Author's Note: Hehehe…. Time to submit subplot here. Dark, very dark things and secrets are going to be released soon. Hehehe. You are going to be so ready to kill me after you read next chapter. Hehehhe. Evil plot. Very evil. Can't even imagine what I'm going to have made done our heroes. Hints here. Hehehe. Heh. Cough, choke choke choke, cough
Yes, yes,- my hinting is very indiscreet. This chapter starts a whole new era in this fic. Ha-HA! Now people are going to hate me even more! This is so much fun!
I love all of you who criticized me! Who told me I'm gross and disgusting! It's such a great honour of knowing how deeply this fic touches you to the point you loath it. It's a sign of good style, I think; you get so concerned and repulsed by my writing that you actually can feel Hermione's emotions! Yes, I am good.
(Self loving doesn't stink.)
Rockprincess: Oh, yes, last chapter was particular, wasn't it? Gross and wrong and Lucius is deviously obsessed. But I think it was brilliant. So many complaints! It can only mean people are touched by my writing! Oh joy! And also, special thanks to you; you reviewed first.
Hotskittles: Yes! Yes its disturbing and wrong! Rape is wrong and so over-used by dark fics that I had to use another method of making Lucius psychopathic. I obviously hit the jackpot.
Hanasaki Kaguya: Oh… But I love you in that way. Very much so. Yes, I do my little lemming of luuurve. I'm showering myself in the admiration you give me. I still hope you love me after this turn in the story.
Random Person I don't Know: Thank you for your review. I know you, I think. Aren't you that scary girl who doesn't wear shoes and has a banana as her best friend? Coz if you are, you're so cool. Seriously. I worship you.
Enchanted Light: Thank you for your review which comes to me as regularly as the sun. Or the tide. Or a dustpan in my room… Wait, cross the last one.
CareBearErin: Oh, yes, I did somehow change the 'sensual, sexy Lucius' into something not sexy at all. I'm breaking stereotypes here; I'm so glad about that. I made him quite intriguing and disgusting at the same time; it's a lot of a challenge actually. That last chapter was very good, albeit gross. This chapter starts a new plot twist and I'm not sure if anyone is going to like it. And yes,- it was much fun to write about Lucius lost in the muggle village.
Nymphe14: Yes, ew, ew ,ew I know. But isn't his obsession becoming very sweet? Or is it just me being a odd again?
MW: Remember this from chapter 9: Order confused, Lucius's odd sexual upbringing (no pun intended) and Harry nad Ron's connection to Hermione. Amen. Oh, and thank you for your lovely comment,; it really makes me glad to know that people enjoy my writing.
AFH: Yes, I understand you; finding out how Hermione would react in this situation wasn't an easy task. This is my interpretation; I think it'll come pretty close to the truth. Oh and about your odd attraction tot his story can be explained through the law of S&M porn: it's dark, dirty and uncomfortable, but what the hey, you watch try it anyway.
Laerwyn: You love it? Have some more.
Victory 175: You bear your name badly; I have won over you! And who the hell thinks they are going to get married? What is this horrible obsession people have with marriage? It's the perfect setup to make people hate each other. (If you're intrigued about this, send me an e-mail and I'll explain why marriage is BAD). And Ron intended to insult Hermione with the perfume. Absolutely. Don't even think against me, I'm always right. (That's sarcasm, if you haven't understood it)
JerseySaint19: Ha! New chapter who is all odd. And paradoxical.
Kiki303: Yes, it's disgusting! But so damn pucky its so bad it's gone up to good.
TheSexyFlower: Oh, yes, I do have a certain talent to write gross and wrong things… Hehe. My exams start soon so I won't have to write much; sorry.
Hahahaevil: HA! I'm evil incarnate! And gross! My dad's pictures is on tunatins and vacuum cleaners: he's SATAN!
Caley: Oh yea, That'll be bad if Draco discovers it all. But you know what would be better? That Harry has a dream about Hermione being imprisoned, he rushes to save her with Ron and half of the members of Shonen Knife just to discover Lucius actually is a fanatic fan of The Darkness and get all hypnotised by their crap music. Then, the Order will strike in, having a counter attack prepared with 300 boom boxes playing German Folksongs. The Darkness and Lucius assemble themselves into one super robot, an idea they stolen from the Power Rangers and transform into one huge robot that dances like Michael Jackson. Hermione, meanwhile, would have made a deal with the spirit of John Lennon so she could walk again, but she'll have to fight non-violently aside the Order as a price. Seeing her friend's brains melting out from their skulls, Hermione would stuck tampons in their ears and show them episodes of My Little Ponies. The Shonen Knife regain their normal IQ (-74) and use their ESP powers to call for help. Luna Lovegood, Oliver Wood and Hannah Abbot as well as three reporters from NME and the Pixies answer to the call and arrive to the rescue. The fat singer from the Pixies eats up Lucius and Justin Hawkins, thus destroying the robots legs. The rest of the Darkness are being eaten up by a herd of Alsatian beavers who happened to be nearby. Our heroes would enjoy their victory until the fat guy from the Pixies suddenly would have the odd urge to wear cat suits. Suddenly, Hermione realizes that Justin Hawking has invaded his brain and commanding him. Since she's forced to be pacifist, she saves the situation by reading 'Moby Dick' aloud. Whilst the fatso's sleeping, the Shonen Knife handcuffs him to a rhinoceros statue made out of ivory. The Order would arrive, exorcise Justin Hawking away. But just when he's about to die, he cries out for help from his soul mate, Lord Voldemort. Voldemort arrives on a steamship conducted by Dashboard Confessionals. A herd of adoring fan girl attacks Harry who faints because of their whiney voices. The reporters of NME release a hot wave of streaming sarcasm that hypnotizes the Death eaters, thus enabling Ron to release his deadly farts on them. One quarter of them die, another quarter faints, and the third quarter cough their lungs out. The rest cries for mercy. But Oliver Wood, followed by the hysteric fan girls, sends them on the rest of the Death Eaters who all die because the fan girls molester them so badly (they think they're the members from HIM and rip their hair, cloths and skin off). Voldemort, seeing that the situation turns against him, tries to escape. But Lona Lovegood charm up a stage and the Shonen Knife,- with Hannah Abbot on the bass, start playing their happy music. Everyone start to party and jump on and down on the Death Eaters' corpses. Voldemort, understanding how life can be good, turns back to Tom Riddle. Just as he runs towards Harry to hug him, everyone decided to beat him up GOOD. They do so and Voldemort expires after a painful death caused by being lapidated with acorns. Dashboard Confessionals get lynched on a stake. The end. Everyone is happy. Hermione marries Oliver Wood, Harry turns gay and lives happily with Lee, Ron proposes to Hannah Abbot, who runs away with Luna Lovegood. Everyone is happy and safe.
The End.
That'll be hell interesting.
For the rest of you, here's the rest.
My Dirty Little Secret.
Ever since Hermione had her period, there had been an embarrassing silence between them. Lucius didn't touch her indecently like he had before. She bathed alone, brushed her hair by herself, and dinner was taken in complete silence.
This annoyed him inconsiderably. He had the impression of living with Narcissa again. Something had to be done against this or he'll assure that Hermione would come to a miserable end, just like his ex-wife.
They started to talk again on All Saint's Day, after almost four weeks of stubborn silence. The day was grey and rainy, but strangely colourful as well, yellow, orange and red leaves dancing in the sky.
Lucius had brought Hermione to her morning bath, per usual. Lucius noticed the red spot and quickly exited. He leaned his back against the bathroom door and waited for Hermione to finish bathing.
Hermione knew what day it was. She watched the thin rivulet of blood coming out from between her legs. She shook her head, disgusted. How dared she? Hermione closed her eyes and turned her head away.
Her eyes settled on the bottles of perfume and oils. A black bottle with red oils was the farthest from her. Hermione delicately took it and admired it. The surface was perfectly smooth, small bubbles were in the glass and the cork of the bottle was in a shape of a crook.
Hermione passed her finger under the crook, pulled at it and got punched just between her eyes by the memories the perfume woke in her.
It smelled like watermelon, the synthetic kind that smelled like fresh cut grass if you breathed it long enough in. But it smelled as sand as well, and like stale vanilla ice-cream. It was an odd combination, very fake, very aggressive, very childish.
It shook up so many memories in Hermione; it reminded her that she had been true to her name. She saw summer under her half-closed eyes, green meadows so bright it looked fake, trees and flowers showing off their colours in a fit of indecent natural pornography. What was a flower? It is a good looking, well disguised penis. In summer, nature showed off its bright genitalia and people took off their clothes as well, making summer the season of exhibitionism. Nature was vomiting up its life out, in a display most people would lovely and even beautiful. Those who didn't (men) often ogled the naked people surrounding them with a perverse pleasure.
Summer was also the month of agony for most of the people. How many men have turned bitter because of the young girls walking around in tight bikinis? How many hearts broke in summer? Countless. Summer is a cruel season, the one everyone looks forward to. Proof that people are masochistic.
The bottle dropped from her hands. It fell in the bath, liberating even more of its power, tinting the water red. Hermione bucked backwards and didn't care if the bottles around her smashed on the ground.
She was a child again for a moment and remembered him.
Lucius heard the noises and walked quickly into the bathroom, very concerned about what might have happened to Hermione.
He was very surprised to see her, one arm extended into nothing, the other on in water so red it looked black. Her hair was wet and clinging to her body, forming odd snakes that coiled around her breasts in swirls. Her chest did rose quickly, pulling out her breasts. Her eyes were half open, her mouth open enough to see her front teeth. Perfect picture of bliss.
Lucius walked carefully to Hermione, head feeling dizzy from the perfumes that were like clouds around his head. The dark water was like liquorice around her.
He touched lightly her shoulder and she opened completely her eyes. They were so big, so unique, so perfect Lucius felt his heart being broken. Her eyes were very dark, almost black, so overwhelming he could barely breath. Her beauty was choking him. Her eyes and the smells in the room accorded perfectly.
They were alive, so filled with life it was beyond it. There so dark, so shiny, it looked like she imprisoned a star in her eye. Her eyelashes very perfectly curved, her smile ironic and free.
But the thing that shocked him the most, were the message he could read in her eyes. There was joy, perverted cruelty and love, pure, undiluted love, in them. Lucius couldn't understand them. They were eyes of a spoilt queen-child.
She passed one finger on her slender throat and whispered almost something, but put her hand before her mouth before Lucius could hear it. She was so deeply immersed in her fantasy or ecstasy that she didn't see Lucius.
Gradually she came back, eyes becoming hazel again. Her hair started to get off her body because it dried, the perfumes escaped through the open door. The moment Lucius just witnessed was gone.
He picked up Hermione from the bath, letting water drip from her body in thin red lines. Her body was slightly red, and smelled strongly of odours Lucius would usually find repulsive, but on her, due to the moment that just passed, were mystical now.
"- Lucius. Could you bring me candles and flowers? It's All Saint's Day today and I have a friend to think of."
Lucius only nodded, slightly wondering whom she talked about. He watched her carefully, trying to keep his eyes from staring. He saw fugitive memories run in her eyes and she smiled, smiled to the world she was in at that same moment.
"- What are you thinking of?"
"- A deceased friend."
Lucius nodded and continued to walk. He hated when people could immerse themselves in memories of dead people. It was unfair for the living: you couldn't fight against someone dead. Through their deaths, they become immortalized, jaded in one's memories. Through their dead, some people became more alive to you then they had became during their time spent living.
He knew then that the only way he would die would be by the hands of Hermione. He wanted to leave an indelible mark on her that would never fade away.
Lucius deposited her on her vanity chair as he noticed she was naked and knickerless. He quickly walked into the huge cupboard and took out a fresh pair of underwear for her. He had to pass them on all by himself, brushing his hands on her calves and tights. He behaved, not touching her indecently.
Hermione was oddly passive, trusting him completely. He saw by her eyes that she wasn't there. He rummaged through the vanity tables drawers and took out a packet of tampons he opened and put one in her hand.
She let the white thing fall on the ground. Lucius picked it up again and put it her hand. She let it drop again. And again. And again. In the end, Lucius crouched underneath the vanity table and protected already now his face.
His hand touched her, yet she still didn't react. Lucius started to get scared now. He didn't want a shell. He took the tampon and wondered what the hell he was to do with it. As it slowly dawned on him, he was staring at the thing as if it was a rival to him. Which complete pervert had invented this thing? Didn't it hurt to stuff this…. Thing down… . there?
Lucius blushed and tried to snap Hermione back to reality. He muttered a half hearted apology before stuffing the tampon somehow into her. Somewhere, deep inside himself, this made him scream in a perverse delight. He penetrated her and he actually did her a favour.
He quickly tried to rise up from under the table, but bumped it painfully before managing to extract himself from underneath it. Hermione held her face in her hands and watched outside through the high windows.
She smiled a perfect smile, head in the clouds, escaping him, left the Manor with her soul. He wondered what was powerful enough to affect the down to earth Hermione. She had always both feet on the ground, facing life with facts. Then, then he remembered her eyes. Her wonderful powerful, selfish, loving eyes.
He understood suddenly where she was. She wasn't escaping outside: she was inside herself. Suddenly Lucius felt very alone and was jealous because he wanted to go inside of himself. But he didn't have Hermione's willpower nor memories. So he rose up and placed himself behind Hermione and took up a brush and passed it trough her hair.
But as he brushed her hair, he slowly saw outlines of old memories building up behind his eyelids. He saw his mother's face. Not the one he always remembered, he usually saw the face of her portrait there was in the real Dinner Hall. No, this time, he saw his mother at her loveliest, laying in cold snow, hair and blood around her head, face white, mouth smiling.
He felt a hand in his own hair, a hand caressing his head. His father was there, somewhere behind him. And suddenly all kind of memories came to his mind, some of them wonderful, other ones sad.
In no particular order, he saw his son's first steps, he actually remembered he had a son, Draco, a thing that had completely forgot, then he remembered Mary, Maid Mary, his first encounter with the female genitalia, his father's laugh, autumn days spent with his mother in the Drawing Room, Severus's eyes, Tom Riddle's smile.
How could he have forgotten so many things? It was odd and somehow painful to realize how time passed. He now remembered his age, 42, and Hermione's, 17. Suddenly, everything seemed pointless.
He shook his head and watched himself and Hermione in the mirror. She was back as well.
"- Where were you?"
"- Inside memories. Today we celebrate death. I had to visit someone in my mind. I do it every year, you know."
"- Are you alright?"
"- Mmh? Yes, yes."
He resumed brushing her hair and slowly braided to, a thing he had forgotten that he knew how to do it. She was so odd yet so rational it was astounding. Maybe her captivity was driving her slowly crazy. No. Lucius preferred to think she finally gave herself time to consider problems and things she didn't have time to deal with usually. Or didn't want to think of.
Obviously Lucius didn't know that basic mathematical rules don't apply in talked language. In maths, two positives, two plusses, multiplied by each other are always positive. Two negatives multiplied by each other made plusses as well. But in language, one 'yes' multiplied by another 'yes' made a negative.
So if Lucius would have known this simple rule, he might have been able to predict what Hermione was preparing now for him.
Oh, yes, there's paradoxes in this chapter, I know, I KNOW! Hermioen's too apathic, I know that as well.