The Older Malfoy

Memories

It was late when the door went. Hermione had been sitting reading a book on the Asian Wizarding World. An area with some of the most powerful and unique magic she had encountered. Placing the book down Hermione glanced at the clock as she approached the door. Almost 10 pm. Opening the door, a small elf in stood there.

"Lady Calina of the Snyde family is here to see you" He announced and vanished with a pop. Before Hermione could protest, Calina Snyde barged through her door, shoving Hermione aside.

"So this is where the poor live" She observed as she walked around the small living room. Hermione watched the brunette move around the room, she reminded Hermione of Lucius Malfoy. Looking around everything like it was beneath her, perhaps it was a pureblood thing that Hermione had never noticed from the others.

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, her hand gripped her wand tightly in her back pocket.

"I came to warn you," Snyde said sweetly sitting in the armchair.

"Warn me?" Hermione asked dumbfounded, "Of what?"

"Lyra Malfoy isn't what she pretends to be" Snyde smirked,

"So you've said," Hermione grit, "I've known Lyra-"

"You've known the Lyra she wants you to see" Snyde snapped, silencing her. "There's a Pensieve at Hogwarts, is that correct?" Snyde asked. Hermione nodded with a frown.

"You should witness these," Snyde produced a selection of test tubes. Setting them down on the small table she smirked.

"Why should I even listen to you?" Hermione sneered. Calina Snyde smirked,

"I've known Lyra Malfoy since we were children" Snyde smirked, "And not once has she swayed from the Dark Lords plans" Snyde explained, "Let me guess, she palmed you off with a plan of mixing with mudbloods so there would be no purebloods left?" Snyde asked. Hermione's face must have reacted before her mouth because Snyde grinned. "Basic diversion technique" Snyde muttered with a shake of her head.

"Did she even tell you the true purpose of the Institute?" Snyde asked, her eyes hungry for information.

"She said it was to counter the Order" Hermione whispered, her throat constricting as she sat. Snyde chuckled.

"It was at the end" Snyde explained, "But first it was to ensure that there was a plan. A plan to preserve as much pure magical life as possible. All the pureblood families got married at the same time, did you know?" Snyde smirked as Hermione shook her head.

"As soon as Lyra was born the Institute was battling the Order, but she and I were inducted at the same ceremony, with the Rowle twins also" Snyde explained, "Some of the followers said the Dark Lord knew then, how special she would be," Snyde spat and Hermione could see the jealousy.

"Lyra didn't do anything special-" Hermione whispered, Snyde barked a laugh.

"My point exactly Granger,"

"She's weak" Snyde spat, "She fawns over you, it's pathetic"

"You said the Institute is to preserve magical life. In what way?" Hermione asked, pressing for information,

"By reproducing of course" Snyde explained as if it was obvious, "Everyone has their matches. Lyra Malfoy being the exception"

"You should look at the memories," Snyde said standing. "And then you should forget about Lyra Malfoy" Hermione stood gripping her wand. Snyde walked close to her, "Forget about Lyra or we'll talk again Granger."

The loud knocking interrupted her thoughts of Snyde's visit. Opening the door, Hermione's greeting was cut off by a firm kiss. Hermione sank into the kiss as she soon as she registered who was kissing her. Lyra pushed her roughly against the door. Hermione deduced quickly that kissing Lyra was like a drug, the blonde kissed her heatedly, Hermione's fingers twisting in blonde hair as she was lifted, her legs wrapping around a thin waist. Hermione kissed as Lyra walked them further into the room, Hermione's hand's making quick work of the shirt the blonde was wearing. Slipping it from her shoulder's Hermione felt the mattress of her bed press against her back as Lyra kissed down her neck. Hermione felt Lyra's hands slip beneath her shirt, her fingertips dancing over her ribs.