DISCLAIMER; HP belongs to JKR. The storyline and all new characters, and new developments are my intellectual property.
A/N As I said, Hermione is not weak, many strong women and men, lose self-respect over one that they love. This world is full of manipulative individuals who abuse others. Hermione was being abused, it happens. But she has already taken the first step, walking away. Trust me, I know this well.
The Painful Reality
Hermione stared. But this, what is it? Her tears streamed down and her heart felt ready to burst out her chest.
They had made love this morning, what was going on?
She was going to leave without saying a word, but she couldn't. Blaise was now licking Draco's nipples while he still appeared a little bored.
Draco pushed Pansy aside, sat her over Blaise's lap and was ready to take Blaise's former place, when Hermione grabbed a book and smacked his bum extra hard.
He looked around confused. She dropped the concealment charm near the door.
"I didn't quit my job, so glad I didn't, you all have fun. And Blaise, no wonder, you were jealous because Draco was with me."
Draco stood up and ran after her, his cock already limp.
"Hermione, my love, it is not what you think,"
"Your dick up inside her, kissing Blaise, and then going for her arse, wait there, what was it? Aha, sure, you were holding some kind of meeting. I find it all hard to believe." Her voice chocked but strong.
"Yes, mainly after you called Blaise a poof in love with you, and Pansy a skinny whore. Is that what you say about me?
She saw Blaise standing by the door, already dressed, looking heartbroken over her revelation. She didn't care. She was also heartbroken, and had Blaise cared?
"After you shagged me, how many times, before coming to work, do you still need more just two hours later? Are you sick? You must be. I have wondered for a while."
She had to hold back tears, "This is an office, you are the current CEO, and what if you father finds out? Leave me alone and fucking get dressed. You are nobody to me. I don't even know your name!"
She ran back to the library. Lucius was sprawled in the couch looking at an album and drinking.
L'roy flew to greet her. Lucius lifted his head at seeing the witch's face streaked with tears. What had happened?
He stood up after she stumbled, and was held aback when she went towards him.
He put his arms around her with great hesitation. Her body was cold and trembled like a leaf in the wind, and he knew this had to do something with Draco.
"Miss Granger what happened, shhh, please tell me. Is there a family emergency? Who, please talk to me."
He held her with great care, and was surprised at how well she fitted inside his arms. He breathed in her perfume mixed with her own scent, and he sighed. Heaven, she smells like paradise.
"I cannot stay here any longer, I must leave, he, he, and Blaise, and Pansy, oh god, I have been a fool, I am going to be ill." She heaved.
"No, you must calm down, here drink," he gave her a sip of his glass and sat her on a couch, still holding her. Her teeth were shattering, and she could barely swallow.
"What were they doing?"
She didn't answer, her eyes told him the story, but she took his fingers to her forehead and nodded.
And what he saw, made him want to kill Draco.
"There at the office, in my former office? Please tell me that I am wrong."
At that moment Draco came through the door, "Darling, my love, please come with me. We must talk, what you saw meant nothing, please, " and he came towards her.
He hadn't even cleaned up, and he reeked of sex. Lucius nose twitched in disgust; and as it usually happened during anger episodes, he felt very hot.
Burn him to pieces, I told you a million times that you can. He is vermin and needs to be turned into ashes. Point your hand, don't be shy! Lucius internal narrator, gave his usual unsolicited advice.
Or at least send him to Hades to keep his auntie company. Lucius thought the last advice had its merits, his anger made his blood boil, bloody hell, it was hot.
"Son, leave this room, now, this is an office and you are upsetting my assistant. Out my office, right his instance." He spoke between clenched teeth. His finger had just scorched the table, and he quickly moved his hand away.
"What, are you saying? She is not yours, she is mine, you are way too old for her. Don't think I haven't noticed your eyeing her, she isn't allowed to work here any longer, you are a pervert. She could be your daughter. And no, I will never obey the old rules, I don't share."
Lucius was barely able to restrain himself, he already had his wand ready.
"Hermione, come with me, don't be provincial, it was just sex. I was bored, and while we are not married, I should be able to fulfill my needs. I crave action." He, once again, assumed his bored, urban look.
"Sex, sex, we had sex more than once this morning, and at least three times last night. It wasn't as if you were denied. And not I am not provincial, that isn't the case. I have told you that I want to be alert to work, and you haven't care, and that wasn't enough. You had to, with, had, to—, never mind. I'm not marrying you. I am too good for you."
Her back was suddenly straight, her eyes dry . Righteous indignation was a good friend to her self-respect, time to be herself.
"Oh, no, you promised, and I won't let you out, we will marry and that is all there is to it. We marry on time. You signed a contract, the same all Malfoy brides signed since times forgotten, and short of my or your death the only way out, is Azkaban, right father?"
Punny git, what happened to old pervert? Now is it Father?? The interloper egged him on.
"He is right, Miss Granger. Albeit of a clause, which states that if there are obstacles in the Malfoy family, that cannot be circumvented,or if the head of the Malfoy family, that would be me, deems it necessary, he, Lucius Malfoy, will reserve the right to reschedule any matrimonial events. And he can do so, until such time the marriage is consummated. Accio, Malfoy-Granger, Scroll Anno…"
Drago grinned, he had her.
Lucius, continued holding the trembling witch, who after talking to Draco started to shake again. Now she looked fragile and not herself, Lucius hated it. He liked the warrior princess, the valiant witch, and not this wounded doe.
Draco sat in a chaises lounge and took a deep pull from his father's glass. He read it, "Fuck, when did you write that? This wasn't in the original?"
"No, it wasn't, but you made it my business when you asked me to hire her. I had to protect my interests, and I still hold the reigns of Malfoy Enterprise. By the way, Adrian Pucey is temporarily in charge while you take a mandated sabbatical at the Center."
Draco stood up, in an aggressive stand.
"Your sex drive seems to be out kilt, just like Cygnus Black's and Bellatrix Lestrange's. Fucking Blacks, beautiful, bright and unbalanced, it needs to be corrected, and if it cannot you will lose your job. You have ten weeks to get your life in order."
Lucius looked at him, "By the way, be grateful I chose to add the Malfoy Lady of the Manor clause, I hadn't before, but I will now, whether or not you get better, for her own safety. I don't trust you not to make her ill. Besides, I will be there watching you."
Draco screamed as if he were wounded, picked up the short sword and flicked his wrist, he meant to hurt Lucius. Well, better said, with intent to kill him, he aimed for his throat.
L'Roy flew and caught it in his powerful talons, and out his mouth came a small flare that burned and singed Draco's bum.
Hermione fainted in Lucius' arms when Draco sent the sword his father's way.
"Axel, send for Healer Muctis, Draco needs to be taken to the Center under restrains." Lucius picked up the witch and gently laid her on a divan.
Draco stood there, motionless. He was spent; he sat with his back pressed onto the chaises. His eyes staring at Lucius, sort of glazed, not really, they blazed with malicious discontent.
"Father, if you think you will take her away from me, you have another thing coming. I stole her from Adrian and her best friends. I lied to him and told him she was cheating."
Lucius stared, who was this wizard? He wondered.
"Aha, I have done a lot of bad shit to get her. She is mine, and if needed, I will do whatever else is necessary to keep her. I won't let you touch her, never." Draco looked at him with pure malice.
Lucius listened but wished that Draco hadn't spoken. He wasn't done.
"My mother was right; you think you are the only one that knows. Maybe I am fucked inside, because, I have sex, just to get the Darkness out of my system. All I want is Granger, I fuck the others to feel superior and because it is my right."
Lucius wanted to seal his lips. He didn't want to listen.
"And father, I would rather die than let you take her from me. Enact the clause, but remember I am your only son, and you know what will happen; you will never touch another witch, and that includes mine."
Adrian stood by the door after being called by Axel. His face showed infinite pain at Draco's revelation. He had heard it all.
Lucius made a note to have Draco tested, he was nearly sure that Draco wasn't his son. Maybe, but what Draco was, was not well, and Lucius didn't know the half of it. His heart mourned for his little Draco. He heard Adrian clear his throat.
Lucius felt deep sadness after he saw the terrible sorrow in the young wizard's eyes; Adrian who looked 100% like his mother, could have been his son.
Adriana was his first love, his chosen one, until his father let Tom Riddle have his say. He remembered her tears the last time he saw her, before she married, when they wished to run away.
Tom made her parents give her to Pucey, within days. His father was a very Dark Wizard, but Lucius thought he had been a good father, and a good husband to Adriana, before she was murdered by renegades, before the end of the war.
Seeing Adrian's sad eyes felt this was a second betrayal to Adriana. Draco, oh Draco, what have you done?
"Muctis glad you came right away." With Adrian there, he didn't want to say much.
"Adrian, Draco is ill…"
Draco snorted and drank more. "Princess, wake up and watch out for the old wizard. He has has lived the life of an ascetic because he cannot even share his cock, and…"
Muctis had something on his hand, and when he touched Draco, he felt back on the couch. Draco was asleep on contact.
"Adrian, son, first let me say that I am sorry but he is not well. I need you make sure that Miss Parkison is no longer allowed into Malfoy Industries, her consulting job is terminated." He signed Adrian to sit by him.
"Better, hire the warding firm to create a ward into any Malfoy property to keep her away. As for Blaise Zabini, he must be immediately transferred to the California office, give him a raise, but he must not contact Draco. He will be taking the place of the retiring manager. Need the office and the dressing room redone, entirely, donate the furniture, give it away, it is polluted."
He finished giving the orders while Muctis Floo to several places to bring needed items. By the time that Adrian left, Muctis was checking Hermione.
"This witch is severely underweight, and suffers from blood deficiencies. She is err, ahem, he cleared his throat. She has been ill used and has a couple sickness that need attention, in her err, ahem. Mostly because the tissues are sensitive and are torn from abuse."
Muctis turned red. As a private healer for Lucius and his staff, he hadn't seen these type of injuries since the war days. And thinking the Malfoy heir had done this, it embarrassed him.
Pay attention, get rid of the bad spawn. It was always done, he is touched, he damages all he touches…Lucius dulled the narrator, he didn't remember hearing the inner voice so often. Maybe he was also sick.
"Muctis, she is your priority, and you will be coming with us. I think a week should do it…"
Lucius sat in front of the fire. His eyes were distant and cold. His blood had cooled, his anger had not.
He stood up and went to the guest room where Miss Granger lay.
"Mr. Malfoy, what I am doing here?" she seemed confused.
"This morning, you remember?"
Images of earlier came, invading her head, and tears sprung out her eyes."I am sorry, I shouldn't be crying. You must think I am weak. I am mostly feel ill used. I don't want to create problems between yo…"
He sat by her side," Enough of this. Nothing to be said We are leaving in a few hours, your clothes and all you need is packed and here." He held her hand and patted her.
"You will find it suitable. Draco is interned at the Centre, and we have much work to do. I took the liberty to let your parents know of your plans. Let's concentrate in our work…"
Mipzy came in, "Master Lucius, you gots this scroll. "
He looked at it, "Excuse me, Miss Granger, let me read this."
"I don't understand, it cannot be. This must be a mistake."
"Mr. Malfoy what is going on?