Draco/Hermione- Foolish- Chapter 29
Title: Foolish
Author: blacksouledbutterfly (me)
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: I always knew you would be the one to make me cry....
29- Lucius's Letter and Lucius
*Lucius's letter*
Draco,
Oh, you stupid, stupid boy. Look what you've gone and done. Knocking up a mudblood. Oh, the shame. But worse still, you love her.
I thought I raised you better than that. I thought I raised you to be a proud pureblood, that it was okay to fuck those filthy mudbloods if you really needed a shag, but to never care, and yet here we are.
It must be your mother's blood. So many of her relatives turned out to be fools. That daft sister of hers married a muggle. Sirius, her idiot cousin, was best friends with that Potter family.
Either way, what was done cannot be undone. I know that too well, but I can save the Malfoy name.
This child is yours, of course. I only have to look at her to see that. Pity. She looks pure. If I didn't know that her mother was that pesky git Granger, I wouldn't care that she existed. She does have that Malfoy charm about her, but regardless, she is impure, and that cannot be tolerated. I will not have the family name tainted by this, Draco. I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!!!
You were a fool. You thought I never knew about you and the Granger girl. Both you and your mother thought that. Pathetic, really.
Of course I knew. Don't you think I kept track of your every move? Don't you think I knew you would become a fool and betray us? Your own father. Your people. Of course I knew. I, after all, am not stupid, Draco.
However, I never thought you would have the audacity to try to kill me to avenge your whore's mudblood family. Imagine! You, trying to kill me! And you really thought you could do it. That was the saddest part, it really was.
But I digress. The girl. Oh, yes, I can imagine the look on your face. The horror, outrage, anger. I can picture it very clearly in my mind. How humorous.
I suppose you're wondering what I'm going to do to her, aren't you? Simple. The girl cannot be allowed to live.
Don't worry. She is alive: for now. There is something else I want more right now than this girl's death, and after I get it, her death will shortly follow
.
I hope this letter finds you well, my traitor of a son.
Lucius Malfoy
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*Lucius*
You were a fool, my son. You actually thought Pansy knew where your daughter was, didn't you?
Of course, that Granger girl would know better. She was, after all, smart, wasn't she? She would know I wouldn't be daft enough to tell that stupid Parkinson girl where I hid Danica.
Honestly, how could you be so daft?
That girl sits across from me, so ignorant to what I am going to do to her. True, she is too young to understand. I will admit that. Were she older, I would think her stupid, but I will take her age into consideration.
She does look a Malfoy. I cannot deny that. But why did she have to be the child of that mudblood? Why did my son have to curse me with a half-blood grandchild? Why did he have to become so stupid?
"Mummy."
I glance at the girl, raising an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Want Mummy."
My lip curls. Stupid child. "Your mother isn't here right now."
"Where?"
"Far away. Now be quiet."
Her lips quivers. Gods, if she cries...no, I won't kill her now. I have plans and killing her right now would ruin them.
"Want Mummy. Want Daddy."
"They aren't here," I tell her. "They won't be here."
"Why?"
"Because they aren't."
"Why?"
"Must you ask a thousand questions, you bothersome child?"
That damn lips quiver again. "Want Mummy. Want Daddy."
I turn to look the other way. "You fool of a boy. My idiot son, I should have drowned you at birth."
"Daddy say he has no Daddy."
"Is that so?" I wave a hand. Of course she doesn't realize that means I don't care.
"Daddy say he died. What that mean?"
I glance at her. "That means...oh, bloody hell. It means he is gone and never coming back."
"Why?"
"Because he just is. I mean...damn." I knock the glass off of the table I am sitting at. It smashes to the floor, shattering into tiny shards. "Your father lied."
"What lie?"
"It means he told you something that wasn't true. He's not dead."
"Not?"
"No."
"Where?"
This girl is really beginning to get on my nerves. She asks far too many questions. "I am his father."
She scrunches up her face, her eyes narrowing, and shakes her head. "No."
"Yes, little girl. I am."
"Lie."
"Why on earth would I lie to you?"
"Mean."
At least she knew that. "True, however I am not lying."
"No. Lie. Mean."
"Just stop talking."
"No. Lie. Mean."
"I said be quiet!"
I stand up, kneel down near her and seize her shoulders. "Keep quiet!"
"Want Mummy! Want Daddy!"
"Shut up!"
"Mummy!"
I pull back my hand and slap her across the face. She lets out a muffled cry and falls to the floor, and then the child starts bawling. Loud and hard.
I raise my hand to slap her once more.
"Do not lay another hand on her, Lucius. We need her."
I turn to the doorway, to the voice. "Yes, My Lord. I understand."
Author: blacksouledbutterfly (me)
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: I always knew you would be the one to make me cry....
29- Lucius's Letter and Lucius
*Lucius's letter*
Draco,
Oh, you stupid, stupid boy. Look what you've gone and done. Knocking up a mudblood. Oh, the shame. But worse still, you love her.
I thought I raised you better than that. I thought I raised you to be a proud pureblood, that it was okay to fuck those filthy mudbloods if you really needed a shag, but to never care, and yet here we are.
It must be your mother's blood. So many of her relatives turned out to be fools. That daft sister of hers married a muggle. Sirius, her idiot cousin, was best friends with that Potter family.
Either way, what was done cannot be undone. I know that too well, but I can save the Malfoy name.
This child is yours, of course. I only have to look at her to see that. Pity. She looks pure. If I didn't know that her mother was that pesky git Granger, I wouldn't care that she existed. She does have that Malfoy charm about her, but regardless, she is impure, and that cannot be tolerated. I will not have the family name tainted by this, Draco. I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!!!
You were a fool. You thought I never knew about you and the Granger girl. Both you and your mother thought that. Pathetic, really.
Of course I knew. Don't you think I kept track of your every move? Don't you think I knew you would become a fool and betray us? Your own father. Your people. Of course I knew. I, after all, am not stupid, Draco.
However, I never thought you would have the audacity to try to kill me to avenge your whore's mudblood family. Imagine! You, trying to kill me! And you really thought you could do it. That was the saddest part, it really was.
But I digress. The girl. Oh, yes, I can imagine the look on your face. The horror, outrage, anger. I can picture it very clearly in my mind. How humorous.
I suppose you're wondering what I'm going to do to her, aren't you? Simple. The girl cannot be allowed to live.
Don't worry. She is alive: for now. There is something else I want more right now than this girl's death, and after I get it, her death will shortly follow
.
I hope this letter finds you well, my traitor of a son.
Lucius Malfoy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Lucius*
You were a fool, my son. You actually thought Pansy knew where your daughter was, didn't you?
Of course, that Granger girl would know better. She was, after all, smart, wasn't she? She would know I wouldn't be daft enough to tell that stupid Parkinson girl where I hid Danica.
Honestly, how could you be so daft?
That girl sits across from me, so ignorant to what I am going to do to her. True, she is too young to understand. I will admit that. Were she older, I would think her stupid, but I will take her age into consideration.
She does look a Malfoy. I cannot deny that. But why did she have to be the child of that mudblood? Why did my son have to curse me with a half-blood grandchild? Why did he have to become so stupid?
"Mummy."
I glance at the girl, raising an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Want Mummy."
My lip curls. Stupid child. "Your mother isn't here right now."
"Where?"
"Far away. Now be quiet."
Her lips quivers. Gods, if she cries...no, I won't kill her now. I have plans and killing her right now would ruin them.
"Want Mummy. Want Daddy."
"They aren't here," I tell her. "They won't be here."
"Why?"
"Because they aren't."
"Why?"
"Must you ask a thousand questions, you bothersome child?"
That damn lips quiver again. "Want Mummy. Want Daddy."
I turn to look the other way. "You fool of a boy. My idiot son, I should have drowned you at birth."
"Daddy say he has no Daddy."
"Is that so?" I wave a hand. Of course she doesn't realize that means I don't care.
"Daddy say he died. What that mean?"
I glance at her. "That means...oh, bloody hell. It means he is gone and never coming back."
"Why?"
"Because he just is. I mean...damn." I knock the glass off of the table I am sitting at. It smashes to the floor, shattering into tiny shards. "Your father lied."
"What lie?"
"It means he told you something that wasn't true. He's not dead."
"Not?"
"No."
"Where?"
This girl is really beginning to get on my nerves. She asks far too many questions. "I am his father."
She scrunches up her face, her eyes narrowing, and shakes her head. "No."
"Yes, little girl. I am."
"Lie."
"Why on earth would I lie to you?"
"Mean."
At least she knew that. "True, however I am not lying."
"No. Lie. Mean."
"Just stop talking."
"No. Lie. Mean."
"I said be quiet!"
I stand up, kneel down near her and seize her shoulders. "Keep quiet!"
"Want Mummy! Want Daddy!"
"Shut up!"
"Mummy!"
I pull back my hand and slap her across the face. She lets out a muffled cry and falls to the floor, and then the child starts bawling. Loud and hard.
I raise my hand to slap her once more.
"Do not lay another hand on her, Lucius. We need her."
I turn to the doorway, to the voice. "Yes, My Lord. I understand."