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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 Cauldron and things intensify from there. LM/HG Fic.



Growling in frustration, Lucius stalks towards his bedroom. The back of his neck prickles, Lucius slows as he nears his bedroom door.

"Speak," he commands.

"My Liege," crackles a high pitched voice. "Your chosen bride still sleeps, beware of the 'Malkavians' at the gathering. When they hear that you have a new bride they will not be happy."

"And what of your clan?" asks Lucius.

"Steadfast and strong as always," hissed the voice displaying its anger by causing ripples in the air.

Nodding slightly, a half smile graces his face. "I meant not disrespect to you or your clan. It appears the High Council is in the process of choosing me a new bride."

"We know and are gladdened that you have beaten them. Go to your bride, bring her to the colonies. Your father waits for you there," answers the voice.

"It will be a privilege to see father," replies Lucius. "Please tell the witch that I wish to see her when I am there."

"Yes my Liege. She will greet you at dusk when you arrive," whispered the voice as it faded into the woodwork. "Guard your sire well."

Rolling his eye, Lucius yanks open the door to his bedroom. Stepping inside he pauses at the sight that greeted him. 'Getting her with child shall not be a hardship.' Striding over to his bed, he hears her even breaths. 'She looks so peaceful sleeping.' Leaning down he pulls back the silk sheets. Uniting his robe, he joins his bride.

Moving slowing Hermione dimly becomes aware of sore muscles throughout her body. 'Bloody heel, this is the last time I go horse back riding!' Moving her legs slowly, she notices that the pain stays focused in one area. 'This is weird.' Opening her eyes, she sucks in a small breath. Her eyes quickly glance about her. 'Oh god no! Tell me I didn't do anything this stupid. Think Hermione!' Rubbing her eyes, she felt a sharp sting on her left hand. Taking several deep breaths she opened her eyes to see a thin gold band on her ring finger.

"No" whispers Hermione as she quickly exited the bed. "No." Franticly looking around the room for her cloths, she felt herself shake from hysteria. "Oh my… no... this is not real."

As the platinum blonde figure in the bed mutters in his sleep, she freezes. 'Please, please god let his just remain asleep.' When the figure doesn't move, Hermione jerks herself into action. Stumbling over to a set of doors, she nervously twists the knob. Seeing several pressed dress robes in front of her, she quickly pulls one down and dresses herself.

Taking a quick moment to relax, she surveys the room around her. 'There has to be a way out. Think.' Striding over to another set of doors, she reaches for the door handle.

"Going somewhere?" asks Lucius.

Gasping she twists around, her eyes widening when she notices him sitting up in bed. Turning the door knob behind her, she pushes. Realizing that the door wasn't opening, she turns around to pull the door open. Franticly she tries to open the door.

"That's not going to work," states Lucius.

Turning her head she jumps in shock as Lucius was standing directly behind her. Backing away from him into the door, she felt like a caged animal.

"Let me out," whispers Hermione.

"Now is that anyway to greet your husband?" hisses Lucius as he leans closer to her. He watches as she struggles to say something.

"Please? Let me out," she gasps.

Looking down at her, he smirks as horror blooms in her eyes while one hand creeps up towards the spot where he bit her. Moving with un-human speed he reaches around her and pulls her body close to his. He heard her squeak out a single "No" before his lips crashed down on hers.


Later!