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His Alone	By : Sevy14 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I open my eyes and am startled to see that Lucius is sitting in the chair beside my bed. I am unsure how long he has been there but it must have been awhile since he has dosed off. I take this time which may never come again to truly study him. He has one hand curled into a fist and his head was resting against it. His face calm, I wondered if he ever dreamed, but I quickly threw out that idea, I'm sure he doesn't, how could he? There were no lines of distress or tension on his face, just aristocratic arches and dips where the nose and eyes meet a soft rise where the lips get plumper and then it fades down, his cheeks prominent and his hair pulled back, perfect, immaculate as ever. He looks like an angel. How long I lay there looking at him I don't know, but his voice startles me and he opens his eyes.

"Good morning Hermione."

His greeting was a sign to me that this morning would be anything but good. He doesn't call me Hermione unless he's upset with me. "Good morning Lu-"

"Sir. It's sir to you."

"Y-yes sir." I wonder what I had done to deserve his anger. Only to realize that I don't have to deserve or do anything to receive it, it only matters on his mood.

"You have been very bad. I was informed that in your wanderings last night you ventured into the south wing. What have I told you of the south wing?"

"I-I didn't go to the south wing sir. I swear. You said it was off limits-I learned my lesson last time." Yeah because last time I got locked in here for god knows how long. "I swear sir, I didn't. I went straight to the library and read, I didn't go anywhere near the south wing. I swear it." I'm sure I sounded desperate, but I really didn't want to be locked away again.

"I was going to give you back your scrolls and parchment today, but now I am not sure if you should get them back. Whom do I believe? You… or my source?"

I don't know if he's asking me or if it's a rhetorical question. I stay quiet because I am unsure. Only blinking up from him in my bed, I know he can tell I'm frightened because I'm shaking, it's probably all the adrenaline that's going through my body. I'm trying to figure out who would've said anything to him, who else is here? I didn't know besides Sonia, how could I? I've been locked up and suddenly I'm angry. I'm sure he can tell because he just raises an eyebrow as he looks back at me, his hand now upon his chin, one finger resting on his cheek ever so elegantly. My tongue getting the better of my brain starts to move, "How could I know who you should believe sir? The only other person that I know that is here beside you and I is Sonia. Remember, I've been locked up until very recently. I've followed your rules and been put in permanent lockdown because of-of Dory which by the way was completely false. Nothing happened either time and especially the second time when I didn't even do anything. I think that you just like getting mad at me and frankly it's getting annoying and it's somewhat childish. If someone saw me, then maybe someone else was in the BLOODY LIBRARY!" I stop, trying to catch my breath and I realized that I had just screamed at him and it felt good. Very, very good. But only because I'd been so resentful about that last time. I'm surprised that he allowed me to continue my rant and I've deflated, my anger subsided and I'm scared and somewhat sorry for what I said, although I cannot fathom why. I think that I must have Stokholm syndrome or something because who else would feel sorry for defending themselves against a captor? "I-I'm sorry I yelled you sir. I suppose that-that I was just frustrated by your accusations. They're untrue, I swear it. I was no where near the south wing, only the library. Promise." He just looks at me and then gets up and walks towards the window. I don't know what he's thinking, I wish I was a mind reader so I could know what is coming.

"I am holding a party for some business associates this Friday. I expect you to be on your best behavior, am I understood?"

I nod in agreement.

"I have taken the liberty for purchasing a dress for you as well as some new jewelry- I like to spoil you don't I Hermione?"

He's using my name, not a good thing. But he's expecting an answer this time, "Yes sir." My answer is bitter on my tongue and I'm resentful of it.

"Now, about this wandering issue. Perhaps it isn't you that is the wanderer then is it?"

I just look at him, I don't know what to say because I have no idea who his source is. He turns to look at me for a minute and then stares back out the window.

"Why is it that Dory dislikes you so?"

Dory! I hate her. "I do not know sir." Perhaps you should ask the stupid bint. She's always trying to get me in trouble. "Is-is she the one that said I was in the south wing?" Is that where he keeps all of his other girls when he's broken them?

"You do not know why or you won't tell? I find it odd that she has such an intense dislike for you, have you done something to make her feel this way?"

An indignant "No." rises up out of my throat before I can stop it and he turns to look at me completely, his face a cool mask of indifference.

"Get up."

I do.

"Put your robe on and follow me."

I don the robe and walk around the bed, waiting for him to move.

"Slippers too."

Retracing my steps around the large bed I slip the slippers onto my feet and then follow him out the door. Through the long hallway we walked, there wasn't a sound from any portrait as we walked past which made me anxious. Usually they were talking, laughing amongst themselves only to stop once we walked by and then start again once we are past the frame but this time nothing. I start to glance at them and notice that there isn't anyone in the portraits, my anxious grows into worry and I begin to knead my hands. Looking at Lucius his back is stiff and I can tell that he must have been up for awhile, especially if he fell asleep while watching me. Which made me wonder if he watched me often and how come I never knew or noticed, this only causes me more concern. We slow and he stops in the middle of the hallway, the foyer grand and mighty-I feel weak and suddenly I would rather be in my room than out here.

"Sit in that chair and don't move."

I sit and he looks at me for a moment before he turns towards the south wing. I can hear his shoes making small clicking noises upon the marble until the sound dies and there is nothing, he is too far away. Minutes pass and I begin to fidget. I'm cold just in my bathrobe and slippers and I feel exposed, but I suppose that's just how Lucius wants me to be-uncomfortable. There is a chair right across from me and I can only hope that it isn't Dory that is supposed to sit there, but my prayers seem to go unanswered as she and Lucius come into view down the hallway. I frown in obvious dislike. She is dressed up and dolled up in jewelry and make up, I feel ugly and disgusting in my sleeping attire, I don't care how expensive it must have been. He sits her down next to me, I'm sure he notices my apparent discomfort and obvious disapproval of her as well as her reaction to me. She has the nerve to huff and turn her head away, her action making it impossible for her to see Lucius raise an eyebrow and his jaw get a tick. One point to me I think. I've learned early on to always try and have my eyes upon him-except when he disapproves of it.

"Dory, it is apparent that you have a dislike for Hermione, why?"

She just looks at him. The stupid girl, doesn't she know that he expects an answer when he speaks.

"I said-"

"I heard you. I refuse to speak about such a disgrace."

I've gasped at her blatant disrespect, even I don't do that and Lucius has made it apparent that no matter the infraction, it'll just be a lock up-nothing more. It is obvious that she feels superior to whatever rules I have to follow and I'm sure she is supposed to follow them to. I see his face tense up and then relax. He's trying to keep his cool. I just look at him, unsure if he wishes for me to say something back to her but when he looks at me I just shrug, I have nothing to say in reply, there wasn't anything to go off of.

"You see! She can't even reply on her own. She's a disgrace. Worthless."

Bothered by her words, I merely look at Lucius because he is the one with all the power here. Not me. Not her. Him.

"Hermione, what is your response."

For a second I look at him and then I speak, "I think, that her opinion on me does not matter. Because she is unimportant to me. What is important is what you think because you control my fate-my livelihood, not me, and certainly not her." The last word being the only one that put any sort of emotion into I only look at him because it is as I said, he is the only one who does matter-I know that. This is a game to him, I know this and I will win. Dory will not beat me.

"My opinion matters! You are just to ignorant to see that it does."

In truth, it is her that is ignorant and I move to reply but then stop, he has not given me permission. I will not speak unless spoken to, I must remember the rules of his game.

"You may speak."

"It is not I who is ignorant but you. For as long as you believe you even have an opinion while you where his crest around your neck then you are the ignorant one." I look at her as I address her, and I can see the vein in her neck pulsing and her face becoming red and splotchy. But I keep my calm and my face impassive, Lucius is a good teacher. Let nobody see your emotions, I must remember not to let myself out because if I did, I'd rip her a new one I despise her so.

"Why I never? If you think that you can just-"

"SILENCE!"

He yells and it shocks her, the loudness in his voice startles me as well but I hope that it didn't show. I look at him and she looks up at him as well but recovers and then changes her tune.

"But Lucius, you said that I was your favorite and that she was just a distraction-a pretty, sweet, innocent distraction and that I was your favorite girl. That she is nothing and that I am everything."

I smile at her words, it is a small smile and I do not try to hide it, Lucius only quirks his eyebrow at me but nothing more. She is continuing on though.

"You said that it was time to move on from her, that her time has come and gone and that I would be your favorite, the one that you would visit the most. The one that you would take out on adventures and that we would go places. You said that you would allow me freedom and-"

"I may have said those things but that does not mean they were true. You are nothing to me Dory. I use you anyway I see fit. Just as I use her anyway I see fit. It is true, she is a distraction but she is my distraction and I intend to keep her my innocent, sweet, pretty distraction, while you are only a passing fancy-one that I am growing greatly tired of. You think that you matter, that you have a voice-you don't. I am the one with the power and you-you must do as I say. The crest upon your neck shows that you are my slave, my property, you are mine alone. It is obvious to me now that you dislike my Poppet because she has more privileges than you do. have you been telling me lies about her hoping to have her removed so that you may take her place?"

His rant is terrifying yet comforting all at the same time and I find myself somewhat confused by the emotions in my body. She is looking at him in shock and disbelief and then she looks at me and back up at him. Finally she answers,

"I-I no."

He raises an eyebrow at her and briefly I wonder if that's where Snape learned to use his eyebrows from seeing Lucius do it. Each time it evokes a certain question or thought-one that is blatantly obvious. Looking from me to him and back to me again she only gapes her mouth moving up and down up and down like a fish out of water. It were comical if it weren't all to true. She was a fish, way out of water-nobody messed with Lucius Malfoy and can only imagine what her punishment will be for lying to him about me.

"I-I only wanted…"

"You admit to deceiving me then?"

She only gapes. "Yes." Barely a whisper.

His face contorts and she shrinks back in fear. Involuntarily I feel myself do so as well, I know that face, I saw it many times during my breaking but then his face shifts back into indifference and she offers him a weak smile, I know she thinks that maybe he's going to forgive her-allow her this one mistake. But I know better. My hands are gripping my chair and I can feel my crossed calves flexed to their max in anticipation as to what's to happen. Part of me is happy, the other part identifies with Dory, she only wanted more attention-she just wanted more. Suddenly he snaps up, standing at his tallest he strides over to the door and opens it, motioning for someone to come through. My mouth drops in shock as Draco steps through, I hadn't thought he'd survived the war, but it's apparent he did. I'm curious as to how but that thought is rushed from my mind at why he was here, had he been living here the entire time? I could feel a small smile find it's way to my lips. It'd been such a long time since I saw a familiar face, even if it was him. Lucius sees me and looks at me and I look down, but his eyes are still upon me. I look up again, my face schooled to show indifference only he is a foot in front of me and looking down at me, his eyes narrowed.

"Why were you smiling?"

For a second I thought it would be better to not answer him and shrug, but he would be very displeased and it appears that at the moment he is okay with me. "It has been awhile since I've seen a face from my past-it-it was just nice to know a classmate survived. That is all." I hoped what I said was believed, I know that he is prone to jealous rages and I really didn't want to be locked up over a misunderstanding.

"That is all?"

"Yes sir. That is all." I hope he sees how sincere I am.

"You did not greet him Poppet. That was rude."

"I-I apologize. I did not know I was allowed to. I shall do so next time."

"If it is Draco, then you may greet him."

The look on his face says that it is if I see him again and then he turns to look at his son and then back at me. I pick up on his cue, "Good morning Draco." As soon as his name leaves my mouth I take in air, I wasn't sure if I should've said that or Mr. Malfoy, but when I look up at Lucius he only nods.

"Granger. I must admit, it is nice to see a familiar face."

I look at him shocked, but do not say anything. Has he been in lock down just as I have? Is that why the north wing has been shut off completely, it wasn't even possible to see down the long hall way of the wing, the door had been closed and locked for as long as I could remember.

"Draco, this is Dory. Dory has taken it upon herself to deceive me and inform me on more than one occasion about Poppet's whereabouts in the manor as well as having friends."

The last word of his sentence he looks down at me his face in disgust and I know that it is of my past incident with that boy, the one from long ago that he is speaking of and not that of Dory's lies. I can only look down, hoping he sees how sorry I am for making him mad.

"That is not good, father does not like being deceived Dory."

I can tell Draco is choosing his words carefully, he to is afraid of his father but at least he's his only son and has that protection, neither Dory nor I have that safeguard.

"Son, why don't you tell Dory a story about deception and what happens to those that deceive me. In any way."

"Yes sir."

Dory looks as though she is about to throw up. But I am somewhat proud of her, she is holding her head up, even though she's shaking with fear and just looks at Draco. He continues on, while Lucius moves to stand behind my chair.

"I was not the first born son to my father."

At this statement I look up at him, I hadn't known that, but then again, I didn't know much about the Malfoy's aside from the general knowledge when I was in school. Draco looked at me, but turned his attention to Dory who was looking at him with such attention that it shocked even me.

"I had an elder brother. His name was Lucien. When I was five years old, Lucien would have been nine, father was having a business party and we were to stay up on the upper levels of the manor. At the time I wanted to be just like Lucien, he was my elder brother, I thought the world of him. Lucien convinced me that we should go downstairs, he said it was to check on mum. You see Dory, I'm somewhat of a "mama's boy" as it is called. So I agree with him, since it was for mother's well being. I knew that my father wanted us to remain upstairs but Lucien had said mother was not well earlier and that she would appreciate having us check up on her, we might even get some extra cookies. This let me to push aside fathers words. We had been downstairs for probably ten minutes. We had to look for mother without being seen which is very hard especially when you're five and are curious about everything and everyone-like I was. At the time, father had a long line of knights that stood in the foyer to the manor, I thought that there were thousands, turns out, only twenty. My brother, with all of his might, pushed the last knight and it fell, a domino affect occurring with each one, he turning and fleeing to his room upstairs and leaving me to my fate. Turns out, the last knight to fall, landed on fathers most important client, knocking him out cold and making him bleed. Needless to say the dinner party was over. Fathers client was an elderly wizard from an old family in Germany I think it was and he died from the impact. So I stood there, at the beginning of the knights and my father stood there at the end staring at me. I knew that it wasn't right to run since I didn't do anything so I walked to my father, and waited. When father didn't say anything I said that Lucien had done it and that we were only down there to check on mother because she wasn't feeling well earlier. It was then that father informed me that mother was visiting her parents and wasn't even in the manor. He told me to stand just where I was and he saw the guests out apologizing profusely. Once gone he ordered the elves to clean up the mess and then picked me up and carried me to my room, shutting me in and locking me in. The only thing I could hear from my brothers room was him say that it was me and then he told the same story I did. And then the sound of my father shutting Lucien's door and walk down the hallway."

And then Draco stopped. I wasn't sure if it was strategic or not but he did and he just looked at Dory, then to me, then to Lucius. After about a minute of silence Dory said,

"Well? What happened to Lucien, did he get in trouble? You can't just stop there. What. Happened?"

"That's just it Dory. He lied to my father, deceived him."

"And?"

"And there is only one Malfoy heir instead of two."

Silence filled the room as his words sank in blanketing us. I shivered slightly and I know that Lucius was aware. Moving from his place behind my chair his hand brushes along my shoulder.

"Draco, take Dory back to her room and then do what I asked you."

"Yes father."

Dory appeared to be near tears, I'm sure she understood quite well what sort of man Lucius was from that story. Whether or not it was true, it was affective, I'll give Draco that. Picking her up they walk away into the darkness of the south wing and again it is me sitting in the chair in the foyer. Lucius looks at me from his vantage point and then turns and walks away. Unsure of what to do I stay, he has not told me to move and I do not want to get in trouble. After a few minutes I start to get anxious, I am cold, hungry, and I have to use the restroom when the quiet sound of footsteps reaches my ears and I am relieved that Lucius is returning. But it is not him, it's Draco. He stops, locking the door to the south wing with a key from his pocket and then looks at me. For a few seconds we stare at each other.

"Come on Granger. Father told me to take you back to your room."

I look at him, wary of being told what to do by anyone else but him. Deciding that I'd rather wait and see if it was a test and Lucius wanted to know if I would go with anyone else I shake my head no and stare at him.

"Come on Grange, I don't have all day. This is father's order."

I just look at him and hold onto the chair more, my knuckles turning white. With a sigh he sits down in the chair once occupied by Dory and looks back.

"Granger. Move!"

In his most forceful voice I'm sure. "Your father didn't tell me to listen to anyone else but him and I am not getting in trouble because of anyone else telling me to do something." He just sighs and stares at me. I wonder why he just doesn't use his wand, I would have but then a thought occurs that maybe he doesn't have one anymore, maybe it got taken away like mine did.

"Granger-"

"No!" My tone resolute he just looks at me and I look at him. Suddenly I hear footsteps and I look up. Draco stands and bows his head at the person behind me.

"Poppet. Do as Draco asks, from now on you may listen to him if he speaks to you. Understood?"

"Yes sir." I nod and stand, looking at Draco and shrugging as if to say I told you I wasn't moving unless he said I could. Looking back at me he only rolls his eyes and beings to walk.

"Father."

"Draco. Poppet."

Was the only response he got.

"Oh and Poppet?"

I turn and face him. "Yes sir?"

"Who do you belong to?"

I return his gaze calmly, this is nothing new. "You sir."

"Good. I just wanted you to remember that."

He says it all with a small smile on his face and I only nod and then turn and begin walking again once he's left the foyer.

"Granger, why did he want you to remember, surely you two have gone over that a million times."

I just look at his back and sigh. "He only wants me to voice out loud that I am his alone."

"I see."

Was the only response I get, while the words that Lucius said to me course through my brain and my head eats away at my answer. Who do I belong to? You of course. I'm yours, forever. And Draco, he doesn't know anything about Lucius and I, he just doesn't know. That is Lucius' way of telling me that I am his and that he cares. But that he only cares because I am his alone.
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