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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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Thanks to everyone for your understanding and words of comfort. Midge was a friend for twelve years, and though I'm still not quite over her death, I was able to distract myself for bits of time with writing. So thanks to everyone and I hope to hear from lots of you if you like this chapter.

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Hermione laughed heartily at the witty remark Lucius had made. He in turn smiled warmly, pleased that he had made her laugh. The champagne had loosened her emotions up a bit, and she was much more comfortable in his presence.

"So you gave your mother rabbit ears?" Lucius asked with a smile.

"Yes. That was really the first indication my parents had that I wasn't quite on par with the rest of them. At first they thought I was possessed by demons or something, but after a little while they gave up that notion and just explained it with 'magic.' They didn't realize how square on they were until Professor McGonagall arrived with my Hogwarts letter." Hermione said, taking a small sip of champagne.

"Fascinating." Lucius said softly.

"So what about you? What was your first bit of magic?" Hermione asked. Lucius' face seemed to turn a bit pink, and Hermione's curiosity peaked ferociously.

"Well...when I was five, I accidentally Vanished my nanny's clothes. She had been complaining about having to play with me outside, because she was going to get her clothes dirty. And then I remember thinking that if she hadn't worn such fancy clothes, she wouldn't get them dirty. The next thing I know, 'poof!' Her clothes are gone. My father was proud, but embarrassed, so his pride didn't stop him from giving me a sound thrashing before bed." he finished, tapping a manicured fingernail against the stem of his champagne glass.

They sat in companiable silence for a few minutes, before Hermione reached forward and placed her small hand on Lucius'.

"I need to confess something." she said, her eyes shining from a mixture of alcohol and mirth.

Lucius looked down at her soft, warm hand on his, and then back at her face. "I was nervous about coming here at first. I wasn't sure how I felt about returning to this house and tutoring the daughter of a man who had been so unkind to me. But...but I'm glad I came. I very much like talking to you, and spending time with you. And I love Grace as well! She's a good girl, if a bit insecure. I'm glad you gave me the chance to come here."

Lucius swallowed. It did strange things to his heart to hear her say that she liked talking to him. It had been so long since he'd had a pleasant conversation with anyone. Severus was usually such dry company, and one could only discuss Potions so long without becoming bored.

"I'm glad you came as well. Grace has enjoyed you being here enormously. And...and I have as well." he stuttered. She beamed at him. "And I also have a confessions to make." he added. Hermione tilted her head. "I would very much like to kiss you." he rumbled, his voice lowering in timbre and shooting straight to Hermione's belly. But he didn't make any sort of advance, and Hermione found herself wanting him to.

"Well, are you waiting for an invitation?" she teased breathlessly. He gave her a smile that reminded her of a lion before it pounced.

"Yes." he replied simply.

"Well, then....I...er...I invite you to...get your arse over here....and kiss me." Hermione sputtered nervously.

Lucius stood from his seat, towering over Hermione's seated form. He walked around the small round table, and then held his hand out towards her. She slipped a hand into his, and allowed him to pull her to her feet. He gently drew her to himself, and tilted her chin up slightly. He saw her throat working furiously to swallow, and began to tilt his face towards her. Her eyelids drooped, and he watched her press her lips together.

He pressed his mouth gently to hers, and swore he saw fireworks behind his eyelids. Hermione grabbed the front of his shirt and gasped softly, allowing him to deepen the kiss slightly, and attempt to take control of her mouth. Engaged as he was, he didn't see Hermione's hooded eyes flash, and she began to duel with him, being so daring as to swipe her tongue across his lips. He pulled back, his eyes flashing down at her.

"Did you just lick my mouth?" he rumbled. Hermione's breath was coming in winded puffs.

"Don't try to conquer me, Lucius Malfoy. I'm not a fragile flower to bend to the wind of your will..." she replied breathily, disentangling her fingers from his shirt and smoothing the material soothingly.

“And I am no blushing schoolboy to be trodden beneath those dainty little feet.” He answered evenly. She looked up at his face, looking for something within the depths of his silver eyes. She smiled.

“Now that we’ve set a few ground rules, I would very much like it if you would kiss me some more.” She purred, reaching up to grasp the back of his head and pull him down for another kiss.

They pulled apart after a few minutes, each seeing stars from lack of oxygen. Hermione’s lips were puffy and red from the ferocity of the kisses she’d received, and Lucius had a bit of shimmering lip gloss smeared just below his lower lip. Hermione lifted her hand up and gently wiped it away. He reached up and pressed his hand over hers, keeping it close to his cheek. Then he tilted his head slightly and kissed her palm.

“Tonight has been very…illuminating.” He rumbled deeply. She made a noise of assent, and rested her face against his chest, listening to the quick thump of his heart.

She was almost startled by the sound of music starting up, but she felt Lucius’ arms around her, and they began to sway nonsensically to the rhythm of the slow, soothing song. She shifted her arms around his narrow waist, bunching her fists into the lightweight material of his robe.

It felt good to be held by someone. She’d missed this when Ron had dumped her. Despite her bossy exterior and her take-charge personality, there was something so soothing about being wrapped in strong arms and held close. Perhaps the feminists would condemn her, but she’d always found it pleasant to be protected. To have someone who would fight for her. Oh, make no mistake, she could and would fight tooth and nail for her own defense, but when Ron would stick up for her after a nasty comment or barb, it made her feel….wanted.

“I like this.” She murmured into his shirt. He was looking down at the top of her curly head, his brows furrowed. He liked it too….but he didn’t know how he felt about liking it. She was brilliant, and powerful, and she didn’t give a flying fuck about how much gold he had in his bank account. Isn’t that what he wanted in a woman?

She was also the same age as his son…she was Harry Potter’s best friend…and she was Muggleborn. The last part didn’t bother him as much as it used to. He sighed softly. Damn it…it didn’t really matter did it? No. He liked her. He liked her and that was all that mattered.

They were both startled by a knocking at the open door. Lucius’ head snapped up to see Draco standing there, looking a bit embarrassed and worried.

“What is it, Draco?” he asked, disappointed when Hermione separated from him.

“I’m…I’m very sorry to have interrupted this moment…” he started, and Lucius thought he really did look sorry. “Grace isn’t feeling well, father. I think she might be coming down with Wizard’s Flu.” He said. Lucius sighed.

Wizard’s Flu wasn’t extremely dangerous, but if it was what Grace had she’d be down for several days, if not weeks.

“Is that bad?” Hermione asked.

“It’s like a magical version of the common cold. Not only does it affect the body, but it affects one’s magic as well. I’ve had it several times during my life, and have a tendency to change the entire decorating scheme in my room when I sneeze.” Lucius commented.

“She hadn’t done anything magical yet, but it came on so fast. She said she had a headache, so she laid down on the sofa in the library. I was in there reading a new novel. Then she started talking in her sleep, so I tried to wake her up. She’d gotten a pretty bad fever in the span of an hour. I moved her to her room.” Draco said.

“I’m sorry to say we’ll have to cut our evening short, Hermione.” Lucius said. Hermione’s brows furrowed.

“Of course! I would never keep you from attending Grace, Lucius. Do you want me to come with you?” she asked, and he was a bit surprised.

“If you wish.” He replied.

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Grace was curled up on her bed, her back towards the door when they walked in, her body visibly trembling.

Lucius sat on the side of her bed, the mattress dipping from the weight.

“Grace?” he asked gently. He laid his hand on her shoulder, and she jerked as if struck.

“M’sorry! Please!” she cried, and Lucius pulled back his hand sharply.

“Grace!” he said, a little more urgently. She jerked again, and rolled over onto her back, her eyes fluttering open.

“Hmm?” she whispered weakly.

“What happened, Grace?” he asked softly, reaching forward and pressing his hand to her forehead. She was burning up!

“I didn’t mean to get sick, sir.” She slurred feverishly, before trying to sit up. Lucius’ blonde brows furrowed slightly. She’d not used ‘sir’ in place of a title, before. She’d always called him ‘dad.’ Truth be told, he was quite fond of the moniker.

“Of course you didn’t, Grace. But people get sick all the time.” Lucius told her, before reaching out to keep her from sitting up. She didn’t need to exert herself, after all. But as soon as he touched her she cried out, flinging her arms over her face.

“Please, sir. Please don’t hit me! I’ll just stay in my room…you won’t even have to call a doctor!” she was flinching as if being struck, and Lucius was completely confused.

“Father…” Draco breathed suddenly. Lucius looked up at him. “I thinks she’s having a flashback.” Draco groaned. Something in Lucius’ silver eyes flashed, and he turned back to his daughter. He grasped her arms firmly but gently, and carefully pried them away from her face.

“Grace Malfoy. Listen to me. This is your father. You’re only dreaming, love. You’re safe here at Malfoy Manor. You’re in Wiltshire, England, and Neil is in the States. He cannot hurt you here, dearest, and if he tried then I, Draco, and Hermione would protect you.” He said, his voice slightly louder than normal.

Grace’s eyes, which had been shut tightly, opened again and she looked up at her father with a bit more clarity.

“Dad?” she murmured. His hands cupped her face and he smiled down at her.

“It’s me, Grace. How are you feeling?” he asked. She blinked a few times, as if she were trying to make out his question.

“Mmm…okay, I guess. I feel…I feel really hot. N’m tired…but my head hurts. Why is this happening?” and she gave a little sob, tears beginning to leak from her eyes. Lucius stroked her hair gently, willing himself not to be grossed out by the sweat-dampened strands.

“People get sick all the time, Grace. It’s no one’s fault.” He crooned to her. He then turned to Hermione. “Hermione, will you be a dear and run a lukewarm bath for Grace? I’d like to try and lower her temperature.” Lucius said. “Her bathroom is through that door.” Lucius said, nodding with his head towards a closed wooden door off on the far wall. Hermione nodded and went about her task, disappearing into the small, yet femininely luxurious bathroom. “Draco, try to find a cotton night shirt for her. She’s probably going to sweat quite a bit tonight due to the fever and satin doesn’t breathe.” He added, looking up at Draco. Draco made a noise of assent and approached her chest of drawers.

He opened the top drawer, squeaked, and shut it back hard. He turned a wide-eyed look to his father.

“Knicker drawer. Not it.” He said, before moving to the second drawer. He relaxed a bit, and reached forward to shift through the clothing. He found a knit t-shirt in the drawer, emblazoned with a traditional looking witch on a broomstick, complete with pointy black hat, flying over the word ‘Bewitched.’ “How…charming.” He murmured to himself.

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Lucius was sitting on Grace’s bed with her nestled into his side. The magical part of her Wizard’s flu had already started, and her sheets had been changed from rich beige to purple and lime green tartan. His outer robe was blazing pink, and his boots had been changed into a most interesting footwear that Hermione called ‘flip flops.’

She was still shivering and her fever was still uncomfortably high, but thankfully she was resting. Lucius was dozing against her headboard, his legs crossed out in front of him with a throw over his lap. Grace was on top of the light blanket, her head snuggled into the side of Lucius’ rib cage, and his arm draped protectively around her.

That’s how Draco found them at around two in the morning, and he merely stood at the door for a few minutes watching them. He heard Grace stir fretfully in her sleep, and he heard his father’s voice rumbling soothingly to her.

How far their relationship had come! If the Lucius from the first day of Grace’s arrival could see the Lucius now cuddling the sick girl, he’d be in for a rude awakening.

“How is she?”

Draco turned to see Hermione standing in the hallway in her pajamas, a dressing robe tucked tightly around her, and her small feet shoved into lion-shaped bedroom slippers.

“Sleeping. Father has stayed with her as his presence seems to calm her.” Draco replied. Hermione glanced over Draco’s shoulder to see Lucius’ fingers idly stroking Grace’s cheek. She smiled.

“That’s so sweet.” She said softly. Draco watched her face, noticing the way her eyes softened when she looked at his father.

“Granger, I-” But whatever Draco had been about to say was drowned out by a bell sounding. Hermione saw Lucius jerk awake.

“What was that?” Hermione asked.

“Door bell.” Draco said.

“Draco, do me a favor and answer the door. Then hex the fuck out of whoever’s there. Unless it’s someone important. In that case poison them.” Lucius said sleepily. Grace mumbled in her sleep, and burrowed deeper underneath her father’s body.

Draco turned away from the door, heading towards the stairs. Hermione, curious, followed him. Draco’s socked feet made no sound on the wooden stairs, and Hermione saw him pat his waist before he reached for the door handle, presumably to make sure he had his wand. Come to think of it, Hermione put her hand near the pocket of her dressing robe…one never knew just what kind of visitors the Malfoy family received. She watched quietly as Draco opened the door.

Revealing Harry Potter at the doorstep.

Draco wasn’t normally surprised, but he jumped back with a shout, drawing and aiming his wand. Hermione felt her heart nearly explode in her chest. She groaned at the sight of him, and Harry’s emerald green eyes turned to her.

“Mione!” he said cheerfully.

Hermione’s hands came to her face, and she sank to her knees with a moan. She drew in a shaky breath, and slowly curled in on herself, sobbing quietly. Harry’s cheerful look faded.

“Mione?” he asked, starting to take a step forward. Draco grunted, and pressed his wand tip into Harry’s chest.

“What did Hagrid have in First Year that I caught you and the rest of the golden ménage-a-trois looking at after hours?” he asked, his silver eyes flashing.

“Baby dragon. He named it Norbert. Ron contacted his brother Charlie to come get it and take it to Romania.” Harry said. Draco’s wand came down.

“You’re….you’re alive…” he whispered. Harry just gave a lopsided smile.

“The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.”

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Oh Harry! You and you're timely historical references! You make me giggle sometimes.

Thanks everyone for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Alot.
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