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Hidden in Plain Sight	By : Katay Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 17098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10:

A/N: Alright,
well I set myself up for a hard chapter simply due to exhaustion and the added
fun of lemons. I apologize for the long wait, my husband caught the flu and I�ve
been trying to get him up to snuff � so that put a pause on both my writing and
the betaing. Anyways, here goes and I hope I don�t
disappoint!

September 10^th, 1999

�Dear, you can
just put those over there for now. We�ll finish unpacking it all after dinner.�
Andy absently motioned towards the furthest corner of the guest room and
Hermione floated the last of her boxes in that direction, smiling slightly at
the older woman�s distraction.

Andy nodded as
Hermione set the boxes down and then walked out of the room to go check on the
cooking food and her mischievous grandson.

Hermione glanced
around the sparse room and sighed. She had decided only the day before that she
would sell her London
flat and move in with Andy to help out; and as happy as she was with the
decision, it didn�t make the reality of giving up her full flat any easier.
However, she knew that it was the right step to take in her heart.

Sinking onto the
queen sized bed, she lay back and let her head rest on the soft pillows. At least Andy knows the meaning of comfort �
this bed is soft! Hermione glanced once more around the room and decided
that the mahogany and dark blue coloring would just not work. She grinned and
began transfiguring the furniture and changing the color scheme to something
more her style.

The bed went from
a large four-poster to a white-stained sleigh bed, and the dressers were
stained to match the coloring of the bed. The wall color was repainted a cool
mint green, something soothing after a long day at work.

She sat back on
the bed and pulled her legs under her so she could take in the changed room and
decided how else she wanted to manipulate it, when she heard, �Oh! Teddy, no
don�t touch that! Teddy! NO! PUT THAT DOWN THIS INSTANT! Oh, oh dear.
Hermione?!� She scrambled off the bed and went tumbling out of the room, half
afraid of what she would see on the other side.

Falling out of
the doorway, she felt her jaw drop at the stunning feast laid out before her
and a smirking Andromeda standing with Teddy in her arms. A small poster hung
on the far wall, with the words, �Welcome Home, Niney!�

Bursting into
tears, she enveloped Andy and Teddy in a huge hug. She hadn�t felt like
anywhere was home in a long time.� Her
parents had been fairly cold towards her since the war, feeling that she had
taken away their decision on how to deal with the threat. In the past few
weeks, they had been especially distant, having learned that she was living
with Ron. That was a fun conversation.
Despite being learned people and fairly open minded, her parents weren�t as
understanding when it came to sex and boys.

Grimmauld place
had been shut down after the final battle, Harry swearing that someday he would
return and make it livable once more.� He
also had put down the idea of renovating Godric�s Hollow, deciding that it would
remain as it had for the last twenty years � a testament to the sacrifices of
the first war. So Harry had taken a flat in Coventry,
close enough to London
that apparition wasn�t straining and far enough that he didn�t get many
visitors.

The Burrow had
always felt like a place she visited, never another home like it had for Harry.
So Hermione was left with her small flat in the middle of London, but that had never felt very homey
either, and looking back she supposed it was due to never being fully content
with Ron there.

But now, in the arms
of Andy and Teddy, Hermione felt like she had found a new family of sorts, the
ones that didn�t have anyone else to look after them when the war was over. In
Hermione�s mind, it just seemed right.

She let go,
wiping her tears on her sleeve, and the three sat down to the lovely dinner
Andromeda had prepared. Andy grinned and said happily, �Dig in!� Teddy took the
lead, ladling up a spoonful of potatoes and shooting them across the table at
Hermione, cackling madly. Hermione gasped as Andy laughed and then with a
sneaky grin, took a dollop of her pudding and slung it directly at Andy�s
forehead. The matron gaped for a moment, and then a war of food began to fire
itself at both the curly-haired girl and the small blue-haired infant.

The happy group
fought their way through the evening, the start of many happy evenings in the
small cottage.

**

Meanwhile, Ron
was sitting at the kitchen table of the Burrow, flanked by Ginny and Harry,
facing his formidable mother. All four were sharing a cup of tea, waiting for
Mr. Weasley to come home from work. Ron was shuffling his feet uneasily and
Harry kept nudging him in the side.

Mrs. Weasley
rolled her eyes, �Ron, spit it out.�

Ron spluttered
for a moment before sighing and answering, �How do you always know?!�

She grinned at
him, �You mean aside from your constant twitching and Harry�s horrible attempts
at subtlety? No offense dear,� she turned to Harry, �but you really would have
made a horrible Slytherin.�

Harry grinned and
nodded his head, taking the hint and punching Ron in the arm to get him
talking.

Ron grimaced and
rubbed his bicep, �Alright, alright. I � Hermione � wearen�ttogetheranymore.�

Mrs. Weasley tisked,
�Of course you aren�t. I could have told you that a month ago. What are you
going to do now?�

Ron gaped
slightly, but responded, �I�ve moved in with George at his place over the
shop.� He rolled his neck, �It�ll work out for both of us. Hermione was always
harping on me to get him out and about.�

Mrs. Weasley
grinned and stood up to pour another cup of tea for herself. Ginny frowned
slightly and turned to Ron, �But Hermione can�t be planning on staying in that
flat all by herself!�

Harry shook his
head slightly as Ron remarked, �No, she put up the flat for lease yesterday and
I think she�s moving in with Mrs. Tonks tonight.�

Ginny pouted,
�She could have let me move in with her! I�m stuck here with Mum and Dad, and it�s
not like Harry will let me move in with him.�

Harry rolled his
eyes, �Gin, we�ve been over this. I�m not comfortable with that yet.�

Molly sat back
down and narrowed her eyes at her youngest child, �Nor would your loving
parents let that happen. You are simply too young for that!� When Ginny
spluttered and looked at Ron, Mrs. Weasley quickly added, �Look at what it did
to Ron and Hermione. You need to develop as a person first, and then let the
relationship stem from that.�

Harry nodded,
�I�m not ready to be that old yet Gin. I had my childhood taken away by that
snake; let me hold on just a bit longer. I don�t want a family until I�m ready
to provide for them, until I�m emotionally stable to take care of others.�

Ron was slowly
turning green during the conversation, a fact Mrs. Weasley didn�t miss. She
nodded at Harry�s wisdom, �That's why I had reservations about Ron and Hermione
moving in together. Responsibilities need adjusting to. Isn�t that right Ron?�

Ron gulped,
�Well, that�s another thing. Hermione and I didn�t work, that was true;
however, there might have been something else I didn�t mention.�

Mrs. Weasley
raised her eyebrow, �Oh, and what�s that?�

Ron ran a hand
over his eyes and mumbled softly, �I got Lavender Brown pregnant.�

A wave of silence
ran over the room, broken a minute later by the loud squeaking of the door. Mr.
Weasley walked in, a slight bounce in his step as usual, noticed Mrs. Weasley�s
pale face and agape expression, Harry�s stunned visage, and Ginny�s slowly
rising temper, and asked quietly, �What�d I miss?�

Ron raised his
head to look his father in the eye, �I�m going to be a father, Dad.�

Mr. Weasley�s
briefcase thumped down, and he sunk into a chair summoned by his wife, �Oh
Merlin, I think I�m going to need a drink.�

**

November 10^th, 2017

Hermione lounged
on the chaise in her sitting room, exhausted after a long day at work. She had been
arguing with the Auror department for the past week about the home-raiding
process. Despite being married to one of the most famous Purebloods, Hermione
still gunned for the pro-Pureblood laws. However, she did ensure that some of
the anti-Pureblood laws also got tweaked; it wouldn�t do to become one-sided.

Hence, when she
found out that the old Pureblood families were still being raided for dark
objects; she immediately set out to remedy the prejudices behind the law. She
contacted the Aurors and as one of the higher members of the Department of Law
Enforcement, she was able to carry the project on her own.

Albeit, the
Aurors had been particularly stubborn about not changing the laws, and Hermione
knew who was probably behind it all in the first place. Harry and Ron were
still fairly prejudiced against all the old families. Hermione knew she needed
to change the laws now before they decided to raid the new Malfoy Manor and
walked in on her and Lucius in an unfortunate position.

She giggled,
imagining the reactions of the two men. A cough behind her startled her and she
turned lazily, �Yes dear?�

Her gorgeous
husband stood in the door, elegance personified, eyebrow raised at her languid
appearance. She had shucked her business robes and remained in just a black
leather corset and a pair of black boy short panties. She always had a thing
for leather, and it made her giddy to wear it under the conservative robes she
always wore. She saw the darkened look on Lucius� face and smirked, it also
made him rather frisky.

�Hmm, what have you been up to?� Lucius braced
himself against the doorway to his wife�s sitting room, giving off his usual
nonchalant air. However, inwardly, he marveled that even at the age of
thirty-eight, his wife still made him feel like a young buck. His eyes rolled
over her tightly bound chest, the corset pushing up her breasts to the point he
could tell the nipples were only moments from popping out.

She grinned, �Oh
nothing, I sent Harry and Ron a Howler today for being bigoted arses.� Stretching,
she arched her back and flexed her legs.

He smirked,
�Finally caught on have you?� He glanced over her body. Her legs were still
firm and slightly muscled, due to the laps she swam in the morning, he
supposed. Her eyes were half-lidded and he could tell that she had been close
to napping when he had interrupted her. He, however, had no intention of
leaving, now that he had found her in such a relaxed state. It had been a few
days since either of them had had enough energy to even carry a conversation,
much less actually enjoy the other�s company. ��I�m surprised it only took you twenty-six
years to figure it out.�

He had already
hung his robes up in his own dressing room, so he quietly pulled of his shirt
and waistcoat, leaving only his slacks on. His socks and shoes had been taken
off with the robe; he absolutely hated confining his toes.

She snorted and
closed her eyes again, relaxing back into the cream colored, suede chaise, one
leg over the back and the other bent with her foot on the soft cream
carpeting.� �Mmm, they simply won�t
compromise about this raid issue. I�m tempted to simply give them a show when
they come here.� She crooked her finger at him, eyes still closed.

Not one to ignore
the beckoning of his sexily-clad lady, he stalked over to Hermione and sat down
at the end of the chaise, picking up her small feet and placing them in his
lap. She glanced towards him and grinned, taking in his still muscled chest and
abs. How she loved to run her hands over the fine planes of that chest, tweaking
the overly sensitive nipples and licking his sides ever-so lightly, making him
purr like the giant cat that he was. ��Have I mentioned how much I love those slacks
on you? I can�t imagine who picked them out. Must have been one intelligent
witch.�

�Or a well
informed witch that knew which shops to look in. But I will agree, they feel
wonderful against my skin as well � a necessary detail.� He ran his hands over
her feet, massaging the arch and pad gently, working the tense muscles and
tendons. She moaned and pushed her foot into his hand, demanding for more.

He traced his
fingers up her ankles to her claves and worked the knots. She whimpered
slightly as he hit an extremely tender spot and opened her eyes to watch him.
His white-blonde hair fell freely past his shoulders, curtaining his face. She
watched his long, elegant fingers work magic on her skin; the muscles in his
upper back and bicep rippling as he flexed his fingers.

Hermione spread
her legs, so that now her husband was in between her lower legs, and she began
stroking his responsive sides with her toes. He shuddered in return, and she
could feel the smoldering in his eyes as they gazed at her. She smirked and
raised an eyebrow at him, continuing to run her foot over his sides and lower back.

�Witch,� he
grumbled before sitting up onto his knees and kneeling flush over her, his body
softly pressing her own into the chaise.

She returned in a
husky voice, �Glad you admit it after all these years.�

He let his long
hair curtain the two into their own little world and after gazing into each
others� eyes for a moment, claimed her lips in a lusty kiss.

At first only
using his lips to ply her into submission, he massaged her upper lip and then
her lower lip into compliance, and was then granted entrance into her warm
mouth. He stroked his tongue against hers, inviting it out to play. She began
to return the bruising kiss. Her lips working against his, each fought to
dominate the other and capture them entirely. Her tongue began to stroke against
his, compelling it to thrust harder and more sensuously. She nipped his bottom
lip lightly and grinned against his lips when he growled lightly.

His hands were
running over the supple black leather, caressing the tops of her breasts and
the sensitive area of her lower back. She was arching into his hands, willing
him to peel of her clothes and take her as he normally would. However, he
slowed her down, basking in the shared lust and love that they had forgone in
the previous days. �Missed this, my love,� he growled as he trailed kisses
along her jaw and she clenched her hands in his long hair.

Moving his lips
to the sensitive area behind her ear, he ran his hands down her thighs and
crooking the knees, pulled her flush against him. She ran her hands up his
chest and began playing with his nipples, eliciting a groan from him. She felt
him buck slightly against her hips and clenched her thighs around him. She
curled her fingers in the fine blonde hair on his chest as he gave a
particularly nice lick at the spot behind her ear. �Need you love,� she gasped,
arching into his chest once more.

He licked his way
down her throat and began to nip and lick her breasts, freeing them over the
corset with his other hand. He loved simply lowering the corset, and then
having her breasts pushed up and over the edge as though on a platter for his
enjoyment. He licked the dusky peach colored nipples that graced her luscious
breasts. Taking one in his mouth, he felt it harden and peak in arousal.
Replacing his mouth with his fingers, he kneaded and tweaked while taking the
other nipple and repeating his treatment.

Hermione,
extremely sensitive in her chest area, was writhing beneath him, thighs
clenched. She groaned and brought her hands to his pants, quickly undoing the
button and zipper. He stood to pull them off and she kicked off her panties at
the same time.

Her eyes a dark
chocolaty brown gazed into his dark grey stormy eyes and pleaded with him to
join her. He crawled back onto the enlarged chaise and went between her spread
thighs. Pulling her hands into his and entwining their fingers, he brought her
arms over her head and pinned her down. She arched up against him once more,
brushing her nipples against his own hardened disks. He grinned down at her and
commented, �Patience, patience my dear.�

Deliberately he
ran his cock against her slick folds and she whimpered at the contact, circling
her hips to entice him in. He smirked and positioned himself at her entrance,
her legs going around his hips in anticipation. Then with a thrust he was home.
Her soft inner tissues clenched him like a silken glove, the throbbing heat
making him almost lose control. She arched to take him more fully. Lucius was a
well endowed, and sometimes Hermione had to work a bit harder to take him in
fully, but every time it was worth it.

After leaning
down once more and catching her lips in a deep kiss, he began to thrust anew.
Slow, determined strokes meant to catch every sensitive spot in her, meant to
set her skin burning with a fever of arousal. She whimpered and moaned, arching
her hips in abandon, attempting to make him go faster.

Her eyes flew
open and looked into his own, �Make me yours Luc! Dammit make me feel that
cock!�

He chuckled and
nodded his head, �As the lady wishes.� With that he pulled out fully and
slammed home, the slap of flesh echoing in the quiet room. He quickened his
pace, arching his lower back to get that one special spot in her. As she let
out a particularly loud keen he knew he�d hit it.

She was clenching
down on him in the aftermath of a minor orgasm, glorying in the feel of him
literally piercing her with his cock. She ran her hands up his muscled back and
dug her nails into his shoulders; he rewarded her with a loud growl and a hard
thrust placing her back on the edge again.

His hand snaked
between them, his fingers brushing through her curly patch of hair to find her
clit. He rubbed it lightly with his thumb, making sure to tease her slightly by
catching just the outside of it. She whimpered and encircled her hips
enticingly again. He grimaced as his cock gave a throb of delight and ground
his thumb into her clit, now pounding fiercely into her. The chaise was slowly
scooting across the carpet with the force of his thrusts, and the slap of skin
on skin could be heard around the room.

With a loud
scream, Hermione tumbled over the edge, her vaginal muscles clenching Lucius in
the vise-like grip he loved. He pumped a few more times and finally let himself
follow his wife over the edge. He collapsed half on top of her, but
repositioned so that he was on the chaise and she was draped over his couch.

She lay her head
contentedly on his chest and murmured softly, �Good heavens, I�d forgotten how
wonderful that simple position could be.�

He chuckled, �With
me dear wife, any position is wonderful.�

For once she
nodded in agreement, �You know something my husband, I think you�re right.�

They lay there in
the afterglow of their orgasms, watching the moon slowly make its way across
the windowed ceiling.

However, just as
they were about to fall asleep, they heard someone call, �Mr. Malfoy?!�

Hermione gasped
recognizing the voice, while Lucius remained where he was, content to ignore
the world for a few more minutes.
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