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The Heirloom	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 18477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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                                                                                CHAPTER 14

APRIL

“My boobs hurt,” Ginny said, shifting uncomfortably in her seat as she sat with Hermione on the veranda. “Maddie needs to wake up so she can eat,” she muttered as she stared at the baby sleeping contentedly in her little basket.

“How are the other kids doing with the new little one?” Hermione asked, reaching out to stroke the downy soft black curls atop the baby’s head.

“Lily is struggling a bit, she was the baby for so long it is hard for her to share the spotlight, but she will go off to school next year with the boys, hopefully it will make it a little easier on her.”

                Hermione chuckled at the look of gratitude on Ginny’s face as the baby began to stir. She watched as her dear friend picked up her child and adjusted her shirt, freeing her breast and settling the baby in for her meal.

“How are you?” Ginny asked as her daughter began to feed.

“I’m okay. My book was approved by the editor, so it’s time for me to begin another project I guess,” Hermione said.

“Maybe you should take some time off from writing…perhaps find a man…a husband….maybe have one of these yourself,” Ginny said, looking up from the nursing infant.

“I don’t know…I’ve had 2 husbands already….I don’t know if children are in my future.”

“I don’t think Lucius counts.”

“Legally he does. I married him, I had sex with him, I have divorce papers.”

“But you didn’t love him.”

“No, but I did care about him.” She said honestly. Ginny looked up, her eyes soft and compassionate as she stared at her friend.

“Well…you would be a wonderful mother,” Ginny said quietly.

“Ron and I…we had three miscarriages….”

“You never told me!” Ginny gasped, unconsciously clutching her baby tighter as tears filled her eyes.

“They were early, each one within weeks of finding out that I was pregnant. It wasn’t something I wanted to share with anyone,” Hermione said.

“Oh, Hermione…I’m so sorry.”

***Ding Dong****

“Are you expecting someone?” Ginny asked at the sound of the doorbell?

“No…excuse me for a moment,” Hermione said as she went inside the house to answer the door. She had to catch her breath when she opened her front door and saw Lucius standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Ah, Hello, Hermione,” he said.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you,” he replied, holding out the bouquet of flowers. “These are for you?”

“Come to congratulate me on my divorce?” she asked sarcastically as she accepted his flowers and then stepped aside so that he could enter.

“Not exactly,” he said, following her through the French doors that led to her veranda. “Ah…Mrs. Potter, how nice to…see you,” Lucius said when he saw Ginny. He quickly averted his eyes when he realized she was feeding her child.

“Mr. Malfoy,” she said, chuckling softly as she reached for a blanket and tossed it over her shoulder, shielding the nursing child at her breast. “I apologize for being rude, it was just Hermione and I here.”

“No need, I interrupted your get together, I am the one who should apologize,” he said.

“So what do you need to talk to me about?” Hermione asked, using her wand to conjure a vase for the flowers.

“You refused the divorce settlement ordered by the court,” he said, eyeing her curiously.

“It wasn’t a real marriage,” Hermione said. “Besides, I don’t need your money.”

“Alright…I am sorry for showing up unannounced, I was hoping that you would be free, there is something I’d like to show you,” he said.

“Actually, I need to take Maddie home I think,” Ginny said as she rose from her chair. “Harry will be home soon and I should get supper going.”

“Ginny…” Hermione bit her lip, a little confused and more than a little worried about being left alone with Lucius. Their sexual chemistry was a scary thing and she didn’t trust herself. It had been proven that she couldn’t seem to resist him. Again and Again. She hadn’t seen him since the night of his mother’s funeral. She had spent the night with him, had given him access to her body over and over….finally waking up alone, naked on his study floor, a blanket tucked around her and a breakfast tray on a nearby table with a note that simply read,

                                                “You are incredible, Thank you. LM”

She hadn’t touched the breakfast, instead she gathered up her clothing and quickly exited his house through the flue.

“Talk to Lucius, Hermione,” she said softly, “I’ll come by tomorrow.” Ginny used her wand to collect her thing. She said a quick goodbye to Lucius and left via the flue network with baby Maddie.

“Well…what is it that you wish to show me?” she asked.

“Perhaps you should get a wrap….and your shoes,” he answered, looking pointedly at her bare feet.

“We are going somewhere?” she asked.

“Yes, you can trust me, Hermione, I mean you no harm.”

                She looked at him for a moment, curious. What could he possibly wish to show her?

“Alright, give me a moment,” she said before disappearing into her house. He stood on the veranda and looked out over the rolling green hills. The unusually mild spring weather was perfect for being out of doors he thought as she re-joined him wearing her shoes and a light jacket.

“Alright, if you will but give me your hand,” he said reaching for her. She hesitated a moment, but then slid her hand into his. Lucius had shown her great respect since they had become reacquainted. She could trust him.

                In mere moments they dissolved into mist, moving quickly through space and time and reforming in an open glen populated by the churchyard.

“Where are we?” she asked, turning slowly to look around.

“This is where they were headed,” he said, gesturing towards the church.

“What? Who?” she asked in confusion.

“Arthur collected the journals of Roman Malfoy from our hunting lodge. It is standard for the men in my family to keep extensive journals so that our legacy may pass to future generations….Roman was no exception,” he said. “I expected his journals to have been destroyed…but it seems that he was keeping them well hidden. Instead of the normal leather-bound ledgers that my family uses, he was keeping some of them in his school notebooks.” He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small stack of notebooks that quickly expanded to full size. “You may read them if you like,” he said, shrinking them again and passing them to her.

“Thank you,” she said, pocketing the shrunken books.

“You are welcome,” he said. “It turns out that he was to meet Juliana and that they were coming here to wed. But my grandfather found out first and Roman was sent away. This is where she took her life.” He turned and gestured towards an old willow tree, the low hanging branches were bent and twisted. Hermione walked towards it and immediately noticed a bare spot on one of the lower branches.

“Oh my god…that’s where the rope…”

“Because of the foliage and the obscure area it took a while to find her…she was here for over a week before the minister found her,” he said. “Your family…they did not receive the news well.”

“No, her name was crossed out of the family bible. All traces of her were erased, or at least they attempted to erase them. My family was very devout…suicide is a great sin, a guaranteed journey to hell in the afterlife.”

“It took some time to find her, but I located her grave outside of Salisbury. She was buried just outside the churchyard…outside of the fence.”

“She would not have been able to be placed in consecrated ground,” she said.

“Come with me,” he said, taking her by the elbow and leading her across the field to the churchyard. They passed through the tall iron gate nestled firmly in the large stone wall that surrounded the church and followed a small pebbled path through rows and rows of old graves. Near the back, nestled in the corner was a small garden. “I hope that you will not be angry with me, but I had Juliana exhumed…and brought here.”

                In the middle of the small garden stood a statue, a woman and a man side by side. His arm was around her back and their hands were clasped against his chest. Their heads resting against each other.

                “For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo”

                                                                      Roman Augustus Malfoy

                                                January 11, 1901- June 3,1921

                                                                     &

                                                      Juliana Lenore Granger

                                                December 3, 1902- June 1, 1920

                                                                        &

                                                            Infant Girl Malfoy

                                                                June 1, 1920

“A family parted in life, reunited in death.”

“Oh, Lucius,” Hermione gasped, tears welling in her eyes. “Its…”

“I had Roman moved from the family crypt and placed here…and a spell revealed that they were to have a daughter,” he said. “I thought…you were so kind to me, Hermione, your generosity and your compassion…I was overwhelmed by it. I thought that perhaps you might appreciate this…the reuniting of this family who should have never been separated.”

“It is…a wonderful, wonderful thing, Lucius,” she said softly as she turned towards him. He reached out and caught the tear rolling down her cheek on his fingertip. “Thank you. Thank you for sharing this with me.”

“It was my pleasure,” he said. And he meant it.

“I should go back home,” she said, needing to get away from him before she once more found herself in his arms based on high emotion.

“I will see you back,” he said.

“No, I can go on my own.” She smiled and turned, following the path towards the gate. One could not apparate on consecrated ground so she needed to get outside of the churchyard. She was just approaching the gate when she heard him call her name.

“Hermione!”

“Yes?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

“Our divorce…it’s final,” he said.

“I know, I have a copy of the papers,” she said, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“I was thinking…now that you are single and I am single…perhaps…” he shifted nervously from foot to foot, his hand twisting his walking stick into the ground at his feet. “Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?”

                Hermione’s eyes widened in surprise, then a slow smile spread across her lips.

“I’d like that,” she said. And she meant it.

***Thank you all for reading and for being so great about my first attempt back at writing. I have more ahead in SSHG and Lumione, more elaborate and longer tales. And a slew of oneshots that keep coming and coming.   Again, thank you all so much, its so great to be back in the saddle!
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