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What If.....?	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 4465 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Duel.
In her drowsy sleep Hermione heard gusts of wind screeching by her ears. Thinking it was a dream, she peacefully closed her eyes and remained asleep. But as soon as her eyelids fell close, she jolted awake. Morning rays sprinkled across the sky giving her a view of clouds zooming by; emerald fields and valleys passed underneath and something like raw horror was born inside of her.
She was frozen and began to tremble. Hermione was deathly afraid of heights yet she soared miles above the ground. Numb, she turned her head slowly, trying to make sense of her situation. It seemed she was being gripped tightly, an arm wrapped firmly around her and against her back she felt the solid form of someone taller and bigger than herself. Few people were ever do something so outrageous; only someone with no fear for consequences would dare do something like this, and she only knew one person like that.
She tried to recall last night and thought it strange that Lucius hadn’t sent her home; surely even he would struggle with explaining this latest series of events, or was their government so corrupt that he could simply do as he wished? Blinking several times because the wind made it difficult to keep them open, she wondered if maybe she was actually dreaming and none of this was real? Yes, perhaps her spell caused her to hit her head because Lucius wouldn’t actually do this, but then immediately thought he might be that bold, so she amended, surely Lucius wouldn’t want to spend his day like this?
They began to slow as they neared a mountain summit. She wondered what sort of meeting took place a top a mountain in the middle of nowhere, and why she was so unlucky to be dragged along.
Only something like a duel would call for such a unique location, since it provided privacy and plenty of room to fight.
Hermione thought about this again, and realized that this actually made perfect sense. Someone like Lucius wouldn’t want any witnesses if he were to engage in something like a duel, especially not since his last duel with Charles Martel.
Of course, the feud between Martel and Lucius was once a popular topic. Apparently it started because of a woman.
When Lucius first separated from his wife many pureblood families thought to align themselves with him—one family in particular was quite powerful and from France.
Louis Fournier was wealthy but lacked the prestige and power that the Malfoys possessed. He schemed to marry his sister to Lucius because he, like many, believed a divorce would soon follow after the news of the separation became public. Unfortunately, he did not know that his best friend, Charles Martel, was in love with his sister Madeline. Madeline was a stunning beauty, but she was also something of a romantic. She wanted to be swept off her feet with poetry and sorrowful music, delivered by a refined gentleman. Unfortunately for Charles Martel, despite being from one of the most romantic places on the planet—Paris—he was in fact a complete brute. Madeline did not care for him at all and often spoke highly of Lucius in front of him.
This infuriated Martel who was already dealing with the humiliation of losing to Lucius once. To say he was jealous was true, but to say he hated him might be more accurate. He chose to vent this frustration, Hermione reasoned, by challenging him. With his most recent investigation over, Lucius had no reason to refuse.
At the time of their first duel Hermione had just ‘awakened’ from her ‘illness’. She heard rumors that Lucius was going to divorce Narcissa, and this gave her a surge of hope that maybe she might be able to make things work. At that time, she was extremely happy that Charles Martel interrupted a blooming romance with Madeline Fournier. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she might actually him on the battlefield.
She remembered that a few years ago, as if it happened yesterday, meeting Madeline Fournier. She was truly stunning, with long golden hair and big blue eyes; she reminded her of a fairy tale princess. Hermione tried to get close to her because it meant getting close to Lucius. Hermione was desperate at that time, and her emotions a tangled knot. She didn’t know what to expect.
Hermione was so inexperienced she believed that her determination would be rewarded. This was something she would only understand after the pain of her failure years later. In essence her actions caused her to suffer.
In reality, it wasn’t clear how true the rumors were. Narcissa was not revealing anything and kept a low profile. Later on Hermioine would use Lucius’s relationships with Narcissa and Madeline to untangle the knot in her chest—after learning what Madeline was like, Hermione made the decision to stop liking Lucius because there was no way she could ever be like Madeline if he truly loved her, and she certainly could not be like Narcissa if that was what he loved.
At that time, Lucius indeed discussed marrying Madeline. Compared to Narcissa, Hermione had to admit that Madeline was an exceptional woman; beautiful talented, but apparently kind and gentle—she recalled many times that she treated the disguised Hermione with kindness and respect. Madeline had all the attributes of a leading lady while Hermione was not even the type to make the credits. Naturally she gave up. Only later did she learned that they never married, which confirmed her current belief that he must love Narcissa.
Once they landed atop the mountain summit, Hermione cheered up considerably. She may still be wandless but her feet were now on the ground. It was odd to her that they should duel this far away but then she did not know perhaps this was normal; she couldn’t remember that night in the department of mysteries.
She could now get a good look at Charles Martel, and was immediately rendered shocked. This man was said to be unscrupulous and perhaps a good rival to Lucius. He had been good enough to trick him in the past, but not once did the rumors circulating about him mention his appearance. In her mind, the images Martel conjured up were of muscled men, with looks on par with Crabbe or Goyle.
The man in front of her was a handsome youth—in fact he had a face so lovely it seemed almost like it belonged on a woman. He pointed his wand at Lucius with murderous intent and shouted, ‘Damn you Ice Face, your big brother has been waiting for half a day. I hate being made to wait. Come on, I’ve got places to be—I’m going to beat you into dust and let the world know you can’t get one over on Charles Martel!’
Dumbfounded, Hermione simply stared at him. This peculiar young man who talked like a gangster parody was Charles Martel? How come no one mentioned this in the stories? Perhaps this what they meant when they said he was a brute, but how come no mention of his looks? Maybe his looks were such common knowledge that it wasn’t worth mentioning?
Lucius released her and Charles Martel furrowed his nicely arched brows, ‘What a joke, you bring you family to our fight?’ He spat on the ground, ‘I’m going to make you regret this insult!’
Lucius patiently waited, listening to Charles pour out his rage until he grew hoarse and was finally silent. Then he politely gestured, ‘After you.’ In an indifferent voice. Hermione empathized whole heartedly with this pretty boy—he exploded ‘After your grandmother!’ The wind blew stronger and Hermione kept having to push her hair out of her eyes.
Martel raised his wand and the spells came flying. Both were skilled wizards and sparks continued to burst from their wands, lighting up the sky until it changed colors constantly. Hiding behind a mountain boulder, Hermione was quite helpless without her wand; she could only watch and hope a stray curse did not hit her. Suddenly, Lucius appeared beside her and slipped a bracelet on her wrist with the order that she ‘Stay out of the way.’ He immediately returned to fight, and Hermione was surprised to see that the bracelet looked like the one he said he had thrown away, only this one was different. It seemed to be imbued with a powerful spell that acted as a barrier. For Lucius to have such an item with him, he must have planned ahead that she might be in danger, and this made her feel that maybe he had some honor. Feeling a little better towards him, she began to worry for his safety.
Suddenly, her eyes widened. A spell seemed to hit Lucius square in the chest and the bright red color seemed to appear on his clothing. His wand glowed red and she shook her head. It’s a lie. It’s a lie. Did it really hit him? But yet after two steps it was Charles Martel who groaned in pain. The sky began to return to normal and Lucius suddenly appeared in front of Charles and with one push of his palm pushed Charles away, towards the summit’s edge. Hermione tried to move away but a strong force pulled her from her hiding spot behind the boulder and in the directed of Martel. Before she could grab onto anything, a whirlwind surrounded her.
What kind of magic is this?
Over the roar of the wind she heard Lucius shout after her, his husky voice different from his usual soft, measured tone. He sounded furious, and she heard him say it clearly, ‘Hermione!’
Wildly searching for something to grab onto, Hermione was rendered stupid for a second. Never had he called her in this way. In fact, people ever called her by her first time, largely because it was a long name, as if it were a great chore, so they either used her last name or avoided using it.
Lucius could not reach them. Even injured, Martel was clearly the origin of the cyclone. He was now caught up in it. Grabbing her shoulder, he roared, ‘Why did it turn out like this? Did Ice Face fake his injury? How can I keep living, I’ve disgraced myself again. It would be better to die—you, let’s die together!’
Hermione was shaking. She really didn’t want to die with Charles Martel. All she could do was try to soothe his anger, ‘I don’t think you’re useless, I saw him cough blood.’
‘Young lady, you should not have try to shield your lover—were you not here, maybe things would have turned out differently. Because of you I was tricked!’
He wasn’t making any sense, but she felt it best not to argue, ‘I’m sorry I came—‘
The wind pushed them off balance. They were tumbling off the mountain, into the valley below.
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So.....Charles Martel is a far cry from elegant, cold Lucius....
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