing and then made their way back to the Burrow. Hermione decided that she wanted to spend the rest of the school term and summer with her family. She thought they would hardly be noticed there, having always remembered it lively and noisy. The newly rebuilt Burrow was a much quieter place. The only people currently living there were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Charlie and George.

When Harry, Hermione and Benny moved in, the house was anything but quiet. Hermione had learned that Benny loved to hear her voice. He would become fussy if there was a long period of silence. To solve this problem, she had taken to reading her books aloud. Benny would go right to sleep when he felt the vibrations of her voice, and everyone else would rather hear Hermione reading than a baby crying.

George, at first was indifferent to the new house mates; he had never fully gotten over the death of his twin, Fred and become a shell of the man he used to be.

Weasley Wizard Wheezes was still open thanks to lots of help from the family. George couldn’t bring himself to even step foot into the place, so Charlie volunteered to move home and help him run the business. Molly feared George would always be this way. That is why no one was surprised that George was indifferent to the baby’s presence at first.

Charlie on the other hand was anything but indifferent. Charlie was vocally not a fan of the little tyke. While Benny was proving to be a very even tempered baby, he still had his moments. The man could stand dragon screeches but a baby crying seemed to be the end-all for him.

Charlie also had an annoying habit of accidentally walking into rooms that Hermione was breast feeding in. He always would run out of the room blushing and joking about how the two of them were going to be the death of him. Charlie even gave Benny a nickname because of it, the Leech.

At first, Hermione would get defensive when Charlie would complain, but now, after spending time with him, she knew that Charlie was just griping because that was what Charlie did. He held things at arm’s length so as not to become too attached. Mrs. Weasley guessed this was a reason for his eternal bachelor status. When he was at the Burrow his head was always buried in paper work for 3 W’s.

It was 14 days after Benny’s birth that the child in question had made a particularly stinky mess in his diaper while Hermione and Mrs. Weasley were deep in the middle of preparing dinner. George did an unexpected thing; he offered to change the tyke. Hermione hesitantly agreed after checking that Mrs. Weasley approved.

She returned to her preparations when a gasp of shock came from George. Both Mrs. Wealsey and Hermione both looked over to George who was shielding Benny’s lower body from view.

“What is it George!?” Hermione questioned grabbing at his shoulder, trying to see her son. George turned around but kept his hands behind his back. “Don’t be mad; it just fell off!” He rushed out quickly while producing from behind his back what was left of Benny’s umbilical cord. Both Mrs. Weasley and Hermione started to burst out laughing to relieve all the tension and worry that had built up in the last 60 seconds.

“George, it’s supposed to come off, don’t worry!” Hermione gasped out in between giggles. That’s when Mr. Weasley brought out the camera and suggested they take a picture for the baby book Hermione had started.

George tried to hand over the umbilical cord to Hermione but she just shook her head. “You hold it for the picture. You were the one it happened to after all!” She smiled, grabbed the baby and held him up in between them, posing for the picture.

At first Hermione felt uncomfortable with George being so close, but she felt another wave of calming energy and instantly felt better. George grinned for the picture and looked more like his old self.

Throughout her time at the Burrow, Hermione found herself surrounded by help. Between Harry, Mrs. Weasley, and George there was always someone offering to clean a dirty diaper or to calm her fussy son. She actually found herself refusing the help more often than not, George was the hardest to deny though.

Most of the time he walked around like he’d been kissed by a Dementor but when he was with Benny he always seemed to be a little livelier and Hermione couldn’t help but think the baby had something to do with it. She noticed that her own anxieties were lessening the more time she spent with her son. She could now accept hugs from both George and Charlie without flinching.

The baby books said that their magic could manifest at any time but that it was rare for it to happen before the first year. She wondered if her son had some type of innate healing magic, but quickly dismissed the thought blaming her own biased view of her son. It wasn’t until Mrs. Weasley mentioned it to her months later that Hermione remembered the thought.

“You and Benny brought life back into this House. It’s almost like he healed us all.” She mentioned off handedly while they were doing the dishes.

Hermione nodded her agreement. “Anytime I am holding him and am reminded of that night I feel a calming energy wash over me. I have thought it might be him, but I thought I was just manifesting powers onto him. The books all say that while it can happen, babies don’t usually show magic until a year…” she replied.

“Hermione, magic or not just being here is making a huge difference. We have been mourning Fred far too long. We thought that George just needed time but we were not helping him. He was standing still. You and Benny came and showed him that life goes on, sometimes whether you’re ready or not.” The matriarch gently squeezed the young mother’s shoulder and they both looked over at George and Benny who was now two and half months old.

George had Benny lying on his back and was playing another round of a game he made up called “Mr. Finger.” George held up his right index finger “OH NO! It’s Mr. Finger!” and Benny started to smile and kick his legs. Then George held up his left index finger and said “OH NO! It’s Mr. Finger’s brother!” and Benny would start to shake his fists and giggle until George brought his fingers down and tickled the little guy mercilessly. Squeals of laughter were coming from the young boy and Hermione and Mrs. Weasley couldn’t help but laugh too.

Benny changed a lot, physically, during his time at the Burrow. His head of platinum blonde hair fell out and was replaced with even curlier locks. His chin remained as stubborn as his mother’s but his eyes would always been that eerie silver grey. His cheek bones also seemed to come from his fraternal genes, they were high and proud.

They established a routine fairly quickly. Mornings, after breakfast, would be spent outside before the sun was too hot.

They would lie on a blanket out in one of the old make-shift quidditch fields and Hermione would play with her son or read books aloud. Sometimes George would join them and take a turn or two on his broom. When Benny got older he loved to watch George fly around and he would clap every time George would fly close by.

Then they would come in for Benny’s mid-morning snack and she would hand him off to Mrs. Weasley so she could jump in the shower. After her shower she would help Charlie with some of the account balancing for the 3 W’s. Charlie had learned that Hermione was a math wizard and he soon began asking for help more and more frequently until Hermione just offered to do it for him. Now he just left anything that had to do with accounting or math, in the den for Hermione to look over.

She loved having something to do academically. Sometimes she couldn’t wait until her potion’s apprenticeship started in August. She always felt horribly guilty after thinking that though. ‘She was a mother now and she should be glad to spend so much time with her son.’ She thought and she was grateful, but she knew deep down that she thirsted for a really good problem to solve.

Life may be crazy and complicated, it could through you curve balls you may have never expected, but you should always aspire to fulfill your dreams, no matter what. That is what her mother had always told her growing up, and she still firmly believed it now.

After lunch Hermione would put Benny down for his nap, which Uncle George almost always woke him up early from. Then soon after Harry would come home from work and demand time with his Godson. Dinner followed by a bath, story time then bed.

On Sunday evenings Mrs. Weasley hosted a big family dinner in which all family members were welcome. Bill and Fleur, and Percy and his fiancée Penelope were regulars. Andromeda also tried to bring her grandson Teddy around to visit with his godfather, Harry as much as possible. He spent so many nights over that Harry moved a second crib into the room now dubbed Teddy and Benny’s room.

Her life was so busy she didn’t even realize that the anniversary of Benny’s conception had come and gone. Yes, she still had nightmares about being attacked, but she didn’t let her fears and stress run her life anymore, she left that job up to the little wizard in her life.

In fact, she hadn’t thought about that night in weeks, until her copy of the Daily Prophet arrived.

<><>{Chapter Three}<><>

Lucius was pacing his cell, a habit he had taken up as of late. Narcissa usually visited at least once a week but the father and son duo hadn’t seen her in almost 3 months. Ron Weasley had become their regular visitor instead.

It was quite cruel actually. Every time he and Draco were led out of their respective cells they both would be hoping to see the Malfoy matriarch but would instead walk into Ron Weasley’s waiting fists.

The Weasley’s visits were always alcohol induced and rage fueled. Lucky the young man didn’t come by every week, but with no magic to heal the wounds the pain was felt long after each visit.

The pacing stopped as soon as he heard the footsteps echoing down the hall. His stomach rumbling signaled dinner-time, or at least what they called dinner.

The guard levitated the meal through the slot and took a quick look into the man’s cell. Lucius had done so much pacing as of late that he had actually wore a path into the floor.

“Give it up man, she is probably out shagging someone else, the sooner you accept it the better off you’ll be.” He goaded and was rewarded with Lucius hurling his stew at the man who quickly shielded himself. The bowl hit the bars and all the stew was wasted on the floor. The man just kept on walking away and laughing.

He still had to tell Narcissa about his indiscretion but the longer his wife stayed away, the more he began to think that she already knew.

An involuntary shudder ran through him. He didn’t like to think about her, or what he did to her. Deep down he knew that it was wrong, she was so young at the time, if not for the war she would have still been in school. Not only that, but a baby had resulted because of his and his son’s actions.

They loved their son and he never wanted for anything, but Lucius felt obligated to make as many Purebloods as possible. When it became apparent that Narcissa would not produce any more magical children he had accepted it after many months of fighting. He had his son, and he would learn to be content.

But now he knew another male Malfoy was out there and he worried for him. Lucius knew that the youngest Weasley was known to be romantically involved with the Granger Girl from his son Draco. Now that he knew how her boyfriend feels about his descendent he couldn’t help but think about the baby. Were they treating it properly? Draco kept assuring Lucius that the girl was not cruel like that but he found it hard to believe that any mother could love a child that was produced in such a violent way.

The worst part of the whole situation was the lack of information. Whose child was he? What did he look like? What was his name? The prisoners had many questions. Often Lucius would dream about what his son/grandson would look like. He knew the Malfoy genes were very dominate and that the child probably had their eyes and hair color, but that was all he was sure of.

He also knew that the new Malfoy was a half-blood and it scared him how little he seemed to cared. He had grown up thinking, breathing and living Pureblood superiority, and now he had a half-blood relative and he found himself immensely curious about the baby. Maybe it was the all the free time… He had personally dueled the babe’s mother on numerous occasions and had heard rumors of her intelligence. Maybe the boy would be the best of both sides.

‘It doesn’t matter, I will never be allowed near the boy.’ He thought to himself bitterly. Then his musing was interrupted by a guard approaching. He and Draco were once again brought to their visiting room and left chained to the table.

Ron Weasley once again strolled into the room this time his steps were purposeful and he had a very haughty smile on his face.

“Mr. Weasley, come for another round on the old punching bags?” Lucius drawled. “No liquid courage today?” he questioned with a smirk.

“Not today, I wanted to remember this encounter.” He sneered and threw down a copy of the Daily Prophet. On the front cover was a picture of his wife, Narcissa. Both prisoners leaned closer fervently reading the text.

Narcissa “Cissy” Black Malfoy sadly took her own life 3 months ago. She is the Daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black. She is survived by her husband and son Lucius and Draco Malfoy who are both currently serving sentences in Azkaban.

Narcissa was found today, three months after the act, in the Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire England by a house elf. Narcissa’s love for her family was her most admirable quality. She abandoned her prejudice in the Second Wizarding War and told the lie that was crucial in Harry Potters’ defeat of the Dark Lord.

She lied and told the Dark Lord that Harry Potter was dead; her lie bought Harry the crucial time he needed to surprise the Dark Lord and eventually defeat him.

While it is unknown at this time why she chose to end her life early, many suspect that she simply could not live with the shame of her family’s actions. She completely dropped from the social scene after her husband and son’s incarcerations after the Second Wizardring War and lived a very solitary existence.

As the men read the article Draco had tears running down his face. Lucius just steeled his expression. He would not let this Weasley see him upset. He had too much pride for that.

“I brought two, one for each of you.” He threw down another copy and sat down in the chair opposite the two prisoners grinning cheekily.

“I was there you know, she made quite a mess. She slit her wrists in your study standing in front of the Malfoy Family Tree. I wonder what she was looking at?” He taunted mercilessly.

Lucius just stared the boy down. ‘This Weasley should have been a Slytherin.’

Draco was turning his head and desperately trying to muffle his impending sobs. He always was softer than Lucius liked, but in this instance the patriarch completely understood and sympathized.

“What do you want?” Lucius asked stonily as he pushed his leg against his sons as a gesture of reassurance.

“Me?” Ron asked as he leaned back in his chair and threaded his hands together behind his neck.

“I don’t want anything. I thought you might want something from me.” He grinned cheekily. “I know, who the father is” he taunted and Draco looked up despite his tears. Lucius clenched his fists in anger. He hated how powerless he was, losing control and nothing to do about it. He would not beg this young man for information. Even chained and shackled the man’s pride would not allow it.

“Don’t you want to know?” Ron taunted again. “I know if it were me I would think of nothing else. But considering where you are currently located, I am sure the distraction is welcomed.” He smirked while standing up and moving closer to the Malfoys.

“I think that I will tell you, just not today. It’s funny how the times have changed. That night I was so helpless and powerless, but now it’s the other way around.”

He once again began punching and kicking the two men. When they were both thoroughly beaten he picked up the two copies of the Daily Prophet and tucked one in each man’s pocket. He wanted the men to have the reminder of what they did to both Hermione and their matriarch.

<><>{Chapter Three}<><>

Hermione aced all her N.E.W.T.’s with an E in DADA and O’s in everything else. Graduation was a huge affair. The Order and Hermione’s original Gryffindor class, minus Ron, came to see their friends graduate.

Ginny moved back to the Burrow taking the room on the top floor. Charlie quickly snagged her to help him in the 3 W’s, Ginny was a wiz at charms and his head of Charms department had just left to go work at another more, stable company. The fate of the 3W’s was still uncertain what with the owner being unable to set foot on the premises.

As much as the Weasley’s adored the baby, they all knew that Hermione and Benny would be leaving soon. It was the two weeks until she left and she had just started packing. No one wanted to think about it, least of all Harry and George. They had made her promise that her fireplace at Hogwarts would be hooked up to floo between the Burrow. They also demanded to be called if she ever needed a sitter.

Hermione just laughed and said “Only if you,” she said to George, “go back to at least helping Charlie with the 3W’s paperwork!” she teased him. “When I begin my work I will not have time to do them anymore, and he really was shite at it in the first place.” She whispered loudly making George chuckle and Charlie throw a pillow at her from across the room.

“I’ll do you one better and go back to work, I’ve decided that if Fred were here, he would tell me to get over myself and get back to work. He would be pissed if the store went under.” George declared. They heard a dish break in the kitchen and Mrs. Weasley ran into the room. “Plus, we need to come out with some new products soon or Zonko’s will become complacent.” He teased.

“What was that George? Are you really thinking about going back to work?” She asked excitedly.

“Jesus woman it’s like you have been trying to get rid of me!” He jested and made an overly exaggerated hurt face. To which she simply responded by playfully punching and then giving him a huge hug.

“You know I only want you to be happy George and you are happiest when you are at plotting away at something.” While the matriarch was hugging him, George made a crazy person gesture and pointed at his mum causing Hermione and Harry to snicker quietly.

“Plus, I am sure Charlie wants to get back to his dragons…” he said shooting a look at his brother.

“Let’s go down tomorrow, I can show you what I have done with the place.” Charlie replied changing the subject and entered into a detailed conversation about the store and plans for expansion.

As much as Charlie complained about working at the store, Hermione could tell he really loved it. If she had to guess, Charlie was not interested in going back to Romania.

Mrs. Weasley, while happy to have George back to normal, still mourned Ron’s absence; she was the only one though. Everyone else happily ignored his absence every week at the family dinners. They had all grown fiercely protective of the little Granger and everyone in the Weasley clan had been disappointed in Ron’s reaction to him.

Harry was the only one who still had regular contact with Ron. They both worked together as Aurors in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Harry had been noticing Ron’s work slipping lately, he had been coming in late and leaving early; his paper work was never turned in on time and if he had been anyone else, Harry guessed he would have been sacked a long time ago.

Ron, being Ron was stubbornly ignored Harry’s presence at work but Harry caught the wizard staring longingly at the photos on Harry’s desk. He would always scowl when he would catch a glimpse of Benny and stalk off angrily.

Harry understood Ron’s pain having seen the anguish Ron was in while Hermione was being tortured and raped. Ron was a complete mess moaning and wailing irrationally trying to open the cell door to get to Hermione and Harry knew he would act no differently if it was Ginny up there being tortured and raped.

At first Harry let Ron ignore him because he had been hoping that Ron would come around eventually. Now almost eight months later Harry could see that he had let this game go on far too long and needed to confront Ron.

<><>{End of Chapter Three}<><>

A/N: well I thought I would never finish that chapter. I had a hard time making Lucius’ motivation seem in character while still not a complete bastard. lol I hope you like the chapter! There will be smut again soon, consensual this time! Hermione needs a rebound man now that her issues are starting to settle down. Review with your comments opinions etc.
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