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Polyjuice	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 32326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: My thanks as ever to my excellent beta, Mamacita for her punctuation skills and the funny comments!
Werewolfhime — Do you think Hermione will believe Ron? You’re right she does need to tell Simon first, but I don’t think you’re gonna like it — sorry.
Heidi191976 — Glad you’re still enjoying it. Long may it continue.
Ginnylovesharry — Yes, it is good she found the relationship with ‘Simon’. Such a shame that . . . ah well.
Xineweber — Welcome aboard. I know exactly what you mean, but first, she has to tell Simon . . . .

History of Magic was finally over and Hermione headed outside the castle. She desperately needed to get some fresh air because she was feeling queasy again, but also she needed to get to the boathouse to meet Simon.
She had spent several hours trying to decide who she should tell first, Simon or Ron, and had eventually decided it should be Simon. After all, she intended to break off her relationship with him, and she wasn’t sure she could do that if she had already spoken to Ron and he had rejected her. The truth was that she had fallen in love with Simon and didn’t want to end up trapping him because of it.
Hermione hurried across the lawn and down the hill, heading towards the lake, the cold air clearing her head and helping to relieve her nausea. She checked to make sure no one was around and then ducked into the dark boathouse.
‘Are you here, Simon?’ she asked as she walked through the door, keeping her voice low. She knew she was a little earlier than usual so it was possible he hadn’t arrived from whatever lesson he had been in.
Lucius cursed quietly. He had been running late today and had only just arrived. He hadn’t taken the Polyjuice potion yet, preferring to wait until he saw Hermione coming round the lake — obviously with Polyjuice every second counted.
But now he had a problem. The potion was in his bag in the boat and he was a good few feet away from it, as he had been stashing his Invisibility Cloak. Somehow he had to get the bag from the boat without Hermione seeing and without her realising he was there. He slid the Cloak back over himself and moved silently towards the boat, trying to keep as far away from Hermione as possible.
Hermione looked around, realising that the place was empty, and she began to move back towards the door her heart sinking with disappointment. What if Simon wasn’t going to come and see her today? What if he had got fed up with her, maybe found someone else? He was always here when she arrived, normally.
Lucius breathed a sigh of relief at Hermione’s distractedness and plucked the bag out of the boat, retreating a safe distance to hide behind a stack of boats before opening it and retrieving what looked like a bottle of pumpkin juice. He quickly stashed the Cloak and unscrewed the lid of the bottle, taking a large mouthful of the disgusting potion while trying not to make any noise. But the potion made him gag and he was unable to remain completely quiet as the change came over him.
Hermione heard the noise and looked around suspiciously. ‘Who’s there?’ she asked, pulling her wand out. ‘Lumos,’ she whispered, and the end of her wand lit up, providing her with light.
There was another sound: this time a sort of moan. She spun around, trying to see where the sound had come from.
‘Simon?’ she called out tremulously, waiting for the sound to come again. Hermione headed towards the boat that she and Simon used, but it was empty.
Lucius straightened, the Polyjuice potion having finally completed its work, and stepped out from behind the stack of boats, carrying his bag.
‘Hermione!’ He smiled as he walked towards her.
Hermione jumped and gave a little squeal of surprise, then laughed, her hands on her heart.
‘Gods, you scared the life out of me, Simon. What were you doing back there?’
Simon looked abashed. ‘I was just looking to see what was there. I often check the place out while I wait for you. We don’t want anyone else coming here, do we?’ He flashed her a quick smile.
‘Did you hurt yourself?’ Hermione asked concerned. ‘I thought I heard a moan.’
Simon frowned. ‘No. I’ve had a bit of a dodgy tummy recently. You know, stomach cramps and stuff. I think that must be what you heard. I just had a spasm.’
He walked over to Hermione and pulled her into his arms, wrapping himself tightly around her. ‘I’m sorry if I scared you,’ he whispered as his lips brushed her hair.
‘I don’t know why I’m so jumpy.’ She gave a small laugh. ‘I assume we are alone?’
Simon nodded. ‘Yep. Completely. Just you and me and a load of boats. Do you want to sit?’
Hermione considered for a second. Sitting would lead to kissing, and kissing to touching, and then she would be lost. She knew she wouldn’t be able to resist anything Simon did to her, and it was important that she talk to him. She needed him to understand that the relationship was over; that there wasn’t going to be a happy ending for the two of them.
She pulled out of his arms.
‘No, Simon. I need to talk to you.’ Her voice was serious now and Hermione could feel the tears prickling at the back of her eyes. She closed her eyes to stop them. No tears until she had left this place; until she had left Simon.
Simon studied Hermione in panic. Had she realised who he was? Had the Polyjuice potion not worked properly?
‘What’s the matter, love?’ he asked her gently, reaching out to stroke her face. ‘Come on, let’s sit down and talk.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘No. I can’t sit with you, Simon. I’m sorry.’
Simon gazed at the girl in surprise. Just what was going on?
Hermione looked back at her handsome lover and took a deep breath. He looked so perfect that she didn’t want to do this; she wanted to run into his arms and stay there forever.
Just get on with it, the little voice in her brain hissed impatiently.
‘Hermione?’
The sound of his voice brought her back. ‘You remember when we first . . . got intimate, I told you that I’d been with Ron — just the once — and that it hadn’t worked out?’
She could feel Simon’s eyes boring into hers as he listened to her. He nodded.
‘I don’t really want to go into details, but we had an argument. I was so upset that I completely forgot about performing the contraceptive charm. That’s why I was so adamant about us doing it before we have sex. But it was too late. I’m pregnant.’
Lucius looked at Hermione in complete amazement, not quite believing what he had just heard. He had completely forgotten that they hadn’t used contraception. He had assumed Hermione would have cast the spell after she had left him, especially in light of what had happened. But she had been so distressed she had forgotten to do it. And now his beautiful lover was pregnant. With his child.
‘I’m sorry, Simon,’ she whispered, sounding truly mortified.
Lucius just continued to stare at her as his heart soared. His Hermione was having his baby. This was fantastic news. ‘Are you going to keep it?’ he asked, hardly daring to hear the answer. What if she had decided to get rid of it? No, she couldn’t be allowed to do that. He wouldn’t let her.
Hermione looked sadly at Simon. ‘Yes. I’m going to keep it.’
Lucius’ heart leapt once more at her words, a surge of love running through him.
‘But that means I have to stop seeing you, Simon. I have to try and make things up with Ron,’ Hermione said.
Lucius’ heart sank like a stone. Oh, sweet Merlin, that wasn’t good. Weasley probably didn’t even know that he was supposed to have had sex with her. What would he say when he found out she was pregnant and thought he was the father? Actually, knowing Weasley he would probably accept it, that family were always too bloody nice for their own good. And then what? His child being raised in poverty, all because Hermione thought Weasley was the father.
But maybe the boy was pigheaded enough to reject her, especially if he, Lucius, reminded her of why they had argued. And then Simon could be there to pick up the pieces. To claim her and give her the support she would so desperately need.
Of course, eventually, he would have to reveal his true identity, he couldn’t stay as Simon forever. But he knew Hermione loved him — him, not Simon — and one day he was going to make her his wife. Well, once he had got rid of Narcissa, of course.
‘Have you spoken to Ron about it?’ he asked, carefully making sure his voice showed no sign of his feelings.
Hermione shook her head. ‘Not yet. I wanted to tell you first. Simon, I really like you, and if things had been different, maybe . . . .’ she trailed off sadly. ‘But they’re not, and I can’t try to make things up with Ron if I’m still seeing you. I’m sorry.’
Simon looked at her appraisingly, nodding slowly as if he understood.
‘You don’t have to talk to Ron,’ he said quietly.
Hermione laughed shrilly. ‘Of course I do. He’s the father, even if he doesn’t want to be.’
‘But I can look after you,’ Simon insisted.
Hermione gazed at Simon with longing. ‘I know. But I have to give Ron the chance. Don’t you see? How would you feel if you found out you had a child and you hadn’t been told about it?’
‘Perhaps he won’t find out.’
Hermione snorted. ‘Simon, he’s got bright red hair, chances are so will the baby. Don’t you think it’ll be a bit obvious?’
No, it’s not going to have red hair, love, thought Lucius, although it might be blonde. He looked at Hermione. ‘I suppose you’re right,’ he conceded with a sigh.
‘So what did he do?’ he asked suddenly.
‘What?’
‘What did Ron do? To upset you, I mean.’ Simon looked at her intently.
‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ Hermione’s voice was stiff and cold.
‘Why not? Don’t you think it’s important? After all, if you’re going to give yourself to him again . . . .’
Hermione looked exasperated. ‘I am not going to “give myself to him”,’ she said angrily. ‘He’s the father of my baby and he deserves to know.’
‘Does he? Surely that would depend on what he did to you,’ Simon replied defiantly.
There were tears in Hermione’s eyes now. ‘It was something stupid, something I don’t think he even realised he’d done, but it hurt me and I can’t forget it.’
Simon wrapped his arms around her, consoling her as she cried.
‘Tell me,’ he crooned gently.
At first, Hermione shook her head, refusing to speak, but after some cajoling from Simon she finally gave in and told him what Ron had said.
‘He called me — he called me a Mudblood!’ Hermione wailed, finally letting out all the grief that she felt over Ron’s betrayal.
‘What, Ron Weasley?’ Simon sounded astonished. ‘Ron Weasley called you that?‘
Hermione nodded sadly.
‘Surely you must have misheard? I mean, Ron would never say anything like that. He and his family are friendly towards Muggles, aren’t they?’
‘I always thought so,’ Hermione replied unhappily. ‘But I’m not mistaken. He definitely said it. And worse still, it was right after we had made love. I was feeling so wonderful, everything was just perfect, and then he made me feel so completely worthless — as if I were just some thing, just another conquest. He made me feel so awful I just wanted to die.’
Lucius’ heart constricted as Hermione talked. He had never really considered how his comment had made her feel. Selfishly he had thought only of how it had ruined his chances of further seduction. Hearing the pain in his lover’s voice hurt far more than he would have expected it to.
Gods, she really had changed him. Before he had made love to her he would never have worried about what a Mudblood thought. But now he didn’t even see her as a Mudblood. She was his Hermione — beautiful, clever and strong. And he had hurt her badly, without even meaning to.
‘Are you sure you want to get back with Ron after that?’ he asked gently.
Hermione shrugged. ‘He’s been my friend for so long. And he is the father.’
Simon held Hermione tightly, as always not wanting to ever let her go. But he knew he had no choice. Holding her hands, he looked into her eyes, admiring as ever the gold flecks that seemed to dance within the brown.
‘Hermione, I understand why you have to do this, but if things don’t work out — if Ron isn’t interested or even if you just need a friend — I’ll always be here for you. You do know that, don’t you?’
Hermione smiled at Simon gratefully. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered, and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him deeply one final time.

Lucius watched his lover and child walk away from him back across the grass towards the castle, and his heart raced. He wished he could just call her back to him, hold her to him and tell her how much he loved her, but he couldn’t. He already knew Hermione would probably get hurt again when she confronted Weasley, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.
For a moment he considered changing into the redhead one last time to try and sort out the mess that had been created, but it was too dangerous, there was far too much that could go wrong. He was just going to have to hope that the boy didn’t reject her too badly and be ready as Simon to pick up the pieces in the aftermath. And if Weasley didn’t reject her, then he would have to consider his options.
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