Author's Note (This is a BIG and LONG one, skip if you want. BUT! If you want more, read the author's note.)

New update! Hoora-aaay! Chapter Four. I was supposed to update this a bit earlier, but as I went on and tried to log in - SHOCK, GASP!- my computer refused to get connected to the server. Therefore I apoligize for the lateness of the chapters.

This is very funny; I write this story without even really thinking about it. It's just there. I write three to four chapters at the same time and publish them one by one to have more time to write some more so the lack of chapters don't stop the story.

In other news:

As Lone Angel pointed it out, grammatical errors and other mistakes pops us now and then. So now I have a Beta, Julie (Ebony Ink), the same once that works on Angelic Layer.

Now to you all there out: I WANT SOME SERIOUS APPRECECIATION FOR HER! I WOULDN'T WRITE SO MUCH WITHOUT HER HELP! Mention her in your reviews! From now on, I go on Beta strike, meaning that if Julie (aka Ebony Ink) doesn't receive any POSITIVE feed-back, I will not publish the chapters. I think that Betas are greatly underappreciated. They make lots of work and no ever thank them enough.

Ok, time for some thank-yous to various wonderful people!

Lone Angel: Thanks for the pressure! I'm scared to disappoint you all… I don't want to be too much of a spoiler, but don't expect anything too dark, but don't think their relationship will be easy.

MizSatie: My, my, I have a new fan . Very nice! Hope you aren't disappointed with where this story is going. Feel free to send me complains thru mail and mention what you like and what you dislike.

Gcho831: Thanks!

Jocelyn: Yea- wrong training for now. Will be of use for her later.

Applebee: Lucius is evil, you think so? Really? He's going to be weirdly evil; indirectly humiliating Hermione.

EnchantedLight: New shiny chapter! Yea!

Melissa Ivory: Aw, I hope resuscitated you with this new chapter.

WhoGirl: I always imagined the Order to make those kinds of plans. I fancied one to backfire really badly. This was the beginning of the whole story. Lucius's obsession with beauty came up during one of my art classes. I'm going to shift POVs during the story, both Hermione and Lucius will tell some same events from different angles. Chapter 8 is going to one of those.

The last but not least: Sirael. I absolutely love your reviews since you go thoroughly with your explanations. I'd like your opinion about a couple of chapters. BUT -! They are going to be published only later. I'd like your opinion pre-publish time. Mail me. Oh- and if you think Hermione boxing and wrestling is funny, wait until chapter ten. Lucius has to buy tampons.

As always, review! Reviews makes me write more and I'm sure my beta will work extra hard if she knew you all are big supporter of hers! Chop chop! Review, review!

My Dirty Little Secret

Lucius was not happy. Not happy at all!

His gift was going to get snatched away from him right under his nose. He didn't know what was worse: the stealing of her, or the fact that someone wanted to damage her.

Seeing how Voldemort started to lean in favour of Snape, Lucius obviously had to rethink his last argument.

"My Lord…. It's my birthday today."

Voldemort's head snapped up.

He had completely forgotten about that. He knew how Lucius adored beauty. He had promised him beauty in huge amounts if Lucius joined him. True, he had kept his promise, but seeing this delightful, fierce little creature, he knew that Lucius would never forgive him if he didn't give her to him.

No matter how important she was to Potter, or to Dumbledore, or to the Order, he couldn't let Lucius go. He was his most valuable ally. He couldn't let Malfoy go.

That's why he said with a resigned note in his voice "Go ahead, Lucius, she's your gift. I promised you beauty; here it is, in the form of this delightful little girl."

Lucius Malfoy skipped in joy. He took off his mask and pushed back his hood. Lucius hoped his hair wasn't messy.

The couple of meters to Hermione were easily skipped and with a graceful hop he was standing on the platform she was sitting on.

Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"- Hello there, Miss Hermione Granger, my birthday present! How are you on this fine evening?"

When she heard he was born on the same day as she was, she felt very insulted. How did he dare be born on the same day as she? They might both be attractive, but the similarities between them ended there.

Now Hermione felt threaded. She was supposed to go willingly to Lucius Malfoy? Was she supposed to be a good, obedient gift?

Definitely NOT!

As soon as she felt her limbs being freed, Hermione quickly stood up. Her body smoothly followed the curves of Lucius's body, before quickly twirling around and away. She had a pair of heavy boots on, but this didn't stop her from rising to her tip toes and taking one of her feet in her hand before spinning quickly.

The girl released her leg, which due to the power of the twirling had quite an impact on one of the scrawny teenage hulks that had dragged her.

Quickly, she ducked the lame attempts to catch her with physical force. Hermione tried to win time. She knew she was on the second floor of an old house, which meant that jumping out of a window would be the last resort. She had two options left: either run for her life, or steal a wand and try to make the best out of the situation.

Hermione was a smart girl: she did all three at the same time.

She ran towards the exit, snatched a wand abruptly from Lestrange, cast defending spells to secure her back.

She had, however, forgotten to count how many opponents had been present after she had managed to free herself.

Two were missing. And those two were the lethal ones: Bellatrix Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov. As she soon found out, both lurked behind the door.

Hermione was lucky; as she ran, she had the good idea of taking a firm grip around the doorframe. As Dolohov's Crucio curse was cast, she had a steady support to jump backwards and some one else received the curse instead.

Lucius, at the other end of the room, chuckled merrily! Oh joy! A little party!

As Hermione saw the growing numbers of Death Eaters running up the stairs (obviously there were some kind of Anti-Apparition wards on the house, or else the Death Eaters were just plain stupid), she decided to take the risk of jumping out of the window.

But she had forgotten to check if the cost was clear. And it wasn't.

Bellatrix Lestrange jumped out like a Jack-in-the-Box. Hermione disarmed her. Or at least relieved her of her wand.

This was Hermione's biggest mistake. If she would have thought ahead, she would have guessed it. But in the heat of the moment, adrenaline made all the decisions.

Alas, Bellatrix took out a dagger, and viciously stabbed the young girl right in the back of the knee. Right into the ligaments, where it makes it possible to walk. Bellatrix stabbed Hermione just there.

The young girl fell down on one knee. Hermione didn't stop running/dragging herself towards the window. Bellatrix seized the opportunity to re-stab the girl. Right in the same place, just on her other leg.

Because of the shock, Hermione fell on her bottom. She looked down, a mask of utter and complete horror on her face. She stared at her legs, as if she was willing them to start moving, all by themselves.

But no, she couldn't stand up. She couldn't even crawl!

Absent-mindedly Hermione cast a set of various nasty hexes on Bellatrix, too bewildered to really notice what happened around her.

She was so shocked at the successful maiming of her legs that she didn't even feel the pain. Hermione tried to remember what spell could help her. What kind of spell could rebuild the ripped tissues in her knees?

She had been so absorbed in her own shock she didn't register who she cursed. Bellatrix had passed away ages ago; now, Hermione was unintentionally cursing Tonks.

Ironic.

Finally, she remembered a spell that could fix her legs up in no time.

"- Stoppa att ta ONT!"

Now, here was another thing Hermione should have thought about before going and healing herself; the weapon Bellatrix used wasn't a normal dagger. No, this dagger was a 'Kipukone' dagger. If you tried to heal your wounds, they would reopen straight away, only three times worse.

Now, Hermione was repairing her muscles.

Not thirty seconds after she cast the spell, a blood-curling shriek was heard, followed by a set of curses that made even Voldemort's ears flush red.

And then, before she could control herself, the tears stared spouting from her eyes as quickly as the blood from her wounded knees.

Lucius was angry. Very, very, very angry. Some one had dared- DARED- to hurt one of HIS possessions. Something he had wanted for a long, long time. And now, some stupid psycho bitch goes and ruins Hermione without even asking permission. Not that she would have had it granted anyway.

Voldemort had noticed this. He knew Malfoy's horrible temper tantrums. He had only one option left, and gods did he hate that option; it was so bloody Gryffindorish.

"- Lucius! Calm down! Take her to your Manor, and take care of her. Revenge is dish best served cold. Don't let the girl suffer needlessly."

Lucius only nodded, and walked to the girl. He scooped her up in his arms, holding her tight, feeling his arm underneath her knees become warm and sticky from her blood.

The girl hid her face in his robes and cried. Hermione had no energy left. She just couldn't help but cry. It made her even angrier with herself. Crying was the way of the Weak ones lived. The Strong ones way to cry was to live.

Because of that, Bellatrix would have hell to pay.

"Crying is the way of the Weaks to live and the Strongs way to cry is to live.

I am so goddamn proud about coming up with that all by my own!

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