Disclosure Hp belongs to JKR. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

The day from Hell part 1-

The other Malfoy

He was a little cold, even with the fur clothes he wore and a warming charm, but it was worth it. He knew the dea and didn't care. He would have the chance to save his father, his cousin, and the twins. Never mind the chance at his dream witch. He had no qualms about the terms, why should he, the Malfoy magic had certain advantages.

Plus he could only imagine how angry Draco would be. He grinned, remembering Draco nearly sliced when he asked about her. He told Draco they could make a deal, and that made the spoiled brat angrier. He felt warmer, but he hoped they would come out to the surface soon. He figured out he would be there before lunch time. He chuckled, delighted. His ride asked, "Are you happy? You have not laughed in ages."

"Happy not really, delighted is a better word. My luck is changing."

The Duo

Just around that time, Harry and Ron, who had been drinking in a Mexican restaurant in Muggle London, decided to hire the mariachi players to sing outside of her flat. They had watched a Muggle flick of señoritas serenaded by their beaus and how the babes melted at listening to the romantic gesture.

Both the Mariachis and the wizards had all drunk too much tequila that evening. They4 fell asleep inside the large van belonging to the group, right outside Hermione's flat. They had also brought the three witches they had picked up earlier that evening. Not the smartest of moves, bringing other witches to serenade Hermione.

A Muggle constable's car stopped by the bus; they didn't see an apparent problem, so they left; they would come back later and check.

The band members woke up; it wasn't long before the bus drove away, and left a heap of five people in the front of an empty yard, during a rather chilly night.

So it begins. 6:30 A.M. Dark Tidings

They had slept less than four hours when Mipzy came into the room. The Aurors were there, but she hadn't seen the masters so happy since a long time ago, so that she decided to tell the wizards, who waited, to come back later.

Mipzy was dreaming, she hoped for a new mistress to make babies, what a good thing for all. The witch was young, so how about two or three babies, that way she wouldn't have to share her ward with the other greedy house-elves. Longer bedtime meant more time to make babies, and that was a good thing.

Lucius heard someone in the room, but he was too tired. This wasn't his room, he was disoriented, was someone in bed with him? Had Cissi come back? Gods she felt good, it was nice to have a warm, soft body next to his.

His hand traced her face and touched her hair, "Soft," he whispered and remembered. It was the young witch, he brought her closer to him, and Draco moved with her like she had a magnet.

Gods, she smelled so good, and he had been so lonely. First time in years that he slept more than two hours without a break; hopefully, this wasn't one of his lonesome dreams.

Not ten minutes had gone by when Mipzy was back with Axel, this time.

"Sir, Master," they called him in unison with rather loud and screechy voices.

Camellia was fully awake at the intrusion; the unfamiliar voices had upset her and started her hellacious barking, guaranteed to give you a heart attack. It was a good thing that she knew the rule of no-head popping in the bedroom or fighting with Cross, or both were kicked out to sleep in the family room.

"Oh my god, where am I?" Hermione shrieked, and no surprise, hearing Hermione's alarm, Camellia doubled her efforts.

Lucius stood up, "Everyone quiet, now." Camellia was now fueled with anger at Lucius' harsh tone and started a continuous low, angry growl.

"Right now, no barking," the elves were trying to talk to no avail. L'roy talked the barking maniac, 'As much as I like your sexy bark, the humans are unhappy, how about being nice to them and give it a rest?'

Camellia gave the owl a sharp look, but she knew L'roy was her superior and hadn't been born to this world. She didn't answer and ran to her mothers' arms. "Poor girl, you were scared, poor sweetie." Hermione petted her mongrel, which trembled in anger and fear of the big bully.

"Cunning girl," Draco laughed petting Camellia's head.

He was really in love with Granger, and couldn't believe the witch not only slept by his side, but he also had held her close to his heart; he couldn't wait till the ceremony. It was a dream come thru after years of wanting and loving her in the dark. This was a happy time in a life gone dark years ago, during a past best left alone.

How he wished not to have the Dark Mark. He worried about her reaction. He was still peeved with his dad, inviting Mr. Beautiful. Damn Henri, every witch who saw him, wanted him; he heard Daphne and Pansy saying so. But the arrogant idiot was not interested in anyone but his witch. Thank goodness he was far away. Draco felt like the ugly duckling around the nasty piece. He dared to tell him he wasn't adverse…never mind. What was his father saying?

"What on earth are you two doing in here? I specifically gave instructions that I should only be awoken if Aurors came, or you were dealing with a life and death situation." Lucius asked more than irritated. They needed the extra hour of sleep; it was still dark, and the time read 6:30 A.M. They had only three hours of sleep. Little did he know things were about to take a nasty turn.

"Sir, the Aurors are waiting outside. They be looking for Missy Grangy." The house-elf spoke with forcefulness.

Hermione was suddenly afraid; something must have happened to her mother. She had left a note at the door and one by the floo; and tried to remember, yes the Floo was open for emergencies.

"Bring us robes, now; tell them we will all be down in a few minutes." Lucius ordered. He had a bad feeling about today; he had foreseen all kinds of obstacles. After all, that had been his way of life, ever since the snake monster took residence at his home. Nothing ever went well because his evil still stained their lives. plus there was the naughty thing he had done.

Draco put his arms around her, she was shaking, and her body was very cold. "Princess is probably nothing major. Maybe a neighbor called them, or your boyfriends did; ahem, your former beaus that is."

She had to smile, "Yes that might be the case." She agreed. Draco held her just a little longer, his hands travelled down. "No knickers, I wished I had known." His voice was very low; he tried to control his lust before he got out of bed.

She whispered, "I never wear any to bed."

He chuckled, "Good piece of information, next time, nothing at all."

"You two, enough, up and let's go. This is worse that taking Draco and his friends to a Quidditch game when they were seven." He smiled, happy to see Draco so alive. He was feeling good himself. He would be content just to be able to sleep with them once in a while. There was something about the witch; he couldn't figure it out, but she was pure magic and spread goodwill wherever she went, even with her annoying self-righteousness; he hoped for a little darkness later on.

-Aurors and problems-

There were three Aurors; one was Seamus, and two more aurors she didn't know.

"Hermione, we are glad you are okay. Harry and Ron are in a Muggle jail. The Ministry was contacted. They were picked up after they started singing with three witches from the Ministry, outside of your home. Apparently they had brought a musical group that was no where to be found. You need to go and get them."

"I won't, that is their problem." Hermione couldn't believe it, singing with three witches.

"Mr. Kingsley said that you must, you and Mr. Draco Malfoy. He said that it is your department, and you two are our Muggle law experts." The older Auror intervened.

"I will go after I sleep some more." Hermione was fuming.

"Kingsley ordered us to tell that you must go now, here is a purse of Muggle money. He doesn't want a magazine or the press getting a wind of this. One of the witch's is his wife's daughter." Seamus gave her a velvet bag, "I am sorry to bother you during your holidays, here is the address. Kingsley said to take a hired car."

After Seamus was gone, Hermione's hair was crackling with anger. "Dirty rats, sewer rats, vermin, scum of the earth, bottom dwellers, creepy crawlers…" She continued her tirade while Lucius and Draco sat down to feast their eyes on the witch's pacing and raging. In her night robe her breasts bounced with every step; both thought she looked beautiful, her face lightly flushed, hair wild and crackling, and her eyes shone. Their mind was already imagining her on their bed. On the other hand, they both made a mental note not to get on her bad side.

"You two, go right now. Draco you drive, or have Axiom drive you. I will get the car ready for you." Lucius was already walking the other way, "Father, have Axiom drive us, I want to take a nap." Draco smiled sneakily.

"Draco, don't get any ideas, remember our dear witch needs to be, err, intact tonight." Lucius wondered if he could trust Draco, he looked at him, narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw, not fighting today, I must stay calm to gather good energy.

"You shouldn't trust me under normal circumstances, but I know what are the stakes, human lives." Draco winked an eye and left to get ready.

a/n so far so good.

-More visitors bringing dark tidings-

Lucius decided he had at least half hour of sleep left, so he stretched at the library and was asleep in a minute.

Twenty minutes had gone by when the Floo was activated, right at the library.

"Son, are you back already?" Mumbled Lucius, nobody answered, and in seconds someone was kissing his lips. He knew right away who it was, and it didn't feel pleasant. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"What are you doing here? You don't suppose to come unannounced." He told Narcissa, "And please no kisses, we are no longer that kind of close." His face reflected his disgust.

"I am very tired, may I sleep for a few hours, and then we can talk. May I have my old room?" Narcissa asked, combing his hair with her hand, and lowering it to his neck. A slimy sensation crawled up his throat.

There was something about her that was foreign to him. It was the same impression that he felt after the battle. They really hadn't talked again. She was gone within two days, the entire affair had been handled by his solicitor.

He moved her hand. "Please refrain yourself from touching me, we aren't married. What happened to your Lestrange kin? " His voice was curt and clipped.

"So may I have a room?" She asked sweetly.

"No, you may not, please stay with one of your friends, or at your home and Floo later; today isn't a good day, I am quite busy." He wanted her gone. His mind was on the young witch whose presence soothed his soul. The battle was always with him, but with her presence, he had forgotten for a few hours and had been able to sleep.

"I don't feel safe at my place; this is precisely what I want to talk to you about." She asked again.

"Go to a hotel, to a friends' home, not here, go." He was done with her; he wanted her gone.

He called Axel, "Please make sure Miss Black is gone by the time I am down. Narcissa, I I might have half an hour but not today, call me later. Axel, I have a better idea, get Drexel to come and escort her out." With those words, he stood up to leave.

Drexel was one of the six brothers, and Axiom's brother. Their family had been loyal to the Malfoys for centuries. They were men, but their legs were of a goat. They were vegetarians, but by no means meek. They could tear a person's limbs as tearing up paper.

Narcissa had learned her lesson when he asked her to leave the house after the battle. She had refused but Drexel had showed her his non-friendly side, and she had left.

While the Snake was at their home, they just faded, one day there, the next day gone. But now they were back, and he was glad. They couldn't stay near evil; it hurt.

"Stay Lucius, I will talk to you now." Narcissa was pale and angry, "May I have a cup of tea."

"Axel, bring us a basket with rolls, butter, and jellies, a tea service for two." Lucius was exasperated; he was planning to make lists this morning. They had to start the ritual no later than eight P.M. (20:00), and there was much to do.

"I don't want to be rude, but my time is limited. If you need money, I will be glad to give you some." Something about Narcissa was off; he sent a mental call to L'roy. This is an act. I am nearly sure, come in unseen to her.

Surprisingly, the ever friendly Camellia kept growling from the corner where she sat. Lucius found it noteworthy; Draco had said Camellia was usually über-friendly, a pest. She had been known to even kiss Dolores; that was a feat. But why? Cissy had always been good with all the dogs; and dogs had liked her during their years together.

He wished that he had a mental link with the furry thing. Lucius agreed with Draco; Camellia was more than a dog; after all, Cerberus was her grandfather. At that thought, Camellia jumped and plopped at his side. She stretched her front paws, set her head on top of them, and made a show of a growl, displaying her double row of mini-shark teeth.

She didn't like Cissy. Lucius wondered, Maybe that is not Narcissa; and the dog growled in answer. It sounded like, I agree, surprising.

"What an ugly beast and unfriendly on top, you surround yourself with the strangest of creatures," commented Narcissa wrinkling her nose, and as second thought, she smiled apologetically and started talking.

"First and foremost I need you to forgive me. I'm not sure how I ended up with Harry; I was upset at all the death around us, and felt terribly afraid of dying and losing Draco." She checked him for the effect of her words; and she couldn't tell if her words were having any sort of impact.

"Narcissa, if you came here to seek forgiveness, I forgave you long ago; sadly, the day you betrayed me, with no words of apology or an explanation, that same day, my love for you left me. I would have understood it as a reaction to grief, had you explained. It was impossible to comprehend, when not even once, I'd betrayed you. So be gentle with yourself and leave. If what you need is more money, as Draco's mother I will gladly help you."

Lucius wanted her to go; whatever he had with Narcissa was dead, and his heart was taken, it happened some years back, when a young witch made an act of humanity, of caring for those needing comfort. Something had changed inside him at that moment, and finally understood Draco's long fascination with the petite witch.

Narcissa's attitude changed at once. "Ah, so it is true. You are taken with the Mudblood," her demeanor had changed, and she was cold and, well, she was different, yet, familiar?

"I still have my loyal ones, and apparently you found a hidden room, and why are you behaving so; ah, is she here now?"

Camellia stood up, and the two extra heads popped, Lucius nearly jumped back, it was a first, but Draco had already seen it. A deep growl came, in triplicate, and Narcissa gasped, ever the lady, no screams.

"You are getting stranger and stranger, what is that? A demon or what?" however, she refrained from further comments at seeing Lucius face.

Lucius anger rose, "You need to leave right now and trust me, once I find out those who aren't loyal, telling you what goes on here, they might find that their stay on this realm is over. As for you, I want you out. Ax—"

He stopped when he saw her wand out. Camellia was ready to attack when Narcissa casted a "Petrificus Totalus" that hit the small dog, and she fell down frozen.

"If you hurt the dog, you will have to answer to me. I will take care of you personally. Don't do something stupid, leave right now, and you can leave in one piece. I really don't recognize you. I am leaving the room and taking the girl with me." He bent and picked up the dog, to his amazement she was limbering up, not so stiff any longer. Where were L'roy, Drexel, or any of them?

"Not so fast my dear, I want you to take me by the room, and show me what you found. Tsk, Tsk, don't think about going for your wand." Narcissa told him.

"I haven't seen you this aggressive since Hogwarts, must be your current company. After all, the madness of your dear departed sister, a sorry excuse for a witch, must have rubbed off on Lestrange brothers." Lucius grimaced; the turn of events was disgusting. He should have seen something coming.

"My sister, she was a good witch who endured too much. She believed and had a calling for the truth, or maybe she suffered too much. I don't like you talking like that about her." Cissy was clearly furious about her sister.

"That is stretching it some. However, I am going to give you one more chance to go. I won't be alone for long, and if you are still here, I am turning you in to the Aurors." Lucius warned her.

"The Aurors, are you hiding behind their robes? Ah, It is the new you, a coward," and she cackled, a mad laughter. A cold stream of fear and recognition ran through Lucius veins.

"Bellatrix, you are Bella, where is Narcissa? Have you taken Polyjuice? You were killed, how can this be?" Lucius spoke without thinking.

"Have you gone mad? Bella is dead," Narcissa looked at him, her eyes lacked warmth and a nasty smirk completed her look. Lucius observed her with care. Narcissa now wore her hair loose, rather messy. Her clothes were elegant, yet not her style, since when did she wear a bustier under her open robe? They were almost mourning clothes, and very little makeup, this wasn't the Cissi he knew.

"If you are Narcissa, what did I tell you the day we got married, at the reception? You should remember since we talked about it quite often." Lucius dared her.

"I am not playing your games Lucius, keep going." The alleged Narcissa pushed him out the room.

a/n hope you are enjoying it.