The Freedom of Lucius Malfoy
Louis, Marley, and Michael were made up by Lucius and Hermione. Everyone else I do not own (;_;)
I ask that everyone Please heed the M warning! Hermione gets a little too angry in this chapter and her tongue loosens quite a bit...She means no offence, really, and asks for your forgiveness before hand in case anyone should be offended by her words.
A white stag silently galloped towards Severus, "Professor Dumbledore and Louis have taken care of the threat," Harry's voice spoke from the stag. "We would like to see Hermione." The stag galloped in a circle before dissolving in white corporeal smoke. Severus sent off another patronus before finding a room of his own to nap in.
"Hermione!" Harry abruptly took Hermione into his arms.
"Omph," was the sound Hermione made as he launched himself at her. "I guess I know what it feels like now when I do that to you," she laughed.
"Are you okay 'Mione?" Harry asked, checking her over for injuries. Lucius gave Harry a look with a raised eyebrow. Harry blushed.
"I'm fine Harry," Hermione answered. "You should really be asking Draco," she whispered. "He could have died Harry." Harry looked a little surprised but turned to his classmate who was becoming something of a friend to him.
"Malfoy," Harry greeted quietly. "Are you okay?" He asked, a little unsure of himself.
"Don't force yourself Potter," Draco answered, not meeting his classmate's concerned looks. Harry placed a hand on his shoulder lightly.
"Are you okay Malfoy?" He asked again, but with a little more firmness. Draco nodded. "Do you still have that broom your father bought you 'Mione?" Harry asked.
Hermione nodded, "It is in the gardening shed. I'll show you my way out," she offered. "I have to go out that way anyway."
"Did you bring your broom Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Yes, but what are we going to do?" Draco asked.
"Have you ever played with a birdie?" Harry smirked.
"Birdie?" Draco looked confused. How did one play with a bird on a broom?
"You have a net 'Mione?" Harry asked.
"In the gym," Hermione answered.
"We'll levitate the net outside and Draco and me will have to keep the birdie in the air on our brooms," Harry smiled at the two.
"That sounds like a great idea Harry," Hermione smiled approvingly. "What do you think Draco?"
"I'm all for it," he gave them a small smile and wondered how many birds they would have to catch with the net to win the game.
"I will meet you both outside then," Hermione said, leaving the boys behind in the entry hall. "Rackets are in the gym closet," she called to them.
"Would you like company?" Lucius asked. Hermione stopped and raised her head to peck his lips.
"How much do you know about using extension charms on buildings?" She asked curiously.
"I know quite a bit," Lucius answered, puffing his chest out with pride. Hermione chuckled to herself than sobered.
"We never had time to build an extension for the mausoleum," she said softly. "I thought an extension charm would be a temporary fix until..." she choked. Lucius held Hermione tightly to his chest.
"I think that is a great idea poppet," he whispered.
"We got the rackets, birdie, and net," Harry called out as Hermione and Lucius approached them.
"Great!" Hermione smiled. "The shed is this way," she led them around the Manor towards a large two floor shed and handed Harry and Draco a key. "If it gets too late you can put all the equipment in the gardening shed for tonight, but remember to lock up." The boys nodded and ran off as they began making up their own rules for the game. Hermione smiled softly before leading Lucius down a path that led into the woods behind her Manor.
"Where are we going?" Lucius asked.
"We have about a six minute walk down this path," Hermione answered softly. Lucius wrapped an arm around her waist and closed his eyes breathing in her scent mixed with the snow and wood.
"Your home is so peaceful," he said quietly. "It is almost as if I were yell the glass would shatter and all this would be but a dream." Hermione pointed up to the tree tops.
"I dare you to yell," she gave him a small smirk.
Lucius chuckled, "And end up with my tongue stuck to a pole? I think not." Hermione looked away in shame. Lucius leaned over catching her lips with his. "My dear witch," he said softly. Hermione took a breath to make up for her lack of air then pointed out in the distance at a large white limestone building.
"Bellamont Mausoleum," she said softly as she opened a tall steel white gate leading into a cemetery.
"Why do you not bury your parents?" Lucius asked, looking around at the graves. Hermione gave him a sad look with pained eyes. "All these graves are Bellamont children who died under the age of ten," she explained with a soft voice. "Most are empty save for the headstone adorning ground. Those empty graves represent miscarriages in the family," she said quietly with tears. Lucius held her tighter to his side as they passed through the headstones.
"This might be foolish of me to ask," he paused. "Why does your family have grave sites for children who do not have a physical body?" Some tears escaped Hermione's eyes.
"It helped the Bellamont women move on," she answered quietly. "So my great grandmothers buried an empty box. Sometimes they filled the boxes with clothes or trinkets they had already bought for the baby." Lucius kissed her again before opening the doors to the mausoleum.
"Hello Grandfather Nicholas," Hermione said softly, stopping before the first stone crypt. "I brought you a small gift from Lucius and myself. It is rumoured in recent generations that you loved white roses. I brought you a few of them," she pulled out fresh white roses from the indoor garden.
"I really do hope they are to your liking. I have placed an everlasting charm on them for you. Please enjoy your rest," she gave a polite bow to his crypt and pulled Lucius forward. "Before you ask that is not a muggle custom, but a family custom...paying our respects to our first ancestor," she gave him a small smile.
"Your first ancestor goes back to the mid sixteen hundreds?" Lucius asked.
"He is the first because we can locate his grave," Hermione answered quietly. "The Bellamont family tree in the library dates back to one hundred B.C.," she stopped at the end of the mausoleum.
"B.C.?" He looked confused.
"Before the birth of Christ, according to the Christian calendar," Hermione answered, pulling out her wand.
"You are finally here!" A new voice exclaimed happily. Hermione squeaked when she turned around and saw the ghost. "Never seen a ghost?" He smirked.
"P-pardon me for being rude," she held her hand against her chest and pointed, "but who are you?"
"Blue violets," the ghost answered.
"Pardon?" Hermione asked, confused.
"I like Blue violets not white roses," the ghost smiled then frowned. "My son started that rumour because I would not trade a fur for him," he rolled his eyes.
"Nicholas Bellamont," Hermione broke into a smile. "Why is your spirit in the mausoleum and not the Manor?"
"Hello Bunny," a familiar voice spoke up.
"Grandfather John! You're a ghost too!" Hermione exclaimed. He gave his great granddaughter a sad smile.
"We have been waiting for you Bunny," he said quietly.
"Why?" Lucius asked.
"Hermione is the last Bellamont," Nicholas answered.
"Future generations of witches and wizards will now fill the Manor and we do not have to hide here any more," another new voice spoke.
"Hello," Hermione politely greeted. "Which Grandfather might you be?"
The ghost laughed, "I am not one of your many times great grandfathers but a great Uncle. I am Frederick," he greeted.
"Are there more of our ancestors?" Hermione asked excitedly.
"Just us," Nicholas answered with a laugh.
"And a Malfoy," John said.
"A Malfoy ghost?" Lucius asked. "Here?"
"Yes dear Grandson," another ghost answered.
"Lucius Malfoy I!" Lucius exclaimed.
"T'is I," he bowed.
"How did you end up among Bellamont ghosts, if you don't mind me asking?" Hermione asked.
"Not at all my dear child," he smiled. "Your ancestor, one of the many Henri's, is currently filling my plot on Malfoy grounds."
"Oh my," Hermione breathed and looked at Lucius, silently asking how that happened.
"An unfortunate mix up," Lucius I said, "but I ask your permission, and that of my Grandson, to stay here. I do not know your ancestor's wishes as he is not a ghost and has chosen to move on." Hermione gave Lucius a smile.
"Who are we to not take your wishes into consideration?" Lucius asked his ancestor.
"Do you know where your crypt is?" Hermione asked. "So that we may change the engravings."
"Thank you my dear children," the ghost bowed in appreciation and showed them the way as they conversed with the others.
"I do hope to see you in the Manor soon," Hermione said to her ancestors. "Even you Mister Malfoy."
"Lucius, Miss Bellamont," the ghost gave her a respectful bow of his head. "I would be happy to join you all in the Manor."
"Lucius," Hermione smiled up at him. "You may call me Hermione if you wish."
"May I call you Bunny?" The ghost discreetly smirked at his many times great grandson. Lucius narrowed his eyes at the ghost.
Hermione laughed, "You may."
Hermione gave Lucius lingering kiss after he closed the gates to Bellamont Cemetery. "You may call me Bunny too, if you wish," Hermione said softly. "But I wonder what pet name you would come up with for me mon serpent sournois," she whispered the last three words brushing her lips against his ear.
Lucius groaned pulling Hermione into his arms and pushing his arousal into her stomach, earning a soft mewl from her. "What you do to me ma petite lionne," he growled softly in her ear and traced the edges with the tip of his tongue.
"North Tower," Hermione whispered as Lucius brushed his lips across her cheek and paused at her lips, touching, but not quite touching. "At midnight," she whispered as Lucius pulled her into a bruising kiss and entered her mouth when she gasped.
"Mine!" He growled against her swollen lips.
"Yours," she agreed, kissing him softly, then sucked softly on his lower lip, and entered his mouth with her tongue. "But your are mine also," her whisper was barely audible to his ears.
"Also yours," he agreed softly.
LoVe*lOvE*LoVe
Hermione sat in the armchair turning redder with every word that passed through her Uncle Louis's lips. The study was filled with a tense silence as the wizards watched her for the reaction that was definitely to come.
"Ma Lionne-" Lucius started in a soft voice but was abruptly cut off.
"HOW DARE SHE THAT STUPID WANNA BE HIGH SOCIETY-" Hermione paused turning redder.
"Please don't let it be a curse word," Harry muttered quietly. Draco and Lucius gave him a confused glance before Hermione's screech turned their attention back to her.
"BITCH!" Hermione screeched.
"This is bad," Harry tensed, "very bad."
"Why?" Lucius asked, letting his irritation show through at his lack of knowledge.
"You are about to witness Hermione gone wild," Harry clearly looked worried.
"Awesome," Draco smirked.
"Not awesome!" Harry snapped at the blond. "If you know what is good for you stay out of her way right now," he added.
"Bunny-" Louis started.
"DON'T BUNNY ME LOUIS! SEND OUT THE CONFIRMATIONS THERE IS STILL TIME," she screamed, ordering him.
"You mother already sent those out," Louis said quickly and flinched.
"THEN CALL EVERYONE AND RECONFIRM!" she yelled. "EXCEPT THAT FUCKING BITCH!"
"That's three times she's cursed," Harry whispered worriedly as he ran his fingers through his already messy hair.
"What does that mean?" Lucius asked in frustration.
"This is worse than Hermione gone wild," Harry paled. "This is a new level of Hermione gone wild. We are in uncharted territory here," he whispered. Hermione strode across the room and lifted Harry by the lapels of his shirt.
"I CAN HEAR YOU YOU ARSEHOLE!" Harry paled.
"S-sorr-"
"DON'T SORRY ME!" She screetched, then she dropped him and lifted the snickering Draco. "WHAT IS SO FUNNY FERRET?!"
"N-nothing," Draco stuttered, paling considerably. Hermione dropped him also.
"WHO IS CATERING?" She yelled at Louis.
"W-we c-can't have muggle c-caterers," he stuttered out the sentence faster than was intelligible but Hermione clearly understood when she answered.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WE CAN'T HAVE MUGGLE CATERERS?!" She demanded.
"T-the M-manor is un-unplottttable," Louis stuttered out quickly.
"THEN HOW THE FUCK ARE THE GUESTS SUPPOSED TO GET HERE FOR THE NEW YEAR'S BALL?!" She demanded to know.
"Hermione-" Lucius began.
"WHAT?!" She looked at him with darkening brown eyes, almost black in her angered state. Lucius held back a shudder.
"This is not healthy for the babies," Lucius said calmly.
"BABIES?!" Draco, Louis, and Harry yelled. Louis dropped the phone in shock.
"GET YOUR FUCKING ARSEHOLE BACK TO WORK," Hermione pointed to Louis. "YOU GET ME SOME HOUSE ELVES!" She lifted Harry up by the front of his shirt again and threw him towards the study doors.
"I will supply the house elves if you promise not to injure them," Lucius said, clearly worried by her temper.
"WHY THE HELL WOULD I INJURE A HOUSE ELF WHEN I FOUGHT FOR THE FUCKING FREEDOM THEY CLEARLY DON'T WANT?!" Hermione demanded lifting the grown wizard up by his shirt. He gulped quietly.
"N-no Madame W-wesley, my g-girlfriend is w-watch a l-loud t-television prog-gram again-n," Louis stuttered out over the phone.
"It was just a suggestion," Lucius said weakly, his voice failing at the end.
"YOU AND DRACO WILL TAKE CARE OF THE DAMN DECORATIONS!" Hermione yelled at Harry and Draco. Draco shot out of his seat towards the doors clearly afraid of being thrown like Harry.
"Have Severus bring a calming draught," Lucius said to Draco. Draco nodded and made to open the doors just as Severus strode in.
"D-dammit H-hermi-mi-ione, y-you'ree sc-scaring your your g-guests awa-way!" Louis slammed down the phone.
"No need I can hear her through the whole Manor," Severus said to Lucius.
Hermione strode over to Louis, reached across the desk, and pulled him across the lists of guests and contact information. "THEN FUCKING FIX IT DAMMIT!" She yelled in his face. Louis scrambled off the top of the desk and back into his seat. Severus sat in silence watching the scream fest, courtesy of Hermione.
"WHERE ARE THOSE DAMN HOUSE ELVES?!" She lifted Lucius yet again.
"I was waiting for you to calm down." His eyes widened as Hermione turned even more red at his answer.
"Pardon me?" She hissed in a whisper through her teeth. Lucius flinched. "I WILL FUCKING CALM DOWN WHEN YOU ALL DO WHAT I TELL YOU TO DO! WHY ARE YOU JUST FUCKING SITTING THERE?!" She demanded of Severus lifting yet another grown wizard by his robes.
"DO YOU THINK YOU ARE A FUCKING WALL FLOWER?! GO HELP LOUIS IF YOU CAN'T FIND ANYTHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR ARSE!" She threw him across the room and into the desk. "WHERE IS AYAME?!" She demanded.
"Severus made a special tea for you," Ayame sang striding into the room with a tray of tea and biscuits and laid it out on the table.
"Thank you!" Hermione yelled a little quieter at the white-haired man and took a sip of tea. "WHERE ARE THose house elves?" Hermione finished politely in a hoarse voice. Severus sighed. "Damn you Severus Snape," Hermione's voice turned hoarse and dreamlike. Harry snickered. The wizards visibly relaxed when Harry relaxed, taking their cue from him.
"She turns into Luna Lovegood when she's given a calming draught," Harry chuckled.
"Mark my words Mister Snape. I will get your fucking arse for this," Hermione said with an airy voice. Harry's eyes widened in alarm. Hermione took a seat in an arm chair, crossing her legs to make herself more comfortable.
"T-that has never happened before," he ran a hand through his hair in worry.
"What is wrong Mister Potter?" Lucius asked, suddenly more alert and concerned for Hermione than he was a few seconds ago.
"After she takes a calming draught she calms and her voice is similar to Luna. She is still cursing, even after ingesting the calming draught," He ran his hand through his hair again.
"What upset her in the first place?" Severus asked.
"That fucking stupid wanna be high society bitch Agnes," Hermione laughed. "Even her fucking name leaves so fucking much to be desired. What kind of mother names their baby Agnes these days?" Hermione asked, waving her cup around as she talked like in her dreamlike tone. "Then again what kind of mother names their daughter Hermione?" Her laughter tinkled throughout the room. "Where are-" Hermione slumped in her seat.
"Finally," Harry breathed and reclaimed his seat.
"Is that normal?" Lucius asked, abruptly standing from his chair and striding towards Hermione.
"Don't wake her up!" Harry hissed, intercepting the blond.
"That does not seem normal," Lucius said worriedly, pushing the dark-haired wizard aside.
"It is for Hermione," Harry pulled his arm back. "She will nap for an hour and hopefully be calm when she wakes up. We will worry if she does not wake up after an hour," Harry warily eyed the blond wizard.
"Check her Severus," Lucius ordered. Severus sneered at the order but slowly rose from his seat and ran diagnostic spells over the sleeping Hermione.
"Her stress levels are too high," Severus said with a hint of worry in his voice. "This event could cause her to miscarry," he said slowly and carefully to his blond friend. Lucius closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Severus, help Louis fix the damage please and slip Hermione a sleeping draught if it is safe. Draco, Mister Potter, take care of the decorations with Cinnamon. Make sure everything is appropriate for muggles. I will call on some house elves to prepare the food. Can you help us all with clothes Ayame?" Lucius asked. Ayame's face lit up with joy at the thought of clothes.
"I will take care of Miss 'Mione's dress but I do not have material for you so I will call Giorgio," Ayame spoke fast. "He will be excited to see Lady 'Mione again," he sang. "Mister Malfoy you should put your engagement ring on Hermione's finger. There are a lot of eligible bachelor's who would not mind flirting with the new Lady Bellamont, even if she is pregnant with another man's children. It will also stop the women from creating harsh rumours about Lady 'Mione, trying to ruin her reputation," he spoke fast and left the room in a hurry.
"She's scarier than Voldemort," Draco finally spoke out.
"How are you enjoying your step-mum to be?" Harry smirked. Draco paled.
"How do you do it Potter?" Draco asked.
"Don't be Ron Weasley. Keep your head low and feign a headache when you slip up," Harry answered with a grin. "It helps when you have a scar like mine though," Harry chuckled. Lucius approached Hermione again.
"What are you doing?" Harry stood from his seat.
"I am going to take her to her rooms Mister Potter," Lucius answered, bending to scoop the witch up into his arms.
"Wait!" Harry tried not to yell. "Is it safe to slip her the sleeping draught first?" Lucius looked over at Severus and he gave a nod.
"Just a small sip," Severus said. "She will sleep for three hours," he poured a small amount of potion down her throat. Lucius then lifted Hermione.
"Okay everyone we have two days and half of today till the New Year's ball. Let us take Ayame's cue and get a move on with our tasks...and keep Hermione from stressing," he added at the end. "Severus meet me in North Tower when you are done here," he whispered to his friend.
"Who would you like me to call?" Severus asked Louis as he took a seat beside the desk.
"Cinnamon!" Draco called out the elf to help with the decorations.
"Is the storm over?" Marley poked her head around the doorway. "What did you do knock her out?" She laughed as she watched Lucius cradle her carefully in his arms.
"In a manner of speaking," Lucius said while watching Hermione peacefully sleeping in his arms. He held her tighter to his chest.
"What does that mean?" Marley's face became darker with suspicion.
"Uncle Sev laced her tea with a calming draught," Draco answered absent-mindedly, then took in her stormy face. "She was stressing too much and it's not good for the babies," that felt odd coming out of his mouth. He was going to be a brother. He smiled to himself. He was finally going to have siblings.
"Babies?! Then why is she knocked out?!" Marley demanded to know.
"Take the baby part up with him," Harry pointed to the eldest Malfoy. Marley glared at the man. "Calming draughts do that to her," Harry said. "She will be awake in three hours," he reassured her.
Hermione would again like to apologise if she has offended anyone, especially those whose name happens to be Agnes.