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Polyjuice	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 32327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: As always thanks to Mamacita for being a great beta and finding my punctuation when it went A.W.O.L.
Voracious Reader — OMG can you imagine? Nothing is more important to Hermione than her exams!
Avanell — You’re just about to find out, and so is Hermione.
Werewolfhime — I don’t think he has much choice now, does he? Although keeping Hermione away from her exams might be somewhat traumatic! *LOL*
Catysmom — Thanks. I hope you enjoy this episode
Heidi191976 — You think? I’m sure she’ll see the funny side . . . erm . . . okay, maybe not.
The Eloquent Quill — Well, I’m not sure he’s got a lot of options. *LOL*
Wudelfin — Hi there and thanks for the review. Well he HAS taken her away from the thing she loves most — her schoolwork and those oh so important exams. *LOL*
Hilda Malfoy — Yes she’s got a surprise coming, but the baby will be fine . . . although whether Lucius will be if he stops her taking her exams remains to be seen. *LOL*
Wicked — Welcome aboard and thanks for the review. I think your questions are about to be answered.
Xinewber — Yes and yes! Poor Lucius he’s sure he’s doing the right thing — I mean he’s in love!
Elphaba — Yeah, I’m thinking not happy, although she’s only a few weeks away from giving birth now so she’ll probably have trouble catching him, luckily for Lucius.
Ginnylovesharry07 — Well I guess it’s time for Lucius to come clean . . . or not . . . .

Hermione awoke feeling groggy. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was kissing Simon and then . . . .
She looked around in panic. Where was she? Definitely not on the way to Hogsmeade, that was for sure. She studied the room. It was vast and beautifully decorated in shades of pale grey, forest green and black. The bed she was lying on was huge and it was clear that the furnishings were expensive, very expensive. She was in someone’s bedchamber. But whose?
Was this the room of the Slytherin who had taken the Polyjuice potion? It certainly looked Slytherin enough. Had he finally tracked her down and abducted her? What was he going to do to her — or more importantly, to the baby? And where was Simon?
A flicker of worry passed through her as she hoped her boyfriend hadn’t been hurt.
Hermione sat up slowly, waiting for the accompanying nausea to pass, then climbed off the bed and headed towards the window. She pulled open the heavy drapes but was disappointed to see that it was dark outside. She could see very little apart from what looked like extensive gardens. She closed the curtains with a sigh.
Where was she and how long had she been here? It had obviously been a few hours, at least. Were they worried about her absence back at school? Surely Ron and Harry would have missed her by now, wouldn’t they? And Simon would have raised the alarm, too . . . assuming he hadn’t been hurt.
Hermione tried to remember what had happened, but her brain was a blank. The last thing she remembered was Simon kissing her. She sat back down on the bed, unsure of what to do. She could hardly try to escape. Even if the room was unlocked she probably wouldn’t get far before being caught. After all, she could hardly walk in her condition, let alone run.
But now there was the more pressing need of the toilet to contend with. She looked around. There were several doors. Surely one of them must lead to a bathroom? Hermione stood once again and headed for the first door. It was locked. Okay, so no chance of escape. She walked slowly to the second. That was locked too. She moaned quietly in frustration. Please let the next one be the bathroom, she silently begged. It was.
With a sigh of relief, she headed into the room, noting once again the luxuriousness of the decor. It definitely belonged to a Slytherin. Closer inspection of the row of tiles around the centre of the room showed that they bore little snakes, highly stylised but snakes nonetheless. Hermione shivered. Why had she been brought here?
A few minutes later she wandered back into the bedroom. It was astonishingly beautiful, and if she hadn’t been a prisoner she would have been delighted to be housed in a room as opulent as this one. She sat back down on the bed, her hands on her stomach. Had she been brought here because of the baby? A spike of fear ran through her at the thought that they might try to do something to it. She was so close to giving birth now, and the idea that someone might try to hurt her baby filled her with terror.
Hermione lay down on the bed, rubbing her belly gently as she talked to her unborn child, promising it that she would do everything in her power to protect it. She would give up her life if she had to, anything just as long as her baby was safe. Gradually, she became aware of the tears that were staining her cheeks, silent rivers running down her face, making the pillow beneath her wet.
She didn’t know how long she had lain there when the door opened. She didn’t move, still lying on the bed with her face buried in the pillow.
‘Hermione, you’ve woken up at last,’ a voice said pleasantly. ‘How are you feeling?’
It was Simon. Hermione frowned, wondering why he had brought her here. She turned to face him but then stared in confusion. It wasn’t Simon. It was Lucius Malfoy.
Malfoy smiled at her. ‘Come, my dear, talk to me,’ he said brightly. ‘I want to know how you’re feeling.’
‘Where’s Simon?’ Hermione asked, still confused.
Lucius laughed. ‘Hmmm, that’s a long story. I will tell you. But first, we need to get you sorted. Do you need to use the toilet?’
Hermione shook her head.
‘Well, then, a drink? Some food? Yes, you definitely need those.’ He clicked his fingers and a house-elf appeared.
‘Ah, Honey. Please, can you bring some hot food and some pumpkin juice for Miss Hermione.’
The house-elf nodded and Disapparated without a word.
‘Perhaps you should get into bed,’ Lucius suggested. ‘Make yourself comfortable.’
‘I don’t want to make myself comfortable,’ Hermione replied irritably. ‘I want to go back to school.’
Lucius looked at her a touch sadly. ‘I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Hermione. So you might as well make yourself comfortable.’
The house-elf had reappeared with a tray table loaded with food and drink. With a sigh, Hermione repositioned herself on the bed so she could accept it. Her stomach rumbled. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast and she was starving. She took a large sip of the pumpkin juice, then picked up her knife and fork and began to eat.
Lucius sat at the end of the bed watching her. He was impressed at how well his love was coping with what had happened to her. He had been slightly worried that she might get hysterical and cause herself and the baby harm, but instead, she remained calm . . . but angry. His little firecracker!
When he had decided to bring her to his home he hadn’t really thought the plan through all that well. He had just needed to get her away from that oaf, Weasley. Lucius had always known that he would have to reveal his true face to Hermione at some point, but he had deliberated for ages as to whether he should appear as Simon at first, to reassure her, and then reveal himself later when she had calmed down.
He had finally decided against using his alias. There was nowhere Hermione could go anyway, no way to escape from Malfoy Manor with the privacy wards set on it, so she would have no choice but to listen to him, and surely, eventually, she would realise that inside him was the Simon she was in love with.
‘Do you want to tell me what I’m doing here?’ Hermione asked, her cold voice dragging him out of his thoughts.
Lucius shook his head. ‘No. It can wait till you’ve finished eating.’
‘Then I’d like you to stop staring at me,’ Hermione said. ‘I’m finding it rather unnerving.’
Lucius nodded, then stood and walked over to the door. ‘I’ll return in fifteen minutes,’ he said and left.

Exactly fifteen minutes later Lucius returned; after he had summoned Honey again to remove the tray, he once more sat down on the bed. Hermione tried to pull her feet up away from him, but her bulge got in the way.
‘So, explain,’ she said coldly, looking directly at Lucius.
‘Where do you want me to start?’ he asked mildly.
‘I assume this is your home?’
Lucius nodded. ‘Yes. You are in my bedroom in Malfoy Manor. What do you think of it?’
Hermione just stared at him. Lucius chuckled.
‘Time for pleasantries later, then.’
‘Where’s Simon?’
Lucius thought for a moment before replying, ‘He’s here.’
‘Can I see him? Has he been hurt?’ Hermione sounded worried.
‘No, he’s not hurt. And no, you can’t see him.’
‘Why not?’ Hermione frowned.
Lucius looked at her and smiled mysteriously. ‘Because I am Simon,’ he said plainly.
Hermione stared at him in confusion.
‘Oh, come on, Hermione, you’re a clever girl. I’m sure you can work it out, my love.’
Realisation suddenly dawned as she heard Lucius Malfoy call her his love. Hermione shook her head in denial. Surely it couldn’t be.
‘Polyjuice potion!’ she whispered.
Lucius smiled again and leant toward her, running his hand gently down her face. He saw her shudder and his smile faded slightly.
‘You really are the most wonderful woman, Hermione,’ he told her. ‘Beautiful, sexy and intelligent. You’re exactly right — the Polyjuice potion.’
‘But—’
‘You know, I really liked being with you as Simon, but it couldn’t go on forever, could it? Eventually, you had to find out who I really was. And then you started making all those plans with the Weasleys. I couldn’t let you do that. I couldn’t let him take you away from me.’
‘So it was you that pretended to be Ron? But why?’
Lucius laughed. ‘Yes, of course it was me. I wanted you so very much, Hermione. And now I can apologise properly for calling you that awful name. It really was a complete slip of the tongue. I never meant to upset you like that. Far from it.’
‘But that means you’re — oh God!’ Hermione’s expression showed distress. She tried to stop the tears that were threatening.
‘Yes, the baby is mine.’ Lucius gazed at Hermione possessively. ‘As are you, my love.’
Hermione shook her head vehemently. ‘No. This doesn’t make any sense. How can I be your love? You hate me! You’ve always hated me. I’m Muggle-born, remember?’
Lucius laughed again. ‘How could I forget? Let’s face it, I had to completely rethink my plan after I made that stupid comment. Still, I think Simon was better in the end, don’t you?’ He winked at her.
‘I’m obviously being completely thick here,’ Hermione told him. ‘But I just don’t see why you would be interested in me. Not after everything that’s happened between us over the years.’
And so Lucius explained it to her. He was brutally honest, telling her everything — all about his lust-fuelled fantasies of her, his feelings upon finally being with her and finally, how he felt about Ron and the Weasleys taking her away from him.
‘I had no choice but to use the Polyjuice potion. I didn’t want anyone to know about my feelings for you. Can you imagine what people would think? Lucius Malfoy in love with a Muggle-born! The potion enabled me to make love to you and no one was any the wiser. Since I was pretending to be Weasley I wasn’t hurting you — after all, you were in love with him and were grateful for the attention the stupid oaf never gave you.
‘You thought you were getting what you wanted and I got what I wanted. More than I wanted. But I fell in love with you, Hermione, and I don’t want to hide it any longer. I need to be with you. So you see, I had to do something. I couldn’t keep being Simon and I couldn’t let the Weasleys have you. So here we are.’

Hermione was in shock. If she understood Lucius rightly, he had become so obsessed with her that he had broken the law several times over just to be with her. She wasn’t sure what horrified her most, the fact that he appeared to really think he was in love with her or the fact that he thought the use of the Polyjuice potion was justified. It was clear from what he had said that he really hadn’t meant to hurt her when he had been Ron, but that didn’t change the fact that he had done it.
So now she knew the identity of the person who had taken her virginity, the person who was her baby’s father. Could she really keep the child now, knowing that he was one of her most hated enemies? And all this stuff about him being in love with her and her belonging to him was a bit freaky, too. She didn’t want to belong to Lucius Malfoy. Even if he hadn’t been a Death Eater he was still old enough to be her dad. Oh, very good-looking, for sure and incredibly stylish, but old nonetheless.
But although he was old he hadn’t seemed that way to her when he was Simon. Hermione had watched him carefully as he talked and she knew he hadn’t been putting on an act when he had become his alter-ego. He had just worn a different body. The big problem for her was that the Simon she knew and loved so much really was just Lucius Malfoy, and that meant that she was in love with Lucius as much as he professed to be in love with her. At least she now knew why Simon had been so eager to assume the mantle of father to her child when he should have run a mile.
Hermione sighed. What was she going to do? And what was Lucius going to do? Surely he couldn’t keep her here forever, could he? And if he did, what would Draco say when he came home and found his nemesis here? How would he react when he found out his father was the father of her child? And what about Draco’s mother, Lucius’ wife?
‘What are you thinking?’ Lucius asked gently. He had moved to sit next to her on the bed, his long legs crossed gracefully as his hand brushed softly against hers.
‘I’m just trying to get my head round it all,’ Hermione replied honestly. ‘I’m not sure what I think yet; it’s all a bit much to take in.’
Lucius nodded, his hand reaching out to touch her stomach. Hermione jumped. As Simon, he had touched her that way hundreds of times, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to let Lucius as himself do it. It seemed too intimate somehow.
He sensed her discomfort and removed his hand, sliding off the bed to stand up.
‘I’ll let you get some rest,’ he said. ‘I’m sure you could use some sleep.’
‘I want to go back to school,’ Hermione told him.
Lucius turned to look at her.
‘That’s not possible,’ he replied, and he headed out the door, leaving Hermione alone and bewildered.
She tried to sleep but it wouldn’t come. There were too many thoughts in her head. Uppermost of these was Lucius’ assertion that he was in love with her, and the fact of her own love for Simon. Lucius had freely admitted that he had originally decided to use the Polyjuice potion because it gave him the freedom of making love to her without anyone knowing he was doing so.
But now he was saying he wanted everyone to know he was in love with her, wanted to shout it from the rooftops. But if that was the case, then what about Narcissa? Even in the Wizarding world, it wasn’t considered good form to flash your mistresses off to all and sundry, although Hermione hadn’t got the impression that Lucius wanted her as his mistress.
And she had noticed that when he had described her earlier he had called her Muggle-born without even batting an eyelid — no mention of Mudblood. Obviously, he’d had to work hard not to repeat his earlier mistake, but was it really possible that Lucius had indeed overcome his prejudice against Muggles? Could a leopard change its spots? These were questions Hermione needed to have answered before she could make any decisions regarding her baby and Lucius.
Then, after all that, she had to work out her own feelings towards Lucius in light of him being Simon. And that was likely to be the hardest thing to do.
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