Love at Second Sight

This is the SEQUEL to Love is Blind, biotches (kidding!). If you found this and don't understand it, read the story Love is Blind. Trust me, it's pretty good.

Without any further ado, reader…Here is Love at Second Sight…

Sitting in an upright position, Hermione was faced with her arch-rival, Lucius Malfoy: the man who caused her husband so much anguish, so much depression and he looked oh-so please with himself.

"Ms. Granger, I don't doubt that you have some questions for me so I will let you ask your questions." No matter how many people he had assaulted, cursed, murdered, or raped, Lucius Malfoy did have some sort of moral code.

"How? Mr. Malfoy, you've been dead for ten or so years now, why come back now?" Keep him busy, the deep voice echoed in her head. He's such a narcissist

Lucius twirled his wand with a bored air, sighing.
"I coined you a bright mudblood but apparently not. You've heard of Ut Erigo silenti etc enchantation, no?" Hermione nodded. "Well, I had the driveling piece of human excrement" Hermione snorted; only Lucius Malfoy would say "human excrement" and mean it, "that is Peter Pettigrew do it."

"How could he," A sharp blow impacted on her cheek, making a terrible crack. Don't ever interrupt him. Granger, you and your Gryffindor anxiousness. The Dark Mark on his arm shows he has no moral code. Trust me, I know him and the mark; I have one.

"Patience, my dear mudblood. Watch the stone wall." Lucius waved his wand and murmured, "Ostendo sum ut mihi specialis of preteritus."

The ugly slate wall melted away to reveal a sniveling Peter Pettigrew, kneeling facing north she presumed. Gathering a small pile of dirt and inserting a hair in the pile, he snapped his left fingers; as a smoky manifestation rose up, Peter took a jagged edge remnant of a mirror and slit his wrist. Uttering the last words of 'Of meus vita EGO tribuo vobis.', his porcine body shuddered and laid flat. Walking out of the smoke arose the aristocratic Lucius, brushing off his suit Within the blink of an eye, his body shimmered away from the confines of dark, dungy Azkaban.

"So you had him die for you?"

"Quite the contrary; it was a glamour. But Peter was not cautious like I advised him and I had to kill him."

Hermione snorted, "More like wanted to. You know you love murdering. Admit it Lucius."

Lucius walked to a corner and sighed. He turned, a look of malevolence adorning his features.

"To that I will admit. But I will also will tell you I have never had better satisfaction than killing your five children. Shocked, you look, Ms. Granger; your face is reminding of theirs."

"Lucius, could you really do it?"

"Do what, Ms. Granger?"

"Rape me…I can see it in your eyes." DON'T GIVE HIM ANY MORE SUGGESTIONS LIKE THAT? ARE YOU TRYING TO BE RAVAGED? DAMN ALL GRYFFINDORS TO THE DEEPEST HELLS!

Hermione flinched at the man screaming at her in thought speak.

"In due time, in due time; right now, you and I are going to discuss things. Moreover, my plans; by the time I'm finished speaking, you'll wished I would have killed you. I cannot promise that you will not escape unscathed, but you will leave. You will return; by the time you do return to wherever home is…it I'll be far too late to salvage the ruins."

"There are more deatheaters rising?"

"Rising, is the incorrect form, Granger; it is raised. From the ashes, rises the phoenix. The New Order of the Phoenix if you will. Your husband will never see it coming." A laugh rolled from his perfect white teeth.

An: The BOLD text is someone speaking to Hermione from Hogwarts via thought-speak. Guess who it is and I will update faster. Review it's like crack for a writer.