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Amazing Grace	By : Kooldragon400 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 41309 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Well phooey! Lucius, I just got finished writing a story about you, and it was a damn long one, too. *crack* Ow, you sadist! *Rubs bottom* Well, it seems we are at an impasse, my fine blond sorcerer. Fine, I'll post it. You better be glad I've gotten out an actual story outline this time, with room for filler if need be.

Well folks, here we are again! This will be my second full-length Lucius/Hermione story. As I mentioned above, there's an actual outline of what I want to happen this time, instead of floundering around like Ricky Bobby when he was on fire. (*I'm on fire! Help me Tom Cruise, use your witchcraft to put out the fire!*)

Anyway, for the first few chapters we will have back and forth between Lucius and Hermione, very similar to what I had at the beginning of Riverbend. I hope you all like it, and I look forward to seeing what you think. If the response is good I'll keep going, but as of yet I'm a little on the fence, interference from Lucius notwithstanding.

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Fine calfskin boots treaded with ghost-like silence over the polished marble floor. A thick, luxurious robe fluttered carelessly about his feet as he walked, and the steady tap of a cane beat a staccato in time with his footsteps. Hair so blond it appeared to be silver was tied neatly with a velvet ribbon at the base of his skull, the tail with nary a strand out of place. His face was smooth and unblemished, with a strong jaw and thin, masculine lips. His nose held a patrician angle, matching his fine features. But the most striking facet of his face was his cold, glacial eyes. They were the color of mercury and gleamed like steel, intimidating the population with merely a glance.

Lucius Malfoy walked with haughty grace, as a lion aware he was king of the jungle. No one approached him for idle chit-chat, no one really dared look up at him. He was able to glide through the hallways of the Ministry of Magic with no problem, his height and a few judicious swats with his walking stick were enough to clear out any leftover pedestrians.

After the Final Battle, Lucius Malfoy had turned over a ‘new leaf.’ He had ‘volunteered’ his financial services to help get the Ministry’s coffers back on track, and to also keep his own backside out of prison. He’d been there and done that, and he didn’t feel like fighting off guys named ‘Bubba’ again. He’d barely escaped with his bottom intact last time.

That’s not to say he got off scot-free. For the first three years after the war had ended, he had been confined to his Ancestral Manor home, except for visits to the Ministry for business. His wife had divorced him for being a convicted Death Eater, and his son had moved to the continent and was currently sleeping his way through the female population of France.

The only person that would talk to him at all was Severus Snape, and he wasn’t a very stimulating conversationalist anyway. All he ever wanted to talk about were Potions and their various ingredients. But Lucius felt bad for the man and coveted the human contact at the same time. Severus had nearly bled out on the floor of the Shrieking Shack, and only a few potions stuffed in last-minute paranoia into his robes had saved his life, and only a few tear-streaked witnesses of character from Harry Potter had saved his Soul from being sucked out through his mouth.

He’d been off of house arrest for two years now, though he was still working on the Ministry’s finances. He had not only replenished the Ministry’s accounts, but he’d also re-established his own vaults, having made an un-ignorable dent in them while the Dork Lord was in power.

He was dropping off his final required set of paperwork to Minister Shacklebolt, and then he was free from doing their dirty work. Any financial fiascos they finagled after he was finished were their own fault.

As he turned into the corridor that led to the Minister’s office, he was unceremoniously slammed into by a very solid figure walking very quickly. His folder was knocked from his hand, and its contents scattered across the black polished floor, as his assailant’s armful of papers hit the floor and strewed themselves together with his meticulously put-together reports.

“Merlin on a broomstick watch where you’re going!” a voice cried, and the woman immediately dropped to the floor to clean up her things.

“Excuse me? You bumped into me. Now pick up my things this instant!” he growled. The woman, though she hardly appeared that way by her size, froze, and looked up. Lucius was looking down at her, and wondering where he’d seen her face.

She was very petite, though curvy, and she had almost pixie-like features. Her nose was small and turned up slightly at the end, although that could have just been the look of absolute loathing she was sending him. Her lips were a perfect plump cupid’s bow shaped, and her eyes were the most amazing shade of whisky brown he’d ever seen. Her lip slowly crept into a sneer as she glared at him, and it was this expression that he recognized from the battlefield at Hogwarts.

“Ah, Miss Granger…” he purred. “Still running head-first through the hallowed halls of the Magical world as if you own the place.”

Hermione gave a rather spectacular snarl, like a kitten with a lioness’ voice box.

“And Mr. Malfoy…still bulldozing about as if you aren’t a murderous, boot-licking Death Eater.” She said, gathering the rest of her papers to her. She tapped them against the floor to put them together, and then stood, flashing a fierce white smile at the dark wizard before walking away.

Cursing under his breath, Lucius drew his wand and Summoned the errant papers to him, before walking directly into the Minister’s Office.

Kingsley Shacklebolt had held the Office since Thickness’ ‘retirement’ after the War was over. He was a public favorite, because he’d made such a name for himself as an Auror. He upheld the law for everyone, no matter how large or small their purse, yet he was merciful in the face of extenuating circumstances. His judicial avoidance of Sirius Black’s capture had come to the public’s knowledge not long after the deceased wizard had been cleared of all charges. But instead of hurting his public opinion, it strengthened it, because the people knew he could be counted on when conditions were abnormal.

“Good Morning, Lucius.” Kingsley said politely. Although he had grown no love for the wizard over the few years he had been working on the Ministry finances, he had to admit the man made money like Weasleys made babies. He watched the wizard begin to set out his papers. He had learned to appreciate some of Malfoy’s quirks over the few years he’d worked with him, and he knew the man liked everything to be just so, or his entire day was finished.

And then he saw it. Lucius got to about halfway through the sheaf of paper, and paused completely. He stared at the folder blankly, before rifling through the remaining pieces of paper. He stopped at the last one, and his face went blank.

“It’s not there.” He murmured.

“What’s wrong, Lucius?” Kingsley asked. Lucius began morphing from confusion to barely restrained fury right before his eyes.

“I quite literally ran into Miss Granger on her way from this office, and my papers were scattered with hers. It appears she has erroneously taken one of my finance parchments with hers. I am left instead with a parchment declaring her love to one of the Weasley spawns…” he said, pulling the last piece of paper from his folder and flipping it around so Kingsley could see that Hermione had taken an entire piece of parchment to doodle her and Ron Weasley’s name all over the parchment, combining them as if they were married.

Kingsley gave a small smile.

“It’s quite all right, Lucius. An innocent mix up. Just owl Hermione and get the paper back, and we can convene again when it’s convenient.” Kingsley said. Lucius’ pale face colored ever so slightly. “Don’t worry about it. In these five years you have never once been late to a meeting, nor forgotten any sort of document.”

“Yes, well….it’s because I loathe being unprepared.” Lucius said, in a moment of rare candor.

“Enjoy the rest of your day, Lucius.” Kingsley said gently both to attempt to soothe the feelings of the reason the Ministry hadn’t gone bankrupt, and to make sure he didn’t blame Hermione too much. Although she could probably take care of herself…

“Good day, Minister.” Lucius said shortly, before re-gathering his papers and walking stiffly from the office.

He barreled through the crowds, gaining no sympathy from the many witches and wizards he nearly knocked off their feet. The little tart had ruined his morning, and now all he wanted to do was sit at home with a nice stiff drink. Now he’d have to contact her if he wanted his paper back. He supposed he could just do it over, but that one piece of paper had taken him hours to finish, and he didn’t really fancy going back and doing all of that work again.

He’d owl her after lunch, he finally decided, when his stomach wasn’t empty and his thoughts were more put together. He was fairly certain he’d smelled roast beef before he’d left, and the Manor elves always cooked that dish to perfection.

A good meal was on his mind as he Apparated from the foyer of the Ministry into his home. The trip was a fair distance, and any normal wizard would have been exhausted from it, but Lucius was a powerful wizard, and the only consequence he felt from the trip was a slight headache from the magical pressure.

An elf received his cloak and cane, with strict instructions to put them where they were supposed to go. The young elf had just gotten old enough to begin serving, and had put his cloak away in the wrong closet last time. A few good whacks across the back with his cane taught the creature well.

Another small ‘pop’ distracted him.

“Master Malfoy, sir…” called a small voice. He looked down at the elf, disinterested and annoyed that he was being delayed from food.

“What is it?” he growled, and the little elf wrung its hands.

“There is being someone here to see you, Master Malfoy.” The elf whimpered. Lucius tilted his head slightly. He wasn’t expecting company.

“I’m not entertaining today.” He replied, and started walking through the hall. The elf followed, looking near tears at incurring its Master’s wrath.

“She is not leaving, sir. The young miss insists on seeing you, Master.”

Lucius stopped, and then whirled on the elf.

“Insists? Throw her out on her arse, you useless creature. I don’t want to see anyone!” he snapped. The elf began to cry silently.

“I cannot, Master. I cannot remove her. Elf magics won’t work!” the elf cried.

Lucius’ temper cooled immediately. The elf magic wouldn’t work? There was only one reason that would happen, and that was if the visitor was blood related to him. Was it Narcissa? The wards still recognized her even though she hadn’t lived there in years. He really needed to remove her key from the wards…

No, it wouldn’t be Narcissa. If it had been the elf would have referred to her as Miss Narcissa. No, it had said ‘young miss.’ What in the seven levels of hell was going on?

“Where is she, elf?” Lucius asked, his voice deadly calm. The elf was not at all comforted.

“The young miss waits in the sitting room, Master.”

“Very well. You are dismissed. Be sure to slam your hands in the drawers a few times for your ineffectiveness.” Lucius added facetiously. The elf nodded, almost relieved. That was a relatively mild punishment…

Lucius ignored the small ‘pop’ of departure, and walked with a purpose towards the sitting room. Someone was in his house, uninvited, that couldn’t be dismissed by the elves. He wanted to know who, he wanted to know how, and he wanted to know why.

As he turned the corner into the ornate sitting room, he paused at the sight before him. The girl couldn’t be any more than fifteen. She was dressed in skin-tight black pants that showed her flared hips, and a long sleeve black shirt that was cinched with a black vest. She was wearing black leather boots that reached her knee, and her right palm was encased in a fingerless, black leather glove. Her face was delicate in features, with thin, high cheeks and a straight, aquiline nose. Her hair, which was as platinum blonde as his own, was pulled away from her face in a low, messy ponytail. Her lips were stained black, and her heavy eyeliner came to a point out away from her eyes, giving a very cattish appearance. But it was also her eyes that stalled him.

She looked up when he entered, and he caught sight of amazing mercurial eyes. The Malfoy eyes. They stared at each other for several moments, neither of their expressions changing. Lucius finally found his voice, and cleared his throat.

“Who are you, and what business do you have coming into my home?” he asked, his voice deep and commanding.

“Nice place you got here.” She replied, revealing a disinterested American accent.

“You will answer my question or I will call the Aurors on you. You’re trespassing on private property, girl, and I haven’t got the patience to see you off my doorstep gently.” He snapped. She stood from the chair she was sitting in, and held her arms out.

“Now is that any way to speak to your daughter?”

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Wait, wait, wait! Crazy lady say wha?

Anyway, I've poured my heart and soul into a new chapter. I'm between a rock and a hard place here (*Pushes Lucius away as he attempts to influence with his (and my) favorite body part*) and I want to hear some feedback. If I continue this story I promise it's going to be a *sings* Rollercoaster of love. Rollercoaster do do doo do do! *Clears throat* Ah...anyway....
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