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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.
Chapter 2: The Binding
'This is just too spooky! Since when is Lucius the caring father figure? What the bloody hell have you gone and gotten yourself into?' Hermione thought as she watched father and son interact. Hermione felt warmth spread itself from where Lucius's arms were still around her. Slowly she moved her hands downwards clutching her clothes in a feeble attempt to find the pocket where she placed her wand.
"I have it," whispered Lucius into her ear. Hermione studiously ignored the jolt of pleasure. She twisted her head, as she took notice of just how close Lucius was to her.
"Have what?" croaked out Hermione as her hands still moved. She watched in horror as a large smirk slowly graced Lucius's face.
"Your wand," answered Lucius his hot breath caressed her neck. "Don't you want to know why I have brought you here?"
"Who cares," softly hissed Hermione as she attempted to break free from Lucius's embrace. "I certainly don't."
"Don't be foolish, even if it helps you with your current troubles," offered Lucius seductively.
"Like I said before," snapped Hermione. Lucius spun Hermione around so that she was facing him. His lips crashed down against hers. His bottom lip dragging a little over hers as his mouth became more persistent. He released her wrist and grabbed her waist, as his other hand interweaved into her hair. Hermione let out the tiniest moan as her lips parted against his warm, wet tongue. Their tongues slid against each other, rocking into each other's mouths until Hermione pulled away with a gasp for air.
"I think we'll have a benificual arrangement," mutters Lucius as Hermione stepped back and stared at Lucius through wide, shocked eyes as she raised a hand to her lips. Lucius was surprised that she hadn't pushed him away that she had melted into the kiss just as much as he had, and wondered if she felt the same electrical charge that seemed to sweep through his body when they were kissing. Unfortunately, he also realized that the reason she pulled away didn't have everything to do with the need to breathe.
"Draco, do be a good boy and go fetch Joseph for me," ordered Lucius.
"Ok daddy," happily agreed Draco as he got out from under Lucius's desk. Hermione watched as Draco dashed from the room as she brought her foot down hard on Lucius's. The only reward Hermione got for her action was a soft hiss from Lucius.
"Let me go," demanded Hermione as she struggled in his ever-tightening embrace. "Do you hear me! Let me go." One arm slipped up her back to cradle the base of her skull, where his fingers applied pressure to both sides on her neck.
"Oh! Ah! Ouch! Please! Please let go! You are hurting me!" cried Hermione as the pain became unbearable. Lucius used his other arm to hoist her body upwards from the small of her back; her body was sealed under his muscular arms. Her hands were frantically beating on his back.
"Stop! Please! Please! Stop, you're hurting me!" screamed Hermione as her eyes were starting to water. Her tears of pain were starting to blur her vision; her face was brought close to his. Seeing him looming closer, Hermione sharply turned her face to the left away from his body and his face. "What are you doing? Please! Let me go!"
She felt his soft silky hair touch her exposed neck; Hermione snapped her hard back towards him only to hit her cheek against Lucius's cheek. In shock, Hermione shivered as Lucius licked the base of her neck before he put his lips to her skin. She kicked his shins with all of her might, as she cried out in sudden pain as Lucius's increased the pressure to the base of her head.
"Please! Please, oh my God!" whined Hermione softly. "Please?" Her vision blurred becoming unfocused before returning to something resembling normal. Over Lucius's shoulder, Hermione could barely see a silhouette of man. She lifted her hand towards him.
"Lucius!" the man bellowed before everything faded into blackness. "My Liege, are you alright?" questioned the man as he approached Lucius.
"Joseph I'm fine," dismissed Lucius as he held an unconscious woman in his arms.
"Are you sure, Sire? You have not felt the need to feed in a long time?" asked the man as he lowered his head in reference to Lucius's superiority. "I thought the young lady was here to help you with the young master?"
"She is but she was being difficult," answered Lucius. He leaned down and caught a waif of Hermione's sent. 'She smells like fresh roses,' thought Lucius. He proceeded to carry Hermione to his bedchambers. Placing her on the bed, where he put Joseph in charge of treating her wounds.
"How long is this going to take?" Lucius demanded, agitatedly pacing back and forth in his bedroom as Joseph uses his magic to heal Hermione. Joseph barely spared him a glance.
"Her wound needs mending," replied Joseph. "Had you drank any longer and you would have killed her." Lucius snorted. He didn't fear the Weasley's or anyone else in the wizarding world. But he knew that they would soon hear of his abduction of Hermione.
'If anyone where to come in here and see her like this, they would instantly know about me,' thought Lucius. He had just risked exposure of his very existence and that of his son's. Scrapping his tongue over his teeth, Lucius could feel two of them steadily become longer.
His eyes lingered on the young woman that was laid out on his bed. A silk sheet was the only thing that was covering her body from his probing gaze. Her breathe was coming in a soft, even rhythm as she slept under the effects of Joseph's spell. Her bare arms were placed at her sides as Joseph hovered over her.
"Marry us," demanded Lucius.
Joseph stilled his actions and turned his head to look at Lucius. "My Liege?" questioned Joseph.
"Marry us," Lucius repeated.
"No… now?" Joseph uncharacteristically stuttered. "Impossible." Lucius's cold glare made Joseph's stomach clench. "Sire, her maternal parent will be arriving tomorrow evening. Surely you can delay your nuptials until…."
"No," hissed Lucius.
"But she is not awake," Joseph argued. "The Wealsey's, sire. They will call your marriage into question." Seeing that his words were having no sway, Joseph tried again.
"I will not wait," hissed Lucius.
"Your son is sick. If you anger her, who will help you?" Joseph attempts to persuade Lucius from his current course of action.
In a flash Lucius's drew his wand. Swiftly slicing the air directly below Joseph's chin and touched it against his neck. Joseph held his hands up, one of them grasping the fabric he was going to wind around Hermione's wound.
"Sire, please. Even if I overlooked the fact that I would be forcing her into the marriage, you would need rings. The binding ceremony would not be valid without them," Joseph stated.
Lucius reached up with one hand and brought a chain over his head from around his neck. Lucius tossed the chain to the older man. Joseph quickly hid his frown as his gaze fell upon two beautifully simple gold rings.
"May I finish tending to her wounds first?" softly requested Joseph.
"You may," granted Lucius as he nodded his head and withdrew his wand, watching, as Joseph took his time. Occasionally Lucius noticed that Joseph would glance up at him. Standing up, Joseph asked, "My Liege, are you sure?"
"It's the only way," answered Lucius, simply. "The binding will prevent her from telling others about us. Perhaps I can even persuade her into helping Draco."
"But…" muttered Joseph. "The others."
"Will understand," snapped Lucius impatiently. "I was saddled with that thing, that they had chosen for me. Who was so vain, that she set her lunatic sister on her own son! I had to endure years of watching my back around her, and theirs I might add… just incase Narcissa took it into her crazy head to inform the Ministry of our existence."
"But My Liege," countered Joseph one last time. "Will this make you happy?"
"Happiness is but a delusion," muttered Lucius. His gaze falls upon the woman lying in his bed. "She's bright and knowledgeable enough to hold a descent conversation. Young enough to be molded to my liking and old enough to bare me more children, if I so desire."
"Then let us proceed. Sit beside her and take one of her hands," instructed Joseph.
Lucius sat down on the bed, next to Hermione. Doing exactly as Joseph instructed. Joseph murmured lengthy words in the ancient language of his people. His hands started to shake as he got to the vows.
To Joseph's great surprise as he questioned Hermione as to whether she would take Lucius as her husband, she let out a hum and turned toward Lucius. Lucius smirked as Joseph frowned.
"Serpents are. By the laws of this land, and the laws of our people, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride," whispered Joseph as he back away from the bed.
Lucius lowered his mouth to Hermione's, giving her a soft, gentle kiss. Hermione hummed again as the spell Joseph had used was starting to wear off. The gold wedding bands glowed brightly before dimming. His lips pressed harder against hers, his hand traveling up her side over the blanket that covered her. Hermione, in a state where she wasn't quite awake, thought she was dreaming and began to reciprocate the kiss.
Joseph gathered his things and hurriedly left the room, closing the door behind him as he tried to justify what he had just done. He had married his sire to a woman who did not love him, who wasn't even conscious to have a say in the matter.
Joseph frowned as he decided that if this act would make his sire happy then it was justification enough for him. Seeing two shadows move along the walls, Joseph snapped his fingers to command their attention.
"Lucius will be seeing after his guest. See that they're not disturbed."
Until Later