According to the Healer, there was no damage to her as far as having children, but had it continued, there could have been irreversable damage. Harry was livid. He chose to stay overnight with her, even staying in the same bed, it didn't matter to him because they slept close together most of the time anyway. "I love you, Harry," Azadeh whispered.
"I love you, too"
Lucius had been whipped and tortured with the crucio curse, but not once did he yell, he only grunted and sighed. Voldemort looked at him, "YOU IMBECILE! I ask you to do ONE THING, ONE! To retrieve information, and you NEARLY KILL MY SOURCE FOR THE POTION WE MAKE! The source to extend your lives, the source to magic that I have YET TO UNCOVER! That GIRL is worth more than you or Draco combined! Her power is still growing, being able to offer powerful offspring that would be put into my fold and you NEARLY DESTROY THAT AS WELL!"
"She was immune to the truth syrum, my lord," Lucius breathed out.
"As much as I don't mind your methods, Lucius, especially in the past, they have served me well...THIS was just a little different. There are other ways to skin a cat, but you only saw one because of your jealousy, even HARRY handled himself with more restraint! May I remind you why I discourage strong feelings like this? Because it causes stupidity like YOURS!...STRIKE HIM AGAIN!"
Lucius was finally let go and he made his way to his mansion. He thought about Azadeh, if she had been there, she would have taken care of him, healed him...but she wasn't. He had taken two steps back from his plan, all because he lost his temper. But suprisingly, Draco showed up and helped him to his room to lie down.
"So, I take it the Dark Lord and yourself had a little chat," Draco drawled.
Lucius only narrowed his eyes and put his feet up on the bed, lying back.
"I suppose you want to know how she is?"
He nodded.
"Well, let's see. She had three broken ribs, one of which punctured an organ, a fractured jaw, a split lip, sprained wrist, and bruises all along her stomach, legs, and back. She's staying overnight at St. Mungo's, they've healed most of the damage. Harry's spending the night with her, so, she'll be fine...," Draco drawled. "As for the emotional damage you caused...well, we all know how famous you are for getting your desired results, especially out of women. Happy?"
Lucius frowned.
"Oh, you're not? I thought you'd be ecstatic, considering how much EFFORT you put into it!" he glared at his father.
"BE QUIET!" Lucius snapped. "I lost control, that is all, I don't even remember DOING IT!"
"So, that makes it alright, does it? YOU ARE NEARLY THREE TIMES HER SIZE, SHE'S A SLIP OF A GIRL!"
"She can defend herself well enough for a 'slip of a girl'," he hissed.
"NOT with that bracelet on, and you KNOW IT," Draco hissed back.
"You're awefully concerned about her, Draco...so what is it? Hoping to get a good shag behind your partner's back?"
"How I FEEL is none of your concern, at least I have enough common sense to know where I stand and when to stand there. Your obssession in trying to get her back is going to have you killed!"
"I could have been killed tonight," Lucius drawled. "BUT...it didn't happen."
"You're LUCKY you're one of the Dark Lord's favorites then...but it's starting to waver again because of all the stupid things you've been doing because of HER. If anything, you'll GET HER KILLED because she effects you so much...Harry is at least keeping it under control most of the time."
"Harry has her, I'd be as calm too if she were mine."
"But she IS NOT! You need to let it go...you told me to, in your own way and I lived with it, didn't I?"
"WHY are you here?" Lucius glared.
"Because, even though you're a rotten bastard, I'm still your son..."
"Came to see if you had gotten your inheritance early?"
Draco shook his head and sighed, "as appealing as that thought can be at times...no. And as Azadeh always said about you, 'you're to mean to die.' So I don't waste my time hoping."
"Said that, did she?"
"All the time, she talked to me a lot when you were gone."
Lucius tensed. "DID YOU DO ANYTHING ELSE?" he hissed.
"Not really."
"DEFINE 'not really'."
"Not really...we were close, but not in the way YOU would define 'close'. She trusted me and still does, good enough?"
"HOW?"
Draco was amazed, was he asking his own son HOW to get her trust him? "Because unlike YOU, I won it by listening to her, being there when she worried, making her feel like she counted...like HARRY does. I don't over-step my bounds, and as a reward...every once in a while...I can get closer." Lucius narrowed his eyes. "NOT like that, you dirty old man..."
Lucius smirked, "then what's the benefit?"
"It always has to be physical, doesn't it?"
"You always were too...emotional, like your mother..."
"Funny, I never saw that as a problem," Draco drawled.
The truth was, Draco and her did have intimate moments. The one time they were in Paris, Draco kissed her again. He had pulled her to a private place, wanting to talk about his father, they had talked about her fears of possibly marrying him. Then, he hugged her, and when she looked up at him, Draco just pressed his mouth over her's...and she returned the kiss. He forced his tongue into her mouth, but she accepted it and allowed him to kiss her deeper, causing her head to lean all the way back.
Draco held her tighter, dragging her further into the darkness, her feet slightly scraping the pavement. "Draco, wait...I," she was silenced by his mouth again, he was very much like his father in this area, when he got started, there was no stopping him. He was kissing her neck, and leaned her into the wall, spreading her legs slightly and pressing hard inbetween them. "Draco, we have to stop..."
"But I don't WANT TO," he moaned. "Please, I don't CARE..."
Azadeh was conflicted, she didn't want to necessarily stop because of Lucius...but because her heart belonged to someone else, a masked someone. And even though she cared about Draco, she did worry that if Lucius did find out, they would both be dead.
"Draco... I just know that if we do, you won't let me go...and I couldn't stand it if you hated me, and I KNOW you'd hate your father..."
"I could never hate you...," Draco took control over himself, which was very, very difficult right now. "I know you care about my father some what, but he'll hurt you...he's good at that. To watch you go through all that; he'll seek to control you and tame you..."
"But you and I both know I don't have a choice. What will you be, a secret lover? Sooner or later, your father will figure it out. Would you want to be with anyone else while you were 'with me'?"
"No...I probably wouldn't."
"And it would hurt you to see me go with your father every night to bed..."
"I wish he had given you to me..," he said sadly.
"I know"
Harry slept with one arm and one leg wrapped around Azadeh, and every time the door slightly opened, his head shot up and his eyes narrowed, only to realize it was a Healer. He then put his head back down just as quickly and shut his eyes again.
Magda, the Healer that had taken care of Azadeh last time, was the one to watch her again. 'God, it's creepy how Death Eaters respond...,' she thought.
In fact, it was creepy. They reacted like snakes themselves, their movements quick and unnatural, quick-tempered, agressive, their sex drives were rumored to be extremely high, and their over-protective nature of their mates was said to be just as bad, especially around other males they didn't know. Which was why when a Death Eater's wife or girlfriend was admitted for whatever reason, only female Healers were allowed to touch them. Magda figured that Azadeh did not see this side of him, she saw the side he wanted her to see, protecting her from his monsterous nature. She saw the way they hunted once, it sent chills down her spine...and HE, her husband, was in the front of it.
They had hunted, literally hunted this man and 'the right hand' had cornered him. When the man fought back, the Death Eater attacked him so fast, no one saw it coming. Then broke his neck like a twig, like it was nothing. Azadeh didn't see that part, and she most likely never would.
But she would slightly, in the morning...
The poor boy was new and didn't really know the rules of the Death Eaters, or the hospital rules of dealing with a Death Eater's woman. He just knew he had to take Azadeh to her appointment to have her next check up done. All he had to do was touch her arm to wake her up, trying to be curteous to the man sleeping next to her, the next thing he knew...the Death Eater had his hand around the boy's throat.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Harry was actually shaking with rage.
The boy's eyes were tearing, "I'm...I'm sorry, sir...but..." He couldn't breathe..."It's time for Ms. Azadeh's tests..."
"MRS. AZADEH...MISSES...," Harry snapped.
Azadeh woke up when she heard Harry's voice raised, she blinked her eyes open and then they widened when she noticed what was happening, "NO! STOP!" She knew better than to say his name outloud. "STOP!" Azadeh was now trying to pull his arm down off the young man's neck, but she couldn't. Harry only took his other hand, pinching the base of her skull and pinning her body with his to immobilize her, she winced in pain.
Female healers came finally and managed to break it up, the young man was coughing wildly and gasping for air. "WHAT THE HELL!" Magda came in. "Oh, don't tell me...WHO'S THE IDIOT THAT SCHEDULED DAVID TO TAKE AZADEH TO HER TESTS?" She tutted when she took a look at his neck, then turned to Harry, "You COULD control your temper...JUST A BIT. I'll take her, is that alright with you?"
Harry glared at her through his mask, but he finally released Azadeh from his grip and she looked at him in disbelief. "I'm sorry," was all he said, but he was saying it ONLY to her.
She rubbed her head, "why did you do that?"
"I'll have to explain our rules a little bit more in detail for you later," he kissed her deeply and then allowed Magda to take her to her tests.
Magda examined Azadeh, she asked, "why did he react like that?"
Magda wanted to say, 'because Death Eaters are nothing but crazed nutballs that take over-testosteroned potions', but didn't and instead..."it's their training, the moment they detect any kind of threat, it's instinct to immobilize it."
"But all he was doing was waking me up?"
"It probably startled him and he just reacted. But, we do have rules. The Death Eaters prefer it that when they have to bring in their women for routine examinations or hospitalizations, that women Healers are the only ones who touch them. Silly really, but they just prefer it that way."
When she was put back in her room, Harry sat in a comfortable chair and smiled at her. "Why did you hurt that man?"
"Because he touched you," Harry said flatly. "...and you don't touch what is mine."
"But all he did was try to wake me up."
"Again, you don't touch what is mine."
"But..."
"That's enough now," he said gently. Azadeh sighed, she knew there was no point in arguing with him.