Mistaken
Title: Mistaken
Author: Raven jaded_icy_rose
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Language, Violence, Sex talk
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Twenty-Six: Susan and Ron finally have their heart to heart chat while Lucius remembers what it’s like to be in love. Pansy, decides to torture Hermione with details of her and Draco, when she is seriously surprised
Disclaimer: Alright, so the plot is mine but nothing else is. The characters, nope, not mine.
A/N: Score! ^_^ Updating again. *dances* I hope you enjoy and I’m shocked at myself, this is a hella long chapter compared to some of my others. *hugs my muses* And I’m truly excited because of something entirely off topic and that is that football is back!!! …sorry. LOL. Anyway, to the story!
Oh! P.S. Part of this chapter has been taken from my other story, "Fine" about Lucius and Narcissa, it just seemed to fit in this. Enjoy!
Mistaken, Prologue
Mistaken, Chapter One
Mistaken, Chapter Two
Mistaken, Chapter Three
Mistaken, Chapter Four
Mistaken, Chapter Five
Mistaken, Chapter Six
Mistaken, Chapter Seven
Mistaken, Chapter Eight
Mistaken, Chapter Nine
Mistaken, Chapter Ten
Mistaken, Chapter Eleven
Mistaken, Chapter Twelve
Mistaken, Chapter Thirteen
Mistaken, Chapter Fourteen
Mistaken, Chapter Fifteen
Mistaken, Chapter Sixteen
Mistaken, Chapter Seventeen
Mistaken, Chapter Eighteen
Mistaken, Chapter Nineteen
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty One
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Two
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Three
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Four
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Five
Harry tried to push Lucius off of him, but the older man proved he hadn’t lost any strength while spending time in Azkaban. As he tried to come up with something to say, Harry found himself at a loss for words and for once, he knew that he didn’t want to say anything. Lucius Malfoy was a dangerous man when angered, but this was deeper than anger. This was pure rage that flowed within him and it wasn’t going to just disappear.
“Have I made myself clear to you, Potter?” Lucius growled as he loosened his grip on Harry’s shirt, idly trying to smooth out the wrinkles that he had caused.
“Sure.” Harry replied, taking a deep breath in as he walked away from Lucius, careful not to turn his back towards him as he reached Ginny’s side. When he glanced up at Lucius, he noticed that the former Death Eater seemed lost in thought as he stared out the window. “Ginny, think you could whip something up for Lucius to eat? I think if we feed him he won’t be as angry.”
Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes at Harry as she pushed his hand away for a moment. Harry recognized the brush off and frowned immediately, giving her a look of confusion.
“Oh don’t even begin to act like that Harry Potter,” Ginny whispered in a condescending tone, “You knew exactly what you were doing when you tried to egg on that poor man. Do you realize that he’s going through what happened to you? Only unlike you, he’s not a baby losing his parents. He’s lost the love of his life and may very well lose his son if you don’t get your head out of your ass.”
Ginny stood up, refusing any of Harry’s apologies as he followed after her into the kitchen. Although they had no privacy, the argument seemed to continue between the two of them while Susan and Ron looked on uncomfortably. For a moment, Susan’s hand touched Ron’s and they both jumped, as if they were just caught snogging in the broom closet. Susan stared down at the ground while Ron tried to count how many lines actually made up the back of his hand.
“You know we have to talk,” Susan started.
“I’ve missed you, Susan.” Ron stammered.
Both glanced at one another, a slight tint of red coming across their cheeks as they realized they had started talking at the same time. Ron licked his lips and wished desperately for a glass of water. If only Lucius hadn’t already grabbed his glass and downed the rest of the cool liquid. He returned to staring at his hand a moment before he took a deep breath and sighed.
“I’m not so sure I want to have this conversation with you in here, Ron.” Susan turned towards him as she sighed.
“Susan, you’ve got to know that I never meant to hurt you.” Ron murmured as he turned towards his wife who continued to stare down at the floor. When she didn’t say anything, he reached out for her hand, which she withdrew.
“I think we should continue this somewhere a bit more private, Ron.” She said, standing up as she looked towards Ginny, motioning towards one of the back rooms down the hall. Ron frowned, running his fingers through his hair he almost wished they could’ve gone out for a walk, but that impulse was smashed when he remembered the situation they were in. Slowly, he stood up and followed Susan into the back room.
When she shut the door behind him, Ron closed his eyes and prepared himself to be slammed against a wall once more. Susan’s arms wrapping around him from behind in a fierce hug was the last thing that he expected. As her grip loosened, he turned to face her and noticed she had a few tears in her eyes.
“Susan, why are you crying?”
“Besides the fact that I almost lost you, Ron? Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that I still have to deal with the fact that though you may not have intentionally tried to hurt me, you still cheated on me with Hermione, that rings a bell and frankly, it still hurts.” Susan replied, pulling away from him as she sat down, crossing her arms over her stomach.
“I told you that I didn’t mean for it to happen.” Ron tried to explain.
“Oh that’s rich,” Susan scoffed, “You mean to tell me you had absolutely no intention of Hermione ever seducing you?”
“It happened, alright? I just didn’t want it to.” Ron muttered.
“Then why did it, Ron? Obviously, you had feelings for her and I want the truth, all of it. Not just something that’s sugar coated because dammit if we’re going to work this out we’re going to do it correctly - with trust being built up between us again.” Susan wiped the tears from her eyes, “It’s going to hurt, and I know it is, but I want the truth. How long had it been going on?”
“For a couple of years,” Ron replied, hanging his head as he sat on the floor, leaning against Harry’s oak desk.
“A couple of years?” Susan mumbled, “You mean since we got into that fight and broke up. You were working with Harry and Hermione every day to try and find out how to defeat Voldemort; I should’ve figured it out.” She grabbed tissues from the box Ron offered to her.
“It happened a few days after the fight. I was miserable and Hermione offered to go get a drink with me, one thing led to another and before I knew it, she and I were sleeping with one another.” Ron grabbed the fake snitch from Harry’s desk and began tossing it back and forth.
“So you were drunk?” She asked, almost a bit hopeful that it had all begun over a drunken mistake.
“She was, I had only had a couple and still knew what was going on.” When Ron heard Susan’s sharp intake, he stopped tossing the snitch around and looked up at her. “I know it was wrong, Susan and believe me there hasn’t been a minute since I saw your face that I haven’t regretted it.”
“You mean to tell me that you took advantage of Hermione when she was drunk?” Susan asked, her tone unwavering. Ron hung his head and dropped his shoulders.
“It’s the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.” Susan sighed as she moved off the couch and sat down next to Ron, pulling her legs up against her body. Neither of them said a word to one another and the silence began to overtake the room. The only sound was the tick coming from a Grandfather clock that was in the corner. Ron tried not to reach out for her; he didn’t want to ruin things between him and Susan.
When her hand slipped into his, he turned towards her and saw the small look of hope in her eyes. Glancing down at their hands again, he saw the glint from their rings reflecting the light onto the wall. Leaning forward, he captured her lips in a soft kiss as he cupped her face with his other hand. As they moved away from one another, Susan licked her lips before letting out a deep sigh.
“Is this going to work?” She asked him quietly.
“I want it to,” Ron murmured as his forehead pressed against hers, “I want to work it out between us, Susan.”
“Me too.” Susan replied softly, “But it’s going to be awhile before I can trust you, Ron. You have to know and understand that. You can’t expect me to just trust you completely again.” Ron pulled away from her slightly, and Susan reached out to cup his face with her hands, “I still love you, Ron.”
“I know.” He whispered, glancing down at the ground. “As soon as we find Hermione and Draco, we’re going to go away. I’m going to take you where ever you want to go and we’ll spend as much time as we need to.” A slow smile crossed over Susan’s face as she met Ron’s eyes and saw the hope that she felt for the both of them.
“Okay, we’ll do that.”
~*~
Lucius glared towards the door that had been closed for the better part of an hour as he paced back and forth. The Weasley woman had been kind enough to fix him a sandwich and as much as he would’ve liked to annoy Potter with some snide remarks, he didn’t want to annoy Ginny. He had actually come to favor both the red headed women when their men had gone into the other room to obviously talk about him.
He watched the couple carefully, almost jealous that they were so young and in love. He knew a couple with that much love between the two of them. He even remembered running his hand along his wife’s stomach when she was pregnant with Draco, much like Potter was doing with Ginny.
“Lucius, I don’t need you to pamper me every minute. I’m not an invalid.” Narcissa murmured as Lucius he placed another pillow at the small of her back while she sat up in bed, reading. She allowed this nonsense only because she knew it pleased him to look after her.
Though she still hadn’t forgiven him for the sleeping potion he had slipped into her tea.
“I didn’t say you were, Narcissa.” He replied. As he leaned down and kissed the top of her head, Narcissa smiled and closed her eyes, laying her book beside her. She felt Lucius’ hand caress her swollen stomach softly and giggled.
“That’s the third time you’ve done it within the hour. Honestly, you’d think I was carrying the Holy Grail.” Glancing up at him, her cool blue eyes meeting his grey ones, she often thought of them as storm clouds that would always display his emotions to her.
“You are.” He murmured as he lifted her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss along her knuckle. When he turned towards the small dresser and slowly began to slide the drawer open, her heart skipped a beat. She saw the white mask as he pulled it from it’s hidden place and it was then she noticed the cloak he wore.
“No, you can’t be going out there again,” She stammered, “Dammit Lucius, this is the third time this week. Already you’ve placed your life on the line.” Throwing her covers aside she stood up in bed and ripped the mask from his hands. “You’re not going.”
For once, his eyes were cold when they met hers and her heart almost stopped.
“I have to.” He stated, lifting his robe he revealed to her the Mark that he rarely showed her. It glowed black and she knew that it burned. “He’s calling for us and if I do not show you know what will happen.”
“Will you return to me?” She asked him, turning away as she dropped the mask into his hands and wrapped her arms around herself, running her hands along her arms as if to warm the chill away from her body.
Lucius merely sighed as he placed the mask on his face and drew his hood up. He knew better than to reply to that because in truth, he didn’t know. He never wanted to utter the words that he wouldn’t be there to protect her, and deep down, he knew that if he did die, she’d be taken care of. But that wasn’t that mattered.
He felt the pain of his heart being stabbed with her tiny sobs that she tried to hide from him as he pulled the bookcase from its secret passage. He paused a moment to turn to look at his wife, he always did when she wasn’t looking and as she cried and crawled into bed, lying on her side with her face buried in her pillow, he damned Voldemort to hell.
~*~
He felt the familiar ache that came with remembering his dead wife. Deep down he really wished that he could just forget about her and the memories they shared but then he knew that his life would then have no meaning. She had been his heart and soul, and now he lived for their son. Cissa would’ve wanted him to have taken care of Draco and seen that he was safe, and happy.
A smirk crossed his face as he tried to think of her response to finding out that Draco had fallen in love with a mud-
Muggle born.
She’d have probably laughed with that giggle that made his stomach tighten with lustful thoughts of her and she would’ve wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. Then she would’ve leaned up, kissed his cheek and told him to stop being such an old man. She’d mention the hatred that had formed within her family because they went against the ideals of being a pureblood and she’d threaten to curse him if he ever tried to take her Draco away from her.
Narcissa had always been protective.
~*~
As the Daily Prophet fell onto the table from her fingers, Narcissa bit her lip nervously. Draco was asleep soundly in the small crib that Lucius’ mother had given her in celebration of the birth of a son - the new Heir of Malfoy. Her hand clenched at her sleeve as she wondered where the hell Lucius was.
Death Eater Attack: Dozens Dead On Both Sides
She started pacing back and forth as she glanced out the window that the moonlight streamed through. When Lucius had told her of the plans for that night, she hadn’t wanted him to go at all, but orders from the Dark Lord were to be followed, and Lucius promised her that he’d be okay.
She loved him.
Many people thought their marriage was nothing more than an arrangement - something that benefited both pureblood families of Black and Malfoy. But to her, it was more than that. This marriage was something that Narcissa cherished, and loved, because she cherished and loved Lucius.
He had been so sweet to her when she’d been pregnant with their darling Draco.
Lucius had done everything he could to make her comfortable since that day they exchanged their vows. And he showed her how much he cared for her.
She never forgot how caring he was, how loving and adoring.
She knew all too well that each night Lucius went out there with his white mask and black cloak that she had to wait all night until he came home to know that he was okay. She didn’t want to think about what Draco and her might have to endure if Lucius was ever captured.
But he was doing the right thing.
He was protecting their family and ensuring that they’d survive if Voldemort succeeded. If he didn’t, they’d always be able to act like they had never supported him to begin with.
Sighing, Narcissa walked back towards the crib that Draco slept soundly in, and letting herself fall into the big green chair by the window, she pulled her legs up to her body as she reached out and rocked the crib back and forth a little.
“Daddy’ll be home soon, Luv.” She murmured to Draco.
Shutting her eyes, she let herself smile as she remembered the first time she felt Draco kick inside her womb - and the reaction Lucius had when he felt the second kick.
Her eyes widened as she heard the opening of the passage behind the bookcase. Grabbing her wand, she stood up, guarding the crib from whomever it was coming in - she didn’t know if it was Lucius.
Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the familiar black cloak and the white mask.
It was Lucius.
She couldn’t move as she watched his gloved hand reach up and remove the cracked mask from his face. Dropping her wand, Narcissa quickly moved pulling Lucius’ body against hers.
She had to make sure he was real.
Make sure he was alive.
Her hand grabbed the back of his neck, her other hand digging into his arm. Her eyes shut to keep the tears from falling as she buried her face into his shoulder.
“I’m fine.” He whispered.
Hearing his voice only made things better. For tonight, her husband and her baby were fine.
Now she just had to endure the rest of the war.
~*~
He only knew of her struggles every time he went out because of her pensieve that he discovered shortly after he had been realeased from Azkaban. Taken over by grief he had stared into it and relived every memory she had thought deserved to be cherished. And now she was gone.
The sudden opening of a door caused Lucius to glance up. Ron and Susan emerged from the room, holding hands with one another. Lucius smirked, well at least the Weasley male was able to finally do something correctly.
He may have changed his views on Voldemort and mudbloods, but that didn’t mean he actually had to like the Weasley family, except Ginny. He liked her.
~*~
Hermione cried as she held Draco tightly in her arms. Thankfully, despite the fac that he went limp in her arms, she still heard a faint heartbeat. As she pressed his body against hers, she kept murmuring something softly as she kissed his forehead. When she heard the click of the door, she didn’t bother to look up because it would’ve only distracted her and that was the last thing she wanted.
She had to save Draco.
“Well, isn’t this adorable.” Pansy muttered as she walked into the room, her hands on her hips as she glared down at Hermione. “Do you honestly think you can do anything for him?” She giggled as she knelt down to hear Hermione’s murmuring.
“Episkey, episkey, episkey,” Hermione whispered.
“Do you really think that pathetic spell is going to heal him? I hate to tell you, mudblood, but in your condition, you need a wand to do anything with any effectiveness.” Pansy watched as Hermione’s eyes darted towards Pansy’s hands. “Stupid, mudblood. Do you really think I would bring my wand in here for you to try and take away from me? I highly doubt I’d ever be that idiotic.”
Hermione didn’t respond to any of Pansy’s remarks. It was annoying Pansy and her annoyance showed clear on her pug face as her nose srunched up. Standing up, Pansy started to pace back and forth, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You don’t really believe that Draco fell in love with you, do you?” She asked Hermione, tilting her head as she walked. “Because seriously, I highly doubt Draco thought anything of you while he was writhing on top of you. I admit, Draco’s made some mistakes, the first being that he rejected me and the second being that he actually slept with a disgusting creature like yourself. But, things can be changed. People can be convinced to sway a certain way, at least that’s what the Dark Lord tells me. I’m in his confidence you know.”
Hermione had grown silent and Pansy almost rejoiced in the fact that her voice had stopped. Now she wouldn’t get a headache. She frowned when she noticed that Hermione still wasn’t paying any attention to her. Hermione Granger was not in a position to be ignoring a woman that could easily kill her, if only she had permission.
“I know exactly what’s going to happen to you, mudblood.” Pansy continued as she leaned down and pulled Draco away from Hermione, causing his head to hit the stone floor. Before Hermione could reach out for Draco, Pansy grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked.
She grinned as Hermione cried out in pain.
“Oh, you don’t like that?” Pansy asked, “I love it when it’s done to me. Draco used to do it in such a way too, he had this essence that just made you want to crawl for him.” Pansy looked into Hermione’s eyes. “Does he make you feel like that too? Or is it just a quickie and then he rolls away from you.”
“No, that’s only with you. You are, afterall, a whore.” Hermione muttered.
Pansy let out a small hiss as she tossed Hermione against the wall and smiled when she heard the thud as Hermione’s head connected with the stones. To add more punishment, Pansy slapped her across the face, causing Hermione’s lip to split. With satisfaction she walked between Hermione and Draco, making sure to keep them apart.
“Well, if I am a whore then I’m a damn good one.” Pansy stated as she crossed her arms. She noticed that Hermione darted her gaze towards the cell door. “I told the guards to leave, take a break. I don’t need them to handle you. You’re just a pathetic little mudblood.” Picking Hermione up, she wrapped her fingers around her neck and grinned as she heard Hermione gasp for air.
“You see, I don’t need anything to handle you. I can merely beat you by choking you.” She slammed Hermione against the wall again and watched her crumble to the floor. “What’s even funnier is that you thought you were perfect at Hogwarts. But look at you know. You can’t even compelte a wandless spell because you’re so weak.”
A smirk crossed her face as she noticed Hermione trying to crawl towards Draco. When Hermione’s hand neared her, she placed her heel on Hermione’s hand and stood on it, grinning as she saw Hermione’s eyes well up with pain.
When Hermione didn’t cry out, she only pressed harder.
“You do know that Draco’s slept with me since the two of you got together, don’t you?” She saw the flicker of pain cross into Hermione’s eyes. “Oh yes,” She added as Hermione whimpered. “He came in, angry because of what you had done and he saw me there, naked in my bed. I was dreaming about him.”
Taking her foot off of Hermione’s hand, she knelt down in front of her.
“When I stood up, demanding that he leave me alone I merely had a sheet wrapped around my body.” Hermione tried to look away from Pansy, trying to ignore her completely as she tried to figure out a solution that would enable her to reach Draco.
“And then he slammed me against the wall, kissing me so hard that it made me wet instantly.” Pansy giggled, “When he lifted me up and slammed inside of me, I came immediately.” Pansy tilted her head. “We did so much for each other but you had to ruin it.” Pansy noticed Hermione’s eyes as they traveled up along her body and she raised a brow.
“Oh don’t even begin to assume that you’d even have your filthy mudblood hands anywhere on me.” She muttered as she took a step back, running into a solid body. Pansy’s eyes widened, and slowly she turned around.
Draco stood there, completely healed with a smirk on his face as he wrapped his fingers around her neck and pushed her back against the wall, making sure to make her head connect with the stones.
“Pansy, you truly are an idiot.”
As Pansy opened her mouth to say something, or scream, Draco punched her and watched with satisfaction as she slumped to the ground. Hermione’s eyes widened with shock as she saw him stripping off some of her clothing. When he growled in frustration, she managed to get herself to stand up and walk over to him.
“Draco, what are you doing?” She murmured, her lip slightly swollen.
“Looking for my wand.” Draco mumbled as he reached under Pansy’s pants. Hermione shut her eyes, trying to look away, “This sodding bitch has it and I know it.” When he pulled it out of a hidden pocket she had at the bottom of her pants, he grinned. “Told you.”
Hermione gave a soft sigh of relief and when Draco turned toward her, he raised a brow and his mouth dropped in disgust.
“You don’t actually think I was feeling her up do you?” He demanded. When Hermione didn’t answer, but merely looked away and blushed, Draco let out a string of curses. “Oh that’s rich, Luv. Real funny.” Reaching out to Hermione, he took her hand and kissed it gently as he held his wand. “You’re the only one for me.” Hermione smiled slowly as she heard Draco mutter, “Episkey.”
Warmth flooded through her body and as she glanced down, she noticed she was completely healed. Wrapping her arms around Draco tightly, she leaned up and kissed him, running her fingers through his hair. As they pulled apart to catch their breath, Hermione found herself crushed up against his body. Shutting her eyes, she allowed a few tears to fall.
Draco grabbed her hand as he turned towards the cell door that was still slightly cracked. As Hermione looked back towards Pansy, she noticed Pansy was moving just a little. Letting go of Draco’s hand, Hermione walked toward her, kicking her in the head.
Turning to Draco, she saw the look of slight approval from him and surprise.
“I never liked her anyway.” Hermione muttered, grabbing his hand, she opened the door. With Draco laughing as they walked out, they firmly shut the door behind her and started walking up the stairs.
Author: Raven jaded_icy_rose
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Language, Violence, Sex talk
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Twenty-Six: Susan and Ron finally have their heart to heart chat while Lucius remembers what it’s like to be in love. Pansy, decides to torture Hermione with details of her and Draco, when she is seriously surprised
Disclaimer: Alright, so the plot is mine but nothing else is. The characters, nope, not mine.
A/N: Score! ^_^ Updating again. *dances* I hope you enjoy and I’m shocked at myself, this is a hella long chapter compared to some of my others. *hugs my muses* And I’m truly excited because of something entirely off topic and that is that football is back!!! …sorry. LOL. Anyway, to the story!
Oh! P.S. Part of this chapter has been taken from my other story, "Fine" about Lucius and Narcissa, it just seemed to fit in this. Enjoy!
Mistaken, Prologue
Mistaken, Chapter One
Mistaken, Chapter Two
Mistaken, Chapter Three
Mistaken, Chapter Four
Mistaken, Chapter Five
Mistaken, Chapter Six
Mistaken, Chapter Seven
Mistaken, Chapter Eight
Mistaken, Chapter Nine
Mistaken, Chapter Ten
Mistaken, Chapter Eleven
Mistaken, Chapter Twelve
Mistaken, Chapter Thirteen
Mistaken, Chapter Fourteen
Mistaken, Chapter Fifteen
Mistaken, Chapter Sixteen
Mistaken, Chapter Seventeen
Mistaken, Chapter Eighteen
Mistaken, Chapter Nineteen
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty One
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Two
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Three
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Four
Mistaken, Chapter Twenty Five
Harry tried to push Lucius off of him, but the older man proved he hadn’t lost any strength while spending time in Azkaban. As he tried to come up with something to say, Harry found himself at a loss for words and for once, he knew that he didn’t want to say anything. Lucius Malfoy was a dangerous man when angered, but this was deeper than anger. This was pure rage that flowed within him and it wasn’t going to just disappear.
“Have I made myself clear to you, Potter?” Lucius growled as he loosened his grip on Harry’s shirt, idly trying to smooth out the wrinkles that he had caused.
“Sure.” Harry replied, taking a deep breath in as he walked away from Lucius, careful not to turn his back towards him as he reached Ginny’s side. When he glanced up at Lucius, he noticed that the former Death Eater seemed lost in thought as he stared out the window. “Ginny, think you could whip something up for Lucius to eat? I think if we feed him he won’t be as angry.”
Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes at Harry as she pushed his hand away for a moment. Harry recognized the brush off and frowned immediately, giving her a look of confusion.
“Oh don’t even begin to act like that Harry Potter,” Ginny whispered in a condescending tone, “You knew exactly what you were doing when you tried to egg on that poor man. Do you realize that he’s going through what happened to you? Only unlike you, he’s not a baby losing his parents. He’s lost the love of his life and may very well lose his son if you don’t get your head out of your ass.”
Ginny stood up, refusing any of Harry’s apologies as he followed after her into the kitchen. Although they had no privacy, the argument seemed to continue between the two of them while Susan and Ron looked on uncomfortably. For a moment, Susan’s hand touched Ron’s and they both jumped, as if they were just caught snogging in the broom closet. Susan stared down at the ground while Ron tried to count how many lines actually made up the back of his hand.
“You know we have to talk,” Susan started.
“I’ve missed you, Susan.” Ron stammered.
Both glanced at one another, a slight tint of red coming across their cheeks as they realized they had started talking at the same time. Ron licked his lips and wished desperately for a glass of water. If only Lucius hadn’t already grabbed his glass and downed the rest of the cool liquid. He returned to staring at his hand a moment before he took a deep breath and sighed.
“I’m not so sure I want to have this conversation with you in here, Ron.” Susan turned towards him as she sighed.
“Susan, you’ve got to know that I never meant to hurt you.” Ron murmured as he turned towards his wife who continued to stare down at the floor. When she didn’t say anything, he reached out for her hand, which she withdrew.
“I think we should continue this somewhere a bit more private, Ron.” She said, standing up as she looked towards Ginny, motioning towards one of the back rooms down the hall. Ron frowned, running his fingers through his hair he almost wished they could’ve gone out for a walk, but that impulse was smashed when he remembered the situation they were in. Slowly, he stood up and followed Susan into the back room.
When she shut the door behind him, Ron closed his eyes and prepared himself to be slammed against a wall once more. Susan’s arms wrapping around him from behind in a fierce hug was the last thing that he expected. As her grip loosened, he turned to face her and noticed she had a few tears in her eyes.
“Susan, why are you crying?”
“Besides the fact that I almost lost you, Ron? Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that I still have to deal with the fact that though you may not have intentionally tried to hurt me, you still cheated on me with Hermione, that rings a bell and frankly, it still hurts.” Susan replied, pulling away from him as she sat down, crossing her arms over her stomach.
“I told you that I didn’t mean for it to happen.” Ron tried to explain.
“Oh that’s rich,” Susan scoffed, “You mean to tell me you had absolutely no intention of Hermione ever seducing you?”
“It happened, alright? I just didn’t want it to.” Ron muttered.
“Then why did it, Ron? Obviously, you had feelings for her and I want the truth, all of it. Not just something that’s sugar coated because dammit if we’re going to work this out we’re going to do it correctly - with trust being built up between us again.” Susan wiped the tears from her eyes, “It’s going to hurt, and I know it is, but I want the truth. How long had it been going on?”
“For a couple of years,” Ron replied, hanging his head as he sat on the floor, leaning against Harry’s oak desk.
“A couple of years?” Susan mumbled, “You mean since we got into that fight and broke up. You were working with Harry and Hermione every day to try and find out how to defeat Voldemort; I should’ve figured it out.” She grabbed tissues from the box Ron offered to her.
“It happened a few days after the fight. I was miserable and Hermione offered to go get a drink with me, one thing led to another and before I knew it, she and I were sleeping with one another.” Ron grabbed the fake snitch from Harry’s desk and began tossing it back and forth.
“So you were drunk?” She asked, almost a bit hopeful that it had all begun over a drunken mistake.
“She was, I had only had a couple and still knew what was going on.” When Ron heard Susan’s sharp intake, he stopped tossing the snitch around and looked up at her. “I know it was wrong, Susan and believe me there hasn’t been a minute since I saw your face that I haven’t regretted it.”
“You mean to tell me that you took advantage of Hermione when she was drunk?” Susan asked, her tone unwavering. Ron hung his head and dropped his shoulders.
“It’s the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.” Susan sighed as she moved off the couch and sat down next to Ron, pulling her legs up against her body. Neither of them said a word to one another and the silence began to overtake the room. The only sound was the tick coming from a Grandfather clock that was in the corner. Ron tried not to reach out for her; he didn’t want to ruin things between him and Susan.
When her hand slipped into his, he turned towards her and saw the small look of hope in her eyes. Glancing down at their hands again, he saw the glint from their rings reflecting the light onto the wall. Leaning forward, he captured her lips in a soft kiss as he cupped her face with his other hand. As they moved away from one another, Susan licked her lips before letting out a deep sigh.
“Is this going to work?” She asked him quietly.
“I want it to,” Ron murmured as his forehead pressed against hers, “I want to work it out between us, Susan.”
“Me too.” Susan replied softly, “But it’s going to be awhile before I can trust you, Ron. You have to know and understand that. You can’t expect me to just trust you completely again.” Ron pulled away from her slightly, and Susan reached out to cup his face with her hands, “I still love you, Ron.”
“I know.” He whispered, glancing down at the ground. “As soon as we find Hermione and Draco, we’re going to go away. I’m going to take you where ever you want to go and we’ll spend as much time as we need to.” A slow smile crossed over Susan’s face as she met Ron’s eyes and saw the hope that she felt for the both of them.
“Okay, we’ll do that.”
~*~
Lucius glared towards the door that had been closed for the better part of an hour as he paced back and forth. The Weasley woman had been kind enough to fix him a sandwich and as much as he would’ve liked to annoy Potter with some snide remarks, he didn’t want to annoy Ginny. He had actually come to favor both the red headed women when their men had gone into the other room to obviously talk about him.
He watched the couple carefully, almost jealous that they were so young and in love. He knew a couple with that much love between the two of them. He even remembered running his hand along his wife’s stomach when she was pregnant with Draco, much like Potter was doing with Ginny.
“Lucius, I don’t need you to pamper me every minute. I’m not an invalid.” Narcissa murmured as Lucius he placed another pillow at the small of her back while she sat up in bed, reading. She allowed this nonsense only because she knew it pleased him to look after her.
Though she still hadn’t forgiven him for the sleeping potion he had slipped into her tea.
“I didn’t say you were, Narcissa.” He replied. As he leaned down and kissed the top of her head, Narcissa smiled and closed her eyes, laying her book beside her. She felt Lucius’ hand caress her swollen stomach softly and giggled.
“That’s the third time you’ve done it within the hour. Honestly, you’d think I was carrying the Holy Grail.” Glancing up at him, her cool blue eyes meeting his grey ones, she often thought of them as storm clouds that would always display his emotions to her.
“You are.” He murmured as he lifted her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss along her knuckle. When he turned towards the small dresser and slowly began to slide the drawer open, her heart skipped a beat. She saw the white mask as he pulled it from it’s hidden place and it was then she noticed the cloak he wore.
“No, you can’t be going out there again,” She stammered, “Dammit Lucius, this is the third time this week. Already you’ve placed your life on the line.” Throwing her covers aside she stood up in bed and ripped the mask from his hands. “You’re not going.”
For once, his eyes were cold when they met hers and her heart almost stopped.
“I have to.” He stated, lifting his robe he revealed to her the Mark that he rarely showed her. It glowed black and she knew that it burned. “He’s calling for us and if I do not show you know what will happen.”
“Will you return to me?” She asked him, turning away as she dropped the mask into his hands and wrapped her arms around herself, running her hands along her arms as if to warm the chill away from her body.
Lucius merely sighed as he placed the mask on his face and drew his hood up. He knew better than to reply to that because in truth, he didn’t know. He never wanted to utter the words that he wouldn’t be there to protect her, and deep down, he knew that if he did die, she’d be taken care of. But that wasn’t that mattered.
He felt the pain of his heart being stabbed with her tiny sobs that she tried to hide from him as he pulled the bookcase from its secret passage. He paused a moment to turn to look at his wife, he always did when she wasn’t looking and as she cried and crawled into bed, lying on her side with her face buried in her pillow, he damned Voldemort to hell.
~*~
He felt the familiar ache that came with remembering his dead wife. Deep down he really wished that he could just forget about her and the memories they shared but then he knew that his life would then have no meaning. She had been his heart and soul, and now he lived for their son. Cissa would’ve wanted him to have taken care of Draco and seen that he was safe, and happy.
A smirk crossed his face as he tried to think of her response to finding out that Draco had fallen in love with a mud-
Muggle born.
She’d have probably laughed with that giggle that made his stomach tighten with lustful thoughts of her and she would’ve wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. Then she would’ve leaned up, kissed his cheek and told him to stop being such an old man. She’d mention the hatred that had formed within her family because they went against the ideals of being a pureblood and she’d threaten to curse him if he ever tried to take her Draco away from her.
Narcissa had always been protective.
~*~
As the Daily Prophet fell onto the table from her fingers, Narcissa bit her lip nervously. Draco was asleep soundly in the small crib that Lucius’ mother had given her in celebration of the birth of a son - the new Heir of Malfoy. Her hand clenched at her sleeve as she wondered where the hell Lucius was.
Death Eater Attack: Dozens Dead On Both Sides
She started pacing back and forth as she glanced out the window that the moonlight streamed through. When Lucius had told her of the plans for that night, she hadn’t wanted him to go at all, but orders from the Dark Lord were to be followed, and Lucius promised her that he’d be okay.
She loved him.
Many people thought their marriage was nothing more than an arrangement - something that benefited both pureblood families of Black and Malfoy. But to her, it was more than that. This marriage was something that Narcissa cherished, and loved, because she cherished and loved Lucius.
He had been so sweet to her when she’d been pregnant with their darling Draco.
Lucius had done everything he could to make her comfortable since that day they exchanged their vows. And he showed her how much he cared for her.
She never forgot how caring he was, how loving and adoring.
She knew all too well that each night Lucius went out there with his white mask and black cloak that she had to wait all night until he came home to know that he was okay. She didn’t want to think about what Draco and her might have to endure if Lucius was ever captured.
But he was doing the right thing.
He was protecting their family and ensuring that they’d survive if Voldemort succeeded. If he didn’t, they’d always be able to act like they had never supported him to begin with.
Sighing, Narcissa walked back towards the crib that Draco slept soundly in, and letting herself fall into the big green chair by the window, she pulled her legs up to her body as she reached out and rocked the crib back and forth a little.
“Daddy’ll be home soon, Luv.” She murmured to Draco.
Shutting her eyes, she let herself smile as she remembered the first time she felt Draco kick inside her womb - and the reaction Lucius had when he felt the second kick.
Her eyes widened as she heard the opening of the passage behind the bookcase. Grabbing her wand, she stood up, guarding the crib from whomever it was coming in - she didn’t know if it was Lucius.
Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the familiar black cloak and the white mask.
It was Lucius.
She couldn’t move as she watched his gloved hand reach up and remove the cracked mask from his face. Dropping her wand, Narcissa quickly moved pulling Lucius’ body against hers.
She had to make sure he was real.
Make sure he was alive.
Her hand grabbed the back of his neck, her other hand digging into his arm. Her eyes shut to keep the tears from falling as she buried her face into his shoulder.
“I’m fine.” He whispered.
Hearing his voice only made things better. For tonight, her husband and her baby were fine.
Now she just had to endure the rest of the war.
~*~
He only knew of her struggles every time he went out because of her pensieve that he discovered shortly after he had been realeased from Azkaban. Taken over by grief he had stared into it and relived every memory she had thought deserved to be cherished. And now she was gone.
The sudden opening of a door caused Lucius to glance up. Ron and Susan emerged from the room, holding hands with one another. Lucius smirked, well at least the Weasley male was able to finally do something correctly.
He may have changed his views on Voldemort and mudbloods, but that didn’t mean he actually had to like the Weasley family, except Ginny. He liked her.
~*~
Hermione cried as she held Draco tightly in her arms. Thankfully, despite the fac that he went limp in her arms, she still heard a faint heartbeat. As she pressed his body against hers, she kept murmuring something softly as she kissed his forehead. When she heard the click of the door, she didn’t bother to look up because it would’ve only distracted her and that was the last thing she wanted.
She had to save Draco.
“Well, isn’t this adorable.” Pansy muttered as she walked into the room, her hands on her hips as she glared down at Hermione. “Do you honestly think you can do anything for him?” She giggled as she knelt down to hear Hermione’s murmuring.
“Episkey, episkey, episkey,” Hermione whispered.
“Do you really think that pathetic spell is going to heal him? I hate to tell you, mudblood, but in your condition, you need a wand to do anything with any effectiveness.” Pansy watched as Hermione’s eyes darted towards Pansy’s hands. “Stupid, mudblood. Do you really think I would bring my wand in here for you to try and take away from me? I highly doubt I’d ever be that idiotic.”
Hermione didn’t respond to any of Pansy’s remarks. It was annoying Pansy and her annoyance showed clear on her pug face as her nose srunched up. Standing up, Pansy started to pace back and forth, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You don’t really believe that Draco fell in love with you, do you?” She asked Hermione, tilting her head as she walked. “Because seriously, I highly doubt Draco thought anything of you while he was writhing on top of you. I admit, Draco’s made some mistakes, the first being that he rejected me and the second being that he actually slept with a disgusting creature like yourself. But, things can be changed. People can be convinced to sway a certain way, at least that’s what the Dark Lord tells me. I’m in his confidence you know.”
Hermione had grown silent and Pansy almost rejoiced in the fact that her voice had stopped. Now she wouldn’t get a headache. She frowned when she noticed that Hermione still wasn’t paying any attention to her. Hermione Granger was not in a position to be ignoring a woman that could easily kill her, if only she had permission.
“I know exactly what’s going to happen to you, mudblood.” Pansy continued as she leaned down and pulled Draco away from Hermione, causing his head to hit the stone floor. Before Hermione could reach out for Draco, Pansy grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked.
She grinned as Hermione cried out in pain.
“Oh, you don’t like that?” Pansy asked, “I love it when it’s done to me. Draco used to do it in such a way too, he had this essence that just made you want to crawl for him.” Pansy looked into Hermione’s eyes. “Does he make you feel like that too? Or is it just a quickie and then he rolls away from you.”
“No, that’s only with you. You are, afterall, a whore.” Hermione muttered.
Pansy let out a small hiss as she tossed Hermione against the wall and smiled when she heard the thud as Hermione’s head connected with the stones. To add more punishment, Pansy slapped her across the face, causing Hermione’s lip to split. With satisfaction she walked between Hermione and Draco, making sure to keep them apart.
“Well, if I am a whore then I’m a damn good one.” Pansy stated as she crossed her arms. She noticed that Hermione darted her gaze towards the cell door. “I told the guards to leave, take a break. I don’t need them to handle you. You’re just a pathetic little mudblood.” Picking Hermione up, she wrapped her fingers around her neck and grinned as she heard Hermione gasp for air.
“You see, I don’t need anything to handle you. I can merely beat you by choking you.” She slammed Hermione against the wall again and watched her crumble to the floor. “What’s even funnier is that you thought you were perfect at Hogwarts. But look at you know. You can’t even compelte a wandless spell because you’re so weak.”
A smirk crossed her face as she noticed Hermione trying to crawl towards Draco. When Hermione’s hand neared her, she placed her heel on Hermione’s hand and stood on it, grinning as she saw Hermione’s eyes well up with pain.
When Hermione didn’t cry out, she only pressed harder.
“You do know that Draco’s slept with me since the two of you got together, don’t you?” She saw the flicker of pain cross into Hermione’s eyes. “Oh yes,” She added as Hermione whimpered. “He came in, angry because of what you had done and he saw me there, naked in my bed. I was dreaming about him.”
Taking her foot off of Hermione’s hand, she knelt down in front of her.
“When I stood up, demanding that he leave me alone I merely had a sheet wrapped around my body.” Hermione tried to look away from Pansy, trying to ignore her completely as she tried to figure out a solution that would enable her to reach Draco.
“And then he slammed me against the wall, kissing me so hard that it made me wet instantly.” Pansy giggled, “When he lifted me up and slammed inside of me, I came immediately.” Pansy tilted her head. “We did so much for each other but you had to ruin it.” Pansy noticed Hermione’s eyes as they traveled up along her body and she raised a brow.
“Oh don’t even begin to assume that you’d even have your filthy mudblood hands anywhere on me.” She muttered as she took a step back, running into a solid body. Pansy’s eyes widened, and slowly she turned around.
Draco stood there, completely healed with a smirk on his face as he wrapped his fingers around her neck and pushed her back against the wall, making sure to make her head connect with the stones.
“Pansy, you truly are an idiot.”
As Pansy opened her mouth to say something, or scream, Draco punched her and watched with satisfaction as she slumped to the ground. Hermione’s eyes widened with shock as she saw him stripping off some of her clothing. When he growled in frustration, she managed to get herself to stand up and walk over to him.
“Draco, what are you doing?” She murmured, her lip slightly swollen.
“Looking for my wand.” Draco mumbled as he reached under Pansy’s pants. Hermione shut her eyes, trying to look away, “This sodding bitch has it and I know it.” When he pulled it out of a hidden pocket she had at the bottom of her pants, he grinned. “Told you.”
Hermione gave a soft sigh of relief and when Draco turned toward her, he raised a brow and his mouth dropped in disgust.
“You don’t actually think I was feeling her up do you?” He demanded. When Hermione didn’t answer, but merely looked away and blushed, Draco let out a string of curses. “Oh that’s rich, Luv. Real funny.” Reaching out to Hermione, he took her hand and kissed it gently as he held his wand. “You’re the only one for me.” Hermione smiled slowly as she heard Draco mutter, “Episkey.”
Warmth flooded through her body and as she glanced down, she noticed she was completely healed. Wrapping her arms around Draco tightly, she leaned up and kissed him, running her fingers through his hair. As they pulled apart to catch their breath, Hermione found herself crushed up against his body. Shutting her eyes, she allowed a few tears to fall.
Draco grabbed her hand as he turned towards the cell door that was still slightly cracked. As Hermione looked back towards Pansy, she noticed Pansy was moving just a little. Letting go of Draco’s hand, Hermione walked toward her, kicking her in the head.
Turning to Draco, she saw the look of slight approval from him and surprise.
“I never liked her anyway.” Hermione muttered, grabbing his hand, she opened the door. With Draco laughing as they walked out, they firmly shut the door behind her and started walking up the stairs.