Ficcage:: Something Off
For riza: Bunny #15 Molly Weasley witnesses/walks in on Lucius and Hermione in a sexual act. She attempts to save Hermione. with Prompt 035. Sixth Sense
Title: Something Off
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lucius/Hermione
Prompt: 035. Sixth Sense
Summary: Molly Weasley knows when something Bad is happening. She just doesn't know how Bad it is.
Author's Plea: Humor, of course. Barely edited and written at work, so that should give you some clue as to quality. Sorry! I'll fix it when I get home. Enjoy if you can, riza!
Something Off
astarvingwriter
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Molly knew something was off. She wasn't sure exactly what was off, but she knew it was Bad and had to do with that terrible Lucius Malfoy or his son.
They had both been acting rather peculiar of late, even more peculiar than when they had arrived in a frightened and undignified heap of contrition at her doorstep four years ago. Though the two had fooled or otherwise appeased the rest of the Order with their apparent transformation (and the offering of invaluable information that won the war), she would have none of it, not even four years after the peace had been reached for all and sundry.
Something was off, they were being peculiar, and that was that.
That tickling thought in the back of her head continued to be bothersome until she just new that something had to be done. Molly liked to believe that every mother had some sort of sixth sense. She also liked to believe that hers was a bit more attuned than most, and that belief was only heightened when the witches and wizards she took her concerns seemed to almost be humoured by her suspicions. It was disconcerting and only made her worry grow by leaps and bounds.
The moment when she knew action was necessary, with or without the support of the others, was during the Yule season. Everyone had gathered at the newly renovated Grimmauld Place and life was a bit hectic as ham and pudding were prepared by several matrons of varying skill. At one point, Draco Malfoy, invited to the festivities out of duty and accepted out of probable spite, had entered the kitchen to watch the power struggles. With a frown and a spark, she had decided to set him to work.
"Draco, would you please fetch Hermione? We need her to start the gravy."
He smirked. He smirked in such a fashion that her blood ran cold, and she almost dropped the casserole dish.
"I don't particularly think she wants to be fetched right now," he drawled smoothly. "She's in the upstairs study with my father."
This time she did drop the casserole dish.
"Well... I'll just fetch her myself, shall I?" she mumbled with authority as she removed her apron and left the kitchen in a flurry.
Grimmauld Place seemed to be much bigger than she recalled, especially considering all the improvements Harry, Ron, and Ginny had made over the years. The upstairs study was actually the converted attic, and Hermione spent most her time in that glorious space. Her children and Harry had jokingly referred to it as Hermione's Chamber, especially after finding her there several mornings. However, it was a public place, despite the 'do not disturb' sign someone had jokingly hung on the doorknob.
Still, it would be rude not to knock.
"Hermione?" she called through the door. "Hermione, we need you in the kitchen."
She thought she heard a few thumps and maybe even some whispering from inside the room, and that told her that whatever they were doing in that room, it was probably Bad. After all, those very same sounds from the twins' room usually meant some sort of explosion, fight, or general mayhem. It was even because of Fred and George that Molly knew exactly how to get through almost any magical locking charm.
And then what little doubt she had left dissolved when she heard two little words.
"Lucius... please."
Without further hesitation, Molly knew exactly what she had to do.
"I'll save you, Hermione," she whispered passionately as she began undoing the locks. With a grand flourish, she threw open the door and entered the room with her wand ready.
The scene before her wasn't quite what she had been expecting. As it was, she was so thoroughly entrenched in the need to rescue, she never stopped to notice that Hermione was both not so much a child anymore and nor did she look like she needed to be rescued. In fact, had Molly seen through the haze of her righteousness, she might have thought that Hermione looked quite pleased indeed.
Instead, she saw the Dreadful Foe, Lucius Malfoy, assaulting poor Hermione in such a terrible way. With his... and the... and the poor girl's hands were tied above her head. That certainly couldn't be comfortable.
"Step away from Hermione you... you... beast!" Molly said only after she fired a poorly aimed hex in Lucius's general direction.
The man, if she could even call him a man, looked worried for scarcely a second before amusement took its place. Without pausing a beat, he somehow managed to spin the scantily clad and obviously mortified Hermione off the table and into his arms. The girl immediately sought to cover her near-nudity with a nearby white shirt, but was having some difficulty while her hands were tied. With a smirk all the more pretentious than even his son, the wretched man snatched the shirt out of Hermione's hands and put it on himself. The poor girl whimpered something awful at which Lucius merely laughed and pointedly raised an eyebrow.
"Mrs. Weasley, I was unaware you were unable to read."
Molly's confusion was just obvious beyond her rage for the man to laugh again.
"There was a sign on the door, was there not? What about 'do not disturb' is difficult to understand?"
"I heard noises. I heard you attacking her!"
"Whatever noises you heard, madam, I can assure you Miss Granger was not being attacked."
"Then why are her hands tied?"
"Because she wanted them to be."
The sound Hermione made them, even as she had managed to gather enough dignity to not hide in Lucius arms, was a mixture between a laugh and a groan. When the girl finally gathered her composure, she turned to Molly with rosy cheeks and an embarrassed expression.
"It's true, Mrs. Weasley. We were... Lucius and I are involved. I thought everyone knew, and for that I apologize."
It took a full minute before that statement made any sense to Molly.
"You...? And he? But Hermione! Foolish child, don't you know who he is?" she said, her embarrassment at finally realizing what exactly she had interrupted warping quickly into disapproval.
"I am hardly a child anymore, Molly, and I certainly am aware of who he is. I hardly wish to shag strangers."
And Molly had no comment on that. With her mouth flapping with indignation, she gave them each a look intended to bring shame but which failed miserably for perhaps the first time, and stomped pointedly out of the room.
After all, she was not defeated and her sixth sense hadn't been wrong. She had simply underestimated the extent of Lucius Malfoy's rottenness. Now he had involved poor Hermione in his schemes.
Yes, something was still off, they were all being peculiar, and that was that.
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Title: Something Off
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lucius/Hermione
Prompt: 035. Sixth Sense
Summary: Molly Weasley knows when something Bad is happening. She just doesn't know how Bad it is.
Author's Plea: Humor, of course. Barely edited and written at work, so that should give you some clue as to quality. Sorry! I'll fix it when I get home. Enjoy if you can, riza!
Something Off
astarvingwriter
Standard Disclaimer Applies
*
Molly knew something was off. She wasn't sure exactly what was off, but she knew it was Bad and had to do with that terrible Lucius Malfoy or his son.
They had both been acting rather peculiar of late, even more peculiar than when they had arrived in a frightened and undignified heap of contrition at her doorstep four years ago. Though the two had fooled or otherwise appeased the rest of the Order with their apparent transformation (and the offering of invaluable information that won the war), she would have none of it, not even four years after the peace had been reached for all and sundry.
Something was off, they were being peculiar, and that was that.
That tickling thought in the back of her head continued to be bothersome until she just new that something had to be done. Molly liked to believe that every mother had some sort of sixth sense. She also liked to believe that hers was a bit more attuned than most, and that belief was only heightened when the witches and wizards she took her concerns seemed to almost be humoured by her suspicions. It was disconcerting and only made her worry grow by leaps and bounds.
The moment when she knew action was necessary, with or without the support of the others, was during the Yule season. Everyone had gathered at the newly renovated Grimmauld Place and life was a bit hectic as ham and pudding were prepared by several matrons of varying skill. At one point, Draco Malfoy, invited to the festivities out of duty and accepted out of probable spite, had entered the kitchen to watch the power struggles. With a frown and a spark, she had decided to set him to work.
"Draco, would you please fetch Hermione? We need her to start the gravy."
He smirked. He smirked in such a fashion that her blood ran cold, and she almost dropped the casserole dish.
"I don't particularly think she wants to be fetched right now," he drawled smoothly. "She's in the upstairs study with my father."
This time she did drop the casserole dish.
"Well... I'll just fetch her myself, shall I?" she mumbled with authority as she removed her apron and left the kitchen in a flurry.
Grimmauld Place seemed to be much bigger than she recalled, especially considering all the improvements Harry, Ron, and Ginny had made over the years. The upstairs study was actually the converted attic, and Hermione spent most her time in that glorious space. Her children and Harry had jokingly referred to it as Hermione's Chamber, especially after finding her there several mornings. However, it was a public place, despite the 'do not disturb' sign someone had jokingly hung on the doorknob.
Still, it would be rude not to knock.
"Hermione?" she called through the door. "Hermione, we need you in the kitchen."
She thought she heard a few thumps and maybe even some whispering from inside the room, and that told her that whatever they were doing in that room, it was probably Bad. After all, those very same sounds from the twins' room usually meant some sort of explosion, fight, or general mayhem. It was even because of Fred and George that Molly knew exactly how to get through almost any magical locking charm.
And then what little doubt she had left dissolved when she heard two little words.
"Lucius... please."
Without further hesitation, Molly knew exactly what she had to do.
"I'll save you, Hermione," she whispered passionately as she began undoing the locks. With a grand flourish, she threw open the door and entered the room with her wand ready.
The scene before her wasn't quite what she had been expecting. As it was, she was so thoroughly entrenched in the need to rescue, she never stopped to notice that Hermione was both not so much a child anymore and nor did she look like she needed to be rescued. In fact, had Molly seen through the haze of her righteousness, she might have thought that Hermione looked quite pleased indeed.
Instead, she saw the Dreadful Foe, Lucius Malfoy, assaulting poor Hermione in such a terrible way. With his... and the... and the poor girl's hands were tied above her head. That certainly couldn't be comfortable.
"Step away from Hermione you... you... beast!" Molly said only after she fired a poorly aimed hex in Lucius's general direction.
The man, if she could even call him a man, looked worried for scarcely a second before amusement took its place. Without pausing a beat, he somehow managed to spin the scantily clad and obviously mortified Hermione off the table and into his arms. The girl immediately sought to cover her near-nudity with a nearby white shirt, but was having some difficulty while her hands were tied. With a smirk all the more pretentious than even his son, the wretched man snatched the shirt out of Hermione's hands and put it on himself. The poor girl whimpered something awful at which Lucius merely laughed and pointedly raised an eyebrow.
"Mrs. Weasley, I was unaware you were unable to read."
Molly's confusion was just obvious beyond her rage for the man to laugh again.
"There was a sign on the door, was there not? What about 'do not disturb' is difficult to understand?"
"I heard noises. I heard you attacking her!"
"Whatever noises you heard, madam, I can assure you Miss Granger was not being attacked."
"Then why are her hands tied?"
"Because she wanted them to be."
The sound Hermione made them, even as she had managed to gather enough dignity to not hide in Lucius arms, was a mixture between a laugh and a groan. When the girl finally gathered her composure, she turned to Molly with rosy cheeks and an embarrassed expression.
"It's true, Mrs. Weasley. We were... Lucius and I are involved. I thought everyone knew, and for that I apologize."
It took a full minute before that statement made any sense to Molly.
"You...? And he? But Hermione! Foolish child, don't you know who he is?" she said, her embarrassment at finally realizing what exactly she had interrupted warping quickly into disapproval.
"I am hardly a child anymore, Molly, and I certainly am aware of who he is. I hardly wish to shag strangers."
And Molly had no comment on that. With her mouth flapping with indignation, she gave them each a look intended to bring shame but which failed miserably for perhaps the first time, and stomped pointedly out of the room.
After all, she was not defeated and her sixth sense hadn't been wrong. She had simply underestimated the extent of Lucius Malfoy's rottenness. Now he had involved poor Hermione in his schemes.
Yes, something was still off, they were all being peculiar, and that was that.
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