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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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I meant to post this three days ago, but I was sick and had to host a birthday party for myself. :3 Well, it did give me the chance to make this a bit longer than I would have, so enjoy. No smut yet, but I have a feeling you'll be pleased with the end of the chapter. MWUA HA HA HA HA. *Shifty eyes*

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Hermione ran the comb through her wet hair, staring blankly into her mirror as she thought hard on her decision. On one hand, it would be so enjoyable to work some tutoring again. She’d gotten a fulfillment from teaching the other kids at Hogwarts how to better manage their studying and explaining concepts that they hadn’t quite grasped the first time.

On the other hand she would be spending a quite a bit of time at Malfoy Manor. She’d been tortured in their drawing room by Bellatrix Lestrange. She’d gone toe-to-toe with both father and son in an extremely real war that had nearly cost her and a lot of the people she loved their lives. And she had played an instrumental part in taking down the man that the senior Malfoy had called Master.

But, to be fair, Draco had done a complete 180⁰ turn that had transformed him into a pleasant human being. Lucius Malfoy seemed to be trying to focus on his daughter’s welfare. She’d seen the articles in the Prophet that had showed pictures of him taking Grace shopping for clothes and personal items. The accompanying article had even quoted Lucius as claiming a new start with Grace as his driving force for the change. Hermione took that with a grain of salt, but it seemed plausible.

Grace hadn’t been part of the war, and her opinion of Lucius wasn’t marred by the decisions he’d made. She’d heard from various sources that Draco and Lucius had a very strained relationship because of what had happened during the war. Draco had been angry and bitter that his father had gambled so uncaringly with his life. And Hermione could see the merit in that. If her parents had pulled half of the crap with her that Lucius had pulled with Draco, she was sure she’d never speak to them again.

She left the bathroom still in a state of unsureness of her decision. Harry was sitting in front of the television, playing the game console she'd gotten him for Christmas several years ago.

“Damn it, Spyro! I pressed circle, not square! You jumped right off the cliff you purple fuck!” he hissed at the telly.

Hermione snickered, and snuck into the kitchen to prepare lunch. She'd taken over the responsibility for some of the meals, and felt so much more accomplished then just coming home and eating everything Harry had cooked. She sliced lettuce and vegetables for a light salad, and then mixed up homemade vinaigrette, before starting the stove for one of the only things she could fry: grilled cheese sandwiches.

Harry came to supper a few minutes later, grinning at the repast before him.

“Grilled cheese sandwich and a home-made salad. Bless us all.” He had to duck when Hermione chucked a cherry tomato at him. “Temper, temper! You won't be able to indulge in that heathenish behavior when you dine with the Malfoys.” Harry affected a posh accent here, drawing himself up importantly. “Only commoners throw food.” He ducked again, this time avoiding a baby carrot as they both tittered good-naturedly.

“I think I'm going to do it, Harry.” she said. Harry smiled and put two sandwiches in his plate.

“Good. I think it'll be good for you. Now if you can just keep yourself out of Malfoy senior's knickers...” This time Harry was unable to avoid the baby carrot, and it bounced off of his head.

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Hermione smoothed her clothes down in front of the mirror. She'd decided to go nice, but professional tonight. She was wearing a button up blue blouse with cap sleeves, and a denim skirt that just reached her knees. She was also wearing stockings and short heels. She liked a little height when she could get it.

She lifted her satchel with little difficulty(after applying a feather-light charm) and walked into the den.

“Whoo! You'll be getting laid real quick like that!” Harry whistled. Hermione 'accidentally' struck him with her satchel as she left.

“Merlin! Are you hiding a dead body in that thing?” he whimpered, rubbing his head.

“If I were I certainly wouldn't tell you, Honorary Auror Potter.” she snipped, smiling in satisfaction when he groaned from mortification at what the Ministry had done. Hermione Disapparated with a crack, and reappeared at the gates of Malfoy Manor. She walked the neat, graveled drive up to the imposing Manor home, trying to suppress the nervous fear that was starting to take her.

What if it was just an elaborate trap? She swallowed hard, and then knocked nervously on the front door.

Draco answered, dressed in, surprisingly, dark jeans and a Slytherin green t-shirt. He was wearing black trainers and his hair was combed neatly away from his face.

“Ah, right on time, Granger.” He said genially, opening the door wider. Hermione entered slowly, looking around for any sign of betrayal. Draco frowned slightly.

“The Dark Lord isn’t waiting in the next room to have you for biscuits, Granger. There is no deceit here.” He said. Hermione gave him a frank look.

“I was tortured in this house. In the drawing room, while you watched. I know there was nothing you could do, but you cannot fault me for being wary. I may have been Sorted into Gryffindor, but I do not run blindly where angels fear to trod.” She replied crisply. Draco gave her what he felt was a reassuring smile.

“There is no trickery. I understand your wariness, and I will give you my word on my magic that there is no trap in wait for you.” He said. They both felt the slight shift of magic, and then Draco proved his honesty by holding out his palm and forming a sparkling little light. Hermione stood straighter, and sniffed.

“Very well. Where is your sister? I wanted to give her a little quiz to gauge how well she was taught.” Hermione said, getting straight to business. She saw Draco’s grey eyes glitter with hidden amusement before he turned on the soft heel of his trainer and started down the hall. Hermione’s heels clicked on the luxurious marble floor of the foyer, and then made muffled taps when the marble gave way to luxurious carpet.

The room that had been used by Ian had been abandoned for another, and Draco had set this one up. Instead of a teacher’s desk and a student’s desk, there was just a table in the center of the room, with chairs on opposite sides. On one wall there was a large window facing out into the Malfoy gardens, and on the other were several shelves, lined with titles that Draco had pulled from his old school books and a great selection of supplementary titles from the library.

“This looks comfortable.” Hermione commented.

“Well, after what happened with her last tutor I wanted to keep her as comfortable as possible.” Draco commented, more to himself. The hair on the back of Hermione’s neck prickled uncomfortably.

“What? What happened?” she asked, turning to the blond wizard. Draco regarded her for a moment, as if judging if he could trust her.

“He was mistreating her. She’s a little nervous, so please be gentle with her.” Draco said softly.

“Of course.” Hermione said, and Draco could almost see her heart melt. He smiled.

“She’ll be down shortly if you’d like to set up.” He commented idly. She nodded, and he turned away from her and left the room.

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“What if she hates me?” Grace said suddenly, turning to face her father. He was sitting at his desk doing paperwork, his reading glasses perched on his nose so that he didn’t strain his eyes with cramped numbers.

He looked up as Grace sat on the edge of one of his leather wingback chairs, her brows furrowed and her hands clasped against each other. He slipped the glasses from his face and stood from his chair. He walked around the desk and approached her. Grace stood from the seat, and Lucius could see the nervousness glittering in her silver eyes.

“Hermione Granger doesn’t have a hateful bone in her body. She is fair, honorable, and if she even suspects something is wrong with someone she will go out of her way to help them, whether they want the help or not. She is one of the most brilliant witches alive in this world, and the fact that she is muggleborn matters not to her. She will not hate you.” Lucius told her, reaching out and touching her cheek. Grace closed her eyes and leaned into the gentle touch, relishing the positive contact with her father. The last time someone had touched her face had been Neil , and he had nearly knocked her off of her feet with a slap.

“You will be just fine, Grace.”

“’Course I will. I’m a Malfoy.” She said, puffing up proudly. Lucius smirked at her.

“That you are.” He affirmed.

“Aww…sorry to break up this magic moment, but there is a muggleborn tutor waiting to stuff all sorts of interesting information into our Gracie’s head.”

The two turned to see Draco standing in the doorway, an incredibly smug look on his face. Grace scowled.

“You’re not sorry at all, you fuck-monkey!” she snipped. He’d just interrupted a great moment with their dad.

Draco just threw his head back and laughed. Grace did have the, well, grace to blush when her father scolded her for her language, but then she bustled away from him, and pushed past her brother, whose laughter echoed behind her.

She stomped towards the room that her father and brother had set up for her tutoring, but lost most of her nerve as she reached the door. She had gotten good vibes from Hermione when she and Harry Potter had come to dine with them. But then again, she’d been excited when Ian had first arrived.

She took a deep breath, and then walked into the room. Hermione was sitting at the table already, a large tome in front of her and a stack of paper beside her. Grace cleared her throat, and Hermione looked up.

“Hello, Miss Malfoy.” Hermione said genially. Grace gave a nervous smile.

“I prefer Grace.” She said.

“Very well, Grace. You know that I’m Hermione. I’m going to give you a short test to see how well you were taught, and then we’ll go from there. If you’ll just sit down, we’ll do the writing part first and then move to the practical. Did you bring your wand?” Hermione asked.

Grace drew her wand from her sleeve.

“Hazel and hippogriff feather, eleven and a half inches.”

“Very good. Place it there on the table and we’ll get started.”

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“Oh, dad! It was great! I wasn’t so sure I did well on the written, but she told me I was fantastic on the practical! I almost disarmed her.” Grace gushed during dinner, talking animatedly.

“I think you’re underestimating Miss Granger’s skills.” Lucius said cautiously, remembering a time when she flipped him head over heels on the battlefield.

“Perhaps you’re underestimating mine.” Grace returned evenly.

“Do not take anything about her for granted. She has a mean right hook.” Draco interjected. He had officially moved back home, and was in the process of selling off his flat in France so he could stay in England.

There was silence for a bit, and the meal was finished with no more conversation. As they dismissed from the dining room, Draco found himself tagged by his sister, and she walked alongside him.

“Dad has been alone since him and your mom separated.” It was a statement.

“I suppose. I didn’t really care about his feelings for a while. I was too busy forgetting the war he put me through.” Draco answered. “But even if he was, he’s not alone anymore.”

“I mean personal company. He’s a man. Don’t you think he’s…you know….lonely?” Grace asked, stressing the word more than normal. Draco looked at her, and then his pale face colored as he caught the drift of what she was saying.

“I don’t really think about father’s sex life.” He said.

“But you told him he should get laid…” Grace countered.

“Yeah…but I tell everyone that. Except you…you’d best not.” Draco said, staring her down. Grace just smiled.

“I won’t…not for a long time, anyway. But I’m serious. I think dad needs a girlfriend.” Grace said with determination.

Draco walked alongside her silently for a bit, thinking over what she was saying.

“Perhaps your idea has merit. But you can’t just put out an ad in the Prophet for him. Father is considered a very eligible bachelor right now. Every floozy this side of the Equator would be chomping at the bit to try and get into his wallet….among other things.” Draco said with a shiver.

“He needs someone who doesn’t look at money as a motivating factor for companionship.” Grace was thinking aloud.

“Yes, but also someone who won’t let him walk on them like a rug. I love my mother dearly, but one reason they never quite clicked romantically is because she’s quite submissive. Father has always sought a challenge, and I shouldn’t think a companion would be any different for him.” Draco added.

“He needs someone smart, because I don’t think he’s the type to prefer air-headed slut-buckets.” Grace supposed. Draco snorted.

“Gods, you come up with some of the most horrible things.” He snickered. They found themselves in front of Grace’s bedroom door. “Let’s think on it. We can plan more tomorrow. Good night, Grace.” He said. He wasn’t too surprised when she wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Good night, brother.” She said. They separated after a few moments, and Grace went into her room. She dressed for bed in a silky, old-fashioned nightgown her father had gotten her, and climbed into the large canopy bed.

Her father was a handsome man. Sure, he’d made mistakes in his life….glaring, horrible, almost fatal mistakes, but didn’t he deserve a second chance at happiness? Everyone deserved to be happy. He needed a girlfriend who was smart, stubborn, and loyal. But how to inquire-

And it hit her so hard she sat up in bed with a gasp. She threw back her covers and bolted from the bed before running barefoot to her brother’s room. She flung his door open and was drawing the breath to talk when she found a wand between her eyes. Draco immediately drew back, the clear panic ebbing from his face.

“Oh Merlin, Grace. Don’t do that! Please don’t surprise me like that!” he gasped, sitting down hard on the edge of his bed. He was shirtless, and only dressed in pajama pants, and his arms rested bonelessly on his knees, giving Grace her first glimpse of the faded Dark Mark. She stepped forward, her fingers slightly extended as if to touch his left arm. Draco pulled his left arm towards himself, hiding the grinning skull and its serpentine tongue from view.

Grace withdrew her hand.

“I’m sorry, Draco. I just…I got excited and I wanted to talk to you. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.” She said.

“It’s all right, sis. I just….I don’t like being snuck up on.” He murmured, before shaking himself out of his reverie and giving her a bright smile. “Now…what was this brilliant idea you came up with?”

Grace decided to allow him to change the topic. “I think I know who would be a good match for dad.”

Draco perked up a bit. “Who?”

“She’s smart, brave, honorable, and best of all she’s going to be coming here every day anyway.” She said. Draco looked at Grace for a moment, before giving her a slightly condescending smile.

“Oh, Grace. Those two have too much history. It usually doesn’t work when both people have tried to kill each other.” Draco said.

“But what could it hurt to try? Hermione doesn’t have a boyfriend, and dad is single. They’re both super smart, and Hermione seems like she could hold her own against dad’s stubbornness.” She argued.

“She’s also half his age.” Draco said reasonably.

“Age is only a number. Besides, witches and wizards live to be two hundred or more. Dad isn’t even middle aged, yet.” Grace countered. “Can’t you imagine the sparks that would fly if those two got together?”

Draco was imagining sparks flying, but that would only be due to the duel that broke out in the foyer over who had gotten better NEWTs scores when they were in school.

“I don’t know about that…” he shifted.

“Oh, come on, brother! If it doesn’t look like it’s working we’ll back off. But I think it will!” Grace said, a gleam in her eyes that made Draco a bit nervous.

“I suppose…” he started. Grace took his face in her hands.

“This is going to be so much fun!”

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Yay! Secret plots against Hermione and Lucius! Doncha just love it when kids come together to plot love for their single parent? Wait...I think I've seen this in a movie....-_-

Anyhooters! It's finally out, so take pity on me and my bronchitis....
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