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Amazing Grace	By : Kooldragon400 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 41309 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Truly sorry about the delay, ladies and gents. I've been going through a most difficult time. And you'll either understand or you won't. Our dog, my little teacup poodle that had been with our family for twelve years, passed away this past Thursday, and I've been dealing with the emotional fallout from that. I keep looking down to find her and put her on my bed, and I haven't slept well because everytime my legs move I keep expecting to come in contact with a warm fuzzy lump. This chapter got done as soon as I could sit in front of my computer without bursting into tears. I hope everyone enjoys it. There will be smut very soon. Promise.

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She smoothed the material of her dress down nervously and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was still freshly moist from the shower, and hung in slightly damp ringlets over her shoulders and down her back. Her pale skin contrasted with the lightweight navy cotton of her sun dress, adding a neutral color to her body. She’d thought about being cheeky and wearing red just to tease him, but then she decided that if they brought up House rivalries she might never get in his pants.

“Merlin. What kind of woman am I? He’s old enough to be my father, he was a Death Eater….and the thought of pinning him down and licking him from root to tip makes me wet.” She said to her reflection, unsure of how she should feel about the excited flush in her face.

She gingerly fastened a small necklace around her throat, pausing sadly as she reflected the simple crystal cube that hung down. It had been a birthday present from Harry. She put her palm over the small crystal and sighed, before slipping her feet into some peep-toe flats and regarding herself again. She’d lined her eyes lightly and put on some sheer lip gloss, not wanting to appear overly made up.

She averted her eyes from the mirror. It really didn’t matter what she did. The fact remained that Lucius Malfoy was a rich, handsome, powerful wizard and she was a plain, middle-class, book-smart witch. He’d been married to Narcissa for years, and her beauty was unrivaled amongst the wizarding world. She was perfect and thin, with a shapely bosom and swaying hips.

And who was Hermione? She was short, with thick legs, a large bottom, and rather small breasts. Her lower lip quivered slightly as she thought about her past with men. Viktor had been very nice and gentle, but he was a toucher. He had liked making contact with Hermione in a time where she was nervous and still very self-conscious about her evolving body. Ron…Ron had dumped her by cheating on her. He hadn’t even given her the courtesy of telling her face to face that they were through.

She’d had no idea that they were having difficulties. She didn’t know he had a problem with her until the day she’d gone to his flat to see him. He hadn’t told her anything.

The tears came before she really knew she was at that point, and she sniffled a few times before she succumbed to them. She put her hand on her face and wept. She cried because she was insecure. She cried because she was lonely. And most of all she cried because the one person she’d felt comfortable enough to tell these things to was dead.

She was startled from her self-loathing by a knock on the door, and her head whirled up to the ornate wall clock on her far wall. Seven already!

She drew a few shuddering breaths and used her thumbs to clear the tears away from her eyes.

“I’ll be right there!” she called, hoping her voice didn’t belie her response.

She paused when she reached the door, taking one last deep breath before she pulled it open. Her air caught in her throat at the sight of him. He was wearing dark slacks and a dark blue collared shirt. His feet were encased in black matte boots, and a loose casual robe was still flitting about his calves.

“Wow…” she murmured, entranced before she even looked at his face. Every bit of moisture in her mouth dissipated when she saw the amused expression on his face. His silver eyes had caught the light in the hall and glowed dimly as he watched her face. His hair was smooth and unbound, hanging over his shoulders like a sleek lion’s mane.

“Are you ready, Hermione?” he asked. She nodded wordlessly, and he chuckled at her. “Come.” He said, and held out his hand. She reached out and placed her smaller hand in his, walking along with him when he turned to go. They walked towards the parlor, his soft boots making dull thuds against the floor as he walked, as opposed to the quiet staccato of the hard bottom to her flat shoes. She tightened her hold on his hand slightly as they entered the parlor, and he walked to the entrance of the balcony, which was curtained off.

“Pull back the curtain.” He said softly, withdrawing his hand from hers. She swallowed and looked up at him, before moving slowly forward to pull back the thick, heavy curtain. She gasped when she looked outside.

The balcony was entwined in ivy and climbing flowers that she didn’t recognize. The stone floor was swept clean and a small round table for two had been set up. There were candles floating around the table, flickering softly and gently. The soft white tablecloth brushed the floor all around the table, and could possibly hide a multitude of sins.

There were two covered plates already set up on the table, a bottle of wine chilling happily, and two pristine glasses ready to receive it. She felt his presence at her back, warm and sensual, before he reached forward and brushed her hand deliberately as he grasped the handle of the door. She could smell his light aftershave, cool and spicy in the air of the parlor.

When the door opened the smell of his aftershave mixed with the heady aroma of the early Autumn flowers. She inhaled deeply, almost dizzy from the mixed scents.

“Ladies first.” He murmured in her ear, and with a small sigh she walked out onto the balcony, admiring the view directly into the lush Malfoy gardens. He followed her out and approached her chair, pulling it out and standing behind it like a good gentleman. She didn’t feel she deserved the treatment, and flushed slightly. But she gathered her courage like a good little Gryffindor and approached the chair. She sat down wordlessly and he shifted her chair closer to the table, before nervously resting her hands in her lap.

He sat in the seat across from her, regarding her strangely demure behavior. She was looking at her hands in her lap, and her face was a bit pink.

“Is something the matter?” he asked gingerly, not wanting to exacerbate whatever seemed to have her attention.

“Just…thinking much too hard.” She said. She saw his eyebrows furrow slightly, and saw his lips part to ask a question. “So what kind of conversation did you want to have?” she asked quickly, trying to derail his inquisition. She saw his mercurial eyes narrow, and she knew he saw right through her ruse, but then his face relaxed and he gave her a gentle smile.

“I just wanted to get to know you better, Hermione. I must say I was a bit surprised when Draco suggested you as Grace’s tutor. But I knew you were trustworthy and I had no qualms about bringing you here. I know you were very smart in school, and still are very intelligent. You are a compassionate soul, often seeking to right any perceived wrong you find. I wish to know more. Where did you grow up? When did you start showing accidental magic? What exactly is a rubber duck, and why the hell is Arthur Weasley so obsessed with them?”

Hermione’s eyes lit up at the chance to tell him a little about her world, and she launched into a lively speech, while Lucius watched her with sparkling silver eyes, his chin resting on his steepled fingers.

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Severus mumbled softly to himself as he tossed the soiled nappy in the bin before re-dressing his son and snapping the little trousers in place. He picked him up and placed Nikolai’s head on his shoulder before sweeping from his childhood room, which had later been changed only enough to become his adult room, into the room he’d put the Halfling in.

She was asleep, her chest rising and falling slowly. She hadn’t regained consciousness since he’d brought her there several days ago. Her condition was improving quickly because of the innate self-healing abilities of vampires, but her subconscious was still plunged within herself, and she would not awaken.

Severus laid Nikolai on his stomach, and the boy raised his head shakily to look over and watch as his father gently unpeeled the bandages around his mother’s neck. There were only a few spots of blood on the gauze today, and so when he cleaned her wound he didn’t bandage her throat quite as thickly as before.

His black eyes darted down to where his son laid, watching with highly aware black eyes. The lad seemed so smart for such a young child. But then, he thought to himself, any child of his couldn’t help but be smart.

He looked back into the sleeping face of the woman who had bore him a son. She was beautiful. Strikingly beautiful, really, and he remembered how incredibly pleased he’d been back then that such a creature would want to bed him. What changes had been wrought in his life since that night.

She would owe him a life debt. He would not raise this boy alone and the girl owed him a life debt. If she so chose, he would never be alone again. He could claim the debt in the form of her body, re-enacting the night they created life over and over again.

Frowning at himself and his own thoughts, he reached out a long, potion-stained finger and brushed a strand of dark, silky hair away from the young woman’s face. Then the digit ran up her cheek, and traced her shapely dark eyebrows, before running down the bridge of her nose. She had very nice bone structure, and Nikolai would be lucky to have his mother’s nasal structure.

Her lower lip trembled and she gave a short shudder, before surprising him completely and opening her eyes. She looked ahead, unfocused, for several long moments, before her sapphire-colored eyes darted to look at him. He had to physically resist slipping into her mind to discover what she was thinking. Her throat worked awkwardly to swallow and her face twisted with pain. A small bleat of dismay startled them both and she looked down towards the foot of the bed, where Nikolai was up on his hands and knees, rocking forward and backwards but not crawling.

A smile crossed her face and she lifted her hand towards the boy, but he was too far down for her to reach. Severus moved flowingly towards the boy, picking him up and moving him close to his mother. Nikolai gave a happy shriek, quickly grabbing onto the blankets at his mother’s stomach, his hands smacking at her happily. She ran her hand weakly over his thick black hair, a smile touching her lips.

Severus turned to leave the room, but her other hand managed to grab hold of the index finger on his right hand, holding him in place unless he were to pull from her grasp. He looked back at her and she opened her mouth.

“Don’t speak. Your vocal chords were damaged badly, and I’m not sure you’ll be able to recover your voice. Speaking now would definitely hinder any progress.” He said softly, his deep voice seeming to soothe her. She nodded, squeezed his finger slightly, and then released him. “I have business at the Ministry of Magic. You will be under the care of my elf until I return. Should you need anything, ring this bell.” He said, and produced a bell from his coat pocket. “I would have taken him to my room to be with Julep until I return, but since you are awake he can stay with you."

He sat the bell on the table beside the bed and then walked from the room. She watched him go, her blue eyes blinking owlishly as exhaustion began to claim her again. She looked down at her son, and he gave her a fanged grin. She laughed breathily, and put her hand to her son’s face. He bit down on the smooth expanse of skin between her index finger and thumb, gnawing happily on his mother’s hand to receive a sustenance not required by most children. His black eyes became a shimmering red as he nibbled, his eyelids starting to droop heavily over them.

After a few minutes, both mother and son were deeply asleep.

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“Who’s elbow is in my arse?”

“Sorry, Sirius.”

“It’s all right, Tom. Just budge a bit- oh god, who’s touching my crotch?”

“Sorry.”

There was an unmanly shriek and the group managed to untangle itself, one of the members rising up into the air and smoothing its black, flowing cloak.

Sirius stood, shuddering and brushing himself off.

“Oh god…I just got felt up by a Dementor.” He cried. Then he paused. “Wait! What the frig are you even doing here?” Sirius asked, looking up at the floating creature.

“Father decided you were all incompetent and needed a guardian.” Viatoris said, crossing his skeletal arms across his chest.

“No, no! No one worry about me! I’ll just bleed out over here by myself.”

Harry dragged himself to his feet, staggering slightly before he caught his balance. He then paused, stiffening up as if something were about to attack him.

“I…I can still walk!” he said, patting himself down.

Sirius looked at him to say something, and his voice caught in his throat. Harry seemed….different somehow. First and foremost, his scar was…shaped differently. Whereas it had been a vertical lightning bolt, it was tilted diagonally on his forehead now. What had Death called it? Sowilo….that was a rune, wasn’t it?

Harry’s eyes now shined with unnatural light, glowing with power.

“I’m hungry.” Tom said, rubbing his belly. Sirius moved towards him, lifting him from under the arm pits and balancing him in his arms.

“Well let’s go scare the piss out of the world and then stop at McDonald’s, eh?” he asked. “We can get you a happy meal!”

“You do realize I’m techinically like….eighty, right?” Tom said, looking at Sirius with a strange expression. Sirius sniffed indifferently, before one hand began to tickle the young boy, causing surprised shrieks of laughter.

“You have the body of a six year old! Just relax and enjoy a childhood!”

“So where are we? And where are we going?” Harry asked loudly, uncomfortable with the way Sirius was treating Tom Riddle.

They were in a medium-sized, plain room that looked vaguely familiar to Harry. There were a few weights off to the side, and a large target on one of the walls.

“Dunno where we are, but we could always go to Grimmauld…I’ve been meaning to have a turpentine talk with my mother’s portrait.” Sirius said, his teasing assault on Tom’s person done.

“Ugh…Grimmauld hasn’t been inhabited since before the war ended. It’s probably in worse condition now than it ever was before now that Kreatcher is dead.” Harry said.

“I bet there are enough Doxies in there to kill a dragon…” Sirius grumbled. The Dementor perked up slightly.

“Doxies? Their venom tastes delightfully bitter. Give me a week in the house and I shall clear it of all unsavory inhabitants.” Viatoris offered.

“You’re gonna eat the Doxies?” Sirius asked. Viatoris nodded his cloaked head, his dead hands coming together in an almost pleading gesture. “Ew…don’t beg…it doesn’t suite you. Fine. We’ll take you to the house and let you have at it.” He said.

“I need to find ‘Mione. I don’t know how long I’ve been gone but I bet she’s worried.” Harry said.

Just as they were looking around for the exit, a door on the far wall opened, and several men entered the room, clothed in what Harry finally recognized as Auror training outfits. They had landed in the middle of the Auror weight room.

The four strangers of the room, three human and one Dementor, looked at the six men who had just entered, and when they were noticed the Aurors looked at them in shock for a few moments, before snapping into action and drawing their wands, the tips gravitating between the floating Dementor and the strangers in their training room. Sirius sighed.

“Damn…I guess our trip to McDonald’s is going to be put on hold…”

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Everyone who has them do me a favor and hug your dog for me, and I'll try to start working on the next chapter. I'm hoping to have everything set up to get some people laid before chapter twenty. So there.

~~In memory of Petit Princess Midget, (Nov 1999 - Jun 2011), known most affectionately as "Midge"
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