Chapter 6: Parents and Bonds
DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline and all new characters, new character development, and new developments are my intellectual property.
A/n I haven't abandoned the story. It has several chapters finished, But not revised. So here.
Parents and Bonds.
"My son is right, what will it be?" He asked once more.
He was more at ease now thinking she might be one of the L'orcs. They had not discussed it yet. But no matter, he knew this was the only way, and he had been fighting his feelings for the witch since a while ago.
He had secret feelings for longer than he care to admit to himself. Which was exactly the reason why he didn't want to hire her to start with; he knew that it would hurt to see her with Draco. It had been pure agony.
He remembered the pain he felt the day she told him that she was quitting. His interloper knew it.
Say it, you wanted her since the DH battle. She was magnificent. You have dreamed of her more than once, coward.
"Wait this is too fast, I need to think. When?"
"Today, we shouldn't waste time; I can declare Adrian my son, thus enabling the clause and effectively blocking Draco's access; of course, he could be here at any minute, and we might be already too late."
Adrian went down one knee, "Kitten, I have never stopped loving you. Say yes?"
Hermione somehow knew that it was right. Lucius' stomach hurt. He felt ill. The damn witch was going to say no, and it was going to hurt. He wanted to run to the loo.
He knew the drill, she would say no, and he would throw up and be sick for hours. His father and cousins were also the same.
"I should inform my err, parents."
"I already know they aren't your parents, biological I mean. They love you; I've been told."
"They do, and you don't know, nobody does, because, I just found out myself. They told me the story a few days ago." She looked sad.
"The Grangers are my guardians and with my coming engagement told me the truth. They met a young couple during a trip. They seemed very troubled, apparently my mother was nearly to term, I was not yet born." She sighed.
"Most of what I knew were lies. They were L'Orc, that much was true. But they were magical, and they were not from this time. She, my mother, had been promised to a nasty, powerful, and cruel wizard. Her twin sister was older and should have been her; but they had a better offer, and they offered him a trade, the twin sister. The sister who hadn't told her parents that she had married in secret. When the wizard found out, he said he didn't want damaged goods, that he would wait for me."
"Wait your parents are not L'orc?"
"I said they were, one was in any case. They left me, and somehow arranged for me to have one of the family houses in the future, or now. The same house were they were staying in. I looked the history, one of the last was married to a Lestrange." Hermione told them.
"You are related to them?"
"Yes, but all the family was dead or gone by 1950. There a lot of holes, legends and what not. Some said L'Orcs were part fey, or who knows what, a very mysterious family; same along with another family, L', hmm, something. They first show up in the late 1500s. Their witches and wizards," she blushed, "were known for their beauty."
"Aye," both wizards said and looked at her as a cat would a fat pigeon.
"Cut it out you two," she glared at the pair, but they were undeterred.
"Whatever, so as I was saying, my parents, the Granger, I mean my mother told that she was one of the ones in the 'hot librarians section,'" she looked at Adrian-Dragon, who was trying not to smile. He knew how mad it made her.
Lucius sat there with his mouth hanging open. Not possible. "Do you know who the sister married? What was your father's name? "
"My father, no idea, the Grangers weren't sure, they said they had introduced theirselves as L'orc, but he wasn't. Very secretive about who he was. My mother, told she had the feeling that he wasn't human, she said, "He had a perfect face, no human can look like that." They told me my name is Granger to prevent anyone from finding me. I had a way to, err, travel err. "
She could cannot tell them about the time turners, I made a vow never to tell a Death Eater, darn. "Never mind, I wasn't able to find much."
"They never came back?" Lucius asked.
"Never, they had said they probably wouldn't get another chance." She looked very sad.
"My dear witch," Lucius asked, not noticing the term of endearment. "Please wait, I will be back."
When he left Adrian sat close to her, "I've missed you so very much." He looked Malfoy, looked like Draco; he was Draco shaped like Lucius whenever he wasn't Adrian.
He touched her lips with his finger tips. "I don't care who you might be, you are my love." He bent and kissed her lips, a mere touch. "No, I shouldn't, not while I am still promised to another, soon."
Both were breathing hard, "You still love me? Even knowing how stupid I was? I wasn't myself but nobody forced me." She didn't cry, no more tears.
"We have talked to Muctis' son, a mental healer. Draco has a dark force inside, a powerful one; he ensnared you slowly. I think he cares for you, and he is obsessed. Do I care? No, I love you no matter what."
He bent and laid his cheek next to hers. He didn't dare to do more. He whispered, "Just this makes me burn inside, I shouldn't be this close. Do you remember that day at the Summer Ball?" He was very warm.
"Yes, how could I forget." She remembered their first time, he pulled her in an empty room after dancing. Not even a date. They danced several dances. During a slow dance she could feel how hard he was.
He took her hand and they went outside by some old ruins…Against a wall, from behind. He kissed her neck as he raised her long dress, "Yes?" He asked while his hand lowered her knickers, "yes," she whispered. She heard him opening his trousers…
Lucius was watching from the door, strange seeing them didn't upset him. He coughed. They were both flushed, hmm.
"I want you to look at this my dearest," now that he had said 'my dearest' once, he decided that it sounded right. Best to start somewhere, tonight he might be on her bed. The idea made his throat burn. He decided to forget about it for now.
He sat on her side again, now much closer. He breathed in deeply, he nearly jumped, she was aroused.
This is bad, I need to keep it together, he was just talking to himself, but, why? Maybe you need to start getting ready? What heady fragrance, don't lie to yourself.
He opened the book in a hurry, her leg next to him was disturbing. "Here," he pointed at Ursas, "Does she look li…"
"My god, you have a picture of my mother, why is that? No wait, my mother didn't have specs, this must be her sister. Why?"
"She is Ursas, my Great-great grand aunt, the writer of Three Laws."
"How, oh, she married into your family. What else do you know?" Her eyes shone, bright with excitement.
"Not much, most of her story is missing. All I know is what I told you, namely, she was murdered, or so it was thought. There were signs of struggle. She had been madly in love with my uncle, a twin. She was pregnant at the time, it was concluded that she had been killed, along with the others found dead. They thought she was probably buried, where not sure. The other bodies were found; my uncle's body was also missing, but his wand was found."
He wondered if he should tell them what happened a few days before and decided against.
She was still looking at the pictures, "Wait, who is this?" She pointed at a tall wizard in the album.
"No idea why?"
"His portrait is in my home, I don't recall why."
"And this?"
"My great grandmother."
"She is also in the gallery, a relation, how about that?"
"This is amazing, but wait," he needed to tell them. A dreadful idea crossed his mind, they needed to leave this island. What if …no, it couldn't be.
"Yes," she say impulsively, "I will do it. And tomorrow, we will go to investigate."
The next hours were a flurry of activity. Neither Harry nor Ron tried to talk her out of it. They were open about the marriage, and they said if it made her happy, it was good with them. They'd missed their togetherness the most. Besides they knew that she loved Adrian.
Hermione was thinking that she had gone mad. She sat with Lucius, they married according to their tradition. They walked to a made shift altar, on a flat stone behind the house.
They were barefooted when they exchanged vows, and all the Gryffindor gasped when Lucius took the silver handle knife on a tray, expertly made a shallow cut on his wrist, and the same on hers, then Adrian tied them with a silk ribbon.
When the bloods touched, he felt as if fire had gone up his arm, Lucius gasped. A smile graced Dragon's lips when he saw smoke rising.
Everyone saw Malfoy magic at work, ribbons of light wrapped around both, L'roy hooted with delight, the house elves played small air pipes, and the ribbon flew on the air straight to Axel's hand.
He made it disappear for safe keeping. It only happened during promising unions; it was the same when he'd bonded with Adriana. The two pups sat near Lucius' feet. They had chosen a master; he was certain.
The young witch looked from her window and smiled. Hermione looked beautiful, she wanted to know her better, but for now she wanted to hide indoors where was safe. She saw the pups and grinned. She already knew that you couldn't force them, they chose you.
She looked at the sky apprehensively, closed her windows, lowered the curtain, placed a small figure on the window seal, and wished the pups were older, readier.
Lucius knew that this was the moment, "I declare my wife Hermione the Lady of the Manor, and invoke the clause with my son's agreement. Dragon?"
"Yes, I agree," Adrian-Dragon stated.
"You understand that as long as Hermione shall live there cannot be another lady, and you as cannot be with another witch. And if I shall die before her, you will not bring others into the union?"
"I do."
Once again a display few got to witness, a chain of lights wrapped all around three Malfoy. The chain formed a wall of twirling colors and the ground was covered with small blooms.
When all was over, Adrian-Dragon looked a 100% Malfoy; he was Draco, but his body looked like Lucius.
"That was it, the public declaration, a bind. Amazing, he is Draco, it took strong magic to make it happen, they stole Draco, unreal, They planned this well." Bill advised.
Lucius bent to kiss her, his lips had barely touched her when the sky was darkened by a large shadow.
They heard a nasty laughter booming over them. Everyone looked up and saw a large shape.
"A dragon." Ron pointed, and it was gone.
A feeling of dread grabbed Lucius' heart. They all heard .
"She is mine, one or the other, chose, your last chance, say the words."
Lucius knew that it was time to talk.
"Everybody follow me, we will celebrate a little later."
He told them what happened a few days earlier, and showed the specs and the scarf.
"Was she a ghost? But the specs," Hermione asked.
"She seemed very solid. You know this island is in-between. In simple terms, we are in another dimension."
"How can she be alive?"
"Who and what is the dragon?"
"All good questions."
They would explore the next day. Their guest came in the room where they were celebrating. With a mischievous smile she tried to pick up one of the pups, both snarled and growled; but they followed her and licked her calf, she grinned.
She went to Hermione, kissed her cheek and gave her a tight hug. Hermione liked her, she reminded her of someone.
Lucius
The last years had been sexless. Cissy was an expert lover; she liked sex, this was a fact. Thus, he availed himself to her body. He knew about Bella and her, he wasn't blind.
It would seem that a the beginning Rodolphus didn't mind, since he had found the three more than once. Rabastan was often part of the mix; it also appeared as if the brothers had their own thing going.
After the short kiss, he was ready, and Muctis said that she was healed.
Lucius waited on top of the bed, dressed different though, he was tense.
She came out in a short silk gown, feeling strange. She couldn't figure out, all had noticed, why Lucius looked younger, he was around Bill's age. He just made her nervous.
"Come here share a glass of champagne, it is very good."
She felt super shy; her heart was beating irregularly.
He was dressed in nightclothes, linen drawstring trousers, and a half-open tunic top.
He looked different. She couldn't say how, but hot came to mind, very; indeed, he was beautiful.
"Here," he tried not to look at her, when he saw her come in, he realized that she was naked under, and now all he could think was of her body; she was gorgeous.
"I feel like a fish out water, not sure of what to do," Lucius wouldn't even look at her. He wasn't relaxed.
"I get it, I am sorry you 'had' to marry me to save Ad, I mean Dragon, it is odd."
He couldn't disagree, "Yes, I know."
He had seen her breasts clinging to the silk. Enough, do something.
"So you know that you married me because you had to?"
She sounded upset. What was she saying?
"No, no, Dragon, I said I agreed. It sounds odd, I think of him as Adrian, but his mother called him Dragon. We'd wanted to name our first child Draco."
He knew that they would sit there all evening and that wouldn't do. He married her to do this exactly, to be with her; he'd wanted her for a long while.
He looked a her. He could lick her from head to toe, drink her until he was drunk, gods he wanted to taste her. His cock twitched.
"Imagine, I married someone that doesn't want me."
"You are wrong, very wrong, here."
He put her glass down and took her hand inside his trousers, "Does this tell you that I don't want you?"
She closed her eyes, he was very hard, large like Adrian.
Her hand closed around it while he looked at her. His eyes closed, and his hips lifted. He shuddered and pulled her over him. While pulling, his hand touched her naked bottom, and his control snapped.
He was no longer thinking, he caught her mouth, a kiss that turned wild kiss. He bit her, his tongue explored moving to and fro. His hands squeezed her naked bum as he moved his hips.
He was nearly penetrating her but for his trousers. His body felt ready to combust. His moaning was louder and louder.
Her gown caught on fire and started burning, "Gods," she said trying to take it off, moved away from him and jumped from the bed.
He was already standing to grab the bottle of champagne, and poured it on her.
"Are you okay?"
She was soaked, "What happened?"
He wasn't sure, to date it only happened whenever he was angry but she wasn't burned, strange.
"Not sure," damn, her scent, dear gods.
He did the oddest thing, he went on his knees and started to lick the champagne from her body. Nothing ever tasted so good, he noticed, "No hair, " he raised his head and look at her.
She smiled, "'No hair, yes, waxing."
"Ouch," he said. "So pretty." He sat on his calves the rug was thick, he moved his mouth closer and keened when he looked at her sex, it was nearly lilac, the scent was all he could smell, this wasn't usual.
He opened her folds carefully, "Very pretty, witches are perfect. But you, dearest, you are beyond perfection."
His tongue licked her carefully, while his fingers played with her sex. He tasted her and could hear her cries from far away. His body throbbed, oh yes, he was ready, to be deep inside.
He stood, picked her up and laid her on the bed. He was naked, she noticed, he did it wandless. She could as well, do wandless, but he didn't even drew a symbol, whatever.
He was above her, kissing her.
His aroused, very warm sex was pressing onto her, "I want you, so very much."
This was Lucius on his bed; she'd married him, so strange. She moved her hips up, closer to him; her hands ran along his back making his muscles clench.
He kissed her eyes, "No thinking, I can see your mind," his breath hitched with every other word.
"You taste like me." She teased.
He licked her lips, "You're delicious."
His hands were caressing her body, as his mouth traced her, moving restlessly. His hand opened her thighs, searching.
"Wait I didn't take a potion, and…"
"And nothing, you don't suppose to, never. Why miss the chance to have babies. You are my dearest wife. My sweet witch."
He kneeled in between her legs, his eyes caressed her.
He was perfection, pale other than his cock, a very dangerous looking one. She would had never guessed.
"Thanks," she said.
"Why?"
"The babies," a baby, she wanted a family, she smiled, "do you want my baby?" Draco thought babies would take her away from him. He didn't want any, not for a long time.
"I want you, so of course, I do. I want your babies, as many as you are willing. I want to see you big with either my or Dragon's babies. You will be a goddess," he looked at her pebbled nipples and imagining them darker with pregnancy his cock throbbed.
He went on his knees and sat on his calves; he was going to have her straddled him, a long-standing fantasy.
They had left the doors to the balcony open. At once, both felt someone in the room with them. Lucius called L'roy, and the room went dark.
"No, let go," he heard her and reached for her, where was she? Suddenly, he was no longer there.
The door to the room opened.
"What is going on?" Adrian asked, "Lumox," he ordered.
"Who are you? Drop her now, or you die," Adrian had his wand ready but didn't dare to hex him, not while he had Hermione.
They saw how a hooded man, a very tall, taller than any of them, pulled a struggling and naked Hermione.
Lucius realized that the man was starting to fade; he was Apparating away. No, this wasn't possible; their wards shouldn't allow it.
"No, no, you fiend," Hermione twisted and kicked him on his upper thigh, hard.
"No kicking. You my dear, you come, you are mine," he looked in Lucius' direction.
"I'm choosing her; she is a beauty and is mine, promised to me, mine! I gave you a choice, twice. Ursas was mine. And this last time, you helped Ursas hide when I nearly had her. So now, Hermione is mine to keep. I made my final choice."
A/n this week another chapter.