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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 3: Marking her as his


Lucius's Bedroom
Malfoy Manor

"Oublier tout que vous savez," whispered Lucius into Hermione's ear. He applied gentle pressure with his lips and was rewarded with a soft man. He trace his tongue over her lower lip, Lucius was slightly surprised when Hermione willing opened her mouth, thus giving him entrance.

Using his hands, he cupped her face. On either side of him, he felt her warm hands touching his arms. He pulled his mouth away from her, instantly he heard a moan of disappointment at his actions. Licking her lips with his tongue, Lucius smirks down at Hermione.

"Ai envie de," hissed Lucius seductively. "Avoir envie de ma touche." He moved his body so that it laid besides hers. Lucius placed light wet kisses along her neck going upwards towards her ears until he reached a sweet spot just below her ear. He felt her arms tighten around him.

"Seulement ma touche," boldly stated Lucius as he kissed her neck. "Seulement ma touche." He turned his head slightly; he placed a kiss right in front of her ear. "Avoir envie de ma touche."

Placing gentle kisses on her cheekbone, Lucius continued. "Ne craindre pas ma touche ni votre attraction." With gentle pressure from his thumb as he rubbed it across her swollen lips, until Hermione parts them. "Ne pas parler de connaissance." With a low moan Lucius covered her lips with his own lips. Braking the kiss once again, he panted, "Etre à à la maison dans ce Repaire de Serpents."

Sighing heavily, Hermione twisted her body towards the warmth that was radiating near her. She moved her sluggish body until it conformed around the heat source.

Awareness started to creep into her subconscious as her arm continued to move up and down in a slow steady rhythm. 'What? Where am I?' Hermione questioned. Feeling completely drained of any energy; Hermione tried to open her eyes only to find herself falling further into unconsciousness.

When the body next to his began to stir, Lucius was momentarily shocked when it moved closer to him. Using one of his free hands he pulled her closer to him, while using the other to prevent her from waking up completely. Lowering his hand open palmed over her face, Lucius muttered an old sleeping spell.

"Sleep a little while longer," muttered Lucius. Placing his pale cheek against the top of her head, he slowly closes his eyes.

A soft discreet knock echoed around the darkened room. Growling discontentedly, Lucius softly cursed at the burst of bright light spilling in from the hallway.

"Master?" whispered Joseph. "Your quests have arrived." Waiting a few seconds, he added. "And some others."

Lucius took his time to disentangle himself from Hermione as he moved out of the warm bed. Muttering angrily to himself under his breath, Lucius picked up his discarded robe. Pulling it over his shoulders, he neatly tucks in one side before looping up the belt.

"Tell me," commanded Lucius softly. "Who else is here?"

Swallowing hard, Joseph looked down at the ground before answering. "Some Ministry fool that wouldn't take no for an answer along with two red heads that I assume are Weasley's, Sire."

"Ah, the meddlesome fools have come to pay me a visit," sneered Lucius.

"They will find that it is too late." Lucius paused; he looked over towards his bed. Narrowing his eyes, he strides back over. Once again he uses his magic to deepen Hermione's sleep. "Let's deal with these intruders."

As he strode down the hallway, Lucius calmly picked up his cane. "I trust that you have seen to my quests?"

"Of course, my Liege," replied Joseph. "They are comfortably resting in the East Wing." Anticipating Lucius's next question, Joseph answered. "They are in the West Sitting Room, Sire."

"That will be all," dismissed Lucius.

Running a careless hand throw his hair, Lucius smirked as he entered his sitting room. Standing directly in front of him was the fool from the Ministry, a pale faced Arthur was sitting in the corner as an agitated Ronald Weasley was pacing back and forth between the two men. 'This should at lest be entertaining if nothing else,' thought Lucius.

"To whom do I owe this displeasure too," silky greeted Lucius as his hand rested on top of his cane.

"Where's Hermione?" demanded Ron. When Lucius didn't answer right away or even look at him, he launched himself at Lucius. Only to be tossed backwards. "What in Merlin's name?"

"Did you really think you could accost me in my own home?" purred Lucius snidely.

"Lucius!" exploded Arthur. "Where is the girl?"

Smirking Lucius lowered his gaze to his hands, which he then makes a slight display of. Causing the light to reflect off of his ring. "Sleeping," he states.

"What do you mean sleeping?" questioned Arthur.

"Just that," replied Lucius coldly. "Being a newly-wed is so tiring."

"You're lying!" bellowed Ron angrily. "Hermione would never willingly marry you."

"Never said that she was willing," sneered Lucius, causing the gentlemen to gasp. "Just said that she was married."

"You can't do that," muttered Ron agitated. "Tell him dad, that he can't do that!"

"Yes Arthur," commanded Lucius. "Tell me." Turning his steely silver gaze onto Ron. "Or better yet, tell your son about the new law that you just passed that allow for this to happen."

"You can't be serious," muttered the man from the Ministry.

"Ah, but I can," sneered Lucius. "Ms. Granger is officially married to me and will remain that way until she's dead."

"Or you," sneered Ron softly.

"We're done here," dismissed Lucius as he gestured towards the door. "See yourselves out."

"We're not leaving without Hermione," snapped Ron pulling his wand out. But Lucius was faster; his wand was out and pointed directly at him.

"You're leaving now," hissed Lucius. "Either dead or alive. Your choice."

Until Later

Oublier tout que vous savez: Forget all that you knowAi envie de Crave
Avoir envie de ma touche: Crave my touch
Seulement ma touche: Only thy touch
Ne craindre pas ma touche ni votre attraction: Fear not my touch nor your attraction.
Ne pas parler de connaissance: Speak no knowledge
Etre à à la maison dans ce Repaire de Serpents: Be at home in this Serpents Den