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The Manipulation of Lucius Malfoy

Summary:

The war is lost.

Harry Potter is dead.

And Hermione finds herself as a possession for Lucius Malfoy. Determined to survive, she tries to make the best of it and her world is destroyed no matter how close she gets to freedom. Forced to marry her enemy, humiliated in front of death eaters and used to breed the Dark Lord’s heir, Hermione’s only anchor to reality lies with Draco.

“To start, I think you’ll make a beautiful bride, my dear.” Lucius places his hand on mine, taking it and rubbing his thumb on my knuckles. I want to vomit.

Draco looks disgusted by the false sense of affection. He pulls another grape and pops it in his mouth.

“The fuck I will. I would never marry you.” I spit, still frozen.

Lucius lets out a heart full laugh and pats my hands, “No Ms Granger, I don’t suspect you would. Which is why it’s important to clarify. You’ll marry Draco.”

It’s at this moment Draco Malfoy chokes on his grape.

Notes:

This is a somewhat graphic AU. Moments of the story are almost dead dove but there is a HEA. I promise. Like 1,000% promise. I live for the HEA. Do not read this if you are triggered by non-consensual or forced sexual experiences. I only reference dead dove like this because I don’t need folks acting surprised.

I am new to this. First time writer. Be kind or move along, lol. And also, comments keep me going.

No update cadence. If I wait too long to post, I get in my head during the edit (everything is already drafted) and overthink it. I’m enjoying this too much to let it die! Subscribe to keep up, lol!

Also, I don’t have a beta or whatever - like I said, very new to this. Grammatical errors are my own and thus far, I’ve typed this entire work on my notes app and my thumbs are fat so I’m sorry if there are many!

Chapter 1: Prologue

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Prologue

I awoke suddenly. Surrounded by pillows and sheets and unfamiliar smells, I had no idea where I was. This was not Hogwarts and there was no war outside.

“Granger.” I hear a familiar voice.

“Granger.” They repeat themselves.

What. The. Fuck.

“Get dressed.” Draco Malfoy throws clothing at me and exits the room.