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A/N:� I have no idea what I�m going to do with this
muse of mine, I really don�t.� Please
forgive me for being such a horrid updater!

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Hermione sighed to herself when she opened her eyes to find
that Lucius had awakened first - she had been rather looking forward to dumping
some never-melting ice down in the blankets on his side of the bed.� A faint sound, quite different from the noise
the shower made, caught her attention and she sat up slowly.� What had it been?� She listened carefully and heard it again, so
slipped out of the bed in search of whatever it was.� It seemed to have been coming from the
general direction of her discarded clothes� Hermione stretched out a leg to
nudge the pile and gaped in astonishment when, out of the back pocket of the
trousers she had been wearing, a tiny portrait slipped out and fell face-down
on the carpet. What in the world?

Another nudge to it flipped it right side up, and she was
staring into the very annoyed face of Constantine Malfoy.� �About time you got me out of that pocket; the
amount of lint in there was absolutely staggering,� he informed her.� �And let�s not get into the amount of noise you two make during sexual congress�
I�ve heard quieter alley cat orgies. Though I must commend you on slapping the
ever-living shite out of my dear baby brother; I only wish I had been able to
witness it.�

�What are you
doing in my pockets?� She was finally able to ask after the initial shock had
worn off.

�Touching heaven, apparently�� Constantine eyed her appreciatively and she
suddenly realized that she was still nude.�
With a decidedly undignified squeak, she dropped a pillow over the
portrait and scrambled to dress before coming back to confront Lucius� elder
brother.� �Oh, that�s lovely � I often
dream of being in the midst of a pillow fight with nubile young women, but this
is distinctly unfair,� the muffled complaint rang out.�

She couldn�t help laughing as she picked the annoyed wizard
back up off the floor and propped his portrait up on the nearby dresser.� �I�ll ask again: What were you doing in
there?� I have a wand and I�m not shy on
using it,� she warned.� After he made a
few ribald comments as to nature of his own
wand and not being shy about using his either, he leaned against the frame in a
bored fashion and told her.� �I thought
Slytherins were born and bred not to give anything away?�

�What makes you so sure that I was Sorted into Slytherin
House?� he countered.

Hermione sat back on the corner of the bed and arched an
eyebrow at him.� �All Malfoys are in
Slytherin, Lucius told me himself.� And
you were on the proper side of the gallery.�
If you�re not in Slytherin, then what House��

�And if it walks like a Flemish Bangwaller and talks like a
Flemish Bangwaller�? Honestly, you Gryffindors and your assumptions.�

Flemish Bangwaller?�
�What�s a-�

�Something I made up just now.� The point is, it�s not important what House I
may or may not have been in.� Suffice it
to say that I am only in the gallery on the sufferance of my mother, who could
wield a mean Cruciatus Curse.�

Well, this was certainly interesting.� Not in Slytherin and out of favor with the Malfoy patriarch?� �Why wouldn�t you be in the portrait
gallery?� she asked, leaning forward for his reply.

He sighed and looked over at the lavatory door, which was
still closed.� �I had the bad taste to
have, as you might say, a Postman in my woodpile.��

Hermione goggled at the wizard, trying to wrap her mind
around the fact that a Malfoy had actually committed such a crime against their
vaunted genetics.� Lucius emerged from
the lavatory, frowning over at them.�
�I�d forgotten he was here � I�ll just take him back��

Constantine
smirked over at him.� �Well, I�ve already
heard her give you a beating�that was enormously entertaining, by the way.� You squealed like a stuck pig.��

Lucius snarled at him and was about to lunge for the
portrait with a nearby pair of scissors when Hermione simply removed it from
the dresser. �Send him back, please � we can discuss him later after I�ve had a
chance to tell you about our new place of employment.�� He grumbled, but withdrew his wand to rap it
against the portrait�s surface hard enough to draw a yelp from the other wizard
before he disappeared from the frame.� �I
had no idea that he was a Half Blood,� she said thoughtfully.

�Yes, well, everyone makes mistakes � our mother being a
prime example,� Lucius murmured.

�What was that?�

�What was what?� You
were supposed to be telling me about a new and exciting way to humiliate myself,�
he reminded her.

�Oh, yes.� I
was.�� Hermione gave him the details of
their new job in the same club, along with full profiles of the other dancers,
the blueprints of the building, and several pictures of the patrons who
frequented it.� She ignored his
expression when she showed him a pie chart of the days and times that Death
Eaters would be most likely to attend.�
�Have you found the right music for your routine? And don�t you dare say
�Britney Spears�, Lucius Malfoy.� I�m not
falling for that one again.�� He had
apparently settled for Nine Inch Nails, which didn�t overly surprise her - but
when he showed her the outfit he�d found, that certainly did.� �Oh, my goodness.� Is there any chance of getting a private
show?� she asked as he dressed and tied his hair back.

Lucius tilted his chin haughtily.� �You couldn�t possibly afford me.�

�Oh, couldn�t I?� she asked with an arch look upon her
face.� �That outfit practically screams
�Cheap And Easy.�� Hermione shrieked as
he launched himself at her, and ran from the room with him in hot pursuit.

�She darted down the
stairs and they both hurtled past the living area where Hermione vaguely
registered the startlement in the faces of the Order members present.� Her pursuer�s fingertips brushed her arm and
she ducked under his outstretched arm to run into the kitchen, where Molly
Weasley screamed and backed against the sink.�
Hermione didn�t spare the Weasley matriarch a second glance as Lucius
came after her and they circled around the table, feinting and lunging for the
advantage until Hermione broke away from him and ran into the library.� �I have you now, puling spawn of two
dentists,� he exulted as she backed against the small settee in the corner of
the room.�

Lucius advanced upon her menacingly, and she couldn�t help
but feel a small thrill shoot through her at the errant thought that came into
her mind concerning her lover dressed in Death Eater robes.� He leaped at her and she put up a token
struggle, flinging herself against the back of the settee so that it overturned
and they tumbled to the floor in a heap.�
�Oh, oh, help,� she cried
theatrically as Lucius settled himself astride her and slid his wand from the
sleeve of his black shirt � or tried to, anyway.� As soon as she saw his fingers close about
the handle, roughly six to seven wands were pointed at him.

�Move away from her, Malfoy,� Harry yelled angrily.

Oh, no.� In their mad dash from their rooms, they had
both forgotten that Lucius was in his male form.� She craned her head to look up at the Aurors
that encircled them � she couldn�t move without shifting Lucius, and as he had
several wands pointed at him and one pressed into his neck, that wasn�t a good
idea.� �Harry, calm down � Ron, you
too.� Someone get Professor Dumbledore,�
she called out.� She felt Lucius tense
angrily as the wand at his throat jabbed into him again, and placed a calming
hand on his thigh.� �And let us both up!� Honestly, it�s as if you�ve never seen
training before.�

�Training?� He�s a
Death Eater, Hermione��

Just then Dumbledore arrived and Hermione breathed a sigh of
relief as Lucius was finally allowed to move.�
It took some fast talking on her part and only the slightest bit of help
from Albus to convince them all that Lucius had joined their side and was
training Hermione and Lucy in self-defense.�
Her lover was still eyed with a hearty helping of dislike and suspicion,
but they managed to calm the others down enough to slip away to get themselves
ready for their performances later that night.

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Lucius had to admit that she had done a better job picking
their new workplace as they went to the changing rooms attended by a very
respectful young wizard who didn�t let his eyes wander.� The other dancers greeted them cordially
enough, and Hermione was surprised to see someone she hadn�t seen in a very
long while.� �Caridad,� she cried,
rushing towards the witch for an enthusiastic embrace.� She�d met the exchange student the summer
before her sixth year at Hogwarts, and had remained pen pals with the beautiful
Latina ever
since.� �You look wonderful � I had no
idea you were working here.�

Caridad shook her long dark hair from her face with a toss
of her head and smiled.� �Well, it�s a
long story�but what are you doing
here, chica?�

�It�s�. a long story,� Hermione replied ruefully, laughing
with her friend.� Then came the
introductions, and Lucius eyed the other witch interestedly before Caridad was
called away to begin her performance.�
�Bit of a coincidence, seeing her here,� she commented, telling him about
she had met the Cuban-born witch.� �But
now we should probably get ready for our dances�I think we�re paid to waitress
as well, but I�ll have to check with the club owner.�� Lucius helped her out of her clothes and into
her outfit, and then she perched on a stool in front of the large vanity to
apply her makeup while he got dressed.

She periodically glanced over to check his progress, nearly
dropping her kohl pencil when he finished pulling the clothing on and turned to
face her for her opinion.� �What, does it
look that bad?� he asked, looking down at himself.

Hermione wondered if the club manager would become very
upset if she decided to Apparate both of them right back to their bedroom in Grimmauld Place�� Lucy had never worn anything remotely like
this before; �she� was all in black, wearing opaque leggings that fit like a
second skin, heeled boots that reached up to �her� knees, and an extremely
abbreviated top that looked like only the grace of Merlin was keeping it
on.� �I wouldn�t say that, love�oh, my.�� It
really should have looked unspeakably trashy, but somehow Lucius was managing
to pull it off.� �Oh, my,� she said
again.

Lucius examined himself in the mirror.� �Do these boots make me look fat?� he teased
before studying her.� �You�ve forgotten
the oil, and would you mind�?�� He held
up the hairbrush questioningly, and she smiled as she reached for it.

�If you help me put it on, I�ll fix you up,� she bargained,
already knowing he would do it even without asking.� As always, he relaxed under her touch as she
began to work on his hair and she quickly braided several strands, mussing the
rest of it so it flowed down his back in an alluring tangle that neatly offset
the precision of his outfit.� Working quickly
and sternly ordering him to stay still while she applied cosmetics to his face
� there were still parts of having a feminine body that Lucius rebelled against
� she carefully lined his eyes with kohl and smudged until she set down the
pencil and scrutinized him closely.�
�There, you look practically irresistible,� she said in satisfaction.

�What d�you mean, practically?�

�Oh, you.�� She turned
to allow him to rub the oil over her back, and then had to jerk the bottle from
his hands as his fingers began to wander when it came time to apply it to her
front.� A knock on the door saved her
from smudging her makeup when he attempted to kiss her, and they were informed
that it was Lucius� turn to perform.�
�Don�t make too many of them fall in love with you; you�re mine,�
Hermione joked.

�You do know that
I�ll make more Galleons than you,� Lucius said arrogantly, arching an eyebrow
in challenge.�

�Oh, you think so,
do you?��

The challenge was made, and he grinned over his shoulder at
her as he opened the door.� Hermione
drifted out and into the shadows to watch as he made his way down to the stage
confidently, putting a swing in his step that instantly drew all eyes to him.� She watched, admiring his resolve to do his
best despite not having wanted to be in this position in the first place. �The music was certainly as intense as he was,
and she was amused at his requested prop � a plain metal chair - which was most
likely chosen because of his ongoing tease regarding a certain American pop
star.

Her mouth went dry as she watched the way he moved, a
seductive gyration that was the most erotic thing she�d ever seen.� Hermione�s attention was diverted when she
caught sight of a familiar face in the audience � it looked as if Snape had
made it to his friend�s debut after all� a chill went through her as she
realized that his companion was none other than Drosian Flemish, one of the
Death Eaters they had been sent to gather information on.� Another glance at the stage showed that
Lucius was aware of their quarry as well, since he began to concentrate his
attention upon the other man and send seemingly meaningful glances his
way.� Flemish certainly didn�t seem to
mind, as his mouth was slightly open and his eyes were dark with lust as he
stared back.� At length, her lover�s
dance ended and he retired in favor of another dancer, coming back to murmur in
Hermione�s ear.� �Did you see him?�

�I did�was anyone other than Snape with him?�

�Not that I could see � I suppose I should go introduce
myself,� Lucius sighed, running a hand through his hair.� �How was I?� he asked wickedly.

Hermione suppressed the desire to laugh at his
self-satisfied expression and handed him a glass of water.� �Here, drink this�you shameless tart.�

He obeyed.� �But you
love your shameless tart.�

�Only because I have no choice � oh, he�s coming over.� Good luck,� she whispered, slipping away
after giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. Flemish monopolized Lucius�
attention for more than an hour, sparing only the smallest of glances for the
stage when it came time for her performance.

�They both circulated
after the Death Eater left, bringing the other patrons drinks � several times
their eyes met and they were forced to look away to avoid laughing at the
absurdity of the situation.� Hermione was
nearly done for when she looked up to see Lucius evading a drunken embrace by a
wizard who looked to be related to Rubeus Hagrid; when the man became
increasingly persistent, Lucius made a flirty moue at him and slipped a foot
between the man�s ankles to make him fall back in his chair.� He then blew a kiss to her and sauntered off,
hips swinging and drink tray held high.� On
the occasions that their paths crossed, Lucius would announce the total of tips
he had garnered and give a sad shake of his head when she was forced to admit
her earnings. Their competition degenerated into an all-out war when she began
to give table-dances to help bring her total up, and he flung himself into the
laps of several patrons to keep his lead secure � just as he was ostentatiously
counting the bank notes he had liberated from a bemused Severus Snape, she
realized that their shift was up and motioned him over.

�Ante up, you miserable excuse for a witch,� Hermione
laughed when they met back in the changing room.� �What did you get?� I came away with this.� she gestured to the
pile of Galleons.

Lucius eyed her pile speculatively before dumping his own
loot beside hers.� �I got all this, ten
Floo addresses, and a �How about it sweetheart.�� Merlin, my feet are killing me�� He collapsed into a chair and glared at
her.� �Why do you women insist upon
wearing these torture devices, anyway?�

�I�ve never seen you complain about watching me wear them,� Hermione replied equably
as she reached for her track suit and trainers.�
�You shouldn�t have chosen boots with heels that high if you couldn�t
wear them longer than five minutes.�

He yawned and looked over at her tiredly.� �Well, they looked nice. And they matched my
outfit,� he informed her.

She kept her face straight with an effort.� Oh,
he�s something, my Lucius is.� �They
did indeed.� Shall we Floo back, or would
you enjoy risking life and limb Apparating?�

�Floo, please� lord, I�m too tired to even change.� When do we have to be back? Oh, thanks,� he
added when she flicked her wand at him in a disrobing spell and then again to
give him enough energy to dress himself in more comfortable clothes.� Walking back through the reception area of
the club to the Floo connection, Lucius nodded towards the back of the
club.� �Looks like Severus found someone
he liked � isn�t that your friend?�

Hermione looked over curiously and saw that, yes indeed,
Snape was involved in a conversation with a very flirtatious Caridad.� Her former professor was startlingly
garrulous and looked a bit flushed when the Latin witch reached out to lay a
hand on his arm when emphasizing a particular point.� Well, well.�
That was interesting.� She slipped her hand into his as he threw a
handful of Floo powder into the huge fireplace and called out their destination
tiredly.

She grinned as she maneuvered a very sleepy Lucius Malfoy up
the stairs and steered him towards the lavatory against his protests and
longing glances towards the bed.� �Not
just yet.� A motion of her wand was enough to start the water in the bathtub,
and another enlarged it enough so both of them would fit.� �Do you have enough energy left to shift back
to being yourself?� she asked, leaning up to lick the side of his neck
teasingly.

He sucked in a breath sharply and looked at her.� �That depends upon whether or not you�ll � oh,�
he sighed when she lifted his arm and ran her nails down the inside of it,
blessing him for being so sensitive in that unexpected place.� After struggling to pull his clothes off,
Lucius shifted back to his male form and she saw how her caresses had affected
him.� �I suppose I�m not that tired after
all,� he said breathlessly when her hands began to stroke him where it would do
him the most good.

Lucius lifted her into the bathtub after stripping her bare
and joined her immediately, his body hard and eager for her. Hermione urged him
back against the side of the tub and sat astride him, shamelessly rubbing
herself against his arousal as their tongues twined in a hot, passionate
kiss.� �You were unbelievable tonight,�
she panted in his ear.� �I wanted to
climb up on that stage with you�no, lay back.�
Let me do the work.�� Reaching
underneath the water, she guided him inside her and began to ride him slowly as
he gripped her hips.

He made another effort to help, and she pushed him back once
more.� �Hermione, that�ah, yesss,� he
hissed when she began working herself upon his cock faster.� Lucius leaned his head back, moaning as she
clenched tightly around him, taking his length as deeply as she could.� His hips rose and fell beneath her, and as
she felt her peak approaching he pushed up into her urgently until he reached
his orgasm with a satisfied groan at the same time she achieved her own
climax.� Only the quick motion of Lucius
grabbing the sides of the tub prevented them from being submerged and she clung
to him, laughing at their near escape from drowning.� �Can�t we just sleep here?� he murmured into
her hair, one hand lazily stroking her back.

�Not unless you want to turn into a wrinkled mess,� she
yawned.

�In that case�� he reached for the soap and they managed to
get passably clean before he Apparated them both into their bed.�

Hermione giggled tiredly into his shoulder.� �Lucius.�

�H�m?� he muttered, eyes closed.

�You brought the soap suds with us.�

tbc�

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