When Hermione Fights

Narcissa's End

Chapter beta: Dani

Chapter translator: Aivy

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We entered the hall at the same time and I tried to read something from Severus' or Lucius' expression, but both of them returned our looks coldly and markedly composed. Draco had the same cold expression on his face, but his cheeks were still slightly flushed, heated by what we had done, as were mine.

He directed me purposefully back towards the place where I had sat before, but just before we reached Lucius and Severus, Draco stopped and pulled me vehemently against his body. I couldn't see anything in his eyes this time, his mask sat perfectly, which made me swallow restlessly. What else came now? He had already shown sufficiently that I belonged only to him.

He turned to me and hugged me possessively to his chest. His hands buried into my hair and he breathed a kiss on my forehead.

"Never forget, my Mudblood, you belong to ME," he whispered quietly.

I was briefly lost for words, as volatile as his mood was right now. On one hand gentle, on the other hard and commanding.

Finally, he turned away from me again and stared Lucius and Severus hard in the eye, while he continued to have a hand on my hip.

"Never forget, you belong only to ME," he didn't speak to me, but to the other two, who left this uncommented and seemed rather unaffected.

"And did you like it?" Draco asked me. "You did wish for more variety, after all!"

I beamed at him joyfully, because to emphasize again that I had done this of my own free will was certainly important to him, and apart from having to be vocal, I had done it very willingly and gladly.

"Oh yes, my Pureblood, I had my fun. I always like to play with you."

"We get it, Draco. Could you please stop this ridiculous spectacle? You are worse than your father! So frighteningly melodramatic and puffing up like a peacock," Severus grumbled. No matter how sarcastic he sounded, the gleam in his disgruntled eyes showed how much he wanted to be in Draco's place.

Lucius though knew how to top all this, because he started to applaud slowly and very affectedly.

"I am proud of you, son, you have learned from a master and are well on your way to become one yourself. I have understood that you want to put us in our place. You have made your point clear, now sit down! That was quite enough and dangerously close to overstepping the mark!"

This time Draco obeyed without even a second's hesitation. It was only too clear, Lucius was fully there again; he was now the patriarch who gave orders and expected them to be followed. His voice was cold, threatening and authoritative, conveying that he would not tolerate any contradiction. Lucius had apparently enjoyed the interlude in a certain way, at least in part, but now he wanted to have his peace. Evidently, we had pushed him too hard.

"These little games must stop now; Narcissa is more important at the moment," Lucius declared while we sat down. "Well, Hermione, I hope you are aware of the special favour I am showing you by giving you the honour of punishing Narcissa!"

"Yes, Lucius and I thank you for it," I answered obediently and without hesitation. It was easy for me to adapt to them.

"Good, good. I just want you to know that this is something exceptional," he explained confidently, but now with a relaxed expression while his fingers played with his cane.

"Of course, Lucius, I am aware of that!"

"And I think you are still deeply in my debt because I saved you. I am even with Draco," - here he turned to his son - "I understood that you accused me of saying that my word to you was no longer valid, but you know, a word within the family is true and sacred, so I see your debt as paid. I stand to the oath I gave you!"