DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Memoirs
Chapter 4
Hermione leant against the windowsill. There was no light in the room, just the moonlight. She stood watching the stars and gazed at the moon aimlessly. The door opened behind her and closed, Hermione ignoring whoever it was. The sound of dragon-hide boots clomping on the floor filled the room, getting louder as they approached her. Hands lightly rested on her shoulders, sliding down to her upper-arms.
"You're freezing." Tom announced, taking off his robe and putting it across her shoulders.
"I didn't notice." She answered simply. "Didn't notice in the coffin either." She merely shrugged. Tom wrapped his arms around her, sharing his body heat, only to have her make him cold as well.
"It's getting late." Tom stated shortly, looking out the window, and then at his wife's cheek which he found oddly fascinating. "We should get some sleep."
"You told Snape to get me a Sleeping Draft." She reminded him.
"He's ran out of them and I can't wait 3 hours to get one." He said simply.
"Well, I'm not sleeping. I've had enough sleep for a life-time. Well, for a while." She said.
"No you haven't. Come on." He gently shook her arm. "You're tired. Come on."
"I'm fine."
"Don't make me put a spell on you." he threatened lightly.
She turned around and glared at him. "You have children working for you." she stated angrily.
"Yes. What of it?" he asked.
"Why?"
"They're the children of some of my Death Eaters. Think of it like: I'm providing them with shelter." He tried to reason. "You never saw them before because they were in a training camp."
"Do you need training to bend down and do what you're told before you're killed or tortured?" she asked cruelly and sarcastically.
"Hermione." He scolded lightly. "Now, come on. Get some sleep."
"Where? That's your bed." She said, pointing to it.
"No. It's our bed."
"You're joking." She said with a pleading undertone.
"No, I'm not."
"Perfect." She groaned and walked over to her closet.
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A few hours later, they were both asleep under the covers. With Hermione's back to his chest and Tom's arm around her waist, trying to warm her up and get close to her, it was impossible to get out without waking him. Then, SMASH!! Tom shot up in bed, followed by his wife. It was Lucius standing at the end of their bed. They could only tell because the moonlight made out his long hair, broad shoulders and tall frame.
"Lucius?" Tom asked, sounding furious but a little unnerved at the same time. "What are you-?"
Lucius picked up a hollow glass paper weight and threw it just above their heads. "You did it." Lucius accused. His voice didn't sound right. It was a few octaves lower than usual and his usual sneer was gone.
"Lucius?" Hermione stammered, as Tom wrapped his arm tighter around her, protecting her.
"You!" he shouted, pointing at her. "You've seen the darkness! You burn with it! Everything is consumed!"
"What?" she whispered.
Lucius picked up a glass vase filled with small pebbles, emptied it on the floor and then threw the empty vase above the bed. Hermione screamed and Tom covered her with his torso for a second before letting her up. "Her blood dried on your hands!" he roared at Tom. "You are responsible for everything!"
Tom released Hermione and leapt out of bed, grabbing his wand and lighting all the candles in the room. When he looked back, Lucius was gone.
"The glass." Hermione whispered. "There's no glass." She pushed back the blankets and showed her husband the glassless bed.
"Come." He said, summoning their dressing gowns. They hurried along the dark corridors, hand in hand, Tom's wand in his free appendage. Tom stopped them outside a door and went in without knocking.
Inside, it was very elegant but a little smaller than their room. And against the far wall was a big glamorous bed containing a sleeping and cuddling Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.
"Lucius!" Tom roared, making everyone in the room except himself jump. The Malfoy couple shot up in bed, Narcissa keeping the sheets tightly around her, whereas Lucius allowed them to slip down to his waist.
"Milord?" Narcissa sleepily asked.
"Where were you 2 minutes ago, Lucius?" Tom demanded, squeezing Hermione's hand unconsciously.
"Milord?" Lucius asked, as his wife looked at him.
"2 minutes! Where were you?!"
"He was with me, milord." Narcissa replied timidly. "We've both been in this room since 11:35 and neither of us have left."
"Really?" Tom asked sarcastically. "Well, either you're lying for your husband or you're both behind it." he snapped.
"Milord?" Lucius asked uncertainly.
"Lucius," Hermione started quietly, making the blonde harden just by hearing his name on her lips, "2 minutes ago, someone was in our room. Someone that looked a lot like you."
"Hermione," Lucius started, "myself and Nars have been in this room since 25 to midnight and we haven't left this room."
"We both saw you." Hermione said, losing her patience.
"Hermione-"
"What have you been doing?" Tom asked.
"Milord?"
"In here. Since 11:35. What have you been doing?"
Narcissa blushed deeply and Lucius started to stutter. Hermione understood immediately and was inside seething that Lucius would act like he loved her and then go home and sleep with his wife. Tom knew as well but he wanted to hear it for his own amusement at being awoken so early in the morning.
"Milord, we've been ... um ... been ..."
"Tom, they weren't there. We can go." Hermione said to her husband, pulling on his hand gently.
Tom, ignoring her momentarily, used his Legilimency on the unsuspecting blonde man. He saw flashed of Narcissa moaning wantonly under her husband, grabbing the bedposts and screaming her orgasm away. Tom left Lucius' mind abruptly. "You might be off this time Lucius but Hermione won't always be there to protect you." he threatened. And the two left.
"She may be a mudblood but she seems ... acceptable." Narcissa said as Lucius lay back against the pillows. "If quite Gryffindor. A Slytherin would have made us say it and pressed on the matter. Yet she let us off."
"She does have a Slytherin side, Nars. It's hard to get out when she's lived her whole life in the light." His wife shrugged and was inside very suspicious but lay back to her husband, draping her arm across his bare chest.