Disclaimer; ADULT THEMES AND SOME MILD ADULT LANGUAGE.

Copyright;
Harry Potter and all related characters are the property of JK Rowling
This story alone, is my creation. The OC, Fidelis belongs to me.

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Chapter 9: The Madness Of Mr Malfoy

Draco just stared at his father, he couldn't think of anything to say. Hermione was laying, asleep, next to him. He wanted to shake her awake and turn her to his father and ask, 'I thought you said he was dead?' but the last thing his Father would want to see was a Mudblood, like Granger, in bed with his son. He would probably kill them both on sight.

"Father... I thought..."

Draco moved to get out of bed and run over to his father, but not only was he naked and he didn't think his father would enjoy watching his sons manhood flop around towards him, Draco realised that his father would be angry with him for being so emotional. "Can you give me a few minutes to dress and I'll be down?"

"Of course Draco." Lucius turned to leave. "We'll be waiting for you downstairs."

Draco listened to hear the main door close and his father retreat down the stairs. Who was we? Him and Blaise? Draco pulled on his shorts and trousers. Hermione still seemed asleep. "Thanks Granger." Pulling on his shirt he left the room.

Hermione heard the door close and laid for a second listening to his footfalls descend the stairs. Pulling her blouse off the floor she moved to the window. Looking out she could see a small ledge that ran along the window to the roof. "Shit." She grabbed her wand and pulled the window open.

Climbing out, Hermione looked down, the drop was immense, she was beginning to regret this idea, but she had to get out of that house. Pulling herself up onto the roof, using the stone carving round he window, she tried not to look down. The slate came loose, her foot fell away, her hand grasped the stone ledge as she fell over the side. The cold wind whipped round her as she glanced down the four stories to the cold concrete ground below her. Gripping her wand between her teeth she pulled herself up. Swinging her foot up, she caught it on the ledge and then, using it as leverage, pushed herself back onto the roof. Catching her breath she looked up, this was as good a place as any. Pointing her wand out in front of her she thought of Harry and disappeared.

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Draco heard the screams as he walked down the hall, someone was being tortured in the study. What was happening. Yesterday he had buried his father, his life was simple, boring, and he was having sex with Granger. Now, his Father was back, he was still in hiding and he would probably never see Granger again.

"Crucio!" His Fathers voice rang out through the house followed by a loud scream. Draco suddenly recognised the scream, it was Blaise, what was his Father doing? Running into the study Draco stopped dead in the doorway when he laid his eyes on the naked body of Blaise tied to the leather chair, Lucius standing before him with his wand held toward the shaking Blaise. Two other men, and one woman, stood in the room, Draco recognised two of them. Jugson, her long coat covering her entirely and reaching the floor, her hat casting a shadow over her face, but Draco knew the smell. A clawing, acrid stench that followed her around as if she never washed. The man, a seven foot giant that stood in the corner, was looking out at the waves crashing against the breakwater. His long blonde hair and stature were the reason for the only name Draco knew him by.

"You are sick..." Lucius voice sounded cold. "Crucio!"

Blaise screamed as the curse hit him, sending waves of burning pain through his body. He could feel the tears start to form. What was Lucius doing to him? Why? The man he had thought of as a Father for so many years was now doing this to him, why?

"Father!" Draco screamed "What are you doing?"

Lucius turned on his heels and glared at Draco, his wand directed at Draco's chest. Big Blonde had turned to see the young man standing in the doorway, thin and lanky. Big Blonde couldn't be sure but was this Draco Malfoy? The boy ordered to kill Dumbledore, the boy who failed.

"Stay out of this Draco, this is not your concern."

"Father, this is my home. That's my best friend, I think this is my concern." Draco stepped forward, a look of fear and pain in his eyes as he looked at the quivering shape of Blaise tied to the chair. "Why?"

"He was with that." Lucius moved aside and pointed his want toward the naked body of the black haired girl who now lay dead, against a bookcase, her clothes still lay where they had been thrown, he knickers still hung from a bottle of firewhiskey. "He defiled himself with that muggle."

Draco watched as his Father ranted on, he could not be sure but there was something in the voice that was not his Father, something that did not sound like the man Draco had looked up to. The torn robes flapped around his Fathers thin frame, the once pale blonde hair was now matted and dirty. Draco looked upon his Father, into those grey eyes that once brimmed with life, that now looked back empty and hollow. Draco glanced at Blaise, his body still shaking from the pain. He could not go against his father, but he could not watch his best friend be tortured for what had become their life.

"We areoutcasts, Father. There is no one else we can turn to. Do you expect us to live our lives in celibacy and imprisonment?" He could feel the fear growing in him, he had never spoken to his father like this, but things had changed and his father would have to understand that. "This is our home and it's the only place we're welcome."

"You are a Malfoy, our name is great among wizards and our family.."

"Are hunted." His Father would listen. "I am a Malfoy, I am hated and hunted, I am wanted for crimes I never committed. This is not your world, Father! It's the world that you left us with and it hates us." His heart was beating wildly, he felt so ashamed to speak to his Father like this, he wanted to stop, he wanted to let his father take hold of him and beat him, but that would do nothing to changed what had happened. "If you don't want Blaise down here, near you. I'll lock him upstairs, but there is no reason to go on harming him."

"No, he will serve as a lesson... Cru.."

"If you keep casting spells they will find us." Draco wasn't sure if that was right but he had to think of something.

"What?" Big Blonde spoke, his voice so cool it was like a iced wind. "You have not placed charms around this house? Are you both fools?"

Lucius span to face big blonde. His voice rough and full of hatred. "Do not speak to my son in that manner. I did not bring you here for this."

"You did not bring us here, Lucius." Jugson said. "We brought you. Now, must we listen to you for much longer? Can we not just place this perversion..." She pointed to Blaise. "...in a room and secure him, just as your son suggests?"

"Yes, Lucius, let us get on with why we are here."

Lucius turned slowly to Draco, his grey eyes filled with death and hatred. "Take him Draco, take him and keep him from my sight." Waving his wand the ropes slackened and Blaise fell forward from the chair. Walking toward the window his tattered robes hung off his frame like a death shroud on a year old skeleton. His grey eyes surveyed the rolling sea as he listened to his son help the Zabini boy to his feet. The giant of a man stood beside him, the large figure reflected in the window was dark and Lucius knew now, that everyone would die.

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Draco laid Blaise on his bed, it seemed safer to bring him here than to leave him in his own room. Draco still felt dirty, he had never wanted to grasp his best friends naked body, he had never even wished to see it. Pulling the cover up to Blaise's chin Draco was relieved to cover his friends shaking body. Turing, Draco picked up his wand and thrust it into his waist band.

"Draco..." Blaise said, his voice horse. "Where is she?"

"I don't know, she must have left. Stay here, mate."

Draco had no idea what he was going to do, he had wanted so much to see his father again but now, now he could see his father again, he was worried. That look in his father's eyes, his haunted face, so pallid and dead. His Father scared him, but not like he used to, now he was scared of what his father had become.

"Stay here, mate. I'll come and see you soon."

"Sugar?" Blaise looked at Draco, his eyes full of terror. Draco did not have to answer, Blaise saw it in his eyes.

Closing his eyes, Blaise let himself drift into sleep. The woman had never been much more than pleasure to him, a way to pass the time or bury the pain. But to hurt a woman? To harm someone for just being there? He couldn't. It wasn't her fault she was a muggle and he was a pureblooded wizard, it wasn't her fault she was dead, it was his. To add to the pain of the guilt, he had actually liked her. He heard the door close and the lock snap across, he was a prisoner in his own home now, Lucius Malfoy had made him a prisoner.

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Back in the study Draco watched his father walk around the room. Jugson had seated herself in the leather chair with a glass of firewhiskey from the cabinet. Big blonde was still looking out of the window. Glancing out himself, Draco watched as the two seagulls flew past.

"Lucius, why are we here?" Big blonde turned from the window.

"As you all know, we are now the outcasts, we are the ones who have been beaten back." Lucius was pacing the room, looking round at the walls as if they weren't there, he was talking to the room as if it were an auditorium full of people. "We are the one's who have lived in the shadows but now it is our time to step into the light. I have thought much on this while I was incarcerated, I have thought of nothing but this and I know it will work." He was looking directly at Draco, he was looking straight through Draco. "I have a plan that will bring the Dark Lord back to his true place in this world, with the power he deserves."

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The street was silent, the rows of houses lining the park seemed quiet, almost serene. A milk float clattered along the road on the other side of the road as Hermione walked across the park toward the tall town house she knew so well. The bright green leaves rustled above her as she made her way through the gates of the park to stand on the wide pavement. No cars were around and there seemed very few people walking the street. Most would be at work or out shopping at this time of day. She was only a twenty minute walk from Kings Cross Station and it seemed disturbing to her that she could be so close to the centre of London and yet it was like she was stood in a ghost town.

The milk float rattled past her on its way out of the road. Smiling at her as he passed, the driver seemed not to care about the young lady stood waiting to cross the road to a house that had not been there a year ago. She was still surprised that no one had thought anymore about the house that appeared out of nowhere.

Walking across the road Hermione climbed the worn steps, the original door had been replaced when Harry had moved in. Pulling the sliver chain beside the red wooden door she listened for the chimes. The golden lions head door knocker opened it's eyes and looked down at her stood there on the step waiting for someone from within to grant her access.

"You could have just asked, Miss Granger."

"That's ok, I'll wait." Even after all this time, she still felt a little odd talking to the door knocker. Listening, she could here the bolts being withdrawn from their places. Slowly the large wooden door swung inwards. Lowering her eyes she saw the small plump figure of Fidelis standing just inside the doorway. His little cloth suit made her smile, he looked like a butler in grey instead of black.

"Miss Granger." His high voice was soft. "Master Potter is in the study, please. I will take you." Ushering her in, Fidelis let the door close as he led her down the long hallway, it's gas lamps unlit but the grand chandelier sparkled.

"Mr Potter, Mrs Potter."

James and Lily waved from their portrait as she walked past them. Smiling at Sirius, Hermione followed Fidelis into a large room, three walls covered in bookshelves and a large fire against the other. A long table sat in one quarter of the room with a couple of books laid on it along with some writing implements.

"Hermione." Harry stood from his large red chair sat in the other end of the room. "How are you? Fidelis can you bring a pot of tea for our guest?"

The house elf vanished with a crack. Harry led Hermione to a sofa that ran along the back wall of the room. His black hair still hung in the partly dishevelled mess it had always been in. His glasses were sleek and much better looking on him than the ones he had worn during his time at Hogwarts. The portrait above the fire place was empty, only the snow capped hills in the back ground still visible.

Glancing toward the fire place Harry saw what she was looking at. "Remus has been called to Hogwarts, he should be back later." Sitting back in his chair Harry looked into the eyes of his old friend. "So, what brings you here? You know Ginny's at home so you haven't come to go to London with her."

"No, Harry. I've come to see you."

Another crack filled the room, Fidelis stood with a silver tray, upon it, a silver tea pot and a china cup. Placing them on the small wooden table beside Hermione, Fidelis vanished again.

"I see he's still wearing that old uniform I made him."

"Before you start, I know how you feel about house elves, and that's is the same suit, it's the only one he'll bloody well wear. Ginny's made him six since and he won't take them."

Pouring herself a cup of tea she turned she absently glanced toward Harry. "Why ever not?"

"He knows we're going out together, so he sees it as a gift from me."

"And he doesn't want to leave." Smiling she knew that, no matter how hard she had fought for elf rights, it all came down to this; some people were kind and treat them with respect and others, well, they just used and abused them, nothing was ever going to change that. "Harry, I came for a reason."

"I rather thought you might." Pouring himself a cup of tea he sat back in his chair. It had been a long time since Hermione had come to visit him, alone. He realised how different it was now, he never thought it would be this different. Ron and Hermione always at work and him, if he wasn't doing patrols he was in the office. "So, what's brought you to Grimmauld Place this morning?"

"Harry, we have a problem."

"With what? Hermione you used to be cryptic but come on, were not at school anymore. Start giving me straight answers, or at least write a me decoder book."

Laughing slightly, she glanced round. "Lucius Malfoy's turned up at Dracos."

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Author's Notes:

Hummm... and the plot thickens?

Well, I hope you liked it, now for a little explanation... Fidelis is Harry's house elf at 12 Grimmauld Place, Before anyone says anything, I have NOT forgotten Kreacher, all will be revealed in later chapters.

Well if you're enjoying it R&R me and let me know why. If you're not enjoying it, R&R me and let me know why.

Chapter 10, may take a little while to come out so, as a little incentive, anyone who reviews and gives me an honest opinion in 20 words or more will get a sneak preview, The chapter title AND the quote that will be accompanying it. Ooooo...