"Who this is, is none of your concern. What is it you want Draco? I am a busy man. Make it quick. You are lucky I am allowing you to stay here, and not at your Aunts where your mother is."

"Is she even my Aunt?" Draco sneered nastily. Cold grey eyes, met equally icy grey, challenging and daring the other to continue.

"Obviously as far as I am aware. Your mother would be the best... to ask those questions."

"So that's it? You are just going to write me off like that? Like... like I didn't even exist in your life?" Draco hissed angrily, slight pink coloring his albino skin. He watched the man before him, not missing a single movement, or twitch of the lips.

But he gained nothing, no movement, from the still figure before him, no twitch of the lips, and no change in the familiar steal grey gaze.

"Your mother is to answer your questions from this point forwards, I am not your father Draco, as harsh as it may be. It is reality, we both have to deal with it. You are no blood relative of mine. I raised you purely because I was stuck in a loveless and clearly disloyal marriage, and as you are well aware with my heritage, you couldn't have been my son, because she was never truly mine."

"Why stay with her then?" Draco challenged him. Lucius glared at him.

"I had no real solid evidence to break the marriage binds holding me to you both. Unless I revealed to the ministry my family secrets." Cold distaste could be heard as clear as day within Lucius's tone.

"You make it sounds like you were held hostage." Lucius could feel himself lose his patients.

"I will say this again, and only once more... I was stuck in a loveless marriage, raising another man's son, with a disloyal wife. I had no proof, until..." He stopped himself suddenly, not wanting to repeat himself again. The boy always knew how to push his buttons.

"Get out." He said, staring Draco down, warning flashing in his eyes.

"Until?" Draco ignored the man, he'd grew up knowing as father.

"Get out, before I hex you out."

"I want answers." Lucius growled, and took his wand out of his holder, only to be stopped by a hand on his arm.

Hermione made sure to keep her figure hidden from view as she moved closer to Lucius and placed a hand on his wand arm. She actually felt sorry for Draco Malfoy, having his whole world turned upside down.

"Leave it Lucius." She she whispered softly, she could feel the rage in Lucius swelling up as if it was her own. Hell, indeed it is her own, for they have nearly completed their bond as mates and the feel of each other's emotions was part one of the completing of a Veela bond's.

Draco strained to hear what the figure had said to the man he had grew up calling father for the last sixteen years of his life. But couldn't hear what the figure had said. He watched as the figure stayed close to his... no, Malfoy watched as said man stood in a protective stance half shielding the already concealed figure. He frowned.

"Leave now before I change my mind about hexing you out of my manor. I have changed my mind, you may keep your house elf, and transfer your stuff to your Aunts place, but I do not wish to see you step foot in my manor or your mother, unless the Dark Lord wishes it."

Draco knew he'd been dismissed, he was surprised he hadn't been hexed, like he'd been in the past for pushing the Wizards buttons. To be honest, he hated both his mother and Lucius Malfoy right now, including the mysterious figure, his... Malfoy is very protective over. He'd never seen the man act this way before, not even with that woman who gave birth to him.

Draco didn't know how true, his musings are. As, as soon as his figure had left, Hermione placed her hand on Lucius wand arm whist his left hand gripped the side of his desk, slowly turning even whiter, than his already albino skin could go.

"Don't Lucius. I know how much you want to, but I need you hear, not in Azkaban, for murder." She felt Lucius arm move to wrap around her waist, and pulled her closer to him. He moved her hood up, double checking the broken door, for any sign of Draco before burying his face in his woman's neck, and breathing in her delicious, intoxicating scent, burying his face in her lush curls that reminded him of a chocolate waterfall.

"He's bloody lucky you are hear darling." Lucius mumbled. Hermione wrapped her arms around her neck, loosening the bow in his hair, and tangling her fingers in his long blonde locks.

"Your both hurt, he's had his world turned upside down. You feel hurt, betrayed, angry and used." She announced. Sometimes Lucius hated the bond, but he wouldn't do with out it now, he felt more comforted knowing he could feel her even when they are apart.

He thanked Merlin, that his witch had used the time-turner, so instead of being sixteen, she's seventeen. Oh they'd owled, he'd tried ignoring her. But when he'd discovered her time-turner usage, and that her age was sixteen, instead of fifteen. Now that she is seventeen, they entered a more intimate relationship.

An owl tapping on the magical window brought them out of their bubble, causing Lucius to scowl darkly and wall. Lucius pulled his wand out and aimed it at where the annoying creature was hovering and allowed it in, grabbing hold of the owl and going back to his desk chair, pulling Hermione down with him.

"Hello, Pigwidgeon." Hermione said, surprising Lucius that his mate knew of this tiny little owl that kept hooting in his hand, and flapping.

"You know of this owl?" He said, once Hermione had untied the scruffy looking scroll.

"Yes, it's Ron Weasley's." Hermione could feel he didn't' like the idea of other males owling her.

"Lets just read it, they have probably noticed my absence." She felt his grip tighten around her.

Hermione where are you? People are starting to worry.

Ron, Harry and Ginny.

Hermione frowned.

"I haven't been gone that long have I?" She turned to ask Lucius, who was frowning also.

"No. But you are a grown woman, the Order does not have the right to hold you to them, day and night."

"True. But also, I am to them not quiet of adult age. Only few know of my time-turner Lucius. Harry and Ron only know due to saving Sirius, but only Dumbledore and McGonagal know otherwise, not even the ministry know."

"Reply back and see what the golden boy has to say."

I'm fine. I just needed some air, it was feeling rather claustrophobic at headquarters.
I just needed some me time.

Hermione.

Hermione attached the scroll to the owl, still held tightly in Lucius grip, and Lucius stood them up to walk him over to the window, tapped his wand and threw him out into the open. He then turned around to face his lover and said in a serious tone.

"I think it's time we had that long awaited chat."

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