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Atonement	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 16710 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione opened her eyes, looking around the Manor. The foyer was sophisticated and Hermione thought it screamed Malfoy. The elegance was evident in all the rooms' furnishings from the rugs to the crystal vase on a table.
They had barely taken a few steps before Draco appeared in the doorway. He looked at them both, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Father? I felt the wards shift so I…" his jaw dropped at the sight of his father's bloody and beaten face.
"Draco, there's been an incident," Lucius began to explain, but it was at that moment that Draco saw Hermione.
"Merlin, Hermione! What on Earth happened? What happened to you both?"
"Well, there-"
"It looks like you both were in a fight, the Muggle way I might add," he interjected.
"There was an intruder at Hermione's apartment. We don't know what they were looking for or what they were after, but they obviously meant her harm."
"Lucius," Hermione whispered softly, tugging on his sleeve.
"Of course, Hermione. Draco, we'll be retiring for the night, so please excuse us." Taking Hermione's hand, Lucius led her down the hall.
"Would you like your own room or…?" he asked, trailing off. He wanted to lock the witch in his personal chambers and never let her leave, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't imagine Hermione liking that very much. So he'd let her decide.
She blushed. "Umm, I'll stay with you, if that's all right." She wasn't sure if that'd be proper or not, but after everything that had just happened, she didn't want to be alone.
Lucius nodded, taking her hand and leading her to his bedroom. He un-warded the door, stepping aside to let her in.
Hermione was struck by the colours of the room. She had expected green and silver, but was met with blues and browns. The room had an earthy touch to it, which calmed her nerves greatly. Her eyes landed on the large bed and she froze.
"Hermione?" Lucius asked, observing her stiff posture. "What is it?"
"I can't sleep here… not where she…" Hermione slowly started to back up.
Lucius, understanding what she meant, quickly reached out and grasped her wrist. "Hermione, Narcissa has never been in this room. We hadn't shared a bed for years before she died."
"Didn't you love her?"
Lucius was taken aback. "I… Hermione, I did love Narcissa, but it was an arranged marriage. I loved her and cared for her because I was with her… not because..." he let out a huff. "It's hard to explain, Hermione."
"No, I think I do," she said quietly. "You loved her because it was your duty as her husband."
Lucius was quiet for a moment, musing over his relationship with Narcissa. He had hated her at first, the spoiled girl that she was. But she grew into a strong, young woman that was a perfect mother to Draco and eventually he grew to love her. He did miss her, but that was all behind him now.
He glanced down and saw Hermione staring at him expectantly.
"Come on; let's get you into the tub."
She let out a sigh of relief and nodded.
Lucius placed his hand on her shoulder, causing her to wince. "What's wrong?"
Hermione reached up and slid her sleeve down. "I was hit with a hex," she murmured, looking at the burnt skin.
"You silly witch! Why didn't you say anything?" he asked angrily, summoning a jar of paste.
"I forgot! With everything happening, it just slipped my mind." She blushed, feeling like a young schoolgirl being scolded by her teacher. "It doesn't even hurt," she protested, hissing when he dabbed the cool paste on the burn.
"The skin has been charred but it shouldn't hurt as much once the paste is able to set. It should be healed completely in a day or two." Lucius put the jar down, looking at her worriedly. "Are you all right, Hermione?"
"I'm fine, Lucius. Just really tired," she smiled up at him reassuringly.
"Most witches would be in a panic," he commented dryly.
"Well, I'm not most witches," she retorted with an eye roll.
"And thank Merlin for that." Lucius wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against his body. Leaning down, he captured her lips.
Hermione melted into the kiss almost immediately, enjoying the way his lips moved against hers. She felt herself growing more and more lightheaded as the seconds passed, her body tingling wildly.
Eventually, they broke apart. "Let's get you in the tub," he said, leading her through a side door.
Hermione, still in a daze, allowed him to lead her. She wondered if every kiss would always leave her so breathless.
Turning on the tap, the tub filled with warm water and bubbles.
"I'll leave you be," Lucius said, heading to the door.
"No!" she said almost too quickly. Blushing, she tried to correct herself. "That is, you can stay, erm, if you want. I, um, don't mind."
Lucius smiled at her incoherent rambling. "If you wish."
She nodded.
"Then I'll be right back."
Blushing, she slowly undressed and got into the tub. The bubbles gave her some modesty but didn't do much to quell the flush on her face.
Lucius reappeared a moment later, two towels in his hand. He looked at her in the tub and felt himself immediately harden at the image. She looked like a goddess in his tub, her curls fanned out around her.
"Lucius?" she squeaked, squirming under his intense stare.
"May I join you?" he asked huskily.
Hermione nodded.
Lucius divested himself of his clothes and Hermione averted her eyes. He climbed into the tub, sitting across from her.
They stared at each other for a moment, each unsure of what to do next.
"I'm not really sure how to go about this," she whispered.
"Turn around," he commanded gently.
Nervously, she did as he said. Lucius moved closer to her, moving her hair from her shoulders. He noticed her trembling. "Don't be nervous, Hermione. We've both had a tiring day. I'm only going to wash you."
Her trembling stopped. "Okay."
He gently tipped Hermione's head backwards, wetting her hair. Grabbing some shampoo, he worked it in, making sure he got every curl. Hermione let out a small sigh. "That feels nice," she commented.
"You have beautiful hair."
She laughed. "My hair has been called many things, but beautiful is not one of them.
"Well, your hair is beautiful," he repeated. "Wild and untamed? Yes. But that makes it beautiful."
She smiled at him. "Thank you, Lucius."
He rinsed her hair before adding the conditioner. After washing that out too, he poured some body wash onto a sponge. He began to rub her back, careful to scrub around her burn mark.
Hermione turned, allowing him to wash her front. The sponge glided over her breasts, causing her to shiver. Her tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips.
Lucius smirked, continuing to work downwards. He grabbed her foot, causing her to giggle. Lucius arched his eyebrow. "Are you ticklish?"
"No!" she answered almost too quickly.
Lucius tried to hide his pleasure at that fact. Tightening his grip on her ankle, he washed between her toes, causing her to laugh hysterically.
"Lucius, please stop!" she cried between laughs.
"I need to make sure you are squeaky clean." He continued his ministrations on the other foot.
Hermione's stomach hurt she was laughing so hard. "Please, Lucius! Stop tickling me!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Eventually, he released her foot and finished washing her.
Hermione's chest was still heaving as grabbed the sponge. "Your turn," she said, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Don't you dare get any ideas, because I am not ticklish," he said in his dry Pureblood voice.
"Party pooper," she mumbled scrubbing his chest. As she washed him, she committed every curve, blemish, and scar to memory. Her fingers gently traced a scar on his back.
"Bellatrix," he commented, his voice thick.
"I had no idea," she whispered. She rested her forehead against his bareback, her eyes fluttering closed.
"The War was hard on me, too, Hermione. You were not the first to experience Bellatrix's insane tactics."
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, feeling the corners of her eyes fill with tears.
Lucius quickly turned around, tilting her head upwards. "Don't cry for me, Hermione. I deserved what I got."
"But-"
"No, no buts. I was a Death Eater, Hermione. While I have reformed, it will always be so."
Hermione frowned. "That's in the past."
"It is. Please, Hermione, I don't like to see you so sad."
"Sorry," she muttered, trying to smile at him. Sometimes it was just hard for her to get over what had happened to her during the war.
"Would you like to wash my hair? Or shall I do it?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"I'll do it," Hermione said, reaching up to touch his silky, blonde locks. "I've always wanted to wash your hair."
He arched his eyebrows at her.
"What? You have gorgeous hair," she said defensively.
He smirked. "Hermione," he half purred, half growled.
"Turn around," she ordered. "Let me wet your hair."
He turned, allowing her small hands to wet his hair. Grabbing the shampoo, she took her time working it through. He has so much hair!
Hermione had never thought long hair was attractive on men until she met Lucius Malfoy. For some reason, he looked incredibly sexy with it. Probably because he keeps it so well groomed.
She eventually finished washing him and he stood. Her jaw dropped at the sight. He looked a god, an Adonis that was all hers.
Lucius chuckled at her expression, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. Taking the second towel, he held it up for her. "Come on, I'm sure you're covered in wrinkles all ready."
"Yes, but my wrinkles aren't permanent," she countered, standing up. She blushed momentarily at her nudity before Lucius wrapped the towel around her.
"Are you saying I have wrinkles?" he asked, eyes filled with mirth.
"If the shoe fits." She smirked.
"What shoe? I thought we were talking about my non-existent wrinkles."
Hermione laughed, shaking her head. "Never mind, it's a Muggle saying."
"Ah. Well, come on, let's get dressed and into bed."
Hermione got some shorts and one of Harry's old Quidditch tee-shirts. Using her wand to dry her hair, she quickly finished up in the bathroom.
Walking into the bedroom, she saw Lucius was already in bed. "Come here," he commanded, opening his arms for her.
She slid into the bed, sighing at the feel of the silky sheets.
Lucius wrapped his arms around her tightly, his hands quickly finding their way into her hair.
"Thank you, Lucius," she whispered sleepily.
"For what?"
"For this. For protecting me and allowing me to stay in your home. And for the wonderful date you took me on earlier." She reached up and gave him a quick kiss. Closing her eyes, she drifted to sleep.
"No, thank you, Hermione," he whispered in response. He would protect the small witch in his arms. He would keep her safe.
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