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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 Thirty
BETA LOVE – RaynePheonix2
The laughter was not hers and it was not her lovers. She felt cold as ice, from her heart to the tips of her toes. She turned horrified eyes on Lucius. Her heart was racing so fast it caused nausea to swirl in her belly. She turned back to Draco just in time to see the golden orb sinking into the palms of his hands, confirming him as the father to her child.
Magic sparked in her, only to be contained by the confounded tanzanite collar. Tears pricked her eyes and her nose as she swallowed hard, trying to contain the vomit that was blossoming up her esophagus. “Gonna be sick!” she sputtered helplessly as she pushed herself into a side sit. Lucius grabbed a near by waste bucket and thrust it at her as her meager dinner made its reappearance.
Draco was talking excitedly to the healer, completely oblivious to her and Lucius’ tortured exchange. He pushed her hair back as she was sick again before he cast an Evanesco at the contents of the rubbish bin. He handed her his monogrammed handkerchief, and she realized his hands were shaking terribly. He made a show of pulling her to stand and pulling the robe more tightly around her before he whispered quickly in her ear. “I promise, I will protect you. It will be alright, love.”
That was it. She couldn’t take anymore. She immediately burst into tears, wanting nothing more than to fall into Lucius arms. In that moment, she wished they had attempted to run. Dead would be better then being married to Draco Malfoy.
“There will be no more of that, father.” Draco’s voice was punctuated with a horrible sneer. “I will kindly ask you to remove your hands from my fiancé. We will go to the Dark Lord now, Mudblood. He’s been most anxious for our results and my father has a bond-severing potion to take. I’m so very happy he will no longer be able to interfere on your behalf. Get dressed.”
Hermione tried desperately to control her sobs, but her panic and grief was so absolute she could barely breathe. She didn’t even look at Lucius, she couldn’t. She couldn’t look at the façade of the man she loved. He would be stoic. He would be pretending that he didn’t care, because she knew that he had to. Dealing with his act was not something she felt she could contend with at the moment, though. She was too wrapped up in her own terror.
The child in her womb was Malfoy’s.
Draco Malfoy’s.
Not Lucius’. It wasn’t the child of the man she loved – but his grandson. Bile filled her throat again and she pitched herself forward to her knees to snatch up the waste basket for the second time.
“Merlin, you are disgusting. I’ve never seen someone vomit so much in my life. You must have the weakest stomach in the world. Pull yourself together, whore! Stop wailing like I murdered your dog!” Draco snapped as he grabbed her arm roughly and hauled her to her feet. Hermione caught the slightly startled, and then pitying, look that the Healer threw in her direction. She pointedly ignored the woman as Draco ripped the dressing gown off her shoulders, leaving her clad in her bra and stockings before shoving her gown in her face. “Put it on. Now. I wish to go home.”
She followed his directions mechanically, keeping her eyes on her task or on the floor. She couldn’t look at Lucius, if she did, she would start sobbing all over again – the bloody bond be damned. As it was, tears were running silently down her cheeks.
The next thirty minutes of her life was agonizing. Hermione went through the motions. She followed Draco’s directions silently and immediately. Forcing herself to not care, she allowed herself to look at no one. Her eyes were either kept on the floor, or just slightly to the right of someone’s face.
Voldemort congratulated her and Draco and there was a verbal exchange between the two Malfoys and their master, but she remembered none of it. She did, however, vividly remember Lucius tipping back the vial of potion that severed their bond because she was surprised when it caused a ripple to her magic. She cupped her throat, forcibly trying to hold back her mounting fear. Lucius could no longer control her, sure, but he also could no longer override Draco’s commands.
If it weren’t for the life currently growing in her womb, she would want to curl up and die. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Life had already been so very, very cruel. Yet, she had persevered. With Lucius’ help she had made it through to the point where she had even found some solace and happiness and…love.
Now it was being ripped away from her all over again, and she knew that Draco would make her life a living hell. More so than he already had. She could bet there would be no more access to the library. She wasn’t foolish enough to think he’d allow her to continue frequenting the Parlor – not now that he knew about her affinity for the piano. Forget visiting with her mother or walking the grounds with Tinny. She wouldn’t be surprised if she were confined to a bedchamber – or even put back in a dungeon cell. She shivered at the thought, trying to block out the first six weeks of her captivity.
Before she knew it, they were standing in the Apparition Foyer in the Manor.
Lucius stood silently between Draco and Hermione, glaring furiously at his son. There was no flicker of anything he recognized on the boy’s face. Just a dark, menacing glower that made Lucius want to reach out and strangle him.
“I know you’ve been protecting her.” Draco started the conversation with an accusatory snarl. “You won’t anymore. You no longer have any control over her bond, therefore you have no control over what I do to her – or with her. Your sympathy for her has been ridiculous. You were the one to teach me that Mudbloods deserved no place in our society, yet you’ve been treating her like some sort of princess for the better part of her time with us. It ends now.”
Lucius knew his face was contorting with his anger at every word Draco spoke. He couldn’t believe that he and Narcissa had raised such a monster. Once again, he found himself not understanding what had happened to his boy. “I may have taught you that Mudbloods deserve no place in our society, Draco, but I also taught you that women deserve respect. That no real man slaps a woman around.
“You have subjected her to beatings and degradation that make me sick with the fact that you’re my child. Your mother, were she here, would be horrified with how you’ve behaved,” Lucius roared the last sentence, causing both Hermione and Draco to jump.
“Mother is dead. What she would have thought no longer matters,” Draco returned harshly. “Granger!” Draco shifted himself so he could see the girl. “You will go to my chambers at my command. A cot has been set up for you and all your necessary items have been moved into my suite. You will no longer share my father’s bed. You no longer have free reign of the Manor. You must ask permission before you go anywhere. Get used to being denied. Do you understand?”
Lucius turned to find Hermione staring over Draco’s right shoulder, a single tear trailing down her cheek as she murmured, “Yes, sir.”
“You may leave now.”
His heart clenched and his stomach rolled. He could do nothing. He was utterly impotent. He had told her he would protect her, but there was nothing he could do other than outright kill his son and flee with her. He knew that neither of them would survive running, though. Look at me! he begged silently.
At the same time he was willing his little witch to look at him, Draco commanded the girl to leave. She didn’t glance in his direction and he was forced to watch her curly mop of hair disappear around the corner without him. He felt like he had been stabbed in the gut.
When he looked back at his son, it was to find Draco watching him closely. “I can’t believe I have to ask this, father,” Draco said in a low voice. “Have you developed feelings for the chit?”
Lucius’ voice did not betray him, and he was sad to see that his son seemed completely unaffected by the words that came out of his mouth next. “No, Draco. Suddenly, though, I see that you are every ounce your grandfather’s double. He did to my mother what you have been doing to Miss Granger. May the gods keep you, because you will pay your penance in hell.” With those words, he turned and left Draco without another word.
He stalked to his study, occasionally slamming his cane on the floor in anger and grief. Once he was sure he was alone, he ripped off his cravat and robes and poured himself a generous helping of firewhisky. He threw it back like it was water and he had just spent the day in the desert without. Then he poured himself another, followed by another.
He wasn’t sure how many glasses of the smoking, amber liquid he downed, but found himself in a chair before a roaring fire when Narcissa spoke to him, breaking his solitude. “Lucius, it will be alright.” Her voice was gentle.
“You are wrong,” he told the portrait gloomily. “It will not be alright. Even if that girl and that child survive the pregnancy, I will always have to fear for their lives. Draco is sadistic and cruel. He gleans massive amounts of pleasure from torturing her and humiliating her.”
“Draco will come around –”
“HE WILL NOT, NARCISSA!” Lucius roared as he stood abruptly and turned to face her fully. “Draco – the Draco you knew? – he is DEAD. Something has snapped in his mind! He is MAD! Our son died the minute the madness began to consume him, and he will not ever be back! And I willingly let that girl … I willingly let Hermione …go with him tonight. I let the woman I am in love with go to bed with a monster, because I am uncapable of preventing it without one or both of us dying.”
He was ranting and he didn’t even care. He poured and sucked down another glass of firewhisky, not even realizing that Narcissa was staring at him with sad, wounded eyes or that a pair of black orbs were watching him from the door of his study.
“You love her?” Narcissa’s voice was a hesitant whisper as she glanced around the room, she was relieved to find the other portraits empty.
Lucius again dropped heavily into the chair before the fire before tilting back yet another full glass of whiskey. He watched Narcissa’s painted face betray her hurt at being yelled at; at having her son be called a monster by the man who had sired him.
“I do,” he said heavily when he had finished. He slumped back as if he had been wholly defeated by the admission. “Merlin help me, I do.”
The sound of someone sitting in the chair next to him only caused Lucius to roll his head and peek open one eye. “Oh, it’sss you,” he told Snape dismissively before closing his eye again.
Snape let out a huff before he began speaking. “Yes, it’s me. I take it the sprog is Draco’s?”
“Exssellent deducshion, my fwend.” Lucius realized at that moment he was slurring his words.
“Oh, for fucks sake,” Snape snarled before reaching into his breast pocket. “Drink this.” He handed a vial out to Lucius, who drank it without even asking what it was. Severus turned to Narcissa’s portrait.
“Privacy if you please, Cissy.” The beautiful witch nodded her head and edged out of the portrait, leaving the room entirely.
“It was total shite of you to give me a sober-up, Snape,” Lucius snapped, pitching the glass vial into the fireplace a few seconds later. “I quite wanted to be drunk, you know.”
Snape snorted a laugh before a serious look took over his features. “I am still commanded to teach her wandless magic Lucius,” he said. “And you are still Draco’s father. Give him a full-time job at ME – keep him gone as much as you can. Between your demands and the demands of the Dark Lord, we can keep him away from her.”
Lucius was contemplative for a moment before agreeing. “Have you spoken to your contacts with the Order and resistance? Will they allow me to assist them?”
“They want proof that you’re on their side.”
“How the hell can I give them that?”
“You just did.”
Lucius turned a confused glance on his friend. “What do you mean?”
Snape gave him a small smile. “I have a memory of a very drunk Lucius Malfoy screaming at his dead wife’s portrait that his son is a monster and that he’s in love with a Mudblood girl who is pregnant with his grandson. I’m pretty sure it will convince the powers that be.”
“You’re a fucking arsehole, Snape.” Lucius closed his eyes again and rested his head back against the chair.
“I’m aware.”
Lucius snorted. “Something else that I find disconcerting?”
“What’s that?”
“I was told I am engaged to wed Sybill Trelawney tonight – I’m not even sure I know who that is, although her name does sound familiar.”
Snape sucked in a breath of air at the admission and Lucius turned in just enough time to see the man throw back his head and burst into laughter
Lucius entered the dining room a little later the next morning than he’d intended to. Even so, he was surprised to find Draco and Hermione already there. Hermione was sitting ramrod straight, her eyes focused above Draco’s head, and there was a glass of water in front of her. His son was lounging in his chair with the Daily Prophet spread open in front of him and a cup of steaming tea in one hand.
“Good morning,” Lucius said briskly as he took his seat at the head of the table.
Simultaneously, both young adults said their greetings. The moment he was seated, silver topped plates appeared in front of them, along with his own tea. Lucius frowned momentarily. He was well aware that Hermione loved tea, and he wondered where hers was.
It was only when the covers were removed that Lucius understood what was going on. Both he and Draco had full English breakfasts in front of them. Hermione, on the other hand, was presented with a bowl of porridge and a sliced apple on a small platter next to it. There wasn’t even any cream or sugar present for her make the hot cereal more palatable.
He had to bite the insides of his lips when she let out a small sigh before picking up her spoon and starting to eat methodically. He turned his attention to Draco. “You do realize that she’s feeding your son as well as herself, correct Draco?” he asked in a bored tone. “Limiting her food intake might not be very wise.”
“I’ll not be limiting her food intake.” Draco didn’t even put his paper down. “She can eat as much as she wants of what she is given. I have a balanced meal plan structured for her with the kitchen elves. She will just not be afforded the same luxuries as those of a higher station, however. There will be no unnecessary fillers for her. No sweets, less expensive meats, etcetera.”
“I see.” Lucius was unsure of what else to say in response to that proclamation. He realized Draco could be much worse in this regard and decided he’d need to pick and choose his battles. He could always have Tinny sneak the girl some treats here and there.
“Do you have plans today, Draco?” It was a Friday. Lucius was unsure what Draco’s schedule was like most days but starting Monday morning he would be taking the lad with him to work Monday through Friday from nine to five. Snape was planning Tuesday and Thursday training sessions for two hours in the evenings, and Saturday afternoon sessions for four hours. That kept the girl out of his sadistic son’s hands for almost fifty hours a week. He had instructed Healer Jacobs to tell Draco that he must let the girl sleep eight hours a night for the health of the child, which would hopefully reduce her torment by another fifty hours a week. It was the absolute best he could do.
“I do. Blaise, Theo, and I are going to the Club and then I have to stop by Pansy’s to let her know she’ll have to wait until this one here – ” he motioned towards Hermione “– is done popping out kids before I can marry her.”
“If Pansy will even wait for you,” Lucius murmured quietly.
“She’ll wait. All that girl wants is the Malfoy name and fortune,” Draco dismissed his father’s concern. “She knows I’m doing my Lord’s bidding.”
“If you think so,” Lucius answered. They ate for a few moments before Lucius brought up his plan. “Draco, now that you will be married and have a child on the way, it’s time for you to take up a job with Malfoy Enterprises. I have owled Bernadette, she will be making arrangements for you to start shadowing my assistant directors. You’ll spend one month with each – there are six of them. At that time, you will take over the assistant Vice-President position that was vacated by Silvester Selwyn two years ago. In five years, you’ll start shadowing me, so I can retire when you are thirty-five.”
By the end of Lucius’ declaration, Draco was glaring at him. “You didn’t start with ME until you were twenty-five,” his son said, obviously trying to control his anger. “You only relieved grandfather of the presidency because he died so young.”
“Your point?” Lucius made sure his voice was bored. He didn’t even spare Hermione a glance, though he was certain he would find her eyes on him.
“What are you playing at, father?” Draco threw his paper down as he stood furiously.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Draco,” Lucius answered calmly. “You are the one who so desperately wanted to impregnate the Mudblood so you could claim her. You have gotten a child on her, and you will be marrying her. It is of my opinion that you chose this path. With a wife and child comes adulthood and responsibilities. Part of those responsibilities includes a job. Your job is Monday through Friday from nine to five at Malfoy Enterprises. You start Monday, or I will disinherit you. You forget, son. I will be taking a wife as well – I can have more heirs.”
Lucius returned his attention back to his breakfast. Inside he was silently rejoicing. He knew Draco would never, ever do anything to jeopardize his inheritance, and his trust from the Black family was inactive until he was twenty-five. Unless he was disinherited, in which case even the money from his mother’s family would be forfeit.
It didn’t surprise him when he heard quickly moving feet followed by a door slamming. The moment Draco was gone, Lucius scanned the portraits. His father was watching him with a curious expression. “Miss Granger, when you are through with your porridge, I will Apparate you to the barn. Apparently, I have upset Draco so much that he did not think to assign you any tasks today. You’ll clean out all the stalls and brush and feed all the horses.”

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Tinny!” The elf popped up immediately. “Miss Granger tell Tinny what you like in your oatmeal. I wouldn’t feed that slop to the pigs, I’m certainly not going to make the chit carrying my grandson eat it without seasoning it to her liking.”
“Berries and cream please, Tinny,” Hermione answered kindly.
They finished their breakfast in silence. Once the table was clean and Hermione had finished a hot cup of mint tea, Lucius stood and held out his arm to her. She stood as well and looked up at him before taking his arm. For the first time that morning, he got a good look at her face only to realize she had the imprint of a hand across her left cheek. He grit his teeth and Apparated them out without saying anything.
The minute they popped into existence in the barn, he gathered her close by literally lifting her off her feet and burying his face in her neck while apologizing over and over. “My darling, I am sorry. I am so very, very sorry,” he whispered as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He continued to express his regrets as he carried her to the nearest stack of hay bales and sat with her in his lap. After a long moment, she carefully pulled away from him.
“This is not your fault, Lucius,” she said gently, smoothing a bit of hair off his forehead before lifting her chin to press a kiss to his jaw. “Thank you for being so quick thinking and figuring out a way to keep Draco gone during the week. You have no idea how much that will help.”
“I will do more,” he promised. One hand came up to trace the swelling on her face. “What happened here?”
“I took too long in the loo,” she brushed off his hand and ducked her head, but he stopped her with gentle fingers to her chin.
“I’m sorry, Hermione.”
“I know,” she whispered and settled herself against his chest. He held her while rocking his body gently from side to side.
“Hermione?” he murmured a time later.
“Hmm?” She sounded sleepy.
“I do love you, you know that right?” She stiffened in his arms before carefully pushing away so she could see him. He couldn’t help but brush a gentle kiss to her lips before resting his forehead against hers. “The confirmation that this child is not mine does not change anything for me, either. Do you understand?”
Her face crumpled when she read the sincerity in his expression and she nodded before kissing him again, more deeply.
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