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A love like Tinted Glass	By : tobiasrosetta Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 35128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Hey guys. So, this was another long hiatus for me. My personal life got crazy, and quick. Things have evened out, and I can finally pay my fanfictions their due respect. If you'd stuck around with me faithfully, thank you so much. If this is your first time reading, then welcome, and I hope you enjoy!))

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Chapter 13 :Where's the Love?

It was only lunchtime, and already Hermione was sweating bullets about her 'meeting' with Lucius that evening. She could hardly chew, she was so anxious. So instead she poked her stew around it's bowl and sighed, constantly fidgeting, until Harry looked straight at her.

“Hermione. Did you suddenly learn how to scry out of your broth?” He asked. Looking up at the Boy Who Lived with a confused expression, she cocked her head.

“No, you know I'm rubbish at divination.” She replied, leaning up a little. He finally smirked.

“Then why are you staring into your lunch, and acting like you're watching some uncomfortable vision of the future?” He asked. Blushing a little, Hermione gave him a wry smile, and shook her head.

“It's nothing really...” She said softly. Across the table from her, Ron looked up, slurping out the last dredges of broth from his own bowl.

“Oh come on now 'Mione. Even I can tell something bugging you, and you're always telling me how oblivious I am to things like that.” He replied. The head girl couldn't help but laugh a little at that.

“I say that, because you are.” She pointed out, before heaving another sigh. “I'm just worried about a couple classes.” Ron looked completely incredulous.

“You? Worried about a class? What's that mean, you might not get perfect marks for once? You'll always pass anyway, you know that right?” He delivered, breaking up a hunk of bread.

Harry wasn't as convinced.

“This wouldn't have anything to do with a particular Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher giving you detention, would it?” He asked. A couple of their classmates looked over in surprise.

“Detention? Blimey, 'Mione! Whaddya do?” Rolling her eyes, the brunette witch shook her head.

“It's not detention... per se.... Professor Malfoy just asked to see me in his office this evening.” She tried to be nonchalant about it, but Harry wore that worried expression that he always had when he suspected something. Ron just looked a bit upset in general.

“He didn't say what about? Maybe I should pull out the invisibility cloak and-”

“No!” Hermione interrupted, grabbing Harry's arm. She did NOT want he or Ron knowing the content of the conversation she was going to have with Lucius. Realizing that her reaction was a bit out of place, she flinched and pulled back from Harry, smoothing her hair a bit. “I mean... No, Harry. It's not really worth risking the cloak being discovered. It's probably about the length of my last essay that I turned in. I was 2 feet over the maximum requirement.” She was hastily gathering her things, and rising from the table. She needed to go, before Harry asked more questions and saw through her excuses. She always forgot how well he really knew her. It was hard to keep anything from Harry....

She was the one oblivious this time, as she walked out of the Great Hall, quickly. Oblivious to the two pairs of steely grey-blue eyes watching her leave.

~*~

6 pm rolled around much to quickly for Hermiones tastes. An hour before dinner, she knew she couldn't miss it, and then try to say later that she was ill. However nauseous she felt. 5:57 found her outside the office door withing the DADA classroom, smoothing her vest, and her skirt, before she knocked lightly on the door. No more than twice had her hand tapped the wood before it swung open, Lucius looking at her expectantly.

“Punctual. Good. Come in, Miss Granger.” He said, stepping aside and holding the door open wider for her. But not so wide that she wouldn't brush against him walking inside. She cringed inwardly as her arm brushed against his chest, before hurrying over to a chair, and sitting down. Her fingers were white knuckled, as she gripped the hem of her skirt.

“P-Professor Malfoy...” She started, but realized she had no clue what to say, or what this whole thing was about. So she didn't continue. Lucius just smirked, and closed the door behind him, walking over to lean on the edge of his desk, right in front of the young witch.

“Hermione Granger. It seems there is a situation between us which must be... discussed. Will you object to me placing a silencing charm on the room? I doubt you want any of this getting out almost as much as me.” He suggested. Gritting her teeth, she nodded her agreement. “Good. I'm glad we're on somewhat of a similar page.” And with a flourish of his wand, the charm was cast.

“What are you going to do to me?” She blurted out, her eyes widening a little when she realized what she'd said. But they only narrowed again when Lucius began laughing at her outburst, looking up at the pureblood.

“To you? My dear girl, I'm not going to do anything to you, except talk. I realize our last... intimate encounter was far too intimate, and I feel it has come to the point where I can no longer disclude you from the truth.” She relaxed a little upon hearing this, leaning back in her chair. Though tension remained in her shoulders in legs, ready to bolt if she needed to. The elder of the two sighed a bit, shaking his head. One hand rose to stroke his strong chin for a few moments. “Firstly... I'd like to hear you theories. I'm sure a witch of your caliber and renown has at least one.”

“At least? Professor Malfoy, I have hundreds of theories. Some simple, some complex, but only one that you've personally guided me towards. Your last assignment, yes? On Lunar-Synchronized Creatures.” Lucius' eyebrows rose, indicating to Hermione that she'd surprised him a little by narrowing it down so accurately, so quickly. He nodded to her a bit.

Taking a deep inhale through her nose, Hermione crossed her legs, left over right, and tugged on one of her curls, frowning.

“When I considered all of Draco's... Odd behaviors, his new characteristics... and considered them in relation to your lesson, I realized that Draco's suffering the effects of a change from an infectious Lunar-Synchronized creature. And when you look at the cycles he seems to be going through, his changes most obvious towards the new moon instead of a full, it's not much farther from there that I can only conclude he's been infected by a Ccubi.”

Indeed, Lucius was impressed. He was finding himself in constant awe of not only this witches knowledge, but her ability to use it. “Clever, Miss Granger. A very educated and thorough deduction. And a correct one, at that.” He replied at last, sighing a bit as he raised his hand to massage the bridge of his nose. “As you can well assume, it has been... difficult for Draco to adjust. From my research, I've found nothing that gives me a definite guideline of what to expect, how I can help him. He was infected this summer, as I'm sure you've figured out already as well. I don't believe his change is complete, and as the Ccubi infection is completely unlike any other Dark Creature Contagion, it's hard to predict his actions. I've figured out a way to control him, but as you witnessed, it's not exactly fool proof.”

Hermione was glad to finally have the closure of knowing she was right. But it didn't make her feel any better.

“Professor... I can't help but wonder why you allowed Draco to return to school this year, knowing how... dangerous he is.” She was trying to phrase her words tactfully. Lucius' expression became pinched and wry.

“What else was I to do, Miss Granger? Pray tell, would you have kept your son locked up in your home, treat him like an animal? I don't think you would. This arrangement is fully known, and approved of by your precious headmaster. I assured Dumbledore I would personally contain Draco during his times of... Heat, and in exchange, I would teach for him, in this rather famously cursed position..” Properly chastised, Hermione knew she would have probably done the same as Lucius. She hadn't taken into account how hard this must be on the pureblood man. She wasn't about to ask how he managed to have sex with his own son. She'd seen how Draco had been at the height of his lunar cycle. The most righteous man wouldn't have been able to refuse the Incubi effect he had on people.

“Professor... I won't tell anyone about Draco's... predicament... But I can't go on living in fear in my own dorms. I also can't, in good conscience, allow him to roam the school if there's a possibility he may attack another student.” Hermione broke into the silence at last. Lucius nodded his understanding. He rose from where he leaned against the desk, and walked to the mantle of the fireplace behind his desk.

“I realize this. Which is why I have a proposal for you, on Draco's behalf.” Immediately, her heart dropped into her stomach. She had a feeling...

“You want me to give myself up to Draco every new moon.” She said in a deadpanned tone. “You do realize he hates me, and I dislike him quite a bit as well.”

Laughing bitterly, Lucius looked over his shoulder at the witch. “And my wife has an annual game of trying to poison me at Christmas. I think you remember quite well that when Draco is at the height of his Heat, he is a different person completely. And even you, as prude as you are, enjoyed what he did to you. Sex requires little more than flesh and pheromone. Of course, I'm not insisting upon this matter. I simply wished to propose to you this solution, a means to an end.” The head girl was less than pleased by the sense that Lucius made. And yet...

“As I recall, Malfoy, you know very well that I'm a virgin. I wasn't exactly prepared to throw that aside for such things like becoming a sex toy for an Incubus. Let alone an Incubus who's tortured me consistently for the last 6 years.” Lowering his gaze to her bare knees, Lucius felt a surge of arousal swell over him. God, he loved virgins... And a feisty one at that.

“I will remind you, gently, Miss Granger, that you are still a virgin right now, because of me. Were it not for me, you would have been robbed of that last night.” His voice chilled Hermione, and she anxiously tried to tug her skirt down, to obscure his line of sight. “That being said, you now have 3 and a half weeks to find someone to give your... gift... to. That is, unless you want to risk Draco usurping it for himself. You might be surprised to know that any male in this school who's preferences are even remotely heterosexual would give anything to lay with an attractive girl such as yourself.”

“You included?” Hermione didn't know what possessed her to ask that, but she was starting to see she had an issue controlling her mouth around Lucius. She immediately regretted her question, as her professor leaned forward, large hands bracing on the arms of the chair she sat in. Though she tried to make herself small, his elegant face was inches in front of hers.

“Me included.” He whispered, his breath warm, and smelling of peppermint and firewhiskey. Her cheeks warmed at the comment. Honey eyes locked onto his cold orbs. Even one as innocent as herself could see the blatant lust in them.

“But I'm a muggleborn.” She said softly. He didn't flinch.

“You're a woman. A blooming woman, filled with raw hormones, and a possessing a succulent figure of which I have had the pleasure of viewing, and tasting, you'll remember. I am a man. My beliefs and morals aside, I would naturally have a desire to taste, and claim you. I would not brag about it to my....friends, but then, a real gentleman never fucks and tells.” Her heart was racing in her chest, a soft gasp drawn into her lungs when he reminded her that he had, indeed, helped to ravage her. A scene she'd desperately been trying to force from her mind since she'd woken that morning. She didn't want this. She didn't like it. He was her teacher. He was a Death Eater. He was a Malfoy.

And yet, she was aroused beyond belief. Her head swam with her want. She was wet between the legs. And convinced that this beast of a man could smell it, by the glint in his eyes.

“...Are you sure you're not the Incubus?' She breathed out, trying to sound normal. And failing, her voice breaking as she spoke. Lucius laughed again. This time it was a mirthless sound. His nose was touching hers now.
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