What Wandless Magic Can Do Disclaimer: Ne touchez pas! I don't own anything but the hologram of Lucius and little 'Silla.
A scream went the silent night air, startling the young lady in the Head Girl's room awake. Eyes rapidly scanning the room, she searched for the source of the banshee howl. Seeing nothing moving within the room, she gently nudged her companion. Screams in the night were not unusual at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry-what with the large population of ghosts and other fantastical beings, but something about this one made her tremble with fear. The one sharing her bed was still sound asleep. He made a sound very much like a sigh and shifted position, but other than that showed no signs of stirring. "Wake up!" Hermione Granger said, poking more firmly. His eyes finally opened, and he opened his mouth as if to speak, but he was silenced by a second scream. Closer this time....
He got up, out of bed, quietly. Slowly.
"Hermione?" he whispered.
"NO! Stop it! You CAN'T...."
"I CAN and I WILL, you Mudblood bitch."
He knew that voice, Lucius Malfoy was here. Attacking Hermione. Severus followed their voices and found them in a vicious struggle. Hermione's robes were ripped in many places. His left forearm was bare, Severus could see his former companion's Dark Mark clearly. Lucius had an evil glint in his eyes.
"LUCIUS! Stop this madness! Can't you see that it's 3 in the morning?! What right have you to interrupt my wife's sleep in this manner?!" He had never been known to attempt an assault in such a loud manner at this hour.
He walked over the man who was attacking his wife, and placed his hand on the man's shoulder, at which point, the man flickered and faded away. A hologram.
"What was that Hermione? Why was Lucius here?"
"I'm sorry Sev. I miss how it was between us. I wanted to feel the way I used to before Harry left and Hagrid died, when we were still young lovers. I wanted you to notice me like that again. But since 'Silla was born, you hardly notice me in the way you used to. All you care about is that damned Wizard's Weekly magazine and the pretty, SEXY, witches that grace that filth. I HATE it! YOU HEAR ME?!"
The baby's cries cut through their home, bringing Hermione back to the present. Severus realized it was the baby that had awakened them both to begin with.
"Hermione, ma cherie, come here." He opened his arms.
She went quietly into his arms and let him hold her as she cried her frustration away.
"I'm SO sorry Severus. I know you love me, but I just forgot how demanding working to stop Fudge can be. Veuillez me pardonner."
"Ne vous inquiétez pas, mon amour. How did you create the hologram of Lucius, Love? He was so real..." He asked her when her rage subsided.
"I remembered what you had said about fooling the enemy in your Death Eater days, I added some effective wandless magic to make myself appear to be attacked by Lucius and I also made him appear to be talking back to me, it wasn't hard." She answers him as they go to check on their infant daughter, Priscilla Severina. Then the pair made their way to their chambers.
Sleep overtook the two in the bed