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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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A step forward, followed by another. "Good morning old friend."

A breath in and an exhale, while wary eyes watch the intruder. "Is there a reason why you saw fit to interrupt my breakfast Milcast?"

Reaching the table he moves the chair across from Lucius and sits. "Lucius, I meant to disrespect, I only wish to have an audience with you." A sickening smile, covered with rotting teeth.

Tense lips open, "Then you should have cleared it through the proper channels and not shown up at my home." A grate of the jaw with anticipation.

Eyebrows raise and hands open, "Of course, I apologize. But since I am here…"

Picking up his glass of juice, "What do you want?"

A small smile, "The girl."

A quirk of the head, "What. Girl?"

A sigh followed with a dull grin, "Your pet."

Feet become flat to the floor and muscles tense, "I have no pet."

A shake of the head, "Tsk. Tsk. Now Lucius, we all know you hold the golden one-or rather, the muddy one. I want her."

Raising his eyebrows Lucius responds, "Why? She is mine." She is only mine.

A scoff at his friends question and statement. "Yes, she's yours because you bought her at auction-not because you won her fairly."

In disbelief, "Fairly? By duel you mean?"

Leaning forward, a sense of urgency laces Milcasts voice, "It does not matter what I mean Malfoy, I want her and WILL have her."

Calm and collected, "Milcast, what is your purpose with her? Perhaps I can loan her to you for a day or two."

Heated and lost in his own world, Milcast speaks more to himself than Lucius, "No. I will have her as my own. As for purpose for her-I wish to soil her. Ruin her perfect face. Crush her voice and her thoughts."

A chuckle. "Well then I fear you've come too late. Her sense of purpose has been cooled. Her face, no longer perfect, but stained with sadness and despair, and her voice only speaks when I wish it to." A smirk.

Rushing to his feet Milcast makes as though to pull his wand-

"Old friend, perhaps… I have an idea."

"Idea? What kind of an idea?"

"One where this matter can be decided… Fairly." Seizing his guests attention he too rises. "Trippy!" An elf appears, shaking at her masters feet, "Bring Miss Granger to the ballroom. And retrieve my son from his room."

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Did you bring your winnings from the battle?" Lucius says with a slight smile at his lips.

"They're in your foyer."

"Retrieve them and meet me in the ball room. There we shall determine the fate of… How did you say it? Oh yes, my pet." He says with a sneer and stalks out of the dining room.

Fifteen minutes later, all are in the ball room

"Milcast, wishes to have you for his own Miss Granger."

I look over at him, have me? He can't possibly give me away. He-he can't. My focus returns to Lucius and he continues.

"BUT, I think it'd be only fair that he WIN you in a fair manner. Just as he has deducted that I acquired you in a less than fair manner."

I just look from Lucius to this… Milcast. I haven't a clue who he is or why he'd want me-especially after so long.

"Lucius, how am I to win her fairly? What game have you decided to determine her fate?"

A smile from the master of the manor, "Call forward your best dueler and there shall be a duel. Not between us, no, that would not be, fair as you say. If your guy wins, then she is yours, if she wins, then she is mine and her fate is decided by-"

"She cannot choose her own fate. She would wish to remain with you."

"That, is why my son, her enemy in every meaning of the term, will decide her fate."

I look over at my father. Me? Decide Grangers fate. What is going on? "Father?"

"You will play your role in this matter Draco, understood?"

"Yes sir." I say, swallowing my nervous anticipation.

"Milcast, your best man."

"I do not like this game. I will lose no matter what happens." He says with a voice of a sore, petulant child.

Sneering, "Well you can always back down and leave my home."

"I'd rather rot in the defecation of your worthless mudbloods!"

"Perhaps you will old friend, perhaps you will." Is his only response.

"Sir," I say, "Who is to duel on my behalf?" I look to him, fear gracing my features. What if it's Dory, I'd kill him or-or someone if it is.

"You are." He replies. "To the center of the room," he indicates to me and Milcasts slave. Standing there, without wand in hand I must look so small and frail. "Miss Granger," he says and throws me a box. My wand. "Do not, I repeat, do not think this is a chance at freedom for you. For no matter the result, you will always be a prisoner." He says to me. I look at him, something stirring within me. Then the silence of the great room is broken by Milcast,

"KILL THAT FILTHY MUDBLOOD!"

With that screamed, his slave rose his wand and hurled a spell. Throwing me back against the stone of the back room I lay on the floor, pain coursing through my body. Looking up I see the slave walking towards me, a look of victory plastered upon his face. Just as he reaches me, I hear him sneer,

"Stupid mudblood. Can't even take a hit, a waste of my time you are bitch."

Raising his wand to finish it I roll and throw a spell, he flies back to the other side of the ballroom.

"Don't. Call. Me. Mudblood."

I can feel the anger building within me. The slave rises and I block a spell and sidestep throwing one of my own. Blocking it he counters. We continue in this fashion for an eternity it seems. My heart is pounding in my ears, and my brain was alive like it had been in school. I could feel the life pouring through me and I began to feel like my old self again. Unable to block his next cast I fling back into a large pillar and my head spins with dizzying spots flying before my eyes. Somewhere in the distance I hear laughter, was it the slave or this mysterious Milcast? My body tenses as I can feel the vibrations from the slaves feet as he draws nearer to me, without sight I use the column to help me stand and I shake my head, hoping to jar my vision back to me-luckily, it did. With a throbbing head I look up in time to hear him whisper a spell and I feel my wand pulled from my grasp as though it was torn from me by a rope. Cackling in victory the slave points his wand at me and I smile, he stops at my smile and I raise my hands. Lowering his wand, sensing his victory he turns his head partially to his master, quickly I lean forward and down, my body somersaulting its way across the stone floor and I stand after one full turn to be just in front of Milcasts slave.

"Can't take a hit?"

I say and knee him in the genitals. Crumpling back he growls in anger as he drops my wand. He raises his wand and moves to utter his next spell, but I'm faster.

"AVADA KEDAVERA!" The green light shooting out of my wand catches him and engulfs him in a sickly cloud and then he falls, lifeless. Out of breath, aching, and dizzy I turn to look at Lucius, Milcast, and Draco. "I think, that means victory for me."

Milcast face is pale and in shock. Lucius' is void of any emotion-imagine that, and his son, looks, well he looks so small standing next to his father. "Draco," Lucius speaks, "Should Miss Granger stay within our walls or do you wish her to go with our friend here?"

Looking from father to Granger my throat is dry and my tongue is caught in a cage behind my teeth. "I-I think she should stay father. Her talents are put to a better use here."

"Very well. Milcast, the decision has been made. She is to stay. You and your dead slave are no longer wanted here-leave."

"NO!" he screams out in anger. "She will be mine and I'll have her. You cannot stop me Malfoy."

"I can do whatever I wish. Just as I have entertained your foolish idea of attaining Miss Granger. Leave now, while you still can."

"I'm not leaving without the mudblood!"

"Then you shall rot in the defecation of my slaves if that is what you choose. Draco, take Miss Granger to her room."

"Yes father," I say and I step forward a bit, extending my hand to Granger. She moves forward, slowly, cautiously, and it occurs to me that I am unsure how she'll behave once out of father's sight. But before she reaches my side Milcast lunges forward towards her and she backs up tripping on her feet. Rushing towards her Milcast strains to reach her as she scoots herself backwards and father steps in, raising his wand, petrifying the man.

"Go with Draco."

Is all Lucius says to me and I stand quickly. Looking down at the petrified man, I stare at him for a second and then move to walk past Lucius but his hand upon my upper arm halts me.

"Wand Hermione."

I look up at him and then place my wand into his open palm.

"Good girl. Now run along. Draco, stay with her until I come."

"Yes father." I lead Granger towards the ballroom door and turn back only to see father staring back at us, I urge her faster out of the room. "Let's stop and get some books Granger, I think it may be awhile before father comes." She only nods, staring off in the distance and I wonder what she's thinking but I don't ask.

Back in the ballroom Lucius Malfoy puts wand to forearm. His dark mark burning his skin at the magic flowing underneath the wands tip meets with the wand. Conjuring a chair, the master of the house sits and waits, his patience tired enough for one day.
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