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Chapter Three

            “Now that was completely uncalled for,” she said, as she stood up. “I’ve never buggered anyone in my life. Nor, I might add, has Severus Snape ever called me such. Tea?”

            “Fire whiskey.”

            “Tea it is,” she replied, ignoring him as he snapped at her that he would have none of it.

            By the time the tea was set in front of him, Lucius was in a very sour mood indeed.

            “I asked for fire whiskey,” he muttered, as he took up the china.

            “Yes, I’m aware of that,” she replied. “But seeing as I need you sober, if only for this conversation, it’ll wait.” She took a sip of her tea. “After all, I’m not your mother here to regulate when and how you become intoxicated.”

            He pursed his lips, but said, “Then get on with it.”

            “As much as I would love to vent my curiosity, I’ll keep it brief,” she assured him and received a snort of derision for her efforts. “And to think most would be happy at this news.” Sighing she took a sip of her tea and went forward with what she wished to say to the man. “From this moment on we must go on with the premise that although we’ll still be searching for a cure that there isn’t one to be found. The reasoning behind that is you must acclimatize to functioning without sight on the off chance that there isn’t a way to counter the spell used. It is a necessity.”

            “I knew that,” he growled.

            “Really? Then why haven’t you learned the layout of this residence?” He blushed at her words. “Merlin, man, you haven’t even learned the set up of one room, have you? Have you even attempted to come up with a spell that would help you get from room to room without aid of another person?” When there wasn’t an answer, she told him quietly, “You have more to help you than any blind muggle on the planet and yet they are far more capable and independent than you are. That doesn’t speak well to your ability to adapt.” Hermione stood up and went over to him. Leaning down, she whispered to him, “You’re a very strong, intelligent wizard, sir. Whomever attacked you was trying to weaken you by doing so, am I correct?”

            “Yes,” he breathed.

            “You will prove them wrong, will you not?”

            “Yes,” he repeated, his voice stronger as he said so.

            “Good.” She stood up straight. “Now first things first, would you care to learn to read brail or would you prefer to have books read aloud to you using a spell?”

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            Exhaustion was eating at Hermione’s nerves like piranha by the time Draco arrived at the residence that night. Although Lucius had been cooperative when they first started out, it soon became clear that the man had little by way of patience and nothing by way of tolerance of attempting the new or untried. It was, all in all, about as productive as hitting one’s head on a masonry wall and just as painful.

            She was taking a potion to rid herself of the headache dwelling behind her eyes when Draco stepped into her sitting room.

            “Why aren’t you working with my father?” he demanded. “You were brought here to help him, Granger, not sit around uselessly.”

            “And to think, I thought I only needed a mild headache draft,” she muttered to herself, as she got to her feet. “Your father is about as cooperative as you were with any other house during our days in school. So far I’ve been able to help him learn to do a handful of different things on his own. But unless he’s willing to try something that hasn’t been done before, I don’t know how much more I can do for him.” Rubbing her neck in order to loosen the tension in the muscles, she went on wearily with, “True, there are ways around it, but since it’s for him that we’re doing this…”

            “I’ll speak to him,” he murmured. “Have you had dinner?”

            “Not as of yet,” she said. “Chances are that we missed eating with your father and Headmaster Snape. Care to join me?”

            He nodded. “That’s a splendid idea. And while we eat, you can tell me how the blazes Uncle Severus managed to talk you into teaching advanced Ancient Runes!” He slipped her arm through his, saying, “The last thing I heard was that you left the Ministry of Magic and jilted the Weasel at the alter.”

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            “For the last time! I did not leave Ron at the alter!” the words had Severus stopping in his tracks, still deeply entrenched in the dark shadows of the room. “That would have required him asking me on a date in the first place.”

            Severus settled more into the shadows, his keen hearing picking up on every word between the one time enemies.

            “Really?” he asked, looking at her intently. “I have it on good authority that you ditched him the night before the event in question.”

            She shook her head no. “He and I though at odds at the moment, which has nothing to do with what you think, have never been close to getting married.” Hermione leaned back in her chair and murmured, “I was engaged to be married to Viktor Krum and it was he that I left the night before we were to wed.”

            “You don’t say,” Draco murmured. “Why is that?”

            “I found him in bed with his quidditch team,” she told him. “The entire team along with a few fan girls and boys and what I think was a liberal amount of some sort of oil for lubrication.” She tossed back a shot of fire whiskey. “Needless to say, I wasn’t happy about that.” Hermione stood up. “I only told one person about the event, hoping for some sort of sympathy, I suppose. You know what they did?” She took a deep breath and said, “They called me a prude. She was shocked that I was expecting the man I was about to take vows with to be faithful! She thought it was normal for all men, whom she called pigs, to jump into bed with more people than one would find actively playing on the quidditch field.” Hermione snorted. “Thought I was being childish for expecting loyalty out of the man I was going to be with for the rest of my life.” She tossed back another shot of whiskey. “I do believe I’ve totally humiliated myself by now and getting to bed would be a sound thing for me to do.” She looked around. “Great. I’m drunk and I haven’t a clue where my room is.” Her eyes stopped on Severus’s shadow clad form. “Sir, by any chance do you recall where my rooms are?”

            “That I do, Miss Granger,” he said, going over to her. “May I escort you?”

            “Yes, thank you, sir,” she took his arm even as he was looking over to Draco, motioning to him to stay put.

            Fifteen minutes he was back over to where Draco was waiting for him, growling, “You just had to ask about that fucking wedding, didn’t you?”

            “Let me guess—you were the one that didn’t give her the sympathy she was looking for?”

            “On the contrary,” he muttered, as he went about pouring himself a drink. “It was her own mother.” Draco’s eyes went wide at this news. “Her parents were going through a bitter divorce.” He took a sip of his drink, muttering, “She told her that all men were dogs and other nonsense like that. She went on to say that for a genius Hermione was monstrously naïve to even think of marrying out of love, because it doesn’t exist.”

            “And why are you telling me these things?” Draco inquired.

            “Miss Granger wasn’t brought here to be your next conquest.” His eyes went hard. “She came here to help your father. Respect that, if nothing else.”

            “It never crossed my mind,” Draco drawled, standing up slowly.

            “Really?” Snape said, standing along with him. “Planning on planting yourself in her bed while she sleeps just now?” Draco’s gray eyes narrowed. “You’re nothing if not painfully predictable. You did as much in your sixth year with Miss Greengrass.” He began to walk away. “Just in case you change your mind and do decide to attempt as much again, Draco, I’ve moved her to another room. We wouldn’t want Miss Granger to feel ill at ease, now do we?”

TBC...

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Hey! Another chapter finished! And here's the treat I promised you guys--A new game! Yes, as a celebration of this being my 35th story here on adult-fanfiction.org, I've come up with a new game to play! And welcome to Famous Last Words--Movie Addition. The rules are as follows--I will give you the last line of a movie and you tell me what movie it comes from. For double credit add in who (Actor and/or character) said it. For triple points, tell who directed the movie as well. This is for fun, people! I hope you like it. And here we go! And just to be nice, I made the first one really easy--or is it?

"Space, the final frontier...These are the continuing voyages of the starship Enterprise...Her on going mission: to explore strange new worlds...to seek out new life and new civilizations...To boldly go where no man has gone before..."

There's the first one. Like I said, it's easy, but there's a certain trickiness about it as well. Read it carefully. The clues are all there. Sort of. Just to let you know, like the stories I write here, I don't earn any money from the game either. The mistakes that are made, are my own. Enjoy! And have a wonderful day!
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