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Redemption	By : triz Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 11392 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer - I own nothing! I'm just borrowing from J.K. Rowling!

Warning: REALLY heavy graphic scene in this chapter.

Chapter 8

Lucius sat cross-legged on his bed, as he leaned back against the cold stone wall in his cell. With his eyes closed, and his head tilted up, he was very deep in thought. In his thoughts, as well as deep in his heart, was Hermione. Even in his dreams, she was always there. Three days had passed since she had been freed. Three days had passed since he had been without her.

There was no doubt that he loved her. In fact, he loved her like no other. He cared for Narcissa of course, but this second time around, things were different. For five years, he had always put Hermione ahead of himself, not being selfish. He wanted to give her the world—a world in which she was the one that only mattered. Unfortunately, not only was he selfish from Narcissa, but also his son, and he regretted it. There was nothing he could do to change the past.

At least Hermione was out, and for some odd reason, he knew she never belonged. And his feelings of her? He may only have discovered them recently, but Lucius wasn't going to say that it was too late. Hermione was going to live her life, and he was going to just be a thing of her past. She deserved better, than him—she deserved the best. She would never love or reciprocate his feelings anyhow. No one would love a man such as himself—one that was once dark, and now, too broken.

"Lucius," Arthur said his name, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Lucius opened his eyes and saw him walk in, with a tray in his hand.

"Sheppard's pie and pumpkin juice," Arthur offered, placing the tray next to Lucius, before he sat at the bottom edge of the bed.

A frown formed on Lucius brow as he looked at the food in surprise. "Real food instead of the muck I used to eat for years? And juice instead of something that came out of a dirty water tap?" He placed the tray on his lap and started to eat his lunch. Even though he was having the best meal he had had in five years, he wasn't happy.

"Well, the former warden pocketed a majority of the budget that was meant to be spent for Azkaban and its prisoners," Arthur informed him. "You'll also be getting clean clothes every day."

Lucius could only nod as he continued to eat. He didn't want to talk about Darren, or anything to do with the man. Of course, he was still angry at him, wanting nothing more than to kill the bastard with his bare hands. Thankfully, he was all the way in the other side of Azkaban, away from his sight. If he saw the man, along with his guards, he would actually try to kill them all.

"You can start eating again in the dining halls," Arthur said. As if he read the man's mind, he then said, "They eat in their cells. I don't let them eat in the dining hall. And most of the time, I let Darren stay in the isolation chamber."

Lucius closed his eyes for a moment. Never at all did he like that room.

"She hasn't woken up yet," Arthur added sadly.

With a nod, Lucius understood. He never asked about how Hermione was, feeling uncomfortable talking about her with Weasley Sr. But the man told him whatever news he had of her every day. The one he told him about her calling for him when they arrived at St. Mungo's made his chest tighten. He wanted nothing more than to run to her, scoop her up in his arms, and hold her forever.

"Well, I should get going," Arthur said with a smile, before he left, and locked the cell door.

Alone again, Lucius had lost his appetite, and set the tray aside. To him and Hermione, the isolation chamber was known as the 'torture chamber.' It held the most painful memories he had of Hermione. They were also the most disturbing, even comparing it to his death eater days.

"Don't, please don't," Lucius begged Darren and his guards. He was standing up with shackles holding him at his ankles, and another pair holding him by his wrists above his head. They were all in the torture chamber, but it wasn't him that was being tortured. It was Hermione.

Across the dark room, he saw her lying on her back. Her wrists were also holding her down, but her legs were held by two guards, keeping them wide open. "No! No!" she cried at the top of her lungs, trying to kick the guards off her. But she couldn't. They were just too strong.

"Ready for the show, Malfoy?" Darren asked as he smirked in front of Lucius, showing him a hanger that had been unbent somewhat, with its hook at the end.

"Oh God!" Lucius said wide-eyed. He knew exactly what was going to happen. "Darren, don't, I beg of you. You can do whatever you want with me, just don't hurt her anymore… please."

"Now where's the fun in that, when I can hear the both of you scream?" Darren drawled.

"Didn't you ever think that there's a possibility that the child she is carrying is yours?" Lucius asked again, like he asked twice before.

"No child of mine will ever be born from a death eater witch," Darren answered. "And no child should ever be born from someone so evil either."

"You're the one that's evil," Lucius barked.

"Be careful, Malfoy. I might just lock you up with her here for the next few days."

"Go ahead."

"Now, shall we begin?" the warden smiled. "You have front row seats again, you'll enjoy the show. But it isn't going to be the same as the last two times. It'll be more painful this time, even more bloody. The more blood, the better, don't you think?"

"Darren! Don't!" Lucius shouted as he saw him turn around and start to make his way towards Hermione. "Please! Don't you guys have a heart? Can't you show compassion?"

"Do you?" Darren asked before he knelt between Hermione's legs, ripping her knickers away. "And now the show begins," he said as he looked at the woman tied up on the floor. Slowly, he lowered the hooked hanger, and inserted it inside her vagina.

"Hermione! Hermione!" Lucius called to her, when their teary eyes met. He still kept on fighting against his shackles, never giving up trying to get to her. "Look at me, Love. Try to block out the pain and just look at me."

Hermione suddenly felt the most painful amount of pain at her stomach. Her neck arched as she screamed out in pain, while from the corners of her eyes, the tears continued to flow out.

Her screams were accompanied by the sounds of men laughing evilly, while a single voice kept on saying her name. For minutes, that were the only sounds in the room—agonizing for two, and disgustingly fun for the rest.

"Throw that piece of shit away," Darren spat out to his guards, as he pointed to the bloody fetus on the floor.

One of the guards obeyed, and they started to all leave the room.

"Give it a few weeks, and my boys and I can't wait to fuck you, Granger." Darren then started to make his way towards Lucius. "What's the matter?" he smirked. "You seem all green."

"You god damn, son of a bitch!" Lucius spat, trying to swallow back the bile that was building up at his throat.

"See the both of you in a few days," Darren said before leaving the room. As soon as the doors closed, the shackles that were holding Hermione and Lucius unlocked instantly.

Lucius went on his knees, puking out the contents of his stomach. Never in his entire life had he seen anything so disgusting and heartless. When he was done, he crawled as fast as he could towards Hermione, and pulled her to lie on his lap.

"Lu-Lucius…" Hermione shivered weakly.

"I'm right here, Hermione," he sobbed. He pulled off his shirt immediately and pressed it between her legs. She already has lost so much blood, and was continuing to lose more.

"It's c-cold."

Slowly, Lucius pulled her towards his chest, trying to keep her warm with his warmth. He heard her barely whisper his name before she lost consciousness.

"Hermione!" Lucius said gathering her in his arms, as he hugged and checked her pulse. It was too weak. He continued to hold her against him, as he cried her name over and over again. "Please don't die…"

"Bad dream?" Severus questioned Lucius, after the man jostled in his napping form, sleeping against the wall.

"Bad memory you mean," Luicus said back as he rubbed his eyes. With just the thought of the memory, he wanted to vomit.

Severus walked to the wall across him, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Which reminds me, I'm here to collect a few memories for the trial."

Lucius obliged and closed his eyes, focusing on certain memories to allow Severus to collect, storing them in pensive vials. When he was done, he opened his eyes, but didn't look at Severus. Instead, he kept silent to himself as he stared at the space between his feet.

"Has Granger hinted anything to you over the years that she was a double spy?" he questioned.

"No," Lucius replied. "We never really talked much about the war. Didn't want her to have to think about such things when so much happening here. Why? Is there something I need to know?"

Severus reached into his robes for the letter. "Granger's reason to becoming a double spy," he informed, handing him the letter.

Lucius frowned as he began to read the letter. In a few seconds, the frown quickly disappeared as his eyes widened in shock. "She did it to save Draco?" he asked.

Severus could only nod.

"If it wasn't for her, he'd be here," Lucius stated.

Again, Severus nodded.

The blond wizard ran his fingers though his hair after handing the letter back. "So I'm to fucking blame for everything!" he growled. "It's all my fault. Because of me, Draco gets affected, and then Hermione. An awful chain effect."

"Are you really blaming yourself?" Severus couldn't believe his ears. "It's not your fault."

"But it is!" Lucius hollered. "My mistakes have caused pain to many. Now, they all have ended. I'm here, getting what I rightfully deserve. Honestly, I wish I got the death sentence or the Dementor's Kiss. And to top it all off, I've been feeling so guilty for Hermione, and now I only feel more. Not only wasn't she supposed to be here, but she saved my son's life."

"And you saved hers numerous times when she was here," Severus countered.

"Not even close," Lucius said softly, leaning his head back on the wall, staring up at the ceiling.

"You aided her dozens of times. She isn't one to take anything lightly. I'm sure she's grateful. Don't be so hard on yourself, Lucius." With that, he left, leaving the man deep in thought.

AN – Now our darling Lucius knows the truth. And on a side note, just so there's no confusion-Harry only knows about the letter. Remus didn't tell him anything of Hermione's condition in the hospital. Are you still with me on this story? Please review.
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