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A/N:� Sorry about the
lapse in updating�RL is intruding once more into my fun (and I don�t mean Remus
Lupin)

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It took the better part of five hours of patient argument as
well as thirty minutes of strident screaming before Hermione had succeeded in
her quest to get her former Headmaster to stop his numerous objections about
her relationship with Lucius Malfoy.� Why
ever single person in the Order tried to manage every stage of her life and
refuse to accept that she was an adult, she would never understand.� Granted, her wizard of choice didn�t exactly
have the best of reputations�but he loved her and she loved him. If anyone had
different thoughts about that, they were welcome to them � she knew the truth
and was secure in the knowledge that one of the most formidable Death Eaters
the Wizarding world had ever known was firmly wrapped around her finger.� Maybe not firmly
wrapped�he was awfully sneaky.� And
conniving.� And�well. He�d better just count
himself lucky that she was on his side.

Hermione was more than a bit put out at missing him � she
had intended to see him off to his first day at �work,� but he was gone by the
time she finally emerged from her �meeting� with Dumbledore.� Unaccountably disappointed that Lucius hadn�t
wanted to tell her goodbye, she wandered up to the door in an unconscious echo
of her lover.� �Mudblood slime, no good trollop��

�And a good evening to you,
Mrs. Black.�� The curtains flew back to
reveal the old woman glaring at her.�
�Careful � if you make that face too often, your face�ll freeze like
that�oh wait � it already has.�

The awful woman pointed a bony painted finger at her.� �It�s bad enough that filth such as yourself
is in my house to begin with, but it
is beyond intolerable that you�ve dragged young Lucius down into the gutter
with you.�

Hermione turned to fully face the portrait, the devilment
rising within her as she crossed her arms.�
�And it must really burn your
canvas that he loves it there.� He says
that he�s never had� she glanced around to make sure no one else was within
earshot �pussy this good before � the oh-so-pure Black sister he married was so dried up and frigid that it nearly
made him vomit to touch her.� Me,
however�� she trailed off meaningfully and fought not to laugh at Mrs. Black�s
horrified expression � just when the other woman began to gather herself to
speak once more, Hermione kept going.�
�You know? I think it�s the simple fact that I am tainted, as you say, that keeps him coming back for more. You
should hear him when he approaches climax, you really should � he�s really
quite vocal, you know�with those moans, grunts, and cries of pleasure that I�m
the cause of.� Are all purebloods like
that, I wonder? I can make him scream my name until his throat is raw from it,
and even then he still can�t get enough.�
More than once I�ve woken from a sound sleep to feel him fuck-�

�STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!� Mrs. Black howled, her hands
clapped over her ears.� She was
positively gibbering when Hermione finished describing her lover�s nude body in
pornographic detail.� When she was sure
the old crone had had more than enough and was curled up into the fetal
position, Hermione left to find something to read.�

She passed through the den on her way to select a book from
the library, and did a double-take when she noticed the coils of black smoke
begin to emerge from the fireplace � Death Eater Apparation.� The smoke resolved into Severus Snape, who
held a bundle of black and white ruffles in his arms � upon closer inspection,
she saw that it was Lucius�well, Lucy,
to be more exact.� �Lucius!� she gasped,
running to them as Snape put his unconscious burden down on the settee.� �What happened?� Did you do something to him?� she asked,
kneeling beside her lover worriedly.

�You�re welcome,� Snape said sarcastically.� Hermione blushed as she looked up at him,
remembering where she had last seen him, but determined to make sure Lucius
hadn�t been compromised.� �Why would you
think I had something to do with this?� he gestured at the unconscious and
rather rumpled-looking French Maid indignantly.

�Didn�t you?�

He shuffled his feet slightly.� �Well, yes � but that�s hardly the point,� he
protested.� �It was for his own good.�

Hermione placed her hands on her hips.� �As long as it wasn�t for your own good � now: what happened?�� Snape hurriedly explained what had happened
when she went for her wand.� �Well, I
suppose it is a good thing that you
stunned him, although he certainly won�t thank you for it when he wakes up �
help me get him up to our room, and I�ll stop him from coming after you,� she
bargained.

That job accomplished, she dismissed her former teacher when
Lucius started to wake, and she undressed her lover carefully � if he woke up
in the same outfit he had been wearing, he was bound to be a bit more than
volatile.� �I�m really going to have to
talk to you about wearing knickers,� she sighed � Lucius was so used to not
wearing them that he often forgot to do so when he changed forms.� He had, at least, stopped complaining about
having to wear a brassiere � Lucius had given her several earfuls about feeling
like a collared dog when first acclimating himself to wearing women�s clothing.

He stirred again as she sat beside him on the bed, and
opened his eyes.� Hermione smiled down at
him and stroked a wisp of hair from his forehead.� �Hi there.�

�Hermione? What�Severus!�
he snarled, sitting up abruptly before sinking back down to the pillows with a
hand at his temple.� �Bloody � he knows that spell gives me a headache,�
he complained angrily.

She reached out and tapped his forehead with her wand
lightly to remove the lingering aftereffects of the stunning spell, and he
sighed with relief.� �So, I take it you
had quite a time at that club,� she commented.�
�I saw your outfit.�

�Yes, well you can burn the bloody thing � you wouldn�t
believe what that excrescence did��

�Welcome to the world of women, love,� she said dryly.� �Snape told me something very interesting
about you, though � what exactly happened when you tried to murder that
sleaze?�

Lucius frowned, trying to remember.� �You know? I�m not too sure about that myself
� one moment I was going for the bastard, and the next I felt like myself, as if I could strike him and
have the strength of my normal self behind my actions.�� He cast about the room, and Summoned a glass
gazing ball.� �Let me try with this � why
is this in here, anyway? � and see if I can break it against the wall.�

Hermione sat back against the headboard while her lover rose
to his knees, the sheet slipping to reveal an interesting amount of skin.� He threw the glass ball against the farthest
wall as hard as he could and it bounced off with a dull thud, unharmed.� Summoning it back, he tried again and again
failed to break it. �After three more
unsuccessful tries, Lucius was becoming annoyed at his failure and Hermione
suggested that he picture Severus standing against the wall.� He hefted the sphere and glared at the
wallpaper, and threw it again � it shattered like a bomb against the wall.� �That�s interesting; it�s almost like the
trigger used to shift you back and forth between male and female,� she thought
aloud, waving her wand to repair the glass globe.� �Can you only feel power in your arm, or is
the rest of your body feeling the same current of masculine energy?�

�I can guarantee that a certain part of my body feels a
great deal of masculine energy at the moment,� he leered at her.

She swatted at his exposed hip.� �Be serious, Luce.� This is fascinating news.�� Lucius stretched and found his clothes,
brushing his hair and tying it back as she took notes on this new facet of his
transformation.� �Okay, here�s what we�ll
do�� she outlined her plan to train him in the use of his new talent and
ignored his sighs.�

�Where were you
earlier? I couldn�t find you,� he complained.�
He was soon laughing at her set down of Dumbledore and asking for more
details.� �Man always thinks he has the
right to meddle with everyone�s affairs.�

Hermione raised an eyebrow.�
�You mean, like you do?�

�Precisely.� He should
have sense enough to leave the manipulation to someone who has been born and
bred to it,� Lucius announced.

�You are such a pompous ass!�

�You love my pompous ass,� he countered with a toss of his
hair and a smile. And Merlin help her, she could never resist that smile � and
Lucius knew it.� Insufferable man.� �We�ll need to find a place to work that�s
halfway decent,� he continued.� �It�s all
well and good to get practice in a Muggle
establishment, but if we�re to glean information from Death Eaters, they�re
hardly the type to frequent those sorts of places.�

Hermione opened her notebook again and positioned her quill
over a blank page, glaring when he rolled his eyes as he noticed what she was
doing.� �I take it you�ve some�establishments�in mind from your
carefree playboy days?�

�I�d love to see how �carefree� you would be if you had to constantly worry about STDs �it was a joke, put the wand down � and yes, I
have some ideas about appropriate clubs.�
Since I was such a carefree
playboy and slept with everything that moved�where did you get that
ridiculous idea? I�ll have you know that I am perfectly able to go without topping everything in sight, thank you
very much.�� He folded his arms and
raised his chin, looking down his nose at her disapprovingly.

She bullied him into practicing until he was able to, as she
put it, �throw� his weight into any of his limbs at will.� When he had completely mastered the process,
it was well past midnight and their room was in such a state of disarray that
they both decided to spend the night at Malfoy Manor instead of wading through
the wreckage to the bed and risking injury if one of them woke during what
remained of the night.

Hermione woke much earlier than she would have liked and extracted
herself from beneath Lucius� arm to use the loo and when she had washed her
face and tiptoed back to find her wizard still fast asleep, she slipped out of
the door to look around.� Wrapping a warm
cloak about her body, she padded down two floors and stood in the large hall to
look at the set of stairs that she had forbidden to ascend.� �I shouldn�t be doing this,� she told
herself.� �Lucius wouldn�t like it.�� Taking a deep breath, she began to climb.

The first thing she saw was a long hall curving off to the
right, and to the left was another hall with several doors and niches recessed
within the walls.� Hermione went to the
left and opened the first door she came to � inside was a large room, sparsely
furnished with only a large table and two high backed chairs reminiscent of
thrones.� As she stepped closer, a single
plate appeared on the side closest to her.�
Probably where Narcissa ate � but
there are two chairs�did Lucius eat here with her?� No, that wasn�t possible; after all, he�d
told her that he detested his ex-wife.�
He certainly wouldn�t eat with someone he hated. She left the room to
explore the others, and she found a large bedroom that could only belong to
Draco since it was full of old schoolbooks that looked as if they had never
even been opened, and various other things such as Dung Bombs, an older model Nimbus, and a pile of well-read Playwizard magazines. She didn�t even want to think about what could have caused the
stains on the cover of the top magazine.�
She discovered Narcissa�s rooms at the end of the hall � they were
elegantly furnished in black and silver, with an air of long disuse to
them.�

She returned to the landing and took the other hall � and
was startled to hear voices.� Walking faster, she soon found out that, where
Lucius had apparently exiled his wife and son, he had exiled all of the family
portraits as well.� They lined the hall
as far as she could see, and a hush fell over the lot of them as she came into
view.� �And who are you?� a haughty-looking young man asked.� �You�re no Malfoy��

A gasp from another portrait made her turn, and she was
faced with a sharp-featured woman who she felt that she should recognize.� Who was she? As Hermione wracked her brain
for an answer, the portrait gave it to her.�
�Of all the nerve � first you come into my house, and now you are in his ancestral home!� Have you no shame, Mudblood?� the woman shrieked�at the sound of the voice that
had been on her nerves the instant she�d first walked into Grimmauld Place, she
recognized a younger portrait of Mrs. Black.

�What are you
doing here?� she countered.� �Surely this
gallery should only be for family members, and you were only related by that
sham of a marriage.�

�Malfoys on the left, in-laws to the right,� another voice
behind her stated, and she whirled to see a handsome white-haired man leaning
on his frame and regarding her interestedly through brilliant blue eyes that
were an exact match of Lucius�.� �But
Lucius should have told you that already, if he meant for you to be here in the
first place,� he said, arching an eyebrow.�

She blushed and instinctively looked behind her to make sure
Lucius wasn�t breathing down her neck.�

�So you�re a Mudblood, are you?� You don�t look
like one,� he continued as she turned back to him.� �Much too pretty.� A dazzling smile took the
sting from his words.

For some reason, she couldn�t find it within herself to take
offense at the slur � after all, he hadn�t really used it like one.� �Lots of
people don�t look like what they are labeled�� she looked below the frame for
the gold plate with the man�s name inscribed �Constantine.�

The other portraits had fallen silent and were leaning
forward to eavesdrop.� �Touch�, luv.� So, what brings a beautiful mislabeled young
witch such as yourself to a place like this?� he flirted.

�I was invited by Lucius, actually�� the other portraits
flared up at this and began to talk to each other loudly, discussing her as if
she weren�t currently there among them � some of what she heard made the blood
rush to her face in anger and embarrassment, and she itched for her wand.� If she had only brought it, she would teach
them a lesson�

�Take it easy,� Constantine
advised her.� �They�re just jealous that someone in this godforsaken place is
getting laid.� He is, and by
you�.correct?�

�Now, why should I tell you that? I don�t even know you,
Constantine.�

�We know each other enough to be on a first name basis,
apparently,� he pointed out.

Hermione blushed again.�
�Oh, I�m sorry � my name is Hermione, Hermione Granger.�

�Well, Hermione Hermione Granger, I am pleased to make your
acquaintance.�� He gave her an elegant
salaam and another smile.� �If I�d known
little brother would cage a bird half as sweet as you, perhaps I would have
stuck around.�

�You�re his brother?
But, how old are you?� she questioned.

Constantine
stared at her and folded his arms across his black-robed chest.� �Are all Muggles as rude as you? You don�t
see me asking your knicker size�� Yes,
we�re brothers.� How old I am is none of
anyone�s business save my own, and in answer to your next question, it is also
no one�s business if I am alive or dead. But it�s been a long while since I�ve
been in the company of such a lovely witch, so I�ll forgive you this once,� he
said loftily.

�If you don�t mind me saying so, you�re a lot different than
the other Malfoys here��

He looked down the hall � the curve was such that he could
view the other portraits without straining to see them � and back at her.� �I get that a lot�well, not a lot, since I hardly see anyone up
here.� I see that dear old Cissy is
goggling at you from over there � Oi!
Still wishing you�d had a crack at me, you stupid bint?� he roared down the
hall at Narcissa�s portrait, who looked absolutely scandalized.� The blue eyes returned to regard her
seriously, and she tried to keep from laughing at the involuntary titters
coming from the Malfoy side of the gallery. Yes, this man was definitely
related to Lucius.� Hermione stayed to
talk with him for a while longer, and they were just touching on the subject of
the Malfoy penchant for Roman names for the males when Lucius came around the
corner.� ��it�s something to do with that
�S� that ends almost all of our names � I personally believe that someone,
somewhere simply wanted to make it hard to use the proper possessive articles.� And don�t get me started on the nicknames at Hogwarts!� Lucius only had to put up with �Lucy� for the
first few days until he proved himself, but if you�ve a name like �Constantine�, how do you
suppose it�s shortened? �Connie,�� which
is shortly changed into another word much less palatable when the �O� is
replaced with a �U� � when I think of the times I�ve been addressed by a synonym
for a woman�s private parts�.�

�Hermione.�� Lucius� voice broke through her amusement and
she leaped up to face her lover, who looked a good deal less than thrilled to
find her in the one place he hadn�t wanted her to be.� �I believe I gave you strict instructions as
to where you were not to go � were they not outlined clearly enough?� And you,
what have you been telling her?�� This
last question was directed to the portrait, which looked back at him in
disapproval.

�I see what keeps you coming back to him,� he told Hermione.

�Be silent,�
Lucius hissed at him.� �Hermione, come
now.�� He held out a commanding hand and
she came to him unwillingly, angry that he was treating her in such a
manner.� His fingers closed about her arm
and he guided her from the hall and back down the stairs, the pressure from his
hand beginning to hurt her.

�Lucius, you�re hurting me,� she said softly.

He whirled on her.�
�And I should do a great deal more than that � how dare you trespass on my trust in such a manner? Do you have any
idea what you�ve done?� he snarled.

Hermione shrank away from the anger he radiated, suddenly
afraid in a way that she hadn�t been ever since she had first met him all those
years ago in Flourish & Blotts.� �I
just wanted to look,� she managed.

�You Gryffindors �
always so fucking curious! If I�d
thought for one minute you would even think about disobeying my express wishes,
I�d have laid wards on those stairs.� He came closer to her and she started
backing away.� �I trusted you, Hermione.�

�But there was nothing but family portraits,� she whispered.

Lucius uttered a cry of disbelief.� �Family�! You really have no idea of what
you�ve just done, do you? Are you truly that
stupid?� he turned away from her and sank down into a nearby chair, his
head in his hands.� What was going on?
Her eyes were filled with tears and she was near to panic when he finally
looked back up at her, dragging his fingers through his hair.� �Do you, by any chance, remember anything about Phineus Nigellus?�

Phineus Nigellus? �Well, he was a former Headmaster at
Hogwarts, and Harry told me that he had one portrait at Hogwarts and another at
Grimmauld Pl-
oh.� Oh,�
she gasped as the realization hit her.� She had just tipped the Order�s hand by
being in a hall full of portraits of Dark Wizards and Witches.�

�How long were you up there?� he asked dully.

�Only for ten minutes.�

�That was certainly long enough.�� Lucius looked up at her and drew up the
sleeve of his hastily donned robe � the mark on his left arm which had been
pale and smudged was now a vivid black; as she watched, the serpent writhed
within the skull�s mouth.� �It woke me
up�you�d best get your clothes and Floo back.�
Albus will want to know what�s happened.�

Hermione licked her lips nervously.� �What about you?�

Lucius stood and looked at her silently until she began to
shift her feet under his scrutiny.� �I
will be answering the call that you were kind enough to trigger, and attempt to
salvage the situation the best way I can.��

She held out a hand as he began to walk past her. �Lucius,
I�m-�

�You�re what? You�re sorry?� It�s a little late for that now, don�t you
think?� If you�ll excuse me, I have a
spot of torture to get to and I don�t want to be behind schedule.� He Apparated
away from her and she sank to her knees in the main hall, hearing the doors open
and close upstairs�when the sounds ceased as he left the Manor, she went slowly
up the stairs to get dressed and return to Order Headquarters.

tbc�

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