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Lucius managed to get his amusement under control long
enough to shift back into his normal form, place a charm upon the door so they
would not be disturbed, and shucked his clothing before climbing into their
bed.� Hermione followed suit more slowly,
perching on the edge of the mattress with one long leg tucked underneath her
while the other dangled gracefully over the edge as she brushed her hair.� She displayed the slightest of blushes at
being completely nude before him, so he folded back the coverlet so that he was
as bare as she.

He loved the way her eyes wandered over him appreciatively
as she set down her hairbrush, and his body reacted automatically to her
scrutiny.�

�What, you haven�t had enough?� Hermione asked, playfully reaching
out her finger to run it along the length of his partially erect member.�

Lucius smiled lazily and put his hands behind his head.� �I could never have enough of you,� he said
honestly.� �Come over here.� She teased
him for a few moments more, then crawled to him and pulled the covers up around
their bodies. �He found it to be a novel
experience, lying beside a beautiful young witch and not feeling any specific
sexual urges�well, nothing out of the ordinary; just being in the same room with her made him uncomfortably
hard these days, but he was perfectly content to hold her against him without
making any advances.� At any rate, he had
already discovered (much to his delight) that Hermione had an uncommon fondness
for performing fellatio and had woken him on several different occasions by
practicing her already formidable skill � was ever any wizard as lucky as
he?�

�G�night,� she yawned up at him.� �Love you.��
He smiled as she fell asleep almost immediately and adjusted her within
the curve of his arm gently � tiny or not, she had a way of taking up most of
the bed that even the largest Quidditch player could learn from.� And she usually blamed him for doing that sort of thing.�
Lucius looked down at the treasure in his arms and smiled again; he was
truly blessed by her continued presence in his life.� Love had been truly frightening for him at
first, but now for the first time he felt somewhat confident of his place in
her heart � even if she did decide
that she wanted someone younger and more malleable, he would always remember
their time together and hoped against hope that she would never want
another.� He whispered unheard words of
love to her and reached for the candles to snuff them.

Lucius Malfoy, you have a great deal to answer for, a voice
boomed from somewhere, making him knock a candle over in surprise and spill the
hot wax over his hand.

�What the�?� What was that? He looked around the darkened
room, reaching for his wand.� If it was
Potter, he�d send the misbegotten brat to get reacquainted with his idiot
parents�

And then you would be hauled
right back to the Azkaban cell where I found you, young man! The voice threatened.

�He finally recognized
it as Dumbledore and shot back with: Don�t
you recognize a privacy spell when you blunder on past it, old man? Leave me be
� I said I�d be down in the morning and I mean it! You�re invading our privacy, so get the bloody hell out of my head and back to your own where
you belong!� Silence reigned in his skull
and he flopped back against the pillows to deal with getting his blood pressure
back under control.� Young man, indeed.� Between the stresses of Azkaban, falling in
love for the first time, and having to shake his bum at complete strangers
whilst wearing fishnets and stilettos, Lucius had suffered quite enough heart
palpitations to last a lifetime.� Sneaky old bastard, why isn�t he chasing
after McGona-

Watch it.

He flailed in the blankets as Dumbledore once again
succeeded in scaring the shite out of him. GO
AWAY!!!! He roared, shaking a fist in the general direction of the
stairs.� Why the decrepit fool didn�t go
off to find his equally-as-worthless, goat-molesting brother Aberforth and
just�

That was never proven in a court of law.

I�ll tell you what, old man.�
In the morning, we�ll flip through the ads in The Daily Prophet together and find you a new job.� Then I�ll come along and get you sacked from that one, too!�
Lucius punched his pillow and hurled himself onto it, yanking the
covers up to his chin and prepared for sleep.

You�re an exceptionally angry young man, Lucius.

Lucius glared at the doorway.� You�re
about to find out how much, Albus.� Now
leave me alone.� You�re disturbing
Hermione.� He waited for a smart
rejoinder, but it seemed the Headmaster had finally given up so he sighed in
relief and pressed closer to his sleeping lover.� In the morning he woke to find himself alone
in the bed and bolted upright to look around for her, relaxing when he heard
the shower running in the lavatory � for a moment, he had thought� Lucius
rolled from the bed and pointed his wand at it so that the bedclothes arranged
themselves neatly before slipping past Hermione into the shower cubicle as she
was leaving it.� �You didn�t use all the
hot water again, did you?�

�And a very good morning to you, Sunshine,� she said sarcastically.� �I think you�ll find that there�s just enough
hot water left to wash your golden locks with.�
What niffler tried to get at the golden spoon up your arse this
morning?�

He stuck his head back out of the enclosure to narrow his
eyes at her.� �I�ll have you know that
it�s made of silver; no parent in their right mind actually gives gold to an
infant.� Lucius ignored her snort of laughter and flicked water at her when she
attempted to get back in the shower with him to check.� �My first day at the club is tonight � do you
have that calendar? I didn�t see it before we left.�

Hermione held out his towel as he stepped from the shower
and began to dry himself quickly.� �I can
look,� she offered.� �If you ask nicely
enough, that is.�� She squealed and ran
back into the bedroom when he rolled his towel up with a flick of his wrists
and snapped it at her threateningly.

�Lu, I can�t find it � would you help me search?� came her
plaintive call as he cleaned his teeth and shaved. How could she have lost it? He wondered, going to help her as soon
as he had tied his hair back and shifted back to �Lucy.�� She has
her every move planned for weeks in advance, even down to loo breaks. Hermione
directed him towards a small pile of boxes that had come from her flat and
turned to tackle another stack as he began to dig into a rather large box.�

The first box only yielded Muggle photos, some papers that
looked to be her old school work and outdated copies of CosmoWitch magazine that had rather interesting cover stories �
he�d have to ask her exactly what the 101 ways to please her wizard were � so
he placed that box aside and dug into another one.� �I don�t see it so far�hang on, I think I see
it.�� He pulled out a smaller box from it
so that he could reach what looked like the sought-after calendar, and the top
came off of it as he moved it to the floor�what on God�s green earth was all of
this?�
Well, he knew exactly what all of that
was�but why did a witch like Hermione
have things like this?� Lucius glanced
over his shoulder at her; she was busily sorting through a pile of novellas, so
he returned his attention to the contents of the box.� He counted no less than three different
vibrators, an array of condoms, clamps, silken as well as furred restraints,
pleasure rings, and blindfolds as well as candles.� They were even color-coordinated, for
Merlin�s sake!� And beneath all that were
the videos.�

�Did you find it? Blast it, I still can�t see why we had to
move,� Hermione groused.

There was absolutely no way to keep the laughter out of his
voice.� �No, I haven�t found the calendar yet�� Her attention was captured immediately and
she came over.

�Well, what did you - .oh.� That isn�t mine,� she claimed swiftly as she
noticed the open box and his amused expression.�
�Don�t laugh � it�s not!�

Lucius mastered his expression with a Herculean effort.� �Of course not, love.� Just like these videos aren�t yours
either�but for some reason, they�ve listed your name on the order form. Who
would think that you would be interested in �Men Who Work It Alone, vol. 4� and
�A Beautiful Thing: The Love of Two Men�?� he wondered innocently.

Hermione�s cheeks were a shade of pink most often seen in
the sky at sunrise. ��I have no idea, but
you know? I had set the box aside to send back but somehow it just got mixed up
with the others!�

He shook his head sadly.�
�And to think, they couldn�t even send you new copies � these have been opened already.�� Lucius watched as she turned an even brighter
shade of red, stammered something, and then sank down onto the bed with her
hands over her face.� �Oh, love � don�t
be embarrassed� I�m sorry; I couldn�t resist having some fun with you over it.,�
he said softly when he realized how truly ashamed she was.

�It�s so embarrassing,�
she wailed, hurling herself onto the bed and hiding her face from him.

She resisted all of his efforts to roll her to face him, so
he simply climbed astride her and placed his lips near her ear.� �Hermione, love, it�s nothing to be ashamed
of.� I�ve seen a lot worse in my day,
believe me.� Give us a smile, come on��

�You�re not�disgusted or disappointed?� she asked, her voice
muffled by the coverlet.

He finally succeeded in flipping her onto her side.� �Not in the least.� Actually, it�s a bit of a relief that you�d
like to perhaps try things that some witches wouldn�t usually want to explore.�

�Like�what?�

�Well, haven�t you ever been buggered before?�� Her blushes, he thought, were priceless.�

�No�it looks like it could hurt,� she replied timidly.

He tossed his hair back in a gesture of nonchalance.� �Only if your partner is a complete and utter
git who doesn�t know what he or she is doing; it can actually be quite�well,
fantastic is too dull a term for it if it�s done properly.� Lucius ran his hand
over her side lightly as he looked in her eyes, thinking about how good it
would feel if she were to allow him free reign over her body.� And if she were to feel free to touch him, well��

Hermione licked her lips nervously, and he could see her
react to the heat in his eyes.� �What do
you mean, he or she? Have you
ever?�� Before he stopped to scruple at
his actions, he was inside her mind immediately and seeking out her fantasies
about it; some of them were quite surprising and not a little bit gratifying.
Yes, he could work with her on this.� There�s an easy way to this, I think� He
placed two of his fingers at her temple and deliberately thought of a specific
past encounter with a partner that he was certain she�d find interesting.� The sight, sound, and feel of the act flooded
from his mind into hers and he could feel her begin to tremble as she
experienced the memory first-hand.� When
the recollection ended, he lifted his fingers from her skin and she clung to
him, gasping in arousal.� �Oh�oh my
God.� That was�that was�oh,� she said
weakly.� When she finally gathered her
wits, he helped her sit up.�

�So, does that seem as if it could be something you would
like to try?� he asked softly.

�Are you fucking kidding me, Lucius Malfoy? That was the
hottest thing I�ve ever seen in my life,� she said shakily.� �If we didn�t have to go down and face being
castigated by the entire Order about being lesbian lovers, I�d gladly slap up a
silencing spell and let you go to town right here.�� He roared with laughter at her response and
pulled her to her feet.� �But I still
can�t believe you actually�you know�with
you know who.�

Lucius affected a prim expression and placed a hand on his
chest.� �I�ll have you know that I have never allowed my backside to come
anywhere near Tom Riddle � get down
those stairs!�� He took her hand as they
both walked down to the kitchen where their appearance was greeted with a good
deal of throat-clearings and elbows in the ribs.� The younger wizards all nudged each other and
Lucius, suppressed a sigh when the Weasley twins grinned at him, their hopes of
a foursome written all over their faces.�

Sweet Merlin, what would it take to get these hormonally imbalanced idiots off of his
back?� Their mother bustled up to him as
he sank into a chair beside his witch.�
�Good morning, luv � here�s your breakfast,� she cooed.� He even got a pat on the head for some
reason, and Hermione received the same treatment.� They exchanged puzzled glances (which made
Molly sigh and clasp her hands together) that turned to pleased smiles when
Molly sent the twins from the room and cuffed two more of her progeny � he was
never sure who was who; they all looked alike � for staring before she sent
them to another room as well with a comment about �disturbing the girls.�� You�ve a message, Lucy dear,� she said as
she beamed fatuously at him, handing him an envelope.� �Something about work � what was it that Albus is having you lovebirds doing? He
didn�t tell anyone.�

Lovebirds? He eyed
his partner and they each looked away from each other to keep from laughing
aloud.� Dumbledore appeared and sat down
as Hermione leaned over to hook a loose strand of hair over his ear
affectionately under the guise of stealing food from his plate.

�Ah, this looks excellent, Molly,� Dumbledore praised the
Weasley matriarch, with one eye on Lucius and Hermione.

Lucius looked up and couldn�t stop the smirk from spreading
across his features.� �I think there�s
even some goat�s milk�Albus,� he said
as sweetly as he could.

�Is there really?� the infuriating old man asked, going for
a nearby pitcher of juice.� �It tastes
remarkably like pumpkin juice.�

�One of these days, Dumbledore�� Hermione poked him in the
ribs for this and he subsided after shoving back against her in return and
almost knocking her out of her chair.�
Dumbledore simply peered down at his nose over those ridiculous
spectacles and surveyed him calmly.� If
Lucius never saw another twinkle, it would be too soon.� �Stop twinkling at me,� he ordered.� Finishing his breakfast, he opened the
envelope containing his employment instructions and noted that while his first
day at the club was indeed tonight � what kind of name was The Swan Pond? � He
wasn�t expected to perform, only to learn waitressing.� Waitressing?� Purebloods didn�t serve anyone.� No, they only get turned to women and
blackmailed into shaking their bums for strangers, Lucius.� Fuck!�
Well, he�d resolved that if he were to do this (only because he had to,
mind) he would do it on his own terms�he scanned the instructions once more,
leaning over automatically when Hermione kissed his cheek and informed him that
she would be the one to talk to her former Headmaster. �Have fun,� he replied
absently.

The day passed so slowly that he kept checking the time and
dreading the moment �Lucy� would have to start getting ready; that he wasn�t
looking forward to this was an extreme understatement, and the one person who
would have made him feel better about the entire situation was�somewhere.� She�d disappeared with Dumbledore during
breakfast and hadn�t yet returned in midday � where was she?� Even a second foray
into that interesting little box of hers hadn�t helped, and merely thinking
about the things they could get up to made him feel even more agitated.� Lucius wandered over to the door, opened it
to look out into Muggle London, then shut it and began to pace up and down the
hall.

�You should be ashamed of yourself,� came a low hiss behind
a pair of tattered curtains.

�It�s always nice to see you as well, Mrs. Black,� he
replied sarcastically.

�If Narcissa could see you now-�

�Were I you, I�d be more concerned with a bottle of
turpentine seeing you now,� Lucius
countered.� He walked on, aware that it
was finally nearing his time to leave and looked about one last time for
Hermione, disgruntled that she hadn�t put in an appearance to even wish him
luck on his first day.� He firmly
repressed the realization that he had become so accustomed to her continued
presence, the real reason for his disquiet simply came from her absence and he
was acting like a sulky boy denied a treat.�
Well, he�d see her soon enough.

He changed into the required waitress uniform, grimacing
when he caught sight of himself in the mirror.�
Perhaps I can just Apparate to
Malfoy Manor and hide there until something is done about Voldemort by someone
else, he thought desperately�at the
very least, he would change clubs immediately if this was the sort of thing that he was expected to wear on a
regular basis.� After he had gathered the
accessories to the most ridiculous outfit he�d ever seen, he quickly turned to
put one of his long cloaks over the whole degrading getup and came face to face
with Severus who looked as if he had been Sorted all over again.� Lucius jerked the cloak up in front of him
defensively.� �Not one word.�

�But, Lucius��

�Don�t say it.�

�But you look just like��

�Go away.�

�I�m escorting you there, remember?� Severus said coolly,
folding his arms across his chest.

�I don�t need-�

�But before we go, perhaps you can dust my room and make the
bed?�

Lucius swung his cloak about his shoulders, fastening it
tightly in front so no other observers would see that he was wearing a French
Maid�s outfit.� �Do you know one benefit
of taking yoga classes, Severus?� he asked calmly.� �I�ll tell you. It means I can kick you in
the face.� So shut the fuck up, yes?� I�m going to be late.�

Severus raised an eyebrow.�
�Well, if you can kick that high�are you wearing any knickers?�

Lucius gave him the fingers.

When they had arrived at The Swan Pond (�looks more like the
Swan Dive,� he muttered) Severus
wandered off to take in the sights while Lucius was introduced to his new
boss.� The man was a fat Muggle who, if
Lucius had ever seen Vernon Dursley, he would have been struck by the
resemblance.� The fat man introduced
himself as Ernest Vermillion and Lucius was hard put not to hex him as
Vermillion�s piggy eyes looked him up and down appreciatively.� �Lookin� fab, sweetness,� he leered, making
Lucius sway back away from the blast of onion-and-carrion breath that wafted
from the man�s mouth.� �In fact, if ye
weren�t one�a my birds Ah�d test ye out right �ere.�

Good heavens.� Was this what he would have to put up
with?� Making a fervent promise to himself
to look for another club the very next day, Lucius attempted to mind his
manners.� At least he would get some
amount of practice in at a club, however seedy and mismanaged. �You, sir, are a
devil,� he gritted, turning away to roll his eyes.

�Well, ye know whut they say �bout devils, ey?�

I�m almost afraid to
ask.� �No, what do they say?�

He instantly regretted having asked when one of Vermillion�s
beefy hands clapped itself on Lucius� backside with a resounding slap.� �Th� devil take th� hindmost,� the man
roared, squeezing.�

Lucius stood stock-still in shock for a few seconds before
he plunged his hand in the bodice of the uniform and brought out his wand,
whirling on the man.� �AVADA-�

Severus appeared from out of nowhere to grab his arm, interrupting
the spell.� �No, Lucius.�

�Get out of my way,� he seethed, lunging at the surprised
club owner again � again, Severus was there to block him.

�I�ll take you back now.�
Obliviate!�� This last was directed at Vermillion, who
instantly assumed a confused expression.�
�Lucius? Will I have to stun you?�

Lucius pulled himself from his friend�s grip.� �I�m fine.�
Let�s just leave.�� As soon as
Severus turned slightly, he darted underneath the other man�s arm and swung as
hard as he could at Vermillion.� Just
before his fist connected with the bastard�s chin, he felt a strange feeling
pass through his arm � when his fist connected, the fat man was thrown
backwards as if Lucius in his male form had struck him with all of his might.� Satisfaction lasted mere moments before he
felt the urge to do it again. And again and again.� He leapt forward once more and Severus caught
him about the waist, pulling him out of the door.� �Let me at him, Severus,� he yelled, still
struggling.�

The other dancers and waitresses were staring openly by this
time, and when his friend hauled him out of the club�s entrance and into a
nearby darkened store step, the last thing he heard was �Stupefy.�

tbc�

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A/N: The section preceding the ass-grab (Devil take the
hindmost) was borrowed from the book Peter
and the Starcatchers by Dave Barry and Ridley
Pearson � when I saw that phrase I just had to use it. :)
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