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Repercussions of War

Summary: At the finial stages of the war, Lucius Malfoy betrayed his Master, Voldemort. Several months later Hermione runs into Lucius Malfoy at the Leaky Caldron and things intensify from there. LM/HG Fic.


Diagon Alley
Leaky Caldron

She rushed down the steps; nearly tripping over in her haste, Hermione was momentarily grateful that she crashed into a solid body. 'Bloody hell who did I just run into? Please don't let it be Mrs. Weasley!' thought Hermione desperately. As she placed her hands on the individual who prevented her fall, she felt expensive silk under her fingers. 'Smashing!' Hermione thought.

"Well, what do we have here?" purred Lucius Malfoy as he moved backwards. Hermione burrowed her face into his chest and sent up a silent prayer to whatever God that was listening, that Lucius Malfoy was just an observer and not the person she collided into. Swallowing hard, Hermione clenched her eyes shut as she pulled away. With a flutter, she opened her eyes to find herself staring into a pair of amused gray eyes.

"Mister Malfoy," greeted Hermione tentatively. 'Oh Merlin! Oh God, why couldn't it have been anyone but him?' franticly thought Hermione.

"Miss…" greets Lucius as he narrows his eyes. 'Bloody hell, Malfoy. You know my name!' Hermione thought angrily.

"Ah yes! Miss Granger," sneered Lucius. "Can't you find something productive to do, so you have taken to running over fine upstanding citizens?"

"No… I'm just in a rush." stammered Hermione as she twisted her hands nervously. She glanced hastily behind her, before she gave Lucius a weak smile. Hermione attempted to move around him.

In one swift movement, Lucius captured Hermione's hand within his own. Giving her hand a sharp tug, while he moved his slightly outward. Hermione felt Lucius's gray eyes penetrate into her. 'Just what does he think he's doing?' thought Hermione.

"There that is much better," stated Lucius as he placed Hermione's hand under his while he continued to hold her hand with his. A strange radiated all over Hermione's hand as heat flushes into her cheeks.

"Since we're both leaving. I'll walk you out," ordered Lucius softly.

Stunned Hermione opened her mouth to contradict him when she heard Ron's loud footsteps on the stairs. Hermione quickly closed her mouth and noded her head in agreement. 'Please, don't let Ron see me. It's bad enough that he went behind my back and asked his mother to arrange a betrothal' Hermione thought to herself as she increased her pace to keep up with Lucius.

As they stepped out of the Leaky Caldron and into the Alley, Hermione shivered from the sudden cold. Unconsciously she moved closer to Lucius. Every few steps, Hermione glanced behind her to see if anyone was following her. Distracted by dwelling on her thoughts, Hermione lost track of time.

She blinked a few times, only to find that she was still walking with Lucius, and at such a brisk pace, too. Hermione looked around her surrounds, recognizing that they were heading towards the entrance to Knockturn Alley. 'Bloody hell! I'm not going in there!' Hermione thought.

"Mister Malf…" gasped Hermione as the world faded around her.

Smirking down at the unconscious girl in his arms, Lucius lowered his cane. He turned his steely cold eyes to several individuals in Knockturn Alley. With one swift move, Lucius had the unconscious girl in his strong arms.

"Not a word," hissed Lucius as he strode pass them.


London
Malfoy Manor

"But father," cried a simpering boy. "I don't want to!"

"Not another word," calmly instructed Lucius. "We'll let this matter drop for now, hmm?"

Soft soothing noises penetrated slowly into Hermione's brain. 'Let what drop? Who is Lucius talking too?' questioned Hermione. She turned her head towards their voices in an attempt to hear more.

'So much for that plan, I guess if I want to know what's going on, I'll just have to open my eyes,' she thought. When she opened her eyes, Hermione quickly snapped them closed at the brightness of the room. 'I thought all Slytherins lived in dark gloomy places!' Hermione thought.

"Ah, it would seem that our guest is awake," stated Lucius smoothly.

'Guest? Who the bloody hell does he think he's kidding?' silently questioned Hermione. She cracked her eyes open, letting them adjust to the light of the room. As they adjust she surveyed the room she was in.

She found that Lucius stood in the center of the room. His pale platinum blonde hair raining down across his shoulders, a confidant smirk graced his face. 'Bloody bastard,' hissed Hermione. 'Why does he have to look so good? Wait... what? No he doesn't!' To distract herself Hermione looked around the room for the second voice. 'Lucius Malfoy talked to a house-elf in a patient manor? What is the world coming too?' questioned Hermione.

"Well, are you not going to say hello?" pondered Lucius arrogantly.

"Hello to whom?" demanded Hermione as she glared at Lucius. She could see that he was barely containing his fury by the clenching of his jaw. 'Oh boy! Someone's mad,' thought Hermione.

"Do I have too?" whined a frighten boy from somewhere within the room. "She doesn't sound very nice!"

Hermione flicked her faze around the room again as she attempted to pinpoint just where the voice was coming from.

"No! I don't want to! And you can't make me!"cried the frightenboy.

'Merlin! That sounded just like Draco, but it can't be,' Hermione thought. Abruptly Hermione stood up, swaying on her feet from the sudden dizziness. 'What the hell did he hit me with?' Hermione asked herself. "That sounded like Draco. But…" stammered Hermione. Two solid warm arms gently wrapped themselves around her waist keeping her steady on her feet.

"Yes, Miss Granger, you are correct," answered Lucius softly in her ear. "That does sound like him because it is my son, Draco. No, contrary to popular belief he's not dead." The heat from his breath on her neck caused shivers to run down her spine.

"How? When did he?" stuttered Hermione as she hastily looked about the room. "Where is he?" Hermione let Lucius guide her over to his beautifully furnished oak wood desk. However she was ill prepared to see her former childhood nemesis hiding underneath it.

Draco's hair was much shorter then she remembered, and his cloths still looked fashionable, but the major difference was in his face. Draco's face showed nothing of his former self. Gone was his arrogance, his demeanor and his eyes held no trace of his former intelligence. Struggling for breath, Hermione stared at Draco incomprehensively.

"What happened?" she demanded as she started to regain her composure.

"Bellatrix Lestrange," whispered Lucius softly in her ear but Draco must have heard because his eyes went large with fright. "Now Draco," admonishes Lucius softly. "What did I tell you?"

"That she can't reach me here," recited Draco hopefully. A mischievous smile broke across his face. "And not to rifle in Daddy's desk."

"That's correct," stated Lucius proudly as Draco beams under his approval.

Until Later