ZEALOUS ━━ ❝ hermione lives in an abusive and no longer wanted love affair with lucius. she seeks out severus' help to escape. lucius wants to keep her forever, no matter what she thinks. hermione is scared. lucius is furious. severus is in the midd...
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Leaving the Pub, tears stinging her eyes, she didn't know what to feel.
It was sweet that Severus cared so much for her to want to aid her, even though she begged him. But something didn't quite fit right about him. She couldn't pin it down, but she felt as if something where there. She shook the thought. Severus was a very loyal man, he would never do anything to put her in harm's way or wrong her... right?
She hated all of the questions popping up in her head, they were unsettling.
Walking briskly through the crowds of people, she walked into a nearby alley and apparated home, or what was supposed to be home. The sky was gloomy, quite fitting to her emotions. She had tried to hide her pain, to not let this morning bother her, but how couldn't she!? He shows up after days and expects her to just love him all over again? No, that's not how she was going to play. He took their marriage far and beyond, most nights she thought she was better off marrying Ronald when he proposed.
But of course then she didn't love Ron. He was more so a brother to her, not a lover. And when Lucius came into her life, it was like her whole life changed, which technically it did, but mentally she felt changed. When they first got together, she felt as if he were the one for her, that blood never mattered, only what was inside. And she felt as if his inside was genuine, which in the beginning it was. That's why she married him, bartering away from the life she once knew and loved to let the man she let take her heart encompass her in daily riches of love. Well, he was a changed man now, and their will never be what was there before.
Walking through the gates, she entered their house. It was cold on the inside. Usually it was warm, but today it wasn't. "Stickles?" She called out, walking down the hall. She began to remove her cloak, dropping it to the floor. "Stickles!?" She yelled again. Nothing. No pop indicating his appearance. Just her voice, echoing off of the cold walls. She shivered. Something wasn't right.
Walking back down the hall, she passed the dining room. Just as she was about to head up the stairs to their bedroom, something stopped her. A glint of silver. Her heart quickened in her pulse as she slowly turned around.
He stood in front of the fireplace. Firewhiskey bottle in one hand and his cane in the other. She slowly walked into the room. Earliers mishap was cleaned up, no sign, no trace. Although, there was something new in the air.
He took a long drag from the bottle, finishing the rest of its contents. Throwing it into the fireplace, he leaned into the wall. She felt the air change in the room. It was depressing, sickening, and drunken. She even felt as if there were solice, despair. She moved around the grand table, not wanting to be near him so soon after what happened this morning. He spoke the truth, left, then came back as this.
"Lucius?" Her voice quivered as she spoke the name she had become to hate. He turned towards her and held out his hand. She gulped and stood where she was.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." He gave her his signature grin, the one that always made her smile, but this time, it only engulfed her in fear. Slowly, she walked toward him and took his hand.
"But you always say that, and you do." He put a finger to her lips.
"Shhhhhh, let's not dwell on that, okay?" She nodded her head slowly. Her eyes wide and on alert. He pulled her to him until she was flush against his chest. Her heart was hammering in her ears.
"Luc?" He moved her hair away from her neck and began kissing a path down to her collarbone. "Luc?" She said again as his soft lips lingered on her pulse. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. The was a jittery feeling running down her body as he held her.
"I am sorry for all I have done. I want to make it up to you." He said, pulling away from her neck. She inhaled sharply. She looked him deeply, his eyes were sharp and pristine. There was something there that was hostile, something that wasn't as warming as the baritone voice he spoke in. "I loved you, and I will remain to. But you have to understand, what I do is only for your safety and the best of our life together." He smiled and cupped her face, running his icy cold fingertips across her cheek.
"Luc-"
"Shhh, please, don't speak. I have done enough to speak volumes to you, said enough to hurt you, and I don't think I will ever forgive myself for that." He moved closer, about to place a tender kiss on her lips, but she pulled her head away from him. Tears stung her eyes.
Did he really mean all he said? Or was this some sick and twisted way of payback, revenge, or pleasure?
He let out a deep chuckle. Letting go of her he walked closer to the fire place. The flames danced off of his face, making him look sinister as he stood there, hostily.
"If you say all is true, then why all these years? Why wait now to tell me? Why have me go through so much hurt and misery, only for you to confess these words that remain empty in my heart?" Tears slid down her face as her voice thickened as she spoke. He sighed. "Do you put your heart into the words you speak? Is there compassion? Love? Regret? Because I cannot tell." He turned towards her, looking at her deeply. Something in his eyes flickered. A wave of uncertainty washed over her. As he smirked, she retreated back a few steps. Wanting to put distance between him and her.
Her heart hurt and her breathing was ragged. She was scared and confused. Lucius moved away from the fireplace, striding up to her. She turned on her heel, trying to make a quick escape, but he captured her wrist. She gasped as he flung her body at him and captured her lips into a crushing kiss. She moaned against his lips, a muffled protest as he pulled her body into a crushing embrace, holding onto her, making sure she didn't leave his clutches.
Holding her closely, he backed her to the wall, pressing his body against her fragile form, dominating his darkened shadows upon her delicate soul. His lips, bruised hers as he kissed her, taking the pain he felt and letting it go on her. Pinning her, he moved his hands to her hips and pulled her flush to him, letting her feel his hard on through the layers of clothes. It was so hot, she felt as if the world were burning.
She didn't want this, she didn't want any of it. She moved her hands up and pushed him off of her. "Stop!" She said. The tears returning. "Y-your hurting me." He looked at her face and saw her lips turning to an ugly purple. "I don't want this." She said as firmly as she could. He looked her in the eyes and released her hands he had been holding. Moving back just a little, she was no longer being crushed against the wall. The cold wall of discomfort. The cold wall of hurt, disappointment, and dissatisfaction.
"Let us try again." He said, heavily. He raised his hand to her face and let his fingers linger under her chin.
"No." She spoke quietly, almost inaudible. He moved ever so closer to her, but this time, placing the softest kiss on her lips. He felt her breath in deeply, her body relax as he pulled her to him. Softly, he let his hands trail up her back, to her unkempt curls. Her eyes were closed when he opened his.
She felt him bring a different approach to her. Something she was absolutely unfamiliar with. His kiss was so soft, it almost felt angelic. She couldn't help but allow herself to slip. Closing her eyes, she drifted. She let him take her.
