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Black & White

I am one with the world tonight
I am proud to be this far from you

you say that you have no regrets
but I know that you do
you told me someone stole the eye
I know him too

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, feeling as though she was playing a childhood game where you were invisible when you closed your eyes. She heard Ron's ragged breathing and the clicking sound from Lucius black boots.

"Get out of my room you filthy, pervert, death eater, bastard!" Ron hissed through clenched teeth.

"Manners, Weasley," Lucius drawled in an icy tone.

"If you don't leave this instant then you'll regret it," Ron whispered in a threatening voice, which broke several times when the redhead had to cough and draw breath, due to some strange oxygen loss.

"I'll give you some advice, Weasley, even though I don't normally like to talk with your kind off filth, don't stand in my way boy, because in your state I'd crush you like the irritating bug you are." Lucius was perfectly calm, as if he and Ron were chitchatting about the weather, and not threatening to crush him.

"I'm going to kill you, you are soooo dead!" Ron growled, his tight grip around Hermione loosened and she knew from earlier experience that he was about to attack Lucius.

"Ron… don't…" She pleaded, still keeping her eyes firmly shut.

"By all means, Weasley, have a go," Lucius' laugh echoed in Ron's little room, Hermione knew that that blasted smirk was pasted upon his lips.

Hermione knew that there would be fighting next and hung on to Ron, thus stopping him from throwing himself at Lucius. Ron struggled against her, trying to break free, but Hermione knew that Ron's health was in Jeopardy and fought hard to hold him in place.

"Hermione! Let go of me! I'll crush him!" Ron growled and tugged at her arm, which was wrapped around his neck.

"Tut, tut, Weasley, you can't even beat a girl, what makes you think that you'll stand a chance against me?" Lucius asked in a mocking tone.

Ron growled and Hermione had no chance to stop him when he tore himself loose from her grip and then threw himself from the bed. Hermione turned around and found Lucius Malfoy in the doorframe. He had his long, blond hair tied back with an emerald coloured velvet ribbon, his black cape hung from his shoulders and his expensive clothes were perfect as always, his boots were black and his hands were clad in black leather. He held his snake headed cane in a lazy manner, but she knew that inside that cane he hid a deadly weapon. Ron was just one or two meters from Lucius when a shrill and very familiar voice broke up the moment:

"RONALD!"

Hermione heard thumping footsteps and then a door that slammed shut. She saw a crying Mrs Weasley whom brushed past Lucius Malfoy as if he was air and then threw herself at her protesting son. Hermione watched them, Molly cried, laughed and cried a little more before she could collect herself and withdraw from her numb son. After a couple of seconds Mrs Weasley seemed to remember something and that angry wrinkle in her forehead became visible.

"Ronald Weasley! What are you doing wandering around? You should be in bed!"

"I'm fine, mum!" Ron snarled and an angry blush crept over his cheeks.

Hermione's eyes tracked Lucius Malfoy whom still stood in the doorframe, amusingly watching the little family reunion. Oh how she wished that she could wipe away that smirk which played on his lips.

"Bed – NOW!" Mrs Weasley growled and took a protesting Ron with her to his hospital bed and then forced him to lie down and tugged the sheets around him.

Hermione stared wide eyed, poor Ron, a mother like that couldn't be easy to handle. But on the other hand she was very grateful that she had arrived because only god knew what would have happened otherwise.

"Who told you about me being awake?" Ron asked in a low tone.

"Oh that was so unexpected you see… because it was…"

"I did you that favour, Weasley," Lucius Malfoy drawled from his post in the doorframe.

"OH! Mr Malfoy, I didn't see you there," Mrs Weasley greeted coolly.

"I'm just here to bring my fiancée to our meeting," Lucius answered in a frosty tone.

"To bring your…?" Mrs Weasley finally recognized Hermione's presence, her eyes widened and then she rose from Ron's bed and stalked forward to Hermione and hugged her tight. "My dear child, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there… I was so caught up with the fact that my dear little Ronniekins woke up!"

"I understand…" Hermione whispered.

"Touching indeed but we have an appointment, Hermione – the law remember? And I'm not keen upon the fact that you already have ignored one off our meetings, with two today."

"You won't take this poor girl anywhere!" Molly snarled and put a comforting hand around Hermione's shoulders.

"You are going against the law, Weasley," Lucius sneered and took one or two steps forward.

"You are going to leave this room this instant!" Molly shouted and pointed towards the door, "I don't accept your presence here!"

"You won't get away with this, Weasley, mark my words, mark my words!" Lucius threatened, he spun on his heel and his black coat swirled around him as he, with a huge bang, slammed the door shut.

"T-t-thank you, Mrs Weasley," Hermione stuttered, "b-b-but won't you get into trouble because off this?"

"Nothing to worry about, dearest," Mrs Weasley smiled, "Soon everyone will be here and celebrate Ron's awakening… but until they arrive – what about a nice piece of pie?"


I've come to the conclusion, yes I know
That between black and white
There is no room for two
The scale it might be wide
But there's no need to be blind
Between black and white there is no room for two

I leave all the grey behind
I see clear, I know that I'll find

You shouldn't play with fire because you could get burned, a very fitting term, but fire wasn't enough to describe Lucius Malfoy's mood right now. Outraged or livid was maybe fitting because right now Lucius Malfoy had a serious desire too kill something.

'That won't come cheap – I'll get her…' he thought as he walked through the black corridors of St. Mungo's hospital, 'No It won't come cheap; I'll wait for her here, no matter how long her visit will be, I'll get her… and that infernal Weasley woman will pay dearly for daring to crossing my path.'

He stopped in the shadow; from there he had a marvellous view over the entrance to that Weasley brat's room. These dark corridors were exactly what he needed… dark corridors… he recalled that Hermione showed some interesting signs of extra fear whilst being in the dark, that was something Lucius found very interesting.

Minutes passed him by before something happened, that annoying boy wonder and his redheaded fiancée arrived and later the whole remaining Weasley family including that stuck up perfect Percy and that Veela-related woman one of the older Weasley brother had married. Now the long wait began, he watched and waited, watched and waited…


You claim that you are innocent
But tell me who aren't
You think that you're going to be saved
There's no such thing as a saint

Black and White
There's nothing in between
Black and White
Nothing's what it seems

She didn't feel well; the celebrating had been going on for hours. Mrs Weasley's wonderful pies, cookies, gateaux and the like were mixed in a cheerfully mood with butterbeer and fire whiskey. She didn't know how the fire whiskey had been introduced to the party, but she suspected that it had something to do with the twins.

Any how, she'd had enough now and needed a breath of fresh air because her head ached and that surge in her stomach told her that she probably would puke soon. What had her mother told her? Don't mix alcohol with gateaux because you'll get sick.

'Oh my sweet Merlin! I just had some small drinks of butterbeer, what's this? I didn't even touch that bottle of fire whisky!' She thought as she punched the door to Ron's room open.

"Oy…! Mione where ya goin'? The party's just started!" Fred called from the other side of the room.

"Out! My head aches!" She called back in an angry tone, "And by the way! What did you spike that butterbeer with?"

"Noching! I did noching! It was all Gorgech idea, I schwear!" Fred answered in a drunken slur, "Juscht a tiny bit of alcohol to get this party schtarted…"

"I thought so," Hermione grumbled and exited the room on unsteady legs.

'Wonderful, just wonderful – an empty hospital corridor without lamps or even torches!' She thought and stared into the complete darkness, 'My luck I suppose, some how I always find myself in some abandoned, dark, creepy corridor! Damn my luck!'

'You'll just turn around, nice and slow and enter Ron's room again and nothing bad will happen to you,' she inwardly told herself and turned around to enter the room again.

Everything happened so fast, first she stood in front of the door, almost touching the door handle and then she heard the sound of boots against floor. Someone pulled her into a tight grasp and then a voice spoke:

"Aparishun."

She should have known, yes known that this would happen. She didn't even bother to guess by whom she'd been taken; Lucius of course. She could smell him, always that proper smell of aftershave and neatly washed (if not) new clothes.

Everything went black as they apparated. She felt a surge in the pit of her stomach. She felt ill, even more now then before, but god be damned if she puked now. It was a shaky ride, darkness and light mixed in a strange combination.

Suddenly they hit ground, she (whom already was unsteady due to the twins' practical joke) was about to fall to the ground but Lucius strong arms kept her from falling. He let go of her, taking a few steps backwards, allowing her to adjust herself.

Her eyes travelled over the room, a room which apparently was some sort of living room or the like. In a corner a huge, green, old-fashioned sofa with ebony sofa legs was placed, along the walls huge cabinets with crystal windows were positioned. Behind those windows she spotted a huge collection of expensive liquor, such as whiskey and brandy. She spotted a pair of huge windows which were draped with emerald green velvet draperies. On the wall she saw numerous of paintings depicting strict, sneering and steel-eyed men.

'Just as if it weren't enough with one pair of those horrible eyes in this room,' she thought hatefully.

She squirmed as he suddenly reached out and grabbed her jaw, forcing her eyes to meet his. Inside those irises a winter storm raged, she recognized that winter storm; fury.

"One doesn't neglect me, Hermione… don't you ever forget that, never!" His eyes narrowed and the grip became almost painful.

"Let go of me!" She managed and gripped round his arm in a pitiful attempt to make him let go.

"You know I won't…" He smiled against her, a creepy smile, almost nice, "I won't hurt you with hexes and curses… but I know your worst fears, deep down inside you're hiding them, never letting them show… but I've seen them, I can smell your fear… its sweet, oh so sweet."

She wriggled as his hand pinched her cheeks, it hurt, not as a hex would but still she felt the stinging, and that pain caused by someone's bare hand, and that scared her. Something caused by a wand was something different, more effective and painful, but doing it the "muggle way" had always frightened her more. Had to be something she'd been fed with since her earliest years, fed with the fear of a psychical blow, or the fear of a slicing knife… blood on someone's hands, the manic sparkle within someone's eyes just before the final stab with a butcher knife or axe… her first "real" nightmare had been about Jack the Ripper.

"Oh yes, that's it… remember, Hermione, I can see it in your eyes that you understand… I'm not a pleasant person when I'm angry… not pleasant at all."

"You are sick…" She whispered, "Sick and sadistic, how can one find pleasure in someone's fear? That desire I can see in your eyes, how is that possible?"

"Fear, knowledge and money… three keys to power… dominance is power; you'll get dominance through fear…" Lucius smiled and let go of her cheeks, "My desire for you is deep because you deny me yourself… I'll show you everything about desire, my desire in just a few days….until then I want you to be a good girl and behave."

Black and White
There's nothing in between
Black and White
Nothing's what it seems

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