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The Senior Project	By : Lizski Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 37490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 9

'Severus. My old friend. To what do I owe this distinct pleasure this evening?' Lucius Malfoy was sitting in his private study, sipping his brandy when he had been interrupted by his unexpected visitor arriving via the Floo Network. 'Brandy?'

'Scotch, actually.' Severus sat down in the wingchair opposite where Lucius had been sitting, waiting patiently for his host to return with his drink. Lucius refilled his own drink and brought both glasses to the fire. A visit from Severus was always unexpected, and rarely enjoyable, but he still knew his responsibilities as a host.

'Now, what brings you here, Severus?' He looked at his old friend. From outward appearances, it was clear that he had been spending too much time in the dungeons, and not getting enough sleep. Tragic, really.

'There is a matter that has come to my attention, Lucius, and I felt it necessary to set the matter straight with you, before any vicious aspersions were cast.' Indeed. Lucius merely nodded, waiting for the dark-haired man to continue. 'If you don't mind, 'old friend', would you mind explaining to me why you were impersonating me on two separate occasions.'

Lucius smirked. This was easy. Severus would reveal his true colors very soon, and he would be able to successfully report back to the Dark Lord. Then he could get on to other matters.

Before the blonde could speak, however, Severus continued. 'Your relationship with Miss Granger has resulted, in, ah, something more permanent than perhaps you had anticipated.'

Lucius' eyes narrowed. What the hell was he talking about? 'I'm sorry, Severus. I'm not entirely sure to what you are alluding.'

'Cut the crap, Lucius. You were at Hogwarts on two occasions ' occasions during which I had been summoned to our Lord. You took advantage of that opportunity to disguise yourself as me. You also took advantage of one of my students. A Miss Hermione Granger. The girl is pregnant, with your child. And she has no doubt that it is anyone else's.'

Pregnant? Hermione? The words struck him at his core. 'I would have a great deal of doubt about that. She seduced me, thinking that I was you. I cannot help but think that you and she have continued the liaisons. I would be very surprised if the child were not yours, Severus. After all, I have seen you in, ah, our exploits in the past. I find it hard to believe that you would have changed that much. Especially with a woman willingly offering herself to you.' He paused, still trying to collect his thoughts. Pregnant. Hermione.

'Lucius. It would be very easy to terminate the pregnancy. All will be forgotten ' a simple contribution from you is all I need. A strand of your precious hair, perhaps, and this problem will cease to exist.' The dark-haired wizard paused. 'Unless you'd prefer that I give her the potion with my hair in it. Of course, it will kill her if the child is not mine, but I doubt that is much of a concern of yours.'

Bastard. And yet he could see why he had always considered Severus to be one of his closest friends. 'That would be, perhaps, a harsh fate for a chit of a girl, whose only failing appears to be that she is a slut.' Was that subtle enough? Damned if he'd let Severus hurt her, and yet, revealing his own interest in the girl would call into question his own loyalty to the Dark Lord.

'Then a strand of hair, Lucius,' the younger man pressed. 'Do not condemn the girl to carrying your bastard.' Lucius' mouth soured at the word 'bastard.'

'Tell me, Severus, what is your own interest in this matter? I have never known you to be this concerned about the fate of a single Muggle, before.' This was interesting. What, exactly, was his old friend's interest in Hermione? How much could he probe without raising questions about his own loyalties to the Dark Lord?

'She is a student of mine, Lucius.' The voice was angry; his old friend was losing his patience. 'You took advantage of her while she was supposed to be meeting with me. I am responsible for her welfare.'

Damn. And yet, if he stepped in now, how own interests would become apparent, and that was too risky. 'Then you should take care of her welfare. You can afford it as well as I can. The girl means nothing to me, and I want nothing to do with her.' He stood up, draining his brandy. 'Now, please, Severus, unless you have something to talk to me about that is of some interest to me, I must ask you to leave. It is late, and I have work to do tomorrow.'

Severus Snape finished his scotch in one swallow. 'Very well, Lucius. I shall do as I see fit, as it is clearly no concern of yours.' Handing his empty glass to the blonde aristocrat, Severus stepped into the fireplace.

****

Back in his own quarters, Severus Snape ran his fingers through his hair. It was late, and he should be trying to sleep, but he couldn't. He hadn't lied to Lucius earlier. He really did feel responsible for Hermione. There was no doubt in his mind that Lucius was the father of her child, but without something from Lucius, there was no way that he could safely end Hermione's pregnancy. He had considered picking up a hair from the chair he had been sitting in while in Lucius' study, but he couldn't guarantee that it would be one of Lucius' hairs, and he hadn't lied about the possible effects of an ingredient from someone other than the father. Hermione could easily die.

She might want to, after she heard about Lucius' response, but he couldn't let that happen. Not now. He wasn't sure how he was going to make this work, but he wanted her. He realized that as she sat in his office earlier today. He could take responsibility for the child. It would likely cause more problems than it would solve, including no doubt revealing his role as a doubt-agent, and jeopardizing his teaching career.

But if Hermione wanted him ' and could possibly learn to love him ' then it would all be worth it.

He sighed. He really hadn't realized that she was interested in him ' at least not in anything other than a student-teacher relationship. Certainly, he'd had students approach him before, but they were generally quite blatant, and quite frequently, expected academic favors in return. Hermione hadn't been that way at all. She had been quite subtle ' too subtle, if truth be told ' and certainly hadn't been in search of academic favors.

The irony was that now that he had given it some thought, Hermione would be an ideal mate; intelligent, not given to the foolishness that most women were, and - if the fact that Lucius had gone to her more than once was any indication ' likely quite enjoyable in bed.

Albus would kill him. But perhaps her condition could be concealed for a while, and in the meantime, he could step up his work for the Order. If he could help bring down Voldemort, perhaps 'his' indiscretions with Hermione could be forgiven, or at least forgotten. He'd have to talk with Hermione tomorrow. Perhaps they could come to an understanding before her meeting with the Headmaster tomorrow.

While this child would not be his, there would certainly be others that would be his. Lucius was a distant cousin as it was, so it wouldn't be as if the child was absolutely no relation of his. And he would mostly certainly enjoy getting her pregnant with his own children.

The dark-haired wizard's mind drifted. Yes. He would most definitely like to slowly undress Hermione, letting his fingers roam over her body as he removed her clothing, piece by piece, kissing her flesh as it was revealed. And he would like to have her mouth on his body, on his cock. Meditatively, he slowly thrust his hips against nothing, imagining her mouth taking him, her body taking him. He unzipped his slacks and touched his hard flesh, imagining that she was already living with him, already satisfying his needs, just as he would satisfy hers.

****

Miles away, Lucius Malfoy found himself pouring another brandy. And another one after that. He couldn't get Severus' words out of his head: 'The girl is pregnant with your child.' His child. Hermione. Of course. That's why she had owled him, and why she had tried to talk to him. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. And he had ignored her.

No. Worse than ignored her. He had lashed out at her. Called her a 'mudblood slut' actually.

He'd had to. The Dark Lord had summoned him the last time he had been with her. He had gone to him almost immediately, and when he was questioned on what he had been doing, he had been forced to admit that he had been at Hogwarts. When pressed further, he had had to admit that he'd been taking his pleasure with a student. By a stroke of luck, the Dark Lord had assumed that he was with the daughter of a loyal follower, and had praised him on his ingenuity. Voldemort had finished, however, by fervently warning him against getting 'too friendly with Muggles and Muggle sympathizers' while at the school. He had been forced to assure his commander that he was in no danger of being seduced by the Muggle sympathizers.

He sighed, taking another swallow of the brandy. He had essentially lied to Voldemort, although the falsehood hadn't been detected. He'd already been seduced by a Muggle-born. And he'd rather enjoyed it. And yet, if he had continued to see her, he had no doubt that his Lord would have discovered his deception at some point.

It had been hard when he'd seen her earlier today. He kept envisioning her full lips, parting as animalistic groans escaped from deep within her, the delicate skin of her throat flushed with desire. He'd wanted nothing more than to take her with him when he left the school grounds today. And yet he couldn't even talk to her. Another Death Eater was on the board of governors, and had been watching him closely while they were at Hogwarts. If he had taken the girl, Voldemort would have known about it almost immediately. So instead, he'd been forced to turn on her. He swallowed more brandy.

And now Severus was telling him that she was pregnant. With his child.

Despite what he'd said to Severus, he had known immediately that the child was his. And now he was torn. He wanted to go to her. Hell, he wanted to take her to bed and not let her out for days. And yet his life would be over ' virtually, if not literally ' if he were to do that.

Damn it. Why couldn't that damn Parkinson girl been anything like Hermione? Not that he'd stayed around long enough to take that one to bed ' he had escaped that one at the very first opportunity. Maybe Draco saw something in that girl, but he certainly couldn't understand what. On the other hand, if Hermione had been born to a wizarding family, he could have ruled the world with her. She was smart ' smarter than most, truth be told ' and damned sexy. Perhaps, he could still rule the world with her; the notion of 'pure blood' was rapidly becoming outdated. He'd just have to eliminate Voldemort.

Gods. The thought itself was treason. And yet supporting Voldemort was already considered treason. He finished off his brandy and considered pouring himself another one. Gods. She was pregnant. And with the way things were in the world, what the hell could he do about it?

He could give her the hair. Severus had told him that she would be able to end the pregnancy easily. He had done that before. With very little pain or fuss, Hermione could be free to get on with her life. And yet the idea of her doing that was disturbing to him. She'd get on with her life, eventually forget about him, and in time, marry some twit with a weak chin who would ask politely for sex on alternating Thursdays. No. That wouldn't do. He couldn't resign her to that fate. He couldn't.

He'd just have to makes some sort of financial arrangement for her and the child. Something that, naturally, couldn't be traced directly back to him, but would more than amply provide for Hermione and the child for years to come. And, of course, if Voldemort began capturing Muggle-born witches and wizards, he'd ensure that Hermione and the child were brought directly to him.

Satisfied, he poured himself the brandy he had been thinking about.

****

'Miss Granger, please see me after class.' As expected, Hermione received no indication from Severus as to whether he would be able to help her.

Harry and Ron both looked at Hermione questioningly, but the witch subtly shook her head. She didn't want them overhearing any of this. She hoped that Severus had good news for her; she hadn't been able to find an abortifacient that didn't require either a contribution form the father, or distilled moonbeam. Of course, the Potions Master had more resources upon which to draw.

At the end of class, Hermione approached the front of the room. After a moment's hesitation, and a brief nod from Hermione, Draco joined her.

'This does not concern you, Mr. Malfoy. You are dismissed.'

'No, professor. I'd like him to stay.' Hermione turned to Draco, 'Stay. Please.'

The dark-haired wizard tried unsuccessfully to hide his surprise. 'Are you sure, Miss Granger? This is a matter of some delicacy.' Hermione nodded.

'Yes. I'd like him to stay.' Her voice left no room for argument.

'Indeed.' Hermione noticed that Severus clenched and unclenched his jaw muscles before continuing. 'To be blunt, Lucius has denied any responsibility for your, ah, condition.'

'That lying bastard!' The words came automatically.

'Please refrain from using obscenities in conjunction with a member of the school's board of governors.' He paused, his eyes narrowing briefly. 'As you are aware, without a contribution from the father, it is impossible to create an abortifacient that doesn't require distilled moonbeam. If Lucius is the father, Miss Granger, I believe your only option is to have the child. This will be very difficult for you, as a single woman who has not completed her education. No matter how intelligent.' The voice was condemning.

Without warning, Hermione burst into tears. This was all too much; the pregnancy, having to tell Severus, Lucius denying her, and even Draco's earlier kindnesses.

Draco put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her close to him. 'It's okay. I'll take care of you and the baby,' he whispered soothingly, ignoring the glare from his Head of House.

'B-but I c-can't finish school,' Hermione cried, her hand resting on Draco's arm.

'Of course you can. We'll figure it out,' Draco's voice was reassuring, his touch supportive.

Saying nothing, she clung to him. Gods. What choice did she have? Her parents would be amazingly disappointed in her. She couldn't support herself, and certainly couldn't support a child. Draco wasn't all bad ' and he seemed sincere about treating her and the child well. Gods.

She looked up at Draco, wiping the tears off her cheeks before she spoke. 'Thank you.' Draco pulled her into a tight embrace, the Potions Master staring venomously at the couple.

'Am I correct in assuming, Mr. Malfoy, that you are going to accept responsibility for your father's child?'

Bastard. Severus couldn't stop him from doing so, could he?

'Yes, sir. The child is a Malfoy, after all. And it will be an honor to take Hermione as my wife.' The sincerity in Draco's voice was overwhelming, and Hermione fought to not cry again.

'It will also be an affront to your father, and all that he holds dear.' Severus' voice was reproachful.

'Abandoning a pregnant woman is an affront to all that I hold dear. My father has his beliefs, and I have my own. As a legal adult, I am free to make my own decisions.' Draco's voice was calm, his eyes darting between Hermione and their professor.

'As a Malfoy, you are not entirely free to make your own decisions. However, if you wish to saddle yourself with your father's child, it is your choice.' Severus looked at Hermione questioningly. 'You are willing to allow Draco to accept responsibility for this?'

Hermione nodded slowly.

'Very well. As your Head of House, Draco, I will attend this evening's meeting with the Headmaster with you. Miss Granger, I have some additional comments about your senior project, if you have a few more minutes.'

Draco picked up his bookbag, 'See you at dinner, Hermione.'

She smiled, 'Sure. See you then.' The classroom door shut behind Draco as he left the room.

'Your ability to attract Malfoys is commendable, Miss Granger. I am not certain where Draco has acquired a noble streak, but your ability to exploit it is quite Slytherin.' Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but her professor continued. 'I agree that Draco's proposal to you must seem a godsend, and perhaps, in the short term, it will be. But have you thought this through? Does it occur to you the life you will lead, shackled to Draco? Has it ever occurred to you that he might come to resent a child that is not his, but his father's? Has the further thought occurred to you that he will resent you, for having been with his father? Or,' he added more quietly, 'that you might come to resent Draco, for not being his father?

Damn him. Of course she had thought about all of this. And that was why she was still reluctant to accept his proposal. 'Yes, sir. It has occurred to me. But I am not sure what other options I have available to me. As you sagely pointed out moments ago.'

'Perhaps, Miss Granger, I may suggest something. I think that outwardly accepting Draco's proposal is a good idea. However, it may not be necessary to follow-through with the plan. You may find that you have other options open to you. Options which are not clear to you at the moment.' Hermione looked at the dark-haired wizard, trying to understand his inferences. He wasn't making much sense.

'I will speak to Draco,' he continued. 'I will explain to him my fears about the potential union between the two of you. He will listen to me, as his godfather, if not as his Head of House. In the mean time, I will help you explore other options,' his voice was soft, confident.

'And what happens, Professor, when you have convinced Draco that he shouldn't marry me, and all my other 'options' ' whatever they may be ' fall through as well, and I am left alone? What am I supposed to do then?' Her voice was angry. It wasn't fair; he couldn't do this to her. She'd be back where she started. Except then she'd have been rejected by both Malfoys.

'Then you will allow me to support you and the child.'

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A/N: I couldn't help it. I really couldn't. Throwing Severus into the mix was just too good an opportunity to pass up. I don't know what all of these plot twists have to say about my current mental state, but, um, I'm having fun, despite my deranged underpinnings! Again, thanks to Redsugg for her brilliant suggestions that keep nudging me in the right direction!
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