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The End Is The Beginning Is The End	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 52603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A burning hatred, unlike anything he had ever experienced, burned through Draco's blood. He yanked the mudblood slut from Veatris--from his lover's arms-- and quickly hissed an incantation, immobilizing Veatris, who was forced to kneel and watch the younger Malfoy's rage unleash itself.
He dug his fingers into her throat, and Hermione yanked at them, not simply for freedom but because he was strangling her. She could get no air. This was a struggle to survive.
Her fingernails clawed at his hands, tearing into his skin.
'Having a bit of fun are we, dearest?' He stared at Veatris, whose face was unreadable, but he was certain the other man's eyes were glittering.
'Tell me, did her filthy cunt feel good? Or are you doing this because you truly wish to die?'
Draco flung Hermione away, and she coughed and gasped for air, weezing like an old woman.
'This is my father's favorite pet, Veatris, or did you forget that? You know that we Malfoy's are very possessive of our toys, and we don't like to share.'
And to prove his point he pointed his wand at Hermione, enjoying her weak cry of pain as he caused cuts to cris-cross across her body, even her face.
The smell of blood was in the air, and Veatris looked far from perturbed. He looked...smug. Which only served to ignite Draco's fury even more.
'Leave the girl alone, Draco. As you said...she is your father's favorite. I doubt he would be pleased to find her cut to ribbons.'
Draco narrowed his eyes, but he could not refute that. However. He could still hurt her. Wounds could heal. And hurt her he would.
So he slapped her. Hard. Then he flung her across the room. She tried to get to her knees but he kicked her, so that she was on her side, and laughed to see her curl into a ball. He kicked her arm free and looked at Veatris, who watched him from beneath long lashes, 'Let's see how loudly she will scream.'
'I wouldn't--'
He slammed his foot down. Even over her screaming, the sound of bone breaking could be heard.
'Let's shut her up then,' And he waved his wand and rendered her unconscious. He wanted to do more but did not trust himself not to kill her. And Veatris was right. His father still wanted her.
He checked her the way one might inspect a bug. And shrugged.
'Still alive. So reslient, these mudbloods.' He gave her a kick for good measure, even though she wouldn't feel it, and turned to Veatris,' Now tell me, before I seperate your head from your neck, why YOU ARE FUCKING THAT WHORE?!!!"
Able to move, Veatris merely shrugged his shoulders prettily, as if his betrayal were of no consequence, 'I didn't think you were so fond of me. Tell me, did it break your weak, pathetic heart to see me with her?'
Draco's lips became thin. In two strides he was in front of him, and he backhanded him. The force should have sent him sprawling backwards, but it barely registed on him.
He saw he split his lip, and Veatris rubbed his jaw, 'You should leave, Draco, before I lose my patience. Already I am devising your punishment for touching what is mine, but if you continue, you will wish you were never born.'
Draco snorted, 'And what is a lowly doctor like you going to do?'
Veatris licked the blood off the back of his hand as he rose, and cocked his head to the side. With nothing but a sheet half concealing his nudity, he held up his hand slightly, and waited for it to happen.
His appearance melted away, his red hair became long silver hair, and icy eyes bore into Draco's, who suddenly became paralyzed with fear.
Father? But...
He glanced at Hermione, and then back at him, dumbfounded. What kind of fucked up game was this?
He shook his head, and felt a cold fear seize him. Where was Veatris? He licked his lips, and turned his eyes to is father.
'I...I didn't know.'
Lucius glanced sideways at Hermione, who still was unconscious, and then back at his son, 'You should leave. Immediately.'
'W-where's Veatris?'
Something like dread seized Draco, and he felt ill as a truly dazzling smile lit his father's face up. 'Which piece?'
He felt dizzy. Stumbling out of the room, he fled, casting up his breakfast in the hall.
When he was finished, and his mind was clear, he stared stupidly into space, and realized, only much later, that he was crying.
While this happened, Lucius calmly glided towards Hermione's body and gently lifted her up. His appearance changed back. He gently traced the beginning signs of a bruise and sighed.
Tell me you love me, she had whispered into his ear.
Lucius immediately rose and turn away, and stared hard at the wall.
Tell me you love me..,
Would she still be begging such things when she learned the truth?
He clenched his fists, so hard that his nails nearly tore through the skin.
No, she would be looking at him with hate. And fear. These were things Lucius Malfoy enjoyed.
But...
But he was Veatris. And Veatris could whisper sweet words in response.
So he would enjoy this dream, however fleeting, until all was revealed.
And Lucius Malfoy kept telling himself that it was okay.
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