Stood before him was Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.
The desperate look that passed between Hermione and Narcissa was one he, nor any other male could ever hope to understand or comprehend.
He saw the pure distress in Hermione's eyes, and without a word being said, some form of primal female connection had Narcissa jumping to the side of Hermione and casting various diagnostics over her pregnant belly.
He heard a noise and saw Lucius's hand tightening on the head of his cane, as his jaw set.
Pureblood idealogies aside , Lucius adored his wife and had been raised to always show respect to women.
It was abhorrent to him to even consider the thought of striking his wife, or any woman.
Much like the female non verbal conversation between Narcissa and Hermione, He shared a look with the man , their own masculine code, one that promised vengeance and violence, and received an almost imperceptible nod in return.
Things were soon going to become very difficult indeed for one Ronald Weasley.
There was a gasp of relief from the sofa as Hermione bowed her head and let the tears fall , nodding to something Narcissa had said.
When Narcissa stood and came over to him , the stern look on her face could envy Minerva's best.
"The baby is fine , use mild healing spells for now, until you can brew some pregnancy safe potions"
"But the bleeding ..."
"...Is not the baby"
His jaw clenched and heard a snap from the side of him. Seems Lucius would be needing a new cane.
"I see" Though he wished he didn't.
Another look between the three of them this time.
There would be repercussions for this.
"She's staying with you ?"
She needn't have asked the question , but he nodded curtly anyway.
"She'll want to bathe , and clean clothes. Give her something old of yours and burn what she's wearing , she won't want them again"
He nodded again and heard a ping as his glass tumbler on his table cracked with the pressure of magic he was exuding.
Lucius and Narcissa left.
Narcissa with promises to return the next evening with Draco to check in on them.
Lucius with a promise in his eyes that they would soon have a chat over firewhiskey. They had planning to do.
When they'd gone , he returned to the broken girl on his sofa, only one thought in his mind.
Where the hell do I go from here ?
