Black Magic Woman chapter 13

Don't mess with Granger part 2

A/N: Thanks again for the reviews. It's another short one, though I had originally planned to have it a lot longer, I decided to split it in two. Next one should be up in by the end of the weekend if I'm over my shitty mood..lol..sorry..Enjoy or not.

"You are about to feel the wrath of a menace"

Tupac Shakur

"You should not have told her!" Narcissa shrieked.

"I thought you already told her." Draco fired back. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mother didn't want to tell her girlfriend that she was raped. "What did you think that you could hide it from her? How the hell do you think your relationship would work if you can't bloody well tell her what damn well happened to you!"

"Don't you dare talk to me like that." Narcissa warned Draco while pointing her finger at him.

"What it's the truth!" Draco threw his hands in the air. It was the first time he had ever spoken to his mother in such a tone. But how dare she be angry with him, when she should have told Hermione herself. "Or do you want your relationship with Hermione to end up like you and Lucius? Tied together on lies."

"ENOUGH!" Harry yelled.

Both blonde's looked at him ready to bite his head off.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked as she descended down the stairs.

"Would you like to do the honours?" Narcissa sarcastically deadpanned her son.

"Oh yeah, since I was the one who told Hermione and not you, I might as well tell the redhead too!" Draco spat back. Draco turned toward Ginny. "I told Hermione about what happened at the Manor."

Ginny raised her eyebrows and looked at Harry. Her husband had seemed agitated since they found out Hermione had returned from South America. She would wake in the middle of the night to find Harry lying next to her staring up at the ceiling. She knew why he was restless, if Hermione found out about the unbreakable vow, he could lose his best friend. She had tried to tell him that Hermione would eventually forgive him but all he would say is that it was all his fault.

"And these two are arguing like children when we should be out looking for Hermione." Harry said to his wife but his words were also meant for Narcissa and Draco. "She has been gone for over two hours."

"I wouldn't know where to begin searching for her." Narcissa murmured quietly.

"She would know both muggle and wizardry side of the country so she will be very hard to find." Draco walked back into the kitchen to get himself another beer. "And I don't think she would go to the Manor."

"And I don't think she'd be at her office." Harry rubbed his head. "And no Malfoy Manor would be out of the question, the wards on that place are so strong we were lucky because Draco still remembered the easy ways to get in."

Narcissa sighed.

"You three are so thick." Ginny said after Draco re-joined them. They all sat in the living room, Harry and Ginny on the couch and Narcissa on one arm chair opposite Draco.

"May I ask why?" Draco raised his hand like a smart arse school boy.

"Because none of you have paid any attention to her." Ginny deadpanned. She looked at Draco and shook her head. "You, I can understand seeing as though this afternoon was the first time you had seen her since the war."

"You.."She pointed at her husband. "I can't believe you just underestimated the smartest witch of our generation. And don't forget she had been there countless times before when she got the relics from Narcissa."

Ginny turned to Narcissa.

"I don't even know where to begin with you." Ginny said loud and clear. "So I'll start here, did you ever realise that maybe she's in love with you?"

"I really don't need to hear this." Narcissa glared at the redhead and stood.

"I'm not trying to guilt trip you Narcissa." Ginny reasoned. "But I will say this, before you two got together, she came to me. And she asked me this; 'Have you ever wanted someone you can't have? Someone that could probably ruin you and yet be the only thing you are prepared to fight for.' She was talking about you Narcissa and I know exactly where she will be."

Three sets of eyes looked at her and waited.

"I will bet that she is at Malfoy Manor giving Lucius the beating of his life." Ginny said confidently. "Now we have options, we could either leave her there and wait for her to come back. Or we could go but it means, that if Lucius isn't already dead, then Harry will feel obligated to save him."

"Going would be the right thing to do." Harry said defensively. "We can't just leave her there. If she is even at the Manor."

"Oh she will be there." Ginny said in confidence. She turned back to Narcissa who had sat back down. The blonde was a very hard person to read. Her body language was nearly always the same, stiff. There was the odd occasion when they would exchange dirty banter and Narcissa would relax, laugh even. But since her ordeal at the Manor, Ginny saw her change back into the ice queen she was all those years ago. Earlier that day she tried to probe Narcissa into telling her how she was really holding up. The blonde said was she wasn't really taking it as well as it looked. Ginny left it as that. She was planning on getting Narcissa to open up a little each time they met up. That was only because they never thought Draco would tell Hermione and Ginny knew the blonde needed some else to talk to. But now things had changed. "It's up to you, Cissa. If you want to find Hermione then we will go."

Lucius slowly came around with a searing pain at the back of his head. He remembered that he was walking toward his desk and something hit him. He tried to move but his arms were tied together at the elbow and he was sitting stock straight. It was an uncomfortable position so he slowly opened his eyes. When he realised it was not a dream, he knew he was being held captive. He tried to look around to find his captor but did not see anything out of the ordinary.

His head ached and he really wanted to be free but there were still no signs of his captor. No one sitting in at his desk waiting for him to wake. No one circling him like prey. So he decided to voice himself. "Whoever you are, you will be sorry for doing this to me in my own house!"

As soon as the words left his mouth he felt his long hair yanked so hard a whole chunk got ripped from its roots. He screamed and writhed in pain until he precious well maintained hair became free.

"Take whatever you want." He pleaded to the person he had not even seen. He figured that this person was just out to rob him. "You can have whatever you want."

The hairs of the back of his neck stood up when a voice so close to his ear said. "I have what I want, that's why you are tied to the chair."

It was him the person was after. He couldn't believe it.

"How dare you come into my house and threatened me!" He stormed. "You will pay for this!"

"Is it typical for a Malfoy to talk so cheap?" The voice laughed. It sounded familiar. Where had he heard it before?

"You are cheap. Attacking a man instead of duelling him!" Lucius spat back. "I demand you show yourself to me this instance!"

A black hooded person walked around and sat on the edge on his desk. He glared at his new found enemy. His captor pulled the hood back and he gasped at the familiar brown eyes. "YOU!"

"Yes me." Hermione sneered.

"You will pay for this Mudblood!"

Hermione didn't waste any time and accioe'd the duffle bag over to the desk. It landed with a heavy thump and she went through it looking for a few things.

"Didn't you hear me!" Lucius taunted her. "You will pay for this you cheap slut!"

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you Malfoy." Hermione warned. She gathered her boxing wraps and her rings and also a dagger she found on her very first mission. As she covered her fingers with her family's heirlooms she looked back up at Lucius and gave him an evil smirk even Bellatrix would be proud of. Once she finished with her fingers she began to wrap her left hand. "The beautiful thing about being human Malfoy, is that we are all subjected to pain. Of course you would disagree since your race is far too superior to mine but you're wrong. I hear that your breathing is becoming more shallow, am I right?"

Lucius frowned.

"I guess I am." Hermione briefly looked up and then carried on carefully wrapping her hand. "You see when one's elbows are tied together and they are forced to sit stock straight, the respiratory system begins to fail slowly, eventually causing death. Not too bad considering it's a muggle torture tactic. I had originally planned on ripping your scalp off straight away, but we'll see how things develop. "

"Wh…Why?" Lucius gulped. He was finding it difficult to breathe.

"Now I'm using my muggle grandmother's and my own mother's rings for weight behind my fist." Hermione ignored his question and then flexed her left hand when it was fully wrapped. She patiently grabbed the other wrap and proceeded to do the same thing on her right fist. "Who would have thought, Lucius Malfoy would get beaten up by old Granny Granger's rings."

"Why?" He repeated more confidently. "I have not done anything to you."

Hermione's nostrils flared and she quickly finished wrapping her hand.

"I haven't done anything." Lucius pleaded innocently.

"You touched something that didn't belong to you." Hermione growled.

"I haven't done such a thing." Lucius shook his throbbing head.

Hermione couldn't hold back anymore and snatched the dagger up and launched off the desk. She moved so quick Lucius didn't have time to react when she slash his face. By the time she went and sat back down on the edge of his desk he was screaming in pain.

"I…I swear I never touch anything that belonged to you." Lucius tried to plead.

"Then what the fuck did you do to Narcissa recently?" Hermione fired back. The cut on his face was long and deep. It went diagonally from the top of his left eyebrow to the corner of his lip. His left eye was shut but parts of his eyeball were visible through the cut in his eyelid.

"She…She doesn't belong to you!" He screamed.

Like the lion of her former school house she pounced on her prey. After a few uppercuts, hooks and body blows Hermione resumed her position on his desk. It was rather funny that the only people she had ever hit were Draco and now his father. And like his son all those years ago he whimpered like a little bitch.

"She..is mine now Malfoy." Hermione panted.

"Please…" He begged now that he realised his life was in great danger. "I will do anything."

"Is that what you made her say when before you raped her?" Hermione asked quietly.

Hermione again got up off the desk and stalked toward him. The backhand she gave him flung his head to the side. She walked behind the chair.

"She..said that before I touched her." Lucius muttered.

She returned with a baseball bat and at the site Lucius' eyes widened. Hermione was so riled up she began to play tee-ball with Lucius' kneecaps. His screams echoed in the office and the harder she hit the louder they got.

"Did…You…Think..That..You…Could..Get..Away..With..It!" She yelled as she alternated hits between each kneecap one last time before tossing the bat aside.

Amongst his laboured breaths he grunted.

"What was that?" She demanded as she went for the dagger on his desk.

His head hung low he did not respond.

She moved so close to him she was only inches away from his bloodied face.

"Answer me!" She demanded

He grunted again.

Hermione stabbed the knife so deep into his thigh she could feel the tip of the blade scratching the bone. She used both hands to pull the knife down his leg while he screamed and begged for her to stop.

"ANSWER ME!" She demanded

"Yes!" He chocked. "Yes, I thought I could get away with it!"

Hermione ripped the knife out if his flesh and tossed it somewhere in his office. She began to pace now that she had gotten his admission.

"I came home to find her in tears." Hermione said quietly. The faster she paced the louder her voice got. "Every time I touched her she would flinch and I was beginning to wonder why. And then Draco told me."

Lucius did not say anything nor could he barely see her as one of his eyes were shut and the other was barely open. His body ached he did not dare to move his legs. His arms were numb, his head and face stung. He was afraid of what else she had installed for him.

"You.." Hermione pointed to him as she paced. "I'm going to make you regret ever knowing Narcissa."