Alright, I'm still going to be re posting Things That Bite but seeing as it's old and poorly written, I'm going to try out a new Lumione fic. Depended on the reviews and such, I'll either continue or I'll sack this, ha ha. So yea, since I still like the idea of a seventh year Hermione, I'll be sticking with that. She is of age (meaning 17) so if you don't like, just don't read XD it's simple, folks! I encourage you to read and review and lemme know if I should continue. Probably will be needing to find a beta as well ;] Enjoy!
ADMIRABLE SENTIMENTS
CHAPTER 1
How she came to be under his roof and in his bed was in fact an interesting story. Then again, maybe 'interesting' wasn't exactly the right word. Sitting up in a careful manner as to not disturb her seemingly unlikely partner, the muggle witch clutched the black sheets to her naked chest as her eyes struggled to see in the dark.
A lump was forming in her throat and a shiver ran down the length of her spine. However, it wasn't from feeling cold. In fact, the temperature in the room was actually perfect. No, it was the result of realizing the reality in which the young witch found herself in. Oddly enough, she felt like just yesterday she had been at Hogwarts when in truth, it had been about eight months. Wait, had that much time really passed since her abduction? Eyebrows narrowing, a scowl formed on her face. The witch was beginning to feel incredibly overwhelmed at the unexpected turn of events in her life.
This was not what she had planned for and she certainly hadn't ever remotely foreseen the chain of events that brought her to the present. To say that it was frustrating would be a gross understatement. Actually, to try put how she was feeling into words would surely cause her to truly feel insane. She had been denying whatever the hell had been going on all this time up to this very moment. The muggle born witch suddenly couldn't keep the tears she felt forming at bay. They fell almost immediately without her having much say on the matter. Oh what had she done? What had she allowed to happen?
Then again, it was almost as if she hadn't had a choice. Yet at the end of it all, she distinctly remembered coming willing. She hadn't been put under the Imperius. While she wanted to be mad at him, Hermione found herself more upset when she realized the only person she was truly upset with was herself.
Yes, he had done unspeakable things and had lured her in (even if he denied it), but the young woman found that she could not escape the sick reality of the situation. That she had wanted to be with him tonight, magic had nothing to do it with. This was chemical. And by Merlin, she couldn't decide if she hated it or not.
Her brown eyes wandered almost frantically as she desperately tried to make out her surroundings. She needed to ground herself but alas, there was nothing, no one, who could help her. Actually, there was someone but he wouldn't help her. That she was convinced of. Besides, Did she even wanted his help? Suddenly wishing she was at her childhood home, the witch made a bold move and gently untangled herself from the wizard. She slipped away from the bed ever so quietly, feeling around blindly in search of clothing
The light from the pale moon outside wasn't enough for her to go about this smoothly. Here and there her feet would bump into various things. What she made contact with, she could only guess before quickly moving on as she fumbled about.
It was strange, the fear that was welling up inside her chest. It was threatening to explode as she begin to feel as though attempting to leave his room was wrong. Odd since in the recent past she could remember not wanting to ever be in this room again.
Yet here she was and partly on her own accord. However, being there now was too much and as Hermione finally made contact with the soft material of a robe, she found that she didn't care if it was actually hers or not. She merely wanted to sling something on and find a way to put comfortable enough distance away from him.
Sure she would have to deal with whatever consequences she felt would come from possibly offending the man by leaving. Yet,Hermione found she would cross that bridge if it came. At the preset She was certain she didn't want him to have the satisfaction of waking to find her still beneath his sheets. Or so she thought.
As her hand finally found the exquisite door handle, the muggle witch found herself simply standing there, hesitant to make a move. Was it because she feared the action might wake him? Or was there really a part of her that had been twisted enough to actually make her feel as though she maybe did want to crawl back in bed? While she was torn between not knowing if she did desire the company after all, she had to admit that some human contact was better than nothing...right?
However, as the thought crossed her mind, the witch found herself that much more angry. No, she shouldn't be feeling that way. Not after everything he did. The relentless mind games and torment... All the degrading ways in which he had made her feel absolutely worthless. He did not deserve the fucked up feelings that were welling up deep within her chest. What had he done to her? Could she even stop it at this point? She had too!
The ability he had to completely render her powerless was incredible. He had made her feel terrible, he had also made her feel wanted but only in an extremely twisted way. It made her stomach turn as she cast a malicious glance his direction from over her shoulder.
If only he could see it. If only he could feel it. But then again, she didn't want him to in fear that it would only trigger whatever anger that was laying dormant within him. He could erupt with such an intensity that she believed only he was capable of. Sure, she had broken down here and there, but for the most part, the witch still felt as though her right mind was lurking somewhere within her. She didn't know how long it would be before it might truly be taken from her.
For now though, there was still some sanity left. Loosing that would undoubtedly be her ruin if this wasn't it already. And then the thought struck her. She was unattended and her abductor lay helpless as he slept. His wand was somewhere in this room. It felt as though fate hadn't been this kind in such a long time. However, she would have to successfully find the wand first and without disturbing his slumber.
Looking back toward the door, she had three choices; One being to leave right now. Two; to get back into bed. And three; to find his wand. While the logical choice might have been to get back into bed, the young witch was desperate to be free. Seeing as she didn't know if she would ever have such an opportunity again, her hands carefully slipped from the door handle as she turned around to squint into the dark.
This was dangerous. What if she royally screwed up and blew the whole thing? Taking a nervous step toward his side of the bed, the witch had to force herself to swallow and breathe. The closer she got to him, the harder she began to tremble. Sneaking around had never been her strongest suit. She never really fancied it. But given the circumstance, she reasoned with herself that what she was doing now was both necessary and she wasn't wrong.
She had been taken against her will. She had the right to fight to get back where she felt she belonged. The world she knew. The world that he so desperately wanted to keep her from. And why? Why did he want that so badly? The answer that came to mind first was because she wasn't of pureblood. She wasn't even a half blood. She was born a muggle and yet magic had found her. Why couldn't he just accept that?
New determination was brought about and she quickened her pace. The witch suddenly froze in her place when she realized she was face to face with the all to handsome pureblood. He looked so peaceful and almost human as he slept. There was no trace of animosity, hate, or contempt on his features. He almost looked lovable. It almost made her feel like she couldn't...
Closing her eyes for a moment, her left hand seemed to know exactly were to find his wand. Slipping underneath the pillow his head was on, she had to put her right hand over her mouth to keep from gasping out loud when her fingers made contact with it. Was this really happening? Was fate really being this kind?
Thanking Merlin for such luck, the witch carefully withdrew the wand from where it had been kept and brought it close to her chest. She couldn't believe it. She just couldn't believe it! It had felt like forever since she had held a wand. Her tears changed from those of anger to tears of joy as she practically cradled the wand. But then three things seemed to happen at once, changing the outcome of her fortune.
First, without being aware of this, a few tears fell directly upon the wizards face below. He slightly stirred in his sleep but did not wake up. The next thing caught her by surprise when the wand started to grow hot. Too hot for her to hold on to. Eyes widening at the overwhelming sensation, the witch audibly gasped. The wand had made it obvious that it's allegiance lay with it's original master. She found her hands could no longer hold onto it.
Panic then consumed her as it loudly clattered onto the floor. Anxiety gripped her stomach as she lost all logic and made a run for the bedroom door, not caring if she made noise. Maybe she would still have time to put distance between herself and his home if she was fast enough. Hands clawing at the door handle, she made to fling them open. However, as she pulled, nothing happened.
"No." She whispered, "No, no, no, no,no..."
This couldn't be happening. This just couldn't. The doors were locked and only magic could open them. Her sanity began to slip from her once more and she stood in front of the doors pulling on the handles over and over, and over again, each time hoping the doors would open for her.
Her breathing was rapid and her chest rose and fell quickly as her body began to feel tingly. The lack of oxygen due to panic was beginning to take hold. In this moment, she wanted nothing more than to just run forever. To not stop until she was safely back at Hogwarts.
The thought that it wouldn't be safe never crossed her mind. After all, she had been taken from that very place to begin with. Who was to say it wouldn't happen again? She just wanted to be with her friends and her family. To be with everyone who loved her and wanted nothing more than her happiness. She wanted to dream peacefully. To not be afraid of the dark again. She wanted everything she had been working toward. Would there no end to this madness?
As she tugged at the door, the witch was so lost in her attempts that she hadn't realized Lucius had woken up. He had found his wand upon the floor and had placed it back underneath his pillow. She wasn't aware that he had walked up behind her. That he was watching her with a tired yet intrigued expression that was half concealed in the dark.
He stood his his arms crossed over his broad chest listening to her mutter the word 'no' over repeatedly as she tried to remove herself from his room. She wasn't aware that he now towering over her from behind. That he was debating on what his own move should be.
It wasn't until he had drawn his arms forward to fully encircle her small frame that she froze. She didn't know what was to come. How he would unleash upon her. So scared, Hermione was hardly aware that she wasn't breathing, expecting all hell to break loose. Tears feel from her unblinking eyes as she was held against him. She didn't make a single noise as she felt him dip his head to he lay it against her own, mouth above her right ear.
"Breathe, Hermione." Was all that was said.
His voice was deep. It was smooth and it was more gentle that she had been expecting. But what surprised her the most was hearing her name upon his lips. It was a first.
And at first, Hermione's breath really was knocked from her. It wasn't until the wizard repeated himself that she became painfully aware of the lack of oxygen. Taking in a huge, raspy breath, it was as if she had been held under water and then released at the last second.
Had he really just said her name? Was this some kind of sick joke? Or had something changed his mind? Would he turn this around on her after all? Why did he say her name? And why had he said it like...that?
Still feeling panicked, Hermione didn't get a moment to process anything as he moved to face her in the dark.
Arms still encircling her, Hermione was brought flush against him once more as he stood before her. And while he hadn't commanded her to make eye contact with him, she looked upon him as if he had. How could she not? She was more confused than she could ever remember. Her watery eyes searched his in the dark.
The pale moonlight only allowed her to see his chin and his lips. Why did he always get to hide his emotions? Why was she the one who had to lay her's bare? Shaking her head for a reason unknown to herself, Hermione Granger was at a loss for words. Her intelligence escaped her as she realized this man she might never figure out.
"I'd ask you what you were up too but I'm far too fatigued to find out at this hour. Do come back to bed."
Her expression took on a rather dumbfounded look as he attempted to usher back toward the bed. When she did not move, a sound of irritation was heard from him.
Hermione gave a small squeak when she was suddenly scooped up into his arms and taken away from her spot by the door. She wanted to yell out 'hey' but did not. While he might not have been mad right now, the witch knew all too well that anything could trigger his foul temper.
Not wanting this gentle side of him to disappear just yet, she didn't struggle as Lucius placed her onto the bed. As he scooted himself closer to her, the wizard drew the covers back over both of them. Finding herself on her back with her head between his chin and his chest, Hermione felt his arms come around her, hands pulling her closer to his body. Laying there wide awake, the only thing that wandered through her mind was this; Was Lucius Malfoy really capable of a crazy little thing called love?
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Well there is the first chapter. I decided to start in middle of the story and then go back to how it all started if I continue with a second chapter. Help me out here with reviews and let me know if I should continue or not. This is going to be rated Mature to various reasons and chapter that could come. Hope you enjoyed and please give me feedback ^^ Will be looking for a beta! Let me know if you are interested via PM or even review.
EDIT: I know some of you have seen this before but I'm re-posting it and will be adding new chapter to finish this story. For those of you who've stuck around, I'm eternally grateful. As always, feedback is always welcome and I love new input on how to be a better writer. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter.
