Screams
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, characters, names and indicia are trademarks and copyright to Warner Brothers and JK Rowling. All events and actions contained here within are fictional works of the author herself, unless otherwise stated; this is purely in the author's mind.
Warnings: Slightly dark. Nothing else…
Rating: PG
Pairings: Lucius/Hermione
Spoilers: None
A/N: Done for Rare Pairings Month on The Pimp Cane. Also for Slashers Do Het. It's just a drabble. Thought I'd post it here in case anyone wanted to read it.
Screams
It had started with a half glance at their Graduation – well, her graduation. She was Head Girl. He was the father of her worse enemy; Lucius Malfoy. Back then, it has been a glance full of loathing, hatred; an undisguised look filled with superiority – she was far beneath him. That look had turned into a hungry sort of desire as she stepped up onto the platform for her speech, allowing him to take an appraising perusal of her grown-up form.
After that came the silver-tongued seduction: golden promises of endless dreams and passion and devotion – and the unlimited access to the vast contents of the Malfoy library.
She was naïve. She took the bait. He smirked at the victory – for a victory it certainly was.
Now she sits as a trophy wife to the most powerful man in England's Wizarding World: the Minister of Magic, himself. She is a prisoner in her own home.
She realises now, looking out and seeing the unattainable freedom, that all she had ever been was a tool, like everyone and everything else, to a power-hungry man.
He now has the support of the whole of the Wizarding World, pureblood and muggle-born alike; all his past crimes seemingly forgotten. He was the voice of all the people; the pureblood that married a muggle-born.
Whilst her soul screams, his grins in triumph.
Finite Incantatem
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