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Hermione opened her eyes to see a blond angle asleep. His platinum hair fell in his eyes the cover covered only his lower half. His wand lay near the bed with in seconds of reach. Does this man ever get any peace? He is not...Hermione stopped her thoughts at the sound of Ron and Harry blasting the doors off of their hinges.
Within seconds, the sleeping angel stood in his full glory with the dark red wand in his hand ready to kill the male half of the Golden trio. The anger filled his steel eyes, "Get out of my house."
"Lucius..." Hermione pleaded.
"Shut up." He looked towards his child bride.
"You will not talk to Hermione that way." Ron stepped in.
"I will talk and treat my wife anyways I please. Get out of my house." He aimed his wand at the red head.
"We will stop you if you try to hurt Hermione." Harry stood beside Ron and drew his wand.
"Don't think that I won't hurt you Potter." Lucius warned.
"You have no one to stand by your side." Harry smirked.
"Think again Potter." Severus, Draco and Pansy walked into the room with there wands drawn.
"Stop," Hermione cried, "I can't stand this. Harry, Ron please wait out side for me. Professor, can you get Pansy and Draco out for me"
"Listen to her." Lucius commanded.
The five scrambled out of the bedroom, "you can boss them around but you won't boss me around I don't give a fuck who you think you are." She grabbed her wand, "you can and will push me so far." She stood up with out fear. "Do you understand what I am saying?"
"Yes Hermione," he listened to her threats.
"You will give me respect in every manner do you under stand?" She started shaking her wand at him.
"The way we act in public will be different from how we act in private. I don't care what you do but I will tell you what to do when are in public together. Yes, Draco will know that truth about how I treat you but Severus will think that I treat you like a mudblood like the other Death Eater." His words came out laced with venom.
"You can scare others put you won't scare me." She called for her clothes, "I am going out for the day and I will be traveling with Harry and Ron do I make my self clear." She threw on a pair of tight blue jeans and a black sweater.
"Crystal." He watched her lace her muggle boots.
"What are you looking at?" She rammed her left foot into the other shoe.
Anybody could see the anger in her eyes as she looked at her husband.
"A muggle born who stands up for what she believes in." He walked to the bedroom door.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She stood up and waved her wand above her hair causing it to fall down her back in ways.
"Walking down to breakfast care to join?" He smirked as he claimed the dark robe from the wall.
"Fine, see you when ever?" She walked past him.
"Yes and try to find some decent clothes to wear. The muggle outfits will be thrown out." He looked at her backside as she walked in front of him.
"Then stop looking at what you like." She moved her hips seductively.
"In less you want a repeat performance from last night I suggest that stop shaking you hips in that manner." He reached out for a pinch.
"Nope you don't like muggle clothing." She teased.
"Your right I like what is under the clothes." He smirked.
"What is it with the Malfoys and that smirk?" She turned around and faced her husband. "Draco has the same mouth problem just like you."
"You should have met my father then." Lucius smiled, "the old man would have loved you."
"But your family hates muggle born witches and wizards."
"Say that to the Mudblood mistresses that walked the halls. He fell in love with one. I was eighteen when she walked into this house she never left. Father said muggle born witches love the hardest and the longest. My mother hated the old man with such a passion she killed the dark haired beauty. Father cast her way saying that 'you were just a brood mare and nothing will change.' The next day she killed her self." Lucius stopped walking, "when she died I felt a part of me die. I am saying that I loved my father but my mother deserved what she got. The dark haired woman acted like my mother she told me that she could never have a son like me."
"You never hated muggle born witches did you?" She smiled.
"No but I had to keep the Malfoy image just like my father.'
"What was her name?" Hermione Asked.
"Fantasía."
"Fancy or Fantasy in Spanish." Hermione looked up at him.
"You can speak Spanish" He looked down at her.
"Sí Lucius, y mucha más." Yes Gentleman Malfoy, and many more She let the words flow from her mouth.
"Mexico I think?" He smiled at her knowledge.
"Yes my family lived in Mexico for a few years before they moved here. My best friend taught me what I know. She married young and her husband forbidden her to talk to me and I haven't seen or heard from her for years." Sorrow filled her words.
"Why don't you just go visit her?" The thought for a Honeymoon came to mind.
"The war started and time flew and I can't remember where she lives. I know the city Tampico, Mexico. I guess when this war is finally over I can go find her and give her abusive husband a piece of my mind." She walked down the stairs.
"I have a change of plans I have to go to work. See you to night." He went back to the room and closed the door.
"Hermione are you alright?" Ron ran up to her and hugged her.
"Yes Ronny I am fine. But next time you decide to visit give us an advanced warning would you?"
"Yes Hermione." Harry leaned against the door.
"What no hung from the golden boy?" Hermione placed her hands on her hips.
"Sorry Madam Malfoy you are a married woman." He held his arms out to her.
"Don't give me that shit." She ran and wrapped her arms around his neck as he swung her around.
"How's the married life?" Harry placed her on the ground and messed her hair up.
"Just," she said sacristy, "great. How is Ginny?" Hermione smiled.
"Huge." Ron joined the crowed.
"Harry what did you do knock up your whore." Draco just had to add his two cents worth in.
"Sorry but I don't have whores like you I have a wife who doesn't spread her legs to the world." Harry screamed back.
"You weren't saying that back in Hogwarts." Pansy threw her words in.
"Yes I was."
"Hey can't forget me. I think every boy had a turn with you Pansy." Ron yawned.
"That is my wife." Draco drew his wand.
"I don't care who wife she is she is still the same whore from school." Hermione added. "Hey I am you stepmother and I can ground you from money." Hermione laughed at his paled face. She then turned her childish face towards Harry and Ron, "I need to be by my self."
My grammar for the Spanish parts will mostly likely be wrong but if you know differently, do tell and I will change. Um...um..., I was going to say something else...oh thanks for the reviews and please read & review. I know that I haven't written and I am truly sorry for that and I hope to review sooner. Thanks rebel.