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Polyjuice	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 32326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: To my fabulous beta Mamacita, thank you for being so wonderful!
Voracious Reader — I’m sure Hermione will be completely fine just as long as she’s totally faithful to Lucius.
Werewolfhime — Yes, of course, he’s playful . . . er . . . you might want to have a chat with Voracious Reader *LOL* I’m glad you were happy with the length of the chapter.
Ginnylovesharry07 — I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Xineweber — Well now he’s got what he wanted I’m sure Lucius will be more reasonable.
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Heidi191976 — Thanks. Your patient wait is over — here’s the latest chapter . . . .

Hermione had returned to school a couple of days before exams were due to begin so she could get used to being there again. She had, actually, rather grown used to being a lady of leisure, but it was still important to her that she pass her exams even if she wasn’t going to be working afterwards.
The story had been put out that she had been unwell and had spent the previous couple of weeks in St Mungo’s being monitored and had been unable to have visitors. As far as she was aware, only the Headmaster and Professor Snape knew where she had really been, but she needed to talk to Harry and Ron. They needed to know the truth even though they weren’t going to like it.
She and Lucius had spent the final few days before her return to school becoming reacquainted as lovers and without the constraints of having to pretend to be someone else Lucius had really shone. Of course, sex at that stage was almost impossible but they had given it a go until they had realised there wasn’t a single comfortable position for Hermione. She had flatly refused Lucius’ repeated offer of anal sex, not even willing to consider it. Eventually, they had ended up enjoying oral sex, but even then Lucius seemed to take her to new heights of pleasure. He was obviously overjoyed to hear her calling out his real name as she came, adding a whole new dimension to his orgasms too.
But now Hermione was back at school and had to stop thinking about that sort of thing, especially as she was unlikely to be having sex for at least another three or four months. God, it already seemed like an eternity.
Ron and Harry were waiting for Hermione in the common room when she returned, both incredibly pleased to see her and the baby safe. She made them laugh as she asked them about their revision timetables, complaining bitterly that she hadn’t had a chance to do one. But things got serious when she told them she wanted to talk to them privately after classes finished for the day.
The trio wandered towards the lake, intending to sit on the jetty until Hermione realised she would never get down there — or if she did she would never get back up again. Instead, they headed to the cemetery and sat on the low wall, knowing they weren’t likely to be disturbed there.
‘I have a confession to make,’ she said seriously, looking at her two best friends.
The boys looked at her interestedly but didn’t say anything.
‘I wasn’t in hospital. I haven’t been ill, so you can stop worrying about me.’
Ron frowned. ‘So where have you been Hermione? We were really worried about you.’
‘I know, Ronald, and I’m really sorry,’ Hermione said, grabbing a hand of each of her friends.
She took a deep breath. ‘The truth is I was with the real father of my baby.’
The boys looked at her in astonishment, then both of them spoke at once, their voices a muddle that she didn’t understand.
‘But where did you find him?’ —Harry
Ron —‘How did you know? Who is it?’
Hermione smiled wanly. ‘Okay . . . you’re not going to be very happy about this,’ she warned them.
‘It was Malfoy, wasn’t it?’ Ron said angrily. ‘Little shit. I should beat him up.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, Ronald, it wasn’t Malfoy. At least not Draco Malfoy . . . .’
She let the words drop, waiting for the boys to explode. Harry got there first.
‘Lucius Malfoy? It was Lucius Malfoy?‘ He sounded horrified.
Hermione nodded.
‘But how? Why? How?’
Ron looked disgusted. ‘It can’t have been him,’ he said, shaking his head in denial.
Hermione looked sadly at her friends. ‘I’m sorry, but it is,’ she confirmed and proceeded to tell them everything that had happened, with Simon and after her abduction by Lucius.
Harry looked surprised but Ron seemed to be taking it very badly.
‘He’s probably just lying to you,’ he said. ‘You know, he’s found out about that fella you were seeing and made it all up.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘No, Ron. Simon was really Lucius — I know that for sure. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but he really does love me.’
Ron snorted. ‘Of course, he does. Notorious Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy falls madly in love with a Muggle-born. Get real, Hermione. He’s just using you. He probably wants the baby for a sacrifice or something.’
Harry looked at Ron in amazement, wincing at his words and trying to get him to shut up.
Hermione stood up, distressed and crying at Ron’s comment. She pulled out of his grasp.
‘Think what you like, Ronald. I know the truth and Lucius and I will be getting married as soon as his divorce comes through!’
With that she waddled off as fast as her swollen legs would carry her, tears running down her face, leaving Harry and Ron behind her arguing on the wall.

Hermione stood outside the classroom desperately trying to remember Potions ingredients. She had no idea what they were going to be asked to make and she didn’t want to make a mistake. She was feeling tearful again but knew it wasn’t just the hormones this time. Since she had told Harry and Ron about Lucius, Ron had gone back to ignoring her again.
She’d had another nice letter from Mrs Weasley, who it seemed had understood her predicament somewhat better than her son had. She had congratulated Hermione on her engagement and told her not to worry about Ron, who she was sure would come round eventually. But Hermione didn’t need him as a friend eventually, she needed him now. Of course, the letter had made her cry — what didn’t these days — and Ron had been scornful of her for that, too.
Fortunately, Harry and Ginny were still talking to her. She had told Ginny about Lucius when she got back to the girls’ dormitory before Ron had a chance to tell her. Ginny, like her mother, seemed to understand Hermione’s actions, and Hermione assumed it must be a girl thing.
Harry smiled at her from across the corridor. He was fidgeting as he waited, his fingers tapping annoyingly against the walls. Ron just looked sick, as did Draco Malfoy. She and Lucius still had that hurdle to cross, telling Draco about them. She was just glad Ron hadn’t decided to do it for them.
The door opened with a nasty creak, making everyone jump. Hermione swallowed hard. This was the exam she most wanted to pass. If she got this one she could train to be a Healer or even become a Potions Mistress, as Professor Snape had told her she could.
Snape was now standing in the doorway, looking almost cheerful for once. He looked around at the terrified faces of his students and smirked.
‘Enter quietly,’ he said, his voice menacing, and the class filed in.
‘Good luck!’ Hermione whispered to Harry and Ron as they passed her. Harry gave a small smile, Ron just looked miserable. Hermione wasn’t sure how she looked. She just knew that suddenly she felt sick.

Hermione sat on one of the benches in the Entrance Hall, her eyes closed as she tried to stop the headache that was pounding through her brain. The Potions exam had turned out to be very enjoyable once she had got going although she had heard Neville and Ron curse a couple of times. Her next exam was Arithmancy, which was after lunch, and she needed to get a clear head for that. She debated which she needed more, fresh air or food. Fresh air won out.
She sighed with pleasure as a warm breeze swirled around her once she stepped out of the castle. It was definitely going to help get rid of the headache that had built up. But now she wished she had eaten. It was too late now. With the speed at which she walked these days she would never get to the Great Hall in time, and then she had to walk all the way to the East Tower. She might as well set off there now to guarantee to get there in time.
‘Hermione! Wait!’
She looked round. Ron and Harry were coming towards her. She stopped to wait for them.
‘We brought you some food,’ Harry explained with a smile. Ron held out a napkin, which seemed to be full.
‘Thank you,’ Hermione said gratefully, giving her friends a smile in return. ‘I had a real headache and needed to get some fresh air and now I’ve got to get all the way over to the East Tower.’
‘We’ll walk with you,’ Harry said, and the three of them headed across the grass.
When they reached the base of the tower, Hermione opened the napkin, revealing a stack of sandwiches, a couple of pumpkin pasties, and an apple. She offered the boys some, then ate a sandwich.
Soon the rest of the class began to arrive and Ron and Harry started to leave.
‘Good luck with the exam, Hermione,’ Harry said. ‘We’ll see you in the common room after you’ve finished.’
Ron said nothing but followed Harry, although he did turn to look at her as they walked away.

Exams were finally finished and Hermione was relieved. Although the baby wasn’t due for another fortnight or so, she was now finding everything tough and the strain of exams hadn’t helped. Unfortunately, Ron still wasn’t talking to her, but she had resigned herself to it now, and apart from the occasional tearful moment she tried to ignore it as there were only another few days of school left. She hoped that eventually, her friend would see reason, but she was determined not to have any more arguments with him before they left.
Once school was finished she was going to head home on the Hogwarts Express to see her parents and then check into St Mungo’s, where Lucius had booked her a private room. Once the baby was born she would move into Malfoy Manor with Lucius.
They still had to tell Draco about their relationship; Hermione assumed Lucius would do it while she was in the hospital. God only knew how Draco would react, especially when he found out his parents were divorcing, too. She actually felt quite sorry for the boy, for the first time ever.
Hermione had woken that morning feeling odd, although in what way she couldn’t have said. Not ill exactly, but just not quite right. And the chronic backache was back. She had run out of the pain relieving potion and had intended to go and see Professor Snape, but it was a long walk and she couldn’t face it at the moment. She stretched, bending over backwards as far as she could go without falling over, then forward again as she tried to straighten some invisible kink in her back.
She went back to packing her trunk, thinking sadly how quickly seven years seemed to have gone. It seemed like no time at all since her first day at Hogwarts with all the excitement of magic and the pleasure of being chosen to be in Gryffindor house. She gave a small chuckle. She’d had problems with Ron then, too. Finishing just as we started, she thought as she carefully stacked a pile of books in the chest.
A sharp cramp of pain shot through her stomach and Hermione clutched her tummy, eyes squeezed shut. She waited for the pain to pass, then carried on with her packing. A while later she had another cramp, this one painful enough to have her rolling on the bed clutching her belly while groaning. She lay there for a few minutes, then placed the last of her items in the trunk. She thought she had got everything, if not, Dobby would send it on to her.
Hermione looked around her now-empty room. She felt no emotional connection here as she had only occupied it for a couple of months, but it was still sad to be going. It was weird to think that in a few months she would be starting at University, something she and Lucius had both agreed she should still do. Hopefully, Ron, Harry and Neville would be joining her there.
As she waddled toward the door she felt another small cramp coming, not as painful as the last but still enough to make her gasp. And the backache was agonising. She really needed to get that potion as soon as possible.
When she reached the common room Hermione had to stop for a moment as her back was killing her. Harry and Ron had been playing chess when she arrived and both of them looked at her worriedly.
‘Are you all right, Hermione?’ Harry asked.
Hermione shook her head. ‘I’ve got really bad backache,’ she replied. ‘And the occasional stomach cramp.’ The baby kicked her right at that moment and she winced.
‘Harry, can you go and see Professor Snape for me and get a backache potion, please? I would go, but I don’t think I can make it all the way there.’ Hermione had tears in her eyes as she spoke and moved gingerly to sit in a large armchair.
Harry nodded and went off, leaving her and Ron alone. For a few minutes, there was an uncomfortable silence.
‘I’m sorry I upset you, Ronald,’ Hermione said sincerely. ‘I really didn’t mean to. You’ve been my friend for such a long time.’
Ron looked at her for a few seconds before answering. ‘I just don’t understand why you’d want to marry Malfoy,’ he said coldly.
Hermione sighed. ‘I told you, Ron, he’s changed. Do you really think I’d go anywhere near him if he was the same as he used to be?’
Ron scowled. ‘I’m just worried about him hurting you, Hermione. I mean, you’ll be all alone with him — he could do anything to you.’
Hermione winced again with the pain and gave a grimace of a smile at Ron. ‘I appreciate you worrying about me, Ron, but I promise you I’m quite safe. The worst bit is going to be telling Draco, I think.’
Ron looked at her in surprise. ‘He doesn’t know?’
Hermione shook her head. ‘And I’m not telling him.’
Ron laughed. ‘I’d love to see his face. I still think he’s fancied you all these years. I bet he’ll be gutted when he finds out you’re marrying his dad.’ His face turned sour.
They sat quietly for a while, the tension building again.
‘I think there’s going to be a delegation waiting for you at King’s Cross,’ Ron said eventually.
‘Why?’ Hermione asked. ‘I know my mum and dad will be there but that’s not exactly a delegation, is it? She didn’t want to mention Lucius in case Ron turned funny again.
‘No — my family, I meant,’ Ron said disgustedly. ‘I think they’re all going to be there.’
‘Well, they’ve probably missed you and Ginny,’ Hermione said, moving around in her seat as she tried to get comfortable.
Ron laughed bitterly. ‘They’re not interested in me. Or Ginny. It’s you they all want to see.’
‘Why would your family want to see me?’ Hermione asked as Harry returned through the portrait hole carrying a phial of blue potion. She sighed in relief and took it from him.
‘Thanks, Harry. I really appreciate it.’ She swallowed the potion and then changed position again.
‘They all want to see the pregnant girl,’ Ron said as if it was obvious.
‘I’m not some sort of circus freak, Ron,’ Hermione said crossly.
Ron laughed. ‘No, but you know what Mum’s like. She wants to feel the baby and, of course, Dad has to come with her. Fred and George want to talk to you about a business proposition . . . .’
All three of them rolled their eyes at that news, wondering with panic what sort of proposition that would be. They all knew Fred and George too well.
‘Bill and Fleur are feeling all broody, and Percy’s just bloody nosey! I’m just surprised Charlie didn’t get a holiday from his dragons to come along as well.’ Ron sounded quite disgruntled.
Hermione gave a small laugh. ‘Well, I hope I live up to their expectations although at this rate I’ll be lying on the floor of the carriage screaming in pain. My back really is hurting. Normally that potion works almost immediately.’
She stood up and walked slowly around the room before returning to the boys.
‘I hope it gets better soon,’ she complained, ‘otherwise, I might not be able to make it to the leaving feast. I don’t think I can sit down for that long, and I can hardly walk up and down the Great Hall all night, can I?’
‘I’m sure you’ll be fine,’ Harry said soothingly. Ron just looked at her.
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