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A World Not Fit To Live In	By : snowblind12 & Lissa Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 78134 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Thirty-Two
BETA love – RaynePhoenix2
Hermione couldn’t believe it when the minute they were back in Draco’s room he had his tongue down Pansy’s throat. He completely acted as though Hermione wasn’t there, so Hermione played along. She changed into her nightgown and climbed into her cot which was on the opposite side of the room.
She could hear the sound of sloppy kisses and heavy breathing and then Pansy’s whispered question. “Draco, should we be doing this in front of her?”
Draco responded in true Dookie Delinquent Dickfuck fashion, “Pansy, she means nothing. She is less than a house elf and I can do whatever I want. You are the one I really want, and you know that I’m forced to fuck her. It’s you who I want to make love to.” Hermione wanted to gag into her pillow. Pansy was truly deserving of the manipulation the prat bestowed on her.
Hermione was surprised when Pansy’s tone became sharper and her resistance more
vehement. “Draco, make her leave or I’m leaving! We are not having sex in front of her!”

Hermione dreaded what he would do next. She was certain he would not just politely tell
her to leave the room. There would be pain and hexing involved for sure.
Draco surprised Hermione when, instead, he gave in to his girlfriend’s wishes. “Okay,
love. I’ll cast a silencing charm and draw curtains around the bed. She won’t see or hear
us.”
“I don’t know. This is all so messed up,” Pansy whinged.
Draco took his wand and waved it as he whispered an incantation Hermione couldn’t
hear. He whispered another and curtains suddenly appeared around the large four
poster bed.
“There, it’s like she isn’t even here.”
“She can’t hear us?”
“No,” he responded soothingly as he pulled her up onto the bed with him. Hermione wanted to interrupt and let them know she could still hear them, but she stopped herself. If she could still hear them then it was intentional. Draco really was an asshole.
Hermione pulled the pillow over her head when she heard Draco coax the witch into giving him head. She waited what she hoped was an appropriate amount of time before moving it, only to hear the sounds of slapping flesh on flesh and soft female pants accompanied by words such as, “Oh Drakey, yes!” Then there was a, “You fuck me so good!” Which was not to be outdone by, “You’re sooooo big!”
For his part, Draco didn’t respond and just continued pounding away into the witch. Hermione could hear him grunt his completion which was followed within seconds by his soft snores.
The next morning Hermione woke to Draco’s harsh command, “Get the fuck up, Mudblood. It’s time for you to wash me.”
The bond had her up and following him into the bathroom. Per the routine Draco had developed, Hermione undressed and started the shower, adjusting it to Draco’s preferred temperature while he emptied his bladder and brushed his teeth.
She was kneeling under the spray, the water hitting her in the face as it always did, as she started to feel the melancholy that had threatened her last night begin to take hold again.
Draco stepped into the shower and grasped her hair roughly, forcing her a couple inches closer to the wall. Without being told, she soaped up the flannel and the minute he said, “Begin,” she stood and started with his back.
Her mind wandered to the night before and how handsome Lucius had been. She had wanted nothing more than to rush over to him and jump into the warmth and security of his arms. Instead, she had been forced to endure his attempts at chivalry and interest in another witch.
Hermione could admit to feeling relieved that Sybill Trelawney was not the most beautiful of women and was rather ridiculous. She couldn’t deny that knowing Lucius didn’t want to marry the woman made the blow softer. For once in her life, she refused to feel guilty for taking joy in someone else’s misfortune. She had always rooted for the underdog and always tried to rise above jealousy and pettiness. This was one time she would allow herself to be small. She would appreciate the fact that Lucius’ betrothed was everything he did not want. He would be miserable in his marriage to the woman and Hermione refused to feel guilty for taking solace in that fact. Perhaps she would feel regret for him in the future, but not now.
“Pay attention!”
Hermione blinked her eyes in confusion. She was on her knees and was washing the tops of his feet.
“You’ve covered my feet already. Merlin, you’re worthless. Wash my balls and my arse.” He looked down maliciously as he added, “With your tongue.”
It was Sunday. Draco was off with his friends somewhere and Lucius said he had business with Snape, although he didn’t clarify what it was. Hermione had not been allowed to be alone with Lucius in days and given that Lucius and Draco exchanged very few words, Hermione knew very little about what was going on with the man she loved. Severus had said he was going to talk to Lucius, but she didn’t know if that had happened yet. Her wandless magic lessons with Snape had been monitored by either Abraxas or Ediva, which meant not only had the lessons been false and worthless, but it also meant they hadn’t been able to talk.
Her frustration led her to where it always did, the Lady’s Parlor. She looked around as the morose realization that Sybill would be the Mistress of this room before long hit home. She fell onto the sofa and kicked off her shoes before pulling one of the silk embroidered pillows to her stomach.
“What’s wrong, witch?” one of the portraits yelled out.
“Aren’t you going to play?” called another.
Hermione felt the many pairs of acrylic eyes on her as she simply shook her head no.
“What could possibly have you so depressed?” another asked with irritation.
“I agree. You are engaged to a Malfoy and are carrying an heir in that belly of yours. You are blessed and should be thrilled!”
Multiple voices expressing the same sentiments rang out at the same time.
Hermione stared up at the ceiling and bellowed, “STOP!”
She jumped up, the lines on her forehead marking her fury. “In what way am I blessed? I’ve been forced into a pregnancy I didn’t want and have to marry a sadist who takes great joy in raping, brutalizing, and terrorizing me.” Her eyes scanned the room and met the unsympathetic ones in the portraits.
“He’s young. He’ll outgrow the behavior and will become sexually bored with you in time.”
“You’re overreacting. This is about what is best for the baby! A Malfoy name and a Gringotts accounts to go with it!”
“The abuse isn’t that bad! You look perfectly fine! What’s most important is that you will be here and can play the piano and can raise your children in this magnificent Manor.”
“The abuse you receive today is an easy price for the rewards of your child’s future.”
Hermione looked defeated. “I can’t expect any of you to understand. You are portraits and clearly have no way of comprehending what I am going through. You only see me as a vessel to bring you entertainment and a child to amuse you.”
The soft voice Hermione recognized as Willow Malfoy was only a whisper, yet it stood out over the others. “I understand, Hermione. They don’t, but I do.”
Hermione walked around the sofa and leaned against it as she studied the portrait of Lucius’ mother.
“Yes, I suppose you might.”
“It is a miracle Lucius hasn’t become abusive yet,” Willow added. “I’ve been waiting for it, you see.”
Hermione shook her head. “Lucius is nothing like his father. He has a temper, yes. And he has done terrible things, but he was forced into it to survive and to protect his family. You should be proud of him.”
Willow looked at her skeptically. “I love my son, Hermione. That doesn’t change the fact that he is his father’s son. He crucio’d you, did he not?!”
Hermione was stunned by the question and felt her automatic defense of her attacker swell. “He thought I had attempted to kill his son!” Hermione’s eyes were beginning to well. “He stopped himself, though. He stopped and he listened to me and he has never harmed me since.”
Hermione glanced around to be sure Ediva hadn’t popped in and was relieved to see only benign visitors. “You know, your son loves you, Willow.” Willow didn’t say anything. “Narcissa told me how much it broke his heart when you died and how much you have continued to break his heart by ignoring him.”
Willow looked away. “It’s not because I don’t love him and it’s not because I don’t wish to speak to him. Abraxas…he…he told me if I had anything to do with Lucius or Draco or any other Malfoy, he would have my portrait burned. I don’t want to be sent into nothingness. I like it here. I like being able to watch over my son and grandson. At least, I used to enjoy watching over Draco. He was very different not so long ago, you see.”
“I don’t want to talk about that sadist, Willow.” She paused. “Lucius, on the other hand. Did it ever occur to you that perhaps if you engaged with him and talked to him and showed interest in him it might have helped him make better choices throughout his life?”
Willow’s angry response caused the other portraits to startle. “Of course it did, you silly, silly girl! I told you! My husband threatened to burn my portrait!”
“Abraxas has been dead for many years, Willow. That can’t be your only excuse!”
“Just because he is only a portrait now doesn’t mean he holds no power over me. A few choice words to Voldemort or Draco would see me burned in no time.”
Hermione shook her head in dismay. “Lucius would protect you. I’m sorry, Willow. I like you and appreciate your piano instruction. I feel terrible for the abuse you endured, but I think you are selfish to have neglected your son. And I think you are weak to allow your husband to force you. You are only like this because you allow Abraxas that power over you. I think you need to fight back.”
Hermione tossed the pillow onto the sofa and slipped on her shoes. “I’m going to the library.”
Lucius arrived home from Hogwarts very late and well past dinner. Soon it would all be over. One way or another, win or lose, this false life would end. As he stared about his lonely suite and found himself mourning for the company of the girl he loved, he was stunned to see his mother occupying the portrait frame Narcissa frequented.
He began to take off his shoes as he mumbled, “Hello, Mother.”
The shoe in his hand fell to the floor with a loud clank when she responded, “Hello, son. I’m glad you are sitting, I have much to say to you.”
Lucius was so stunned his mother was talking that he didn’t respond for a full minute. He placed his other shoe on the floor and stood before cautiously approaching her portrait, as though he might scare her off. His voice was soft. “Mother, I have always wanted to hear what you have to say.”
“I don’t really know where to begin,” she responded regretfully.
“I do. Just tell me, Mother. Tell me the truth, because I’ve always suspected and never knew – Did Father push you down those stairs? Did he murder you?
Hermione awoke to the panicked yell of Narcissa from one of the portraits over the hearth in Draco’s suite. “Wake up, wake up! FIRE!! Fire! “
Hermione jumped out of her cot and was disappointed to see Draco up and pulling on his robe. If the Manor was on fire, nothing would make her happier than to leave him to burn inside it.
“Where is the fire?” Hermione asked.
“Downstairs! In Lucius’ study.” Narcissa’s crazed voice responded.
Draco sighed. “C’mon, then. I’m sure the elves will have it out in no time.”
When they arrived downstairs, it was to find a disheveled and slightly soot covered Lucius. He was panting as though out of breath. “It’s fine. A candle tipped onto the liquor sideboard where there must have been traces of spilled alcohol. I believe there was some on the wall as well as it all went up very fast. Thankfully, I was down here before it got too far out of hand.”
Hermione recalled when she had lost control of her magic with Severus and had shattered the liquor decanters. It had sprayed on the walls.
“How bad is the damage?” Draco asked through a yawn.
Lucius shook his head in despair. “Father…Abraxas. His portrait was destroyed. I couldn’t get to it in time.”
Draco shrugged. “I’m going back to bed. Come along, Mudblood. A lot of hoopla over nothing.”
Hermione couldn’t help but lock gazes with Lucius over her shoulder as the bond forced her to follow Draco. She could see in his eyes that Lucius held no more remorse over that portrait than Draco did. She also could put two and two together. Lucius had destroyed that portrait on purpose, and that meant Willow had finally spoken to her son. She would sleep easier tonight knowing that maybe she played a small part in that reunion.
“I received an owl from Godfather yesterday evening, Granger,” Draco said. Hermione was surprised to find his tone was more neutral than it had been all morning. He usually only spoke to her with utter annoyance and disdain, unless he was ordering her about or fucking her.
“Sir?” she prompted when he had been quiet too long.
“He requested that I send you to Hogwarts this morning for your wandless magic session instead of him coming this afternoon,” he sighed. “Something about some tools the Room of Requirement can provide. You’ll go by floo after breakfast.”
“Yes sir.” Hermione couldn’t help the leap of excitement in her stomach. She hadn’t been to Hogwarts since its defeat, and it would be wonderful to leave Malfoy Manor. She never went anywhere except the couple of times she had been dragged to Lestrange Villa. She glanced at Lucius. They’d had little opportunity for interactions over the last week. The only time they had spent together recently was the farce of an engagement party they had been forced to endure.
He had been kind to Sybill Trelawny even if he’d been somewhat aloof and obviously not enamored with her. In her mind, Hermione knew that Lucius loved her – she knew that he was playing a part. However, her heart had something else to say. His indifference to her while giving his fiancé polite attention had made her incredibly jealous.
She missed him almost desperately. She felt lost without the heat of his body next to her in bed and the heaviness of his arm around her as they slept. She missed talking to someone who treated her kindly and with respect. She longed for his tender kisses and heated glances. Being so close and yet so far from him was devastatingly difficult and enduring the harshness of Draco was even harder without the tenderness of Lucius.
She shook her head in attempts to steal her thoughts but trying to disassociate herself these days was becoming harder and harder. Something – anything – needed to give. She couldn’t live like this. She couldn’t live with Draco’s constant cruelness without the comfort of Lucius’ kindness.
“I will accompany Miss Granger to Hogwarts, Draco. I have business there as well.” Hermione’s heart stuttered in her chest and she forced herself to maintain her focus on her breakfast of dry toast and mixed berries even when she wanted to meet Lucius’ eyes and search his face for even a hint of affection.
“Fine.” Draco’s answer was abrupt. “Being I won’t have to deal with her this morning, I’m going to go see Blaise.” There was the sound of a heavy chair scrapping against the stone floors as Draco rose to leave. “Good day, Father.”
The silence that followed was absolute. Hermione hesitantly looked up through her eyelashes to find his eyes on her. “Your bruises are gone?” he asked.
Her lips parted with surprise that this was the first thing he commented on. “He had Tinny heal me last night. I wondered why at the time, now I think it’s because he knew I was going to Hogwarts this morning. Or maybe because he decided he didn’t like them anymore. Who knows with him?” She kept her tone flat before glancing around the room. The portraits were oddly empty.
“If you are looking for Ediva, she is mourning the loss of Abraxas in the study this morning. It’s unfortunate she wasn’t there last night as well.”
Hermione had felt a tad more at ease as she ate this morning and it now occurred to her why. Without the oppressive stares of the two spying ancestors they would be able to drop the façade at meals when Draco wasn’t around. If only Ediva’s absence could be permanent as well.
Lucius stood. Obviously, he had no intention of explaining himself further. “Come, we should go. Severus was hoping we’d arrive by eight.”
A few minutes later, she stood in the Headmaster’s office for the first time in almost two years. Lucius called out a greeting before steering her to the set of chairs before the large desk.
At that moment, however, Ginny appeared at the top of the stairs that led to the Headmaster’s private quarters. “Good morning!” She smiled at them before descending and embracing Hermione who met her at the bottom. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright.” Hermione instantly realized her friend was talking about her pregnancy. “A bit of sickness, but nothing unmanageable at this time.” She felt the heat of Lucius at her back and resisted the urge to lean back against him.
“Lucky!” Ginny smirked and Hermione realized she looked thinner and her face was pale.
“Well, I’m not the one carrying the twins of a man who tested almost as powerful as Voldemort,” Hermione quipped. This caused Ginny to snicker.
“Ginevra?” Snape’s voice came up from their quarters.
“I’m down here, sir,” Ginny called up.
“You’re supposed to be in bed,” the man said sternly as he reached them. Ginny apparently had no hesitation in her affections for Severus, because she turned and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I want to be here today. For this. Please?” She looked up at him with big eyes and Hermione had to look away at the look of tenderness Severus gave Ginny.
“I’ll agree if you sit as much as possible,” he compromised.
“Deal.”
She felt the gentle pressure of Lucius’ hand on her lower back and allowed herself to be guided back to the chairs. She was feeling a bit of trepidation. What was going on? Lucius and Snape were acting…odd. Ginny wanted to stay for what?
Snape requested the portraits to leave them, but after they were gone, there was no preamble. Snape just started talking. “Lucius came to me the night we discovered your pregnancy and informed me that he wanted to help me take down the Dark Lord.”
Hermione could not help her gasp. It was almost as if she sucked all the air out of the room with the noise. The was a tick of absolute silence as the sound stuck in her chest and her shoulders froze with surprised tension. What happened next was completely out of her control; it was pure instinct.
A shriek of elation burst out of her throat as she launched herself at her lover. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she climbed into his lap. Completely unabashed by his surprise or their company, she sealed her lips to his over and over again as she tangled her hands in his hair. “Thank you,” she whispered between heated kisses. He stilled her gently after some more frenzied exchanges by holding her hip both hands and setting his forehead against hers.
They stared at each other for a brief moment before he moved his forehead to her temple and whispered in her ear, “I love you.”
A sob broke from her chest. “I love you, too,” she murmured the words back to him before tilting her head and pressing another sweet buss to his lips.
“Are you quite finished?” Snape asked after another moment of thick silence.
Hermione felt her face flush as Ginny hissed, “Severus! Let them have their moment!”
Ginny Weasley scolding Severus Snape snapped the tension in the room like a rubber band stretched too tight. Lucius and Hermione exchanged a look before they both started laughing. He helped her crawl out of his lap and she resettled in the chair next to him but kept one hand firmly entwined with one of his.
“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to calm her laughter as she took in Ginny’s amused and Snape’s annoyed looks.
“You should be,” Snape growled before wiping a hand down his face. “Do you have control of yourself?”
“Yes,” she replied while she crossed her legs and straightened her spine. Lucius gave a small snort at her prim and proper answer and she couldn’t help but grin. Happiness – real, pure, unadulterated happiness – flooded her. There was no way she’d stop smiling any time soon.
“We spoke at length that night.” Severus started to explain everything they had discussed, leaving out no details. Then he told her something that made her heart all but stop.
“This next bit of information you will have to forgive me from keeping from you, Miss Granger. You see, first I had to make sure your Occlumency skills were utterly impenetrable. After that, I had to find out if Lucius would be willing to side with us.” Hermione couldn’t help sending another elated smile at Lucius. He didn’t return it, but his eyes were shining with his own private happiness at her approval.
“And finally, I had to vet Lucius. It didn’t take as long as I expected. I was able to obtain a memory of him the night you found out the paternity of your child. This memory gave me proof of his dedication to work for the resistance.” He paused and Hermione was certain it was for dramatic effect, she felt on the edge of her seat. “The memory allowed me to gain him entrance to the Order.”
Hermione felt her jaw drop. No. That wasn’t possible. Her teeth clicked when she closed her mouth before she swallowed hard. “What are you playing at?” she whispered, her voice thick with grief. “Everyone in the Order is dead. If they’re not dead – they’re hiding. There is no Order.”
“And that, Miss Granger, is where you are wrong. Very, very wrong.”
“If this is all true – that had to be one hell of a memory.” Hermione looked between the two men, the question was implied. Snape smirked before turning amused eyes on Lucius, the challenge in his eyes was clear. Every person in the room knew what he was thinking.
I dare you to tell her.
Hermione turned her focus on Lucius who looked uncomfortable for a moment before he pinched the bridge of his nose and told her quietly, “I may have gotten a bit…drunk…the night of the paternity test. Snape found me arguing with Narcissa’s portrait. I may have told her that I loved you and that the Draco she loved was dead.”
Hermione covered her mouth with her hand and knew her eyes were filling with tears for the umpteenth time that day. Lucius only sort of glanced at her while he spoke, then cleared his throat and looked pointedly away.
“And that was more than enough for the current head of the Order.” Snape stood with this declaration. “Come now.” He motioned for Ginny to lead the way. Trembling with her shock and feeling certain her heart was going to explode from a mix of fierce love for Lucius and excitement for what was to come, Hermione and Lucius quickly followed the other couple down the spiral staircase and into the castle. She knew where they were going before they arrived in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Her heart was pounding. Who was alive? Who wasn’t?
A moment later a door materialized in front of them. Snape turned to Hermione and gestured for her to go first. She was shocked to find herself in some sort of antechamber. There was a huge steel door in front of her with torches blazing on each side. The large, round knocker in the middle sat directly under an eye slot. She knew what to do without being directed. She reached out, picked up the knocker, and then let it fall with a resounding clang on metal on metal as the door behind them vanished.
It was only seconds before the eye slot slid open. A pair of luminous brown eyes stared at her. “Hermione?” The voice was achingly familiar, and Hermione slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Fred?” she asked before letting single sob of relieved surprise out.
“Yeah!” The eyes disappeared and she could hear Fred Weasley yell over his shoulder. “It’s HERMIONE!” An uproar of noise was cut off by the eye slot sliding shut. There was absolute silence, and Hermione turned wide eyes to Ginny, who was grinning broadly at her.
“You knew?” she whispered.
“I’ve only known for a week,” she whispered. “I had to master Occlumency, too.”
Hermione gave a jerky nod and glanced at Snape and Lucius who were talking quietly a few paces behind them. She jumped and her focus moved back to the door as it creaked metallically on its hinges when it was pulled open slowly.
Then Snape was quickly ushering them all inside and people were closing and re-securing the door. She was swept into a desperate hug from Fred before she was passed to Charlie Weasley. She was crying freely now as she clung to these familiar men, elated to find them alive.
Dedalus Diggle and Ernie MacMillan gave her huge smiles when they finished with the entrance. The small group of people made their way down a long hallway that was dotted with torches. Hermione’s eyes were roaming over their faces, wondering who was in charge while simultaneously taking in the amazingness of the Room.
“We’re still connected to the Hog’s Head – Aberforth has managed to keep his head down and maintain his business. We’re able to Apparate directly into a room that he charmed unplottable and put under the Fidelius. So, except to those who have the secret, it’s untraceable and allows us to get in and out of our new Headquarters. No one can get into the Room of Requirement. They have no idea what they’re looking for. If someone were to get in to the metal door, we would Obliviate them through the eye hole and get them back into the castle,” Fred was explaining as they walked.
“Who else is here?” she asked breathlessly just as they broke into what looked like a large gathering area. There were tables set up for eating. A few people were playing cards, another group was watching a game of Wizarding Chess. There was a small group of wizards working around a large table, behind which a massive bulletin board was set up. It was obviously tactical information. A man with sandy blonde hair and a scared face looked up.
“Hermione!” Remus Lupin let out a shout of pure joy after her name and pitched himself over the table to race towards her. Hermione broke into hysterical sobs of joy. She didn’t notice the other people at the table turn to her, her face was buried in the werewolf’s chest as he squeezed the breath out of her.
He pulled back and held her by the elbows. “You’re okay?” he asked, obviously concerned as she continued to blubber like a child.
“Yes!” she choked out. “Tonks?” she asked. Lupin’s face fell a bit as he gave a slight shake of his head. Her grief was interrupted by another familiar face.
“Hey there, Granger!” Bill Weasley broke in and pulled her into a hug as Fleur raced up behind her husband, obviously about six months pregnant.
“Bill! Fleur! Oh, my god!” She started crying all over again.
She inquired about Molly and Arthur only to have grief strike again. Kingsley was still in jail waiting to be Kissed, as were Augusta Longbottom and Elphias Doge, and few others whose names she didn’t recognize. She was told there was a rescue mission being formed. McGonagall was out on a mission with Dean Thomas, Hestia Jones, and Susan Bones. Filius Flitwick, Aurora Sinistra, and Hagrid were dead.
There were other hallways off the chamber that held rooms and bathrooms. Not only were Order members here, but people hiding as well. Andromeda Tonks’ name stood out when Remus explained she watched Teddy for him most days so he could lead the Order.
Names were whirling in her mind, but so many were captured or dead that her heart felt fragile in its elation. Then Ginny broke through the torrential chatter.
“You guys – she needs to know!” the redhead exclaimed. “Where is he?”
“I’m here.” The words cut through the crowd, silencing everyone.
Hermione stopped breathing.
She felt dizzy with disbelief.
That voice.
She knew that voice…
…but she didn’t believe it.
The crowd parted in front of her and she saw him. Her eyes locked to his and she felt her knees buckle. She barely heard Lucius swear in shock as he prevented her from collapsing to the ground.
“Harry?” she choked.
Brilliant green eyes stared back at her as a small, crooked grin split his features.
“Hi ’Mione.”
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